TITLE: Recovery V (1/1)
AUTHOR: Shoshana
EMAIL ADDRESS: shoshana1013@excite.com
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere 
SPOILER WARNING: Through end of Season Six
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT STATEMENT: MSR
CLASSIFICATION: VR
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance
SUMMARY: Mulder goes over to Scully's apartment after spending a lonely
weekend without her.
DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me.
NOTES: Many thanks to my wonderful beta readers, Char, Meggo, and Teresa.


Recovery V
By Shoshana

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Mid-September 1999
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"Ow!  Ouch!  Oh, dammit to hell!"

That must be Mulder, colliding with my new umbrella stand.  Maybe I should
have hid that thing till he got used to the layout of my apartment again...


He must be alright, because I sense him leaning against the door jamb of my
bedroom.  His breathing seems labored as he nurses his latest wounds,
probably incurred around the shin or ankle region.  

I can't decide whether to feign slumber.  I'm pretty sure he's going to try
and wake me anyway.  It's only 9:15 and I was trying to catnap before he
came over.  I knew he'd come over tonight.  Just tell Mulder he can't do
something and you've practically guaranteed that he'll try the opposite.

I had to go back to work today and I left him alone in his apartment all
weekend.  I had to restock my refrigerator, clean house, do laundry... all
those things I'd been ignoring while I stayed over at his apartment and
helped him with his injury and apparent amnesia.

It's been a wonderful, awful four weeks.  He's shirked another life
threatening situation, recovering relatively unscathed.  At least
physically, that is.  Losing memories for the last year was more
problematic, but I think he's dealt with it pretty well.  It would have been
much worse if he had forgotten who I was or even lost his own identity.

And we've given up repressing our feelings for one another.  It was easy
enough to do.  We've been ready for a long time and his brush with near
tragedy made everything seem crystal clear.  Wise up and stop wasting time
with one another, you never know what tomorrow will bring.

I didn't want to leave him on his own, but he's perfectly capable of getting
around by himself now.  And if I was going to return to work, I needed to
get back to my own closets, including matching outfits, shoes and lingerie.
Well, not really lingerie, but it makes me feel so much better when
everything coordinates...

So I shooed him away for the weekend, promising we'd cohabitate again after
he returns to work in two weeks time.  I told him we had to preserve some
autonomy; it was looking too much like I'd taken advantage of his illness.
Of course I hadn't, but I couldn't stay with him indefinitely without
stirring the rumor mill at work.  And since I was returning to work and
everyone would be questioning me about Mulder's condition, I wanted us to be
living apart for now.

Easier said than done.  I knew he'd be over tonight.  I even cranked up the
air conditioning, left the chain lock off the door, and 'forgot' to put on
jammies.  That oughta shock the hell out of him.  He won't be expecting
that.  I just want to prove that he's not the only unpredictable one in this
relationship.  I can be pretty unpredictable myself, when motivated.  And
after a very long day dealing with paperwork and bureaucrats, I am *very*
motivated.

"Scully?" he whispers softly, approaching my bedside with caution.  I am
lying on my side, facing away from him, the bedclothes pulled all the way
over my shoulders, concealing my state of undress.

"Mmmm..." I purr.

He approaches with more confidence now, kneeling next to the bed, stroking
my damp hair with gentle fingers. 

"I couldn't stay away, Scully.  I miss you so.  Can I stay here tonight?"

I sense the misery in his plea and have no intention of letting him leave,
but I decide to play coy for a few minutes longer.

"Mulder, didn't I tell you we needed some time apart, some time till you
returned to work?"

"I can't, Scully.  I can't even sleep at night without you.  I've memorized
every infomercial on the tube the last couple nights.  I've held off till
now, but I can't do it anymore.  Can't I sleep with you tonight?"

His voice is so pathetically sweet and at the same time inexplicably
arousing that I am ready to succumb to the spell he's cast over me, aided in
part by the warm, wet kisses he's showering up and down my neck.  I am done
in by those and I decide that I cannot forestall the inevitable any longer.

"Lose the clothes, Mulder."

"Huh?"

"Take off your clothes and get in bed, Einstein, before I have a change of
heart."

In an instant, he is sitting on the bed, struggling with his shoes, socks,
pants, shirt, etc.  I know he hasn't taken his boxers off, expecting the
same bed etiquette we've been following the past half a week.  Snuggling and
kissing O.K., screwing not.  

I'd only insisted on that because I thought he was still in enough pain to
make fooling around more a tribulation than a pleasure.  But I'd heard nary
a whimper from him as he spooned up behind me, crushing my body close to his
at night. 

I finally turn around underneath the covers, carefully hiding my nakedness.
This was my surprise and I wasn't spoiling it for either of us.  It was way
too dark in the room, only streetlights illuminated the interior through
window blind slats. 

"Turn the light on, will ya?"

He obliges me by turning the small nightlight on, and I smile up at him,
admiring his still well-toned body, despite being laid up for the last four
weeks.  He'd started physical therapy shortly after his release from the
hospital and it was doing his upper body some good in all the right places.

The smile he returns is almost comical.  It's a mixture of Mulder joy and
apprehension.  Even after four weeks of all data to the contrary, he still
thinks he's going to lose me, that I'm just going to walk away from this
relationship as soon as I'm disenchanted with him. 

Well, I don't know what more I can do to reassure him than offer myself,
body and soul, to him.  And that's what I'm planning to do, right here,
right now, in my own familiar bedroom.  Not some cheap motel, or the back
seat of a rental car.  Not even his amazing new bed, with its voyeuristic
mirrors.  

I think I'll have to work up to that.  I've never watched myself doing it
with anyone and I'd like some privacy our first time around.  Watching our
stunt doubles perform sex acts six feet above our heads is not something I
can easily deal with. 

"Well, are you going to stand there and gawk at me or are you coming to bed,
Mulder?"

"Yes ma'am.  I will stop gawking at the most beautiful Special Agent in the
Federal Bureau of Investigation... Right now, ma'am," he says cheerily,
leaning down to cradle my face in his hands.

"Good.  I thought you might have forgotten who's boss around here," I tease.


"Not boss, Scully.  Just beauty..."  

And he silences any retorts, sliding down on top of the comforter and
covering my mouth with his. We kiss deeply for several minutes, as my covers
slide down gradually, revealing my breasts to him.

"Scully!  You've nothing on!"

"No shit, Mulder.  Get in bed now and lose the boxers too."

"Damn you, woman.  No wonder it's as cold as a meat locker in here.  You've
been hiding under those heavy blankets for a reason." 

He still hasn't gotten under the covers and I decide to take matters into my
own hands, literally.  I sit up, pushing him over on his side, pulling those
boxer shorts off with a zeal I've probably only reserved for tackling known
criminals before.  He's laughing and struggling, making it as difficult as
he can.  Eventually I get them past his knees and he helps my cause by
pulling them down the rest of way.

"Dana Scully, did anyone ever tell you you're completely insane?"

"No, that sentiment is usually directed toward you, Mulder.  Now, get over
here and make love to me.  I've been waiting for you all night..."

"You knew I couldn't resist coming over, right?"  

My response is muffled as he kisses me again, pushing the bedclothes aside,
covering me with his icy cold body.  Boy, I did leave that air conditioner
on pretty high, I muse, already beginning to lose higher brain function as
Mulder rubs his erection against my sex.

He kisses every inch of my body, stopping to capture my mouth, slow and
easy.  I'm letting him be the aggressor now; I know I'll turn the tables on
him soon, very soon.  He works his way down my body, teasing my breasts,
kissing them, sucking at them like new found toys.  It's clear what he has
in mind when he dips down to my navel, and then lower still, kissing my scar
from last January's fiasco with care.

He kisses the inner landscape of my thighs, lifting me gently onto a pillow
which appears like magic from the other side of my bed.  He parts my folds
with care and licks me gently.  I'm already so wet and ready for him that I
shudder as he swipes over my clit, never staying there too long, giving
equal attention to every inch of me.  

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, grasping his shoulders,
rhythmically moving against him in pleasurable pursuit of orgasm.  Gently,
he places his fingers in me, stimulating me even more, and bringing me to a
trembling climax.  He never ceases licking me, soothing me, as he senses my
waves of physical and emotional satisfaction.

He kisses my tummy tenderly and moves back up to embrace me, adore me, love
me.  I nip at him, teasing his lower lip.  He responds, caressing me with a
deep, sweet, sensual kiss.  

Suddenly, I push him off me with a quiet but firm hand, making it clear that
I want to be on top now.  "O.K., Mulder, I'm in charge now..."  I glare at
him playfully, as he lies back on the other side of the bed, amused at my
aggression.

"Sure, whatever you say, sweetheart.  I'm in no shape to argue with you, as
you well know..."

"Betcha ya won't think I'm so damn sweet after this, Mulder...  I'm planning
on driving you over the edge..."

I straddle him, rubbing my curls against him, teasing him mercilessly.  His
lips twist in an odd grimace, reflecting both exquisite pleasure and pain;
he's straining to hold on till he's inside me.  I put him out of his misery
by slowly lowering myself onto him, pausing as he grabs my hips, then
leaning down for another sensuous kiss.

We maintain eye contact the whole time, both aware that this means more to
us than just sex.  We're making love because we're *in* love.  We've waited
a long time to get here, but the reality is so sweet I'm tempted to cry.
Then I realize that I'm *already* crying.  My senses are so overloaded, I'm
so extremely happy, that my tears have come unnoticed.

Mulder raises one hand to wipe them away, smiling at me, well aware that
they are good tears, the ones he's dreamed about for years.  We move against
one another and I keep pace with his gentle thrusting as we enjoy new
sensations, new love.  

He's lost for words now as we kiss each other in rhythm with our lovemaking,
increasing our passion with desperate urgency.  I whisper his name softly
and he reaches between us, touching my clit, caressing my breast, almost
bringing me to orgasm.  

He senses when I'm about to come, grabbing hold of my hips, flipping me over
with gentle finesse.  I am momentarily concerned that he might hurt himself,
that his chest might ache around his wound; but he's not hurting now, not at
all, as he pounds into me, joyfully bringing us both to orgasm.  He
collapses breathlessly, totally content, totally exhausted. 

He tries to move off of me, but I refuse to let him go, wanting to keep us
together a few moments longer.  He's not as heavy as I thought, his chest
feels good against mine, and I wish we could stay like this all evening.

"Did ya like that?"  I ask, knowing the answer to my question, just wanting
to hear him say it out loud.

"Scully, like is understatement for what I've just experienced.  I'm stunned
senseless, amazed, knocked damn silly by you.  I hope you know how very much
I love you now, if you didn't believe me before."

"I believed you, Mulder.  I never doubted that.  I just wanted to hear you
say it out loud.  And I love you too, if you didn't already know..."

I kiss him lustily, stroking my hands against the powerful muscles of his
back.  He moves now, gently rolling over onto his side and gathering me up
into his arms.  He kisses the back of my neck and puts his arms around my
stomach, holding me close.  

We don't feel like talking now, we've already said all we needed to just
minutes ago.  I am slipping off to sleep when I hear him say the words
again, "Love you Scully..."  

I bring his hand to my lips and mouth "I love you too," as I drift off into
oblivion.


fin

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