Title:  The Chilmark Project - Part IIIg - Foxhunt   
   Authors:  Wylfcynne & Ravenwald   
      
   For Authors' notes and Disclaimers, see Part I -   
   Demonology   
      
      
      
   She did not know how long she slept, but when she   
   woke up, she was still on her side, but Mulder was   
   kissing her ear, her jaw, humming very low in his   
   throat.   
      
   She did not think anything, she simply bent her   
   head forward just a little, baring the nape of her   
   neck to him.   
      
   He kissed her there, just by the little scar.   
      
   She hummed a little, just so he would know she   
   liked it.   
      
   He trailed kisses down her spine, maneuvering so   
   he could reach.  He stopped between her shoulder   
   blades and moved his hands to cup her breasts   
   from behind.   
      
   She sighed and rubbed her breasts against his   
   palms. The sheer fabric of the nightgown slid   
   between them.   
      
   "Scully?" he breathed in her ear.   
      
   "'Ready when you are, C.B.,'" she quoted.  She   
   smiled when she heard him chuckle. "No cameras."   
   Kiss.  "No film."  Kiss.  "No video."  Kiss.  "No   
   witnesses."  Kisses traveled down her neck and he   
   pushed the nightgown aside to lay a row of kisses   
   along her collarbone.  "Just you."  Kiss. "And me..."   
      
   His hands moved down her body, and she felt him   
   tugging on the hem of the nightgown.  She lifted   
   herself up off the mattress so he could remove it.   
   His hands stroked up her ribs and pushed the   
   garment over her head.  He tossed it aside.   
      
   Scully rolled onto her back so she could smile at   
   him. "You're overdressed," she commented.   
      
   He grinned and sat up, pulling off his tee shirt and   
   tossing it into the same corner where he had just   
   tossed her nightgown.  Then he stood up, dropped   
   the boxers, and kicked them aside.   
      
   Scully licked her lips.  She had seen his unclothed   
   body on several occasions, but she had never   
   before seen him aroused.  (*Oh, my... How does   
   he hide that in dress slacks??  How does he fit into   
   jeans??*)   
      
   He slid into the bed beside her, and they faced one   
   another, both suddenly very nervous.   
      
   He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair away   
   from her eyes. "You have no idea how long I've   
   dreamed and fantasized about this..."   
      
   Her eyes widened, and she grinned.  "Ooh, there's   
   potential in that..." she breathed.   
      
   He made a face that was a question.   
      
   "Dueling fantasies," she explained, feigning   
   nonchalance.   
      
   "Ohh..."   
      
   Mulder moved closer, until their bodies were lying   
   side by side, skin against skin from breast to knee.   
   Her hand crept up his shoulder, his neck, to lace   
   her fingers through his hair and pull his face close   
   enough to kiss.   
      
   He obliged her.  His tongue slid along hers,   
   drinking deep, tasting, mimicking the thrust and   
   give of another penetration they were anticipating.   
   Eyes unfocused as his concentration went   
   elsewhere, one hand slid down her body.  His   
   thumb stayed to brush against the now- damp curls,   
   while his fingers slid gently into the slickness   
   beyond.   
      
   He broke the kiss and started tasting the skin on   
   her jaw, moved down her neck.   
      
   She rocked against him, purring deep in her throat.   
   The way her skin vibrated under his tongue made   
   him shiver.   
      
   His hands rubbed at her breasts as he moved over   
   her, and she felt his erection against her thigh.  She   
   shuddered all over.   
      
   "Ready?"   
      
   "Are you?"   
      
   He rocked his hips, rubbing her with his sex.  He   
   was above her, leaning on his elbows, most of his   
   weight on his knees.  He ran a line of kisses down   
   the center line of her body, from the little hollow at   
   the base of her throat to her navel, where he   
   paused briefly, then on down to her mons.  Rather   
   than tonguing her as he had before, he just rubbed   
   her with his chin, putting a little pressure on her   
   clitoris from either side, but not touching it directly.   
      
   Her pelvis rocked up and her knees fell open.   
   "Mulderrr..."   
      
   Grinning, he kissed his way back up to her mouth.   
   "Now?"   
      
   "Now!" He positioned himself and began to slowly   
   push inside her.   
      
   Her body locked up and she flinched away from   
   him with a cry of panic.   
      
   Startled, Mulder rolled off her.  She was suddenly   
   pale, trembling... and still backing away from him.   
      
   (*What the hell...?*) "Scully...?"   
      
   She was at the edge of the bed, now, sitting up,   
   huddled against the headboard.  As he watched,   
   she snatched up the heretofore-ignored blanket   
   and wrapped it around herself, covering her   
   nakedness.   
      
   (*Defensiveness.  She's scared!*) He stayed   
   where he was, rose no higher than to lean on one   
   elbow.  He moved no closer.   
      
   "Scully?  What just happened?"   
      
   Shockingly, she started to cry.   
      
   Moving slowly, watching her carefully so as not to   
   frighten her further, Mulder moved to sit beside her,   
   to enfold her in his arms, resting his chin lightly on   
   top of her head.   
      
   "Sshh...  S'okay...sshh..."   
      
   She calmed a little as his chaste touch warmed her.   
   "I'm sorry, Mulder.  I didn't realize... I thought I   
   could do it..."   
      
   A lance of pain went through his chest, but he   
   ignored it. "Could do what?" he asked softly. "Love   
   me?  You love me with every breath and every   
   thought, just as I love you."   
      
   "But Blair and Jim both say we have to..." She   
   stopped and swallowed hard, looked up into his   
   eyes.  Her hand went to his throat.  "Are you all   
   right?" "I'm fine."   
      
   Their code phrase did nothing to reassure her.   
   "We have to... to consummate this relationship.   
   And I...  I don't seem to be able to...."   
      
   "Don't you want to?"  He hated the accusation in the   
   question.  "That's not what I meant..." He tried to   
   apologize at once.   
      
   She leaned on him.  "I want to.  I've wanted to for a   
   long time.  But... but I've never... and now I've   
   ruined it all..." She buried her face against his chest   
   and started to cry. "I'm going to kill you... and it's   
   going to kill me..."   
      
   "Wait a minute.  Scully, what do you mean you've   
   never?" He was shocked.  "You're thirty- five years   
   old! What do you mean you've never?!"   
      
   "I'm not a virgin, Mulder."  That came out in the   
   familiar dry tones of Dr. Scully, and he was   
   momentarily reassured.  But then her tears began   
   again.  "But I still haven't ever..."   
      
   He hugged her close again.  "Okay, who are you   
   and what have you done with the real Dana Scully?   
   She's never said anything that self- contradictory in   
   her entire life."   
      
   They were silent together for a few minutes, and   
   she realized that she was going to have to explain   
   herself. He was all right, now, but she was sure it   
   wouldn't last.  She remembered the brief cardiac   
   episodes he had had earlier, when he had, for   
   however brief a time, believed that she had   
   abandoned him.   
      
   And she knew what Blair and Jim had told her:   
   regardless of sexual preference or anything else,   
   the bond between Guide and Sentinel had to be   
   consummated to be cemented.  That was why Jim   
   had never totally bonded to Incacha; that was why   
   he had survived his evacuation out of the jungle   
   and back to the United States.  If he and Incacha   
   had consummated their bond, he would have   
   fought and killed to stay in the jungle with his Guide,   
   or he would have insisted on Incacha coming with   
   him.  Neither had happened: he had simply gone   
   with the soldiers, and forgotten what he had   
   become.   
      
      
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