Condoms (8/18)
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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He was having that dream again.  Knowingly having that dream, 
conscious of  what was happening between his two characters.  
What had happened many years ago for the first time and happened 
again and again in his dreams over the years.  

They are in Croner and they have just attended a high school 
reunion.  Not theirs of course, that would be too normal.  After 
seeing their case close itself Mulder had intended to leave when 
she grabbed his hand and stopped his exit.  He turned to look 
at her and saw a faint shy smile spread across her face.  She 
tilted her head to the dance floor and silently communicated the 
need to dance at that moment.  They walked to the dance floor 
and Mulder took her lightly in his arms and they began to sway 
to the music.  In his dream it's Elvis's voice droning "I can't 
help falling in love with you..." but in reality it was some 
Bee Gees song that he can't remember the words to.  She is 
smiling and lighter than air.  He dares to break the silence.

"What Scully, are you getting all sentimental on me?"

"Maybe I am Mulder" she says "would that be so bad?"

He smiles and looks in her eyes "No, I like sentimental."

She snuggles in closer to him and he wonders why she is acting 
so affectionately.  Was the punch spiked?

"Mulder?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't you find it strange that two romantically-retarded 
people just played match-maker?"

"You might be romantically-retarded Scully but I, I, have it 
goin' on."

She pulls back and looks at his face seriously.  In his 
dream the pained look on her face is not as hurt as it was 
that night.  I his dream he responds to her pain much 
quicker than it took him in real life.  

"See, I am dancing with a beautiful woman, who says I 
don't have romance in my life?"

She breathes for the first time and leans into him again.

"May I remind you Mulder, you are dancing with you partner."

"Yeah but.." 

He is interrupted by someone at the microphone.  They pull 
apart and as he focuses on the announcement for door prizes 
being made by a very drunk MC he does not notice Scully 
slip away. When he turns the room is whirl of disco lights 
and darkness with no hint of red hair.  He looks around 
thinking she just went to the washroom and patiently waits 
by the door for her return.  After 10 minutes he gets 
someone to check the washroom and she is not there.  
Another quick scan of the room reveals she has left.  
His stomach lurches and in his dream he holds himself 
together and calmly leaves the reunion.  In reality, he 
practically trips over his feet trying to get to the car.  

He sees her there, standing with her back to the car frame, 
looking up at the stars and holding her jacket tightly to 
herself.  

"I thought I lost you" he says out of breath as he 
approaches.

"I just needed some air.  I needed to think" she replies 
not looking at him.

"Think about what?" he asks not knowing where the 
conversation is going.

"Us" she replies honestly.

In his dream he saunters toward her confident in what he is 
going to do.  In reality he shifts from foot to foot, weighing 
his options for a few minutes starring at her feet while 
she stares at the stars.  He takes a few steps forward and 
finds himself towering in front of her.  Her gaze now resting 
on him as her head tilts back.  He leans in and places a clumsy 
kiss on her lips.  He should have thought about his intent 
before he puckered up.  As it was, the kiss started off bold 
and ended soft as she barely responded to his overture. In 
his dream they are all passion.

He pulls back and knows he has a look of horror on his face.  
He has just fucked up big time.  But then a smile spreads 
across her lips and a chuckle escapes from her mouth.

"That's not exactly the response I was looking for" he chides 
himself.

"Well kiss me somewhere private and you may get a better one" 
she counters.

Just then Mulder notices that headlights are turning on all 
around them.  The Reunion is out and people are everywhere 
and  getting into their cars.

"So, it's a question of privacy and not act?" he asks 
wanting to know things are clear between them.

"Get in the car Mulder.  Take me back to our motel" she 
counters as she slides out from under him and walks over 
to the passenger side of the car.

In his dream the 10 minutes of silence spent in the car 
where he keeps stealing quick glances at her, and she 
fiddles with the radio to distract herself, takes about 
10 seconds.  They arrive at the motel all professional 
and courteous.  Opening the door to the room they are 
sharing for the night and flicking on the window air 
conditioner as they relieve themselves of their shoes 
and holsters.  When he turns from locking the door she 
is directly behind him.

"Try again" she says.

In both his dream and reality this kiss is perfect.  
Passionate and simple.  Hands roam, clothes become askew 
and breathing is labored.  They stand exploring each 
others bodies and mouths for what feels like hours but 
in reality is minutes.  She loosens his tie and pulls it 
from him, he starts to back her toward the bed as he 
untucks her shirt.  

The two of them are acting like horny teenagers 
disengaging another of the barrier of clothing but 
unsure of their next move.  Their kissing is intense 
and her skin is flushed all over her torso.  Her shirt 
and skirt are pooled on the floor.  As his hands roam 
the delicate lace of her panties she undoes his pants 
and lets them drop to the floor with a thump from his 
belt buckle.  

He gently moves her onto the bed towering over her 
body and in awe of her beauty.  Kissing his way along 
her jaw she starts to emit soft breathing sounds of 
happiness.  In his dream he spends much more time listening 
to those sounds.  In reality, his head is going a mile a 
minute and he's trying to think of something to say, 
something to do, that will show her how much she means 
to him.  That to him, this isn't just sex.  As she 
slides her hand under the waistband of his boxers 
all thoughts are lost.

She is gently running her hand along his shaft, taking 
in his hardness.  The hardness that has been present 
since he was instructed to take her back to the motel.  
She is kissing him again and exploring his mouth with 
her tongue.  Her beautiful, very lively, tongue.  He 
removes her bra and starts to suck on her nipples.  For 
this he receives a low moan that seems to rise from her 
core.  He makes a short mental note to spend more time 
there in the future.  She is kissing his chest and 
running her hands up his back having abandoned his 
penis, knowing too much attention will end this 
escapade far too soon.  

In his dream, this foreplay goes on to the point of 
near exhaustion.  In reality, she has indicted he 
remove his boxers by tugging at them with her one 
hand and he is inside her wet vagina before he has 
time to process  the thought.  They are rocking in 
unison, her legs wrapped fully around his waist an
up against her ass and thighs.  She opens her mouth 
to speak several times but words are lost.  He 
grunts in return.

"Mulder, I.." her words fade as she is overtaken 
by orgasm and begins to pant.

He wants to think she was going to say "I love 
you".  In his dream she sometimes does.  In 
reality, she was probably warning him of her 
impending orgasm.  

In a wave her vagina palpitates around his shaft 
and he finally releases what he has been holding 
on to.  He spills himself into her and moans her 
name as he comes.  In his dream it is filled with 
fervor and purpose, a loud "Scully" as he comes.  
In reality, it sounded more like a thoughtful 
prayer a soft "Scu, Scu, Scully" as he closed 
his eyes and let it wash over him.  

They lay together joined for a while and then just 
holding each other longer.  In his dream he has 
beautiful words to say to her about his love for 
her, his willingness to do anything to make this 
work.  In reality they both peacefully fall asleep 
and when he wakes up in the morning she is in the 
shower.  It is always then that he chooses to end 
his dream.  The months that follow Croner are 
difficult and their relationship doesn't work 
as smoothly as he would have it in his dreams.

Mulder shifts in their sleeping bag and looks at 
the woman drooling on his shoulder.  They are camping 
only an hours hike from town.  Tomorrow they are 
going to buy a few supplies and head off on different 
buses.  The end location is the same but it will be 
several days before he sees Scully again.  They 
will camp in Georgia next.  Staying there for 
another month.  Maybe after Georgia they can go 
to their house in Virginia.  He's hoping that is 
the case because camping is starting to wear on 
both of them.  

He swats at a mosquito as he tries to settle 
back into sleep. Scully shifts and through hazy, 
sleepy, eyes looks at him.

"You awake?" she asks.

"Just thinking.  Go back to sleep" he says as he 
gently pats her head.

"About what?" she groggily inquires.

"Us" he answers honestly.

She opens her eyes and softly smiles as if 
remembering a similar conversation many years 
ago.  Leaning into him she kisses him slowly but 
intensely while she runs her hand up his chest.

"You know Mulder, it'll be a few days before we 
see each other again..."

"That it will Scully, that it will" he replies 
as he rolls over toward her his erection brushing 
up against her leg.

She pulls him closer to her, squeezing the last 
bit of space out from between them and he knows 
that there will be more memories to be made and 
more dreams in the future.

****

Continued in Part 9