Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files, and associated characters are property of David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corporation. They are used without permission and no copyright infringement is meant. Any elements not recognized as being taken from the show copyright Christina Shuy. Comments and other things sent to cshuy@netcom.com are much appreciated. Rating: Erm... R. MSR , no X File in this story. Spoilers: Detour, and bits up till then... though nothing obvious. Summary: Were the events of "Raining Sleeping Bags" a dream? Author's notes: Sorry this wasn't another NC-17, but, as I found out, NC-17 is *ahem* hard to write... Hopefully you'll like it anyway. When it Rains it Pours by Christina Shuy cshuy@netcom.com They had just arrived back in Washington D.C. after having spent a few days driving south, supposedly for a communications conference, only they hadn't made it there in time. Instead, they had spent a night in the forest while investigating a case Mulder had gotten them pulled into while they were on the way. Something having to do with people disappearing down holes, and possibly the fountain of youth. Possibly. They were at Scully's apartment mainly because it was the first one they reached. Mulder had been strangely silent during the drive from Dulles after they'd arrived from Miami. With what had happened, Scully knew what was on his mind. "Scully, can we talk?" Mulder asked, though he sounded extremely hesitant. "Mulder... I know you're wondering if the night we spent in the forest was a dream... Well, at least, what we did in the forest..." "How do you know that was what I was thinking?" "The way you've been acting around me lately... It is kind of obvious you were trying not to broach the subject, even though I know you were curious." Mulder smiled slowly at his partner, and she felt as though her heart were going to melt with the warmth behind his smile. "I guess you know me better than I thought." "Well, Mulder, considering what we did that night, we know each other better than we used to... At least, we *should*... and I was glad to finally know you in the Biblical sense." "It wasn't a dream..." he managed to mumble out. Then, "Scully, are you coming onto me?" "I dunno, Mulder... You were educated at Oxford... you figure it out." she smiled brightly at him, moving closer to him at the same time. "I must remind you this goes against the Bureau's policy of male and female agents consorting in the same hotel room while on assignment." Mulder smiled, pulling her closer. "Pull any of that Tailhook-" She was interrupted by the pressure of Mulder's lips on her own. It was a sweet, tender kiss which spoke of promises for more. Much more. "That was supposed to be my line anyway." Mulder murmured a moment later between kisses. "And it can't be 'Tailhook crap' when we both consent to it..." "Yeah, but you said my line first. And, besides, this isn't a hotel room... it's my apartment." Scully smiled, just as she recaptured his lips. "Not that it matters." They stayed that way for a little while before Scully began leading her partner toward the bedroom. Then changed her mind and stopped on the way. Mulder slipped a hand under Scully's shirt, and it immediately found its way to her breast, where he felt her nipple harden immediately.. "Oh God, Mulder..." she sighed, as her hand found its way down the waistband of his jeans, and she cupped him, applying slight pressure. She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling. "Been looking forward to something like this, have you?" He would have blushed except that his face was already flushed, though not from embarassment. "Mmhmmm... At least hoping what happened in the forest hadn't been a dream." "It was no dream, Mulder. We made love...in a sleeping bag. One that seemed to fall from the sky. You touched me in ways no one else has ever... or will ever." "Same here... after Phoebe, and Victoria will vouch for this, most of the women I slept with were either over a phone line or on video tape... or even silicon. And the few I did-" "Mulder...?" "Yeah?" "Stop talking and kiss me. I know you can and you do it *so* well." "Don't have to tell me twice." Before he could say anything more, she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him tenderly... before deepening quickly. Their lips parted and their tongues darted in and out, tasting and retasting. She sighed into the caress. "Scully?" "Yeah?" "How about we take this into the bedroom? Because, quite frankly, it's either that or I take you right here and right now on the floor. With the way I'm feeling it's not likely to be gentle, and I'm not sure I want to bruise you." "Why, Agent Mulder, don't tell me you've never made love on a hardwood floor?" "And you have?" "That's for me to know and you to find out." "Ooooh, feeling adventurous are we?" "Well- Mulder! What are you doing?!" He'd swept her into his arms in the old fashioned style and proceeded to carry her into her bedroom. "Why, Agent Scully, I thought it was obvious. I was going to take you into your bedroom and ravish you. Though I must admit, you're lighter than I'd thought you'd be. Must be all that weight you lost." "What's that suppossed to mean, Mulder?" "Nothing... Just that the cancer took its toll on you and you're thinner than you were several years ago," he said, gently laying her down on the bed. "As for the hardwood floor... we have plenty of time for that. I want to make love to you in your bed first." "You'll get no arguement from me." Scully smiled. Mulder's hand found its way under her shirt again, an oversized tshirt with the Naval Academy logo promiently featured on the front. One of the advantages to being in a career Navy family. She gasped at his touch. "Oooh, Scully, no bra?" he grinned. "No, Mulder, I haven't had the time to do laundry recently and I ran out of clean clothes on the drive before we got to the airport. My other clothes were a muddy, sodden mess." "And you weren't waiting for something like this to happen?" he grinned mischeviously at her. "Oh... I don't know about *that*." She rewarded him with a bright smile. "Dana... my sweet, beloved, Dana..." Mulder murmured, leaning in to kiss her. Their lips met and they kissed deeply, tongues, breath and love intermingled. Slowly, Mulder worked Scully's shirt off and caressed her skin with his fingertips. She squirmed beneath his touch and set about taking care of his shirt as well. Though this was not the first time for either of them, they were taking it slowly, determined to explore each other to the fullest. After all, their first time was an end result of trying to stay warm through the cold mid-autumn night. This time, they wanted to enjoy it. Mulder's touch on Scully's skin was like fire. He followed the touch of his hand with the touch of his lips and she sighed. Oh, this was *much* better than being crammed into a sleeping bag in the woods at night. This way, everything could be shared and seen. Of course, at the same time, Scully's hands were not idle either. They were rapidly unbuttoning the casual denim shirt he'd been wearing, and she pushed the fabric from his shoulders and then kissed the puckered scar which had been a result of her having shot him several years ago. He shivered, the fire in his blood racing his body in the same manner that desire was racing through hers. When she cupped his erection, he hissed and growled, moving back up to capture her mouth. There was still the sense that Mulder, at least, was trying to hold back a little. Lightly, Scully nibbled on his earlobe. "You know, Mulder, we don't have to be shy about this." Dana said, pulling away slightly and whispering into his ear. "After all, we've done this before already... And we've had going on five years of foreplay... and innuendo." "Not long enough?" Mulder raised an eyebrow at his partner, and she giggled. It was similar to the look she gave him when he was giving her a crazy theory. In fact, it was *exactly* that look. "Just the opposite, my dear Mulder... *Too* long. Now stop talking and make love to me. Or do I have to rip your clothes off your body and ravish *you* this time." she smiled. The other eyebrow joined the first. "Too long? Ravish me thi-" "Shut up, Mulder." Dana grabbed his head and kissed him, hard, pressing up against him, mimicking the movements they had made in the woods while inside the sleeping bag. The same movements they were speeding towards now. He groaned into her mouth and quickly rolled her under him. Dana could feel the hardness of him pressed against her and she cried out softly, at the same time her mind cursed the fact that they were both still wearing too many clothes. Mulder apparently shared that thought. Quickly, he stripped her of her clothes, and his as well. Then he was back with her again, his hands everywhere as well as his mouth. "Oh, God, Mulder!" she cried out as he finally entered her again, the first time he had since the forest, and quenching the hunger and need in her body to have him within her, at the same time she felt her desires sprial out of control again. She wrapped her legs as tightly around his waist as possible, with her arms doing the same around his upper chest, and then she arched into him, pressing their bodies closer together, as well as constricting certain muscles around where they were joined. Mulder groaned. "You're gonna kill me." "Oh, but what a way to go." Dana grinned. Abruptly, he kissed her hungrily before burying his face in her shoulder, licking and kissing the skin there, as well as breathing on her ear. Delicious shivers ran through her body. "Oh, Mulder..." Dana sighed. "You called?" Mulder pulled away to look at his love. "You stopped... did I say you could stop?" Dana teased. "As you wish..." Mulder said, a mischevious look in his eye. As he began to move faster, Dana cried out as Mulder continued to move within her. He buried his face in her shoulder and kissed her shoulder all while thrusting within her. She groaned, feeling his mouth, tongue, and breath. The flames raced through both of them and the desires spread out of control. He thrust into her faster and faster until the light exploded behind both of their eyes in the intense shared orgasm. As the peaks hit them, they clutched each other close ly together and clung to the moment, not wanting it to end. After the earthshattering orgasm they'd shared, they lay together in the aftermath, Dana's head on Mulder's shoulder, and he was tracing lazy circles and other random patterns on her shoulder with his fingers. "Dana? You still awake?" he murmured into her hair, planting a kiss there. "Mmmmm, yes, Mulder, I am." she smiled. "Hey, Dana, did you know your comforter was sleeping bag material?" "I did, Mulder. That's part of the reason I bought it. It's nice and warm." "Dana... I have a favour to ask." "Okay..." "Would you mind using my first name... at least while we're off duty?" Dana lifted her head to look at him. "You're sure?" "Just to see how it sounds." he shrugged. "And to see if I like the sound of my name on your lips." There was a mischevious hint of a smile there. "So I can call you 'Fox' off duty if I want to?" The emphasis and inflection of his name was made in a sensual, seductive tone. "Ooooh. I like the sound of that already." Mulder grinned at her and she playfully took a swipe at him. "Well, Fox, I suggest you take this name off my lips... with your own." She winked at him. He leaned in and kissed her, hard and fast. "You mean like that?" "Yeah." she grinned. "Oh, good...." For a while, neither spoke. -The end for now.- "The Truth is Out There. Trust No One."- from "The X-Files" "I was told once that the best way to regenerate body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with someone else who's already naked."-Mulder "Maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you'll get lucky." Scully(tXF-"Detour") Pursuing a BS (Electrical Engineering)-Winter Quarter 1998(Phil380,EE210) "In the moment that you think you can't, you'll discover that you can." - Celine Dion - "Power of the Dream" "Let's get Dangerous!" - Darkwing Duck. Looking for work and a place to live... somewhere in the SanFran Bay Area.