Disclaimer:This is a Mulder Scully romance containing adult consentual sex. So if that bothers you or if you're under age, stop reading now. As usual I don't own any of these characters, they belong to 10-13 et al and Gillian Anderson, David Duchovny and Chris Carter. Thanks to Iz and Leslie for constructive criticism and posting help. And to "The Final Cut" the first professional film I worked on, for the initial inspiration. This story evolved in an odd way. At first it ended at the end of part one but I was told by certain people who shall remain nameless that it needed more sex. However when I wrote the additional scene(s),I was in a different mood. I hope the two parts work together, I'm open to *constructive* criticism and suggestions. Any unnecessarily stupid flames will be fed to the Savage Coonhound of Hastings Mill. This can be read as being in the same universe as "Sex Lies and Video tape" and the forthcoming"Roadblocks" but prior reading is not necessary. All comments and criticism to mkatz@unixg.ubc.ca Words and Music(NC-17) by The Bondi Gargoyle Pt 1- Under Lock And Key 11:52 am Clink. "Mmmm." Clink. Clink. "Ohhh, umm right there." Mulder lifted his head to look at her, his hands still roaming. Her head was tossed back, her eyes closed. She was biting her lip but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile. She opened an eye to check why he had stopped. He beamed down at her with a satisfied expression. "Yeah well its your turn next, you smug bastard." she laughed "Now get back to what you were doing." "Yes ma'am" He touched his lips to her heated skin, luxuriated in the salty sheen that covered her. He shifted to take her breast into his mouth when something caught his attention. He froze. Scully sighed and opened her eyes again. He was concentrating on something and it wasn't her. "Now what is it?" she asked with annoyance. "I heard something." "Me, probably." "No. A scuffling sound." "The neighbours? The walls are pretty thin." He was momentarily distracted from his new quest "You mean they can hear us-" She tried to shrug though it was difficult in her present situation, "Why do you think I always put the stereo on?" Mulder frowned "I think we need to find you a new place to live." "Later" Scully arched impatiently toward him "There it is again. Something's definitely out there." "I'm a helluva lot more concerned with what's going on in here, which is currently nothing." "Scully, what if its a burglar?" "Then they'll take the stereo and the silver and leave us alone." "I can't believe you sometimes" he said sitting up, clearly disturbed by her attitude "You can't believe me? You want to go play junior G-man while we're making love and you can't believe me?" He kissed her quickly, pulling the blanket up around her " Be right back." "Mulder!" she hissed. He paused midway to the door and looked at her "What?" "Unlock me, you idiot" she raised her handcuffed wrists along the pole of the bed frame. "Ah." "Ah?" "I can't, the key's in the living room" "Why the hell is the key in the living room?" "Because that's where you removed my pants." he said simply. She sighed and sank back against her pillows. "Dana?" he was leaning over her looking concerned "Are your boxers and gun out there too?" He nodded a tad sheepishly "That'll look great on the report won't it?" "I'm less worried about the report and more about important parts of you getting shot off." she managed a slight smile which he matched "Gun in that drawer, towel in that one." He quickly grabbed the necessary items. He stopped and glanced at her "God you look beautiful" "Yeah yeah, just be careful out there." "Sure Sarge." He wrapped the towel around himself, cocked the gun and let himself into the living room. Whoever it was, was in the kitchen. He moved quickly to the sofa; that was where he'd last seen his pants. Scully's clothes were puddled by the couch, and he could see his shirt hanging from the closet door handle, but no sign of his pants. He moved toward the kitchen, gun outstretched. "Hi Mulder." He jumped back, lowering the gun. "Thanks you just took a year off my life." Bill Scully Jr grunted in reply. He was leaning against the counter holding a bottle of beer in one hand and Mulder's pants and boxers in the other. Bill took a swallow of beer as Mulder moved back into the living room, surreptitiously kicking Scully's clothes under the couch. "So watcha doing here?" Bill asked as he followed Mulder back to the living room and flopped into an arm chair. , Mulder thought with some annoyance. In the bedroom, Scully heard the familiar sound of her brother's voice and panicked. she smiled fondly at the thought of her baby brother with whom she'd conspired against the 'bigguns'. Charlie, who was at grad school in California and was, therefore, in no danger of walking in on her. "Aren't you supposed to be in Bosnia?" Mulder asked "Trying to get rid of me?" "Not at all, but Scu.. your sister said you were stationed over there." "I'm on leave." "Oh. " Scully strained to hear what was going on, wondering if she could work her hands free. Bill took another sip of beer, studying the pair of khakis hanging from his finger as though they were a large fish he'd just caught. "So now that we've established what I'm doing here, let's talk about you" he said with a sadistic smile "Me?" Mulder repeated cautiously. "Well let's start with something easier, like where's my sister?" "Out." . Scully gave another tug at the cuffs. It was useless, the whole point of the exercise was that she couldn't get out. "What was that?" Bill asked "What was what?" Mulder replied "That noise." "I don't hear anything" "From the bedroom, I heard a noise. Kind of metallic." "Neighbours" Mulder said sagely "Can I have my-" "So you often come here when my sister's out?" "I have a key." Mulder reached for his pants. Bill put down his beer, changed the pants to the hand further from Mulder, picked up his beer and took another drink "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" "I was taking a shower." "Why aren't you wet?" "Excuse me?" "You're bone dry. If you were taking a shower, you should be wet. You're not" Bill pointed out with infuriating logic. Scully thought ruefully "Don't go in there!" Mulder's voice sounded more panicked than he'd intended. Bill had stood up and moved toward the bedroom. "I beg your pardon, Mulder?" "I don't think Scully, would like you in there. When she's not there, here." Mulder stuttered. Bill was looking at him strangely "You came out of there." "It's where the towels are. I needed a towel. I was about to take a shower and I..." Bill tossed the pants at Mulder's head and moved to open the bedroom door. Scully braced for the fireworks. "Bill, stop!" Bill turned and advanced on Mulder. "Mister you've got about 10 seconds to tell me what the hell is goin' on here or I'm gonna get an entire class of midshipman to come up here from Annapolis and kick you into next week." < Gee he gets a Southern accent when he's mad too. I wonder if it's genetic> Mulder thought, desperately trying to come up with a suitable answer "I'm waiting." Bill said fiercely "I've got a woman in there." "I beg your pardon." "I knew Scully was out till late and my apartment's... well, anyway I brought a woman back here." Mulder opened the door slightly and tossed the pants in what he hoped was Scully's general direction. "You're screwing some other woman in my sister's bed?" Bill was aghast. Scully dug out Mulder's keys and quickly began to unlock the cuffs, wondering if she could prevent Bill from killing her lover or whether she would have to call reinforcements, and who that particular cavalry might be. Mulder braced himself for the inevitable punch. Normally he considered himself a pretty tough opponent but he was naked and he wasn't sure he was a match for a rampaging Scully Bill stared at Mulder and then he began to smile "You brought another woman here? You old dog, Fox." It was now Mulder's jaw which dropped open. It mirrored Scully's expression, though he couldn't know that. "Oh boy, Mulder. You and some pick-up in Dana's bed. Oh that's rich. She'd have seven kinds of fits." "She's about to have all seven right now." a woman's voice interrupted them. Bill automatically looked to the front door than realised the voice had come from the bedroom. Scully was standing loosely wrapped in a sheet, the handcuffs still dangling from her left wrist. In her right hand she was holding Mulder's gun. "You told me she was out." Bill accused Mulder. "I lied" Mulder shrugged. "I oughtta-" Bill took a step toward Mulder fist raised "Leave him alone" Scully cocked the gun. Mulder eased toward Scully "Am I in trouble too?" he asked her "I haven't decided. Where did you come up with that other woman scenario?" "C'mon Scully. It was the best I could do. I'm a bit light headed" she cocked an eyebrow "You know blood to the extremities" he muttered. "I think I get the picture" she said with a slight smile. "As for you" she returned her attention to her brother as Mulder moved behind her, resisting the ridiculous urge to stick his tongue out at Bill "Billy, what are you doing here?" "I'm on leave." "Not in my apartment, you're not." "Mom sent me." "Nice try." Scully shook her head thought Mulder, Bill looked indignant "Whaddya mean 'nice try'? Mom worries about you y'know." "Mom knows this is the first weekend in six that I haven't had to work. Mom knows that unless she hears specifically otherwise, I intend to spend as much of the weekend as possible in bed. With him," she jerked her thumb back at Mulder. "Mom doesn't know you're here, does she?" "I was bored" Bill finally admitted "Deal." "C'mon Sis, Aunt Vivian and Mrs Mulchahy from next door were both over, I needed some conversation under eighty." "And everyone else was busy" Scully said dryly "Yeah.. I mean no. Mom's key to your apartment was on the rack I thought I'd come hang out here." "Billy" Scully spoke slowly and clearly "When you so rudely disturbed us,we were in the process of having mind altering sex. Now I will give you the count of three to get the hell out of my apartment." "Or what?" "Or I'll shoot you. Don't think I won't . Ask Mulder. I shot him once." "For my own good of course" Mulder added. "Dee...." "One" "For Pete's sake." "Two...." "I'm gone. I'm gone." Bill surrendered "Lock the door behind you" Mulder called. Hearing the bolt thrown home both relaxed "Were you really going to shoot him? " Mulder asked as Scully sank onto the couch. Scully held up the gun, butt out. "No clip." she said with a smile then groaned "I suppose I should be glad that he didn't actually see me trussed up like a Christmas goose, but I'm sure he'll figure it out." she jangled her left wrist. Mulder retrieved the keys from the bedroom, sat beside her and removed the remaining cuff. He set them on the table next to the guns and kissed the mark they had left. Scully slumped against him. "Why did you come out of the bedroom?" Mulder asked "We almost had him fooled" "I just saw red. When he started encouraging you with that chauvinistic little excuse you dreamed up, I just blew a circuit." "I thought that was my job" Mulder kissed her shoulder, parting his lips to run his tongue along her collar bone "To blow your circuits?" she asked, absentmindedly stroking his hair. "To blow *your* circuits." he lowered her back onto the couch. "So we're back to the missionary thing are we?" "You can be on top if you'd prefer." he murmured into her skin, warming to his task. "Yippee. I was kind of hoping for something different" "We're on the sofa." "I repeat, Yippee" Mulder sat up "Dana, what is going on? 'Cause right now you're killing the mood and even your lug of a brother didn't do that." "It's not you" she sighed getting up and going to the kitchen for a glass of water, "it's me." "*I repeat* what's going on?" he joined her in the kitchen. "Well, I went out with Cathy and a bunch of the girls-" "Women" he corrected "I'm allowed to call them girls, you're not. Call it a post-feminist double standard. Anyway we got talking about sex in unusual places and I released I haven't had anything but straight sex since I was in medical school." "You were a lesbian in med school?" Scully paused "Let's not go there. What I meant was that I had sex in the medical library once, while it was open but since then well its been basically in a bed or a sofa, I mean not even a car." "Cars are uncomfortable." "I know. But just once in a while for variation? Mulder, please don't get offended. I love making love with you. You're a fantastic lover. How do I explain this? Its like I love my mother's spaghetti, she makes great spaghetti. But she makes it with tomatoes. Charlie makes spaghetti with pesto and every so often I like his instead of Mom's even if its not as good. Listen to me, I've reduced my entire sex life to Julia Child." "Better that than American Gladiators" he wrapped his arms around her "So you'd like some variation?" "That's what the cuffs were about. I mean given that we're law enforcement officers I didn't think having sex in the Lincoln Memorial was such a good idea, that was Cathy's prize winner." "With Howard?" Mulder interjected in disbelief. Howard was the lead French Horn player in the Washington Symphony, and as much as he was trying to improve, very uptight "Howard? Not bloody likely. No, when she was in grad school with Trent, the hockey player. Anyway, its not really an option for us but I don't know about you but until Billy came by, I was enjoying what was happening a whole hell of a lot. Weren't you Mulder?" Cont..... =========================================================================== From: mkatz@unixg.ubc.ca (The Bondi Gargoyle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Words and Music NC-17 2/2 Date: 23 May 1996 21:02:36 GMT Words and Music (NC-17) cont by The Bondi Gargoyle X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Status: RO See part one for that disclaimer type stuff Pt-2 On Ice "I don't know about you but until Billy came by, I was enjoying what was happening a whole hell of a lot. Weren't you Mulder?" "Scully...," Mulder began, his face and voice full of warmth and affection as he sought the right words. She misinterpreted his pause. "Go get dressed." "You're throwing me out?" "I'm throwing us out. Suddenly I feel claustrophobic. Let's go for a walk." Mulder studied her for a moment. Sometimes he worried that what would ultimately destroy them was not Cancerman, but their difficulties in being vulnerable in front of another. Sighing, he followed her into the bedroom and pulled on his clothes. They walked around the mall enjoying the the sunshine and the other people. He bought her an ice-cream and they ate them watching children climb on the dinosaur outside the Natural History Museum. "I know the Lincoln memorial is out," Mulder murmured in her ear, gazing up the mall, "But how about the steps of the Capitol?" "How about Senator Matheson's desk?" Scully retorted laughing. He tightened the arm around her waist, relieved. If she was able to laugh at herself, the wound wouldn't fester. "I think there's a game on" Scully said, as they returned to her apartment. "Scully, we live in the age of 450 international satellite channels. At any given time, day or night, there's a game on." "Oh and you get all 450, Smart Ass?" "Me? No. The Lone Gunmen? Yes." She smiled "Why doesn't that surprise me. " "Frohike keeps posting the scores from hurly on my e-mail " "Well I don't think I can offer Irish warfare with my limited cable but I believe the Orioles are playing at home." She disappeared into the kitchen and Mulder heard her getting down a couple glasses. He glanced at the set, then followed her. She'd set two ice filled glasses on the counter and had her head in the fridge. "Do you want lemonade or ice tea? " she called " Billy drank the last beer." "I want you." Mulder replied softly. She started, not expecting him to be so close. "It's not an either or thing," she teased softly "You can have me and ice tea." "We never finished our discussion from this morning," Mulder commented. "I was being silly," she shook her head, as he moved closer, shutting the fridge. "No you weren't ." He stood right in front of her, his arms braced on the counter on either side. He saw a flicker cross her eyes and remembered she still sometimes felt vaguely overwhelmed by his height. He bent down and found her mouth with his own. He kissed her passionately, keeping his body arched so that only their lips touched. "That was.... pleasant" she gasped, when they parted, not sure why she felt off balance with him. "You're embarrassed by what you said earlier, aren't you?" "It's not just what I said, my brother almost found me handcuffed to my bed." "So?" "Mulder...I'm a federal agent." "No you're not." "I'm not ?" "No. You're not. Not here, not right now. Right now , you're simply Dana Katherine Scully. And I'm curious." "About what?" "Whether you'd still like to make love somewhere other than your sofa or bed?" She blushed, all the answer he needed. He lifted her onto the counter. "Mulder!" she protested, not knowing fully what she was protesting about. "No-one can see us," he murmured , "no-one will know. We can do whatever you'd like." He reached into the nearest glass and retrieved an ice cube. He ran the piece of ice across the back of her neck, up behind her ear, and down along her jaw. "Umm," Scully sighed appreciatively "Nice?" Mulder asked "Nice," she murmured. He moved it down her throat, gently swirling it in the hollow at the base. He paused and licked the melted water, then pressed the remainder of the cube against her lips. "Open" he whispered. She did as he requested, and he put the sliver of ice in her mouth. His tongue followed it there too. He carefully undid the buttons of her blouse and pushed it back off her shoulders, gently sliding it down and off. Next, he unclipped her bra and it joined her blouse. She leaned back on her hands offering herself up to be pleasured. "Wanton woman" he chuckled, reaching into the glass "Complaining?" "Who me?" He put his arms around her, and slid the ice down her spine, smiling as his other hand, trailing behind it, felt the tiny shivers the teasing was inducing. When he reached the base of her spine he moved outward in slow arcs, his other hand smoothing and drying until the piece had totally dissolved. When he retrieved a third cube, he put it in his mouth, juggling it on his tongue for her to watch. Scully arched an eyebrow at him, trying to look cool and collected. She failed. Mulder didn't bother taking the time to gloat. The smouldering look in her eyes almost made him swallow the ice. Holding it in his teeth he lowered himself to her breasts. He moved in slow circles then over the hardened nipple. Scully gasped and sank back against the upper cupboards, bringing her hands forward to tangle in his hair and massage his neck. She grasped his shirt and pulled it up and over his head "Mulder that's ...amazing" she gasped. She was aroused even more by the fact that these familiar motions were cool instead of the expected heat. The ice melted as he finished her second breast. She clasped Mulder to her, his skin warm and soft against hers. Quietly murmuring in her ear, he worked her shorts open and off. "I'm never going to be able to cook in here again," she moaned. "You're doing a pretty good job right now" Mulder whispered hoarsely. He was rock hard but chose to ignore that fact. This was about Scully, he wanted to watch her inhibitions tumble down. He wanted her to blush every time she walked through the Ikea display kitchens. He slid his hands along the base of her skull, his thumbs gently stroking her closed eyes. She was aware suddenly, as his hands linked, that the FBI had taught him hand to hand combat; that he knew how to move from this position to one that would cause a person's neck to snap. It was a morbid thought but she relished it, not for itself but because of the way Mulder held her, the antithesis of that reality. His hands spoke of extreme gentleness, of never having fear him, of gifts of joy so gladly given by a man who had received so few. "Mulder." she whispered. It was not a question or a plea, but an affirmation. He tipped the last piece of ice from the glass. Holding it firmly in his teeth he started at the peak of her forehead. Using the ice like a piece of charcoal, he drew a line downward. His fingers traced its path, smudging the drops of moisture outward as he slid over her nose, her lips, her chin down her neck to her breastbone, to her navel. He pulled her hips forward and removed the last vestige of clothing. His hands slipped to her thighs and gently parted them. As the ice touched her intimately she bucked forward, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Ssh" he whispered as she whimpered. The ice had all but melted so he swallowed it, swirling it around on his tongue as he did. He lowered his mouth to her, kissing her, tasting her. Scully gasped. It defied physics: hot and cold all at once. His tongue moved in circles and a shudder passed through her. Her hips moved involuntarily to press against him. Embarrassed, she began to pull back. "Don't you dare" Mulder murmured. "Just let yourself go." He returned to his task, relishing it, his hands moving to aid his tongue. She felt her body tense and then relax as the wave crashed over her. She slumped forward as Mulder stood back to his full height and embraced her. It took a minute for his own breathing to steady. "Better than the Lincoln Memorial?" he quipped once it had. Scully laughed breathlessly. "You are definitely the number one attraction this city has to offer." He kissed her gently on the lips, soft and fleeting almost shyly. "I love you so much sometimes, Mulder" she murmured her arms wrapped tightly around him, her forefingers tracing patterns on his back "No not sometimes, all the time but especially times like now." "Why?" he asked suddenly. She opened her eyes and they held a question. "Could.. Would you tell me why you love me?" Mulder asked softly. He wondered where this was coming from. A moment ago she had been willing putty in his hands and now he was completely in hers. And for some reason, he was terrified. "What are you scared of?" Scully asked He lay his head on her chest, listening to her breath and pulse like they were an aria. "I'm afraid that what you love isn't really me. That you think you see something that isn't really there." "That is frightening." Scully agreed, rubbing her knuckles against his cheek. "I'm sorry" Mulder said "I swore to myself I was just going to look after you today." He pulled free " What would you like to do next?" "Watch what's left of the game"Scully muttered and released him. She eased herself off the counter fumbling for her shirt and shorts. She pulled them on not bothering with underwear. "Why do you do that?" she asked , "Why won't you let yourself need me." "I was trying... You wanted..." "Are you afraid of me?" "No." but he moved away from her and braced himself on the edge of the counter, gripping it so tightly the edge cut into his hand. Scully sighed "Its only going to work, Mulder, if you let down the difficult walls. The easy ones don't count." He smiled sadly as she echoed his own thoughts of earlier, " I know" "What you just did, no-one's ever done that for me. It makes me feel very special" "Good, it was supposed to" "But as great as that felt, it is nothing compared to when you really trust me. When you let me see some part of yourself that you've buried so deep, even you don't remember its there. He turned and looked at her "Really?" "Really." He sat in one of the kitchen chairs contemplating this. "Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac?" "No. Trust is." Mulder keenly felt the destructive power of words. His father had never hit him but he'd never had to. The things he said had been worse than a hundred beatings. He realised though that Scully's words weren't something he had to fear. He held out a hand to her and she took it, allowing him to draw her to stand before him. "Have a seat" Mulder offered and she sat in his lap, facing him, her hands naturally resting at his shoulders. He placed his hands at her hip and for a moment they sat there gazing into each other's eyes. He seemed to be gathering his courage. She ran a hand through his hair. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. Ever" He took a deep breath and pulled her close "Tell me why you love me" he said again. Scully smiled and leaned her head forward till her mouth was at his ear. Her voice was low and breathy as she began to talk. She told him of his integrity, of his loyalty, of his sense of humour, of his dedication to his family regardless of what they did to him. She told him about the way he always made sure there was a cup of coffee for her when she came to work in the morning, the way he took flowers to her sisters grave once a week; about the times he rubbed her back lulling her to sleep, of the times when he thought she'd been asleep and he stood watching over her. Silly things like the way he tied his shoelaces , the way he moved his hands, the expressions on his face when he watched football. And a thousand other things. All, despite his terror about him, only him. As she talked, his hands moved again. They once again removed her clothing and shed the rest of his. They massaged her lower back and climbed her spine, they moved forward to cup her breasts and smooth her face. He kissed her neck and throat but did not want to move to far from the spell she was weaving. Eventually one of her hands left his neck where they were clasped, and took his hand. She guided him slowly down to the juncture of her legs. Slowly, carefully he began to stroke and touch her the way she'd shown him she liked. Her words were now punctuated by sharp gasps but she continued to speak. Shifting his weight a little, he stroked himself against her but mostly, he listened to her voice. Warm and arousing, he heard all the words he'd longed to hear but more importantly he heard the love in her speech. All his life, people, even his own family, spoke to him in impersonal tones but she spoke only to him, he knew no other man would ever hear her this way. Mulder thought amazed. He knew that, with Scully, sex was more than just physical but he'd never felt it so acutely. So entranced was he that he almost did not notice as she sheathed him and she guided him into her. Her feet were braced on the rungs of the chair to move against him, with him, around him. Their bodies were soaked in perspiration, and she drew in ragged breaths as she spoke but she did not grow silent until they climaxed. He held her, feeling her shudder against him, feeling himself explode into her and he felt tears sting his eyes. After a while she sat back, still intimately joined with him but wanting to look him in the face. "No-one ever..." he began then stopped bereft of the one thing she'd so easily given him "I know " she said simply. She kissed him gently " And I've never." Gently he separated them and, picking her up, carried her back into the bedroom. "The bed again huh?" she asked, though without any trace of annoyance, as he laid her on it. "Just to take a nap" he said curling up next to her and pulling a blanket over them "Then we'll call an old friend of mine who works at the Air and Space Museum. You'll be the first of your friends to make love in a rocket that's been to the moon." "I always knew you'd give me the moon." she murmured into his chest as they fell asleep "Just don't forget the ice." End