From: "Kirsten Kerkhof" <kirstenkerkhof@gmail.com>
Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 00:55:00 +0200
Subject: "Nouvelle Cuisine" by Kirsten Kerkhof
Source: direct

TITLE: "Nouvelle Cuisine"
AUTHOR: Kirsten Kerkhof * 
<kirstenkerkhof@gmail.com>
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
KEYWORDS: S R
RATING: NC-17. Smut. Turn around, kiddies!
SPOILERS: None. Just enjoy! XD
SUMMARY: Our dynamic duo give the term 
'nouvelle cuisine' a whole new meaning.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Why would I be the lucky 
one, huh? They belong to CC, DD, GA, 1013 and 
Fox and no infringement is intended.
ARCHIVING: Sure. I'll do Gossamer myself, all 
others: you're welcome when you tell me where 
it's going, 'kay?
FEEDBACK: Cherished and worshipped at 
<kirstenkerkhof@gmail.com>. Mulders on offer 
for those who write!

XxXxXxXxX

"We've been what?!"

I don't think I've ever seen Mulder look quite this 
flabbergasted. I hand him the papers that stopped my heart 
beating only minutes ago. It seems like it has a similar 
effect on him.
	
"You and I have been transferred. Effective immediately." 
My voice sounds like it's coming from another room, 
hollow and empty.
	
He scans the documents and frowns. "But why?"
	
I can't help a little smile. "Mulder, you know why. We've 
trod on the partnership rules, subsequently killed them off 
and then spit on their graves for good measure. Surely you 
haven't forgotten our little conversation with Skinner 
three days ago, have you?"
	
He looks away and shrugs half-heartedly. "Of course not, 
I just thought ..." He bites that luscious bottom lip of his 
and I have to look away before my body decides to 
mutiny. My body has no regard for my sensible brain 
when the thoughts are so obviously carnal in nature. "I 
just never thought he'd push it through. It doesn't sound 
remotely like something he'd do."
	
I look down for a moment, then back at him. "I don't 
think he had a choice anymore," I say softly. "We were 
the ones breaking all the rules, those exact same rules he 
has had to enforce to keep us walking in line ..."
	
I feel his gaze and meet it squarely. Something is brewing 
behind those expressive hazel eyes and somehow I doubt 
whether it's to the Bureau's benefit. I jump slightly when 
he slams his desk with his right hand.
	
"It's insane! Why are they getting at us? Everybody's 
doing it with everybody else and we all know about it!" he 
says forcefully, making a sweeping motion with his arm. 
"And they're all keeping their jobs, aren't they? They're 
all getting away with it!"
	
I don't answer, just look at him. Then I sigh and look 
down. "It's no use getting mad, Mulder. It's done, the 
paperwork has been approved, there's nothing we can do 
now."
	
"Oh, please, this can still be reversed, I'm sure it can, so 
don't give me that crap!"
	
That last comment really hurt. "What crap?" I ask, feeling 
insulted. "Just because I decide to live with it and I'm not 
about to stomp into Skinner's office and demand he make 
an exception for us *again*, doesn't mean I like it! But 
surely you have a better idea?"
	
He looks at me as if I've grown a second head. Then he 
turns away, looking slightly exasperated. "Well, *not* 
being split up of course."
	
I can't help a wry smile. Then I take a deep breath and 
reach for the transfer papers. "I think we've crossed the 
line one time too many with this. And at least it's not as 
though one of us is about to get shipped out to California 
or someplace else that far off. It's just inter-departmental. 
You're back in the VCS, I'm back at slicing up stiffs for a 
living. We'll still be more or less in the same building." I 
cross the office and wrap my arms around him. "So what 
if we can't see each other during the day? We still have 
the nights ..."
	
I feel his arms around me and his sigh ruffles my hair. 
"You're right of course," he says dejectedly. "It's just that 
..."
	
"What?"
	

"It just feels so ... wrong."
	
I don't answer right away. Then I take a deep breath. "I 
know. After all these years, it feels ridiculous."
	
We stand together like this for a while before he speaks 
again. "Shit, Scully, I can't take this lying down! I don't 
want to give in this easily!"
	
His anger hasn't abated yet, and I'm not surprised that it 
hasn't.
	
"I know," I say, "but what can we do?"
	
He presses his lips together in a frustrated expression. "I 
don't know."
	
At that moment we hear the phone on his desk ringing. 
Sighing, I reach over and answer it.
	
"Scully."
	
"Okay, I'll be over in 10 minutes."
	
"G'bye." With that I hang up.
	
"Who was that?" Mulder asks.
	
I shrug. "Steinhart, head of the pathology department. He 
wants me to come down for a briefing."
	
"Shit, they're not letting this one slip, are they?"
	
"Guess not," I just answer. He's not kidding.
	
"Will you be there all night or ..."
	
I glance at my watch. "Don't think so. It's already 3.15 
and you know the labs close for business at 5. And I don't 

think I'll be doing any emergency cases anyway."
	
"They may want you to to get to you," he suggests.
	
I smile wryly. "They're not going to give me the 
gratification of finding a break-through, you know that." I 
reach up and kiss him. "I'll see you in few hours." Then I 
let go of him and take my purse and jacket. When I've 
reached the door I turn back.
	
"By the way, when you go home, could you take along 
that little bag I've left on the chair? It contains what I'm 
planning to wear for you tonight."
	
He opens the bag and frowns. "There's only a lipgloss in 
here."
	
"Exactly," I smile and close the door behind me.
	
I swear I can still see his expression through the closed 
door ...

XxXxX

Well, I could've landed a worse job, I think, as I walk 
towards my car. A quick look at my watch tells me it's 
already 7.10 pm -- so much for my plans to be out of the 
building by 5.15 -- and I don't see Mulder's car anywhere 
in the lot. He must have gone home.
	
I smile. The security guards at the entrance must have had 
the shock of their lives, seeing Mulder walk out of the 
building while it was still light out. Then I sigh. What 
should he have stayed in for after all? We've been shut 
down, it's just a matter of salvaging what remains and 
hope for the best. I wonder if he's cleared out some of the 
office yet.
	
The traffic is pretty limited for a change and I make it 
home in almost record-breaking time. I smile a little when 
I see his car in the parking lot in front of my apartment. 
He's all but moved in with me, but with him being as 
pissed off as he was today, there was no telling whether 
he'd go to my place, or go home and mope in solitude 
instead.
	
I'm really glad he's here.
	

Not feeling like taking the elevator I climb the stairs to my 
apartment and let myself in. He's watching a ball game 
and even though it's nearly a quarter to eight I don't smell 
any food.
	
"Not hungry, Mulder?" I ask, hanging my coat in the 
closet.
	
"Are you?" he asks.

	
"Sort of. I had a late lunch but I should eat something. 
What about you?"
	
His expression darkens. "I'm not hungry."
	
"You must be, you didn't go out to lunch or anything," I 
say. I sit down next to him and look at his face. "What's 
wrong?"
	
He meets my eyes and chuckles incredulously. "What? 
Well, for your information, we've been split up if you 
didn't already know it!"
	
I frown with sudden anger. "Shit, Mulder, there's no need 
to take it out on me! I was just trying to ..."
	
"To do what?"
	
I take a deep cleansing breath. "To avoid the subject. I 
mean,  it's already happened."
	
He lets out a short harsh laugh. "Ain't workin'."
	
I swallow another surge of anger and try to make my 
voice sound normal. "You could at least let me try."
	
"How?" he says, sounding a little cynical.
	
I sigh and frown, feeling at a loss. He's so difficult to 
handle when he's in a mood like this. "I don't know! 
You're not exactly making this any easier for me either, 
you know. You're not the only one here who's had a 
tough day!"
	
I hear his sigh. "I know," he says softly. "I'm sorry. It's 
just so ..."
	
I don't say anything, instead I wait for him to finish his 
thoughts.
	
"... so ... I feel  liked they fucked with us, you know."
	
"Having to watch them close us down and split us up, you 
mean?"
	
"Yeah ..."
	
We're silent for a bit.
	
"Did you go and see Skinner?"
	
He nods.
	
"What did he say?"
	
He smiles a bit. "That he was sorry and that he'd tried to 
avoid it."
	
"Actually, I believe him."
	
He nods again. "Strangely enough, so do I. Although I 
have this sneaking suspicion he got a real kick out of that 
little conversation we had with him on Monday."
	
I chuckle. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life."
	
"Count me in. That was insane," he smiles. We look at 
each other and my smile grows wider when I see a 
devilish expression cross his features. "Wanna try it 
again?"
	
"Mulder ..."
	

He raises an eyebrow. "I don't recall this much hesitation 
the time we got caught on tape doing it and then doing it 
some more."
	
"I was horny beyond belief, Mulder, I would've jumped 
your bones in a crowded corridor if we'd happened to run 
into each other there."
	
"And you're not horny now?"
	
I smile and shrug slightly. "Not particularly," I reply, 
getting up from the couch and walking towards my 
kitchen. I've just entered the kitchen when he surprises 
me. I yelp when I feel his arms around my waist and his 
lips on my neck, nipping lightly.
	
"But I am," he says in a low gravelly voice, making me 
shiver a little. Still, I'm not going to give in just this 
easily. His ego wouldn't be able to stand the boost.
	
"Cut it out, Mulder," I smile, pushing him away half-
heartedly.
	
His only answer is to wrap his arms around me a little 
tighter, his hands wandering to all the right places. Well, 
I'm giving up, I have no choice really, since my body is 
fast issueing a veto here and I might as well give in.
	
I moan, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. 
	
"Everytime I see you, I want you. And when I saw you in 
the office, looking all  worked up but trying to remain so 
fucking calm, holy shit ..."
	
I bite my lip briefly. "Oh God ..."
	
"Do you want me now, Scully?"
	
I can't answer, only gasp. His mouth is tracing the outline 
of my right ear, then travels down to my neck. I'm 
reaching behind me to rub my hands over his ass, pulling 
him close.
	
"Because I want to fuck you so much right now," he 
continues, his voice still so low. "I don't care where, I just 
know I need you and I need you right now."
	
"Yeah ..." I finally manage to say. "Oh God, yes, right 
here ..."
	
He turns me around and with my head in his hands he 
starts kissing the living daylights out of me. I feel his 
hardness pushing insistently against my stomach and my 
panties are already starting to really soak through. How 
does he do it?
	
"Right here?" he asks with a smile.
	
"Right here," I reply. I arch an eyebrow. "You don't want 
to christen the kitchen?"
	
"Oh, hell yeah ..."
	
Pulling away roughly I begin yanking my clothes off. I 
may not have been very horny a few moments ago, but he 
sure knows how to push my buttons. He grins and starts 
following my example. We so need to get these clothes 
out of the way.
	
I'm unhooking my bra as he steps out off his boxers, 
baring himself completely to me. His cock is huge and 
throbbing with anticipation. I smile, unable to take my 
eyes off his erection while I peel off my sodden panties.
	
"You don't want to play?" I ask coyly and I grin when I 
see and hear his reaction. Guess not then. Suits me fine. I 
crook my finger to get him to come closer. "C'mere, 
Mulder. You know what they say: if you want something, 
take it."
	
"Oh, I want something," he says, his voice rough.
	
"Then take it."
	
He pushes me slowly against my fridge and I gasp when I 
feel the cold steel against my back. It only lasts for a 
second though, then he's on his knees in front of me and, 
pushing my legs wide apart, starts feeding on me as 
though he's starving. Which he probably is.
	
I'm moaning and gasping uncontrollably while his magic 
tongue performs acts I never even knew were physically 
possible, not even with all the experience I already have 
with him. It's only because he's holding me up that I'm 
not collapsing under his relentless assault. His incredibly 
talented tongue is alternatively stroking me from back to 
front, then tongue-fucking me. His hands haven't joined in 
and it feels like they don't even need to.
	
"Oh ... oh shit ... oh oh, yes right there ... oh ... fuck ..." 
I just can't keep still under his actions, it's that good.
	
"You like this?" he asks, taking the briefest pause from his 
delightful task.
	
I push his head back to where I need him most. "Yeahhh 
...", I sigh. I swallow before letting out another moan 
when I feel his mouth back on my pussy. "Shit ... don't- 
don't stop ... oh God oh God ..." 
	
"Let go," he urges between strokes, "come for me."
	
"Ohhhh, please yes!" I'm so close to coming now ... 
"...shit, oh Jesus I'm coming ... oh oh ...oh YESSS! Oh 
God, oh God ... oh ... GOD!!! ..." My orgasm hits me 
like a freight train, hard and mercilessly and it's fantastic!
	
He pulls away before my orgasm is fully over and, with 
me still feeling dazed from a positively mind-bending trip, 
he sits me on the kitchen table, my thighs spread wide. 
I'm just coherent enough to scoot a bit closer to the edge 
to make his entry easier, earning me a grateful smile. Then 
he lifts me up and with one thrust impales me onto his 
cock, causing an explosive sigh from both of us.
	
The first time we made love it actually hurt, having him 
inside me, almost as if I lost my virginity all over again. 
Well, he *is* pretty big. Nowadays, however, he just fills 
me to the brim and I can't get enough of it.
	
"Shit, you're so ..." he pants as he thrusts steadily, but 
forcefully.	
	
"What?" I say between sighs. I've closed my eyes and I'm 
clutching his body, trying to match his thrusts while still 
not falling off the table. We've had sex in all manner of 
positions, but some do feel more comfortable -- and this 
one isn't one of them. It doesn't matter to me now, 
though, I just need him here in me, fucking me hard and 
fast. I read somewhere that women don't like that -- well, 
they didn't ask for my opinion then.
	
"... so tight. God, how do you stay so fucking snug?"
	
I moan loudly when he lifts me up slightly to change the 
angle of his penetration. "I ... I don't -- aahhh -- don't 
know ... I'm not-" I gulp. "... not very big."
	
I see how he shakes his head, his expression unexpectedly 
tender for a moment. "No, you're not," he says softly. His 
thrusts pick up speed and I feel how he quickly 
approaches his climax. I'm still a little off, but I really 
want to come as well.
	
"Fuck me harder, rougher," I pant in a laboured whisper, 
"I want to come so bad ..."
	
"Want you to come," he replies, his voice hoarse, "... 
can't ... can't hold back ..."
	
I watch him tear apart right in front of me, and it's 
fantastic as he thrusts up one last forceful time and growls 
loudly. Shit, he's so gorgeous!
	
He slowly stills while I just keep on looking at him. I'm 
totally unable to tear my gaze away from him. Then he 
lifts his eyes and meets mine.
	
"You didn't come," he says, his voice soft but even, 
though a little out of breath. There is no judgment in it, 
rather it's a gentle statement.
	
I stroke his damp hair from his brow and smile. "I already 
came, it's okay."
	
He grins. "No, it isn't," he states, and quite frankly my 
body can't agree with him more, "I can feel it. Your body 
is screaming for it."
	
He moves his hand between our bodies and flicks his 
finger across my clit just once. My body reacts 
immediately and I buck under the sensation. "See?" He 
pulls out of me, but doesn't let go. Then his eyes take on a 
devilish glint, which, combined with the shit-eating grin 
that's still plastered on his face, brings me right back to 
the edge. "I'm gonna make you come so hard, your 
screams will set off car alarms." He pushes me back a 
little on the table and starts running his hands all over me.
	
"Oh God ..." I moan with my eyes closed, and I shiver 
with anticipation. Quite unable to do anything about it, my 
legs open wide and I hear him gulp.
	
"Holy shit," he groans, still stroking me.
	
I open my eyes. "What?" I pant. He's now lightly stroking 
the inside of my legs and I can feel my wetness combined 
with his cum ooze out of me in constant rivulets.
	
"You ..."
	
"What?" He's not making sense.
	
"Your legs ... fucking hell," he just says and I realise what 
he meant: I spread my legs for him. Well, what were you 
expecting then, Mulder?
	
Then he suddenly stops. What the ...
	
"Wait a sec," he grins, "I'll be right back! Don't touch 
yourself, I want to make you come."
	
"Where are you going?" I ask, bewildered. My body is 
absolutely throbbing with arousal, on the brink of what 
promises to be one hell of a ride, and he's leaving me, 
telling me to keep my hands to myself! Well, he's getting 
ten seconds to get his mouth back on my pussy -- if ten 
seconds at all -- or else I'm definitely bringing myself off. 
He can't leave me hanging.
	
He's back, thank God, but hiding something behind his 
back.
	
"If those are handcuffs, you realise I'll be using them on 
you afterwards, right?" I smile.
	
"Kinky, but no," he grins, "though we may get to that 
later. Close your eyes."
	
I frown, sitting up more. "Mulder ..."
	
He smiles. "I know, you don't like that, but I'm not going 
to blindfold you or anything. I just want you to ... feel, 
focus on feeling instead of seeing."
	

I relax and smile, closing my eyes. "Oh, okay."
	
He gently pushes me back onto the table. "I brought a 
pillow, do you want it?"
	
I'm touched at his consideration. "Thanks." He pushes it 
under my back.
	
With my eyes closed I feel him softly massage my thighs. 
The screaming need has abated slightly and he seems to 
know it.
	
"You like this?" he asks, moving his hands further up 
towards my wet burning centre.
	
I nod. "Yeah ..." I picture him watching me and I can feel 
his gaze fixed on my oozing pussy. I moan as I envision it, 
instantly making me ten times hotter. "Please, oh God 
please ..."
	
"Please ... what?" he teases.
	
"I just pictured ..." I sigh. "Your eyes ..."
	
I hear him chuckle. He knows exactly what I was 
picturing.
	
I bite my lip then let go with another moan. "Touch me. 
Please, touch me ..."
	
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you."
	
He's smiling, the bastard. "Please, Mulder, touch me, 
don't make me wait any longer! Touch me!"
	
"Touch you where?"
	
What the hell? Is he fucking stupid? But no, of course he's 
not, he's just teasing, making me beg, trying to get me to 
talk dirty. Well, if it's dirty he wants, it's dirty he can get.
	
"Touch my pussy!" I nearly scream. "Eat me out, do 
whatever, but make me fucking come!"
	
He stops for just a second, then I hear him growl. "Oh 
shit!" he only says, nanoseconds before I feel his fingers 
on and in me, stroking and teasing me -- and then an 
unknown object enters the game.
	
I can't help but howl when what seems like a thousand 
gentle pin pricks stimulate my clit. I open my eyes to see 
what's causing it, but he carefully clamps his hand over 
my eyes, forcing them shut.
	
"Shh, just feel," he whispers, while his magic fingers, and 
the mystery object, keep up their delightful work. He no 
longer needs to remind me of closing my eyes, I couldn't 
open them if I wanted to.
	
"Ooooh Goooooddd ..." I wail, feeling mind-boggling 
rays of arousal shoot through me, "... shit oh oh oooooo 
..."
	
He keeps on teasing me and I'm so close!
	
"Oh God ..." I pant. Then I open my eyes and look him in 
the eyes. "Are you hard, Mulder?"
	
His eyes fly open and he groans. Guess that means yes.
	
"Then get the fuck back in me!" I shout, "I want to come 
with you inside me ..."
	
He takes no time at all -- he removes his fingers and, sadly, 
the mystery object and pulls himself up. For a short 
moment I feel his cock against my opening, then he 
smoothly slides in, encountering no resistance whatsoever. 
It brings me over the edge, feeling him bottom out against 
my cervix. It hurts a little, but what a delicious sensation it 
is at this point!
	
Oh my God, I don't think I've ever come this hard, it's 
absolutely insane!
	
I'm strangely glad he hasn't come yet, because I want to 
watch him, feel him come inside me without my own 
climax distracting me.
	
"Any good?" he pants, looking at me.
	
Well, hell yeah! I smile widely and cock my head slightly. 
"Didn't my screams tell you anything?" I ask, my voice 
kind of rough around the edges.
	
He grins, slowly starting to thrust again. He stopped after 
my orgasm, but apparently this is beyond his control. And 
well it should be! "If your screams were anything to go 
by, I'd say that was one heck of ride!"
	
I come up and slant my mouth across his, kissing him 
roughly, trying to get him back into action. I break the kiss 
with a sudden move and look him straight in the eyes. "It 
was fucking unbelievable and you know it! Now move 
and come inside me!"
	
His eyes are liquid fire, but I quickly stop looking at them. 
Instead I'm looking down, looking at him sliding in and 
out of me. Shit, it's gorgeous!
	
"God, I love watching you make love to me," I pant, and 
it's true. I never really get to look because I'm just as 
eager to come as he must be right now, and in my current 
position there is no way my clit gets any stimulation. But 
what my clit lacks, my eyes more than make up for.
	
"Look at us," I whisper in his ear. He's incredibly close, 
but I want him to see our coupling, our mating. It's so 
primeval, so age-old. It's the way all living creatures 
propagate -- why should we be any different? "Mulder, 
look at us!"
	
His eyes pop open and meet mine. Then I slowly look 
down and I can feel his eyes following mine, and together 
we watch how we thrust, how we mate.
	
"Oh shit ..." he groans and his eyes slip shut and his head 
falls back. Somehow, this movement of abandonment is 
all the stimulation I need and I feel the waves come back 
in. I snap my hips back to make him sink in deeper and 
my clit to be stimulated as he pumps in and out of me. 
Then I hear his groan and I can feel him bottoming out in 
me, his seed spurting out deep within me. A few 
aftershocks are all that I need to come as well, and I can 
feel how my womb eagerly drinks up his healthy, strong, 
virile life. It's never felt so welcome, so right.
	
I have no idea how long we need before we're anywhere 
close to normal, but when I finally touch the ground again, 
I can feel my back protesting badly.
	
"Ouch," I mutter, quite involuntarily. His eyes pop open.
	
"You okay?" he says softly, still rather out of breath.
	
"My poor back," I smile ruefully.
	
His lets out a compassionate groan. "Shit, Scully, you 
should've said something!"
	
I grin. "I was kinda busy."
	
He matches my grin. "No kidding." Then his grin fades. 
"Still, I should have noticed." He lifts me up slightly and 
pulls out.
	
"I hate it when you do that," I murmur.
	
The grin is back. "You'd rather I stay in there?"
	
I takes his dear face in my hands and kiss him, rather more 
sweetly than he may have expected. "Well, yes. But we'd 
have some logistical problems sooner or later."
	
"Not to mention that there must be laws against it."
	
"I have no doubt," I say, smiling. Sliding off the kitchen 
table, I stand before him, my hands in his, and we just 
look at one another. "We christened the kitchen well!"
	
"We just gave the term 'nouvelle cuisine' a whole new 
meaning, didn't we?" he quips and I laugh.
	
"I'm never going to be able to look at my fridge and table 
in quite the same way again."
	
He chuckles, but then his smile disappears. "How's your 
back?" he asks, his eyes slightly worried.
	
"It's been better," I say softly. Then I smile lopsidedly. 
"It's been a lot worse, too."
	
"You want a massage?" he grins.
	
I smile widely in return. "Well, seeing that you're offering 
..." The simultaneous  rumbling of a pair of stomachs 
interrupts whatever else I might have planned to say 
though, and we start laughing. "Though we may have to 
attend to more pressing business first."
	
"Almost half past eight," he remarks with a glance at the 
clock, "no wonder."
	
With a quick kiss I let go off him and open the fridge -- the 
one that so obligingly let him perform his amazing 
cunnilingus tricks on me only half an hour or so ago.
	
"Fancy some take-out Thai leftovers from yesterday? I 
have chop-sticks."
	
I can hear the grin in his voice as his hands run over my 
sides and buttocks. "Oooo, if you get messy, do I get to 
clean you up?"
	
I take out the containers of Thai food and turn to face him. 
Then I rub my body against him. My hands may be 
occupied, but I can multi-task. I let my mouth touch the 
hollow of his throat and reply, "In any way you deem fit." 
I hear a gasp and I look up, smiling widely. "But only if I 
get to do the same in return."
	
"Well, obviously," he smiles. "What kind of lover would 
that have made me if I'd said no?"
	
Somehow, this really touches me and I'm glad I can turn 
around to pop the cardboard containers in the microwave 
and turn it on. Then I turn back and face him, involuntary 
tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.
	
"Hey hey, what's this?" he says softly, surprised.
	
I shake my head, smiling in spite of my tears. "I'm fine, 
Mulder, it's nothing."
	
"Uh-uh, wrong answer, sweetheart." His thumbs come up 
to carefully wipe away a few tears that have escaped. 
"What is it?"
	
"You're my lover," I blurt out, making him smile.
	
"Well, yes. I guess. And you're my lover."
	
Behind me the microwave sounds its ping, but when I turn 
towards it, Mulder stops me. "Leave it," he says in a low 
voice. His eyes are still searching mine, trying to find out 
the cause of the tears. "What is it, Dana? There must be 
more."
	
I nod, but can't answer.
	
With gentle hands his tilts my face up a little and presses 
the softest, sweetest, most loving kiss on my lips I have 
ever had the pleasure to feel. "Tell me."
	
I hesitate for just one more second and then I smile. I can't 
keep still any longer.
	
"We mated," I whisper.
	
His eyes widen as his face splits into a wide smile. I'm 
sure he never expected this term. "Yes, we did."
	
I walk into him, wrapping my arms around his chest, my 
head against his shoulder. I'm so much smaller than he is 
and yet, when we make love, we're such a perfect fit.
	
My voice is barely more than a whisper when I speak 
again. "When I was watching  ... us ... making love ..." I 
take a deep breath, "feeling and seeing you move within 
me ... it was so ancient, so right, so ... normal ..."
	
His eyes are dark pools of liquid fire as he nods slowly, 
but not saying anything.
	
I go on, searching for the right words as I speak. "It was as 
though ... as though it was the first time that ..." I take a 
deep breath, captivated by the look in his eyes.
	
"What?"
	
"It was as though it was the first time I was truly alive," I 
whisper.
	
He doesn't reply, but bends in to press a searing kiss on 
my mouth. Then, still lip-locked, I feel him steer me 
backwards towards my bedroom. A small voice tells me 
that the food was ready, but I tell it to shut up. I'm eating 
already.
	
I feel my calves hit my bed and, wrapping my arms 
around his neck so we can keep the contact, I sit and then 
lie back on the covers, dragging him with me and on top 
of me. Ah, this is much better for my back -- even though 
I'll still be feeling like hell in the morning.
	
I wrap my legs around his hips and I feel his cock at my 
entrance for just an instant before he slips in smoothly. It's 
only then that we break our kiss and look at one another.
	
"We're mating again," he says in a low voice.
	
I nod and smile, feeling his slow but confident thrusts. 
Somehow I just can't speak.

	
He bends down and gives me an Eskimo kiss, strangely at 
odds with our current activity, but so sweet.
	
"They shut us down," he says, "they're trying to split us 

up."
	
"They're way too late," I reply with a sigh. Then I smile at 
him. "Their timing was always shitty."
	
He chuckles. "Thank God for that."
	
I smile, relishing his relaxed, smooth slide in and out of 
me. I make him bend down towards me again and we kiss 
as we make love, kissing as leisurely as we love, taking 
our own sweet time. Somehow I can't help but feel that I 
wouldn't even need an orgasm now, I just want to stay in 
this position with him, so close, so intimate.
	
"What was that amazing thing you used on me, by the 
way?" I ask when we happen not to kiss for a moment.
	
He frowns. "What thing?"
	
"Back there when I was lying on the kitchen table. You 
went to get something and the next thing I knew I was 
going absolutely insane with pleasure. What was it?"
	
He grins widely. "You'll hate me when I tell you."
	
That only piques my curiosity even more and I know he 
can see it in my face. "Tell me."
	
His grin grows even wider -- never thought that was 
possible -- and he snaps his hips up in a move that is out of 
sync with his previous thrusts, causing a delicious 
stimulation to touch my clit. I gasp loudly.
	
"What was it, Mulder?" I pant.
	
"My tooth brush," he grins and then he really goes for it.

THE END