DISCLAIMER:  The characters herein are the property of Chris Carter, Fox
Broadcasting and 1013 Productions.  No money is being made off of this raunchy
smut-pie and no infringement is intended

DISTRIBUTION:  Anywhere --- just lemme know where I can come visit.

CATEGORY: S, A, M/S

RATING:  NC-17 for extremely graphic sexual content, naughty language,
laughable and unlikely situations, one temporarily non-consenting adult, and
all around bad taste

SPOILERS: None.

TIMELINE: Takes place between Seasons 6 & 7.

SUMMARY:  Scully's got an attitude. She quickly learns that some natural
impulses are best ridden out with a partner.

FEEDBACK:  Sure, fine, whatever.  Send to NurseOwens@aol.com


Natural Impulses
Part 1/3
by Nurse Owens


State Route 28
Wigwam City, New Mexico


I hate this.  I really, really hate this.  Its hotter'n hell out here in
--- Where the hell *are* we this week? --- Oh, yeah..."Wigwam City," New
Mexico.  The air-conditioning in the rental car broke on the way back to the
motel today and this dusty, one horse town's mechanic just happened to be the
victim whose autopsy I performed this morning

What an utterly complete, and total, waste of my time.  Bites found on the
dead man's body were found to have been inflicted by his neighbor's pit bull
post-mortem following a heart attack. Townsfolk thought the man's death was
caused by some giant desert rodent feasting on humans.  What *is* it about
living out in the middle of nowhere that makes people think they have a larger
than life rodent attacking their neighbors? This makes the third one this
month.

Sometimes, I think that Mulder just likes to get_my_goat.  Our flight
doesn't leave until Monday morning and its only Saturday afternoon.  Next time,
*I* am going to make the travel arrangements --- no more extra days padded to
the end of our trips.  I don't care that we *do* have extra time to kill, I am
*not* going with him to see the Indian ruins south of here tomorrow.

Heat doesn't seem to bother Mulder like it does me.  Look at him. Cool as
a cucumber.  Wind blowing his hair, singing along to the radio.  I can't wait
to get back to the motel, run a nice lukewarm bath to cool off, wash my hair,
and read my new Sidney Sheldon novel.  Yeah, thats what I need...a healthy dose
of smut and a nice bath. 

We're here.  "Finally," I murmur.

"What's that Scully?"

"I'm tired Mulder.  I'll see you in the morning."  

I've lost count of the number of roadside dives I've had to sleep in since
joining Mulder on his crusade.  Wait, scratch that --- our crusade.  This one
just about takes the cake though; lumpy mattress, black and white t.v., pink
bathroom tile, filthy swimming pool, and lizards.  Why can't we ever get a case
in Hawaii?

I run my bath, take off my clothes, and sink down into the bubbles.  I
don't know why I've felt so crabby this trip.  Maybe its not just the heat ---
maybe, I just need something *more* in my life. Hell, maybe I just need to get
laid.

For the past several years, I've been content to close a case, curl up on
my couch, and read or watch t.v.  All I really have now is Mulder and The
X-Files. I've had no real relationship with a man since Jack and I don't see
any prospective mate on the horizon.  I guess that I have been so down and
moody lately because my body and mind are at odds with each other. I know that
I can't have children; but my body still seems to be pretending that there is
nothing wrong. Every month my period comes and goes; I get bloated, I get mood
swings, I eat stuff that I know is bad for me...why should I have to suffer
like this if I am infertile?  Damned hormones.

I sink down deeper into the bubbles and close my eyes.  I wish that my
monthly "friend" would just hurry up and visit so I can get past this emotional
nightmare.

I can hear Mulder next door blasting his radio.  The walls in this
hellhole are paper thin. Oh God, he's singing along...

     		"Trailer for sale or rent ---
		 Room to let fifty cents---
		 Mama, I'm a man of means by no means---
		 King of the road!"   

Then the music stops abruptly and I hear a knock at the adjoining door.

"Scully?  Can I come in?"

Remembering that we have long since stopped locking our adjoining doors, I
hurriedly get out of the tub and grab my robe --- bubbles slithering down my
cleavage.

"Sure Mulder, what is it

"Sorry to bother you Scully.  I know your hormones are raging and all ---"

"What did you just say?!" 

"I said, I didn't want to bother you, seeing how you are in one of your
moods, but I just wanted to remind you to set your alarm so we can get a nice,
early start on checking out those ruins tomorrow morning. I know that you were
hot and miserable today and I don't want to make you trudge around in the
desert heat in the middle of the day."

I am alternately shocked that he knows my body's schedule as well as I do,
and nearly as shocked that he noticed how miserable I was in the heat today.  I
am floored. This man, who can be so self-centered, can be full of surprises.

"Uh, no Mulder.  You're not bothering me.  But, um...I don't think that I
want to go sightseeing tomorrow.  Why don't you just take the car and go out on
your own?  I could use the extra time to type up our report and relax a bit."

I notice that Mulder is unabashedly staring at my chest.  My nipples, a
source of embarrassment to me since junior high school locker room days, are
jutting out like huge thimbles underneath my peach satin robe.  I cross my arms
in front of me and he moves his eyes to my face.

"Oh, okay Scully.  Um, I guess I'll see you around lunchtime or so.  Maybe
I'll bring you back something to eat?"

"Yeah, Mulder that sounds nice.  Have a good time and don't forget to take
along lots of water and wear sunscreen."

"Sure, Scully.  G'night."  

He leaves and closes the door gently behind him --- but not before taking
another peek. 

"Good NIGHT, Mulder."

I shake my head and walk back to the tub, stopping before the full length
mirror on the front side of the bathroom door.  I open my robe and toss it onto
the bed.  My breasts, still slick from the soapy water, are shining in the
harsh light of the dingy motel bathroom.  My thimble-like nipples, perched
delicately on top of my breasts, are pretty big for a woman my size.  I look
like I belong in one of those Varga-Girl paintings from Esquire Magazine.  

Poor Mulder, I think to myself.  You're such a male. 

Taking my nipples between my thumbs and middle fingers, I pinch them so they
stand up even more erect.  The action sends a little frisson of electricity to
my clit. 

I settle back down into the tub.

Finishing my bath, I search around for the lightest weight sleep wear that
I can find in my overnight case.  Its so fucking hot tonight. I settle on a
silk aqua camisole and tap pant set that my mother bought me for my birthday
last year.  Who she thought I'd be wearing it for, I'll never understand.  Its
a little large for me, with spaghetti straps that slip down whenever I move my
arms --- but it'll do.  I climb beneath the sheets of my lumpy bed and crack
open my book.

At about 10:30 p.m. I notice that Mulder's light is no longer seeping
under the opening beneath our adjoining door.  I yawn, mark my page and shut
off my light --- but sleep comes slowly in heat like this. I lay in bed,
thinking about things in general, unable to sleep. Soon, I hear Mulder yelling
out his sister's name.  He's having one of his two regular nightmares.  In the
other one the name he calls out is my own --- either sends me running for the
adjoining door to rouse him every other road trip.

My waking of him has become routine over the years.  We never talk about
it, but I know he appreciates that someone cares enough to hold him until his
heart slows down and he can breathe normally again.

I enter his room and crawl onto the bed.  He is thrashing about on the right
side of the queen-size mattress.  I can see that he will knock over the can of
Coke that sits on his nightstand if I don't move it out of the way of his
flailing arms.

I lean over his body, trying not to get in his way when suddenly, his left
cheek brushes up against my left breast. The movement sends the spaghetti strap
falling to my elbow, leaving nearly all of my chest exposed.  Before I get a
chance to set down the can of Coke, and pull up the strap, Mulder's mouth has
rooted around until he finds my left nipple.  Immediately, he latches on and
begins suckling me.  His thrashes stop and he settles down, my rosy thimble
firmly stuck between his soft lips and sharp teeth. 

Shocked, I set the can down, and remain perfectly still while I try to
figure out what the hell to do about this unusual turn of events.  This could
almost be a fantasy for me --- if it wasn't so laughable.  This could very
embarrassing for both of us if he wakes up with me stuck between his teeth like
a piece of brocolli.

Mulder is still clearly asleep --- the crisis over --- but I can't pull my
breast away from his mouth.  The more I try to pull it out from the grasp of
his mouth, the more insistent his suckling and tugging becomes.

Instinctively, I  hold the back of his head with my now empty right hand
and pull his head into my cleavage.  His nose burrows into my soft flesh. My
mind spins and I try to make sense of what is happening:  Mulder is asleep. My
breast brushing against his cheek caused him to react with an infant's rooting
reflex. He found childlike comfort and release from his nightmare in the
process.  God Scully. You are so clinical.

I try to convince myself that there is nothing sexual about his actions. 
There was no obvious intent on his part to force anything sexual upon me, nor I
upon him. 

I tell myself this over and over while trying to ignore the feeling that
my clit is quickly becoming engorged with each insistent tug at my sensitive
tip.  All I know is that I have to pull my nipple from his mouth before he
wakes up and finds us in this position.  But the more I try to remove my breast
from his mouth, the harder he suckles. 

Under ordinary circumstances, I would have urged him, well...any man for
that matter, to switch breasts to relieve the tension. I reach across his body
again and grab the cold, wet can of Coke and press it to the side of his face. 
Mulder immediately releases my breast and rolls over onto his other side to get
away from the cold can.  Thankfully, it hasn't wakened him.  He lapses back
into a contented dream state and begins to snore softly.  I creep out of his
bed and pull up my camisole.  My left breast is wet from his mouth and his
saliva has soaked through the aqua silk.  Suddenly I am embarrassed --- I
notice that my tap pants' crotch is soaked through with my own juices.  

Back in my room, I head for the bathroom to inspect myself.   My nipple
and its surrounding tissue are scarlet red.  Compared to its twin on my right
breast, my left nipple appears to stick out farther and it is clearly swollen. 
There is no doubt in my mind that it will be sensitive and hurt like holy hell
in the morning.

I toss on my robe and venture outside to the ice machine to get ice to
make an ice pack.  Hopefully, I can prevent any potential bruising from
occurring with a little first aid.  I take off the silk ensemble and collapse
into bed nude.   

I am awakened by Mulder whom I find looming over me at 7:30 a.m. with a
goofy grin on his face.

"Mornin' Sunshine!  I thought I'd give you another chance at joining me on
a little sightseeing trip today," he chirps.

Aghast that I am wearing nothing under the sheets but a bright red beacon
of pain on my left tit, I push him off the bed and grasp the crisp linens
around my aching chest.

"Hey!  What was that for?!" he shrieks as he hit the floor.

"Mulder, just let me sleep, okay?!"

My breast burns as my poor nipple is scraped by the cheap, rough motel
room sheets.

"Sheesh...okay by me, Scully...remind me never to wake *you*  up from a
sound sleep again, all right?" and he trudges out through the adjoining door
and then outside.

I hear him start the rental car and drive off with the gravel flying out
from the under the car's tires.

I get up and shuffle into the bathroom to see if there has been any
improvement in my condition overnight.  I am achy, sore, and red; but I will
survive. I take a shower and carefully rub a little Vaseline on my throbbing
nipple before putting on my grey T-shirt; the softest one that I can find.

Mulder returns several hours later from the ruins. He knocks on our
adjoining door as I sit in bed reading my novel. He is dusty, tanned, tired,
and in need of a shower.  His physical condition aside, I beam when I realize
that he has remembered to bring me some lunch.

We sit at the rickety table in my room gorging ourselves on gen-u-wine New
Mexico Chinese Food.  Every movement I make causes the T-shirt material to
chafe against my tender skin.  The over-sensitized erectile tissue of my nipple
is working on overdrive. >

Mulder has not failed to notice that I am not wearing a bra.  I catch him
watching the sway of my titties under the grey T-shirt which each bite that I
take. Annoying as it is, I get a little bit of sadistic pleasure watching him
try not to stare at my quivering mounds as I intentionally move in ways that
exaggerate my bra-lessness.  He stares at my "stiffer than a board" left
nipple.  I bet it reminds him of that picture of Janis Joplin, or that Farrah
Fawcett poster.  I am *sure* that he had one of those damned things in his
bedroom as a teenager.

We spend the rest of the afternoon organizing *his* notes which I add to
mine to complete our report. Evening rolls around and he goes back to his room
to watch The Outer Limits while I go back to reading my Sidney Sheldon novel. 

I remind Mulder that our plane departs at 11:10 a.m and we have to leave
the motel by 7:00 a.m. to get to Albuquerque on time.  

I change into a mid-thigh, slip-like, emerald green satin nightgown, crawl
into bed and lose myself in a steamy tale of revenge and smut.  

~*~*~*~*~*~

At 1:00 a.m. I am still awake reading.  Mulder cries out in his sleep
again.  This time, he calls my name and I can tell from the emotional tone of
his voice that this nightmare is an awful one.

I fly through our adjoining doorway and crawl into bed beside Mulder who
is thrashing about, sweating, heart beating like crazy. I gather him up in my
arms and shush him like a baby.  His beard stubble rakes across the soft skin
of my neck.  He begins to settle down, lowering his head down to its familiar
comfort spot over my heart.  

I can feel his hot breath raggedly blowing through the satin, across my
breasts. Moments later, after he calms down, I cradle his head in my lap. I
turn to look down at his sleeping, peaceful face still shiny with nightmare
sweat. There is something so tender, yet sexually raw and sensual about this
hot, sweaty man in my lap who is breathing up onto my belly  and my breasts.

I lean down to kiss his forehead --- he'll never know how many times I
have kissed him like this. I taste his salty skin with my tongue.  Perhaps I
linger too long because before I can stop it, his nuzzles the bottom of my
right breast.  His tongue peeks out of his mouth and begins searching for my
nipple. Not again.

I am in a semi-trance of shock as I watch his Gene Simmon's like tongue
probe for the jutting nubbin. I shudder when he finds it.  He flicks his tongue
at it repeatedly through the satin.  I attempt to rouse him --- to make him
stop --- by calling his name.  He just won't wake up.

His nuzzling has pulled down my green, slip-like nightgown and exposes my
creamy smooth right breast. The hard rosy thimble makes itself an easy target
--- a bull's eye for Mulder's wicked, relentless mouth.

Aw, Cripes! He draws the tip into his mouth and gives a tiny teasing
suckle.  I gasp and try to pull away.  Without letting go of the nubbin, he
nips at it and I feel the patch of fur between my legs go damp.  I try to
adjust my position so I can slip away but Mulder will have none of that.  He
nips at my sensitive tip again and again.  Each nip ends with a progressively
deeper suckle until he has stopped nipping and is now just sucking with greedy
delight.

I moan onto his sweaty forehead.  His hand finds my other nipple, still
sensitive from his oral indulgence of the night before.  But he pinches my left
nipple softly and rubs it through the satin.  In a split second, Mulder goes
from having his head in my lap, mouth at my teat, to spinning me up and around
so I sit astride his stomach facing him. 

My nightgown drops down around my waist.  My breasts sway to and fro,
obscenely erect, reddened and wet from his sucking.  Through half-closed eyes,
he looks up at me, still not quite aware of what he is doing to my body.  He
licks his lips.

"Mulder!  What are you doing?!"

I am not sure he heard me.  He seems to be in a dreamstate. He reaches up
and pinches both crimson tips and gently wiggles both breasts while doing so. 
The pain is exquisite and again I feel a flood of moisture pool between my
legs.  

Horrified that I have no panties on, I try to get up from my squatting
position over Mulder's body.  He yanks me back down hard and I land on top of
his thighs.  

Angry with Mulder that, half-asleep or not, he is forcing me to
participate in a cock and pussy session, I stare into his eyes. He is looking,
not up at me, but at his huge cock which bobs and quivers like a child's
punching clown.

I look down at his chest and notice that his black, hairy treasure trail
leads directly down to a mass of curls surrounding a large set of engorged
balls.  He has a grand, tumescent hard-on topped with a deep reddish-purple
head that sits on the end of it like a huge silky mushroom.  A pearl of pre-cum
is perched on its very tip.

I follow his stare again to the place where our bodies meet.  He lifts up
my nightgown from my thighs and pushes it up to my waist where the rest of it
is bunch, so he can get a better look.  

His cock bobs again; the pre-cum pearl growing larger.  It is mesmerizing
but I have to get a grip on myself and gather control of the situation.  Mulder
licks his lips again. I see him looking through my the auburn curls where my
swollen clit peeks out from beneath its tiny pink cloak.

Mulder squirms for a moment. At first, I think its because he is getting
uncomfortable with me astride his thighs.  Then I realize, that his intent is
not to shift position due to discomfort, but so he can wipe my pussy onto his
legs to see how wet I am.

Apparently satisfied, he drowsily looks up into my eyes, grabs me by the
hips and lifts me up and then down squarely onto his straining cock.  The
bulbous head slips in with a pop.  He easily slides the rest of his 9" cock up
to the hilt, his hips buck up into me to punctuate the experience with a little
pain.  This half-asleep man is making sure that I know that *he* is in charge
--- resistance is futile. 

My head lolls backwards on my shoulders and I gasp. Of course, his cock
buried deep inside me feels fantastic, but I want to intentionally deny myself
all pleasure out of spite and anger towards him for taking me against my will
like this.

I go limp.  I try to get away but I can't unsheathe him from my body. I am
impaled.  His hands hold my hips firmly in place as he bucks and slithers up
into my slippery hole.  It has been several years since I last had a penis
inside me.  And certainly, the last one didn't come close to Mulder's size.  My
inner walls have stretched to their limits to accommodate his beefy cock.  

Mulder's thrusts grow manic as he bucks up into me, banging the head of
his cock into my cervix.  I hold on with my inner muscles for leverage.  He
must like the intensity of my gripping vaginal muscles because he arches his
back, throws his head back, closes his eyes and smiles.  Soon his face contorts
into what looks like a grimace of pain and his thrusts grow insistent and
deeper.

I am hurting and I can't breathe.  Mulder groans, growls and grunts as I
feel the cushion of his huge balls beneath my ass, tense up.  He's very, very
close and I can't get away.

Apparently, Mulder doesn't give a damn that we aren't using any
protection.  One, two, three more, deep, penetrating thrusts and his ramrod
cock explodes into me, splashing my cervix and flooding my inner walls with
load after load of hot, creamy cum. I collapse on top of him and then roll off
of him onto the bed.  I sit up, and angrily slap his face as hard as I can.

I get no apology.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I get out of bed and land in a heap on the floor; legs like Jell-O. Mulder
begins to snore. I crawl the rest of the way into my room and sit down on the
floor in the bathroom.  I have admitted to myself many times over that I want
to make love to Mulder.  But I want him on my terms.  A sleepy fuck in a dumpy
motel room without consent was not what I had in mind.  Still, something about
the whole incident made me grin.

I get up and get a chair from the room and pull it in front of the
bathroom floor-mirror.  I sit in the chair and raise my legs up --- setting
each leg over the side arms of the chair.  This position gives me a wide view
of the juncture between my thighs.

Curious, I open my legs and use my fingers to spread myself open.  Creamy
cum drips out of my vagina.  I use one perfectly painted fingertip and bring a
sample to my lips.  I taste Mulder's musky, salty juice co-mingled with my own.

I dip the middle finger of my right hand inside of myself and use my other
hand and fingers to pull back the shroud covering my engorged crimson clit. I
swirl Mulder's cum around and around my clit, reveling in the slipperiness and
direct stimulation.  My hips writhe and buck as my fingers dance and play at
the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I replay the entire incident with Mulder over and over in my mind. 
Occasionally, bending my head down to reach a throbbing nipple with my pink
tongue.

Engrossed with my own performance, I am too busy looking in the mirror
while pleasuring myself to notice that Mulder is standing  nude in the doorway
of our adjoining rooms --- his rock hard cock in his hand.  

He is most definitely wide awake now and is using the tip of his fingers
to spread pre-cum from the tip of cock around the swollen head and rim.  He
begins to stroke himself in a slow lazy fashion while my fingerplay grows more
frantic.  I throw my head back as I feel the hum of an intense orgasm begin to
spread through my body.  My nipples strain up to point at the ceiling while my
breasts bob wildly.  My rolling, bucking hips give testament to the wild
pleasure I feel burning from my clit to my vagina to my spine and to the rest
of my body.  I moan and involuntarily yell out Mulder's name as wave after wave
hits me.  I don't care because I think that he is still sleeping.  I collapse
in the chair, my sweet pearly juice dripping from my love hole, mixed with
Mulder's cum.

Mulder creeps up behind me and stands behind my chair.  I didn't hear him
approach.  I am sated and ready to pass out from exhaustion.  Suddenly, the
unmistakable feeling of a rock hard cock at my cheek startles me.  I spin
around and to face him, my eyes blazing.  Before I can utter a word, he strokes
the side of his face that I slapped earlier.  I laugh at him.

He demands that I lick the pearly drop of cum from the tip of his cock as
punishment.  First I roll my eyes --- then I grow livid, I begin to protest. 
Mulder grabs me by the hair and kisses me hard.  His tongue demands entrance to
my mouth.  

I am too weak to resist.

Mulder pulls his mouth away just as I give in to his kiss.  Then then he
restates his demand:  "Lick it." 

His eyes blaze with desire and I am entranced by the little droplet on the
tip of his hot scarlet organ.  I look up at him. My pink tongue snakes out from
between my lips. I never take my eyes from his.

I touch the pearly droplet with my tongue and with a quick little lift,
swoop it up with my tongue and swallow it.  This makes Mulder grin broadly. His
next demand is even more insistent.  

"Suck it." 

I open my mouth wide, my bright blue eyes looking up into his stormy green
ones.  I take as much of his engorged organ into my mouth as I can, wrap my
lips firmly down around the base with my nose buried in his curls and suck
firmly right up to the head.  I gave the rim a wet swirl and dive down for
another mouthful. I can tell by the silly grin on Mulder's face that he is
amazed that I can take so much of him at once.  

When his eyes roll back into his head and he arches his back, I know that
this time *I* am the one who is in control.  I repeat the dive, suck, swirl
routine until I think he is going to pass out.  He makes a gurgling noise in
the back of his throat and his balls tense.  Not wanting him to come just yet,
I grasp his cock around the base, get up from my chair and lead him over to the
bed.  I sit on the edge, lie back and prop myself up with my arms and elbows. 

Mulder grins.  He drops to his knees and promptly buries his nose in my
wet patch of curls.  He takes his arms and and reaches under my legs and wraps
his arms over my abdomen.  He uses his hands to pull each side of my patch of
curls away so he can have complete access to my wetness.

This time, I am the one grinning.  I watch as he lets his long tongue
unfurl.  He makes a point with the tip and then swipes my slit from bottom to
clit.  Then, he begins to flick dashes up and down, back and forth, and in
circles around my bulging, distended bundle of nerves.

Mulder's oral fixation kicks into high gear.  He makes wild, sloppy,
slurping sounds that only add to my intense pleasure.  I grab the back of his
head and snatch handfuls of hair so I can grind his face deeper into my pussy. 
He takes his talented tongue and shoves it deep inside me, licking my walls. 
He replaces his tongue with two crooked fingers that find that sensitive place
on the wall of the front of my vagina.  I moan loud and deep.

Mulder makes contented murmuring sounds as he suckles on my lower lips.  He
fucks me again with his long strong tongue and laps up all of our fluids. He
switches gears and flicks at my bundle of nerves until my hips buck wildly. I
can't get away from his prying, probing tongue.  I am so sensitive there, but
doesn't seem to care or notice.  Mulder's relentless tongue is insisting that
it knows what is best for me.

I feel the most intense stirrings of an orgasm that I have ever felt in my
life begin with a buzz at my clit.  I begin to shudder and shake.  Mulder lets
go and doesn't hold me open any more.  His tongue, still in its relentless
pursuit of titillation, continues on it tour of my clit and surrounding
environs. His hands grope their way up to my bouncing tits.  They find each
large thimble tipped nipple and pinch them.  I moan in protest but he won't let
go. He sucks my clit and I moan again.

Mulder is wicked and is playing my body with a measured mixture of
exquisite pleasure and intense pain.  Just when I think I am going to pass out,
he lets go of my white-hot nipples and flicks my clit with his precise tongue. 
I come in explosions of hot wavelike sensations that play leap frog over one
another throughout my body.

He stands, leaving me laying there for moment, vulnerable, while he stares
down at me on the bed.  Mulder places his hand on both sides of my head on the
bed. I think he is about to lean in to kiss me when,  without warning, he
plunges his cock into me just as the last wave crests.  A few pumps and he
joins me, once again flooding me with hot spunky jism.  

Mulder collapses on top of me; sweaty, hot, and limp.  I can't move.  A
few moments later, he lifts his head, looks into my eyes, and surprises me with
a gentle kiss.  I kiss him back just as gently.

He whispers: "I love you Scully" and without waiting for my response, he
lowered his head to kiss the tips of both of my nipples apologetically.

A gentle lick to both and he is back up at my mouth kissing me with a
passion I have never experienced before with anyone.  I feel hot tears, his and
mine, roll down my face.  I stop kissing him long enough to tell him that I
love him too.

~Fini~