Eyes Wide Shut (1/1)
By Jennifer Arthur

Disclaimer: The characters included within belong to the Fox 
Network, the creative people over at 1013, Chris Carter, David 
Duchovny and Gillian Anderson.  No infringement is 
intended.

Classification: MSR 

Rating: NC-17

Time line: Season 5

Spoilers: Redux 2

Archive: Anywhere, as long as my name stays attached.

Summary: Smut

Author's Notes: After the smut.

Feedback:  I would love it.  Send to: XFileLuv@aol.com
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At some point during the night, they shifted towards each 
other, their bodies like magnet to steel.  Scully's form molded 
to the spoon shape of Mulder's body, her bottom nestled in the 
crook of his lap.

Without conscious thought, perhaps brought on by a forgotten 
dream, or perhaps brought on by nothing specific at all, Scully 
softly rotated her hips.  

Once.  

Twice. 

On the third rotation, through the haze of her semi-awake 
state, she felt Mulder begin to harden.  Still in the state of 
sleep himself, his body took physical action before his mind 
could mentally catch up.   His hand moved from its place 
around her waist to her hip, gently grabbing her flesh for 
better leverage.

Still floating on the outskirts of sleep, Scully purposefully 
stretched her leg over Mulder's.  Mulder was a hot sleeper, so 
all that Scully ever wore were panties and a small tank top.  
As her leg slithered over Mulder's, and her intent became 
obvious to his still groggy mind, he hooked his thumb under 
the strap of her underwear, pulling them down to her knees.  
He reached his foot up and with his big toe, snatched the 
panties and pushed them to the bottom of the bed.  Yanking 
his boxers down, he once again used his legs and feet to push 
them all the way off of his legs.  Having accomplished this 
task while still on the edge of consciousness, he placed his 
hand back on Scully's hip.  He drew her now bare bottom back 
into his lap, reveling in the feel of his now firm penis 
burrowed in the crease of her buttocks.  His hand moved over 
her waist, grabbing the hem of the tank top, slowly pulling it 
up with his hand as he made his way to her breasts.  He 
bunched what little fabric there was up above her breasts, and 
allowed his fingers to glide across her chest.  

When he grazed her nipple with his index finger, Scully's hips 
thrust again, and her leg tightened protectively around him, 
keeping them tightly fitted together.  She felt herself falling 
back onto Mulder as she attempted to decrease what little 
space still existed between their now aroused bodies.  He slid 
his other arm under her hip, and gently eased her over him as 
he rolled onto his back, careful not to let his rigid cock leave 
the warmth of her ass.

Mmmm....her ass.

"Scully," his sleepy voice rasped, stirring the hair on the top of 
her head.  "I love your ass.  Have I mentioned that before?"

Her tongue was still thick from slumber, and her mind was 
still in a state of semi-awareness.  In acknowledgement, all 
that she could muster was a throaty "Hmmm."

She allowed her feet to slide off to the sides of Mulder's legs, 
in the process opening herself up to him.  He, however, was 
content for the moment to focus on her breasts.  He slid the 
comforter down to expose their torsos, happy to see her 
nipples hardening even more from the sudden exposure to the 
cooler bedroom air.  Her arms fell to the sides much like her 
legs had.  Mulder brought his hands up to her stomach, passed 
his fingers over the dip of her navel, and ran them up to her 
breasts.  As he gently ran the very tips of his fingers over her 
pebbled nipples, he heard a small gasp escape her lips.

Scully allowed her hands to move to his waist underneath her, 
and they traveled down his thighs and back up again.  She had 
yet to open her eyes, she was so relaxed and felt so languid.  
The thought of coming out of this wonderful mixture of sleep 
and arousal held no appeal whatsoever for her.

In fact, she was so comfortable that the words that came out of 
her lover's mouth failed to garner an initial reaction from her.

As Mulder's left hand continued its attention to her breast, his 
right hand made its way back across her stomach, pushing the 
comforter downward even further.  He allowed his fingers 
only a barest brush of the crisp curls between her open legs.  
As she waited for him to move his talented fingers to her 
quickly melting core, he whispered her name.

"Scully."  A question, a prayer, and a challenge, all in one 
word.  "Scully, I want you to do something for me."

As she let her head loll to the side, again, all that her vocal 
cords could muster was another low, "Hmmm?"

As the long middle finger of his right hand slid into the folds 
of flesh between her legs, he rolled her nipple with the thumb 
and index finger of his left hand.

As she sighed her pleasure, he spoke his request.

"Scully, I want you to touch yourself for me."

She was so lost under the motion of his hands, it took three 
heartbeats for her to feel the flush move over her body as the 
meaning of his words sunk in.

Her breath caught in her chest, a reaction not only to her 
lover's bold request, but also to the strong finger now moving 
over her clitoris.

Could she deny this man anything, she wondered?  He 
certainly held back nothing when it came to her.  Since the 
remission of her cancer, short of being a puppy dog on a leash, 
Mulder had made great strides in making it clear that Scully 
came first and foremost on his list of priorities.  Before they 
had become lovers, she had always suspected that Mulder's 
passion for his work would carry over into the bedroom.  She 
had not been disappointed.  Mulder redefined the word 
"passion" when he made love to her.  Attention was paid to 
every detail, and no inch of skin was left uncovered, no nerve 
ending left untouched.   He made it clear, without ever saying 
the words, that he worshipped Dana Scully, mind, body, and 
soul.  

Therefore, would it be so embarrassing to pleasure herself in 
his presence?  She'd certainly been doing it alone to 
=thoughts= of him for years.  Now, she merely had to take it a 
step further.  She had nothing to prove, to herself or to him.  
But if he asked of her this one small favor, this mere thread in 
the tapestry of their trust, then she would indulge him.

Having made her decision, she brought both of her hands up to 
his right arm.  Wrapping her fingers around his elbow, with 
her eyes still closed, she slowly dragged her nails down his 
forearm, letting his arm lead her hands to the juncture of her 
legs.  She covered his one hand with both of hers, and as he 
pulled his away so that her fingers could replace his, he gave 
her thumb a small squeeze of reassurance.  He knew what this 
was costing her, and although the price might not be 
exorbitant, he wanted her to know that he was aware it was 
being paid. 

As Mulder's hands fell away, Scully settled her hands in their 
place.  She pulled her feet up towards her hips, and they came 
to rest on the outside of Mulder's knees, thereby giving her 
better leverage and allowing her easier access to her body.  
With her left hand, she gently opened the flesh that covered 
her sex, and she moved her right hand down lower.  Scully 
couldn't help the small moan that escaped her as she dipped 
her finger into the pooling moisture between her legs, and she 
felt Mulder grow harder beneath her, his own reaction to this 
turn of events evident.

Although she had gone through these motions hundreds of 
times alone in her own bed, in the shower, in cold motels with 
little more than a door or thin wall separating her from 
Mulder, this was definitely a different experience.  Lying on 
top of Mulder, touching herself for no reason other than that 
he had asked her to, his large, hard cock pressed firmly into 
the crease of her bottom.... The words "wildly erotic" were the 
only ones that Scully could think of to describe the situation.

Mulder raised his hands to Scully's shoulders and touched the 
fringe of her hair.  They then flitted to her breasts, where he 
wrapped his hands around the base of the flattened mounds.  
His fingers lifted her breasts, molding the flesh as his fingers 
slid up to delicately twist the tips.  Her body was moving 
steadily now, hand alternately dipping into her vagina to 
collect fluid and then coming to a steady rhythm over her 
clitoris.  He repeated his movement over her breasts, this time 
giving her coral nipples a slightly firmer pinch.  

Scully gasped with pleasure, and her hips began a sporadic 
dance over Mulder's lap.  What had started out for Mulder as 
some sleepy foreplay was quickly becoming a substitute for 
the act itself.  As he felt himself losing more control with each 
thrust of her hips, Mulder hissed, "Scul--oooh, Scully!  I'm 
gonna come.  Jesus!"

Speaking her first words since the onset of the encounter, 
Scully panted, "Then come for me."

His hands flew to her arms, trailing them downward to barely 
hover over her now fervently working fingers.  The more her 
hips twitched, the harder they ground against him.  Scully 
began to breathe more heavily, signaling to Mulder the onset 
of her orgasm.  The feel of Scully's hands moving against her 
own body under his and the delicious feel of her ass moving 
over his penis, coupled with the moans of her impending 
orgasm, were enough to send Mulder over the edge. He found 
Scully's waist and held it to him as he grunted his climax.

The feel of Mulder's warmth flooding her back [was all that 
she needed], and with one last swirl of her finger, Scully 
joined Mulder in the free-fall of pleasure.  Her body tensed 
then relaxed, and with one final shudder, Mulder's name 
passed through her lips.

They both lay sprawled on the bed; Scully's body still draped 
across Mulder's.  The comforter and sheets made a tangled 
mess at their feet, a pair of boxers and a pair of panties thrown 
in the mix.  Scully's legs straightened, her toes coming to the 
top of his ankles, and as much as she wanted nothing more 
than to curl up and fall back asleep in Mulder's arms, there 
was the small problem of cleaning up the mess they had made.  
The tank top that was scrunched up above her breasts would 
work for the preliminary clean up, but in all actuality, a 
shower was in order.  

As Mulder made trails down her arms with soft caresses, she 
grumbled, "We should take a shower."

"Together?"

"I don't see why not.  You can wash my back," she replied, 
with a smile in her voice.  "I must admit that I'm a little 
perplexed as to how this even got started."

"Scully, even in sleep we are drawn to each other.  Our 
physical actions were merely a result of our subconscious 
inextricable bond."

With a soft chuckle, she replied, "Oh, so that's what 
happened?  And here I thought it was just a reflex from a dirty 
dream that one of us had."

"Believe me, Scully, sex with you fuels =all= of my dirty 
dreams."

With that, he began the process of getting out of bed, and 
Scully rolled off of him to the side.

And for the first time since she had gone to bed at 11 p.m. the 
night before, she opened her eyes.

THE END

Author's notes: Thanks to Lisa (the lud) for holding my hand 
ALL DAY and doing my major edits, and thanks to Shari 
(Scullysfan) for tying up the loose ends and addressing those 
last minute pre-post jitters.  All of the Screamers are a great 
source of strength and inspiration to me, and I'd be lost (and 
email-less) without you.  Most importantly, however, this is 
for my husband, Awesome!Tom, who never fails to give me 
what I need most in life: friendship, love, and great real-life 
smut!