From: cybill@pacbell.net   
      
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   CHAPTER 3   
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   FIFE & DRUM RESTAURANT   
   KENT, CT   
   MAY 27, 1997   
   TUESDAY - 7:10 AM   
      
   "Mmmm," I moaned with delight as I chewed and swallowed.   
   "This is wonderful," I added. I was thoroughly enjoying my   
   salmon.  It was crusted with almonds and brown sugar and laying   
   on a bed of white, fluffy rice. I was armed with a fork in one hand   
   and a hunk of fresh-baked bread, slathered in butter in the other.   
      
   I didn't get a response from Scully, so I looked up to find her eyes   
   riveted on my face. I thought it was my face. A second later, I   
   realized she was staring at my lips. Her fork was raised halfway to   
   her mouth.  It was as if she was caught in suspended animation.   
   "How's your stuffed shrimp?" I asked.   
      
   She shook her head slightly as if suddenly becoming aware of her   
   surroundings. Her food dropped off her fork to make a small   
   clunking noise on her plate.  "Oh geez!" she exclaimed. "Sorry,   
   Mulder. I drifted off there for a minute."   
      
   I couldn't help the shit-eating grin that spread across my face.   
   Scully had been checking me out.  If I called her on it, she would   
   deny it till the cows came home, but she couldn't foolme. "I asked   
   how your stuffed shrimp was," I stated.   
      
   "Oh! Great, it's great. It has this wonderful bread stuffing. How   
   about yours?" She looked down at her plate, letting her hair   
   partially hide her face as she began to pick another shrimp from its   
   shell. I watched the pink rise up in her cheeks and grinned even   
   wider.  She knew she'd been caught.   
      
   "Judging by the moaning I was doing, I would have thought you   
   gathered that I think this is some of the best salmon I've ever   
   had,"   
   I replied.   
      
   She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I guess so. About those noises," she   
   began.   
      
   "Noises?"   
      
   "Those noises, moans you make. I don't remember you being so   
   vocal when you eat," she said.   
      
   "I don't remember having food this good," I shot back. I couldn't   
   resist teasing her. "Why?  Does it bother you?"   
      
   "A little. I don't know, not really. Oh, forget it," she stammered   
   out in rapid speech.   
      
   I was really disconcerting Scully; it was quite fun. While I usually   
   took great delight in seeing her off-balance, there was more to it   
   tonight. I think Alice's comments about us being a couple had   
   disturbed her more than she was willing to admit.   
      
   Hell, if I was honest, they had disturbed me much more than I was   
   willing to admit. If Scully ever really came on to me, I would be   
   doomed. There was no way in hell I would be able to resist her. I   
   sighed, remembering that I didn't have to worry about that   
   possibility any time soon. I wondered why my attraction for her   
   was so unsettling.   
      
   Every move she made was turning me on; from the way she slid   
   her food off her fork with her teeth, to the way she tipped her head   
   back slightly as she took another large swallow of white wine. I   
   watched the muscles undulate in her throat as she swallowed and   
   felt my groin tingle. God, it would be a miracle if I made it   
   through dinner without embarrassing myself.   
      
   I stood up, throwing my napkin on the table. "I have to use the   
   Men's Room," I explained to her upraised eyebrow.   
      
   "Okay," she said simply.   
      
   I practically trotted to the bathroom, hoping some cool water   
   dousing my face would put an end to the slow burn that was   
   gathering in my groin.   
      
   Emerging several minutes later, I peered into the other side of the   
   restaurant that housed the bar and dance floor. It was noisy with   
   mating sounds and young twenty-somethings grinding against each   
   other on the dance floor. I was never that carefree in my twenties.   
   If I stood and watched that it wasn't going to help my arousal   
   level. I hurried back to the table, eager to pay the check and get   
   out of the place.   
      
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   COOPER CREEK B&B   
   KENT, CT   
   MAY 27, 1997   
   TUESDAY - 9:00 PM   
      
   Shit. It was ridiculous. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass as we   
   proceeded up the long staircase to the second floor.   
      
   Furtive glances had been the after-dinner drink of choice as we   
   rode in silence the short distance from the restaurant back to the   
   B&B. I'd felt sexual tension around Scully before, but this was   
   totally out of hand.  If I didn't do something to relieve myself, I   
   was going to spontaneously combust.   
      
   I watched as she slowed and reached toward her door with her key.   
   I was seized with a sudden case of the 'fuck-its'. I wanted her and   
   it was about time she knew about it, too. There were probably a   
   thousand reasons why I shouldn't spring it on her. I was guessing   
   there were probably a thousand more she would think of, that had   
   never crossed my mind.   
      
   For some reason, I was drawing a blank at the moment.  All I knew   
   was the lure of her body, the curve of her hip, the swell of her   
   breast under her lightweight sweater, the dip of her hair where it   
   turned under against her neck.   
      
   I was behind her in two long steps and slid my arms around her   
   waist, leaning down to place my chin on her shoulder.   
      
   She shuddered visibly in my arms and jerked in surprise. "Scully,"   
   I croaked out, alarmed at the gravelly, low pitch of my voice.   
      
   "Mulder, don't," she said, twisting the handle of the doorknob and   
   shoving it inward.   
      
   "Why not?" I walked her into her room, kicking the door shut   
   behind me.   
      
   She jumped at the sound and that set something loose inside me. I   
   whirled her around to face me, putting my hands on her shoulders.   
      
   "Mulder, what's going on?"   
      
   "I don't know but don't even tell me you don't feel it," I replied.   
      
   She looked up at me, her eyes wide, maybe even a little frightened.   
   "We shouldn't do this," she whispered, her voice breathy.   
      
   Being the pig I am, I couldn't take my eyes off the rise and fall of   
   her breasts as her breathing grew heavy. I spoke to her breasts,   
   "Give me one good reason why I should keep suppressing the urge   
   to kiss you until you don't know your own name anymore?"   
      
   I was surprised to hear her whimper. It was unexpected enough to   
   pull my eyes up to her face.   
      
   Her eyes were large in her face, and her mouth opened and closed   
   but no sound came out. "Mulder," she tried, obviously at a loss for   
   words. Perhaps she was drawing a blank too.   
      
   "Too late," I muttered, and stepped closer, lowering my mouth and   
   laying it over hers in an open-mouthed kiss.   
      
   She moaned and was kissing me back in two seconds flat. My   
   hands wound around her again, pulling her tightly against me.   
   When my hardness pressed into her soft belly, we both broke the   
   kiss and groaned.   
      
   "Oh God," she whispered.   
      
   "Gotta have you," I mumbled, and proceeded to lift the hem of her   
   sweater up and over her head.  "Can't wait anymore. Want you so   
   bad," I whispered.   
      
   She lifted her arms to help as I walked her backwards toward the   
   bed.   
      
   One hand landed on her breast and squeezed. I guess that shredded   
   the last of her resistance. We were in a sudden flurry of arms and   
   legs, tearing off our clothes and kicking off our shoes.   
      
   Once naked, no time was wasted as we literally fell onto the bed. I   
   landed heavily on her body but she didn't seem to mind. Grinding   
   my iron-hard shaft into her mound produced more moaning and the   
      
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