From Beyond (2/11)
by Bonkersfm

EMAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CATEGORY:MSR CASEFILE
SPOILERS: Starts after IWTB
RATING: NC17 sex and violence
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully's relationship is put under strain when a 
casefile leads to some bizarre behaviour on Mulders part
DISCLAIMER: mine? If only!


CHAPTER 2

She sat up in bed, trying to concentrate on 
the words that she read under her breath, but 
not in her mind. She'd picked the book up so 
that she might have something to do other 
then worry about what they would talk about 
when Mulder came to bed. The noise of the 
shower finally turned off and she anticipated 
his presence, eager for them to talk. She had 
driven them home, his body still exhausted 
and shaking from twenty minutes of someone 
else being inside his head. Now he emerged 
from the bathroom clad in only a towel, his 
hair still wet, sticking up at a hundred 
ludicrous angles. She tried to catch his eye 
as he wandered over, only to find him sitting 
with his back to her and to her utter 
disappointment, lying down in that position 
too, without uttering a word. She couldn't 
sleep while this weighed on her mind. Sliding 
down into a horizontal position, she wrapped 
a leg over his waist and moved her arm under 
his, to wrap around his chest. At first he 
was impassive, but relief swept through her, 
as he responded to her touch, bringing her 
hand up to his lips and resting it there for 
the longest time.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, still with his 
back to her. "You deserve better than this, 
but I can't help it."

"Tell me." She said as he turned over. "Tell 
me how you feel."

Looking down on him she could see the effect 
that the last few days had had on his face. 
His eyes displayed dark circles and the graze 
of stubble had begun to escalate into an 
untidy mess. He sighed, avoiding her eyes 
again, choosing instead to look up at the 
ceiling.

"How can I feel tired and wired all at the 
same time?" he asked mournfully.

"How do you mean?" She kept her voice gentle, 
relieved that he would talk about it now.

"I can't sleep. When I do, it feels like I've 
not even been asleep. I don't feel tired. 
It's like I don't feel tired but I'm 
experiencing all the side effects of being 
tired."

She nodded at that. She had noticed the 
change in his manner. He had become irritable 
and unsociable towards her at night too, 
often leaving their bed and sleeping on the 
sofa. He must have interpreted her silence 
correctly.

"I'm sorry Scully. I can't help it. I know 
that's not what you want to hear." Still he 
avoided her gaze, covering his face with his 
hand. She sighed out heavily, accepting 
defeat tonight. Instead she settled for him 
letting her hold him. Lying against his chest 
and feeling his arms come up around her. They 
lay like this for several minutes, quiet and 
still, neither knowing what to say.

She let her hands wander to where the towel 
no longer existed, feeling the crisp springy 
curls under her fingers. She didn't want to 
push him, but she needed some indication that 
they would be okay, that this problem was not 
bigger than the two of them. When had she 
become so insecure? Why on earth did she 
think that they needed to do this to cement 
what she should already know? She ignored 
that sensible voice, and continued her 
journey south, taking the whole of him in her 
hand, pleased at the hardness of him already. 
She watched his eyes close and his breathing 
labour slightly. Soon she had slipped out of 
his embrace and moved herself lower, under 
the duvet. His body jumped as she took him in 
her mouth, gently applying the pressure but 
doing nothing that would make him think he 
would have to perform later. During the last 
week or so, he had never once done his usual 
trick of waking her up, pressing himself into 
her back until she could be persuaded to 
engage in this type of activity, another side 
effect of his affliction. One that had 
bothered her more then she could have 
imagined. In truth, Mulder made her feel 
wanted, loved, beautiful even.  She had 
missed that, and secretly she knew she craved 
it. She felt his hands in her hair, applying 
no pressure, but gently urging her on, 
telling her how good this felt.  Soon her 
name escaped from his lips, and he began to 
pull her upwards, towards him again. As they 
lay face to face, he begun to dispel any 
concerns she may have about continuing.

"Mulder don't worry, we don't have 
to . . ."

"But I want to," he said, rolling her onto 
her back, positioning himself between her 
legs. In one movement the strappy vest she 
wore had been moved down around her waist, 
the tiny shorts having been kicked down and 
divested as she had rolled onto her back.

It didn't get much better than this. He made 
her feel like the most important woman in the 
world. It was like this was happening only to 
make her happy, to satisfy her. She yelped as 
his mouth latched onto her breast, applying 
almost unbearable pressure. His kisses 
travelled down, reaching the light patch of 
curls that started way below her belly 
button. His tongue slipped between her folds, 
making her jump once before her body relaxed 
into the rhythm. Soon she became rigid in 
concentration, knowing that soon she'd be 
there. Suddenly she pulled her ankles against 
his back, urging him up towards her. After 
two or three hard nudges he finally gave in, 
and as he climbed toward her she saw his eyes 
were dark, his body panting slightly with his 
efforts.

"Why'd you stop me?" He asked, seemingly 
disappointed that she had roused him from his 
task. In a second he had his answer, as she 
pushed against his rear with one hand whilst 
the other guided him toward her entrance. He 
braced himself above her, slowly pushing 
inside, each time retreating a little, before 
pushing a little more.

He set a steady rhythm, accentuating the 
forward strokes, before easing gently back 
again. Soon this wasn't enough for her. She 
pulled her knee up and nudged his ribs, 
offering him a better angle if he were to 
take it. He shook his head, maintaining the 
slow rhythm he had already set. "I won't 
last." He said, half laughing. She could have 
laughed too, at his blatant honesty.

"I don't care." She reassured him, offering 
it to him again. This time he took it, 
realising that this was for him. She was 
doing this for him, for them. He picked up 
the pace, his excitement building not only 
because of the better sensation, but also for 
the sight of the woman underneath him, 
clearly feeling similar gratification. She 
felt his body stiffen, his pace becoming 
erratic and careless, whilst his eyes 
suddenly screwed shut.

"Oh God, Scully." he put his hands in her 
hair, fisting bunches of it as he continued 
to hammer her into the bed. "Scully, I'm 
coming already. Scully . . . " He panted 
breathlessly.

"It's alright." She reached up and stroked 
his hair. "It doesn't matter." She knew he'd 
always been a little conceited in this 
respect. He was well aware of his competence 
in this particular area of their 
relationship. They had spent very little time 
on trial and error in the early part of their 
physical relationship, having discovered a 
serious compatibility more or less straight 
away. Even after such a successful first few 
couplings, they had found improvement as time 
went on and any initial awkwardness faded. He 
seemed to sense, or know, what to do almost 
immediately, and now he rarely failed to 
bring her to climax before himself. He'd only 
laughed at her when she'd once asked if he 
was ever concerned that they might not have 
been physically compatible. He'd told her not 
to ask stupid questions, then relented to 
tell her how many times she'd given him a 
hard on just by opening the mail. She had 
been sure the story was meant as a 
compliment, even if it was an exaggeration.
Now she could feel him holding back, delaying 
his own indulgence for the sake of hers. She 
put a hand on his chest, pushing him away 
from her. The action slowed him, and forced 
him to back off and meet her eyes. She pushed 
again gently, moving from underneath him, 
realising from the disappointment on his face 
that he had no idea of what she was trying to 
achieve. As he rolled off her, she pounced, 
quickly lowering herself onto him, and 
eliciting from him an agonising moan. Soon he 
reached to grip her hips, moving her back and 
forth, and becoming extremely vocal in the 
process. It wasn't long before his body had 
stiffened again, and he began bucking up into 
her, filling her with his seed. He reached 
for her straight after, pulling her down onto 
his chest where she lay quietly. "God, Scully 
. . ." He breathed heavily, moving his hands 
to her hair. "That was amazing. I don't 
deserve you."

"You're right." She pushed up off his chest 
so that they had eye contact. "You don't 
always deserve me. Good job you're stuck with 
me." She moved forward to quickly catch his 
lips, surprised when he took a firm hold, 
pulling her to him in an intense and 
passionate kiss.

"I love you so much Scully. I don't ever want 
to screw this up."

She tutted at him now, at the glimmer of 
insecurity even after all this time. "You 
won't Mulder."


Continued in Chapter 3