Title: "Shake Your Egg Thing"
Author: Sara (silk1023@aol.com)
Rating: NC-17 all the way baby!
Spoilers: Nothing really. Just for DD's 2/26 appearance on Leno.
Keywords: MSR, Smut
Summary: Scully sees a side of Mulder she never realized existed...

Disclaimer: Don't own DD or XF. Never will. Don't own anyone I might make reference too 
in this little smut vignette. This is my mind game. I'm borrowing them all. I'll give ‘em 
back...maybe...:)

Author Note: This little smut epic was inspired after DD's 2/26 Leno appearance. The man 
rocked. Literally. WOW! I'm still smiling. Hope you all enjoy!

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Scully sipped her Margarita and wondered for the 2000 time why she'd agreed to this ‘girls 
night out.'  Not that she really knew any of the women, they were acquaintances from work, 
who'd asked her to go. She seemed to be getting more of these invitations since she and 
Mulder had been taken off the X-Files.  Probably because she was in a noticeable office, 
surrounded by people, who would, seeing her each day, think to invite her.

It still didn't answer why she'd come.  She usually hated this kind of thing, unless she 
was with someone she really knew and trusted.  Someone she could enjoy a few drinks, maybe 
some dancing, and a relaxing evening with.  Someone who would understand her need for not 
talking all the time, someone who would know how she was feeling, without even speaking.  
Someone who wasn't simply on the lookout for a significant other.  Or a one night stand for 
that matter.  Someone she trusted...someone she loved...

Someone like Mulder.

She sighed, sipping her drink slowly, looking around at the crowded club.  She wouldn't let 
her mind wander there tonight.It wasn't safe to be thinking of Mulder as anything more than 
her partner and friend.  At least not while drinking, and in a rather suggestive nightclub.  
She glanced at the various dancers, entwined with each other on the floor, most looking like 
they were a step away from ripping off their clothes and going at it right on the floor.  
She felt her cheeks heat up as the image changed to one of her and Mulder, locked into the 
same position, the desire coursing through them both, the passion nearly uncontrollable...

"Dana? You with us?  There's a great band about to start...the one we've been telling you 
about...we're gonna head up a bit closer to the stage...you wanna come with us?"

The woman's voice, Karen she thought her name was, startled her.

"What...oh, no, I think I'll just stay right here, nurse my drink and fantasize about 
finding someone to actually dance with me like that..." she said with a smile, seeing the 
other's in their group laugh.

"Okay...but come join us if you feel like it..." Karen said, and with that, pushed off 
through the crowd, which was quieting a bit as a man came up to the microphone on stage.

"Okay everyone..." the announcer began as a hush fell over the crowd, "here's the band 
you've been waiting for...our own local legends...with a special guest added in tonight 
for his "rhythmic skills"... the Fully Clothed Men!" 

The club erupted into loud cheers and screams as several men, all dressed in black, moved 
onto the stage. She was laughing quietly at the band's name.  Funny, seemed she'd heard of 
another bad, not too long ago, with a somewhat ‘opposite' name. She wasn't going to worry 
about it now.  She smiled and ordered another Margarita from the barmaid who passed her by 
at that moment.  What the hell?  She figured she'd need several drinks to listen to a local 
‘punk band.'  Which was what they all looked like.  Not that she had a clear picture or 
anything.  It was too dark. 

She wondered if there was anyway she could sneak out.  With a sigh, she turned back to the 
stage, knowing she had to sit through at least one number before she could gracefully leave.  
After all, the women had talked non stop about this band for days.

The lights suddenly dimmed, and a pulsing rhythm began.  Scully automatically found her toe 
tapping along with the beat, the music not as bad as she thought.  She wished they'd turn 
up the lights, she'd like to see what the band looked like.  They weren't half bad.  At 
least their music wasn't.

Suddenly, as if by magic, her wish was granted. 

The lights came up full, and the lead singer began to belt out the lyrics.  Scully found 
her gaze moving from one band member to another, none of whom were extremely appealing.  
But, they sounded decent...so she figured that had to count for something.

Her eyes slowly moved from one side of the stage to the other.  She had trouble making
out the man standing on the end, a microphone in front of him, his hands moving in time to 
the beat.  She suddenly realized he was shaking something, adding to the rhythm of the 
beat.  She wondered what it was, it was so small and dark, she couldn't see it.  She 
couldn't quite make out the performer's face either.  If only he'd turn into the light, 
just a little more.  There was something about him that reminded her of someone...but she 
couldn't think who.  If only he'd turn to face the audience more...

She laughed as again, her wish seemed to be granted.  The man in question suddenly let 
loose, getting into the beat, moving around the stage, leaning into each microphone to 
sing parts of the chorus, all the while shaking whatever was in his hand.  Suddenly, 
during one of his moods, the musician turned to face the audience straight on, belting 
out a chorus, eyes closed as he obviously enjoyed the music they were making.

And her heart stopped.  She'd know that face anywhere.

Mulder was singing and shaking and dancing along with this band like he'd been doing this 
for years.  

Mulder.  Her Mulder.  The man who believed in aliens and flying saucers.  The man who 
didn't know how to lighten up enough to have fun. The man who couldn't seem to take 
anything other than serious.

And he was up on stage, singing his heart out.  And playing whatever it was he was playing. 

She knew her mouth was hanging open, drink in her hand forgotten.  Her mind was on 
overload, nearly short circuiting as Mulder moved around the stage again.

God he looked hot!  Blue jeans, denim blue shirt...hair slightly falling into his 
face...everything moving in time to the beat...a sexy, fast paced rhythm.

She gulped the Margarita down in a hurry, signaling for another one. She needed something 
to calm her raging hormones and cool her down.

But nothing seemed to be working.  She continued to stare at Mulder in shock, responding 
on every level of her being to his presence.  She marveled that he'd never shown her this 
side of his life, never even hinted at it.  She felt a slight hurt that he hadn't told 
her about this part of his life.  But at the same time, she understood. It looked like a 
release for him...and he needed it, if not more so than anyone she'd ever known.

But God!  It made her wet to watch him move.  It stirred a bit of jealousy too as she 
watched him play to a screaming female in the front of the crowd.  She felt an 
unreasonable spurt of anger as she watched him lean over press a quick, light kiss on the 
woman's mouth, not lingering...but still...

He'd never kissed her like that.

She found her hands clenched around her glass in a death grip.  Telling herself to get a 
grip, she unclenched them slowly, willing her body to relax, willing her emotions to calm 
down.  She didn't need this, not right now.

Or then again, maybe she did.

He obviously had no clue she was here.  She was hidden far enough back.  And there were 
hundreds of screaming fans in between them. He'd never know if she watched him, let her 
mind go, imagining the possibilities...

She felt her eyes glaze over as she let her body lead.  Her breasts were suddenly full 
and aching, the tips hard and straining against the sweater she had on.  Each move Mulder 
made across the stage, each hip swivel...and she felt herself tighten even more.  She 
didn't realize she had lightly swept her hand across the front of her chest, brushing 
across the suddenly sensitized tips of her nipples.  She stifled a moan at the sensation 
that slight touch brought to the aching flesh.  She could feel herself getting hotter as 
she continued to watch him move, imagining his lips on hers...his mouth everywhere on her 
body.  Sucking the tips of her breasts into his mouth, tugging then biting playfully
as she held him close to her.  The sighs she emitted as he moved that sinful mouth between 
her breasts, paying equal attention to each one.

She gasped softly as she imagined that mouth sliding down her stomach, planting kisses as 
he went, making her shiver and moan with each touch.  And then, finally, he'd bury himself 
between her thighs.  She felt another low moan rise in her throat as she felt his tongue 
stroking her clit in short, hard strokes, imagined him slipping two fingers into her, 
thrusting hard, letting her ride his hand, desperate for release.

Scully came back to herself suddenly.  What was she doing?  Her breathing had rapidly 
increased, and she realized sometime during her fantasies, her own hand had disappeared 
under the table and under her skirt, and was stroking herself through her panties.  God, 
the man turned her to a quivering mass of desire, just from strutting around on stage! Not 
that he didn't in their everyday work...but this...Oh God...this...

Oh God...she felt the music build up to a climax, and before she realized she'd done it, 
felt her own fingers slip under her panties and begin stroking her clit frantically.  She 
barely gave a thought to who might see her, it was dark and the table cloth was long.  
Besides, it felt so wonderful, letting her mind imagine her and Mulder this way...she 
couldn't stop it, even if she tried.  She stroked herself in rhythm to the beat Mulder 
seemed to be keeping with whatever was in his hand.  She was muffling the groans she made 
as her pace increased and she built toward orgasm.  She bit her lip to keep from crying out 
as she thrust her fingers deep inside her body, frantically stroking and thrusting as she 
kept her gaze focused on Mulder.  She'd lost all consciousness of where she was, who she 
was.  All she could do was feel. Feel Mulder between her legs, feel Mulder bringing her to 
climax...feel Mulder...everywhere...

Oh God!  She was so close, so close...it just needed something a bit more...something....

Mulder's gaze suddenly locked with hers.

She cried out as with one last thrust, she flew over the edge, a catalyst from simply that 
look.  She vaguely hoped the loud music had drowned out the sound as she felt her body fly 
through the air, world hazy around her, the most intense waves of sensation coursing through 
her.

And Mulder's eyes never left hers, even as her own fluttered shut, lost in the ecstasy of 
the moment.

She finally came back to herself, bringing her body slowly back under control.  Her eyes 
opened again, and her heart leapt as she saw Mulder's gaze steadily burning into hers.  
Almost without realizing it, she moaned, dropping her gaze, then regretfully slipping her 
hand out from between her legs and reaching for her napkin to wipe her juices off her hand.  
She suddenly realized what that might look like to Mulder, and she felt a blush creep over 
her face, along with a forbidden thrill of excitement.  He couldn't have seen it from that 
far away...could he?

She mustered her courage again and looked straight at him.  Maybe he hadn't noticed...

She felt her own traitorous heart leap again as she met his gaze.  And she caught her breath 
at the desire and want that shown in that look.  He'd seen what she'd done.  He knew he'd 
brought her to that state.  He knew, and he obviously felt the same. There was no mistaking 
the desire raging in that gaze.

Oh God, what had she done?  He knew...and she'd...Oh God.

She wrestled with herself, wondering if she should just cut out and leave, hope he wouldn't 
bring it up again.  Her hand reached for her purse, intending to grab it and get out of 
there.  This was too embarrassing...what must he be thinking of her.  She had to leave.  
Now. 

But in her heart, she knew she wasn't going to leave.  Didn't want to leave.  Knew he 
would bring it up.  And there was no time like the present. 

She sighed, letting her purse drop and ordering another Margarita, reveling in the pleasant 
tingle that still pulsed through her system. She looked up again, caught his gaze and 
returned it, letting him see the desire she felt, was feeling.  She watched his eyes 
darken...and felt her body respond almost immediately.  She was tired of holding back. 
Tired of waiting.  She'd seen a side of Mulder she'd never seen before.  And she wanted to 
see it again.  All of it.  Preferably naked, in bed, with her.  Or even against a wall.  
Hell, maybe she'd settle for right here, in this club.  She felt a moan escape at the 
images that evoked, gaze locking with his, communicating her desires, even as he leaned into 
the microphone to finish off the song.

Scully sighed and settled back with her drink, letting a small smile creep across her face.  
This was turning into a very interesting night.  And it could only get better.  They were 
both going to find out a lot about the other tonight.

Now, if only she could figure out what Mulder was shaking... 

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End of part one

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Scully had lost track of how many Margarita's she'd consumed in the past few hours.  All 
she knew was that she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her life.  And it was 
all from watching Mulder ‘shake' whatever it was he was shaking on stage.  She had given 
up all pretense of friendliness in the past hour, snapping at anyone that came near her, 
anyone detracting her from watching Mulder.  Ever since he'd met her gaze, and returned 
all the desire she was feeling, sending her body spinning off the edge, she hadn't been 
able to take her eyes off him.  And Mulder knew it.  In fact, he was actually playing up 
to that fact.  She didn't know how she knew, she just did.  He was gyrating to the beat, 
closing his eyes, shaking his, whatever it was, and just in general, sending off 
incredibly sexy vibes, aimed straight at her.  Of that she had no doubt.  It was making 
her body an inferno.

But she still hadn't moved from her spot.  She'd admitted she wanted more than just 
friendship from her partner of six years.  There was no denying it, or going back now.  
But still, she couldn't quite get up the courage to move closer to the stage.  Some 
little vestige of fear still remained, even though she knew it was stupid, faced with the
desire so obvious now between them both.  For God's sake, the man had seen her getting off 
on his performance!  Literally.  She felt a shudder rack her body as she remembered the 
feel of going under, locked in his gaze, knowing he was watching her climax and loving 
every minute of it.  She closed her eyes a moment, willing her body back to some form of 
order, not even noticing when the waitress placed another Margarita in front of her, 
departing quickly.  Scully smiled as she grabbed the drink, and turned her attention back 
to the stage.

And immediately felt a spark of annoyance flare as she watched yet another woman reach 
out to try and grab Mulder, screaming and yelling in his face.  She watched as Mulder 
smiled and leaned over to brush a kiss across the woman's cheek, pulling back quickly, as 
if giving it no other thought.  She knew he wasn't, he was just playing up a part...but 
still... She couldn't sit here and let those, those, groupies make a play for her man.  
She stopped a moment, savoring the taste of those words, "her man."  She liked it.  She 
liked it a lot.  She smiled to herself as she met his gaze again, feeling another shudder 
as he winked at her slyly.

Suddenly, another woman reached out for him, and this time, he only reached to shake her 
hand.  He went to pull back, when, to Scully's surprise, she saw the woman yank him 
forward, setting him off balance a bit, then kissing him full on the mouth.

She saw red.  Not at Mulder, she could tell he'd been ‘pulled' into it...but red hot anger 
at the woman.  How dare she? Couldn't she see that Mulder wasn't interested in her?  But 
then again, it didn't look like he was trying to pull away quickly...  It was time for 
action.

Taking a deep breath, only able to see the woman pulling at Mulder, she rose from the 
table, grabbing onto it as a wave of dizziness hit her.  She'd really had too much to drink.  
But she didn't care.  Right now, her main priority was to get Mulder back on HIS main 
priority. Namely her.  Screw rational thought.

Scully managed to weave her way through the crowd, noticing that Mulder had finally managed 
to reclaim his lips and was back to singing.  She could tell the moment he realized she 
wasn't at the table, by the way his eyes started darting around the room frantically.  He 
didn't stop singing, or shaking, (what WAS that thing in his hand?) but for one who knew 
him so well, she knew he was panicking.  She smiled to herself. She would put an end to that 
in just a few moments.

She finally managed to make it through the crowd, and to the front of the stage.  After she 
stomped or pushed most of the way there.  She was undeterred.  Her goal was right in front 
of her.  She set about claiming it.  Feeling no remorse, she pushed her way through the 
gaggle of women grouped in front of Mulder, ignoring the curses and shoves she was getting.  
She simply pushed back harder.  She knew how to do that, it came as second nature in their 
line of work.  Ignoring everything but the man in front of her, she managed to reach the 
front of the stage, feeling the surging bodies behind her push her against the hard wood.  
She lost her breath for a moment at the impact, then caught it, looking up, and willing his 
gaze to move down to hers.  She lost her breath again as their unspoken communication 
jumped into action, and his eyes lasered down to lock with hers.

God!  It was even hotter up here.  Added to the fact his jeans clad hips were shaking nearly 
right in front of her.  She felt every nerve in her body go on red alert, as she let her 
mind roam free, noticing the bulge that was growing in the front of those jeans as her gaze 
remained fixed on them.  Feeling fiery heat course through her body, she licked her lips, 
fingers clenching around the edge of the stage, trying to maintain some semblance of control.  
A plan doomed to failure as she saw Mulder move directly for her. 

She gave it up then, letting her body, and her heart lead.  She was feeling too reckless, 
too turned on to stop now.  The fear was gone. Replaced by desire, and the surety that he 
felt as much love for her as she did for him.  Passion was the emotion at the moment, but she 
could see, looking into his eyes, that love motivated them both.  Her heart was freed in 
that moment, as were her inhibitions.

A wicked look came over her face as he drew nearer, and she threw caution to the winds, 
stretching out her hands to him, like she'd seen all the other females tonight do.  She knew 
the moment it all registered in his eyes, turning them into black pools as he came closer.  
If she'd had any piece of mind left, she'd have looked at what was in his hand, what he was 
shaking, she'd been so curious earlier. But, there was nothing in her mind but Mulder now.  
Moving closer, his toned, lean body coming towards hers as the band's rhythm turned 
seductive.  She gave him her sexiest smile as he reached her, and her body leapt as she saw 
the desire flaming in his look.  She held out her hands again, expecting him to lean down 
to meet her, like he had the others, when he surprised the hell out of her, yet again this 
night.

She felt an electric shock go through her body as his hands grasped hers, it took her breath 
away so strong was the sexual current.  Then, with one tug, he pulled her up onto the stage.  
It was quite a feat, she thought, as her feet left the ground, following where her heart had 
been all night.  She caught her breath as she finally came to rest on the stage, then lost 
it again as he pulled her hard against him and crushed his mouth to hers.

Stars exploded before her eyes as she kissed him back.  His mouth was hot on hers, demanding 
and erotic, kissing her as if he'd done it for years.  It wasn't a first, tentative kiss.  
It wasn't even a strong second one.  It was a 
‘I'm-gonna-throw-you-on-the-floor-and-make-you-scream-for-mercy" kiss, exchanged between 
two people who had been lovers a long time.  She groaned as she felt his tongue probing for 
entrance and she gladly gave it.  She moaned again as his tongue swept through her mouth, 
dueling with her own now, claiming her mouth as his.  Not that it had ever been anyone 
else's, but it was now marked with his "Mulder stamp" of possession.  The feelings coursing 
through her were incredible.  She'd never known a kiss could incite her this much.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even tighter against her.  She pressed her 
body closer to his, till she couldn't tell where he began and she ended.  She could feel 
the hard tips of her breasts pressing against his chest, and she unconsciously rubbed 
herself against him, loving the moan she felt vibrate from his throat to hers at the motion.  
She kissed him as if she was starved for him, kissed him as she'd dreamed of for the past 
six years.  She felt another moan grow in the back of her throat as his teeth scraped her 
lower lip, mouths turning nearly feral in the need to absorb and inhale each other through 
this kiss.  She cried out into his mouth as she felt his leg slip between hers, and she 
immediately got lost in the sensation, finding her hips pressing against him frantically.  
She heard his own moan, muffled by her lips now as he moved her against his thigh, moving 
in time to the music, creating an even more heavenly form of music throughout her body.

She was going to lose it.  Literally.  Right here and now.  She'd already lost control once 
tonight, simply from his look.  Now, feeling his body pressed against hers, his mouth locked
 on hers, she knew she was close to losing it again.  She knew he had to feel the wetness 
between her thighs, her own body responding to the rock hard bulge of him, pressing against 
her thigh now.  She was losing it.  Obviously, so was Mulder as he pulled her hips harder 
against his, managing to slide a hand over her ass, bringing her even harder against him, 
growling at the tremors she knew he must be able to feel wracking her body.  Her hips were 
moving uncontrollably now, riding his leg for dear life, using his thigh as leverage, lost 
in everything but how good it felt to be arching against him, feeling his erection strong 
against her as well. 

Oh God!  She was so close again.  She just needed a little bit more...a little bit more...

Suddenly, she felt Mulder thrust his thigh upwards, as he bent her body backwards in a dip, 
along with the music, mouth never leaving hers.

And that was all it took.  That thrust hit paydirt as she felt her body contract, then 
explode, her thighs clenching tightly around his leg. She felt the tremors rocking her body 
as Mulder continued to absorb her moans into his mouth, never breaking their kiss.

Her climax seemed to go on forever.  The tremors wouldn't stop.  And she was loath to make 
them.  Finally, after a few moments, she felt her body begin to come back to earth, feeling 
Mulder pull her up against him again.

Finally, he pulled away, gasping  for breath as well, then pulled her chin up so their eyes 
locked once again.  The desire in his eyes took her breath away.  It also sent her body 
flying again as she read the enjoyment and the arousal her actions had caused in him. She
could feel the result, still pressed tightly against her.  She wondered what he was thinking.

Then he smiled the devastating "Fox Mulder" smile.  The one with teeth.
Something one saw very rarely.  It made her heart rate triple as she clung to him, too weak
to do more than that, trying to get her breath back and her rampant hormones under control.

She suddenly became aware of their surroundings, noticing the band was still playing, though 
she was getting some knowing smiles from the drummer and lead guitarist.  She felt a blush 
creep over her as she turned to see the packed house cheering and cat calling, the women in 
front of her looking murderously back at her.  And the faces of the women from the bureau, 
staring in rapt fascination along with the rest.

Oh God!  What had she done?  She knew the embarrassment was back in her eyes as she managed 
to meet Mulder's gaze again, still not letting go of the tight hold she had on him.  It 
felt too good, even though it could be disastrous if someone else saw them.  Suddenly, she 
felt the fear subside as Mulder leaned in to brush a light kiss over her lips. Her body 
again jumped at the sensations this sent through her system.

"Don't worry Scully...just feel...everything else will come from there..." he whispered as 
he moved her back towards the front of the stage.  She was reluctant to let go of him, not 
wanting to ever leave his arms.  A dangerous thought, but one she couldn't suppress any more.

"Don't leave...I'll come find you as soon as this set's done...just sit
somewhere...secluded...where people won't be able to disturb us...I've got some catching
up to do..." he whispered seductively in her ear before he gently lifted her off the stage, 
into his arms, and with one final kiss, gently set her back on the crowded floor. 

Scully's mind was ringing, her body pulsing, everything in her aching for him to make good 
on those words.  Mind nearly blown at the thought of just how he could make good on them in 
some secluded part of this ‘anything goes' club.  She was shaking with desire as her feet 
touched the ground.  She clung to Mulder's hand for a moment, reluctant to let go, almost 
afraid it was all a dream, and that she'd wake up soon. But she felt the desire, and the 
hope as he kissed her hand before winking at her as he returned to his microphone.

She sighed shakily as she tried to collect herself, feeling the crush of bodies around her.  
Everything in her ached for Mulder. Even after two explosive climaxes this evening...she was 
already aching for more. She didn't know if she could make it through the rest of this set.  
Not after that experience. She'd never done anything like that in her life. Never.  How 
mortifying.  But how amazing.  Surprisingly, she felt no regrets.  None whatsoever.  She 
wondered for a moment if it was really her inside her body. This was so un-Scullylike.  
Then she smiled as she remembered feeling Mulder against her as she came.  God she wanted 
that man! Loved him beyond reason.  So much that she really didn't care who saw them.  Well, 
she'd certainly proved to those other women that Mulder was unavailable.  She smiled to 
herself at the thought.

With that thought in mind, she started pushing her way back through the crowd, looking for
any deserted booth in some corner, feeling Mulder's eyes following her as she went.  She 
ignored the catcalls and slaps on the back she was receiving from the crowd who'd witnessed 
that kiss, mind focused only on finding a secluded place where Mulder could "catch up" to 
her.

Finally, she spotted a corner booth, just out of the main traffic pattern, but with a clear 
view of the stage.  Perfect.  She slid into the seat, motioning for the waitress and ordering 
another Margarita, and after a moment, a screwdriver along with it.  She knew Mulder would be 
needing something soothing for his throat after all that singing. And the screwdriver was 
just the start.

With a truly wicked grin, she settled back to watch the end of the set, noticing Mulder's 
eyes, when not closed, always unerringly seemed to be focused on her.  Oh, the plans she was 
making in her head as she waited for the music to end! 

As the song came to a close, she felt herself reach a fever pitch of excitement. Everything 
in her was aching, her panties were soaked with the evidence of her excitement.  She could 
feel her body humming, feel herself getting more and more aroused, breasts aching and taunt, 
mouth swollen and ready for another mind blowing kiss, as she watched the band acknowledge 
the applause then turn to leave the stage.

Nearly frantic now, she locked her gaze with Mulder's watching him step off the stage, 
ignoring everyone clamoring around him, heading straight for her, his gaze never wavering.  
On his way, some distant part of her noticed he'd slipped whatever it was he was ‘shaking' 
into his pocket. She made a foggy mental note to ask him what it was when he got there. But 
that was quickly forgotten as he suddenly appeared in front of her, tall and sexy, eyes 
burning with desire, gaze locked to hers.

She took a deep breath and held out her hand.

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End of part two 


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Scully felt the breath catch in her throat as Mulder reached for her hand.  She couldn't
hold back a gasp as that same electric shock seemed to go through her body at the contact.
From Mulder's indrawn breath, she guessed it was the same for him. She took a deep breath
and pulled him into the booth next to her. He came without resistance, desire flaming in
his eyes.

"I...um...I ordered you a screwdriver..." she began nervously, not quite sure how to proceed
from here. Every bone in her body was screaming for him to simply kiss her again, but she
couldn't quite figure out how to say that. Kind of funny, especially since they'd done a
hell of a lot more in front of hundreds of people a short while ago.

"You do know what I like..don't you?" he said in a deep voice, accompanied by a feral smile.
Again with teeth. Scully knew her heart stopped as she read the passion in that gaze.
Suddenly, things seemed a bit clearer.

"You better believe I do G-Man...I figured you'd need something...soothing...on your throat
after all that singing..." she said, hearing the suggestive note that now colored her voice.
Her body was heating up again, mighty quickly. She'd been on a slow burn since their little
escapade on stage a short while ago. 

"It's a good start..." he said in a whisper, never breaking their gaze as he lifted the
drink to his lips. Scully bit her bottom lip as she watched him take a long swallow of the
liquor, gulping as she watched his adam's apple move as he swallowed, his gaze still never
leaving hers. She felt everything in her body liquefy as he set the glass back down on the
table and turned towards her, his arm going around her shoulders, pulling her against his
side. She was having trouble breathing as the scent of him hit her nostrils. Heat, smoke,
sex, and Mulder...all wrapped up together to create a powerful aphrodisiac. She knew her
reason was gone by this point, all she cared about was Mulder. And how he intended to
"catch up" to her. She shivered at the thought.

"So Agent Scully...my singing...turns you on...does it?" he managed, one hand now stroking
her arm, the other wrapped around his glass. How she wanted that free hand somewhere 
else...

"You could say that...you never told me you could sing, or that you were in a band...and by
the way," she began, her mind unclouding a tiny bit as she remembered the question that had
started all this, "what is that you're ‘shaking' up there? I've been trying to figure it out
all night..." she managed, the last half of the phrase cut off as he lowered his head, his
lips brushing over her collarbone, planting kisses along it. God, this felt wonderful!

"What was I shaking....besides my irresistible body, you mean?" He managed to reply, never
lifting his lips from their delightful task. Scully simply closed her eyes and lay her head
against his, letting the magic of his lips on her sensitive skin wash over her. At his
words, she smiled slightly.

"Who says it's irresistible? I mean, it's definitely appealing...but irresistible..." she
teased, nearly moaning as his lips left her neck and his face came up to meet hers. He was
now wearing a fake pout, one she knew he put on to get sympathy. Right now, she realized it
turned her on more than anything. 

"Oh now Scully...I saw how you...'reacted' to my performance up there...I saw you from a
distance...and then, I felt you...every tremor, every sigh, every moan, every
convulsion...against me, on stage, in front of God knows how many people, not to mention
the women you headed here with tonight."  He managed, moving his lips to her forehead,
brushing more light kisses across it.  She was getting impatient, she needed more. His words
turned her on even more.  She refused to think about what the women she'd come with would
think. Hell, half the bureau thought they were sleeping together anyhow, why not?  Besides,
if she played her cards right, they'd be sleeping together by the end of the night.  It was
a vision that made her shiver, increasing the arousal now flowing through her body.  She'd
worry about the consequences later, it felt to good to stop now.

"Yes, I most certainly was ‘turned on' by your performance...I don't think I've ever gotten
as ... how to put this politely..."hot"... as quickly as I was by your stage presence. You
could see, it was rather...hard to control myself...both on stage and off..." she managed
to husk back as his lips moved to her cheeks, still avoiding her lips.  She was getting
impatient now.  She wanted him.  She knew he'd have to go back on stage soon, and by God,
she was going to get some satisfaction out of this little interlude if it took all night!

She decided it was time to take matters into her own hands, literally.  She reached for his
face, pulling it away from her cheeks, and bringing it to her mouth, immediately thrusting
her tongue against his lips, demanding entrance, holding him tightly to her.  After a
moment, she felt him open his mouth in response.  Her body rejoiced as his other arm came 
around her, pulling her body tightly against his.  His mouth devoured hers, exactly like it
had earlier on stage. Scully felt the desire come screaming back tenfold, every nerve so
sensitized by Mulder.  She moaned deep in her throat as their tongues dueled back and forth.
His hands were now buried in her hair, holding her as close to him as he could.  She could
feel his cock, hard and ready, pushing against her thigh. It only served to increase her
desire.

Scully managed to pull away a bit, closing her eyes as his mouth again swooped to her neck,
his arms holding her tight.

"Mulder..." she managed on a groan, unconsciously holding his head against her neck.  She
really didn't care where they were.  The booth was secluded enough, and the lights were
almost non existent as couples everywhere engaged in the same thing.  She had to admit, the
excitement of being in a public place was just as much a turn on as the man in her arms.
Prim, proper, always by the book Agent Scully was having the time of her life.  She didn't
care what people would say. She knew most of the women she'd come with were wasted enough by
the time she'd jumped Mulder on stage, and figured they'd probably not remember.  Even if
they did, she had a feeling they wouldn't be too forthcoming, since she'd observed several of
them with their own, ‘evening entertainment.'  Still, she had to admit, the thrill of the
danger turned her on.  But not nearly as much as what Mulder was now doing to her neck.

She felt him gently biting along her collarbone, soothing the slight ache with his warm
tongue. Whatever it was he was doing, it was having the desired effect.  She was burning up.
But she wanted more.  She'd had a taste of him on stage earlier, she wanted that again.

Again, she decided it was her turn to move this along.  Mulder seemed to be content to make
this last, and while she wouldn't object in other circumstances, she knew he was on a
deadline.  She was going to help him meet it, and go back on stage even more relaxed than
before.  She felt a wicked grin break over her face as she managed to move one hand down his
body, stroking his back as she went, feeling him press closer and moan softly against her
throat. 

Time for action. 

With a quick move, she suddenly slipped her hand around to the front of his body, and cupped
him through his jeans, squeezing gently.  She got her desired reaction.

Mulder's head flew up from her neck, his breath indrawn on a hiss as she moved her hand
against him.  There was an almost feral expression back in those eyes and she felt her body
liquefying even more.

"Someone wants to play dangerously tonight...don't they?..." he whispered, seeing the wicked
smile she knew was in her eyes.

"How soon you forget Mulder...I was playing quite dangerously earlier this evening..." she
managed to get out before his mouth swooped back to cover hers, stealing her words and
breath. 

She moaned as she felt him grow against her palm as she stroked him.  But it wasn't enough.
With the few operating brain cells she had left, she managed to get her fingers around his
zipper, and with a gentle tug, pulled it down.  Before he could get a breath out, she had
her hand inside his boxers, (the black silk ones she noted with satisfaction) letting out
her own moan as she felt the hardness of him jump into her grasp.

"Scully..." he hissed, closing his eyes as she started stroking him slowly, running her
hand from the base of his cock to the tip.  Short, quick strokes, followed by long slow
ones.  he could tell it was making him crazy by the way his hands were clenched in her
hair, almost painfully, his eyes closed, head leaning against her neck, simply feeling.
She smiled to herself, feeling her own body nearing the edge, simply from this simple
action of stroking him.  But, she wanted more. And she knew just how to get it.  She
opened her eyes just enough to notice the club was nearly pitch black, no one was paying
any attention to them.  All the better.  With a slight move, she lifted his head gently
from it's resting place on her neck, seeing his eyes open in confusion.  She simply smiled
at him as she let her body slide off the bench, slowly disappearing underneath the table,
never breaking their gaze.  She saw comprehension dawn just before her head disappeared
under the table cloth.  Before he could react, she had him in her mouth.

She could hear his groan as she began to pull on his cock gently.  She couldn't believe
what she was doing, or where for that matter, but nothing was going to stop her now.  She
closed her eyes at the wonderful feeling of his hard length against the tender inside of
her mouth.  He tasted good, salty and hot...and uniquely Mulder.  She didn't know how she
knew that, but she did.  She wasn't going to question it.  Not now.  She smiled against
him as she felt his hips begin to thrust against her mouth.  She noticed one hand was
clenched around the edge of the bench, the other must be on his glass.  She hoped he
didn't break it.  But a part of her smiled at the thought.  She could bring him to that.
She had no doubt.  But, back to the matters at hand.

She quickened her movements, taking him as deep as possible, cheeks hollowing with the
effort.  She felt his hips frantically moving with her, and took deep breaths through her
nose to keep the momentum going.  God, she was feeling reckless...so daring...so
un-Scullylike.  And she loved it. Her body did too.  She was rubbing her hips together in
time with her sucking motions, feeling her own orgasm threatening.  She couldn't believe
she was going to lose it, simply from this, but who was she to question? She felt his body
tense, knew he was on the edge...and then gave him one last hard pull.

Mulder lost it.  To his credit, the only sound he made was one long, low groan of her name.
Scully swallowed as much as she could, finally pulling back to let the excess spill over.
Her own body was ready to fly, but she managed to hold back, not wanting this to be over
so soon. It was a moment to savor.  She felt his body still quaking, as he managed to come
down from the high she'd taken him too.  Placing a quick kiss against him, she managed to
clean him up, replacing him in his pants and zipping them up.  With some difficulty, she
slid herself back up into the booth, wincing at the muscles protesting to that move.  As
she came into his eye sight again, she smiled.  His head was thrown back against the booth,
his eyes closed.  One hand still clutched the bench, the other was nearly white, wrapped
around his glass.  She smiled to herself as she snuggled back up against his side, loving
the feeling of a relaxed Mulder against her.  Her own body was screaming for release, but
she could wait.  She'd already had several "releases" this evening, she could wait a bit
longer.

She watched as his eyes slowly opened a look of wonder and desire mixed in them.

"Agent Scully...I never knew..." he managed in a hoarse voice, smiling down at her.  She
smiled back, feeling her body respond to his tone of voice.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Agent Mulder..." she said in a whisper.

"But you better believe I'm gonna find out..." he whispered back, his arms coming around
her again, a new determination in his gaze.  She felt herself shudder, automatically
pressing herself against him.  She needed to feel him now.  And, with a smile, she could
feel his cock hardening again.  She was pretty good if she did say so herself.  She knew
her satisfied smile was obvious.  Mulder's own chuckle reflected that.

"So how do I compare with that...you set a hard to follow precedent..." he managed, his
own hands sliding up and down her back in a soothing motion, his lips burrowed against
the top of her head.

"I'm sure you'll think of something Mulder...you always do..." she managed, loving the
feeling of being so close to him.  She found her lips on the level of his neck, so she
began planting small kisses there, loving the way his skin felt, hot and smooth under her
lips.

"I think it's time the tables were turned ... literally," he managed, pulling her gently
away from his neck.  She felt her body leap in response to the desire in his eyes.

"Don't you have to get back on stage?" she managed, hoping like hell he didn't.  He
smiled at her and her heart started racing.

"Soon...but not quite yet...I've still got some catching up to do..." he managed, earning
a gasp from her as his hand suddenly mimicked her earlier motion and reached down to cup
her between her legs.  She cried out against his neck, the feeling of his hand almost
beyond bearing.  Before she could utter another sound, she felt his hands slip under her
waistband and into her panties.  She buried her face in his neck as she felt his long
fingers slide over her clit, brushing it gently, but not stopping.  She shivered as she
heard his whispered words against her ear.

"My, my Scully...you're quite anxious to have the favor returned, aren't you?" he
whispered, earning another moan as he thrust one finger deep into her willing body.  She
felt her muscles clamp down around  him, hips arching to meet his hand.  She moaned again
as each move pushed the heel of his hand against her clit, creating a starburst of feeling.
She wrapped both arms around his waist and buried her head deeper in his neck, hoping that
would mask the moans she couldn't control anymore.  Her hips were moving of their own
violation, frantically begging him to bring her over.  She almost cried out when she felt
his free hand pulling her gently from his neck.  She didn't want him to stop! Not now...not
ever.  She managed to open her eyes, feeling them widen at the evil grin she saw on her
partner's face.  Before she could say anything, he had slid down the booth and under the
table, where she'd only so recently been. 

She closed her eyes, body on overload now, imagining exactly what he had in store for her.
And still, his fingers never stopped moving. She managed to turn in her seat, her own hand
reaching out to grasp her drink, she needed to look normal, like she was just drinking in
a bar.  She bit her lip to stifle the moan she made as she suddenly felt his fingers
withdrawn, the absence of his touch making her nearly weep. 

Then making her body nearly jump out of the seat as she felt his mouth cover her.  She
groaned as his tongue began stroking her, his hands resting lightly on the outsides of her
hips, pulling her gently against his mouth.  The sensations were incredible!  His warm
tongue lapping at her like she was a sweet nectar he couldn't get enough of.  Suddenly, she
felt his fingers thrust deep inside her again, as his tongue began darting at her clit.
She moaned now, hoping it was soft enough that no one could hear.  She couldn't believe they
were here, doing this...right now...

All rational thought left her as she felt Mulder pull on her clit gently, while thrusting
two of his fingers into her, hitting that exact right spot...

And she was gone.  Lost, soaring to the heavens, amazed at the power of her release.  She
could feel her muscles milking his fingers, his tongue never moving, simply lapping at her
as she flew, then began to come down.  Her own eyes fluttered closed as she rested her head
against the back of the booth.

That was incredible!  She'd never done anything, felt anything like this in her life. Not
that she hadn't fantasized about it, but to actually do it.  She barely felt Mulder
returning to his position beside her.  She went limply into his embrace as he pulled her
close, letting her head rest against his chest, his lips kissing her hair lightly.  She had
never felt more content in her life.  Never felt more loved.  And as his hands started
stroking her back again, meant to soothe, she realized she'd never wanted someone more than
Mulder.  Her body stirred again as she imagined how it would feel to finally have him deep
inside her, becoming a part of her...

She shivered delicately, feeling him wrap her even tighter in his embrace.

"You okay Scully?..." he asked in a soft voice, pulling her head up to meet his eyes.  Eyes
filled with a knowing look, and love.  And a resting desire, one that she knew wouldn't
take much to release again.

"Better than I've been in a long time ... that was amazing..." she said, almost shyly, eyes
dropping from his.  She felt him smile, pulling her against him.

"That it was...that it was...but Scully..." he said, pulling her eyes to his again, desire
for her now shining through, "That was nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you tonight,
when I get you home...you haven't seen anything yet." 

She knew her eyes had gone unfocused at the words, her body suddenly ready for another round.
Amazing, he could do that to her with just words.  She shivered again at the pictures those
words painted. She felt him hug her tightly, then pull her lips to his for another deep,
soulful kiss.  When he pulled away, she was still seeing stars. He smiled at her as he
reluctantly pulled away from her.

"I've gotta go perform again...don't move...I'll come find you after the show's done...then
we'll see what I can do to make you scream," he whispered against her ear, as with one
final, quick kiss, he was gone, making his way through the crowd again, heading for the
stage where the rest of the band was starting to regroup.

Scully simply stared after him, a stupid smile on her face. She finally mustered up the
strength to move, leaning back into the corner of their booth, drawing her legs up
underneath her. She sipped her drink again as she let her mind go, imagining the
possibilities...

She smiled as the music began again, and Mulder got back into it.  He did, if it was
possible, look even more relaxed than he had earlier.  She smiled to herself, knowing it
had been her who'd done that.  Knowing she'd do even more later on.

Those thoughts filled her head as she closed her eyes and let Mulder's music float over
her, mind already planning what she had in store for him after the show.

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End of part three


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Scully was feeling quite lightheaded by the time the "Fully Clothed Men"
segued into their final number. She had no clue how much she'd had to drink,
her mind fuzzy on that issue. Fuzzy from the alcohol, fuzzy from the three
orgasm's she'd managed to have in a period of three hours. She felt light
headed just thinking of Mulder's mouth...between her thighs...right here at
this very table. She closed her eyes, remembering, feeling her body heat again
as she let the memories sweep over her. She opened them as the club burst into
applause and the band took a bow. She watched Mulder play to the crowd,
motioning to the other members of the band, who were slapping him on the back
and congratulating him. She smiled, thinking he actually looked at home up
there. A strange thought...but then again, this was Fox Mulder, Mr. Spooky
himself. She supposed she could get used to seeing him anywhere. All of them
preferably.

She felt the smile disappear as she noticed several of the women she'd come
with approaching her secluded table. She had a moment of dread, knowing they'd
seen at least one of her and Mulder's very public encounters, wondering what
she'd done. Fears that were resolved as she watched the two women stumble over
each other, obviously drunk out of their minds. She hoped they'd been that way
for a while, but not wanting to take any chances, decided to play it cool.

"Dana...there you are, we've been looking for you everywhere, we thought you'd
left..." Karen said stumbling to a stop beside Scully's table. Scully wondered
if she and Mulder could have gotten so lucky as to not be noticed by their co-
workers. Karen's next words confirmed it.

"We haven't seen you all evening...but did you see the performance that one
band member, the guest one I believe, put on with his girlfriend..at least I
hope she was his girlfriend...it was positively ... well, explicit, not to
mention erotic. She's a lucky woman to have a man like that ..." Karen's voice
trailed off, eyes dreamy, as her companion agreed somewhat incoherently.

"You don't know who that singer is?" Scully asked carefully, not giving
anything away in her voice.

"Nah...but he was hot...I guess if I'd had less to drink, I could have gotten
a better look, but I was too wrapped up in this 21 year old I found...he was
just dreamy..." her voice trailed off as Scully breathed a sigh of relief.
Somehow, Mulder and she had been saved again. Despite their disagreement on
religion, someone, something, was watching over them.

"Well, why don't you guys call a cab, I think I'm gonna have one more drink
before I go..." Scully managed, hoping they'd leave. She saw Mulder making his
way towards her, feeling her heart jump at the desire simmering in his
expression. She couldn't let him come over here, they'd figure it out. She'd
tempted fate once to often this evening, she knew it was waiting to get her
back.

"You sure you don't want to come with us..." Karen asked, already turning for
the door.


"Nah...I'll be fine...have a good night you guys, thanks for inviting me..."
she managed, hoping her urgency didn't show.

"Okay...we'll see you later Dana..." Karen managed as she finally turned and
stumbled towards the door with her friend trailing behind. Scully breathed a
sigh of relief, one that quickly turned to a sharply indrawn breath as she
felt Mulder slide back into the booth beside her. Her heart rate kicked into
overdrive as she automatically felt her body lean into his, his arm coming
around her as he reached over to sip her drink. After a long swallow, he
turned his eyes to her, and smiled. With teeth. Her heart stopped.

"So partner, you ready to get out of here? We've got some unfinished business
to tend to..." he said in a suggestive voice, leaning in to brush a light kiss
across her lips. Scully sighed and reached out to bring his mouth down to hers
again, kissing him deep and long, making sure he knew exactly what she was
ready for. They finally pulled away for breath, and Mulder slid out of the
booth, reaching out his hand to her. She smiled and took it, feeling him pull
her into his arms, holding her close for just a second, before steering her
towards the door. His hand was in it's usual position on her lower back, but
instead of being the calming motion it usually was, this time, it was sending
sparks throughout her body. God she hoped they made it to the car soon! She
didn't think she could trust herself to make it much further before jumping
Mulder right then and there, damn the consequences!

She quickened her pace feeling Mulder's slight laugh as he easily kept up with
her, his taller frame taking one step to each of her two. She had to admit, it
did feel wonderful to leave a bar with Mulder, knowing they were on their way
to a night, that if she had anything to say about it, would be one they'd
never forget. She felt the evil smile come over her face again as she imagined
Mulder, in her bed..or maybe on her couch....then again, she'd always had a
fantasy about her overstuffed chair...or even the wall against the front hall
door...if they made it that far...

She stumbled a bit, the alcohol and arousal dulling her senses, but Mulder was
there to catch her, gently guiding her, watching out for her. She smiled, he
really could be sweet when he wanted to be. She handed over her keys as they
reached her car, the unspoken agreement that he would drive. She climbed into
the car, and settled into the passenger seat. After a moment, watching Mulder
climb in the drivers side and adjust the seat, she decided he was too far
away. She managed to move herself over far enough that she could rest her head
against his shoulder. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it would
have to do. She didn't want to stop touching him.

Mulder seemed to sense this, pulling one arm away from the steering wheel and
wrapping it around her shoulders, pressing a quick kiss against her hair.

"My, my...someone's a little eager aren't they?" he said in a teasing voice as
he maneuvered the car onto the road.

"Yes, they are, what do you intend to do about it..." Scully managed back,
letting her other hand roam freely up and down the arm wrapped around her
shoulders. She smiled as she felt him shiver at the touch. This had definite
potential.

"Just you wait...your place or mine?" He asked, as they neared the exit.

Scully had one quick moment of indecision. Was she doing the right thing? Were
they really ready for this? What would happen in the morning? It was a quick
moment. She smiled as she let herself relax back against him. It would all
work out, it always did. Besides, this moment was overdue. They both wanted
it, no going back.

"Well...you know...I've heard you talk about this mysterious waterbed...I
think I'd like to try it out...if you have no objections..." she said in a low
voice, whispering the words against his ear, thrilling at the jolt that
shuddered through his body.

"None at all...I was hoping you'd say that..." he managed back, this time
letting his hand slip a bit further down her arm, coming to rest lightly
against her breast. She gasped at the warmth of his palm, it seemed to burn
through the thin material of her sweater, branding her as his. She smiled at
the thought, finding she liked the thought of being ‘his.' Not a feeling the
old Scully would think of. But she wasn't gonna knock it. It felt too good.

She felt her body jump again as his hand started stroking her breast lightly,
she could feel the tips hardening against his palm, knowing he could feel
their reaction to his touch. She gasped as she felt his fingers suddenly reach
around to circle her nipple, pulling it gently through her bra and sweater.
The feeling was exquisite! Her breast was aching now, swelling and filling,
molding into his hand. She wondered what his hand would feel like on her bare
breast. She was nearly frantic to find out. 

Without realizing what she was doing, she reached for his hand, slowly
dragging it away from the sweet flesh. She felt his confusion, which quickly
changed to understanding as she guided that skillful hand to the hem of her
sweater, feeling him take over and slip his hand underneath, gliding over her
bare flesh until it cupped a cloth covered breast. She moaned against his
throat as she felt him slip a finger under the lace of her bra, stroking her
nipple lightly, just enough to make her ache for him. For his mouth, pulling
on the sensitive tip, drawing it deep into his mouth...she groaned again at
that thought. She felt Mulder smiling against her head, noticing his breathing
was just a bit faster. She would have to do something about that, but not
right now. She was enjoying his current actions too much!

She settled closer to him, arching herself enough so her breast pushed further
into his hand. She made a small protest as she felt that hand slip away from
her breast, wondering what he was doing. She had her answer in the shock that
coursed through her body as his hand slipped down under her waistband and
immediately buried itself in her wet center. She couldn't hold back the cry
that escaped her lips as she felt him stroke her, hard and quick, not quite
brushing her clit, just grazing it as he slid two fingers deep into her body.
Despite the uncomfortable position, Scully managed to move with him, feeling
her hips straining to meet his every move, wanting nothing more that for him
to bring her over the edge. She let loose a small scream as she felt the heel
of his hand push against her clit, at the same time his fingers thrust deep,
at just the right angle....

She was riding his hand frantically now, concentrating only on the release she
felt looming on the horizon. Her hips were a blur, moving faster and faster as
his strokes deepened. 

"Mulderrrrr...." was all she managed as he stroked her towards ecstasy for the
fourth time that night.

"Let it go Scully...come for me...right here...right now...let it go..." he
whispered, soft breath panting against her ear. With those words he thrust
both fingers deep into her, while pushing hard against her clit. The move sent
her flying over the edge, his name emerging on a breathless cry as she felt
her body dissolve into tremors. Once again, she felt her world shatter, then
come together. What this man could do to her!

After a few moments, she found herself floating back to earth, finding Mulder
had removed his hand from between her legs, but kept his arm wrapped around
her. She could see her juices glistening on his fingers, and it turned her on
again, faster than she'd ever imagined. With a slight smile, she reached for
his hand, pulling it towards her mouth, letting her tongue reach out to lave
every digit, sucking each one deep into her mouth, running her tongue around
it, licking him clean. She could tell it was having the desired effect on him,
the soft moan he emitted telling enough. After thoroughly cleaning off his
hand, she smiled, snuggling back down against him, reaching one hand over to
stroke his chest. She felt his uneven breathing, realizing he must be as
turned on as she had been, and was quickly becoming again. Amazing!

"You feel any better Scully..." he said softly, his words a bit uneven, his
breath still ragged. Scully simply smiled as she let her hand drop into his
lap, loving the hiss that escaped his lips at the action.

"Much...now I think it's time to return the favor..." she husked softly,
managing to unzip and pull his cock free of his boxers in two quick moves. She
smiled again at his gasp as she began stroking him. He'd been rock hard since
they started this little game, and he was only getting harder now. She loved
the small breaths he was taking, trying to concentrate on driving, obviously
having a hard time. To say the least. Well, turn about was fair play after
all...

She quickened her motions, stroking him from base to tip, pulling softly then
harder, varying her strokes, loving the way his hips leapt to meet hers. She
could tell he was struggling to control himself. She didn't want that. He'd
seen her lose all reason because of him....she wanted the favor returned. So
without further adue...she leaned over and in one quick motion, took him deep
in her mouth, pulling on him strongly. She felt the car jerk, banging her head
against the bottom of the steering wheel as Mulder tried to straighten out the
car. She supposed she should be worried for their lives, they were on a
highway after all. But it was late...and she was so horny...

She continued to run her tongue along his cock, taking him deep in her throat
one time, only the tip of him another. She knew it was driving him crazy. It
was doing the same to her. She felt her own body responding, she was rubbing
herself against the edge of the seat, when she felt his hand come down and
pull her head up towards his face. She let him, pouting only a slight bit as
she looked into his eyes. They were wild with desire.

"Scully...please...I want to be inside you...please...hold on just a bit
longer, we're almost there..." he pleaded, unaware his own hand was again
stroking her between her thighs. She had no clue how it had gotten there so
quickly, but she wasn't going to complain. His words went straight to her
heart, and her body. Without thinking much more than to grant his wish, and
hers, she managed to pull herself out of the passenger seat, moving over to
straddle Mulder's hips, bringing her body flush against his. She clung to him
again as she felt the car swerve. Before he could get out the protest she knew
he was bound to make, she silenced him with her lips. She made it an
aggressive kiss, tongue reach out to demand entrance, and when granted,
sweeping over and into his mouth as if she owned it. Because, in point of
fact, she did. He was hers. Nothing was going to change that, or take it away.
She could feel his cock straining up against her, feel the unconscious arch of
his hips against hers. Her own body was responding, rubbing against him
frantically, desperate for contact. Finally, she could take no more, and
damning the consequences, hoping Mulder could handle driving and her, she
reached down to push her panties aside, pulling him up against her, then with
one downward motion, impaled herself on him. 

The car swerved again as Mulder's "JESUS!" filled the quiet of the car. Scully
found herself out of breath too, simply absorbing the feel of Mulder, her
Mulder, finally buried deep inside of her. It was one thing to have his tongue
there. A totally different thing to have his cock. It was perfect. It was
meant to be. She really had to move! With a soft moan, she captured his lips
again, as she rose off him, just enough to thrust back down onto him, feeling
him arch to meet her. The move was a bit jerky, as Mulder's hands were
clenched around the steering wheel, his eyes glued to the road, trying to keep
them there as Scully moved on him. She was determined to blow his mind. She
began moving faster, moaning at the wonderful sensations, crying out as they
hit a bump in the road, causing Mulder to thrust hard and deep into her. They
both went crazy at that moment, as Mulder's hips took on a life of their own.
One hand unclenched the wheel, moving to her hips, guiding her movements as
she rose and fell on him, moving faster and faster. His hips kept up with her
every move, bringing her harder and harder against him, making her moan and
cry out his name.

Scully could feel herself nearing the edge of an orgasm stronger than any
previous one this evening. She moved faster, taking Mulder deeper and deeper
into her. She could tell he was close too, from the jerky motions his hips
were making, slamming up to meet her every thrust. His eyes were still glued
to the road, struggling to stay open, but his one hand was on her hip,
slamming her down onto him. She'd never felt this exhilarated before. She was
so close...so close...

Suddenly, without warning, Mulder's free hand slipped from her waist, moving
between them, and started stroking her clit. One short, sharp tug was all it
took. Letting out a feral scream, she felt her body convulse, clamping down
around his cock, feeling him thrust hard into her. The waves overwhelmed her,
taking her high about the clouds, soaring to places she'd never known. She
moaned again as her body milked his, loving his own cry of her name as his
body exploded into hers. The car swerved off the road again as Mulder's orgasm
hit. Scully didn't know how he managed to get them back on the road. She
really didn't care, the exquisite joy of the moment was worth it all. Mulder's
eyes had closed for a moment, but were now focused back on the road. The only
clue she had of his feelings was the passion and desire burning in his eyes,
the tremors still wracking his body, and hers, as they quieted down. Despite
the cramped position, Scully felt too blissful to move. She figured her
muscles would pay for this night in the morning, but a hot shower would take
care of that. Preferably one with Mulder. She smiled at the thought, snuggling
her head down against his neck, keeping their bodies joined as their
heartbeats returned to normal.

"You know Scully, this is truly a side I never thought I'd see of you...I'm
finding I rather enjoy it..." Mulder finally managed, his voice a bit hoarse
and breathless, but satisfied. She smiled and snuggled closer, wrapping her
arms around him as far as she could in this position.

"I'm finding it's a side of me I'm only discovering with you Mulder...and I
can't wait to see what else I discover about me....and you...in the course of
the next few hours..." she managed back, feeling his body shudder against
hers.

"In the course of the next few years, I don't think I'll ever be able to
figure you out...but that's not to say I'm not gonna enjoy trying...I figure
we've got years ahead of us..." Mulder said, a light tone in his voice, but a
serious expression in his eyes. It made her heart rejoice. Mulder didn't want
a one night stand. Either did she. This certainly changed their relationship,
but it wasn't anything they couldn't deal with.  She smiled at the joy the
thought of spending years with Mulder brought. She could picture the knock ‘em
down, drag ‘em out fights, but she could also picture the wonderful make up
sessions. She smiled again against his throat as she snuggled closer. As her
body settled into a state of semi arousal, she remembered the question she'd
been dying to ask him all evening.

"Mulder..what were you shaking up there on stage..and don't tell me your body,
we've already established that..." she said, feeling him laugh against her
head.

"It was an egg Scully...it's sort of like a rhythm instrument, you shake it
for percussion, it sort of gives the music a beat."

Scully mused over that one for a moment before asking more questions.

"How long have you ‘played the egg' Mulder? And how long with this band? And
by the way, what kind of name is "Fully Clothed Men" for a band?" 

Mulder simply laughed.

"Well, I've played the egg for a while, ever since the guys asked me to play
with them sometimes, I get a kick out of it, and it's rather fun. I can be
someone other than "Spooky Mulder" when I get up on stage, and nine out of
ten, people won't recognize me because it's so "unMulder" a thing to do...it's
liberating. And as for the name, some group had already taken the name "Bare
Naked Ladies"...this was the next best thing...the exact opposite. And no
matter what their name, I love getting up on stage, making people smile,
laugh...or become aroused...watching you was very ‘enlightening' tonight..."
he trailed off suggestively.

"Oh really...so what would you have done if I hadn't shown up tonight...would
you have gone home with another woman...one who ‘turned you on' so to speak?"
She cursed herself for the shrewishness she heard in her voice. Mulder simply
laughed.

"I'd do what I usually do. Perform, kiss a few hands or cheeks, then go home
and imagine what you'd think if you could see me up there on stage. And trust
me, watching you tonight, seeing you getting off on my performance...you blew
out every one of my fantasies. You are an amazing woman Dana Scully, and I
thank God you're choosing to explore those ‘extreme possibilities' with me..."
he said softly, kissing her gently on the forehead.

Scully felt much better. In fact, she now had a picture of him, on his
couch...or maybe that waterbed, imagining her reaction to his ‘playing.' The
image was fascinating...and arousing. She felt her body stir again, wondering
if it was against the laws of nature to be aroused this much in one night. She
figured she was owed it. She wasn't gonna complain. As long as her body
lasted, she would too. And enjoy every minute of it. So would Mulder.

"Well...guess we'll have to see if I can put those fanasy's to even more
shame...you'd be amazed at what you can do on a waterbed..." she husked
gently, feeling him stir against her.

"Scully...don't tempt me...wait till we get home at least...or I'm gonna kill
us both in this car..." he managed, even as his body hardened against hers.
Scully smiled, slightly and pulled away from him, both of them groaning as he
slipped out of her. She managed to climb back over to the passenger side,
straightening her clothing as she went. She turned to look at Mulder, then
smiled, reaching over to zip him back into his pants, smiling as she felt him
harden at her touch.

She smiled to herself as they pulled up to Mulder's building. It was going to
be a long night. She had quite a few ideas for that waterbed of his. His couch
as well. Maybe even that wall just inside his front door. She figured she'd
put them all to god use. They had time. She only hoped Mulder was ready for
her.

With those thoughts in her head, she climbed out of the car, taking Mulder's
hand as they headed for the front door. What a night this was turning out to
be!

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End of part four


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Scully smiled as she watched Mulder fumble with his apartment keys, his mind
obviously elsewhere. He'd barely said two words to her since their incredible
encounter in the car. She felt her eyes lose focus as she felt her body
remember the ecstasy of that moment...finally feeling him deep inside her...

She smiled again at his "Damn!" as the troublesome keys dropped to the floor.
He started muttering to himself as he reached down and grabbed them, trying the
lock again. Feeling even more wicked than before, she moved behind him,
suddenly pressing her full body against his back, feeling a pleasant tingle as
her breasts flattened against his back, leaning her head against him as she
wrapped her arms loosely around his waist. She felt him go rigid, the keys in
his hand forgotten as he closed his eyes and leaned back into her for a moment,
a small moan released from his throat as she rubbed against him.

"What's wrong Mulder...am I making you nervous?" she husked quietly, feeling
his body tense even more, loving the fact that she could do this to him.

"Nervous isn't exactly the word I'd use to express it Scully..." he bit out,
suddenly attacking the door with renewed vengeance, breathing a sigh of relief
as the door finally swung open. Scully smiled as she started to move her arms,
intending to slip inside after him, when she had the breath knocked out of her.
Mulder whirled around faster than she had ever seen him move, and suddenly, had
her body pressed full against his, his cock surging strongly against her thigh.
Before she could utter a word, his mouth had claimed hers, his tongue plunging
deep into her mouth. All rational thought left as she gave herself over to the
passion. She felt a burning pleasure sear though her body as she felt his hands
come up to stroke her breasts, pulling gently at the hardened tips through the
fabric of her clothing. At the same time, his hips were thrusting against hers,
which were answering in a counter rhythm. She felt herself moan at the
exquisite sensations this action was provoking. 

Before she realized what had happened, she felt Mulder move them both
backwards, finally clearing the doorway, feeling him reach out to slam the door
behind him. She gasped as she felt her back hit the wall, gasping again as
Mulder lifted her up just enough to position his cock right against her...the
only barrier their confining clothing. She cried out as Mulder latched onto a
nipple, through the cloth, sucking and pulling on it, creating a delicious
friction between the heat of his mouth and the scratchy feeling of the cloth
covering her sensitive skin. She frantically pulled him closer, hearing his own
moan as the move thrust her wet center against his cock, the barriers of
clothing hardly an obstacle. Before she realized what was happening, Mulder had
anchored her hips against the wall, and began moving against her, thrusting
hard against her center. Scully cried out as she felt her own hips begin to
respond, loving the feeling of him moving against her, creating an ache that
only he could soothe. But ... it was time for the clothing to be gone. And this
needed to be moved to a different place. She wanted it to last. 

"Mulder...bed...please..." was all she managed to get out, as she felt him
smile against the breast he was so fascinated with.

"Of course...hang on..." he managed, as with a swift move, he lifted her into
his arms. She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, loving the way the
action pressed his cock harder against her. It also put her on a level with his
neck. As he slowly began to move them across the room, she began nibbling on
his neck, feeling his cock surge at each motion. She was dizzy with the
knowledge that this was Mulder...her Mulder..and she could incite him to this.
It was a heady feeling.

She gasped as she felt her body suddenly falling backwards, onto a sea of
movement, Mulder coming down right on top of her. It took a moment for the
waves to subside as the waterbed slowly evened out, as Mulder managed to lift
his head to smile down at her. Her gaze had never left his and she was
extremely turned on by their position now. He was between her thighs, pressing
against her center, his head was resting on her breasts, his eyes glazed with
desire. What a beautiful sight. Now, if only she could make this work...she'd
never made love in a waterbed before. Well, life was full of challenges, she
thought as she set her mind to her task.

"Well Mulder...think we can make some waves on this thing?" she asked
breathlessly, heart leaping at the sexy look that came over his face. 

"I think we can rock the house Scully...I'm ready if you are..." he said
wickedly, his hands moving to pull her sweater over her head. She closed her
eyes, and raised her arms, letting him remove the offending garment, moaning
quietly as he quickly dispensed with her bra. 

"So lovely...so very lovely...I wanted to see you in the bar...like this, you
don't know how badly I wanted to pull you down under that table with me, strip
you naked and make you mine..." he managed in a throaty voice.  Scully, eyes
still closed, felt her heart rate speed up at his words, feeling her body arch
towards his instinctively. She cried out as she felt his warm, wet mouth
surrounding a nipple, pulling on it gently. She felt her hips arch up to his,
grinding herself against his cock. He moaned and pushed back down against her.
At the same time, he gently nipped her breast, causing her head to fall back,
and her eyes to fly open with the pleasure the motion caused. 

And saw herself reflected in the mirrors above her. 

The shock registered for only a moment, quickly replaced by an overwhelming
surge of desire as she watched his head moving against her breast, saw the
intimate way their bodies were entwined. She'd never thought of Mulder as
‘wanting to watch...' but, she guessed there was a first for everything.  It
was a piece of information she wasn't likely to forget anytime soon. It spoke
of possibilities. She shivered at the thought, gasping then as she felt his
hands removing the rest of her clothing. She couldn't seem to look away from
the mirror, watching his actions with a strange sort of fascination. Her body
was also experiencing the sensation of the waterbed, moving under her with each
move, adding a slow motion rhythm to their lovemaking. Lifting and gently
dropping her, each time bringing Mulder closer to her. It was a fascinating
moment.

"Scully...something caught your eye?" she heard Mulder whisper, as she dragged
her gaze back to his, seeing the knowing smile on his face as he pushed her
panties down her legs and onto the floor. She smiled back at him.

"I never figured you for an exhibitionist Mulder...do you like to...watch?..."
she husked softly, seeing the desire flare in his eyes. She caught her breath
at the smile he sent her way.

"Only if it's you..." he managed, before his mouth swooped to cover hers again,
his clothed body coming to rest fully on top of her naked one. The sensations
of his clothing, rubbing against her sensitive skin was almost her undoing. But
it wasn't enough, she needed more. With a move that sent him reeling, she
managed to throw all her weight against him, feeling him fall to his side
against her, the move dragging her to rest slightly on top of him now. With
another quick motion, she completed the move, straddling his legs as she
finally maneuvered him onto his back. She sat there for a moment, waiting until
the waves receded, and the waterbed settled down a bit, smiling into his desire
filled eyes.

"Turn about is fair play...I believe I told you that once already tonight..."
she managed as her hands reached for his shirt, and with one quick move, ripped
it straight down the front. She felt a desire unlike any she'd ever known come
over her at the look that move produced in her partner's eyes. Unbridled,
animal lust. For her. And, mixed into the fierce expression...love. A love that
couldn't be hidden, or overshadowed anymore. Her heart flew at the knowledge.
She only hoped he could read the same thing in her eyes. With another quick
motion, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, bringing her mouth down to his
chest, beginning to kiss and stroke him gently. She loved the groans her
actions were producing, each one increasing in volume as she moved further down
his chest. She relished the leap his body took as she gently teased on of his
male nipples. The move sent a shockwave through his body, as he arched up
against her. She caught her breath as the move pressed his cock against her
naked center. She also felt her body suddenly dip as the move shook the
waterbed. It was an incredible feeling!

With a somewhat reluctant motion, she managed to move slightly off him,
reaching for his zipper as she did. She somehow managed to get his pants
undone, and with a tug, pulled them, and his boxers down his legs, letting her
feet push them the rest of the way to the floor. The move caused them both to
cry out as it pushed their naked bodies fully together, for the first time.

Scully felt stars exploding through her head, the feeling of a naked Mulder,
underneath her, spurring her to heights she'd never known. She couldn't keep
still, and felt her hips start moving against his instinctively. She could feel
him, rearing up against her, each move rubbing his length directly across her
center. She cried out as the burning heat of him brushed her clit. Her nails
dug into his shoulders as she gently started moving against him, prolonging
their friction, feeling the bed sway along with them. She cried out again as
she felt Mulder's hands reach up to stroke her breasts, kneading them softly,
then pulling on the tips, sending a sharp blast of pleasure straight to her
center. 

"Mulder..." was all she managed to groan as she positioned herself over him.
She couldn't wait anymore. Foreplay time was over, they'd had plenty tonight.
All she wanted now was to be joined with him, to have him buried so deep inside
her, he'd never leave. She gasped as she reached for his cock, positioning it
against her, feeling the tip slide gently inside.

"Scully..." his whisper paused her for a moment as she opened her desire
drugged eyes to meet his. The expression in them floored her as she noticed his
gaze locked above them. She leaned her head back to see what he was looking at,
then gasped as their reflection in the mirrors hit her. It was the most sensual
thing she'd ever seen. Mulder's long, lithe body, stretched out under hers, his
cock, clearly visible, positioned under her, straining to move. Her own body
bore a flush, poised and ready over his, her breasts heaving as she watched her
eyes glaze over. Then, without looking away or breaking their gaze in the
mirror, she slowly lowered her body onto his, moaning as she watched him
disappear fully into her waiting body. 

"Sculllllleeeeee...." was all he managed to moan before his hands reached for
her hips, pulling her straight down onto him. She gasped as he was fully buried
inside her, filling her totally, completing her. For the first time in a long
time, she felt whole. She felt complete. She felt like a desirable, loved
woman. She liked the feeling.

"Mulder...watch..." she managed as she gently pulled herself upwards, sinking
slowly back down onto him, drawing out each move, making it last, torturing
them both. She continued this way, feeling his hands gently guiding her, but
never forcing her. This was heaven. Her neck was getting stiff from it's
position, but she couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from their reflections.
Mulder seemed to feel the same, as their eyes met and locked in the mirror
again.

"I think I want a different view..." was all she heard Mulder mutter as, before
she could do anything, he flipped her onto her back, still joined with her,
never breaking their rhythm. The move pushed him deeper into her, wringing a
hoarse cry from the depths of her being. She managed to open eyes that had been
closed during the move, feeling the waterbed moving wildly under her. She met
Mulder's gaze head on this time, as she wrapped her legs tighter around him,
pulling him deeper into her. She moaned as Mulder began to move, slow at first,
drawing it out like she had, but then suddenly seeming to lose control,
slamming into her over and over, each stroke hitting just the right spot. She
could barely keep her eyes open, so lost in pleasure was she, but as she felt
her orgasm approaching, she managed to keep them open long enough to see
Mulder's reflection, pushing deeply into her, slamming against her, the bed
shaking around them, the intense look of concentration, mixed with desire, and
love, on his face as he neared his own release. The picture the two of them
made was stunning.

"Mulder...look..." she managed again as she felt herself cresting. She watched
as his eyes opened, his gaze following hers up to the mirrors...locking with
her eyes yet again in their reflections. 

And that was all it took. 
With one final thrust, Mulder sent her flying over the edge, her eyes slamming
shut, a cry of his name keening from her lips as she let her body fly. She felt
Mulder's release as well, felt her inner muscles clenching around him, dragging
out their pleasure. His hoarse cry of her name was music to her ears as she
felt his body collapse on top of hers, his breath as ragged as her own. She
slowly felt the waves of pleasure receded, leaving her with an extremely
relaxed, extremely contented, extremely satisfied feeling in their wake. Even
the waterbed seemed to sense her mood, the waves they'd created gently
lessening by degrees. Mulder's head rested against her breasts, their bodies
still joined. His eyes were closed, a blissful expression on those handsome
features. She smiled as his hazel eyes opened. She felt her smile grow wider as
she saw the amazement, and satisfaction filling her partner's eyes. With
another gentle move, he pulled out of her, immediately reaching to wrap her in
his arms, spooning them together, pulling the covers up around them. Scully
reveled in the comfort, the easiness of his move. It felt right, it felt
natural. It felt like coming home. She snuggled closer, feeling his soft breath
on the back of her neck.

"I guess we christened your waterbed...we did make some waves, didn't we?" she
managed, loving the carefree sound of the laughter that followed her words. He
so seldom laughed, it was a joy to hear, an even bigger joy knowing she'd
caused it.

"That we did...God, that was wonderful..." he managed, his lips brushing the
back of her neck, giving her a warm, content feeling all over.

"Bet you didn't think you'd end up here when you went on stage earlier
tonight...did you?" she asked quietly, feeling his smile against her neck. He
simply pulled her closer, so his words whispered across her ear.

"Not in a million years...but when I saw you ... realized you were
there...well, the night simply got better for me...one of the band members said
they'd never seen me... ‘shake my egg' with that much enthusiasm..." he said,
this time, earning a laugh from her.

"I bet...but an egg Mulder? Come on...that's gotta be one boring thing to
play...I mean, I could see you maybe with a guitar...but an egg..." she began,
only to have him cut her off.

"Don't knock the egg Scully...you'd be surprised what it can do..." he managed,
before they both broke into laughter.

"Oh really...well, I guess I'll have to take your word for it..." she managed,
feeling sleepiness overcome her.

"Yeah...you will...you'll also have to take my word for this...knowing I'm not
doped up on anything when I say it..." he began. Scully felt her body
still...wondering if he'd actually say the words she was longing to hear.

After a moment, he did.

"I love you Scully..." he said softly, the words whispering across her ear,
filling her with amazement, then the most overwhelming joy. She closed her eyes
a moment, letting the words, Mulder's love, fill her to overflowing. With a
gentle move, she turned so she was facing him, their bodies still wrapped
together. She could see the love shining in his eyes. Love for her. She
suddenly knew she what it was to be complete.

"I love you too Mulder..." she replied, seeing a tear slip down his face as he
gently leaned over to kiss her. And this time, their kiss was filled with
amazement, and love, as well as a simmering desire. She finally managed to pull
away, snuggling down against him again, feeling him rest his head on top of
hers. 


"So where do we go from here..." he said softly, the words nearly lost against
her hair. But she heard him. She managed to lean up, kissing his neck as she
spoke.

"I don't know, let's just take it a day at a time...things will work out from
there...they always do..." she managed, feeling him relax against her again.

"Scully...my little optimist..." he managed, a wry tone in his voice. Scully
simply smiled and snuggled back against his chest, letting the waves of sleep
drag her down, feeling Mulder drift off too. She'd worry about tomorrow ...
tomorrow. All she knew was that this had been a night she'd never forget. One
of many she knew would follow. 

For the first time, the thought of a relationship with Mulder didn't fill her
with fear, as it had so often before. She wasn't sure why, or when the change
had occurred. Maybe it was being so free, so open, in public. Maybe it was
seeing Mulder, up on that stage, not afraid to expose this other side of
"Spooky Mulder." Maybe it was feeling him under her, around her, inside her.
Maybe it was simply trusting him ...and trusting in her feelings for him, and
his for her. Who knew? But right now, she didn't care. She and Mulder had each
other. And she wasn't going to let anything separate them again. Besides,
having this one taste of him, she knew she was already addicted. The
possibilities were endless.

Now, all she had to do was figure out how to get Mulder to ‘shake his egg' for
her. She'd relish a ‘private performance...preferably with him naked. She felt
a wicked smile come over her face as sleep finally claimed her for the night.
Mulder had no idea what was in store for him, and his ‘egg.' She figured they'd
have a lifetime to find out.


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The End (5/5) 

(Okay, I think that's all on this story for now...it's at a
logical conclusion! Thank you all who sent such wonderful feedback, it's
inspired me to keep writing. Hope you enjoy this last segment, feedback is
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