Condoms (6/18)
by Lola

e-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com

Time: Set during and post-The Truth.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of the series.
Summary: Mulder hates condoms for more than the obvious 
reasons.
Overall Rating: NC-17

I do not own the characters.  I do not make any money from 
this.  Enjoy!

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Mulder and Scully had spent the last 3 weeks camping in 
New Mexico.  After finding a better place to place 
'base camp' they had settled into a routine of hiking, 
swimming, reading, building fires and sleeping.  If it 
was a vacation it would have been quite enjoyable, but 
it was not.  They were always aware of dangers, one bad 
fall and one of them could end up in serious condition, 
one rattle snake bite had dire consequences.  Although 
they were both very careful, and had not encountered a 
single person the entire time they were there, Mulder 
still felt uneasy and was leery of all odd noises.  
Now, was one of those times.  

They were asleep in the tent and Scully was curled around 
him drooling on his chest, soaking his T-shirt through.  
Mulder had been awoken by the snap of a twig.  He heard 
what he thought could have been a 'beep' or possibly a 
shrill 'eek'.  Immediately he was alert.  His ears were 
suddenly in tune with all other noises around him.  He 
quietly removed himself from under Scully and grabbed for 
the ax he kept holstered by their feet.  There was another 
twig breaking and what sounded like air being let out of 
a tire.  Something or someone was outside their tent.  
Mulder hoped it was an animal.  

He grabbed the flashlight, quickly unzipped the tent 
opening and jumped from the tent hoping to surprise anything 
or anyone nearby.  There was nothing.  He scanned the 
immediate area. No one.  He walked around the tent, no 
prints of any kind except their own.  

He was standing with his back to the tent trying to see 
better into the brush when a hand fell on his shoulder. 
Instantly he swiveled and knocked the person down with his 
flashlight.

"Mulder, what the hell!" Scully yelled from the ground.

He looked down and saw her laying on the ground holding her 
hands over her head to prevent further attack.

"Oh shit!  Scully" he said as he dropped the flashlight 
and reached for her.

Yanking her to her feet he immediately started to run his 
hands over her, looking for any sign that he had hurt her. 
She brushed him away and stepped sideways, away from him 
and his probing hands.

"Just leave me alone for a second" she muttered as she 
turned from him.

"Are you hurt?  Did I get you with the flashlight?" he 
asked as he leaned in her direction not wanting any distance 
between them.

"I'm fine, and yes, you did hit me with the flashlight.  
Right in the chest" she said matter-of-factly.

"I'm sorry Scully." he offered again "do you want me to 
get the cold pack from the water?"

"What I want right now is to go back to sleep.  What 
were you doing out here anyways?" she asked brushing 
herself off.

"I thought I heard a noise" he offered.

"Every morning you give me the low-down on all the noises 
you think you hear throughout the night.  Are you telling 
me that you get up to investigate them all?"

"Not all of them" he shrugged looking at his shoes.

"Not all of them..." she mutters, obviously exasperated by 
him "Mulder have you ever thought that it was your mind 
playing tricks on you.  That what you most fear, being 
caught, is haunting you at night?"

"Logically I know this but, it's so quiet out here.  I 
guess my imagination gets the better of me most nights."

She looks at him in wonder knowing that this will not be 
the last night she is awoken with him searching for noises.

"Mulder, let's go to bed."

With this she crawls into the tent and Mulder notes she is 
favoring her right side, being cautious with it.  He 
immediately feels worse than before.  He crawls in after 
her hoping to do something to make her feel better tomorrow 
but is unsure of what that is.

They settle next to each other again and Mulder wraps his 
arm around her, hoping to reassure her that he will always 
love and protect her (even from himself).

They lay in silence for 10 minutes and he can tell she's 
not asleep because her breathing has not slowed.

"Scully?"

"Hmm?"

"You still awake."

"Wide."

"I guess all this excitement tonight does not make for a 
good bedtime routine" he chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

"No," she sighs "it does not Mulder."

"How about I try and help you relax?" he asks.

"I don't really feel like a backrub" she counters honestly.

"That's not what I had in mind" he admits as his hand roams 
to the inside of her thighs "you just need to lay back and 
relax." 

"Ohh... that sounds nice" she purrs as his hand moves to her 
mound.

He slips his left hand under her yoga pants to discover she 
is commando. 

"You been holding out on me tonight, Scully?"

"They are all wet.  I did a bunch of laundry today, remember?"

"Ahhh, yes.  It is all coming back now...the panty tree..."

"It was the best I could do for a clothes line" she countered 
slurring her words as he drew circles in her folds.

"Scully, I don't really care about the clothesline, I'm just 
happy you are soo...accessible" he hums into her ear and nips 
at her lobe.

He unzips their sleeping bag with his free hand and the cool 
night air snaps towards them.  Slowly he slides the yoga pants 
down and removes them from her legs.  The smooth silkiness of 
her calves causes him to catch his breath.  

He parts her thighs and goes back to drawing slow circles with 
his finger while he kisses her thigh.  When he sees her start 
to grind against him he knows it's time to enter her.  With one 
smooth stroke he slides two fingers inside her, arching them 
upwards as he enters.  He starts to kiss her pubic hair and 
stroke that spot where her thigh meets her pubic bone.  Scully 
has always turned to mush whenever he stimulated that particular 
region of her body.  

Mulder was right in his assessment as she starts to grind 
harder against his hand.  

"Ohhhhh...." she sighs soft and slow, obviously happy with 
his work.

"Just relax and let go Scully" he coaxes as he continues to 
slide fingers and out while his mouth works her clit nipping 
at it with soft teeth.  For almost ten minutes Mulder keeps 
up the gentle pace of warming her up. Nipping, sucking, 
driving his fingers in and out.

He knows it will take her a while to come but he's happy to 
take a nice long ride there. He gently slips his fingers out 
and covers her with his entire mouth.  The heat from him is 
overwhelming to her.

"Oh, God Mulder" she utters through gasps.

His tongue circles her and his lips suck at her folds.  She is 
trying not to buck against him too hard but her body is 
betraying her.  His licking and sucking is making her wet 
and causing her entire vagina to flex in and out.  Her face 
is contorted in ecstasy and her hands are clutching at the 
sleeping bag below her.  Mulder thinks that he is a very lucky 
man to see this sight time and time again.  He knows she is 
now close.  Then suddenly she stills.

"Huuhhh..." she breathlessly releases her air and with that 
comes into his mouth squirting her juices all over him.

He takes her juices inside his mouth, surprised at the result, 
but happy with the outcome.

Time passes as she pants her way back to reality and then 
raises her head to look at him as his head still bobs against 
her, sucking her engorged folds.

"Oh my God Mulder" she says as she looks at him with her 
mouth wide open.

He lifts his head and smiles at her as he takes a hand to 
wipe his mouth, "that has never happened before." 

"I know" she stammers "ever."

"Wow, Scully.  I'm honored" he says as a grin runs along 
his face.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing that I haven't done before." he admits as he pulls 
himself up her body to be at her eye level.

"Well, it was very...intense" she says as a blush rises from 
her neck.

"That it was" he strains as he tries to keep his erection away 
from her leg.

"That it was" she counters as she reaches down for the hardness 
she knows is there.

"Oh, Scully....I know you are feeling like a jellyfish right now...
you don't have to..." he pants as she starts to run her hand 
along his erection on top of his pants.

"Mulder, I am not promising much, I can barely feel my legs" 
she snickers "but I want to feel you inside me."

"Scully, I can take care of business, you don't have to..."

"Mulder, I want to, but I am quickly losing my will to stay a
wake, if you want this you better get moving" she honestly 
tells him.

"I am not a stupid man Scully, I won't look at gift-horse in 
the mouth."

"Mulder am I a horse?"

He quickly realizes he said the wrong thing "No, no, Scully, 
what I meant was..."

"Gotcha" she mumbles from beside him.

He chuckles to himself and reaches for his sweatpants, quickly 
pulling them from his waist and releasing his straining erection.

"Don't forget the condom" she murmurs as she adjusts herself.

"Oh, yeah" he mutters in disappointment, knowing that it is 
shitty, but necessary.

He fumbles around the tent looking for the toiletries backpack 
and the box that is quickly getting more and more empty.  Finding 
the box he riffles into it ripping a condom from the row and 
putting it to his teeth to tear open the package.

"A little desperate Mulder?" she asks from across the tent.

"I want to get to you before you fall asleep on me" he counters 
as he spits the corner onto the floor of the tent.

"Yes, that is usually advisable." 

He is now sheathing his cock with the latex that will serve as 
a barrier between him and the woman he loves.  It makes the sex 
less enjoyable but takes away the worry of what a pregnancy would 
do to Scully.  Looking at the condom on his penis he can't help 
but hate it.  It represents what he can no longer give Scully--
a family.  He truly despises this thin piece of plastic and can't 
wait for the day when he won't have to use them anymore.  For the 
day when during the most amazing act of love he won't be reminded 
of his inadequacies.

"I didn't want to waste one of the few condoms we had left on me 
jerking myself off."

"Mulder, there is a whole other jumbo box" she chuckles.

"Like I said, they are wasting away" he grins at her as he climbs 
on top.

"That is..." she stops as he enters her "... a bit of an 
exaggeration, no?"

"Until we get things more permanent, there can never be enough 
condoms" he growls as he thrusts into her and grinds against her.

The statement is true but it makes him feel just a little bit sad.  
Scully deserves better than this.  

Just as he starts to feel a little self-loathing she raises her 
legs around his waist and pushes herself further into him. Looking 
down on her he sees she is smiling and her eyes are gleaming.  
She looks like the cat who swallowed the canary.

"Found your legs?" he whispers.

"For you, anything is possible" she whispers back.

***

Continued in part 7