NEW DEBUT: Full Circle To The Truth Pt. One (NC-17)(4/4)
AUTHOR: Des
EMAIL ADDRESS: des826@internetconnect.net
Disclaimer in Section 1


"Mulder...though it probably doesn't look like it, I 
wouldn't be doing this at all if I didn't believe in you. 
But it doesn't mean a thing if we don't remain true to our 
nature and to each other."

"We're on opposite sides of the fence with this one, 
Mulder. For either of us to cross to the other's side 
without really believing would be betraying everything that 
we stand for, everything we are. We'd be working against 
each other, and the truth."

"What do you want me to say Scully? Should I tell you 
you're right when I don't feel you are? Just tell me," 
Mulder said, raising his voice.

"That's just my point," she shouted, trying to make him 
see, to understand. "You can't do that for me anymore than 
I can do that for you! What's more, I wouldn't ask you to! 
You have to be who you are and so do I."

"And you think the answer is leaving?" he said angrily.

"Leaving is the ONLY answer right now," she yelled. "It
can't be a choice between who you are and me!"

"But it CAN be a choice between who YOU are and ME, right? 
And I'm the loser," Mulder yelled, as thunder and 
lightening acted as a manifestation of the storm inside 
them both, and the sky started pouring buckets of rain.

"That's not it at all!"

"You said you loved me," he yelled.

"And YOU said I was the ONLY one you trusted! Was THAT a
lie," she yelled back, control all but forgotten.

"DO...YOU...LOVE...ME?" He yelled, taking a step toward her
with every word he spoke.

"AS MUCH AS YOU TRUST ME!"

"SCULLY, IT'S NOT A MATTER OF TRUST!"

"AND IT'S NOT A MATTER OF LOVE!"

"DAMN YOU SCULLY! ANSWER ME!"

"YES! DO YOU THINK I WOULD LIE ABOUT THAT?" She screamed,
tears now joining the rain drops rolling down her face.

At this, Mulder lowered his head. The hell of it was he
knew she wouldn't. Not Scully.

And that thought brought him to the one thing he'd been
denying all day: they were at an impasse. How can they get
past this and still be who they were? How could they not?

If he simply went along with her and followed her blindly,
would he be able to look at himself in the mirror? If she 
felt this strongly about the situation, how could she let
herself go along with it without losing her self-respect?

They were each immovable.

Mulder pushed down the hopelessness that was fighting to
rear it's ugly head. Anger was better; anger didn't hurt.
Damn her. Damn her for giving him his dream and taking it 
away.

Stepping closer, Mulder leaned down so they were eye to 
eye. "You walked out without so much as a word. Without 
talking to me at all. Does 6 years mean NOTHING to you?"

"I COULD SAY THE SAME THING! Look, I know I hurt you and 
I'm sorry, but there was no other way!"

"There's ALWAYS another way!"

"I COULDN'T tell you because I already knew how you would
react!"

"How the hell would you know how I was going to react? I
thought you just said we didn't have any connection between 
us anymore! You're suddenly a proponent of ESP?"

"I don't need ESP, Mulder," she said, stepping even closer
and poking him in the chest. "We've been here before, or 
don't you remember what happened the *last* time I told you I 
was leaving?"

And there it was. Thrown down like a gauntlet between them.

The one subject they each have been so carefully avoiding
since last summer, lest a spark that was started in a
hallway of a small apartment building in Arlington, ignite
into a flame so high neither would be able to put it out or
figure out why they would want to.

As the rain pelted their bodies, and the wind swirled 
around them, their breathing became labored, and the air 
crackled with tension. They each were remembering how close 
they came to heaven. Regrets filled them both that they 
weren't able to complete the promise of that kiss.

Scully didn't even know if she was ready to complete that
promise, and felt a moment of sheer panic. Fight or flight.
But it was here that she finally noticed the position they
were in.

Nose to nose, with her nestled between his legs, and torn 
between wanting to move, and wanting to stay right where 
she was.

Then Mulder made the choice for her, by wrapping his arms 
around her, preventing her any escape.

"Mulder look, we're both upset and had a very hard day-"

"No. No, Scully you asked a question," he whispered,
relishing the fact, even through his anger, that this was 
the first time he held her in his arms in quite this way. 
"Do I remember what happened the last time?"

"Every second," he said menacingly, softly, wrapping her
tighter in his embrace, the growing fear in her eyes making 
his anger spike. "But you make a good point, Scully. This 
is the second time you've tried. Am I that much a pain 
in the ass? Or is it that you're just tired of being 
Mrs. Spooky?"

"Mulder? Y-you know it's none of those t-things," she
stammered, trying to calm her body's reaction to his 
nearness. Now that she had confessed her love and was in 
his arms, it seemed her body wanted it's expression too.
And she was losing the energy to fight it. Was it so wrong
to finally give in?

"And how do I know that? You're the Ice Queen, right? You
seem to have no problem walking away. Well, you can shed a 
few tears for auld lang syne, but after that we just change 
partners and dance, right? No hard feelings?" Mulder spoke 
cruelly, trying to hurt her - so that he wasn't the only 
one in pain.

"You think this is easy?," she cried, beginning to feel 
hurt, then looked - really looked - into his eyes. And saw 
the truth.

He was TRYING to hurt her. Like she was hurting him.

< Oh Mulder, do you think I *want* to do this? It's hurting me
too.> She understood him well enough to know how he would 
view her actions and her heart broke for them both. Every 
important person in his life betrayed him - with the 
exception of Samantha - but before he would blame them, 
he'd see it as something lacking in HIMSELF - something 
within him that stops people from loving him enough to do 
the right thing or to stay.

How could she get him to understand that she had to leave,
but that she wasn't letting go? That this didn't have 
anything to do with her love? In the end, simple is always 
best.

"I love you, Mulder."

"Damn it Scully!" he said angrily, feeling like she was
rubbing salt in his wounds.

"I love you."

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He yelled, grabbing her until she was
standing on tiptoe.

Mulder looked into blue eyes both suddenly at half mast and
aware, and felt small hands slowly slide their way up his
chest, past his neck, to slowly caress his face.

"I-"

"DON'T SCULLY, I MEAN IT!" he said, quickly shaking her
before she could finish the phrase. Scully simply set her
teeth and waited. Then tried again.

"Mulder, I love-"

The rest of the phrase was cut off, as Mulder ground his
mouth against hers bruisingly, still trying to hurt her.
Jamming his tongue in her mouth and biting her lips,
grabbing her breasts, squeezing her hips, and then her ass.

But Scully, set free and emboldened by the passion she was
now able to give to him, was not to be denied.

She poured her love over him. Made sure he felt it in every
touch, every sigh, using her tongue to soothe his lips,
caressing where he grabbed or squeezed, searching for those
special places of pleasure that would make him moan.

GOD she wanted to make this man moan.

< My man> she thought, softly sucking on his neck and 
feeling desire whip through her at hearing his first faint 
groan. And they'll BE no changing partners either. He would 
know that too.

"Stop it," Mulder whispered, sinking his teeth into her 
neck and moaning as she licked him back with love. Nibbling 
and sucking, she made her way up his neck, thrilling at his
every shudder and groan.

"I haven't even started yet Mulder," she whispered.

< Stay angry. Stay angry.> Mulder reminded himself.

She nipped the soft underside of his chin, then soothed the
small bite with her tongue, nibbling her way to his ear 
where, again using her tongue, she gently traced the outer
rim, before sucking gently on the lobe.

"Dammit Scully, I said stop it!" he growled, grabbing her
shoulders and pushing her away with shaking hands; filled
with anger, pain and love.

< Like HELL I will> she thought, stepping back into his arms
with eyes open, as she stood on tiptoes and tasted the rain
on his lips - tracing them slowly with the tip of her 
tongue and sending desire shooting through them both. She 
could feel her body softening, getting wetter, preparing
itself to receive him, while her eyes told him how much she
wanted him.

Mulder looked into eyes of blue fire and felt anger and
control slip away with every caress, every stroke of her
tongue. < She's giving me no choice> he thought desperately 
< How the hell can I fight her love? It's what I always 
wanted.>

And with that thought, Mulder gave himself what he wanted
the most and for so long: Scully.

Dana closed her eyes a moment as she felt his surrender and
tried to resist, at least for a little while longer, her
own; shuddering herself as Mulder rained small kisses over
every inch of her face. She *still* had a point to prove.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her fingers 
in his thick, brown hair, Scully opened her eyes. Looking
directly into his, she let them deliver the message:

< YOU ARE MINE, MULDER.>

And if it took a lesson on a dark, public, rain-filled,
street, Fox William Mulder would know who he belonged to
THIS night.

She would leave her touch on his body and her taste in his 
mouth, and dare him to find someone else to replace them. 
And if Diana Fowley thought she had a snowball's chance in
hell of getting anywhere with him, *she* had a lesson coming
too.

Scully moaned as she felt his hands slide down her back to
cup her ass, fitting her against him tightly and grinding
his hips against her in a mute plea for relief.

Tightening her grip, she pulled his head down and slid her
tongue deep in his mouth. As she felt his tongue move
boldly, demandingly into hers, all thought left her mind as
she was swept up in the burning needs of a passion long
denied and a love finally free.

Before she had taken the next breath, she'd yanked the 
tails of his shirt out of his pants, and ripped it open, 
running her hands over the breadth and width of his chest, 
over his back and shoulders, and wishing like hell for a 
bed - even a table - so she could feast on him. But that 
didn't mean she couldn't taste, she thought, as she 
fastened her mouth on his chest, lapping at the rain with 
her tongue then swirling it around first one nipple,  then 
the other, making him shudder, aroused at the feel of him.

He hurried to catch up, sliding his hands up her back and
underneath her jacket and yanking her shirt from her skirt,
frantic to touch her.

He slid his palms down the soft, smooth skin of her back,
up, then down again, unhooking her bra on the way, 
impatient with anything separating him from her sweet 
flesh. Anxious to feel the curves he'd only dreamed about, 
he continued his exploration, moving his hands downward 
past her hips, bending his knees, and grasping the hem of 
her skirt.

Slowly exploring and caressing the soft firm skin of her 
thighs, Mulder felt a surge that went straight to his
groin as he realized that his very proper and tailored
Scully wore thigh highs. Each stroke inched her skirt 
higher and brought him closer to his ultimate destination: 
the heaven he knew was between her thighs.

How many times had he thought about tasting her, swirling
his tongue around her clit, licking and sucking, over and
over until she came screaming his name, and then doing it
all again. And again.

Reaching her bikinis, he slipped his hands underneath them,
hearing her pleading whimpers, and feeling stunned. She was 
so hot, he felt branded by her.

Her hips were beginning to shift restlessly as her tongue
swirled around his invitingly, enticing him inside - only 
to wrap her lips around it and suck. Hard. Pulling his 
tongue further into her mouth, and making them both moan
loudly as each thought of her doing the same thing with her 
lips wrapped around his cock.

Mulder rocked his hips against her mindlessly, as he felt
her small hands slide past both his pants and boxers, 
making them slide down past his waist, to settle on his 
ass, matching his rocking hips with  movements of her own.
He was wrapped in the magic of this small wonder of a 
woman, who was sexier than any video, and as ferocious as a 
tigress.

This was a Scully he'd only dreamed about, who was surely
every man's dream.

Sliding her hand around to his front, Scully closed her 
hand around his shaft, sliding her thumb around the tip 
that was moist with pre-come and desire. She traced the 
length of him and marveled at his size.

He was both hard and thick. Soft and smooth - and oh so 
ready for her, she thought, and proceeded to drive him 
crazy as she pumped him - slowly at first - then with 
increasing speed. The feeling of her small, capable hand 
sliding up and down his hard burning length, made him moan
loudly, and shudder violently.

Abruptly, Mulder unbent his knees, gripped her ass tightly
and lifted her off her feet; knowing that if he didn't, it
would be over before anything had really begun.

Scully responded instantly, parting her thighs, wrapping
them tight around his waist, and rubbing herself against 
his engorged cock; a distressed whimper of frustration 
escaping her at the barriers of clothing separating them, 
though it was only their underwear and his pants, since he 
had her skirt almost up around her waist.

Desperate and needing something to brace her against, 
Mulder slammed her against the door of the car. Using his 
body to anchor her in place, he ripped her blouse open, 
shredding her bra along with it and sending buttons flying.

Hungrily, he clamped his mouth on her breast, closing his 
lips around it and tasting the rain on her skin. Flicking 
the nipple back and forth with his tongue, he used his 
other hand to gently massage the other. Sucking, licking, 
then gently biting first one nipple then the other, making 
Scully moan, and rub herself against him harder and faster.

And then they were lost. To anything and everything except 
each other.

Now having the car door to brace her, Scully shifted into
overdrive and instantly went to work. Not thinking of 
anything now, but Mulder and how desperately she wanted 
him.

Shifting in frustration at the barriers still between them,
Scully inadvertently found a position that placed him flush
between her lips and the tip of his cock directly over her
clit.

Tightening her thighs around his waist to keep him there, 
Scully thrust her tongue strongly into his mouth, and 
proceeded to grind her hips, moving that hard thick ridge 
up and down between her folds. Fast and hard and furiously 
she moved, the fabric of her panties providing a marvelous 
friction that egged her on even further.

Mulder had stopped kissing her, and was panting into her 
mouth. Round and round she went, each stroke rubbing her 
clit, and bringing them closer and closer to orgasm.

Mulder, who was indeed feeling his own orgasm fast 
approaching, was still frustrated. He wanted skin. He 
wanted to feel that hot moist heat made just for him.

Grabbing a handful of the lacy fabric, he ripped her 
panties off and threw them to the ground leaving her open 
and vulnerable to him.

Scully slipped her hands lower on his body to slide his
pants down even more, insuring that his cock was free and
securely nestled between the wet, slick lips of her 
passion.

Both of them moaned at the feeling of flesh on flesh.

As he felt the moist heat of her outer lips enclose the 
length of him, Mulder wanted desperately to slide so far 
into her that he couldn't tell where he stopped and she 
began. But this was not the time or place.

All it would take was a slight shift of his hips and he 
would be inside her. And the temptation of that almost 
drove him insane. But he didn't want to do that here.
He wanted to wait until he could take his time about it. 
Lingering over her, tasting, licking and sucking every part 
of her body, then sliding inside her and riding her faster 
and faster until they both came.

But for now, he was fit snug between the petals of her
womanhood, and wanted to finish what they started. He 
couldn't jump into the fire - not just yet - but he WAS 
close enough to feel the heat. The impulse to move was hard 
to resist - his body was demanding satisfaction. And 
judging by her arousing whimpers, Scully wanted that too.

So, grabbing her hips, Mulder then used his cock to rub her
slippery folds up and down the length of him. 

"Scully, my god, Scully," he panted, moving her back and 
forth over him faster and almost ready to explode.

"More, more please Mulder," she moaned into his mouth.

An animal sound escaped him, as he gritted his teeth, and
moved faster.

The tension was building...faster and faster...out of 
control and becoming unbearable. Harsh groans and pleading 
whimpers - like a dam ready to burst. A second away from 
ecstasy, they were an extension of the storm; harsh and 
wild, abandoned and elemental.

"Scully," he hissed through clenched teeth, 
"I'm...gonna...come."

Trembling and straining, Scully knew she was almost there 
and moved frantically, grinding her way to the orgasm she 
knew they both had to have.

"Oh. OH! Yes, yes. Mulder!" She cried as the fury came
upon her and Mulder covered her mouth with his own. He
grabbed her hips and moved his own once, twice, three 
times, and then went rigid in her arms as he felt his body 
join hers and shudder with release, while Scully tasted her 
own name on his lips.

Mulder tilted his head toward the rain as he took deep 
gulps of air and leaned heavily on Scully, idly wondering 
if he ever DID get the chance to make love to his partner, 
would he be able to survive her incredible passion. His 
legs were like water, his heart was racing, his breathing 
labored, but he knew he'd just had the most incredible 
experience of his life. Special Agent Dana Scully just blew 
his mind.

Exhausted and trembling, Scully laid her head on his
shoulder. "I love you Mulder, never doubt that."

Mulder lowered his cheek to the top of her head and closed
his eyes. How long had he wanted to hear those words? For 
about as long as he's been in love with her. Forever. 

Nudging her head up with his own, he planted a soft, tender
kiss on her still trembling lips. 

"Scully," he whispered.

< Ever and always Scully> he thought, while they stared at
each other in wonder.

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Struggling to regulate his breathing in the tomb-like
silence of his car, the CSM fished another cigarette out of 
the pack, and lit it with slightly shaking hands, amazed at 
what he'd just witnessed. Though his view was obstructed by 
rain, his location across the street and Mulder and 
Scully's position behind the car, he knew what he'd just 
witnessed was beyond powerful.

"That was quite a performance. Even better than I had
anticipated. Now do you understand why I called you here
tonight?"

Diana Fowley struggled with equal parts of arousal and 
anger. She'd forgotten just how passionate Fox could be. 
But...shit!

Had he EVER been that passionate with her? So wrapped up in
nothing but what they were doing to each other? They were 
on a public street humping like a two-bit hooker and her 
john for god's sake! But she knew it was more than that.

Had he ever cherished her and treated HER with the 
tenderness that he is so obviously - even from across the
street in the rain - displaying toward his partner even 
now?

< Damn you Fox. I'M protecting you! Not her. That bitch is
getting in my way!>

"Agent Fowley? Do you understand?"

Slowly tearing her eyes away from the tender scene before
her, She looked at the man who, at this moment, she 
despised for showing her the truth. Forced her to open her 
eyes to the reality of the situation.

"You bastard. What is this about?"

"Agent Scully will be a formidable enemy," the CSM smirked,
fanning the flames, knowing she was steaming - exactly as 
he'd wanted her to be.

"She's off the X-files, I told you that!"

"Surely you don't think it's THAT simple, do you? After 
what you just witnessed?" he countered, staring at her in
disbelief.

"I can handle Scully."

"Really?"

"I've been doing it so far, haven't I?"

"That's because she's been helping you."

"Helping me?"

"Unwittingly, of course. But arranging for a transfer out 
of the X-files tells me the little lady is smarter than we 
give her credit for."

"I said I can handle Scully," Diana snapped back, losing 
her grip on control.

"You can? Alright, why don't you tell me what this little
exercise in the rain was all about?"

"It was about anger."

Sighing, the CSM shook his head. "I thought I taught you
better than that. No, it was about territory. Rights. 
Ownership."

"Ownership of?"

"Why, Agent Mulder, of course."

"What?"

"Let's just hope that your hold over him can match hers.
Even *I* underestimated how powerful it is."

Diana, fuming, turned back toward the tender scene in the
rain. So, Agent Scully thought she could compete with her?
< Bitch, you don't stand a chance against me. I've known him
for years, was a part of him way before you were.>

"Interesting that he's holding *her* out there instead of 
you" the CSM mused, as if reading her mind.

Diana opened the door and got out of the car before the CSM
could grab her, slamming it closed before he could utter a 
word.

< Shit> The CSM panicked. He wanted her angry. He'd wanted 
her to know what she was up against, but he didn't want a 
confrontation. At least not yet.

But as he watched an angry Diana cross the street to the
couple still unaware of anything else but each other, he 
knew he had pushed her too far.

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< Fuck this> Diana fumed, completely oblivious of the rain.
If Agent Scully wanted a fight, she was damned well going 
to get it, she decided and marched across the street ready 
for battle.

Ignoring the rain that plastered her clothes to her body so
that they seemed painted on, she crossed the street and
started down the side walk toward them. Two steps later, an 
arm snaked around her waist, and roughly pulled her into a 
darkened corner of an abandoned storefront.

Reacting instinctively, she struck out with her hand
intending to connect with her assailant's solar plexus, 
only to have her hand caught in a firm grip and her body 
pinned against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Let me go," she seethed, struggling against him.

"Feeling jealous, Agent Fowley?" he taunted, tightening his
grip.

"Well, too late," he whispered. "It was too late from the 
day she first walked into his office. Anyone with eyes 
could see that this was inevitable."

"Fuck you!"

"Stick to the plan, Diana."

Enraged, she spit in his face.

"You always DID like it rough," he sneered, wiping his 
face. "Lucky I'm a man that aims to please," he whispered, 
and crushed his mouth to hers, while she struggled against 
him fiercely.

But as she felt the familiar hands roam over her breasts,
hips, and finally between her thighs, she stopped resisting 
and melted against him, returning his kiss with abandon.

"Stick to the plan Diana," he whispered, tearing his lips
>from hers and walked away into the shadows.

< I should have just taken her with me,> he thought. But it 
was too risky with Cancerman right across the street. He's 
probably wondering what happened to her as it is. No. It 
was her move now.

He'd played this hunch based on years of intimate 
knowledge. So many years that she was one of the FEW people 
who could call him by his real name, though now he even 
makes his lovers call him X. It would be up to her, whether 
or not that gamble would pay off.

And with that thought, X returned to his car and waited to
see what she would do next.

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End of Part 1(4/4)