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   CHAPTER 7   
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   SCULLY'S ROOM   
   COOPER CREEK B&B   
   MAY 28, 1997   
   WEDNESDAY - 9:00 PM   
      
   I stepped farther into her room, closing the door behind me.   
   Making my way to the bed, I sat down on the foot of it and leaned   
   my elbows on my thighs. I took a deep breath, rubbing my hands   
   through my hair as I made a futile attempt at arranging my   
   thoughts.   
      
   About a minute later, she finally emerged wearing navy blue men's   
   pajamas.   
      
   I sucked in my breath at the sight of her. God, she almost looked   
   ethereal sometimes. Against my will, I felt my groin tingle and my   
   cock start to harden.   
      
   She walked to her suitcase, and threw her work clothes on top of it.   
   Then she turned to face me.  "Say what you need to say," she   
   blurted out.   
      
   I raised my eyebrows at her.  "You act as if you're going before a   
   firing squad."   
      
   She took a few steps towards me but stayed well out of reach. "I   
   guess I feel that way. Look, Mulder. I have no excuse for my   
   behavior. It was the most unprofessional, moronic thing I've ever   
   done. I have no explanation. I'm sorry. I don't know why I couldn't   
   control myself," she babbled, her hands waving in the air to   
   emphasis her words.   
      
   I stood up and stepped toward her.   
      
   She stepped backwards so quickly that she lost her balance.   
      
   I lunged for her, watching her arms windmill in the air as she   
   attempted to right herself. Before she could fall, my arms were   
   sliding around her waist and pulling her up against me. Without   
   any warning, my throat opened and a low-pitched moan wound out   
   of my mouth at the feel of her curves against my body.   
      
   She hissed, whether in pleasure, pain, or disgust, I wasn't sure.   
   Her   
   hands landed on my chest and she attempted to push me away.   
      
   I pulled her tighter against me. I used one hand to capture her chin   
   and force her to look up at me. Her breasts were plastered to my   
   chest and she was breathing heavily. My cock was at full mast   
   now, doing the wave against her soft belly, nudging insistently.   
      
   She whimpered, "Please, Mulder."   
      
   I whispered, "I don't give a damn about professional and   
   unprofessional, Scully. I'm not upset that you couldn't control   
   yourself. Hell, neither could I.  Neither CAN I. Jesus, you're   
   driving me crazy!"   
      
   "What do you care about then?" she ground out through clenched   
   teeth.   
      
   "You," I breathed out.   
      
   She opened her mouth to respond but I was all done talking.  My   
   mouth fell over hers and I pulled on her lips, slipping my tongue   
   between her warm lips.   
      
   She moaned and I felt her resistance fade, her body melting into   
   my chest. Her tongue danced with mine and the kiss turned frenetic   
   in a matter of moments.  I crushed my lips to hers, wanting to   
   swallow her whole.   
      
   Somehow, we managed to stumble to the bed. I pulled her top off   
   over her head, not bothering with the pesky buttons. Watching her   
   full breasts bounce into view nearly took my breath away.   
      
   She pulled on the drawstring of my sweats and they came loose,   
   sliding down my legs and pooling silently around my ankles.   
      
   I spun, sitting on the edge of the bed and yanked down her pajama   
   bottoms. I sucked in a surprised breath, seeing that she had also   
   gone commando. "Oh Scully," I breathed out.   
      
   I pulled her to me, kicking my sweats off the end of my feet as she   
   yanked my tee shirt over my head and tossed it behind me. "What   
   are we doing, Mulder?" she cried out.   
      
   "We're losing our minds."   
      
   "Again?" she asked.   
      
   I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it. The smile it brought to her   
   face made me giddy with happiness.  "God, we really do need to   
   talk," I mumbled.   
      
   "I know," she whispered.   
      
   I pulled her forward and buried my face in her stomach, growling   
   in mock frustration. "Talk," I said.   
      
   "Later," she clipped out, pushing me onto my back.   
      
   With no preliminaries, she straddled my hips and impaled herself   
   onto my raging erection for the second time that day. "Ah, Jesus!"   
   I cried out, feeling her walls envelope my throbbing cock. My legs   
   were still hanging off the bed from the knees down and I couldn't   
   have cared less.   
      
   She posted up and down, steadying herself with her hands on my   
   shoulders. Her hips swiveled, grinding her clit into my pubic bone   
   and she shouted, "Oh!"   
      
   I met her thrusts, rising up to meet her, bucking hard. Then I felt   
   her orgasm ripple through her sex, squeezing my shaft with divine   
   pressure and I bit my lip, not wanting it to be over so soon.  I   
   couldn't believe she'd come already.   
      
   I felt the tightening in my sack and sat up.   
      
   She wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my   
   waist as I stood up and turned, lowering her to the bed. This time   
   she was far enough up that we could both be all the way on the   
   mattress.   
      
   I grabbed one of her legs behind the knee as I loomed over her,   
   supporting my weight on my other arm. I began thrusting into her,   
   feeling myself sink deep and hit the back of her tunnel. "So good,   
   Scully. Oh God, you're so small," I managed to croak out.   
      
   "Come on, Mulder.  Come for me."   
      
   "Oh Christ!" I shouted, continuing to drill into her like I was   
   digging for oil. I could feel myself swell and knew I was climbing   
   quickly to my own release.   
      
   She raised her head and sucked on my nipple. I bellowed and felt   
   my balls spasm. Her muscles began hugging me again like a child   
   sucking on a thumb, trying to hold me inside.   
      
   I felt it rise up in me and my head spun. My orgasm was blinding   
   and I squeezed my eyes shut as lights burst behind my eyelids and   
   my cock erupted like Mt. Vesuvius, pouring hot seed into the   
   deepest depths of her body.   
      
   She was practically gurgling as she moaned, the sound coming   
   from deep in her chest, her hands clutching at my biceps. I slowed,   
   still tumescent and flexed inside her, pressing and releasing my   
   hips, unwilling to let go of the tremendous pleasure just yet.   
      
   At least I didn't pass out this time. When our breathing slowed, I   
   raised my head from where I had buried it between her neck and   
   shoulder. I met her gaze and kissed her softly.  "Should we talk   
   now?" I asked.   
      
   She shook her head. "I'm too tired," she mumbled.   
      
   "Scully, please."   
      
   She just looked up at me. "I promise I'll stop running.  Just give   
   me   
   tonight, okay. Stay here; hold me."   
      
   "It's a deal," I agreed. I rolled off her and lay on my back.   
      
   She scooted up to my side as I held out my arm, inviting her closer.   
   She put her head on my shoulder and I hugged her tightly. After a   
   moment she mumbled, "It's good, Mulder."   
      
   "Good?"   
      
   "Great, fantastic, the best I've ever had," she said, her tone   
   almost   
   shy.   
      
   I smiled at the top of her head. "Me too."   
      
   In minutes we were asleep. There were no words of love spoken.   
   No promises were given, other than the promise to stop running   
   and to talk. I felt better though. As long as she didn't shut me   
   out,   
   we could work things out. I needed to work it out. I couldn't let it   
   go much longer without knowing where we stood.   
      
   If I wanted Scully to be forthright, I was going to have to find my   
   own courage. She needed to know how I felt about her. As I drifted   
   off to sleep, I vowed that another day wouldn't go by without her   
      
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