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   NOTE:  I didn't write this.   
      
      
      
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   From: Catherine Earnshaw [mailto:catherinearnshaw@yahoo.com]   
   Sent: Monday, January 24, 2005 9:31 AM   
   To: xfc-atxc Moderator   
   Subject: Story Subscription: After Aubrey (2/2)   
      
      
      
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   Mulder stared, awestruck. Scully was usually a beautiful   
   sight, but a fully-aroused Scully was something to   
   capture on canvas. She was panting, her eyes open   
   wide, her chest heaving. His overwhelming attraction   
   to her threatened to careen out of control and he had to   
   stop this madness before they did something she'd   
   regret later. He halted his caress on her stomach   
   and put a hand on her face.   
      
   "Mulder, what's wrong?"   
      
   "Scully... I might regret this later, but I need to   
   know you're a hundred percent sure here."   
      
   "Mulder--"   
      
   "Shush. Let me talk. I want nothing more in the   
   world than you right now. But if this is going to   
   build a wall between us, it's not worth it. I can't   
   afford to lose you."   
      
   "Who's saying you'll lose me?"   
      
   He took a step away from her and put his hands on   
   the desk, trying to regain some control. "It's my   
   paranoia rearing its ugly head. I'm sorry. I just   
   panic at the thought of losing you." He turned his   
   back to her, his hands on his hips. "There's so much   
   you don't know."   
      
   Scully buttoned up her blouse and sighed. "So tell   
   me, Mulder."   
      
   "I saw your headstone, Scully."   
      
   She drew a deep breath. "What?"   
      
   "Your headstone. I went with your mother to approve   
   the engraving. I felt like it might as well sit over my   
   dead body too."   
      
   Her hand flew to her mouth and she gasped as he continued.   
      
   "I tried to leave the Bureau. Hell, I had my   
   resignation letter signed and ready. Skinner wouldn't   
   accept it, but I would have left anyway. It just   
   didn't make sense without you."   
      
   "Mulder, I--"   
      
   "I'm sorry I lost control with you. That whole   
   situation in Aubrey messed with my head. I meant what   
   I said. I wish I could be like Tillman and just be   
   with you. Just take what I want. But you mean too much   
   to me... and I respect you too much... to ravish you   
   on my desk like this, I--"   
      
   "Mulder, shut up and look at me."   
      
   He turned on his heels and came face to face with a   
   positively furious Scully. She was back on her feet   
   and, even with their height difference, seemed to   
   have the upper hand. Boy, was he in trouble.   
      
   "You egocentric idiot. You think you're responsible   
   for every single thing that happens in my life,   
   don't you?"   
      
   He shook his head and opened his mouth but she cut   
   him off. "Your capacity for self-flagellation is at   
   the same time endearing and annoying. It takes   
   two to tango, remember? What if I *wanted* to be   
   ravished on your desk? Did I seem to be fighting   
   you?"   
      
   "No, but--"   
      
   "I told you to shut up. You wish you were like   
   Tillman, right? I'll let you in on a little secret: I   
   wish I could be like B.J., too. She took what she   
   wanted alright. I'm not saying I approve of a   
   law-enforcement officer involved in adultery, but I   
   can understand her choices."   
      
   He decided it was better to keep quiet.   
      
   "I've been attracted to you for months, Mulder.   
   I meant what I said during that stakeout: you're   
   the only one I'd put myself on the line for.   
   If you think I don't feel like my life is going   
   to come to a screeching halt every time you get hurt,   
   you're sadly mistaken."   
      
   Mulder hung his head. He hadn't dared to hope she'd   
   feel the same way.   
      
   "Mulder, how do you think I felt when I had to apply pressure   
   on your thigh, when that bullet almost severed your   
   artery? How do you think I felt when you were thrown   
   out of that van, all bloody? How do you think I felt when   
   you ran away to Puerto Rico and I had not a *fucking*   
   clue if you were dead or alive?"   
      
   That definitely shocked him. Scully never cursed.   
      
   She walked to him, invading his personal space and   
   caressing the side of his neck. "How do you think I felt   
   when B.J. held that blade to your throat, Mulder? Do you   
   think I'd just say the eulogy and go back to Quantico as   
   if the last two years hadn't happened?" She started   
   unbuttoning his dress-shirt, never taking her eyes off his   
   face.   
      
   His voice was broken when he finally answered. "I never   
   dared to hope."   
      
   She ran a hand through his hair and forced his   
   gaze back to hers. "You should." Her hand returned   
   to his neck, stroking the knife scar softly. One more   
   very close call.   
      
   "Scully..."   
      
   "Now, Mulder, where were we before you went on your   
   guilt trip?"   
      
   He stared at her in disbelief, but didn't miss the cue.   
      
   "I believe I was about to ravish you on my desk."   
      
   "Damn straight, G-man."   
      
   "I believe I was about to take what I want."   
      
   "I believe I was about to let you," she said.   
      
   ***   
      
   With a sudden move on Mulder's part, Scully found out   
   what the expression "to be swept off your feet" literally   
   meant. His look was smoldering. She had thought many   
   times about how it would feel to be the center of Mulder's   
   attention; to have his focus aimed only at her. Her   
   imagination proved to be very flawed.   
      
   He held her by the hips in an iron grip and set her   
   back on the desk, latching his mouth to hers in the   
   process. She threw her legs around his waist   
   and zeroed in on his zipper.   
      
   Mulder broke the kiss. "Gotta love a woman who knows   
   what she wants."   
      
   She didn't bother to answer. She grabbed him by the nape   
   of his neck and brought his mouth to hers again, caressing   
   his tongue with hers. This was supposed to be down and   
   dirty - they'd have time for slow and tender later,   
   in her bed or his, she didn't mind. Right there,   
   right then, she just wanted him.   
      
   Scully found it absurdly arousing to be so hungry for   
   him that she couldn't even wait until she had all her   
   clothes off. Mulder had managed to lift her skirt up   
   to her waist, but then there was the pantyhose problem.   
      
   "Lift your hips, Scully," he commanded, his voice raspy.   
   She complied and he started rolling the silky piece slowly   
   down her thighs. She wasn't as patient.   
      
   "Just rip them off."   
      
   "Excuse me?" His tone was a mix of surprised and amused.   
      
   "Rip them off. I have half a dozen of these at home. Don't   
   bother being considerate."   
      
   The sound of tearing fabric just added to her growing   
   excitement. In a second, her plain white panties   
   were tangled around her ankles and she kicked them away.   
   Scully felt a rush of boldness running through her veins   
   and next thing she knew, she was stroking his rock-hard   
   shaft and thought life just couldn't get any better.   
      
   She might have said that aloud, because she heard a soft   
   whisper in her ear, "Better than you expected or   
   better than you hoped?"   
      
   She laughed out loud. "Better than anything I could   
   ever wish for." Her arms went around his back and   
   she tightened her legs' grip around him, pulling him closer.   
      
   "I'll show you better," he murmured, sliding inside   
   her. She laid back on her elbows and threw her head back,   
   murmuring his name softly.   
      
   ***   
      
   He had tried his best to keep in control - as well as   
   he could, with Scully's tongue down his throat and her   
   hand inside his boxers. When had the tables turned?   
      
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