Double Fantasy
by Agent Chloe Wildner
 SPOILERS:  None
 TIME:  Anytime since the pilot 
 WHEN WRITTEN:  June 1998
 CATEGORY:  Vignette/Romance
 KEYWORDS:  MSR, Angst
 RATING:  NC-17 
 SIZE: 8K
 SUMMARY:  Withheld - but there's a cliche warning:) 


Standard Disclaimer:  X-Files, Mulder, Scully, etc.. all 
belong to Fox and TenThirteen Productions, they are not 
mine.  This is pure fiction and posted for fun, not profit.
 
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Mulder's Apartment
11:22PM

	Mulder groaned as he suddenly became conscious 
of the world around him.  He was lying on his couch, and
Scully's beautiful face was looking down at him.
	"Well, good morning handsome," she said, and 
then abruptly stood up and walked to the desk by the 
window. Mulder noticed that Scully had on a rather short
skirt considering her usual tastes.  Mulder propped 
himself and turned to try to get a better view as she 
leaned over the desk, but a sharp pain in his head 
caused him to yell out in agony and fall back onto the 
couch.
	"Naughty, Mulder," she scolded gently as she 
returned.  "You have a nasty gash in your forehead and 
must stay still."  She leaned over him and pressed a 
cloth to his forehead.  Mulder saw that she had undone 
the top few buttons on her blouse and her current
position allowed him a pretty good view of her breasts.
Involuntarily, he licked his lips, then looked down in 
embarrassment when he saw Scully was staring at him.
	Scully laughed and leaned back.  "Mulder, Mulder,
Mulder."  Then her fingers began sliding back and forth
across the top of his chest.
	Mulder took in a sharp breath as he noticed that
Scully had stripped him completely naked while he had 
slept.  Scully followed his eyes to his now growing 
erection.  A smile slid onto her lips again.  She stood 
up and crossed  to his desk, grabbed a piece of rope and
tied his wrists together behind his head.  Then she 
walked around him again, slowly, and climbed up on top 
of the couch and straddled Mulder's legs.  Leaning over,
Scully flicked the inside of his thigh with her tongue. 
Mulder cried out - first in pleasure, but then in pain 
as his movement caused a sharp pang to cut through his 
head.
	"Now, Mulder, I told you you must stay still."  
She wagged a finger at him and smiled slyly.  Mulder 
groaned.
	Scully then began her next move.  Mulder felt 
her hands begin kneading him at his base and his groan 
deepened.  He leaned back and closed his eyes.  Then his
body bucked as he felt Scully's lips and tongue suddenly
over his tip.  The movement caused another sharp pang, 
but the line between pain and pleasure was not so clear 
now.  Mulder's body had caught Scully's rhythm and his 
breath became fast and ragged.  Another flick of 
Scully's tongue and Mulder gasped and sat upright.  Then
he leaned back with a moan.  It was just another one of 
his dreams.  If Scully knew what he dreamed of at night,
she would hit him.
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Scully's Apartment
11:27PM that same night

	Mulder gasped and sat upright.  Then he leaned 
back with a moan.
	Scully stood up and looked down on her partner, 
who was lying in her bed.  "Are you okay?  Did you have 
a bad  dream?"
	"No, definitely not."
	"Well, do you remember the dream at all?"
	"Nothing clear enough to relay."
	Scully sat back down in the chair positioned by 
the bed and pressed the cloth against his forehead again.
"You have a nasty gash in your forehead, Mulder.  It 
would probably  be in your best interest to try to stay 
still."
	"I know.  You told me."
	Scully smiled down and leaned over to plant a 
small kiss on his injured head.  Mulder caught her chin 
in his hand on her way back up.
	"Thanks for doing this for me, Scully."
	"Oh, no problem.  After all, you got that gash 
in your head protecting me."
	"I had to.  What would I do without you?"
	The smile fell from Scully's lips, and she 
stared deep into his eyes.  Then, she forced a smile 
back onto her face.  "Oh, the FBI would just assign you 
another partner and you'd hardly notice the difference."
	"No, Scully, you're irreplaceable.  And I don't 
just mean as an FBI partner.  I mean as a friend, and 
hopefully..."  Mulder took a deep breath.  "It's 
probably just this hole in my scull that's making me 
crazy enough to admit this, but I love you.  I've known 
for ages that I loved you."
	Scully gulped and stared at him,  Then her face 
broke into a smile.  "Well, whatever it is, I'm glad 
you're crazy!  I love you too, and I've known that for 
ages."
	Mulder pulled himself up and drew her face 
forward gently with the tips of his fingers under her 
chin.  Then he leaned in and gave her the sweetest kiss 
she'd ever had.  It was gentle, slow, and passionate, 
and it made her melt.  Mulder's hands creeped around her
neck and up into her hair.  As his hands coiled amongst 
her red strands, he pulled her head closer and deepened 
the kiss.  Mulder's tongue forged it's way into her 
mouth, and Scully wrapped her arms around Mulder's neck 
and slipped her hands into his hair.
	Then Scully abruptly pulled back.  "Mulder, your
head - you must be in terrible pain."
	"The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of
holding you."  Scully started to sigh a response, but 
was cut off by another kiss from Mulder.
	Scully kicked the chair out from under her and 
crawled into bed beside Mulder, mostly to keep him from 
having to hold his injured head up so much.  However, 
Mulder had other plans.  As soon as she had made it into
the bed, Mulder swung himself over on top of her.  His 
tongue traced from her chin down the center of her 
throat.  Then his lips raised a little and diligently 
kissed her jawbone from left ear to right ear.  When 
Mulder reached her right ear, his lips lingered a minute.
He blew into her ear, and Scully shivered throughout the
length of her body.  Then Mulder returned to her lips 
and breathed into her mouth.  "You have too many clothes
on."  Lowering his lips immediately to her mouth, he 
resumed their deep searching kisses.  With his hands, 
Mulder began to undo Scully's blouse, lingering a little
at each button.  He lifted the blouse from underneath 
the waistband of her skirt and then parted the fabric.  
His hands moved to undo the front closure on her bra, 
and then parted that fabric as well.  Scully twisted 
underneath Mulder to remove the clothing from her arms 
and felt his hardness press against her.
	Mulder pulled back from the kiss to look at her.
Then he leaned in and planted a quick, soft kiss on 
Scully's lips.  "God you're beautiful," he whispered.  
She felt his lips trace her sternum and then his hands 
move up and take hold of her breasts.  His tongue 
circled around one of Scully's already firm nipples, and
then the other.  Then Mulder took her breast into his 
mouth and sucked, kneading her other breast with his 
hand.  His other hand slid around behind Scully's back 
and squeezed her and pushed her against his hard center.
	It was sensory overload.  He had her surrounded.
Scully strangled out a scream and sat bolt upright in 
her bed.  She was alone.  It had only been another one 
of her dreams.  Mulder would tease her mercilessly if he
knew what she dreamed of at night.

            
**************The End**************************

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