Title: To Keep You Safe

Author: Tess

E-mail: tnv099@aol.com

Distribution: If you want it, but please let me know where

Spoilers: None, zero, zilch, zippo

Rating: NC-17

Content: MSR, a teeny, tiny bit of angst

Disclaimer: Um, well they sure as heck are not mine.  The owner would be CC, Fox and 1013

Summary:  One night that starts off badly...





To Keep You Safe (1/1)

by Tess





Scully slid between the sheets with a tired sigh. It had been a long 

day of an even longer week. She stared at the door connecting her motel 

room to Mulder's, knowing that he was on the other side of it, 

suffering with the same pangs of guilt, remorse and sorrow as she was 

on her side.



She pinched the bridge of her nose as the dull throbbing that heralded 

the onset of a major headache made its presence known. She stared at 

the ceiling in the dim light, reluctant to close her eyes. Knowing that 

as soon as she did she would see and hear it all again in all of its 

gory detail. The gunshots. The screaming. The blood of the innocent.



Mulder and Scully had been sent to investigate the murders of five 

young girls. The locals were convinced that the murderer was possessed 

of demonic powers and so the team from the X-Files was dispatched. A 

sixth girl had gone missing when Mulder and Scully arrived in town.



After spending several days and nights dealing with no sleep, bad 

coffee and a hysterical town, they had determined that there was no 

demonic presence but simply that of a deranged individual bent on murder. 

They had tracked him to his hideout in an abandoned mine on the outskirts

of town. They had crept soundlessly toward the mine entrance but the 

girl's hopeful gasp at seeing them had given them away. The kidnapper 

had shot the girl first before turning on the two federal agents. 

Mulder and Scully both dove to the ground while firing their own 

weapons. The kidnapper collapsed as multiple bullets pierced his body. 

Scully raced to the fallen girl, while Mulder checked to be sure that 

her attacker was indeed dead.



"Mulder, she's not breathing!" He turned to find Scully frantically 

searching for a pulse.



"No heartbeat."



Scully thumped her fist against the girl's chest, beginning compressions 

as Mulder fumbled for his cell phone. He rapidly dialed the telephone 

number for the local sheriff requesting immediate assistance. He snapped 

the phone shut and turned to help Scully with the CPR. He indicated that 

he would take over the chest compressions while she concentrated on the 

mouth to mouth resuscitation. Scully nodded and lifted her bloody hands 

away from the girl's chest.



Both agents worked over the girl for endless minutes as they waited for 

help to arrive. She was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital.



Now Scully lay quietly fighting off a headache. Staring at that damn 

door. Willing him to come through it. Praying that he wouldn't. Wanting 

to go to him. Knowing that she shouldn't.



The door creaked open and suddenly he was there, dressed only in a pair 

of jeans. He stared at her from across the room and then walked over to 

her on leaden feet. He settled on the bed stretching out alongside of 

her and drew her close. He lowered his head and captured her lips in a 

bruising, needy kiss.



Scully surrendered to his kiss, returning it passionately. The room was 

quiet save for their soft moans and sighs and the rustling of the sheets 

against their tangled limbs.



Finally, she broke away, panting softly. Mulder dipped his head to 

recapture her mouth but she pushed him back, trying to shore up her 

shaky defenses.



"Mulder, no. We promised we wouldn't do this, not while we're working."



Mulder's response was to roll his weight on top of her, trapping her 

against the mattress.



"We were wrong to make that promise."



"Mulder..."



"No! God, Scully. We've given our lives to the work, sacrificed so much. 

Do we have to sacrifice everything to it? Aren't we entitled to find 

some comfort, some happiness in each other?"



Scully closed her eyes briefly, stubbornly trying to remember all the 

arguments they had made for discretion.



"Our lives are so insane," he continued. "But when I'm with you, like 

this, I can leave it behind. For the first time, in so long, when I'm 

with you, inside of you, I feel loved and happy. I feel peaceful and 

warm."



He pressed his lips lightly against hers. "I feel safe." 



Scully wrapped her arms and legs around him with a small cry, trying 

to absorb him into her body.



"And I'm tired of pretending that I'm not in love with you when I am," 

he whispered.



Scully nudged his head up from where he had buried it against her neck 

and drew his lips down to hers. She teased his lips apart and slipped 

her tongue between them. Mulder rubbed his lips over hers, hot and 

hungry. Nibbling, sucking, biting until her mouth was red and swollen 

from his attentions.



Mulder's hands slipped between their bodies and under her T-shirt to 

knead her breasts. She curved her body up to his and slid her hand down 

to cup him through his jeans. Her tongue skimmed wetly down his throat 

and her lips settled against the pulse pounding there.



They pulled at each other's clothes and then he was poised above her, 

his arms shaking on either side of her head.



"I need to be inside of you," he moaned. "Now."



Scully replied by locking her legs around his waist and arching her 

hips toward his. She reached down and took him in her hand. She ran her 

thumb over the velvety smooth tip, spreading the droplet of moisture 

she discovered there. She kissed him fiercely, drawing his tongue into 

her hot, wet mouth at the same time that she drew him into the warm 

wetness of her body.



Mulder groaned and he slid deep until he was buried inside of her. He 

slipped his hands behind her back, arching her torso up and off of the 

pillows. He caught the nipple of one breast in his mouth, his teeth 

tugging at it lightly, lips and tongue soothing it wetly.



"Mulder!" she cried sharply and grasped fistfuls of his hair trying to 

push herself deeper into his mouth. At the same time she locked her 

ankles around his hips, using her feet to pull him deeper inside of her.



Mulder released her breast and braced himself over her on one elbow. He 

placed his other hand over her breast to feel the thundering beat of her 

heart. 



Scully ran her hands up and down his hips and then over the strong 

muscles of his back. His skin was glistening with sweat and her hands 

kept slipping as she struggled to meet his thrusts.



He rocked himself in and out of her and she clenched her inner muscles 

each time he withdrew. Mulder gasped at the friction and resistance 

offered by her body.



His thrusts became harder and more frantic and with each thrust he was 

forcing the breath out of Scully with a little grunt.  



Close. He was so close. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to wait 

for her for much longer. He reached between them with one hand. She was 

hot and slippery and with a few strokes of his fingers she came, her 

muscles convulsing and clenching around him.



He followed her seconds later as wave after wave of sensation broke 

over him.



He collapsed weakly on top of her, his body shaking and shuddering in 

her embrace. Scully threaded her fingers through his wet hair, trailing 

kisses down his cheek and jaw.



Mulder banded his arms tightly around her and nestled his hot face in 

her neck.



*********



He awoke the next morning, blinking in the soft, gray light that filled 

the room. Scully was a warm weight draped over his back. He stretched 

beneath her. Scully moaned and rolled off of him, burying her face in 

the pillows. Mulder trailed a line of kisses down her spine and she 

batted a hand at him sleepily.



"Quit it!" she mumbled.



He nibbled suggestively on her hip and she pushed him away.



"Knock it off!" she complained, drawing the blankets protectively 

around her waist. She was lying on her side now, curled in a ball, 

trying to go back to sleep.



Mulder tugged at her until she was lying on her back. He nuzzled one 

breast, nibbling, teasing the nipple into a firm peak. She cracked open 

one eye to watch as he drew his tongue across her breast in one long 

raspy stroke.



Scully dug her heels into the bed and reached over her head stretching 

until he could hear the tiny vertebrae of her back pop and crack. Sighing 

contentedly she scratched her fingernails along the base of his scalp. 

He rubbed the sandpapery roughness of his cheeks between her breasts. 

They lay quietly in each other's arms for several long moments. Finally, 

Scully pushed him away from her and stood next to the bed.



"Where are you going?" he rasped.



"Shower," she mumbled. He watched admiringly as she walked around the 

bed. Her skin still retained a faint pink blush from their exertions 

during the prior evening.



Mulder bounded out of bed after her, curving one hand over her hip as 

he followed her toward the bathroom.



Scully stopped and spun toward him, bracing one hand against his chest.



"Alone," she stated firmly. She tugged at his shoulders until he was 

facing the door to his room. She gave him a tiny push in the right 

direction.



"Scully," he whined plaintively.



"Mulder, there's no time. We have to meet the Sheriff in 45 minutes to 

write up our final report."



He sighed theatrically and stomped his way to the connecting door.



"But Mulder." He stopped at the sound of her husky voice. "When we get 

back, we're gonna take a vacation. Just a little time to be alone. 

Together."



He smiled and turned back toward his room.



"Mulder?"



He turned toward her again.



"I love you," she told him.



"Love you too," he replied. She smiled and he turned again to leave.



"Oh and Mulder?" When he turned to face her once more, she had her back 

pressed up against her bathroom door, one hand clenched around the 

doorknob.



He tilted his head questioningly at her, waiting.



"I love you, Mulder," she repeated. "And I'm going to spend the rest of 

my life making sure that you know that you are loved, that you feel 

peace and joy. And I will protect you and keep you safe."



She nodded sharply and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door 

firmly behind her.



Mulder blinked and stared at the spot where she had been standing. 

Suddenly a broad grin broke out over his face. She never failed to 

surprise him.  He wondered if the day would come that she ever would. 

He smiled softly. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life 

finding out.



The End



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