Ring II: Joined by Leyla Harrison Disclaimer: Oh, puh-leeze...by now, everyone should know that I OWN THEM. Yes, I do. OK, all kidding aside (God knows, I don't want to get sued or anything), CC may have created Mulder and Scully, but in my heart, David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson really should get the credit for making them into the characters that we know, love, and use shamelessly in fanfic. US Season 5 Spoilers: One for Demons that's so small, you might miss it, and this series was inspired by something in Travellers, although this story has nothing in it that would spoil the episode for you if you haven't seen it. Classification: V, MSR and a touch of humor (I hope ) Rating: NC-17 Note: This story is a follow-up to a story I posted recently called "Ring", and picks up just about where the last one left off. It's not completely necessary to read that one in order to understand this one, but I would sure love it if you did. Just ask and I'll be glad to send it your way. Summary: Now that Scully and Mulder have talked about the secret from his past, there's only one thing these two *don't* know about each other. But they're going to find out... Final Note: There's a little statue of Piglet on top of my computer that speaks to the fact that we are not useless, small *or* insignificant, and I want to thank the person who bought it for me to remind me of that very thing. ***** FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION WASHINGTON, D.C. 4:30PM "So..." Scully finally looked up from the paperwork she was poring over and capped her pen, glancing over at Mulder. "I think that about wraps it up." "Are you going to go straight home?" Mulder asked. Scully paused before answering. "Why do you want to know?" "Just curious. Just curious if you were going, you know, straight home." Ahh. So he didn't want her to come to him. He wanted to come to her. "Yes, Mulder," she answered finally. "I'm going to leave here, get in my car, drive in rush hour traffic, and go home, change into something more, um, comfortable, and then I'm going to have dinner, maybe a glass of wine, then I'm going to --" "That's all I wanted to know, Scully," he answered, cutting her off with a lopsided smile. "Is that *all* you wanted to know, Mulder? Or was there something else?" "Why would you ask that?" he asked innocently. "Just curious." "Nope. That's all I wanted to know. If you were going home. And now that I know that, I'm completely satisfied." "Completely?" Scully couldn't help but play this game with him. After the highly erotic kiss that they had shared earlier that morning, Scully was in a *very* good mood. Mulder leered at her. "Well, no, not completely." "Maybe you should do something about that." Scully wasn't used to this kind of flirting with him. It was more than flirting, actually. It was like foreplay. Just talking to him was sending delicious shivers down her spine. "Maybe I should." "Let me know if I can do anything to help you, Mulder. You know I'm always willing to help you out." "Thanks, Scully, I'll keep that in mind." And then he was up and out of the office before she could say another word, surprising her with his sudden departure. Scully smiled. She wasn't worried. She had a feeling she was going to see him later. "Was it something I said, Mulder?" she chuckled. ****** DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT 6:45PM Scully was sipping her second glass of wine when she heard the soft knocking on her door. She smiled, set the glass down, and went to the door. Not that she needed to check to see who it was -- but out of habit, she did anyhow. And surprise -- it was Mulder. Through the peephole, she could see that he was wearing jeans and a leather jacket. She unlocked the door and opened it. "You didn't bring the wine?" she asked. For a minute he looked sheepish. "I thought --" "I was kidding, Mulder. Come on in." He followed her in, closing the door behind him. The jacket came off to reveal a white t-shirt. The last time she had seen him look like this was out in Rhode Island when she had found him in shock and covered in the blood of two people that he was sure he had murdered. She shoved that *very* ugly thought out of her memory. She didn't want to think about that tonight. She instead focused on how very good he looked in that white t-shirt and *very* snug jeans. It had been a long time since she had looked at a man in that way. In fact, she was starting to think that she was seriously impaired when it came to noticing anything about a person other than their height and weight for later identification by the police and federal authorities. But she was most certainly noticing Mulder. She had anticipated that she would, and she had also very wisely anticipated that he would notice her, which was why she had changed into something comfortable yet slightly alluring when she got home. Wouldn't want him to see her in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Nope. She had decided on black jeans, and a short sleeved black cashmere sweater. Barefoot. Casual yet somehow sexy. She had come home and showered, and her hair was still slightly damp, tendrils of it curling around her face, the rest of it dry and soft. She had washed off all traces of makeup and left her face bare. She wanted Mulder to see a different side of her. A side of her that was very different than what he usually saw. And from the look on his face as he sat down on the couch, he was definitely noticing the difference. Although Scully was thrilled by his attention, she was also slightly nervous. She wasn't used to being in this kind of situation with Mulder. To be honest, she wasn't used to being in many situations with Mulder that didn't involve gunfire, or government conspiracy, or repressed memory, or extraterrestrial or paranormal phenomena. She was basically flying by the seat of her pants. Or something. She hadn't really *been* around a man in this kind of context -- yes, she finally admitted to herself, a definitely sexual context -- in so long that she wasn't sure if she remembered what the hell to do. Mulder still hadn't said anything, but his eyes were taking her in. She could see his mind working, his eyes cataloguing her from head to toe. And from what she could tell, he liked what he saw. "You should dress like this more often, Scully." "You think I should come to work barefoot?" she asked, smiling and wiggling her feet once she sat down. "I don't think I've ever seen your feet before, Scully," Mulder commented, sitting down next to her on the couch and picking one of her feet up. His hands were warm as his fingers massaged the arch of her foot. "I think I like them." Scully was trying to concentrate on what he was saying, but the gentle pressure of his fingertips on the soles of her feet was...well, distracting her. She had to admit, in all her fantasies about Mulder, she had never imagined him rubbing her feet. Finally she tugged her foot away from him. "Can I get you something? Glass of wine?" Mulder nodded and Scully padded into the kitchen, Mulder following behind her like an obedient puppy. Scully had not bought the same Merlot that she had the night before -- this was a more expensive Cabernet. She poured Mulder a glass and as he took his first swallow she knew she had chosen well from the look on his face. It was amazing what a nice wine could do for one's mood. Images of taking his hand, leading him into the bedroom and stripping off his clothes flitted through her mind as she tried not to giggle. Well, she thought, at least she knew what she wanted. And she could tell -- she could just tell from the way he was looking at her -- that he was there for the same reason. This wasn't going to be a "let's go out and grab a bite to eat, Scully" conversation. Nor was it going to be a "nice of you to drop by, Mulder" chat. Nope. This was serious. This was "let's make some small talk before we have mind-blowing sex all night long" kind of an evening. Scully smiled. "So, Scully..." "So, Mulder. You're here. I'm here." "Yes. We're both here." "Thank God. Because I don't think this would work if we weren't both here." "You don't think what would work, Scully?" She gazed sweetly across the kitchen at him. "You know why you're here, Mulder. I know why you're here. Are we going to joke around all night?" Mulder took another swallow of the wine and chuckled, a deep sound low in his chest that Scully realized she had never heard before. She liked it. "No, we're not," he finally answered. He set the wine glass down on the countertop and walked over to her, taking her in his arms and looking down at her. "You were very bad this morning." "Me?" Scully asked innocently. She was trying to be calm and rational, but she had to admit, being in Mulder's arms for the second time that day was having quite an effect on her. "You know, Scully," Mulder said, his tone suddenly quite serious, ":I just want to say one thing." He paused and then kissed her forehead lightly. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm a nobody. And you're the only person in the world who has ever made me feel like a *somebody*. Like I mattered. When you said that you would wait...that I was worth it -- you have no idea how that made me feel." "I do understand, Mulder. Believe me. No one is that small -- no one is that insignifigant. Everyone means something to someone. And you," Scully murmured, "well, you mean something to me. I love you." Mulder didn't answer. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her, full, right on the mouth. No quick kisses here, no lingering kisses at the side of her mouth. This was full lip on lip contact. Scully snaked her arms up around Mulder's waist and up his back, reveling in the feel of his body just below the thin material of the t-shirt he was wearing. She had never touched him like this. Not in this way -- not in such a very deliberate sexual way that was making her feel as if someone had turned the thermostat up in her apartment -- way up. She wasn't surprised by the immediate reaction she was having to his kiss -- after all, they really hadn't ever kissed before. Scully felt his hands go to her head, lacing his fingers through her hair, and she felt his tongue pushing at her lips, seeking entry. She didn't even wait more than a second before granting him what he wanted, opening her mouth and letting his tongue sweep across her teeth, her lips, the roof of her mouth. It was about then that she realized that he was *really* kissing her -- hard, hot, and passionate. And she was kissing him back. And it was so easy. It was as if they had done it a hundred thousand times before, but not in years. It was as if they had just found each other after being separated for -- She reached up for him, pulling his head closer, pulling him closer. He wasn't close enough. She was filled with a sudden and very momentary panic that he was going to pull away or be pulled away, that the kiss would end, and that she would be devastated by the loss of him. He responded by kissing her more, his hands leaving her head and going across her shoulders, down her arms, and down her back and stroking her sides. His hands and fingers were touching her, through fabric and directly on her skin. Her skin. Oh yes. Her skin. His hands had pulled the thin material of the sweater from her jeans and had slipped underneath it, caressing the skin of her back, her shoulder blades and the small of her back. Breathless, she finally broke the kiss and looked up at him. Mulder was smiling down at her. A *real* smile. God, she hadn't seen him smile like that since...well, never. And it warmed her. Freed her. Made her feel like everything was going to be absolutely fine. "Well, Scully," Mulder said to her, "I think it's clear what we both want, don't you agree?" He casually brushed his hand across her chest, letting his thumb flicker over her already hard nipple. She gasped and arched into his hand in response. She grabbed his hand and stilled it, causing a look of fear to flicker across his face. "Don't worry," she soothed him. "I'm not stopping you. I'm just too old to be having sex on the floor of my kitchen." "You're never too old, Scully." This time she kissed him, capturing his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks with her fingertips, feeling the slight stubble on his face. His lips moved from her mouth and she could feel his breath on her mouth, on her chin, on her neck. They were moving, walking -- no, stumbling, almost -- towards her bedroom. Scully felt Mulder's hands at her waist, tugging on the sweater, and she allowed him to pull it over her head, feeling cool air hit her skin. He tossed the sweater to the floor in the hallway as they continued their journey to the bedroom. She reached for his jeans, cupping his ass and then moved her hands around to the front, unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly. This elicited a harsh gasp from Mulder as her hands simultaneously reached inside his jeans and smoothed over the length of him through his boxers. "Jesus, Scully --" In all her fantasies, she had never dreamed that she would be the one in charge, that she would be the one pulling away from him and reaching around to the back clasp of her bra and unhooking it, letting it fall to the floor of her bedroom, letting Mulder watch her as she did, watching his eyes as her breasts were revealed to him. She never imagined that she would stand there, nude from the waist up, that she would unzip her own jeans and pull them down, kicking them off her feet, pulling her panties down and kicking them away as well. She never thought that she would stand there before him, completely naked, and let him look her over, take in every curve and swell of her body, and not feel even remotely self-conscious. And she *never* dreamed that he would be speechless. "You'd better get those clothes off, Mulder," she finally breathed. "You don't want me to get cold, do you?" Mulder blinked, and then it took him just a moment to cast a very appreciative smile at her before he pulled the t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. His jeans and boxers followed, and Scully's eyes widened as she saw his cock spring free, fully erect, engorged with blood. She didn't have much more time to look. Mulder swooped down on her, practically scooping her up and depositing her on the bed, kissing her neck. His mouth moved all over her -- nibbling gently on her shoulder, his lips closing over one nipple and sucking , then moving to the other. Scully reached for his head and he seemed to know exactly what she wanted. His hands were already on her bare hips, parting her legs, his fingers threading through the crisp hairs at her apex. One finger dipped within and found her wetness, and she gasped. His finger slipped inside her and she gasped again, her muscles contracting around his finger, and in the next minute, before she even had a moment to say his name, his mouth was on her, licking her, suckling her. The arousal washed over her in a hot and wet rush. It was too much too quickly. "Mulder!" Scully screamed and came, hard, Mulder's mouth still gently moving over her, milking the spasms from her body until they got less and less forceful. Finally he gently eased his finger out of her and crawled up on the bed, kissing her gently. Scully was breathing hard and could taste herself on his lips. He was panting, but smiling. Scully could sense his tension. His body was taut against her, but his hands were soft and eased over her sweat-beaded skin as he whispered in her ear, chanting her name over and over. She reached for him and found him, still hard, harder, if that was possible, and he moaned softly. "Scully..." "Shh, Mulder. Shhh." She stroked him slowly, casually almost, slow strokes, for long minutes, while he rocked in her arms, his mouth pressed against her cheek, his eyes closed. Then, abruptly, she sped up, her hand sliding up and down faster. "God..." he moaned. Scully answered him by gripping him firmly and guiding him to her entrance, where she was still wet with her own moisture and the wetness of his mouth, and guiding him in. She didn't have to show him the rest of the way. As soon as she pressed the tip of his penis into her, his body bucked and he thrust into her deeply and they both gasped. "Scully. God, Scully." "Yes, Mulder. Yes." He pushed into her, then drew out, then back in again. Slowly. She knew that he was as turned on as she had been and for her, it had only taken a minute or two for her orgasm to hit. She didn't want him to try to draw it out for her sake. Her body was still tender, but she didn't care. They would have time to do it again slowly later. "Scully." His voice was tight. "I can't...I can't...hold back." "Don't. Don't hold back." She clutched at his shoulders as he drew himself up higher above her so that he was positioned better and not crushing her. Scully looked at him and tried to make sure that he could see the acceptance in her eyes. He must have seen it. He moved in and out of her faster. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her up on the bed, pushing deeper inside her, pounding against her in such a way that his pelvis hit hers with each thrust. She moaned. And it spurred him on. He moved in and out of her faster, wildly, almost out of control. And with each thrust he struck that place in her where she wanted to feel the pressure, and the speed. Scully dug her fingers into his shoulders and his back and cried out as she came again, and the tightening of her walls and her cries were all that it took for Mulder to follow. He continued to thrust in and out of her, but it was pointless since he was coming as well, calling out Scully's name. He moved slowly within her as he slowed to a stop, and went to pull out of her but she stopped him. "No. Don't," she said softly. He stayed, and they remained joined, Mulder easing himself down so that he was holding her. "I'm sorry about that. It's been a long time, and I just didn't have as much staying power as I thought I would," he confessed sheepishly. "You weren't the only one," she reminded him with a smile, stroking his face gently. "Thank God -- I don't have to feel absolutely ridiculous all alone." They shared a laugh, and then the room fell silent again. "Mulder --" "Scully, look, I didn't just come over here to get laid. Just so you know." "Believe me, Mulder, I know that," she assured him. "I want to tell you...I just want to say something. It's been so difficult for me to tell you --" Scully laid a finger over his lips. "Mulder, you don't have to tell me. You don't. I understand completely. I just want to lie here with you right now. We can talk about the rest of it later." Mulder graced her with another warm smile. "Sounds good." Still joined, Mulder moved so that they were on their sides and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him so that every inch of her body was pressed up against his. "Thank you, Scully," Mulder breathed into her hair. "Thank you." Scully didn't have to ask him what for. She already knew. END *************************************************** "We all have a dark side; it's bullshit to say that we don't. At some point we're going to have to face that." --Sarah McLachlan