TITLE: The First Time
AUTHOR:  Hannah Mason
CATEGORY: SR, a dash of A, liberal amounts of H
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY:  Just when Scully has the Big Moment all scripted,
Mulder throws her for a loop with a startling new sex toy.
General lechery ensues.
ARCHIVE: I'd be honored; just let me know where I can come
to visit.
DISCLAIMER:  Alas, Mulder & Scully belong to a bunch of
people who, although terribly clever, never seem to let them
have any fun.  And fun is all I'm gettin' out of this, so
hold the lawsuits.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This is a sequel/companion piece to The Last
Time & The Next Time, but also works okay as a stand alone.

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

Over the course of six years, Fox Mulder had systematically
turned over every one of my neat, orderly crates of mental
information.

I should have known the sex would not be any different.

While I lay around my apartment recuperating from my
injuries, I had plenty of time to think about it, and I
played out each scenario in wonderfully graphic detail.
From the first brush of skin to the last panting breath, I
had constructed hundreds of first times for me and Mulder.
We had done it in the office behind the filing cabinets,
tongues entwined the entire time to stifle every tell-tale
sound of pleasure.  We had done it at my apartment, at his
apartment, and in the car half-way in between. I had seduced
him in the ladies' room at Casey's, he had fucked me in the
elevator of his apartment building.  Both times we had just
unzipped and pushed aside the necessary clothing in our
frantic rush toward blinding ecstasy.  Sometimes we drew it
out for hours as we lingered over every touch, delaying
orgasm until the need for release became nearly unbearable.
Once I even knelt down in the shower, the hot water pulsing
needles down my back as I took him in my mouth and sucked
him until he came.
 
In the recesses of my mind, we had done it in just about
every conceivable position, every imaginable locale.  Which
one would it be for real?  The anticipation was slowly
driving me insane.

It had been a very looooooong three weeks for the two of us.
The joy of finally being honest about the nature of our
feelings for one another had been matched only by the
tortuous agony of being unable to act upon them.  My cracked
ribs and dislocated elbow put the kibosh on any sort of
heavy breathing, so we had tacitly agreed to keep our
distance from one another lest things get out of hand.

Instead we'd spent the evenings of my convalescence on my
couch, trying desperately to focus on a movie plot rather
than each other.  Mulder had been uncommonly solicitous,
offering to fetch and carry at every turn.  And I must
confess that I took shameful advantage of his kind offers,
since I'd frequently found myself requesting more tea or an
extra pillow just for the pleasure of watching him move
across the room.  Judging from the number of times he
managed to have to bend over to slooooowly retrieve items
from the floor, however, I think he may have figured me out.

Tonight the waiting was at last going to be over.  My
follow-up visit to the hospital had gone exceptionally well,
with my ribs having been declared nearly healed, and I was
down to just an ace bandage on my elbow.  I didn't wait to
call Mulder with the good news, instead phoning him at work
directly from the out-patient parking lot.  Maybe I could
convince him to take off early.

"Mulder, it's me."  I didn't bother to keep the smile out of
my voice.

"Hey, Scully.  How'd it go?"  I was pleased to hear an
answering smile.

"Just fine.  I have to continue the physical therapy with my
arm for another few weeks, but everything checked out okay.
I'm cleared to go back to work."

"Hmmm...back to work, huh?"  I could almost hear the gears
of his mind turning my words over and over. When he finally
spoke, his voice had dropped to a sexy murmur.  "So, what I
hear you telling me, Agent Scully, is that you're up for
strenuous physical activity again?"

Oh yes.  Yesyesyes.  And the sooner the better.  "Uh-huh," I
breathed into the phone.

"There isn't some test you have to pass first?  You know, to
make sure you're really up to it?  I wouldn't want you to
over-tax yourself before you're ready."

Ready?  Was he kidding??? I had passed ready about three and
a half years ago.  "No, Mulder, there's no test.  The doctor
just signed some forms."

"Um, okay."  There was just a hint of worry in his voice and
for the first time I realized he really was still concerned
about my injuries.  No no no.  None of that tonight.  I
tried again to let him know that I was okay.

"You know, Agent Mulder, if for some reason you're not
satisfied with the doctor's assessment, we could discuss the
matter of my...physical capabilities at my place.  Say in an
hour?"

My answer was a muffled moan.  "Sounds like it would be a
stimulating discussion, Agent Scully.  But I can't make it
just yet."

"What?  What do you mean `you can't make it'?"  My voice was
overly-loud for the inside my car, but I couldn't help it.

"I have four more sets of triplicates to fill out before I
leave or Skinner will triplicate my ass," he sighed
mournfully.  "I'm just not as fast at filling this stuff out
as you, Scully."

I briefly contemplated going in and giving him a hand.
Hmmm...the up-against-the-filing-cabinet scenario might be a
viable possibility after all.

"No, Scully."  Mulder's words brought me to my senses.  Damn
the man for reading my mind.  "You come in here and not only
will this crap will never get filled out, but Skinner might
end up with something more...eye-catching...than paperwork
to complain about."

"Okay, okay."  I took a deep, shuddering breath.  "So when?"

"How's midnight?"

"Midnight?  Mulder, a three-toed sloth could have the
paperwork filled out by then."

"Yeah, I know.  But I'm going to have to run home first to
change, and then there's something else I have to pick up."

Pick up?  What could he possibly have to pick up at this
point?  Oh.  "Mulder, I have those."

"Huh?" he said, then a moment's pause while he got my drift.
"Oh, Scully..." he laughed. "Though it gladdens my heart to
know I have an ever-prepared partner, I'm pretty certain
that you don't have one of what I need to pick up."

Okay, now I was suspicious.  "Mulder, what exactly do you
have in mind for this evening?"

"Uh, it's probably better if I explain as we go, Scully.
I'm not sure words could do it justice."

"Go?" I echoed.  "Are we *going* somewhere at midnight,
Mulder?"

"It's not a school night," he countered.

There was silence as I tried to figure out just what this
latest twisted plan was that he had concocted without
consulting me.

"It'll be fun," he insisted after a moment.  "Trust me."

"When do I not?"  I sighed, resigning myself to the idea
that it would be at least twelve hours before I got to slake
my Mulderthirst.  He could tell that I'd relented.

"Great!" he chortled.  "I'll pick you up at midnight."

"Fine," I said as I prepared to hang up the phone.  His
voice stopped me.

"Oh, and Scully..."

"Hmmm?"

"Wear something dangerous."

I stared at the phone with the niggling feeling that maybe
tonight was not going to be anything like I'd ever imagined.
My pulse picked up and I checked the clock on the dash.

Eleven hours, fifty eight minutes and counting.

**********************************************************
At ten thirty-seven, I stood in front of my closet clad in
my terry cloth robe, scrutinizing every article of clothing
that I owned for something that might be considered remotely
dangerous.

Nothing immediately leapt out at me, and I sighed.  My job
might be dangerous, but my wardrobe was strictly sensible.
I was going to have to make do with very limited resources.

Fortunately, I have a black-belt in resourcefulness.

By eleven forty-five, I was appraising my handiwork in the
bedroom mirror.  Not too bad, I decided as I raked my
reflection from head to toe.  I had paired my shortest black
skirt with thigh-high black stockings to great effect.  And
while the midnight-blue sleeveless silk shell might not have
ordinarily been labeled "dangerous", when worn without a bra
it certainly couldn't be considered conservative.  My usual
three inch heels were in the form of velvet pumps this
evening, and I had even gone as far as to paint my
fingernails dark red.  My hair, having dried naturally, now
careened around my face in untamed copper waves.  Does wild
equal dangerous? I wondered.

I finished my make-up and checked my watch one more time.
Two minutes to go.  I studied myself critically, trying to
look with Mulder's eyes.

With a last sudden inspiration, I slipped the watch band
from my wrist and snapped in its place a black leather
bracelet with silver studs that had been part of a gag-gift
from Melissa for my thirtieth birthday. Okay, now I was
ready.

He knocked on my door at precisely 12 am.  I'm the anti-
Cinderella, I thought.  I *leave* for the ball at midnight.
I ran my hands over my hips, smoothing my skirt one last
time as I moved to answer the door.  There's nothing to be
nervous about, I told myself.  It's just Mulder.

Then I opened the door and I knew I had been right to be
nervous.

Clad in black jeans, white tee-shirt, leather jacket and a
smile, my partner was the incarnation of dangerousness.
"Hi," he breathed softly.

My lips parted but no sound came out.

He stepped forward and leaned one arm high against the
doorway, invading my personal space in a way that caused my
heart to pound like a subway train.  "I'm going to start
suggesting outfits for you more often, Scully," he said, his
eyes holding mine.  "You look incredible."

"I...uh.."  How was I supposed to think when he was standing
so close to me I could feel warm layer of air that clung to
his skin?  "Uh...so do..so do you."  At last, some
benevolent deity had returned my power of speech.

We stared at each other some more until he gave me a slow,
lazy smile and jangled some keys before my eyes.  "Can I
interest you in a ride?"

I tried to focus my thoughts away from his heat, his scent,
long enough to play the role I dressed for.  "I don't know,"
I told him with an arched eyebrow.  "I've heard that a girl
can get into trouble riding with strangers in fast cars."

He eyed me speculatively from head to toe before answering.
"You seem like you could handle yourself okay.  And I
promise not to do anything you don't want."

I cocked my head at him.  "Promise to do everything I *do*
want and you've got yourself a deal."

"I think I would enjoy that considerably," he replied with a
small smile.

I swallowed hard.  Maybe we were going for fantasy number
four hundred and sixty-seven this evening.  That wouldn't be
so bad for the first time.

He waggled his keys again and I grabbed my purse.  The
sooner we got this drive out of the way, the sooner we could
get to the Main Event.  Because although I was pretty
flexible about which direction we were going to take that
evening, I was *not* going to make love to Mulder for the
first time in a government-issued Taurus.

"Still not going to tell me where we're going?" I asked as
we exited the building.

"It's not the where, Scully.  It's the how."

Oh God, please don't let him have rented a motorcycle. I was
*so* not dressed for that.  I scanned the vehicles parked in
the immediate vicinity and thankfully, did not see a Harley
anywhere.  But neither did I see the Taurus.

"Umm..Mulder?"

"It's around the corner.  C'mon."  He grabbed my hand and
tugged gently.

He tensed a bit as we neared the corner, and in retrospect I
can understand why.  I had been fooling myself when I
thought that I had covered every angle, every circumstance,
that might lead up to my first sexual encounter with Fox
Mulder.  No amount of forethought or imagination could have
prepared me for the sight that greeted me from the curb.  I
couldn't have been more surprised if he had flown to
Georgetown in a genuine UFO.  No, it was definitely *not* a
motorcycle.

It was The Batmobile.

***********************************************************
I stood frozen, gaping at the car, drinking in its sleek
contours and prominent fins.

"So...do you, uh, like it?" he asked with a slight cough.

"Mulder, where on earth did you get this?"

"Uh...Lariat?"

I shook my head and shot him The Look.  "Mulder..."

He walked over and tapped his fingers lightly on the hood,
silent for a long moment.  "I had it made," he said finally.
"I had it designed and constructed about 10 years ago."

I still hadn't moved.  I couldn't.  Not while my mind was
still reeling.  "Mulder, may I inquire as to why you spent
what was probably an ungodly amount of money on a
reconstruction of The Batmobile?"

He glanced at me, brow furrowed.  "You hate it, don't you?"

"No, I don't hate it.  I just don't understand it.  Maybe if
you tried explaining it to me..."

He shrugged and gave a brief, self-conscious laugh.  "I'm
not sure I *can* explain it, Scully."

"Try," I suggested gently.

He was quiet again.  "All right, I'll explain while we
drive.  Okay?"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked at the car
skeptically.  "It actually runs?"

"Does it ever." He smiled for the first time since we'd
rounded the corner.  Then he opened one long, black door.
"Hop in."

I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath.
Dangerous, remember?  I told myself. That's the theme of the
evening.  I repeated it internally like a mantra as I
awkwardly maneuvered my body into the impossibly low seat.

A few seconds later Mulder joined me, and as I double-
checked my seat-belt, the engine roared to life. We were
cruising down the backroads of D.C. in no time, headed out
of the city.

"So Mulder," I said after awhile.  "Do you often woo women
with superhero cars?"

"Scully, you should know by now that I don't often woo
women, period.  And even if I did, I don't think I would try
to add to my impressive reputation for bizarre behavior by
arriving at a woman's doorstep in this baby."

"So I'm here because..."  I trailed off expectantly.

"Because I figure by now there isn't anything I could do to
convince *you* of my sanity, Scully.  You've seen me drill
holes in my head.  How much further damage could a Batmobile
do?"

"This is true,"  I acknowledged with a single nod.
"However..."

"Yes, Scully?"

"Why the Batmobile, Mulder?  I just don't understand."

"Well, I tried for Wonderwoman's invisible jet but the specs
were kinda hard to nail down."

I was still too confused to laugh.

"Jeez, tough Batcar tonight," he muttered.

I waited him out, refusing to give in to his attempts to
gloss over emotion with humor.  I was beginning to sense
that this car was special to Mulder in a way that was deeply
personal, and that it was important to him that I
understood.  So I continued waiting as he pulled the car out
onto the highway.

"It's ridiculous, really," he said at last.  "It hardly made
sense at the time, much less so now."

"Did you watch the show?" I asked.

"Watch?" he echoed.  "I was like a druggie on IV heroin.  I
mean, I knew even at the time it was kind of...cheesy, but I
loved it anyway.  So did Samantha."

Ahhh, now we were getting somewhere.

"It was the one TV program we didn't argue about.  In fact,
we used to talk incessantly about what it would be like to
own the car.  I always said that I would build one someday."

"Your parents must have enjoyed that dream," I commented.

"Oh yeah, they laughed till I thought they'd split in two
the first time I mentioned it.  They spent ten minutes
explaining why it was impossible for a car to do the things
it did on TV.  But-and I know you're going to have a tough
time believing me on this one-I was stubborn as a kid.  I
argued with everyone, about everything, especially if
someone tried to tell me my ideas were ridiculous.  The more
impossible it was supposed to be, the more I wanted to try
to do it."

"This song does sound vaguely familiar," I said dryly.

He gave a half-smile.  "Dream the Impossible Dream," he
quoted.  "The Fox Mulder theme song."

"Anyway, one day I just decided to go ahead and do it," he
continued.  "So I cashed in some stocks and bonds, hunted
around for some guys willing to go along with my lunacy, and
a few months later, voila...I was the proud owner of one
Batmobile.

"Of course it doesn't have all the bells and whistles of the
original; you'd need a trick camera and a class of license
the DMV doesn't have for that one.  But it's damn close."

"It is pretty amazing," I told him softly as I looked around
at the black leather interior.

"I knew you'd come around eventually," he told me, his voice
rich with humor.  "Chicks always dig hot cars."

"I thought you said you'd never had a woman in here before."
I feigned a pique.

"Scully, you're the only person, male or female, who has
ever been in this car."

This surprised me, and unexpected tears pricked my eyes.  I
had been right in sensing that this was a big deal, I just
hadn't guessed how much.

"Why me?"  I blurted out.  "Why now?"

"Ummm...I guess because for me this car has always been
about making the impossible seem possible.  And you...well,
you do that for me, too. Especially now."

"Oh, Mulder."  I never in a million years would have thought
that being compared to the Batmobile would be the single
most incredible thing anyone ever said to me.  But there it
was.

He reached over and twined our fingers together, and I
brought his hand to my lips before returning it to my lap.
Goddamn, he could be sweet sometimes.

"Besides, it seems appropriate, don't you think?" he said
after a bit.  "Consider the parallels at work here:  Batman
and Robin were partners, fighting a sometimes successful
battle against the evil underbelly of Gothmam city,
sacrificing a normal life to further the cause of justice,
and it was all for the benefit of the clueless citizens who
never seemed to realize how imperiled their comfortable
little world really was."

God, he actually had a point.  I shivered.  "This doesn't
make me Robin, does it?  I really wouldn't look good in the
orange and yellow suit."

"No, I would much prefer you in the black latex Catwoman
wore."

I laughed, covering my eyes with my free hand.

"Come on, Scully, let me hear you 'Rrrowwwr'," he said, and
I laughed harder.

We fell into an easy silence then as Mulder powered the car
swiftly over the road.

"This must be the ultimate 'pull me over car'," I commented
after a number of miles.

"Why do you think I only take it out in the middle of the
night," he returned with a snort.  Then he looked at me
quizzically.  "Hey, you wanna try driving it?"

"Uh, no, I don't think..." I stopped suddenly.  I was
turning down an opportunity to drive *the Batmobile*?  Not
in this lifetime. "Yes," I said flatly. "Yes, I would."

He chuckled and pulled to the side of the road.  "I should
warn you," he said as we got out to switch places, "driving
a muscle car can bring out your more animal instincts."

He palmed me the keys and my skin pricked to attention all
at once.  "You'll have to live dangerously, then, won't
you?" I said lightly.

"Ooo...save me now," he said in mock-falsetto.  "I'm all
atingle."

We stood close, staring at one another, and for a fraction
of a second I thought he was going to kiss me.  But the
moment passed and I was suddenly itching to get behind the
wheel of that car.

"Mulder?" I said.

"Yes, Scully?"

I had to say it, I couldn't help myself.  "To the
Batmobile."

He grinned widely at me and we climbed back inside the
incredible car.

Mulder was so right, I thought as I watched the front end of
the car chew up the road in front me. The feeling of being
in control of such a powerful machine was exhilarating.  The
smooth leather of the steering wheel massaged my hands as I
steered the car rapidly through the night.  We had long left
the interstate and were now on some tree-lined country
backroad that wound and twisted.  I had no idea where we
were, and I didn't especially care.  Not when the car
beneath me was responding to my hands just as surely as I
was to Mulder's.

His hand had been warming the inside of my thigh since the
instant I got behind the wheel.  The faster I drove, the
higher his fingers crept.  Another 5 mph and he was going to
be caressing my bare skin.

I pressed just a little harder on the pedal.

"Mmmm...no, slow down," he murmured.  "There's a turn up
here we need to take."

A short time later we ran out of road at the top of a cliff,
so I was forced to stop the car.  We sat in silence for a
few seconds, then Mulder gave my thigh a squeeze. "We're
here."

"Come see," he said moving to get out of the car.  I nearly
cried out with loss when he withdrew his hand from beneath
my skirt. Soon, soon, I told myself as I exited the car and
went to join my partner by the cliff's edge.

The lights of D.C. glimmered far off, like candles on a
distant birthday cake.

"Nice view," I observed, since "take me now" seemed perhaps
too abrupt an opening.

"Yes, it is," he readily concurred.  When I turned my head I
realized he hadn't been looking at the skyline.  All right,
enough was enough.  I closed the distance between us with
only one step, reaching for his hand as I did so.

"Mulder...do you think you are ever going to kiss me?"

His eyes locked with mine and he nodded slowly.

"Tonight?"  I prodded.

He gave my hand an affectionate tug, his eyes glittering
with sudden amusement.  "Would you like to see the
itinerary, Agent Scully?" he teased softly.

"No, I'm just thinking that *someone* needs to get this
party started, and..."

He tugged harder this time and I fell rather ungracefully
against him.  We both let out a gasp at the delicious full-
body contact, each clutching the other tightly so that no
one had an opportunity to back away.  He inclined his head
to mine so that our foreheads touched; we were both
breathing unsteadily.

"Just so we're clear," he murmured, his breath warm against
my face.  "I plan on initiating that kiss in the next five
seconds."

I positioned my hand at the back of his neck and pushed
lightly.  "Too late," I breathed just before his mouth found
mine.

For a long moment we didn't move, content to merely press
our lips together lightly as the night sounds around us
faded away and the world shrunk to encompass just the two of
us.

Then I slid my hands beneath his leather jacket and the kiss
began in earnest.

His lips brushed my mouth, once, twice, before coming to
settle fully on mine.  It was a soft kiss at the start, as
our mouths met and clung gently but repeatedly.  We're
actually kissing!  I thought giddily.  After six
unbelievably long years I am finally kissing Fox Mulder and
it is incredible.

It rapidly became even more incredible as Mulder moved his
warm hands into my hair, angling my head just a bit so that
he could deepen our kiss. His tongue played along my bottom
lip and I immediately brought mine out to greet him with a
tiny, answering lick.

He nipped me gently. "Tease," he chided with a smile against
my mouth.  I smiled in answer and meshed our lips together
once more.  The kiss became hotter, wetter, as we set about
the task of learning each other's taste and texture.
Somewhere along the line I began to make tiny pleasure
noises I couldn't seem to control.

The sounds of my delight pushed Mulder further toward the
edge, and he moved his hands down my back to cup my ass,
pulling me even tighter against his lean length.  One long
leg worked itself between my thighs, causing my skirt to
slide upward several inches. I moaned my approval into the
kiss, and he responded by kneading the muscles in my rear-
end with the same rhythm his tongue was moving in and out of
my mouth. My body parts were all throbbing in unison now,
and I instinctively began to move against his hard thigh in
a desperate effort to soothe the ache between my legs.

He pulled his lips from mine and groaned softly into my
mouth.  "God, Scully, what are you trying to do to me here?"

At that precise moment, I was trying to get him to lose the
jacket, but my hands were shaking so hard it was difficult.

He took pity on me and shrugged out of the black leather,
allowing it to fall into an undignified heap on the ground.
Instantly, I pulled his tee-shirt free from its confines so
that I had access to bare Mulderskin.  It was soft, warm and
smooth beneath my fingertips.

Mine mine mine, I thought as I explored every silken
contour.

We kissed again with more passion and less finesse.  Mulder
began inching me backwards toward the car and a few moments
later I felt the hood against my lower back.  Before I had
time to get the picture, he'd hoisted me up so that I sat on
the edge of the car.  The height of the hood combined with
the slant of the earth beneath it had the effect of
equalizing our eye level.

Mulder nudged my legs apart and came to stand between them.
I kicked off my heels and locked my legs around his waist,
my hands reaching for the hem of his tee-shirt. "This has
been in my way for quite some time now," I told him as
pulled it up and off.  He smiled at me and wordlessly
repeated the action on my own top.

"Beautiful," he murmured as he bent to kiss my newly exposed
skin.  I moaned softly, twining my hands in his hair.  "So
beautiful," he repeated.  His hot mouth was trailing wet
kisses across my breast bone.  With gentle pressure, he
eased me back so I lay against the hood.  My nipples stood
out from arousal and the cool air, and I watched as he
licked first one and then the other until they grew
impossibly fat and hard.  Then he began to suckle and for
long moments I knew nothing but the feel of his mouth at my
breasts.  The night sky swam above me as I called out my
pleasure in breathy gasps.

When Mulder had had his fill, he eased back off my body,
pulling me upright as he moved.  I held him him full against
me, our nipples rubbing teasingly together as I captured his
mouth for our deepest kiss yet.  Once satisfied he wasn't
going to pull away, I worked my hand around to the hard
ridge at the front of his jeans.  I softly squeezed him and
smiled when he bucked against my hand.  I rubbed him gently
for a moment through the stiff fabric and felt a thrill go
through me as delight played across his face.

I moved to unfasten his pants, but it was difficult given
the angle I was working with.  Like the good partners that
we are, however, Mulder and I together managed to pop the
button on his jeans and tug the zipper down.  My small hand
was able to reach inside the tight confines of his pants to
find him hard and hot under the cotton of his boxers.

"God, Scully..that's so...god..."

It was nice to hear that I wasn't the only one who was
incoherent.

"Off," I suggested, pushing the waistband of his pants down
over his hips.

"Mmmm..off...off," he agreed as he moved to help me.

Together we tugged his jeans and boxers down past his knees.

I curled my fingers around his width and smiled at his
sudden intake of breath.  He was long and hard and
delicately curved in my hand.  He leaned down to rest his
forehead against mine and I could feel his breath hot on my
face, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly as if to
steady himself.  "Like this?" I asked softly as I began to
stroke him rhythmically up and down.

"Uh-huh.  Oh, yeah."

I paused briefly to lick my fingers, moistening them so that
I could quicken the pace of his pleasure.  His head fell
back as I rubbed him less gently, and I could see the
tendons standing out in his neck as he struggled to keep
control.  My free hand moved to caress the soft sacs of skin
beneath his cock.  I rolled them each in turn, then slipped
one finger in back of them to find the tender stretch of
skin located there.  I pressed inward, and the reaction I
received was intense and immediate.

Mulder groaned loudly through clenched teeth and abruptly
pulled away from my hands.

"Enough," he panted, eyes closed.  "I won't make it if we
keep going like that."

He clutched me tightly to his chest as his breathing slowed
just a bit.  "You're incredible," he said into my hair.
"Where did you learn to do that?"

I pulled back and gave him my most enigmatic smile.  "Med
school?"

He nuzzled my neck.  "And they say a hundred thousand dollar
education can't buy you anything useful these days..."

Well, Oxford must teach some pretty interesting courses,
too, because the next thing I knew Mulder was kissing me
again as he stroked me purposefully through my damp
underwear. Finally, he eased two fingers under the edge of
my panties, and I began to pant as he had moments ago.  The
gentle pads of his fingers caressing my tender, swollen
center was almost more than I could bear that this point.

"Off?" he questioned with a smile.

I nodded vigorously.

Mulder placed a light, open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of
my lower belly as he knelt to lower my underwear. The lace
edge of my panties rasped against my sensitized upper thighs
as he pulled the scrap of cloth down, down and then at last
completely off.

As his tongue began to trace swirling patterns by the
juncture of my hip and leg, I realized that my partner of
six years was about to go down on me while I writhed on top
the Batmobile.

Thank God.

My body jerked at the first touch of his tongue to my center
and his hands clamped down on my thighs to hold me still. He
sampled me with light, teasing licks that brought tears of
need to my eyes.

"Mul...der."

He hummed his answer against me and I nearly died with the
pleasure of it.  He gradually deepened the intimate kiss,
using his broad tongue to sweep my folds with increasing
pressure.

"Ah..oh!"  I cried out when he pushed inside.
Ummmmsogoodsogood.  I was starting to lose touch with
reality.

His grip on my thighs slackened as he grew more
concentrated, and my hips began to rise rhythmically to meet
the rough touch of his tongue.

"Muller, um...yes..yes.."  I was very close now.

Then abruptly his mouth left me and I moaned loudly, my
lower body twitching with the loss of contact.  He leaned
over and kissed me swift and hard.  "I want to see you," he
said, his wild eyes on mine as he slipped his hand between
my legs once more.  "I want to see you when it happens."
 
"Yes..." I agreed harshly.  Anything to have him touching me
again.   I arched as he reached one finger inside me and
pressed upward.

"Good?" he breathed against my face.

I grit my teeth and nodded.  Goodgoodgood.

I brought my heels up to rest on the hood so that I could
open myself fully to his touch.  He responded by pushing a
second finger inside me and circling my clit with light
pressure.

"I...oh..." My pelvis arched and jerked against his hand,
momentarily losing the rhythm.

He leaned down so his face hovered near mine, both of us
panting in unison.  "Don't fight it," he murmured.  "Let me
take you there, let me do it.  That's it."

His fingers moved in and out of my body with increasing
speed, matching the rhythm set by my hips.  The waves of
pleasure were crashing over me with increasing speed now,
and my vision began to blur.  Mulder braced himself on the
hood of the car with his free arm, his hand cupping my face
and brushing the hair from my eyes.  I turned my head to
lick his palm.

All the while his fingers worked inside me, driving me
closer and closer to sweet oblivion.  It was so close now I
could taste it.

"Mmmm...I want..oh..I need..."  I felt the edge but couldn't
quite make myself reach for it.  The swamping pleasure was
so intense that I was afraid to give myself over too
completely.

"It's okay," Mulder encouraged hoarsely.  "Let go, Scully.
I'm here, I'll catch you."

I focused on his face for as long as I could when my body
began to shake and tense.  Yesyesyes.  Finally.  The orgasm
held me in thrall for ages, repeatedly buffeting my body
with racking pleasure as I cried out from the sheer
intensity of feeling.

When I finally returned to myself, Mulder was pressed close
against me, murmuring words of love and praise into my ear.

"That was so unbelievably beautiful, Scully.  I can't tell
you how incredible that was."

"'S my line..." I corrected, still feeling like a spineless
mass of sensitive nerve endings.

Eventually I recovered enough to remember that we still had
unfinished business.  I felt around until I found him, still
hot and huge against my thigh.  He pushed himself roughly
into my hand.

"Mulder, it's time," I said, stroking him gently.  "Be in me
now."

He turned his head up to me.  "So soon?  You sure?"

"I'm sure.  No more waiting.  I want you inside me."

Instead of mobilizing him, my words seemed to bring him up
short.  He closed his eyes and rubbed his head against my
breasts.  "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you
say that," he told me in a choked voice.

I gave him an impulsive hug.  "Then let's not wait any
longer," I urged, maneuvering him into place.

"Wait, wait..."

Now what?

He ducked down and momentarily disappeared from my view,
returning with a triumphant grin and a foil packet in hand.
"Forgot the party favors," he murmured, and I smiled.

I watched through slitted eyes as he made himself ready for
me.  Hurry, I thought, and then he was leaning over me once
more.

I whimpered when the head of his cock touched the sensitive,
swollen flesh between my legs.  He arched back away from me
like I'd burned him.  "Too much?"

"No no no.  More, please."

Again I felt him brush my opening and I held my breath. I
think he held his, too.

I was so wet and open that the head slipped easily inside.
We paused, released a shaky breath and smiled weakly at one
another.

"Okay?" he asked, searching my face for signs of discomfort.
He would find none.

"Oh yes." I closed my eyes to better enjoy the sensation of
Mulder inside me.  "Keep going."

He pushed further inside my body and I could feel my
internal muscles stretching to accommodate him.  They
twinged and pulled as they grasped him tightly in welcome.
When he was fully inside we paused to give my muscles a
chance to adjust completely, and this time was well spent
exchanging soft kisses and goofy smiles.

At last he began to move, slowly at first and then with
gaining speed as strands of ecstasy wound tighter around us.
We found our rhythm easily and soon we were moving fluidly
together like one single organism.

"Scu..lee...so good, so good, sweet Scully.." he panted
against me.

I was not verbal at this point so I answered him by licking
the salty skin of his neck and tightening my legs around his
ass.  The rolling waves of pleasure were beginning to pour
over me again, but I didn't fear them this time.  Instead, I
closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of Mulder's cock
pulsing inside my body.  Inoutinout.  My internal muscles
clenched him tightly as I moaned with the onslaught of my
orgasm.

"Mmmm...gonna come," he announced soon after, closing his
eyes against the tide of feelings.

"Yes," I managed to say, holding him securely in my arms as
he thrust once, twice and then held himself deep inside me,
shaking and moaning as I had.

We lay collapsed on the hood for quite some time as our
breathing and heart rates returned down from the
stratosphere.  Rubbing my hands over his hair, I searched my
heart for something to say that would capture what an
astounding experience it had been, making love with him for
the first time.  I thought hard, but everything that
occurred to me seemed trite or cliched.

Then Mulder grinned up at me and quickly put the issue to
rest.

"Holy cow, Batman," he said.

Yes, I thought.  Exactly.

The End

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AUTHOR'S NOTES, TAKE TWO:  This was my first attempt at
smut, and I would be especially pleased to know if it did or
did not work for you.  Roberta, I'm sorry, I just couldn't
work in Mulder wearing Scully's underwear this time, but if
I get so inspired in the future, I'll be sure to let you
know. =)

AUTHOR PLEA:  I am in the market for a good beta reader for
help with editing and potential story ideas.  I figure I'd
have more luck with someone who has read and liked my stuff,
so if you happen to have some free time on your hands and
would like to take me on...I'd *love* to hear from you!