From: djmckent@neo.rr.com   
      
   Title:  Only Skin Deep   2 of 2   
      
   Author:  mimic117   
      
   Email:  mimic117@yahoo.com   
      
   Rating:  NC-17 with some very disturbing content   
      
   Category:  S, A, MSR, established relationship   
      
   Summary, further notes and disclaimer in part 1.   
      
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   Location Unknown   
   Tuesday   
   7:50 PM   
      
   Julie sorted through the pile of mail in disgust.  Gas company.   
   Electric company.  Water company.  Letter from the landlord.   
   What on earth did they all want?   
      
   She slit each of the envelopes in turn, then pulled out the   
   contents.  The landlord was threatening to have her evicted if   
   she didn't pay her back rent and all the utility companies had   
   sent shut-off notices.  The nerve of some people!  Momma   
   always said a woman couldn't let people boss her around or   
   they'd take advantage just because she was female.   
      
   The handful of bills was added to the pile on the kitchen   
   counter.  They'd get their money when she was good and   
   ready.  She had better things to do than listen to their whining.   
      
   She needed to make supper.  Stupid work had kept her late,   
   looking up more of their dumb files.  Now Fox would be hungry   
   and it was all their fault.  She'd brought him a chicken   
   sandwich, onion rings and a milk shake.  The shake was   
   almost melted, but it was okay.  Fox liked it that way.   
      
   Picking up a bottle from the counter, she popped the lid on the   
   shake, then poured a thin stream of the clear liquid from the   
   bottle into the cup.  She stirred with the straw as she thought   
   about how much he was going to enjoy it.  She'd gotten mocha   
   because he liked it best.   
      
   The sandwich and rings went onto a plate, then she placed the   
   plate and drink on a Styrofoam tray.  She pulled the straw out   
   of the cup and threw it into the kitchen trash can with the lid.   
   Straws really shouldn't be sold with drinks.  The edges were   
   sharp and could hurt if they poked someone in the eye.  She   
   didn't want Beautiful Fox to injure himself on something as silly   
   as a straw.   
      
   Julie carried the tray through the living room and into the   
   hallway.  She set it down on the chair outside the door and   
   smiled at the picture on the video monitor.   
      
   Fox was exercising again.  He exercised constantly, except   
   when he was pacing.  He was a very active man, her Beautiful   
   Fox.  Sometimes he pulled the bed around the room or   
   pounded on the walls, just because it made her laugh.   
      
   He was thoughtful in so many ways.  He never yelled at her or   
   called her names.  He didn't get angry or throw things.  He   
   hadn't raised his voice to her, not once.   
      
   She looked over her shoulder at the plastic-covered door on   
   the other side of the hall.  The same couldn't be said for Ron.   
   She'd been so sure he was perfect.   
      
   Thankfully he'd finally stopped smelling bad.  The extra plastic   
   over the door seemed to have done the trick.   
      
   Julie looked around at the hallway, then out toward the living   
   room.  It had been an incredible stroke of luck that she'd taken   
   a house with three bed-and-bath suites.  It seemed like such a   
   wasted expense at the time, but Momma believed everything   
   happened for a reason.  This time the reason was so Julie   
   didn't need to move and find another house before Fox could   
   be with her after she discovered her mistake about Ron.   
      
   Well, Momma always said, "What's over and done has finished   
   its run."  Julie glanced at the door behind her again.  Ron was   
   certainly finished.  She wasn't going to think about him   
   anymore.   
      
   She returned her attention to the monitor.  Fox was doing   
   crunches.  He usually started with warm-up stretches, then   
   push-ups, then crunches.  He always jogged in place to cool   
   down.  She really enjoyed watching his muscles while he   
   exercised.  His stomach was already becoming tighter and   
   more defined.  She worried that he might tire himself with so   
   much activity, but he seemed to like it.   
      
   Julie watched Mulder finish his routine and head for the   
   bathroom to rinse off.  She appreciated the fact that he cared   
   for her enough to wash after he exercised.  It was one of the   
   many small, loving things he did for her.  After a few minutes,   
   he walked out of the bathroom, water droplets glistening in the   
   patch of hair on his chest.  More drops ran down his sides,   
   dampening his already-clingy boxer briefs.  The result left very   
   little to the imagination--especially for someone who had   
   already seen what they covered.   
      
   Like last night.  She'd enjoyed his naked body for hours.  His   
   skin was softer than it looked, silky under her fingers.  Fox   
   loved the way she touched him, said it set his blood on fire.   
   They'd made love all night long.  Kissing and touching and   
   murmuring to each other.  He cried out her name when he   
   came, slurring the letters until they sounded like an "s"   
   instead of a "j."  It made her giggle whenever he did that.   
   Silly Beautiful Fox...   
      
   She watched the monitor as he swiped water off his chest.  She   
   could hardly wait for tonight.  Fox was such a romantic lover.   
   Kind, patient, passionate.  He was always running his hands   
   through her cascading tresses.   
      
   Julie trailed her fingers through the ends dangling over her   
   shoulder.  She should get ready for tonight.  Her hair needed   
   washing.  She could wear that new negligee Fox bought for   
   her, the blue one he said matched her eyes.  He hadn't smelled   
   her new perfume yet, either.  Yes, she should hurry and get   
   ready.  She wanted tonight to be perfect.   
      
   Brushing a hand along the wall, Julie walked down the hallway   
   to her bedroom, humming to herself.  Behind her on the tray,   
   Mulder's supper slowly cooled.   
      
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   Location unknown   
      
      
   Mulder loved being groped awake.  Scully knew exactly how he   
   liked to be touched, and he *really* liked what she was doing   
   right now.  He kept his eyes closed so she'd think he was   
   asleep.  Guys got hard-ons in their sleep all the time.  She   
   wouldn't be able to tell if he was reacting to her stroking his   
   dick or just having an autonomic response.   
      
   Ooh, she was massaging his balls, too.  That was a challenge.   
   He wouldn't be able to hold still much longer.  A breathy giggle   
   made him open his eyes to see what was so funny.   
      
   "NO!"  He threw himself off the mattress and scrambled into a   
   corner before the face above him completely registered.  His   
   head swam as he turned to see who it was.  He knew it wasn't   
   Scully, but it took a few seconds before his foggy brain pulled   
   up the right name.   
      
   Julie.  She'd been touching him in his sleep.  He wasn't at   
   home and this wasn't a dream.  She'd actually been fondling   
   him.  Now she was staring at him with a puzzled look on her   
   face.   
      
   "What's wrong, Beautiful Fox?"   
      
   "Don't touch me."  He pressed as far into the corner as he   
   could manage.  The photos on the wall scratched and prickled   
   his back.  Damn it.  There was no place to hide in this fucking   
   room.   
      
   She looked even more confused.  "You never minded before."   
      
   Oh God.  Did that mean... ?  He swallowed.  "You've... you've   
   touched me before?  While I was sleeping?"   
      
   "Almost every night."  She beamed at him.  "You're so beautiful   
   when you come.  Wait.  I'll show you."   
      
      
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