Title:  Want & Need II (2 of 2)
Author:  Tess
e-mail:  tnv099@aol.com
Distribution:  Please ask first.
Spoilers:  Brief ones for several S7 eps
Rating:  NC-17
Content:  SAR
Keywords:  MSR
Summary:  Continuation of the story


Title:  Want & Need II (2 of 2)
Author:  Tess


They went home and back to work.  And now, weeks 
after Mulder had vowed to prove himself to her, 
Scully was becoming more comfortable with his 
increasingly affectionate behavior.  While he stopped 
short of holding her hand on the job, he touched her 
frequently and she was constantly aware of his eyes 
following her tenderly.

Scully entered the basement office and was leaning 
her hips against his desk while Mulder filled her in on 
the details of what would be their latest excursion to 
California.  His hand settled on her thigh with an 
easy familiarity, his fingers slipping under the hem of 
her skirt to whisper across her nylon-clad leg.  He did 
not falter in his recitation of the facts of the case and 
she enjoyed his touch even as she argued against 
the dubious merits of said case.

When they wound up in California, despite her 
protests, and she was trying to wash yellow paint 
from her face and out of her hair, she was not 
surprised when Mulder followed her into the ladies 
room.

"Did I mention how great you look in black leather?" 
he asked as he stalked her across the room.  
Backing her up against the cold tile wall, he swooped 
down, covering her mouth with his own.  His lips 
moved fiercely over hers, his tongue plunging into 
her mouth as he cupped her hips in both hands, 
rubbing the hard plastic of his suit against hers.  
Scully grabbed his arms, her nails digging into his 
biceps.  While she had found the virtual reality game 
to be ridiculous and childish not to mention incredibly 
dangerous, she had to admit that she was turned on 
by Mulder's reaction to her participation in the game.  
Not to mention, her reaction to his appearance in 
that skin-tight outfit.  She had been seriously 
considering pushing him down onto the bathroom 
floor.  Byers' voice in the hallway put an effective 
damper on her ardor.

"We'll continue this when we get home," he rasped 
into her ear.

**********

Scully found herself in a near constant state of 
suppressed arousal.  Mulder kept her off balance, 
one minute passionately crushing her up against the 
nearest flat surface, the next minute tenderly holding 
her hand.  Arguing with him over a case left her 
frustrated on two levels now as she was torn 
between a desire to smack some sense into him or 
kiss him senseless.

One night he would show up at her apartment with a 
video and a bottle of wine and they would sit on the 
sofa comfortably wrapped up in each other's arms 
enjoying the movie.  The next night she would find 
herself flat on her back, Mulder's busy hands under 
her sweater caressing her breasts, his mouth moving 
restlessly across her face and nipping at her throat.

When he wasn't subjecting her to a sensual barrage, 
he was wooing her with tender gestures and late 
night phone calls that served no other purpose than 
to allow him to hear her voice.

Friday nights often found them in a coffee shop, 
sipping lattes, each of them engrossed in a book or 
newspaper, or perhaps, studying a case file.  One 
night, Scully looked up from her book to see him 
deeply engrossed in a supermarket tabloid.  He was 
smiling delightedly over one of the articles and lifted 
laughing eyes to her to share his amusement.  Scully 
hooked her heels onto the rungs of her stool and 
leaned all the way across the table, removing his 
glasses and pulling his face to hers.  Her lips moved 
softly over his and she caught his lower lip between 
her teeth, nibbling gently.  She slowly drew back and 
her eyes lingered on his mouth.

Desire quickly shot through Mulder.  He had her 
bundled into her coat and had rushed her back to her 
apartment before she could even blink.  Once inside 
the darkened living room, Mulder pulled her beneath 
him on the sofa.  His mouth sought hers hungrily, his 
lips moving over hers in a deep, passionate kiss.  A 
groan welled in her throat as his lips rubbed over 
hers.   Scully's hands roamed restlessly over his 
back before she wedged them between their bodies, 
struggling to push his heavy overcoat off his 
shoulders.

Mulder reluctantly lifted his head.  He wanted 
desperately to stay.  He struggled to hold onto his 
increasingly fragile self-control.  Scully's ardent 
response to his touch left him with little doubt that 
she was eager to resume exploring a physical 
relationship with him.  But he needed a little more 
time to be certain that she was convinced of the 
depth of his need for her not only physically, but also 
emotionally.  Pleased with the direction their 
relationship had taken, Mulder had been careful over 
the last several weeks not to jeopardize things by 
rushing her.  He needed her to let him know that she 
was ready in all ways, to take the next step. He 
pressed a lingering kiss against her swollen lips and 
smoothed a shaking hand over her mussed hair.   He 
withdrew from her painfully, heading home to 
another cold shower, leaving her frustrated and 
aching.

*********

He was furious.  Just what the hell was she thinking, 
going off with Spender like that?  He stared fixedly at 
the television, the images jumping before his eyes as 
his thumb jabbed brutally at the remote control.  
Frustrated, Mulder threw the remote across the room 
where it shattered against the wall.  Standing, he 
began pacing the length of his apartment.

What had she been thinking? he raged.  He had 
never known her to do anything as incredibly stupid 
as to put herself in the custody of Spender.  To trust 
him with her life!  The mere thought made his blood 
boil.  Steadfastly refusing to recall the destroyed look 
on her face when that disk had turned up empty, he 
yanked his jacket from its hook and headed for his 
car.

*********

When she didn't answer her door, he used his keys 
to let himself in.  Oh no, Scully, he thought.  I'm not 
going to let you hide from me.  Stepping across the 
threshold, the apartment seemed empty at first 
glance.  A strange noise led him down the hallway.

The door to the bathroom was half closed.  He 
pushed it back to find Scully hunched over the toilet, 
her slim body wracked by dry heaves.  She lifted 
bruised eyes to his before another spasm shook her.

Mulder dropped to his knees and rested his hand 
soothingly on her back.  After several long minutes, 
the spasms stopped and Mulder helped her stand.  
He stood close by while Scully brushed her teeth 
several times and silently handed her a paper cup 
filled with mouthwash.  He pulled a fresh towel and 
washcloth out of her linen closet.

"Take a hot shower," he suggested.  "You'll feel 
better."

Closing the bathroom door behind him, he went into 
the kitchen, setting the kettle onto the stove and 
pulling out mugs and tea bags.  His rage had 
dissipated in the face of her desolation.

Scully padded into the kitchen on bare feet, her wet 
hair dripping onto the oversized sweatshirt she was 
hiding in.  Mulder led her into the living room and 
settled onto the sofa next to her.  They sipped their 
tea in uncomfortable silence.  Lifting her feet onto the 
sofa, she rested her chin on her knees and nervously 
played with the fraying cuff of her jeans.  

She licked her lips and chanced a glance at him.  
Mulder was staring sightlessly into his mug.  He had 
refused to make eye contact with her ever since she 
had returned home from her disastrous trip.  The ride 
back to his apartment from Spender's empty office 
had been made in painful silence and he had 
climbed out of her car and walked into his building 
without ever looking back.

Stupid, she thought.  How could I have been so 
stupid, so trusting as to go off with that bastard?  
She had risked her life, and worse, had risked 
everything that she and Mulder had been building 
together these last few months.  Scully fought back 
another wave of nausea as the bitter bile of regret, 
humiliation and self-recrimination threatened to rise 
again in her throat.  She took a sip from her mug, 
allowing the familiar warmth of the tea to spread 
through her body.

"Stupid.  Stupid.  Stupid," she whispered, burying her 
face against her knees.

"Not stupid."  She jumped when his warm hand 
settled on the top of her foot.  "Not stupid," he 
repeated.  "Hopeful, I think.  Desperate, maybe."  He 
shrugged, meeting her gaze for the first time all day.  
"Strangely naive in this instance, and for the most 
skeptical woman I've ever met, oddly trusting."

"I never trusted him," she sniffed.  "But I did want to 
believe him."

Mulder nodded, his thumb moving rhythmically over 
her instep.  "If he knew the disk was blank, what was 
he hoping to accomplish?" he wondered.

Scully chewed on her bottom lip.  "I think maybe, he 
was hoping to destroy your trust in me," she said 
slowly.

Mulder's hand tightened convulsively on her foot.  
"Never," he declared.  "Never."  He studied her tense 
features and knew that his reaction upon her return 
had played a large role in the devastation he had 
seen in her eyes.  He struggled to find the words to 
explain.

"Nothing will ever shake my trust in you, Scully," he 
vowed.  "I may question the wisdom of your actions, 
but my faith in you will never be broken."

He took a deep breath.  "I was afraid.  When I 
realized whom you were with, I was scared 
senseless that you would be hurt or killed and that I 
wouldn't be there to protect you."  He shook his head 
and wrapped his hand possessively around her 
ankle.  "When you walked into my apartment this 
afternoon, I didn't know if I wanted to shake you or 
kiss you..." Tears sprang to his eyes and he dropped 
his chin against his chest.

Scully set down her mug, crawled across the sofa 
and flung herself into his lap, wrapping her arms and 
legs around him.  

"Mulder," she cried.  "I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."  

Her lips roved over his face, sipping at the tears that 
were spilling down his cheeks.  She cupped his face 
in her small hands, pressing her lips to his in a 
succession of short kisses. "I'm sorry," she 
whispered between kisses.

Mulder groaned and tangled his finger in her hair, 
holding her still. Her lips met his again and this time 
lingered.  Her tongue teased the corners of his 
mouth before slipping inside to taste him.  Pulling 
away, she caught the hem of his sweater in her 
hands and tugged it over his head.  She trailed a line 
of kisses along his throat.  Mulder moaned softly 
when she slid from his lap to kneel between his legs.  
Her hands trailed over his collarbones, across his 
chest and down his arms.  Scully tangled her fingers 
with his as she leaned forward to rasp her tongue 
across a flat nipple.

Mulder twisted his hands away from her and he 
trailed his fingers along the line of her jaw as she 
continued to press open-mouthed kisses over his 
heart.  He caught her under the elbows and pulled 
her back up onto the sofa.  Stripping her sweatshirt 
from her, he urged her to lie down.  He cupped one 
breast in his hand, his thumb brushing over the 
nipple in a gentle caress.  

Mulder settled his body over hers, pressing her 
deeper into the cushions, burying his mouth against 
her throat, trailing kisses along her jaw before 
covering her mouth with his once again.

Scully groaned and wrapped her legs around his.  
He began rocking his hips against hers, whispering 
her name over and over.

"Wait...Mulder," she wiggled one hand between their 
bodies.  Mulder whimpered as she cupped him 
through his jeans and he pushed his hips forward 
into her hand.  

He sat up again and she followed.  Her head was 
bent over his lap as she concentrated on unfastening 
the button fly of his jeans.  Mulder hissed out a 
breath as her hair brushed over the sensitive flesh of 
his belly.  He stroked one hand down the satiny skin 
of her back before reaching around to tease the tip of 
her breast with his fingers.

She had undone three of his buttons and began to 
slide nimble fingers under the elastic waist of his 
boxer.  Before she could make contact with his eager 
flesh, he manacled both of her wrists with his hands.  
She tried to pull free, but his grip was firm.

Scully lifted questioning eyes to his.  He was shaking 
his head at her.

"Mulder," she panted.  "I know you've been waiting, 
trying to prove something to me.  But Mulder, you 
don't have to prove anything to me.  I want you, 
Mulder.  Please."

He closed his eyes, shivering as she whispered the 
last against his ear, but he did not lessen his grip on 
her wrists.

"What do I have to say to make you understand?" 
she asked.  "I love you, Mulder.  I've loved you for so 
long, but these last few months, I've realized that I'm 
crazy, head over heels in love with you.  Please, 
Mulder.  Don't make me wait any longer!"

He shuddered.  He realized he had been waiting his 
entire life for her to say those words to him.  He 
wanted to throw her down onto the coffee table and 
bury himself so deeply inside of her that he wouldn't 
know where he ended and she began.  She was 
pressing tiny kisses along his jaw and cheeks, 
nibbling at his lips all the while whispering, "Please, 
Mulder, please."

He shook his head no again and she began to 
struggle to free herself.  She strained away from his 
grip, but he held her tight.

"You've been torturing me for months!" she cried as 
she twisted her wrists, trying to slip loose.  "Touching 
me!  Kissing me!"  Her breaths were coming in 
sobbing pants as she finally yielded to his firm grasp.

Mulder gathered her close, freeing her wrists.  He 
ran his hands soothingly along her spine, whispering 
words of love to her.  She slumped against him, 
twining her arms around his neck, bathing his 
shoulder with her tears.

"Scully," he turned his face and pressed a kiss 
against her temple.  "I want to make love to you so 
badly right now."

She lifted her head.  "Well, then why..."

He kissed her lightly.  "The first time we made love 
was borne out of grief, fear, anger..." His voice trailed 
off and he kissed her shoulder as he gathered his 
thoughts carefully.

"When we make love again, I don't want it to be 
because of other people.  My mother.  Spender. It 
should only be about you and me."

Scully studied him silently.

"I love you, Scully."  He shrugged and smiled.

She nodded gravely.  "Soon?" she asked.

"Soon," he promised, sealing the deal with a kiss.

************

Scully snatched up her ringing cellphone.  "Scully."

"Hey, Scully.  Listen, would you say that you are my 
significant other?" he asked.

"Mulder?" she frowned at the telephone.  "Are you 
asking me to go *steady*?"

He laughed as he threw his bag into his car.

"Mulder, where are you?"

He slid behind the wheel.  "I'm at the airport," he told 
her, starting the car.  "I'll be home in thirty minutes.

************

She watched for him from her window and waved as 
he walked toward her building.  She was standing 
inside the open door of her apartment when he 
stepped out of the elevator.  

Mulder dropped his bag onto the floor and pushed 
the door shut with his foot.  He took one step forward 
and caught her in his arms, lifting her off the floor.  
Scully wrapped her arms around him, trying to 
absorb him into her body.  She took his face 
between her hands and lowered her mouth to his, 
kissing him hungrily.

"I missed you," she gasped when he tore his mouth 
from hers.  He gently bit her earlobe; his tongue 
worrying the diamond earring she wore.  She pulled 
his mouth back to hers, moaning as his hands slid 
under her blouse to cup her breasts.  Scully strained 
up on her toes, rubbing her body against him, her 
tongue tangling with his.

Mulder broke off the kiss and grabbed her hands in 
his, lifting them to his mouth.  Peering up at her, he 
turned her hands over, and traced his tongue along 
the faint blue lines of the veins running beneath the 
delicate skin on the inside of her wrists.

Scully whimpered and threw a glance over her 
shoulder toward the bedroom.  Looking back at 
Mulder, she sighed with relief as he nodded.   He 
reversed his grip on her hands again, so that their 
fingers were tangled together and led her into the 
bedroom.

Mulder stopped beside the bed and turned to face 
her.  He lifted his fingers to her cheeks and pressed 
a whisper-soft kiss to her lips.  Lowering his hands, 
he slid each button of her blouse free and pushed 
the crisp cotton off her shoulders.  

His tongue left a wet trail across the tops of her 
breasts as he reached behind her to fiddle with the 
clasp of her bra.  He drew the straps down her arms 
and dropped it onto the floor alongside her blouse.  
The warm, spring sun danced over her body and he 
lowered his mouth to take the tip of one breast 
between his lips.  Scully groaned and arched up into 
his touch.  He wrapped one strong arm around her 
waist and cupped her other breast in his free hand, 
his thumb playing with the nipple, while his mouth 
teased the first.  

He switched his attention to her other breast and slid 
his arm below her hips, arching her pelvis into his.  
Scully's legs trembled and she sagged against his 
firm grasp.  She tried to pull him down onto the bed, 
but he wouldn't be rushed.

Mulder released her breast, swirling his tongue one 
more time around the swollen peak.  Dropping to his 
knees, he buried his face against her belly, trailing 
moist kisses across her smooth skin.  His fingers 
found the zipper of her jeans and he slowly lowered 
it.  Popping the button open, he peeled back the 
material and pressed his mouth against the silky 
fabric of her panties.  His tongue slipped playfully 
under the elastic waist.  Scully shivered and bent low 
over his back, her fingers scrabbling to pull the hem 
of his T-shirt out of his jeans.  She tugged the shirt 
over his head and lowered herself over him again, 
her nails scraping softly across his shoulders.   

Mulder cupped her through the damp cotton of her 
panties and she cried out as he pressed his thumb 
against her.  He helped her step out of her clothes 
and turned his head to press a soft kiss to the inside 
of her thigh.  Her hand flailed out to grab onto the 
footboard of the bed as he lifted her leg over his 
shoulder.  He nuzzled the damp curls between her 
legs.  She clenched her fingers in his hair as his 
tongue slipped out and over her, into her.  Mulder 
wrapped one forearm around the thigh draped over 
his shoulder.  His other hand trailed light patterns 
over her hip, before he wrapped his arm around her, 
supporting her suddenly weak knees.  

Drawing back, he eased her foot onto the floor.  
Standing up, he towered over her.  "Get into bed," he 
ordered.  Scully scrambled back onto the mattress 
watching wide-eyed as he stripped out of his clothes.  

He slid into bed alongside her, his hand sweeping 
her from breast to knee.  He closed one hand around 
her jaw as his mouth sought hers.  His tongue 
plunged deep within her mouth as his fingers dipped 
between her legs.  Scully moaned into their kiss, her 
hips arching into his touch.  She gasped loudly when 
he lowered his mouth to her breast, his tongue 
rasping across the hardened tip.  He trailed moist 
lips down to the soft swell of her stomach.

Scully trembled when he settled between her legs 
again.  His tongue darted out to lap at her and he 
pressed the palm of his hand against her stomach, 
pushing her hips back onto the mattress.  His tongue 
danced over her, licking, suckling, nibbling.  Her hips 
rose and fell under his onslaught.  Her legs tingled 
and tensed in anticipation of her impending orgasm 
when he lifted his head.

"No!  Don't...oh.   Mulder, don't...stop," she cried.

"Shhh," he soothed, sliding up her body.  He slipped 
one thigh between hers, pressing up hard between 
her legs.  She rocked her hips against him furiously.

"Okay," he whispered.  "Okay."  He stretched his 
body over hers.  He locked his fingers with hers, 
stretching their arms up over her head.  Scully 
arched up from the mattress, pressing her belly into 
his, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

Mulder reached down and guided her legs around 
him.  Scully settled the soles of feet along the back 
of his legs, her thighs hugging his hips.  

He released her hands, stroking the damp hair from 
her forehead with one hand.

"I love you," he whispered as he guided himself to 
her.  He pushed deep in one continuous stroke.  
Scully bit her lip and wiggled her hips, causing him to 
slide even deeper.  Mulder groaned and dropped his 
forehead onto her shoulder.

He pulled back quickly and then slowly, so slowly 
sank back into her.  Scully lifted her feet and 
wrapped her legs around his back as he began to 
increase his pace.  Her hips lifted to meet each 
thrust.  Mulder could feel the tension rippling through 
him.  He was determined to wait for her this time.  He 
pulled away from her and she cried out at the loss.  
He rolled onto his back and drew her up astride him.  
He grasped her hips in his strong hands as she 
braced herself against his chest and positioned her 
body over his.  Taking a deep breath, she lowered 
herself onto him.

Mulder twisted his head on the pillow, swearing softly 
as he felt his orgasm bearing down on him.  Scully 
was biting her lip, laboring above him to find her own 
release.  He pulled her forward so that her arms 
were braced on either side of his head and he lifted 
his mouth to suckle her breast.  The change in angle 
necessitated a more shallow penetration and Mulder 
was able to stave off his orgasm.  He slipped one 
hand between their bodies, gathering up the 
moisture he found there and slicked it over the tiny 
bud between her legs.  She rocked feverishly against 
his fingers.  Her breathing was choppy and she was 
sobbing his name with every breath.

Scully's legs were shaking, and she was finding it 
harder to support her own weight.  Mulder wrapped 
strong fingers around her thighs as he pushed 
himself deep within her again.  She fell forward, 
muffling her scream against his shoulder as her body 
convulsed around his.  Mulder grasped her hips, 
pounding himself into her two, three more times 
before finding his own release, his body emptying 
itself into her.

************

The room was in shadows when he awoke.  Scully 
was asleep on her stomach, her cheek resting 
against her arms curled beneath her.  Mulder 
propped himself on one elbow and trailed his index 
finger along the line of her back.  

"Mmmm," she sighed, rolling over.  Mulder dipped 
his head to dust tiny kisses over her belly.  Scully 
arched her back, stretching her arms over her head 
sleepily.  She smiled contentedly and he crawled up 
to drape himself over her.  She kissed him languidly.  
Lazily.

"Happy?" he asked in a thick voice.

"Worth every minute of the wait," she told him.

The End

End Notes:

Thanks as always to Aly for maintaining a website for 
my stories and to Char for her beta, suggestions and 
much appreciated good counsel.

Several people asked me to finish this story.  I hope 
it resolved things to their (and your) satisfaction.  I 
also hope you'll let me know what you thought at:  
tnv099@aol.com

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