Dumnezeu permite razbunare (7/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 7 

He lay under the blankets on the sofa, watching Sandra 
Bullock steering a bus along the freeway. Skinner had left an 
hour ago, pleading that he clean himself up a little and get 
out of the house for a few hours each day. It had been the 
first time he'd spoken about Scully without reference to the 
case in weeks. He closed his eyes and remembered happier 
times.

The fingers gently touching his bare chest felt nice for the 
first few seconds, before his instinct kicked in and he went 
for his gun. Before he could fully open his eyes, a familiar 
voice soothingly told him not to be alarmed and a hand 
placed on his chest pushed him back down. "Scully?" He 
turned the bedside lamp on, squinting against the brightness 
of the light. He could make out the female sitting before 
him on the bed. She wore his New York knicks T-shirt. After 
their conversation about Daniel, she had fallen asleep on the 
couch. Moving her would risk her leaving and he didn't want 
that. His plan had been to watch TV, but that had been hours 
ago and sleep had beckoned.

"Yeah Mulder it's just me. I hope its okay, I grabbed a shirt 
from the pile in there." She seemed shy now.

"No, no I don't mind. Looks better on you anyway." He 
laughed to mask the nervousness in his voice. He pulled 
himself into a sitting position. "Sorry I left you out there. I 
didn't want to wake you. I didn't know what you wanted to 
do. I came in here to watch TV, must have dozed off."

"That's okay Mulder." Now she sounded nervous. He waited 
for her to continue speaking, but when she didn't he began 
to worry about what to do next. If he made the wrong move 
he'd be rejected, but if he didn't do something he risked her 
feeling that way. He went for the middle ground, moving 
over and pulling the covers back. "You wanna talk some 
more?"

She murmured a yes and slid in next to him, taking 
advantage of his one arm resting on the headboard, to lie 
against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling 
uncomfortable only because her thigh was mere inches 
away from the hard on he'd had seeing her in the knicks T-
shirt. He could feel her bare breasts covered only with the 
shirt against his chest.

"You want me to put on the TV?" He asked, knowing straight 
away it was probably the dumbest thing he could have said. 
He didn't want the TV on. He wanted them to talk. He 
wanted her to talk, to tell him how she'd now come to the 
same conclusion that he had years ago. He felt her stir, 
before sitting up and rubbing her face.

"Mulder maybe I should go." He sat up, grabbing her hands 
in his.

"I don't want you to go. You came here for a reason." Do it 
Scully. He thought. Don't make me wait any longer. I can't 
wait any longer. Give me the signal and I'm yours, but you 
have to give me that signal. I can't make this last gesture. 
Not unless I'm sure. He pulled her hands closer, moving her 
up against him, so that they were both nearly sitting up. 
"Where's this path leading?" He whispered.

Within seconds her mouth was on his, her hands out of his 
grasp and framing his face. They'd shared kisses before, but 
not like this. Before had been, gentle, kind, caring. This was 
fierce, unrelenting need, locked up for years and now set 
free. He kissed her back with equal passion, moving one 
hand under the shirt to stroke the soft skin on her back. He'd 
decided that doing that was safe enough, in case she didn't 
want to take things any further.

"Oh god," He gasped, breaking the kiss and throwing his 
head back, as she gently wrapped her hand around his 
erection, stroking him slowly. This was the stuff his dreams 
were made of, dreams that ended with him waking up in a 
mess. "Scully Scully stop." He took the hand causing all the 
trouble and moved it to his chest. She looked hurt, and he 
quickly tried to explain himself. "If we don't slow things 
down, this is gonna be over way to fast." He pulled at the 
hem of the grey knicks shirt. "Will you take this off?"

"I thought you wanted to slow down?" She teased, leaning 
forward to straddle his hips, placing open mouth kisses 
along his jaw line.

"Oh God," he moaned. "I meant slow down for me, not you."

She pulled back, lifting the shirt over her head and tossing it 
on the floor. He must have been staring. Hell, he knew he 
was staring when she slapped at his chest to get his 
attention. He grasped the sides of her rib cage and dragged 
her toward him until she was sitting right in his lap, catching 
his breath at the feel of her panties on his cock. "You're 
beautiful." He whispered, kissing her neck and revelling in 
the feel of her hands in his hair. He worked his way down, 
sliding his hands up and down her sides as he took a red 
nipple in his mouth, suckling gently as she moved her core 
back and forth over his cock.

"Oh God " She pushed herself further toward him, 
"Mulder This is so good "

In a second he had her rolled on her back, kissing her mouth 
again whilst his hands pulled at her panties, easing them 
down to her feet so that she could kick them off. His kisses 
trailed down her neck and past her belly button. She gasped 
as he pushed his tongue between her folds, pushing her 
thighs apart with his hands, before moving to settle between 
her legs. Before he could begin, he felt her hand pulling at 
his arm. He shrugged her away at first, but when she called 
out to him, he stopped, crawling back up her body to face 
her.

"Okay," he said. "But we're coming back to this." He kissed 
her, moving his sex to rub against hers. He knew she felt 
self-conscious. Those barriers she put up everyday had only 
come down temporarily and he knew it would take time for 
them to be completely comfortable with this new 
relationship. Then a nasty thought hit him. "Scully?" She 
opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.

"What is it Mulder?"

He sucked in a breath and then said exactly what was on his 
mind. "This can't be a one time thing Scully. I couldn't take 
that. I love you so much We can't go back after this."

She considered him for a moment so long he began to panic. 
"I know Mulder." Was all she answered, before reaching up 
and capturing his lips with hers. It hadn't been the 
declaration he'd been hoping for, but he'd bared his soul 
and she hadn't hurt him. They continued kissing, until 
neither could ignore the constant prodding of his erection at 
her entrance. "You ready?" He asked, burying his face in the 
crook of her neck.

"Mulder wait." She pushed at his chest. " Mulder I haven't, 
for a really long time I "

"Me neither," he reassured her gently. "We'll go slow okay?"

She nodded, watching as he lifted her knees slightly and 
guided himself into her. Once he lay inside her, he moved 
over her, so that they were close when he began to move. 
This was better than any of the millions of fantasies he'd had 
of their first time. He pushed back and forth, carefully 
watching her face, hoping not to confuse the signs of pain 
with pleasure. Once he felt her walls saturate further, he 
began to move with more ease, pumping a little harder with 
each stroke. His concentration diminished a little more 
every time he glanced down to see her spread out before 
him, her face flushed with pleasure, her breasts moving with 
every thrust he made. Closing his eyes made no difference 
either, as her quiet non-sensical whimpering turned to his 
name being sighed over and over again. Opening his eyes, 
he moved himself back, hooking his arm under her knee, 
pulling her up toward him. This new position caused her to 
cry out.

"Does that hurt?" He stopped for a second, studying her 
face.

"No, don't stop Mulder. Please don't stop." She panted, 
moving a hand down between them to touch herself as he 
continued to thrust into her. It wasn't long before he felt her 
contract around him, bucking against him and crying his 
name over and over. He slowed his movements, waiting for 
her body to relax again as the after effects of her climax 
caused her body to shudder. The feel of her contracting 
around him, added to the sound of her voice repeatedly 
moaning her name, pushed him to climax. He slammed into 
her two, three, four times, emptying himself into her, crying 
her name in desperation. He momentarily collapsed on top 
of her, forgetting the crushing effect his weight would have 
on her ribs until she began to cough underneath him. He 
pushed himself up onto his elbows, knowing that what they 
had just done had not been the difficult part. That was yet to 
come. When she opened her eyes and saw him staring, she 
put a hand over her face. "Quit staring at me Mulder." She 
laughed, swatting his chest with her other hand. He playfully 
took her hand away from her face, staring down at her until 
she finally looked him in the eye. He wanted to make her 
promise that they'd never go back, but he wasn't stupid 
enough to do it now. He knew any promises she made now 
would be under duress, caused by her compulsion not to 
hurt him. Instead, he lay down on his back, outstretching his 
arms to encourage her to lie in them. Which she did.

He couldn't let her sleep without one last quip, just to know 
she wasn't upset or mad.

"Scully? This new path your on?"

"Yeah." She replied quietly.

"Do you think it could lead us ten inches to the right? You've 
rolled me onto the wet patch."

She snorted with laughter, rolling over onto her side and 
facing the other way. He followed, wrapping himself around 
her, overjoyed when she took his hand in hers.

The blaring of the television woke him, even though he'd 
been sure they hadn't had it on. He put an arm out, feeling 
for the delicate curve of her hip but found only a handful of 
blankets. Where had she gone? He opened his eyes, 
confused at how he had gotten onto the sofa, before sadness 
over took him. The happy memory of a dream made waking 
up to misery even more devastating.