From: XFileLuv Date: Tue, 14 Apr 1998 21:01:15 EDT Subject: Three Days by Jennifer Arthur "Three Days" by Jennifer Arthur Disclaimer: The characters included within belong to the Fox Network, the creative people over at 1013, Chris Carter, David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. No infringement is intended. Classification: MSR Rating: NC-17 Time line: Season 5 Spoilers: Redux 2 Archive: Anywhere, as long as my name stays attached. And if it's not to much to ask, could you let me know? I'm nosy. Summary: Smut Author's Notes: This is for Lisa (the lud), the Queen of Mush; Amanda (Akinard2), for her logistics expertise; Shari (Scullysfan), for holding my hand before I took the leap; Lydia (and there is only one, you all know who she is), who loves smut just as much as I do; Mel (MelMooney2), for doing well at the Expo and asking about offing "that skanky ho" Marita; and for the rest of my beloved Screamers (Honoraries, as well), all of whom love me, despite my many flaws. Most importantly, this is for my husband Tom, who never ceases to inspire me in all aspects of life. ********************** Three days. Three long, trying, miserable days. God, I've seen things that would make seasoned veterans of the force have nightmares for years. I've suffered through those nightmares myself. I've faced both death and despair head-on, and I've danced with the devil more times than I care to count. I've lived a life of loneliness; grief and sorrow are no strangers to me. One would think that all of this history would make me stronger, make me more apt to deal with the curve balls that life pitches to me. But that is not so. I am weak. Dana Scully has been out of my life for three fucking days, and I am the geek I was in high school all over again, getting stood up for my senior prom. Standing in my black tux, wilting corsage in hand, feeling lonely and deserted. I am pathetic. The only difference between that high school geek and this FBI geek is that this time, I'm not being ditched permanently. Scully is only out of town for a pathology conference. They asked her to present and to head up a panel of expert forensic pathologists. I'm certain that she stated her research clearly and methodically. I'm also certain that those in attendance were very impressed. I am in love. Scully will not hear those words from my lips, at least, not until she has first spoken them to me. I have made a silent vow to myself not to utter the words "I love you" before she is ready to hear them. That will be =her= call, and it is the least I can do. She gives me so much that my willingness to let her maintain control of the destiny of this relationship is a gift I am happy to give. I am addicted. We have been lovers for less than four months, and already these three days without her seem to be three of the longest of my life. Before we began sharing our bodies with each other, it was less difficult the rare times that we went for days without seeing or speaking to one another. Now, a sense of loneliness, different from any other I've felt before, fills me. This loneliness pervades me, threatens to take over my soul, and it causes me to question the very man that I think I am. However, this particular loneliness is unlike that of the past. There is hope in =this= loneliness, as well as longing. This mixture of emotions fills me with expectancy, and my desire to touch her again burns brighter. I don't have much longer to wait. The airport terminal is crowded, but most travelers are flying out of, not into, the city for the weekend. Therefore, I am one of only five or six people waiting for the plane to land and its passengers to disembark. I see the plane taxiing up to the terminal. I've missed you, Scully. *********************** "Hi, Mulder." Scully is the tenth person to exit the plane, her carry-on gripped tightly in her hand. "Hey, Scully. How was the conference?" I ask as I relieve her of her bulky bag and pull it over my shoulder. She looks tired. "It went well, but the flight back was turbulent. I'm exhausted." We walk in silence, maneuvering against the mass exodus from city to suburb. Scully is still in business mode, and I'm certain that she spent the entire flight home reviewing the comments and critiques from the panelists. She's great at follow-up. She lives for closure. I load her luggage into the trunk as she climbs into the front seat. She seems tense, almost distant, and I can't help but wonder what is going through that brilliant mind. Didn't you miss me, Scully? More silence on the way home. I don't push her. I've tried to learn over time when it's best to press forward with Scully and when it's better to pull back. I may not always be successful in my assessment, but I try to give her the space that she needs, just as she gives me mine. We understand the need for it, even in the healthiest of relationships. Ours is far from healthy, but it seems to work, usually of its own volition and not by any overt efforts that we put into it. As we pull up in front of her apartment, she asks, "Mulder, can you come in? I need to talk to you about something. It's rather important. I had some time to think this week while we were apart, and well...We just need to talk." My stomach churns. This doesn't sound good, especially in combination with her aloof demeanor. "Sure, no problem. I was going to help you with the luggage, anyway." The journey to the apartment door takes far too long, and gives me too much time to think. The high school geek is back. <> <> <> Ok, the last one I can deal with. I have my reply ready as she slides the key in the lock. <> Scully walks to the table and flips her keys out of her hand, and I close the door behind me. As I work on keeping my paranoia in check, I ask, "Where do you want the bags?" She turns and faces me, and I'm certain that to her, I must look as if all that I'm missing is the wilting corsage. "You can just drop them right there by the door, Mulder. Thank you." The bags hit the ground with a soft thud, and she takes another step toward me. I think this is where I get the We Can't Be Together speech. I open my mouth to begin my defense, but her small hands on my chest startle me. She pushes my back up against the door, hard. Shit, she's angry with me for something. For the first time since she stepped off of the plane, I can see that her eyes have become brighter. The dullness brought on by exhaustion has left them. "Tell me something, Mulder." Fuck. I'm being called on the carpet for something, but I have no clue where this battle is going to lead. I can't find my voice. My reply is merely a quizzical look. "I need to know. Did you think about me while I was away?" My voice has returned, but is only a whisper. "Yes." She is staring at her hands on my chest, and she won't look me in the eye. Is this farewell difficult for her as well? She applies force with her hands, pinning me tighter against the door. "Did you think about =us= while I was gone?" "Yes," I whisper, my voice somewhat stronger this time. Finally, she brings her eyes to meet mine. "Did you miss me, Mulder?" My stomach drops, and I mouth the word, "Yes." Her hands slide up my chest and splay against my jawline. She states simply, "Show me." ********* Everything I'd just been thinking turns in a complete circle as Scully roughly pulls my face to hers. Her small, hard body replaces the hands that seconds before held me to the door. Jesus. My mouth closes over hers, and all thoughts of "good-bye" vanish. She's pulling away, only to come back and nip and tug on my lower lip. I catch her lush upper lip with my teeth and suckle gently. As I bring my hands to her hair, her fingers go to the buttons on my shirt. One by one the buttons come free of their buttonholes, and soon her hands are up under my t-shirt and running over my chest. I lose my fingertips in her reddish- golden tresses, trying to pull her head even closer so that I might just devour her whole and end this sweet agony. But Scully has other plans. She pulls my hands away from her head long enough to do away with my shirt and undershirt, so that I am standing before her with a naked torso. Her hands are caressing my shoulders, running over the muscles of my biceps, and setting my skin on fire. Just seeing those skilled fingers skimming over my flesh sends a new wave of blood to my groin. I focus on removing some of her clothing, and soon she is in only her bra and panties. The satiny navy blue matching set, the Victoria's Secret lingerie that she knows I love. So simple, and yet so beautiful. Just like Scully. No lace, no frills, but breathtaking, nonetheless. I fall to my knees, more than willing to offer up supplication for the gift standing before me. Instead of prayer, though, what I'd rather give is pleasure. I can literally feel the heat coming from between her legs. As her fingers flex at her sides, I tilt my head up to look into her eyes. She is watching me with great intensity, and her desire is evident on her face. I crouch lower, and run my tongue up her thigh, up the outer edge of her French cut panties. I ravish her other thigh with the same attention. I then dot the top edge of the briefs with tiny kisses, swirling the tip of my tongue in her navel as I pass over it. I look into her eyes again, and follow my tongue's previous path with my fingers. "Scully, you know how much I like these panties." This comes out as a statement, not as a question. It garners me a slight nod. "Scully? You wouldn't have...." I swallow hard, grasping the idea that is forming in my mind. I run my nose along the skin of her tummy that peeks out of the silk panties before I make eye contact again. "You didn't, by any chance, plan this tonight, did you?" I inquire, as my fingers move from the top of the flimsy material to the apex of her legs. Without touching her where I know that she most wants me to, I force my fingers to slide along the outer edges of the garment, back up to her hips. Now she is the one who is speechless. I catch the sides of her panties, and begin to pull them down her shapely legs. I run my lips over the crisp hair between her legs, and I blatantly breathe in her scent as the small patch of satin comes to rest on the floor. "Answer me, Scully. Did you plan this?" She whimpers, and her hands are now tangled in my hair. "If you planned this," I say, as I nudge her legs slightly apart, "it's working. I'd love nothing more right now than to bury my face between your legs and make you scream." Her head falls back as she moans softly, and she keeps her fingers entwined in my hair to maintain her balance. Looks like the high school geek is going to prevail, after all. And I =do= want to make her scream. But not yet. There is more of this wonderful body to savor. From the first day that I met her, I'd always thought that Dana Scully was a beautiful woman. But once she began seriously working out, I noticed a definite change in her body. She still has the most wonderfully sensual curves, but now she's more toned. She's fit. She's gained the weight back that she lost during her bout with cancer, and now she looks to be the epitome of health. My hands travel to her back, where it takes me only a few failed attempts to unhook her bra. I rise to my feet as the garment falls loosely from her shoulders, and she now stands before me naked, my Goddess of Strength and Beauty. Scully doesn't have the patience today to stand still and watch me as I take her in. It is one of my favorite past-times, one that I don't get to engage in often enough. Unfortunately, today she is unwilling to indulge me. I get the impression that she has other pleasures in mind for me. Her fingers curl around the waist of my pants, and I feel her tugging at my black calfskin belt. Before she disposes of the remainder of my clothing, she pulls me by my bunched waistband so that she is leaning against the side of her couch. Where Scully leads, I follow. My black wool pants are thrown on the couch, and my boxers, along with my black dress socks, are tossed on top of her discarded navy suit. I await her next move, and I am not disappointed when she pulls me to her for another deep and passionate kiss. My erection prods her belly, and I run my hands down her sides until my thumbs come to rest on her lower abdomen. This is one of Scully's sexiest spots, the soft mound of womanly flesh that covers her female organs. A sad twinge passes through my heart as I register the fact that the womb under this protective tissue will never serve its intended purpose. The choice that should be hers has been taken; taken by those whose power we have only begun to comprehend. I push that thought aside, however. I grieve for that loss privately. Scully and I have never discussed that aspect of her life, nor have we discussed how and if it will affect our relationship. If I were to bring it up, now would certainly not be the time. I lose the fleeting feeling of regret as Scully drags her nails across my torso. Her warm lips travel across my upper body, and I feel the moisture of her mouth matting the hair on my chest. Her teeth pluck at my flat nipple at the same minute that her hand closes around my erection. "Scully," is the only word that I can speak at the moment; my mind has blocked out any other thoughts. My focus rests only on the woman before me and the magical acts I wish her to perform on my body. My hands still rest on her hips. I use them to push her back against the side of the couch, and my penis begins its own hunt for the entrance to her body. Conscious thought returns to me as my mouth plunders hers once again, and I begin to formulate my plan to get us into the bedroom. As quickly as possible. I move to her chest, and run my fingers along the incredibly tender bones of her collarbone. My lips are soon on her nipple and my tongue dances over the hardened coral peak. Her head falls back as a sigh escapes her lips. As I move to her other breast, Operation Bedroom has begun. In the heat of passion, I am willing to risk serious bodily harm by the hand of Dana Scully in order to get us swiftly and gracefully into the bedroom. When I finish my seduction of her left breast, I will merely move from my slightly crouched position to gallantly sweep my lover into my arms. I convince myself that Scully will be too impressed with my efficiency to give serious thought to killing me. With one last gentle nip at her nipple, I plan my move. However, before I can display my ability to think well on my feet, Scully throws a wrench into my battle plan. Before I realize what is happening, Scully has turned her body around so that my penis is now pressing against her back, rather than her stomach. "Mulder.... Here. Now," she rasps, her voice low and throaty. So much for Operation Bedroom. ********************** Standing behind her, my hands caress their way down to Scully's breasts. As I hold their weight in my hands, I lightly run my thumbs around her areolas, carefully avoiding the sensitive peaks. "What do you want, Scully?" Just tell me, I'll die getting it for you. With her eyes closed, she turns her head to the left. I take this opportunity to outline the cartilage of her ear with the tip of my tongue, while she attempts to push her breasts into my hands and establish the contact she desires. Anything for you, Scully. I take the tips of her nipples in between the thumb and forefinger of each of my hands, and gently begin rolling them back and forth. The nails of her left hand dig into the back of the couch, and her right hand reaches behind her, seeking my erection. "Tell me what you want, Scully," I whisper in her ear. Her hand moves over the length of my penis. Her strokes are awkward due to her position, but her touch is enough to bring the first traces of fluid to settle on the tip of my more-than- ready cock. "I want =you,= Mulder." She takes her thumb and smoothes the fluid collecting on my penis over its head, and I see stars. Beautiful, bright, effervescent quasars. Scully shifts slightly to the right, where her knees rest against the arm of the couch. She turns to look into my eyes, and I see in the depths of her now cobalt orbs an abandon that I have never seen before. With her left hand still on the back of the couch, she slides her knees, one at a time, onto the padded armrest. With her eyes still locked onto mine, she demands, "Here, Mulder. Now." I position myself directly behind her once again. Scully tries to maintain eye contact with me, but I reach around and, cupping her chin in my hand, turn her head forward and ease my chest up against her back. I run my thumb over her lips, and I can feel her breath as it escapes in short pants. She releases her lower back muscles, which allows me to slowly bend her torso forward from the waist. My thumb still fondles her mouth, but my other hand is making its way downward, directly toward the apex of her legs. I am thrilled to see this aspect of Scully. I'm touched that she trusts me enough to =let= me see it. I've seen her in the throes of passion on many occasions since we've taken the next step in our relationship, but this.... This part of Scully is raw need, pure desire. I always knew that Dana Scully could be assertive, but this is truly delicious. With a soft chuckle in her ear, I tease her. "Scully, this is very interesting. Did they teach you this in Catholic school?" "Mulder....sssssssssss...." Her reprimand is lost in a hiss as I deftly slide my middle finger into her slick vagina. Her hips twitch as I spread the viscous fluid upward and over her clitoris, and I allow my finger to repeat this action several times. My other hand travels from her chin, over her neck, and it comes to rest on her shoulder. She bows her back, offering herself to me. Who am I to resist? I guide myself into her, and my fingers on her shoulder vibrate from the groan escaping her throat. I press myself all the way inside of her, savoring the feel of this most intimate of acts. Shit, has it really only been three days? The muscles of her vagina relax to allow me entrance, but as soon as I am buried to the hilt, Scully begins to clench them. I pull out slowly, and grasping her shoulder harder, I plunge back into her. I stand fully upright so that I can indulge myself in this vision. Her alabaster back is beautiful, and I can see the taut muscles in her arms, as one hand maintains its hold on the back of the couch and the other rests on the seat cushion. Her head is flung back and turned slightly to the side, causing her cropped hair to fan across her shoulders. It shimmers as I withdraw and thrust into her once again. My gaze travels downward, to the flare of her hips. Damn. They are perfect. I love a woman with curves in all of the right places. I pump once more into her, as my eyes take in the tattoo. I'm not quite used to the sight of it, and it is yet =another= issue that Scully and I have not discussed. Perhaps we never will. My issues regarding the tattoo are forgotten, however, as my eyes reach the place where our bodies are joined. I pull out of Scully completely so that I can watch myself ease into her from tip to root. I pick up my pace slightly, loving the sight of my hips pounding against her perfectly rounded ass. Scully feels my pace quicken, and gently rocks her hips to meet each of my thrusts. I can hear her breath becoming shallower, and I know that she is enjoying the feeling of our bodies connecting, as well. I also know that this flawless body that I am sinking into cannot reach orgasm by penetration alone. This is fine with me. It gives me the opportunity to test my creativity as well learn the more important nuances of Scully's body. To date, I've not failed once in obtaining my goal. And tonight will be no exception. ********** I run my hands from Scully's hips, up her back, and slide them over her shoulders. As I blanket myself over her, my fingers slide down her arms. The pace of our hips has slowed, and I take a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of being this near to her. I nuzzle the peach-like fuzz at the nape of her neck, as our previously frenzied pace reaches a more comfortable cadence. When she whispers my name, one of my hands moves to her breasts, alternating from one to the other. As I tease her nipples with my fingers, my other hand moves once again to the juncture of her legs. Keeping a steady meter with my hips, I reach between Scully's thighs and gently massage her clitoris. This time, my strokes are less languid; my intent is more focused. My hands and cock work her body in tandem, and I know that I have found the perfect rhythm when her head pulls back and a long, jagged sigh makes its way from deep inside of her. "Oh, God, Mulder.... " Did you miss me, Scully? She starts making sounds, almost animalistic in nature, a combination of grunts, groans and sighs, and my middle finger slightly increases the pressure between her legs. She's on the verge of release now, and my hips instinctively pick up the tempo as I rain kisses across her back. She's there.... Scully's orgasm is beautiful to observe. Her hips have lost all control, her fingers are gouging at the couch, her vocal chords are straining, her neck is arching back...I can even catch a glimpse of bared teeth as her face twists in ecstasy. I don't fall over the edge at the same moment that Scully does. Simultaneous orgasms are overrated, in my opinion. If I were focusing on myself at this moment, I would be missing out on the pleasures that Scully's release offers. Aesthetics aside, the feel of her vaginal walls milking my erection makes my penis that much harder, and the pain of my pleasure that much more satisfying. As the intensity subsides, Scully regains her balance and we resume our previous rhythm. She stretches both of her arms out in front of her, using the couch as leverage to push back against my groin. Her back is now flushed, and her hair bounces wildly about her shoulders with each press of her hips. I take her ass in both of my hands, and begin my own ascent towards orgasm. The only sounds are those of our heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. I can feel the tension building in my body, and I blurt out, "Scully, you feel so fucking good!" She replies with a breathy, "So do you.... Come for me, Mulder." I pound into her, spurred on by her words. As my hands clutch at her firm hips and ass, I am conscious of the fact that I am probably going to leave slight bruises behind on her fair flesh. <> The pressure builds until I can no longer keep my focus...I am lost as I empty myself into Scully. Four sporadic strokes later, I am slumped over her, trying to catch my breath. ************* "Mulder, I have to move." I stand up, still panting, and Scully pulls herself forward onto the couch with a small grunt. On shaky legs, I walk around to the front of the couch and lie next Scully, pulling the afghan from the back of the couch to cover us. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing pattern is returning to normal. When Scully nudges my shoulder with her nose, I pull her into an embrace and kiss the crown of her head. Her hand snakes across my abdomen, and she gives me a small squeeze. After a few moments of recuperation, I speak. "Scully, your...seduction. It was amazing. I like your methods." She lifts her head to look me in the eyes. "Mulder, I don't know =what= you are referring to." I trace the arched eyebrow over her right eye with the tip of my finger. "Scully," I say, with a soft chuckle. "Your legs are freshly shaven. You can't fool me." She concedes with a snicker, and rests her head back on my shoulder. I continue to speak, my fingertips softly running up and down her arm. "I have to admit, your ruse to get me up here caused me more than a little panic. When you said that you needed to talk to me.... I just assumed the worst." She takes a deep breath, and says, "Mulder, that wasn't entirely a ploy to get you into my apartment and get you naked." Her voice grows serious as she continues. "I do want to talk to you. As I said, I spent some time while we were apart thinking about you. Thinking about us." A small feeling of insecurity makes its way into the pit of my stomach, but I suppress it. I owe it to her, and to myself, I realize, to hear her out before I begin reacting. I remain silent, but my fingers continue their journey along her arm. "Don't think that I'm unaware that I can seem distant and cold at times. Actually, most of the time. I can assure you, Mulder, that there is never a need for anyone to point out my flaws. I am well aware of each and every one of them." "Scully...." I don't want to hear this; I can't listen to her self- deprecation. "No, Mulder. I need to say this." I watch as her hand pulls the blanket tighter against her body, before she continues. "Regardless of where we've stood on issues related to both our personal and professional lives, I've come to count on the fact that you will be there, no matter what the outcome. I've drawn on your passion and your strengths more than I'm willing to admit." "Scully," I quietly interrupt, "you're the strong one..." "Mulder," she rushes on. It now hits me just how difficult this is for her. "I don't want us to take each other for granted. And I feel that on too many occasions, we've done that. It struck me while I was at the conference that, as much as I've accepted the fact that no matter how great the chasm may seem between us at times, we will end up on the other side. Together. Then I began to wonder if you know that, too." She lifts herself up on her elbow, and turns to search my eyes. I push an errant lock of hair out of her face, and I tell her, "I do know that, Scully." She leans in to touch her lips to mine. The first kiss is feather- light. The second kiss is deeper, as if she is trying to convey to me all of the emotions that she cannot verbalize. "I guess what I'm trying to say, Mulder, is that.... I missed you while I was gone." She pulls herself on top of me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. My hands cover her waist as she kisses me tenderly once again. "Mmmmmyes..." she whispers. "I missed you a lot. And I just want you to know that." My face breaks into a smile, a grin that I am certain is goofy. And yet, Scully appears to find it pleasant. Her lips curl up as well, and she asks, "What?" My heart rate has picked up; I feel as if I could burst into song, and I'm certain that angels are singing somewhere.... But I merely reply, "Nothing," as my goofy grin widens. "Well," she begins, as she slips off of the couch. "I'm going to go take a shower. Care to join me? We can explore the various aspects of 'nothing.' If you're feeling up to it, that is," she challenges. "I'm up to it, Scully," I reply, fully prepared to meet her challenge. "I'll be there in a minute. Why don't you go ahead and get the water started." Halfway through the living room, she turns to me and asks, "Mulder, you wouldn't be watching my backside, would you?" I give her my most innocent look, throwing the words she spoke earlier back at her. "Scully, I don't know =what= you are referring to." She resumes her path to the bathroom, letting her hips sway a little more than usual for my benefit. Before she steps behind the door, I call to her. "Scully?" "Yes?" "They were a long three days, weren't they?" She tilts her head to the side. Without even having to think about it, she nods. "Yes, they were, Mulder. Very long. And I'm glad to be home." She steps into the bathroom, and soon I hear the water running. THE END ***All feedback will be answered happily and promptly: XFileLuv@aol.com. I'd love to hear any constructive criticisms, as well. My cats will promptly pee on and extinguish any flames. Thanks for reading!