Date: 1 Oct 2005 00:13:55 -0000
Subject: Rewired (NC-17) by OKayVal
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Title: Rewired
Author: OKayVal
Email: okayval@yahoo.com
Website: http://donnilee.xhumingpotatoes.com/okayval
Rating:  Adults Only, please!
Archive: Honored; just tell me where
Category: RST, Post-Ep
Pairings: Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: Wetwired
Disclaimer: Not mine, you know the drill.
Summary: The events that occurred during the Braddock
Heights case still linger...

Written for Fandomonium's "Virtual Season of Smut"
Season 3 Challenge. Find the rest of these great stories
here:
http://www.fandomonium.net/challenges/xffics/vss3.htm
Thanks as always to Tali.

"...then the lights go out and it's just the three of us
You me and all that stuff we're so scared of..."

--Bruce Springsteen, "Tunnel of Love"--

***

He kept his eyes on her as she unlocked her motel room door and
turned back to face him. "Goodnight, Mulder," she said, clearly
dismissing him.

He waited until her door was closed and locked before he
allowed himself to enter his own room. He peeled off his trench
coat, jacket, and tie, tossing them haphazardly onto a chair
in the corner. Pulling back the faded bedspread, Mulder slumped
heavily onto the bed, kicked off his shoes, and automatically
reached for the remote. The television roared to life and he
flipped through the channels rapidly, selecting one out of habit
rather than interest.

Absently watching the writhing bodies on the screen, Mulder
wondered whether the mind control device had affected him after
all; how else to explain why the cold, stark fear of almost losing
Scully would not go away? That horrible fucking moment in the morgue
was days ago, yet he couldn't shut off the vivid images that
kept creeping into his head; images of a pale, lifeless
Scully lying on that slab, even though the body he actually saw
was not hers.

He reminded himself again that Scully was alive and 
well in the room next door. Alive and beautiful, and far
more arousing than the current images on his TV. Mulder
imagined how she would look clad only in satin lingerie.
His hand strayed to his zipper, and he opened it and released
his cock. As he undressed her in his mind, he began to stroke
himself, wishing he was feeling her soft hands and mouth
rather than his own hand.

A loud knock on the door and Scully's voice intruded on his
fantasy. *Shit*. "Coming," he called to her, wishing he already
had, as he struggled to zip his pants back up over his erection.
He pulled his shirt down, hoping it was suitable camouflage, and
got out of bed to open the door for her. She looked fine but seemed
uneasy, and he felt a twinge of that cold fear again.

"Scully? What's wrong?" 

"Nothing. I--I just don't feel like sitting alone in a motel
room right now. And I can't bring myself to watch TV..."

He took her arm and ushered her inside, nodding. "It's ok,
Scully."

She glanced at the TV, where the sex was still in full swing,
then looked back at him. He lunged for the remote and snapped
the television off quickly. "Sorry," he said.

She gave him a tight-lipped smile but he noticed her eyes
flicker downward and he realized she was checking out his
crotch. *Looking for evidence, Agent Scully?* He was both
amused and aroused by her curiosity.

She turned around and approached the chair; when she noticed
that it was already occupied by his discarded clothing, she
crossed the room and perched on the edge of the bed. He
sat beside her, trying to regain some control and clear his
brain of the lustful images he'd conjured up earlier.

"Do you want to talk about the case?" he asked.

"Not really, but if you have any ideas, feel free to fill
me in," she replied with that same tight smile.

"Something is bothering you," he said, probing. She looked
away for a second, then met his eyes with a level stare. Blue.
Her eyes are so goddamn blue, he thought. Like the sea.  He
wanted to drown in them.

"Mulder, you still don't trust me, do you?"

Her question was not what he was expecting. "Of course
I trust you. Why would you think otherwise?"

"In Skinner's office, the day I came back to work. I
think you know who executed those men, at that house. I'm
not questioning why you didn't tell Skinner. I'm sure you have
a valid reason for keeping it from him. But why won't you tell
me?" Her voice held a challenge, and he knew that no matter
how much he wanted to protect her, he had to be honest with
her.

"You're right, Scully."  Her eyes flashed with hurt and he
continued quickly. "No, I mean--you're right--I do know something
that I haven't shared with you. But it's not because I don't
trust you. You are the only one I trust. You know that."

The hurt was still there, a wave in that sea of blue, and he
plunged into it. 

"I didn't tell you because I was trying to protect you."

"From what?" She looked unconvinced.

"I figured that if I kept it from you, they couldn't use that
knowledge against you, couldn't use it to hurt you. I won't
let them hurt you again, Scully." He couldn't stop the defiance
from creeping into his voice.

"Was it the smoking man? Did he kill those people?"

"No, but I'm sure he's involved. He's somehow responsible for
the mind control devices--for what happened to you." She looked
away then, the hurt turning to anguish that he knew wasn't directed
at him.  He reached out and touched her shoulder gently. His
fingers brushed the soft silk of her blouse; she started at his
touch and turned back to look at him, her expression firm.

"I appreciate that you want to protect me, Mulder, but I still
wish you wouldn't withhold anything from me." They were sitting
so close, hips nearly touching, and he could hear each breath
she took, which gave him the courage to go for broke and tell
her the rest of it.

"There's something else I haven't told you.  When I found
you at your mother's house, I'd just come from the morgue."

"The morgue?" She looked puzzled.

"The police called me in to ID a body. They thought it
was," he paused, reliving the fear, "you."

Her expression changed, softened. "Oh, Mulder," she said,
putting her hand on his forearm. With his shirt sleeves rolled
up, her fingers were little pulses of warmth against his bare
skin.

"That split second, when I had to look, Scully, I can't get
it out of my head. I will not go through that again."
He shook his head fiercely, then looked at her and let the
rest go. "I thought I'd lost you, Scully."

"I'm here, Mulder." Her hand trailed along his arm; his
body tingled from her touch and his groin tightened.
He looked deep into that sea of blue and decided it was
time to test those waters. He leaned close and pressed his
mouth gently against hers. Mulder felt the soft plumpness of
her lips, felt them part for him, tasted the heat of her breath
as she sighed into his mouth and then, the sweet tip of her
tongue, seeking his. He gave it to her, kissing her for all he
was worth. His blood pounded in his ears and in his cock,
which was still hard, but now achingly so. He wanted to see
her, to touch her, and he reached for the tiny buttons
on her blouse. He struggled with the first one; his fingers were
too large and his hands were trembling. She rescued him,
nimbly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it from her shoulders.
Her bra was next; she helped him to free her breasts and he seized
them, capturing the sharp peaks of her nipples with his fingers.
She gasped and shivered under his hands, and his cock tightened
even more at the sound of her pleasure.

"What are we doing, Mulder?" Her voice was low, breathless,
heavenly in his ear.

"I don't know, but I really want to keep doing it," he replied,
and they began feverishly stripping off the rest of their clothing.
Her panties were last; skimming them down her hips, he felt how wet
she was, and that made him crazy. He tried to maneuver her onto her
back, but she surprised him, flipping them over so that he was the
one lying on his back. Leave it to Scully to keep him guessing.

Her smile turned triumphant as she straddled him, lifting her
hips slightly and curling her fingers around his cock to guide
him inside. His tip prodded against her slick lips and he
thought he would come just from the touch of her. She slid
down onto his cock then, and he moaned as she surrounded
him with her liquid heat. He couldn't keep his body still,
and began to thrust into her even as she slowly rocked
her hips against him. They moved together, smooth and
fast, and he tried to push himself deeper, to possess
her. Her skin was flushed and her mouth was slightly open
as she made soft panting sounds which drove him wilder each
time she sunk down onto him. She began to vibrate above him,
and he watched her eyes darken and then close as she
surrendered to her orgasm, collapsing against his chest as
the tremors rocked through her.

When they subsided, she lifted her hips and began to ride
him again, locking her gaze with his until the ache became
unbearable and he came hard. His chest heaved and his fingers
gripped her waist tightly, and he held on to her until
his shuddering stopped. When he opened his eyes, all he saw
was that sea of blue. She moved her hips, allowing him
to gently withdraw, then she rolled off of him and
curled up at his side, murmuring something soft and
sweet into his ear. He wanted to say something, but his
mind couldn't form any words. All he could think to do
was put his arms around her.

She was quiet and still for a few moments and he assumed
she had fallen asleep, but she suddenly began to shake
in his arms. He thought she was cold, so he tried to pull
her closer to warm her with his body. Then he heard a soft
noise; she was crying. Distressed, he touched her cheek.

"What's wrong, Scully?" 

She rolled over to look at him, eyes damp. "Mulder, I
would have shot you, if--if my mother..."

"No, Scully. Don't think about it." He took her hand; 
drawing it to his chest, he tapped his fingers against
the scar, the place where she had shot him once, with a
bullet meant not to kill him, but to save him from himself.
"Besides, been there, done that, right?" She smiled
shakily at him, then moved his hand aside. She pressed
her lips against the puckered skin and kissed him there,
an apology.


***Finis***

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