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   Brougham Arms Motel   
   Monday.  7.10pm   
      
      
      
    "No Mulder, not tonight."   
      
   "But Scully..." A hint of peevishness colored his tone.   
      
   Scully took a deep breath and moved across the room to sit   
   next to the man who was her life and her love but at this   
   particular moment reminded her of her nephew when he was   
   about four years old. "No buts about it, you don't need to   
   go back to the office tonight, you have files here if you   
   absolutely have to work, although I wish you wouldn't." She   
   reached over and brushed the hair from his eyes. "I'm going   
   to pop down to the restaurant and order us some dinner, is   
   there anything you feel like?"   
      
   Mulder rolled his head on his shoulders and shrugged. "No,   
   not really, whatever."   
      
   "Hmm, I'm not sure if they serve whatever, but I'll see   
   what I can do." She bestowed a quick kiss on his temple   
   and grabbed the room keys from the table. "I'll be back   
   as soon as I can."   
      
   "I'll be here." Mulder mumbled as she left the room. The   
   moment the door shut, he moved across to the small round   
   table where the files had been placed, he glanced through   
   a couple until he found what he wanted and without   
   conscious thought began to pace as he reread the material   
   inside. He had made a dozen or so laps of the room before   
   he straightened and grabbed a notepad and pencil. He gave   
   a moments thought to clearing away the files so he could   
   spread his notes out at the table before the empty space   
   of the bed caught his eye. Stretching out on the bed, he   
   propped himself on one elbow and began to scrawl across   
   the paper. It wasn't long before the days exertions caught   
   up to him however and the words began to swim before his   
   eyes. As his body began to shut down from fatigue, the   
   pencil rolled out of his fingers, unable to summon the   
   energy to pick it up again, Mulder laid his head down   
   and dropped into a well-earned sleep.   
      
   The heat built until it was all encompassing; feebly   
   he tossed his head, searching for relief. Reaching   
   deeply into a hidden reserve of strength, he forced   
   his fingers to move, gripping weakly at his shirt   
   pulling it up and away from his burning torso. Sudden   
   blessed cool air assailed him, giving him an instants   
   clarity, enough time to unzip and remove his trousers,   
   exulting as he felt the sweat evaporate with each   
   inch of skin that was revealed.   
      
   "I can make you feel so much better." A light voice   
   whispered from somewhere on his left.   
      
   "Mmm...get Scully." His  words were hoarse and   
   breathless.   
      
   "Let me look after you." A face framed in curly dark   
   hair swam into view. Brown eyes that were dull and   
   lifeless stared at him. "I know what you want."   
      
   "Want Scullee." Mulder moaned.   
      
   The sweat that covered him had evaporated fully and   
   he now felt uncomfortably cool. His fingers plucked   
   uselessly at the sheet unable to draw any covering   
   over his now shivering body.   
      
   "Come now, this will warm you up."   
      
   Mulder gasped as he felt movement around his groin,   
   sudden moist warmth enveloped him and he threw his   
   head back in surprise, his eyes fluttering shut.   
      
    "See, I told you it would make you feel better."   
      
   Mulder lifted his head, glancing down the length of   
   his body to where a dark curly head was working   
   over his crotch.   
      
   "What...what..?" Blood rushed through his head   
   rendering him incapable of completing the sentence.   
      
   An incredible feeling blossomed from deep within   
   and Mulder arched his back crying out.   
      
   "You want more don't you? I can give you so much   
   more."  The mouth was wrapped warmly around his   
   penis, a tongue stroking him and a whimper left   
   his lips. Then he could feel a long slow suction   
   as she moved from base to tip and then back again.   
   A hand cradled his testicles rubbing them slowly   
   between two fingers and God yes, he wanted more.   
      
   His hands moved of their own volition, past his   
   waist, fingers brushing against skin and hair;   
   and then he was moving, breath rasping thickly   
   through his open mouth, his hips snapping up   
   and down.   
      
   "Scullee...." He groaned heavily, clenching his   
   hands tightly, forcing himself deeper and deeper   
   within the mouth giving him so much gratification.   
   He dropped his hands lower, feeling them surround   
   a slender neck and then as his ecstasy began to   
   build to a crescendo, he began to squeeze.   
      
   Mulder's fingers gripped tighter, forcing a   
   sound of distress from the lips wrapped around   
   him. His eyes snapped open and he stared coldly   
   down as the woman lifted her dull heavy eyes to   
   meet his. He could feel his fingers digging into   
   the bones at the back of her neck and his vision   
   blurred as his pleasure soared towards its   
   culmination   
      
   Eager to see her face as he spilled his release   
   into her, Mulder blinked rapidly. His heart   
   stuttered in horror as he found himself staring   
   into blue eyes, not brown, his hands buried in rich   
   red tresses. The blue eyes gazed miserably back at   
   him, lips stretched obscenely around his cock.   
      
   "No!" He gasped as everything shrank and narrowed   
   around him. He pulled his knees up and thrust his   
   hands out in front of him as a violent shudder   
   spasmed through his body.   
      
   "Wake up Mulder." A soft voice that he knew so   
   well crooned in his ear. "Come on it's okay."   
      
   But it was not okay, he had forced himself onto   
   her, into her and then had tried to strangle her.   
   It would never be okay. As another shudder coursed   
   through him, he forced his eyes open meeting a pair   
   of sympathetic blue ones. Revulsion at his actions   
   overwhelmed Mulder and he jerked away as Scully   
   reached out her hand.   
      
   "I'm sorry...I didn't know." He choked hoarsely.   
   "I'm so sorry..."   
      
   "Mulder, you haven't done anything." Scully spoke   
   quietly.   
      
   He flinched sharply at her words and moved further   
   across the bed widening the distance between them.   
   "How can you say that..." His eyes sought hers and   
   he stared into their blue depths waiting for her to   
   admit that he had defiled her.   
      
   "Because it's the truth."   
      
   "But I saw you, my hands were..." His breath hitched   
   as he verbalized his perceived assault. "I forced myself   
   ...into you and...I was squeezing..." Mulder's words came   
   to a gasping halt, his chest heaving as he pressed both   
   hands over his face. "Oh God Scully, what have I done?"   
      
   "Mulder, listen to me, it was a bad dream, nothing more."   
   She reached out and gently touched his arm. When he didn't   
   shy away, she moved her fingers slowly up to his shoulder   
   and across to where his hands covered his face. "Mulder,   
   can you look at me?"   
      
   Gradually he lowered his hands but turned his face away.   
   Small shivers raced though his body and he felt heavy   
   with lassitude.   
      
   "Mulder, I need you to look at me." She took his chin   
   and tenderly turned his face towards hers. "Look Mulder,   
   you haven't hurt me." With one hand, Scully lifted her   
   hair and turned her head to show him her neck.   
      
   There were no marks, no finger shaped bruises, nothing   
   at all. Mulder swallowed and hesitantly reached his   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)