SCREAM II
by viXen <xfvixen@geocities.com>

* Please forward to atxc.
* Archive: Yes to Gossamer; everyone else, please ask me first.
* Summary: Continuation of 'Scream'. Can Mulder win the bet?
* Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance
* Spoilers: Season Five spoilers, up to and including Redux II.
* Classification: VR
* Rating: strong R
* Disclaimer: I don't own Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. They belong
to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Broadcasting.
* Author's Notes: To avoid any confusion, I would advise reading
'Scream' before this one. Many thanks to Charli for her eagle eye
and continued support, and to Red V. for her great suggestions.
All feedback gratefully accepted at xfvixen@geocities.com.

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SCREAM II by viXen


A forced breath whispered past her ear as strong hands began
stroking her hips. Up and down, long strokes reaching from her
waist to the tops of her thighs, then back again.

"Mulder, did you hear me?" Her voice wavered with the motion of
his hands.

"I heard you," his voice rumbled. "I'm just formulating a game
plan."

"A game plan to make me scream?" She tried to turn in his arms
but met with resistance.

"You don't expect me to face a challenge of this magnitude
without some strategic planning, do you?"

She smiled. "It's never stopped you before."

He chuckled against her skin. "True, but this is different." He
loosened his embrace and she took the opportunity to turn and
face him. Her hands went to his chest as his arms wrapped around
her waist.

"Why? Why is this different?"

"Because this is a challenge I *want* to face, not one that's
being forced upon me." He pulled her closer and placed a gentle
kiss on her forehead. "Because this is challenge in which I don't
care if I win or lose. The only thing that matters is that I get
to be with you, like this."

Her eyes closed and she sighed as he pulled her closer. He
continued raining soft kisses on her face, carefully avoiding her
lips. She grumbled impatiently at him but the only thing it
elicited from his lips was a soft chuckle.

Resisting the urge to grab his face and force his mouth upon
hers, Scully let him control the situation. This was his
seduction, his achingly slow seduction, and she would let him set
the tone. No matter how badly she wanted to touch him, to let her
hands trace the curves and planes of his long, beautiful body,
she would resist. She wanted to be seduced. She needed to be
seduced.

Ignoring the raucous symphony of the storm outside, she focused
instead on the sound of Mulder's breath as he nuzzled the skin on
her neck, the whispering of cloth as his hands roamed the length
of her torso, the guttural sounds erupting from her throat in
tiny explosions of air and passion.

His assault on her senses halted abruptly and she whimpered at
the loss. After one last lingering kiss on her forehead, he took
her hands in his and tugged gently.

"Come here." He led her away from the window and to the lone
recliner in the room, his eyes never leaving hers until she
started to sit on the recliner.

"No," he said softly. "Not there. On the ottoman."

She cocked her head to the side to question him but quickly
reminded herself that he was calling the shots. She lowered
herself onto the overstuffed footstool without further
hesitation. She heard him behind her, the cloth of his slacks
rustling as he walked away. For the first time in minutes, she
heard the tapping of the rain against the window. She counted
several seconds between a flash of lightning and its accompanying
thunder clap.

Scully smiled. The storm outside was losing its force, while the
storm inside was just beginning to flourish.

She turned from the window when she heard Mulder returning, his
hand suspiciously concealing something. When she tried to look,
he shook his head and closed his hand tighter around the object,
then walked behind her. She heard a 'whoosh' as he sat on the
recliner.

"Scoot back," he said as he put his hands on her shoulders.

She complied and moved the ottoman until her back made contact
with the recliner. His legs were spread, one knee on either side
of her, creating a protective barrier for her body. She leaned
back and let out a contented sigh as his hands went to her hair,
his fingers massaging her scalp.

"Relax," he whispered as he gathered her hair into a ponytail.
She heard a snap, then realized the object in his hand had been a
barrette, the one she always kept in her bag for when she
performed autopsies.

Her curiosity got the better of her. "What are you..."

"Uh uh. No hints," he murmured against her neck. "Just relax and
let me touch you."

Her sigh mixed with a thunder clap as Mulder's thumb and
forefinger clamped onto the base of her neck and began massaging
the taut skin. Her head lolled forward and a low groan rattled
her body.

"Feel good?" He moved his hand and replaced it with his lips, and
began lightly kissing the nape of her neck while his fingers
worked on the two buttons at the back of her silk shirt.

She moaned her approval, completely intoxicated by the feel of
his warm, moist lips on her skin. He pulled the back of her shirt
open as far as it would give, then began massaging her shoulders,
his fingers digging in and working the muscle as a sculptor would
knead clay. He concentrated on her shoulders for several minutes,
pushing his thumbs into the muscle near her shoulder blades and
massaging the tension from her body, then moved his hands down
her arms.

He has the hands of a healer, Scully mused silently as he kneaded
the muscles in her biceps. Something about his touch rejuvenated
her, made her feel alive and loved. How long had it been since
she had felt this way? Too long, she realized. Far too long.

He leaned forward to give her forearms the same treatment, and
she rested her head against his chest. Her eyes slipped shut, and
she let the rhythm and sound of his breathing lull her into a
sleepy euphoria.

How could it be possible to be so relaxed and so aroused at the
same time, she thought as he slowly massaged her wrists and
hands. She could feel her spine becoming rubbery and she thought
she might melt into a boneless mass at his feet.

His breath feathered her ear. "You still with me?"

"Hmmm" was the only response she could muster. She heard him
shifting behind her and before she knew it, he was crouched next
to her. One of his arms went under her knees; the other went to
her back and he lifted her, then placed her gently on the chair.

The move shook the sleepy clouds from her head. "What's wrong?"

Mulder quickly sat on the ottoman and took her hands in his,
placing a soft kiss on each of her wrists. "Nothing's wrong. Just
wanted a change of venue for this next part."

"What next part?"

She opened her eyes and saw a devilish smile on his lips. He
simply shook his head and began lightly stroking the tops of her
thighs.  He slowly increased the pressure, massaging her legs
through the material of her slacks. His hands took a leisurely
journey down her legs, caressing and stroking her calves, and
finally settled on her ankles.

Scully felt her entire body relax again at his touch, the storm
and the world outside a distant memory. Even her mind felt at
ease, concentrating on nothing but the sensation of getting a
sensuous rubdown by her partner, and soon-to-be lover. Her
arousal liquefied at the thought of being beneath him, above him,
next to him as they made love over and over again. The ice-cream
cone image from before gave way to the image of his tongue gently
lapping at her breasts, biting and sucking at the tips, then
slowly licking his way down her body, tasting every inch of skin
until he reached the thatch of reddish-brown curls...

A breathy groan interrupted her thoughts. She didn't realize the
moan had come from her until another one exploded from her
throat. Her eyes opened and she saw the reason for her vocal
response. Mulder was hard at work, kneading the heel of her foot
with his thumbs.

His hands worked their magic on her heel and ankle, then slowly
moved toward the ball of her foot. When he reached the fleshy
part of her arch, her foot twitched and she pulled it away.

She smiled faintly. "Sorry. It tickles."

"You're ticklish? I'll have to remember that."

"Normally I'm not," she replied, her voice tinged with defiance,
"but I think it's the pantyhose rubbing on my skin that's doing
it."

His grin widened. "Well, I can fix that." His hand went to his
pants pocket and produced a pocketknife.

"Mulder, what are you doing?" she asked with a hint of panic in
her voice. When he didn't answer, her eyes widened. "Mulder,
couldn't you just take off my pants?"

She shuddered at the smile on his face. He had the look of a
predator sizing up his prey just before devouring it.

"No can do, Scully," he answered in a honey-dipped tone. "It's
not in the game plan." He flipped the blade from its hiding place
in the pocketknife's hull, then grabbed her foot.

"Mulder..."

"I thought you liked dangerous," he whispered as he rubbed his
hand over her foot. "I won't hurt you, Scully. You know that,
don't you?"

She looked at him, seeing his heart in the depths of his hazel-
green eyes. She swallowed, trying to calm her breathing, as she
silently gave him permission with a nod and a phantom of a smile.
He returned her smile ten-fold and lightly kissed the top of her
foot.

Carefully, he inserted the knife in the nylon between her toes
and tugged. The nylon sliced with ease, and he added a quick jerk
to cut through the seam at the top of her toes. He ripped the
nylon apart and pushed the shredded pieces up her leg to reveal
her entire foot. His thumbs dug into the skin in her arch while
his forefingers massaged the top of her foot.

"Better?" he asked.

All Scully could do was nod. Her voice, other than the occasional
gasp or moan, had disappeared, as had all coherent thought. All
of the stress from the past year flowed from her body through her
pores, evaporating in the rain-scented air of the hotel room.
Never had a massage had such an effect on her. The only tension
remaining in her body was that of a sexual nature, and she knew
there was only one way that tension could be resolved.

She let out a sigh as he placed a kiss on her ankle. She would
have been content had he stopped there, but he continued planting
open-mouthed kisses on the fleshy part between her ankle and
heel, then the side of her foot, then the top, then...

Scully's eyes snapped open to find the most erotic sight she had
ever seen: Fox Mulder's beautiful mouth suckling her toe.

"Oh God! Mulderrr..."

His name trailed off in a long moan as her fingernails bit into
the arms of the chair. Her moaning continued, eclipsing the
thunder and rain outside, and she filled the room with a breathy,
erotic aria. Her arousal flooded her senses, sending every nerve
ending on her body into full alert. She was writhing in the
chair, her hips unable to keep still as he increased his efforts.
He nipped and sucked on each toe, his own moan reverberating
against her skin.

Scully nearly came unglued when she heard his moan. Apparently he
wasn't expecting her reaction to be so strong. Neither was she.
She had never been so vocal, had never opened herself so fully to
a man before. She should have been scared, or at the very least
apprehensive, but it felt so good. Too good to stop.

His hands began to wander, up the outsides of her legs, and his
mouth soon followed. He worked his way up her body, his hands and
lips touching every part of her he could reach. He rose on his
knees, settling his body between her legs and his hands went to
her hair.

"God, Scully," he exhaled, his breath warm on her face.

He kissed her face, urgent, wet kisses that left no doubt of how
he felt and what he wanted. Her arms moved of their own accord,
and her hands grabbed two handfuls of his hair and forced his
mouth to hers.

His lips briefly touched hers, a whisper of a kiss, then he
slowly deepened it. As with his touch, the kiss silently spoke of
passion and promise. His tongue begged entrance and she eagerly
gave it, opening her mouth to him on a sigh.

Gentle exploration soon evolved into heated passion. Their
tongues slipped and slid together, dancing like snakes in the
trance of a snake charmer. Mulder's hands were everywhere; in her
hair, at her waist, on her arms, her legs, her breasts. Their
moans drowned out the distant rumble of thunder.

The kiss broke mutually, both needing to fill their lungs with
air before diving in for more. Mulder gently eased her forward in
the chair, far enough so he could sit on the ottoman instead of
kneeling in front of it. She went willingly, wanting the
additional contact the move allowed.

His mouth devoured hers again, pulling her tongue between his
teeth and sucking like he had done to her toes. Scully shuddered
at the thought of what other parts of her body that mouth could
latch onto and suckle. Her arousal continued to grow like a
wildfire, becoming so hot it threatened to consume her from the
inside out.

Without warning, Mulder pulled her forward until she fell from
the chair onto his lap, her groin landing directly on his. The
force of the impact of her body against his, and the feeling of
his hardened sex against her oversensitized flesh, was her
undoing.

What the orgasm lacked in intensity, it more than made up for in
the element of surprise. Her startled gasp was smothered against
his shoulder as she rode the waves, clinging to him and
unconsciously rocking herself against his body. She let herself
fly with the drunken feeling of warmth and pleasure until his
voice sobered her.

"Did you just..."

She nodded against his shoulder, embarrassment forcing her to
keep her face hidden.

"Wow," he said softly. "Damn, I'm good!"

She laughed despite her embarrassment, knowing his comment was
solely for her benefit. She shifted against him, moving her hips
away from his but keeping her head nestled against his shoulder.

"You are good, but apparently not *that* good," she replied
shakily.

"No scream?"

"No scream," she mirrored, her voice muffled against his shirt.
"I wasn't lying when I said I don't scream, Mulder. I'm sorry to
disappoint you."

He pulled her hips forward and thrust against her, the steel of
his erection nudging her still-sensitive flesh. "Do I *feel*
disappointed?"

She laughed and shook her head as she tightened her hold on him,
letting her fingers feel the warmth of his skin through the thin
material of his shirt. His warmth permeated her fingertips and
flowed through her body like a river of energy, clearing her head
and reawakening her arousal.

"No, there's no disappointment here, Scully," he whispered into
her hair. "Besides, who says I'm through with you?"

Her eyes snapped open. She pulled back to look at his face,
finding dark, piercing eyes and a carnivorous smile.

"The night is still young," he said in his butter-pecan voice.
"This is just a taste of things to come, Scully. I still have
plenty of ideas. As you know, I'm a very resourceful man."

As his mouth claimed hers, she thought of the numerous times
she'd witnessed Fox Mulder's resourcefulness. In their work, he
had accomplished amazing feats and defied death in ways that no
man should be able to do. But what she had just experienced by
his hands was the most amazing. Not only had his touch been so
erotic as to send her to a new pleasurable height, he
accomplished it while they were both fully clothed.

A pleasurable twinge fluttered in her stomach. It was going to be
a long night, and she was looking forward to every minute of it.

THE END