Condoms (16/18)
by Lola

e-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com

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

Author's Notes: It's looking like it'll be wrapped around part 
18 or 20 so hang in there as I finish it off.  I have really 
enjoyed this WIP and love all the comments people have been 
sending--keep them coming! I really wanted to explore Mulder 
and Scully's life after The Truth and wanted to tie some of 
my thoughts to the earlier series--thus the flashbacks to 
other episodes. I am trying to make everything fit together 
nicely (but even CC couldn't hold true to that always!).  
So, if you notice any issues with the original storyline 
please let me know so I can fix it.

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

*************

Mulder quickly jumped off the Greyhound bus once it pulled into 
the terminal in Buffalo, New York.  He had to go to the washroom 
and he only had 10 minute loading turn-around before his bus was 
departing for Rochester.  He couldn't stand washrooms on buses 
and needed to stretch his legs.  

He had been on the road for 2 days now and had another 2 to go.  
After his vasectomy they had stayed in James' cabin for a few 
days so he could recover and then Scully had taken the first 
bus out of Georgia.  She would be at their house in Virginia 
by now and he was, as usual, taking the scenic route to ensure 
no one followed him.  

The first washroom was packed and a kind porter suggested he 
try one of the washrooms outside, as they were usually less 
busy.  Mulder rounded the corner and opened the door to hear 

"Fuck me hard Jerry" a woman breathlessly gasped from a stall.

"God, you have such a wet pussy" a man growled.

"I wanna walk funny for days after this" she yelled.

"You will baby, you will" he gasped.

"Oh, fuuucckkk meeeee" she roared and Mulder took two steps 
back out the door.

He found a spot around the back of the building to relieve 
himself and couldn't help but think of the time Scully had 
asked him to fuck her.

They had just taken themselves off the Donnie Pfaster case and 
although he was still at large Mulder and Scully were confidant 
the US Marshals would bring him in.  Their plane had brought 
them in just before  supper time and Mulder had invited Scully 
up to his apartment to work on the report.  In reality, he 
wanted to talk with Scully and make sure she was okay.  It had 
been a long flight and Scully had taken him up on the offer of 
pizza and a report. 

"Hey Scully, you want to call the number on the fridge? You can 
order whatever type of pizza you like and I promise not to 
complain" he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

"Wow, Mulder.  Why so generous?"

"Let's just say I'd do anything to get you into my Knicks jersey."

"What?" she asked confused.

"Catch" he yelled as he tossed it at her "get comfortable Scully, 
it's going to be a long report."

He heard her laugh from the kitchen as he went to the washroom to 
splash some water on his face.  It had been an emotionally 
difficult case for him, but especially for her.  He wanted to 
add some levity to the evening.

As he unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it from his body he felt two 
warm arms wrap around his waist from behind.  

"Well, hello" he said surprised.

He turned in her arms to find Scully standing in his bedroom dressed 
in nothing but his Knicks jersey and a smile.

"Scully, you have just made fantasy 36 a reality."

She laughed and brushed a wayward strand of hair behind her ear 
"Really? Have I?"

"Well, not exactly. If you could just say 'let's play skins' that 
would complete the fantasy" he snickered.

"How about, fuck me Mulder?"

"Pardon?"

"Fuck me, Mulder." 

"Okkkkaaaayy.  You've never said that before."

"Maybe because it feels dirty.  Maybe I want to feel a little dirty 
tonight."

"Do you?"

"Yes, I do" she purred as she ran her hands up his chest.

In a moment he was devouring her lips and jabbing his tongue as far 
as it would reach into her moist, wet, mouth.  His hands were up her 
jersey and grabbing at her breasts as her hips grinded against his 
dangling belt buckle.  He released her mouth and started to track 
kissed down her neck and shoulder.  

"God, fuck me Mulder" she gasped as his hands found her vagina and 
his fingers started to invade her.

He turned them around and pushed her back onto the bed forcefully.  
He spread her legs, pulled her to the edge of his bed and dropped 
to his knees in front of her.  His tongue lapped within her folds 
while his fingers continued to pump inside of her and his hot breath 
was sending her over the edge.

"Oh, gooooddddd" she whispered as he vaginal walls palpitated around 
his fingers.

"You like that, huh? he asked knowing the answer

"Yes...yes" she gasped.

His tongue was inside her before she could react.  He was nipping at 
her and licking her as she wiggled around him. His hot mouth 
enveloping her, warming her from inside and out.

"Oh Mulder, it's too much" she gasped as she tried to move away.

His hands grabbed her ass more firmly then before to hold her in 
place "Scully, don't run from it, enjoy it" he begged.

"I am it's just...it's just...a little too much...uh...sensory 
overload" she gasped trying to find the words.

"You did ask me to fuck you" he growled "now let me do my job."

"Okay...okay" she conceded "it's just my head is spinning."

"That's a good thing" he remarked "do you want me to slow down?"

"No...no. god, no" she gasped.

He immediately put his mouth back on her and allowed his tongue 
to do slow languorous laps around her vagina walls.  She was 
grinding herself against him when he withdrew his mouth and stood 
up looming over her.  

"I want you from behind" he muttered.

She opened her eyes to look at him inquisitively.

"You wanted dirty Scully."

"That I did" she replied as she turned herself around and got up 
on her hands and knees arching her ass toward him.

He dropped his boxers and pants to the floor with a 'thunk' and 
positioned himself behind her at the edge of the bed.

He dipped two fingers in her vagina to ensure that she was wet and 
then guided his cock into her.  Her vaginal walls tightened around 
his shaft and he grabbed her hips as he prepared to move in and 
out of her.

He slammed into her thrusting harder each time.  She met him with 
equal force pushing her ass checks against him and arching her back 
more with each thrust.  With his feet firmly in place he was able 
to apply a lot of force to each thrust and she gasped each time.  
He knew he was hitting just the right spot on her cervix and was 
determined to hit it each and every thrust.   

He loved watching her in his jersey as he moved within her.  He 
loved it when she started to grind her ass in circular motions 
making him explode inside of her.  He loved that after he came 
she lay flat on her stomach and pulled him on top of her while he 
wrapped his arms around the top of her head.  

He soon rolled off of her, not wanting to crush her, and laid with 
her in his arms until she said she had to go. The report would be 
done tomorrow, for now she wanted to get home and go to bed.

Mulder walked her to her car and returned to order a pizza and watch 
some TV.  

Mulder found his seat on the bus again and discovered that the bus 
was fuller than before and he had a new seat-mate.

"Excuse me ma'am can I get through to the window."

"Oh, sure son.  Let me just get my cane and I'll get out of your 
way."

"Would...would you prefer the window?" Mulder asked "If you want we 
can just switch seats."

"That would be just fine" she said as she raised the arm rest and 
slid over.

"No problem" Mulder offered as he sat down.

The African-American woman was at least eighty and had a crossword 
neatly folded on her lap.  

"So, what are you going to Rochester for?" she politely inquired.

"I'm visiting  my cousin.  She just had her first baby" Mulder lied.

"Oh, that's nice."

"May I ask ma'am, why your headed to Rochester?" Mulder inquired.

"I'm visiting my son Donnie.  It's his retirement party this 
weekend.  For forty five years he's worked for an elevator 
company.  They are throwing him a big party."

"Oh, that sounds nice."

"Yes, it will be.  My Donnie is a good boy.  He deserves a party."

"I'm sure he does" Mulder said as he turned his attention away from 
her and she picked up her crossword again.

Mulder had felt 'off' the night Donnie attacked Scully.  When 
he set his alarm that song Scully had been obsession about was 
playing.  He found himself calling her apartment, unable to 
sleep, and circling his apartment like a caged lion.  It was 
then he noticed the message light blinking on his answering 
machine.  The message from the Marshal immediately set him 
in motion.  He had his gun and was out the door before the 
machine re-set itself.  

What he had expected to do was get Scully and take her back to his 
apartment for safety.  He knew she would argue, but he also knew 
that in the end he would win, and she's be safe with him.  What 
he found was totally different.  

He could hear the song Scully had been obsessing about from the 
hallway and knew immediately that Donnie was in her apartment.  
When he burst through the door he was sure Donnie had seriously 
hurt or possibly killed Scully.  It was a relief to see her battered and 
bruised form emerge from her bedroom.  He had not expected the gun.

As soon as Donnie fell to the ground, Mulder was at her side 
pulling the gun from her shaking hands and grasping her tightly 
against him.  She cried in his arms and he felt her choking back 
sobs as he examined her for damage.  The sirens began in the 
background and before a few minutes had passed Mulder was showing 
his badge to the officers who reported to the scene and advising 
the paramedics that Donnie was indeed dead.  

Scully was questioned, as was he.  The officers on the scene were 
treating it like self defense and he had been all but assured that 
no charges would be laid.  It struck Mulder as he packed Scully's 
bag in her bedroom that she was wearing a pair of his pajamas.  

"I've been looking for these" he smiled as he grabbed her collar.

"Uh, yeah,....I've got them."

"So I see" he said as he pulled some underwear from a drawer to 
put in her bag.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked with all sincerity.

"Me? No." he answered as he went to her closet "My question for 
you is, why?" 

She chuckled and looked down at her hands.

"What?" he asked as he passed her some folded jeans and a shirt 
to put on.

"They make me feel safe" she spat "lotta good they did me 
tonight."

"You kept yourself safe tonight Scully."

She grimaced as she started to peel off the pajamas.

"Scully, let me get a paramedic in here" he said as he walked 
toward her bedroom door.

"No.  I'll see my doctor in the morning" she snapped.

"It's just that..." 

"Just nothing Mulder.  All I need is your help getting these 
clothes on right now."

"Fine" he relented as he undid the buttons on the top and 
pulled it away from her.

He could see the bruises, cuts, scratches and welts that 
riddled her torso.  By all accounts it was a brutal knock 
down fight and Scully had taken quite a few hits.  He knew 
she wouldn't want him to comment so he continued to take off 
her pants.

"I need clean underwear."

"I've packed some in the bag" Mulder offered as he pulled a shirt 
down over her head.

"No, um, Mulder.  I need clean underwear for now.  All the 
fighting caused me to leak semen all over my underpants.  
They're soaked."

"Oh" he said a little shocked "I'm sorry, I'll get you a fresh 
pair." 

He rose to go to her dresser and get the desired item.

"You know that kept running through my head when he had me 
tied up."

"What?" he asked as he returned with the underwear.

"That when they found my body and they did the autopsy they 
would find your semen intermixed with his inside of me." 

Tears started to roll down her cheek.  

"Oh, Scully" he offered as he wrapped her in his arms.

"I couldn't imagine two more different people occupying the 
same space inside of me" she sniffled.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" Mulder asked even though 
Scully had not reported any sexual assault.

"No" she offered "but I knew he would after the bath."

He sobs grew louder and a counselor for victims came into the 
room.  She stepped forward attempting to introduce herself 
but Mulder immediately shooed her away with a wave of his arm.  
He was sure Scully did not want anyone seeing her standing 
in her underwear crying her heart out.  

Scully stopped crying after a while and Mulder managed to get 
her dressed and out of that circus of an apartment.  The 
counselor pressed her card into Scully's hand as they left 
and Mulder hoped Scully would call her, although he doubted 
it. 

She stayed at his place for over a week and Mulder was going 
to propose moving in together permanently when one day she 
packed up and went home.  He knew she needed to prove to 
herself she could go back there.  She stayed at her place 
every night for quite a while, almost as if she was willing 
it to go away.  In fact, the next time she stayed at Mulder's, 
his mother had killed herself.

The bus jerked to a halt as a tractor trailer cut in front of 
it.  Mulder could hear the bus driver murmur 'Jackass' as he 
swerved to avoid him.  The elderly lady next to him was jolted 
from her crossword-induced nap.

"What happened?" she groggily asked.

"We were cut off" Mulder dryly replied.

"Buses are supposed to be safer than cars.  That's why I 
don't drive this far on my own." 

"Yeah, but tell that to the tractor trailer" Mulder quipped.

"Yeah, I guess we can't read each other's minds" she observed.

"If we could we'd probably find out more then we bargained 
for."

"Ain't that true!" she laughed and turned back toward her 
crossword.

The bus rolled ahead toward Scully.  Mulder thought of how 
much he learned about her and everyone else around him when 
he could hear their thoughts.  What he wouldn't give now to 
hear Scully's thoughts as she settled into their new home.


************************

Continued in Part 17