Title:   All Things Lead To You
Author:  Soleil Compeau
Summary: Scully has recently declared her true feelings for Mulder.
Now what?
Spoilers: Post-episode for "all things"
Category: Mulder/Scully romance
RATING:  NC-17


Mulder thinks I'm asleep, I thought drowsily, feeling him smooth my
hair and touch my cheek lightly. He likes to touch my hair. Lately I
have been washing with scented shampoo and taking extra care to
condition it. That way he can smell it when he smooths my locks and it
feels silky-soft under his fingers.

'Sometimes nothing happens for a reason Mulder,' my words echo in my
memory. Nothing ever happened between Mulder and I because we weren't
ready for it yet. He and I started out on opposite sides of the
spectrum. Over the years we have both changed. I have become more
accepting of the extraordinary, the miraculous, and even the
paranormal. Mulder has become less manic, less impulsive, less
obsessed. Now we meet in the middle, complementing each other very
well.

I have never thought of Mulder sexually. Well, yes, I have, but I
suppressed it. I pushed it aside so it wouldn't distract me from my
job. However, ever since that overeager Ritter almost killed me, I've
been letting my guard down around Mulder a little more. When Death
comes for me for real, I don't want to look back and regret all the
times I could've kissed Mulder, held him in my arms, lain with him in
post-coital drowsiness.

I hear Mulder moving around his apartment, getting ready for bed as I
slowly drift into real sleep. The last thing I'm aware of is Mulder
easing me onto my back and re-covering me with the blanket.

Mulder is dying. He's in a bathtub full of water, a creature is
holding him under. His struggles grow weaker and weaker. Suddenly, the
monster releases him, but it's too late. Mulder has drowned, and I was
powerless to save him.

I jerk awake with a gasp. Just a dream, I chant over and over,
untangling myself from the afghan. I have to reassure myself that he's
okay, even though logically I know he is. Standing in the bedroom
doorway, I watch his chest rise and fall. One foot pokes out,
twitching occasionally as if it's cold. I move forward, telling myself
I'll just tuck him in, but I know better. I know better.

I've told him I love him, now it's time to show him. He sighs in his
sleep and I freeze. His head rolls a little and he mumbles something I
can't make out.

Oh ho. He's dreaming. I wonder if he ever dreams of me. As if his
subconscious heard mine, he utters my name. "Scully."

His voice is deep and husky and so damn seductive, even in his sleep.
He says my name again, no, he *moans* my name, and I realize it's a
sexual dream.

I wonder how far I can take him with this. I lean over until my mouth
is near his ear. "Mulder" I moan.

"Oh Scully. Do that again!" I glance down the bed and see movement
under the blanket. He's touching himself in his sleep and dreaming
that it's me!

Leaning closer, I continue my game. Breathing heavily, I moan a little
and say, "Mulder, that feels so good. I want more."

"Scully!" His voice is tortured and his hand moves faster. Hearing him
like this is making me distinctly horny. I slide my hand slowly under
the blanket, careful not to wake him. Not yet.

Oh my. Mulder sleeps naked. I gently brush his hand aside and grasp
his warm erection. His head thrashes on the pillow and I realize I
want more.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Scully walks towards me with a wicked smile on her face. She wastes no
time unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly. Reaching into my boxers,
she expertly strokes my burgeoning penis. "I'm tired of waiting for
you Mulder," she groans.

Quickly I unbutton her blouse before my hands start shaking too much
for me to control. I caress her breasts, and she moans encouragingly.
Oh yeah, this is one of the good dreams.

Suddenly we are in my bedroom, because I am lying down. The sensation
of her hair on my stomach and thighs is SO sexy. Wait a minute. How
did I know it was a dream?

Before I can process further, Scully, whether dream or real, slips me
into her mouth. Her hot, sweet, luscious mouth is wrapped firmly
around my now raging cock. Oh yes, there is a God.

She experiments with how far she can take me in her throat. I let out
a low cry of absolute pleasure. She knows I'm wide-awake now. Her hand
wraps around my shaft, working in tandem with her mouth bobbing up and
down. Her other hand strokes my balls gently.

Sweet heaven, I can feel her tongue swirling everywhere she can reach.
Her lips squeeze firmly, rendering me helpless under her assault. I
touch her shoulders to make sure she is real, and feel her hair. I
love her hair. I'll take any chance I can get to touch her hair. It's
so soft, and it smells so good.

I hope she doesn't mind that I'm being quite vocal. I can't help it,
she's making me feel with such intensity.

"Mmmm Dana ..so good .love you ..oh god, GOD ..like that, just like
that.. .oh yeah, oh yeah!"

I'm going to come, I know it, and she's only just started sucking me.
I lift my head and look at her. It was a mistake. The sight of her red
head between my legs is more than I can bear. I scream as I throw my
head back into my pillow. I feel myself being torn apart, melting into
a puddle of goo, and flowing into her mouth, all at the same time.
Dimly I am aware of her mouth sucking and sucking and eagerly drinking
me.

At some point I manage to get my eyes to open. Scully is sitting next
to me wearing sweat and a smile.

"Not fair," I gasp out. "You am...ambushed me...seduced me before I
could...resist."

"Would you have resisted?" Scully asks me with her characteristic
raised eyebrow.

I look straight into her eyes, into her soul. "No." I answer simply.

>>>>>>>>>>

I cuddle down next to him, curling into his side and flinging my leg
across his. We fit together very well this way.

"I read your report, you know. When we went on that stakeout and you
..left to go chasing crows in Martha Stewart's neighborhood. That made
me very angry by the way, when you left."

I pause a moment before continuing. "She could have killed you Mulder.
She could have killed you and what would I do then?"

He silently plays with a lock of my hair. I lift my head and see him
biting his lower lip.

"So many times each of us has nearly died. Every time I see you sick
or injured, nearly dying, it gets harder and harder to hold back."

I sit up, knuckling tears off my face like a little girl. Mulder is
speechless. Any other time, that might have pleased me.

"What do you mean?" He extends his hand to rest on the small of my
back. That simple touch, felt so often through my clothes, now on my
naked back sends shudders of lust through my body.

"Both Daniel and Colleen got sick because they denied their feelings.
Maybe my cancer metastasized and I got sicker because I denied mine. I
couldn't, I wouldn't, acknowledge my feeling for you."

Mulder sits up next to me. I can sense that he's mulling this over,
that he understands.

"I was in love with you, but I still had to be professional and in
control. Even with you, who respect and love me. I really was an Ice
Queen."

Mulder's hand strokes my back in an effort to calm me. In fact, it has
the opposite effect. Listening to him moan while I got him off made me
very wet and aroused.

I squirm a little and arch my back. His hand pauses as he realizes
what he's doing to me. Now he's stroking me with seductive intent.
It's even more devastating than his absentminded caresses. Before I
can say a word, Mulder has pushed me back onto his bed, pinning me
with his body.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Mulder!" Good. I've got her off guard.

"You don't think you can come into my room in the middle of the night,
seduce me like that, and get away scot-free, do you? No, no Agent
Scully it's payback time."

I have great plans for her body, but on the way I get distracted by,
well, by her body. I saw her naked at that debacle at Fort Marlene,
but I sure wasn't allowed to look then. Now it seems I can, and I
savor it.  Ooooh. I know a secret about Dana Katherine Scully.

"I like this Dana," I whisper, cupping her tiny triangle of hair. "The
idea of you shaving here is so naughty." She chuckles deep in her
throat. "Can I just touch you for awhile?"

"Yes." Her voice is deeper than usual and several cracks run through
it. I lay down next to her and continue to caress her gently. Her
breasts are so beautiful. With my free hand I squeeze them each in
turn, holding them up for my mouth to taste. My fingers stroke across
her folds to find that she is already wet. Before I can stop myself, I
slip my middle finger inside her. We both moan, and I feel her muscles
tightening around me and drawing my finger in deeper.

I have to taste her. I want to make her clench her eyes shut, and toss
her head back and forth. I want to hear her call my name like I called
out hers.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Mulder's hands are strong and beautiful. I always knew that, but I
tried very hard not to imagine them on my body. When he starts to move
I watch him slide down the bed and ease my thighs onto his shoulders.
He spreads me open with his thumbs and strokes my clit with the very
tip of his tongue.

Damn it! Mulder shows distinct talent at this. He continues to tease
Me with his tongue while his eyes burn into mine. Never have I been so
aroused by the sight of a man between my legs. Mulder's dark head
looks so right, so good down there.

He lifts his head a moment to inspect my swollen flesh. He's wearing a
satisfied smile and he groans with enjoyment before lowering his mouth
to me again.

I'll never be able to watch him eat sunflower seeds again!

He is in earnest, now licking, now sucking my clit, now soul-kissing
with his tongue thrusting in and out. I thrash and sob on his bed and
when he pressed two fingers into me at the same time, I arch my back
and howl wantonly.

He's talking to me. "Dana, you taste so good!" I barely recognize his
voice it's so rough and urgent. "This is my number two fantasy of
you!"

"What's number one?" I'm surprised I can speak.

He grins widely. "You already did that." He returns to his delightful
task.

I completely let myself go. The realization comes to me that if I
fall, Mulder will catch me. His desire to protect me, once deemed
unacceptable, is proof of his love for me. He knows I can and do kick
ass, but he is my partner, and partners protect each other.

Mulder distracts me by putting my feet onto his shoulders. He's making
these encouraging, moaning sounds that are driving me CRAZY! I can't
take much more of this. As talented as Mulder is, I want him inside
me. To myself I will admit that I like sex a little dark and
dangerous, I like to be dominated sometimes. The thought of Mulder,
who I trust till death and beyond, pressing me into the bed and
pounding me to oblivion, well let's just say I like the thought.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

I count three orgasms before I lift my hands and mouth away from her.
My theory that she is capable of multiple orgasms proved correct. Her
delicious little body yielded sensually to me.

I climb up her body shakily, beside myself with lust. Her eyes are
feral, but I have NEVER heard her voice sound so sweet and soft and
pleading before. "Mulder please bury your cock inside me until I feel
it against my teeth!"

She does not need to ask twice. I feel her hand guiding me inside.
Despite her small size, she is so wet I enter her with one long
stroke, not needing to rock my way inside.

"Ohhhh," I cry at the feeling of being inside her, being truly part of
her as I have always longed. She wraps her legs around me and holds my
face in her hands.

"I love you so much!"

Upon hearing this passionate cry from my straightlaced Scully, I can
no longer control myself. Slow, wet slide out, fast rush back in. She
embraces my entire length, and I am in awe at how perfectly our bodies
fit together. Seeing her naked reminded me of just how small she
really is. I was afraid of breaking her, but by the flushed and
passionate look on her face, she is enjoying this as much as I am. My
hips slam against her again and again and she meets my every thrust
with her own fierceness.

"Dana! Ah love, you're so perfect and beautiful! I can't hold back
much longer!"

Just then I get another fantasy come true. I'm inside my partner, and
I feel her come. All over my cock. *Because* of my cock. Her nails dig
into my ass and she hollers "Oh yeah! Fox! Fox!"

I shudder violently and utter a strangled plea. "Say my name again!"

I never thought I would enjoy that name on her lips this much.

A few deep breaths later, Dana puts her mouth to my ear and whispers
"Fooooox." A moment later, she throws her head back and WAILS my name
while her whole body convulses around me. I go rigid, and come with
her. My inarticulate shouts fill the air along with her screams. My
neighbors are probably not pleased.

For a long moment, I'm afraid my heart will simply stop from
stimulation.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

We lay together for awhile, in no hurry to untangle our limbs. My
lower body is still under his, but he's twisted his torso so we're
lying next to each other.

"Do you want to talk about this?" I venture finally. *This* being that
final step that we have taken. *This* being everything changing; the
rules broken, the friendship changing in every conceivable way, the
partnership consummated in the true meaning of the word.

"Only if you regret it," Mulder answers lazily. He knows I don't
regret it.

"I know what you want," he continues. "You want us to maintain
professionalism at work. You want us to maintain our own personal
space in our own apartments. I even know that you want to go home
before we go to work tomorrow."

"Mulder, you know me so well. We don't need many words do we?"

"After seven years together I hope we know each other. Need each
other. Love each other. Trust each other." Oh Mulder. You're hiding a
romantic soul.

"I do think we should have sex more often though." He adds in a
nonchalant way.

We laugh deeply. It feels so good to laugh with Mulder.

"Love you Scully," he mumbles, already half-asleep. I kiss him and
hold him until his breathing is deep and regular.

As I get ready to leave, I ponder the choices in my life. Maybe Mulder
is right and all choices would then lead to this very moment. It is
fate that brought me to this flawed, complicated, beautiful man. How
wonderful that we are finally free to indulge in the powerful feelings
we have for each other. What we have goes beyond friendship, beyond
love.

A fable I once heard tells of the Split-Aparts. In heaven, all people
are joined together at the belly button. When babies are born, the
couples are split apart and cast into the world. You spend your life
looking for your other half, and if you find that one, your
relationship is doubly blessed. It seems Mulder and I found each
other.