NEW DEBUT:Full Circle To The Truth Pt. 2(5/10)(NC-17)
AUTHOR: Des
EMAIL ADDRESS: des826@internetconnect.net
Disclaimer in Section 1


Scully's office
J Edgar Hoover Building


Scully stood in the middle of her office, confused. Why was she
called here when there was no visitor? It just didn't make sense.
She was beginning to feel like someone was directing her like a
puppet on a string and she had no control at all.

Given the circumstances, the proper thing to do would be to head
back up to the meeting, but there was no way in hell she was
going to do that. Listening to Kersch's pompousness was more than
she could stand. Throw in the sneaking suspicion that Diana
Fowley arranged that fiasco and the fact that she just couldn't
control her attraction to Mulder anymore, and that amounted to a
very good reason for staying right where she was.

Turning around to close the door behind her so she could give the
impression that she was meeting with someone, Scully was startled
to find Mulder closing it himself.

Turning around, he faced her silently.

"Mulder? Wha-"

"Ok, I'm here."

"Mulder, are you crazy? Didn't Kersch just seriously threaten
both of us if we're anywhere near each other at all?"

"Scully, do you really believe I give a flying f-"

"Mulder! This is serious!"

"What's the matter, Scully?" he asked softly, his deep voice
sending chills up her spine. "Don't you like my company anymore?"
he asked, walking toward her.

"Don't Mulder," she said, backing up. "Stay right where you are."
She always wound up in his arms if he was anywhere near her these
days.

"Don't Shoot!" he cried dramatically. raising his hands in the
air.

"Cut it out, Mulder."

Lowering his hands, he chuckled. "Are you afraid of me, Agent
Scully?"

< No. Just of myself> "Why are you here Mulder?"

"I got a call to come here."

"Mulder," she started, then stopped - realizing that the same
thing happened to her.

"I thought you sent for me."

"No Mulder, I was called here too."

"This is the second time this happened.  The first time I came to
this office I was called here - just before Diana came by with
the tip from Skinner..." he said, then trailed off at the mention
of Diana and the sudden chill that came into Scully's eyes.
Clearing his throat he asked, "what do you think is going on here
Scully?"

"I'm not sure Mulder. Obviously someone is playing games. Any
ideas as to who that might be?" She asked sarcastically.

"You think it's Diana. That just doesn't make sense Scully. Diana
wouldn't interfere with our relationship."

"What's closer to the truth is that if she were interfering with
it, she certainly wouldn't do anything designed to bring us
together - only to keep us apart."

"That's not fair Scully. You don't know her."

"Yes, you keep reminding me. Well, since you do, you tell me. Is
what I've suggested a possibility?"

Mulder lowered his head. He couldn't lie and tell her no. She was
right. It wasn't just possible, it was plausible. Wasn't he
considering just that very same idea himself not 15 minutes ago?
"Scully-" he started, the answer clearly visible in his eyes.

"I think you'd better go Mulder," Scully said softly.

Shaking his head in agreement, he turned to the door, but
couldn't allow himself to walk out. This wasn't right. He needed
to be honest. She deserved that. Keeping his back to her
momentarily, Mulder gathered his courage.

"You asked me why I didn't say anything about Diana," he
interjected.

"Yes."

"At first, it wasn't intentional," he said, turning around to
face her.

"At first? Wait a minute, are you telling me that at some point
you decided to do it intentionally?"

"That didn't come out right."

"You hurt me deliberately?"

"No..."

"Then what?"

"Scully, I'm trying to figure this out."

Crossing her arms, Scully remained silent.

"At first, there really wasn't anything to tell. I mean, she just
showed up out of the blue and I just never anticipated having
that much...contact with her," he said hesitantly, flashing back
to the scene in the car. Looking at her, he saw she'd decided to
stay quiet, so he continued.

"A-after I saw your reaction to her...I felt...I don't know," he
said with a shrug, "good."

"Good?" Scully asked softly. "You felt good!" she cried louder,
then shouted "It didn't feel good to me Mulder - IT HURT!"

"Scully-"

"You son of a bitch-"

"Hold on, Scully-"

"No," she said, walking to the door of her office and opening it.

"Get the hell out of my office!" she shouted.

"Scully! You're not listening-"

"NOW!!"

Her temper sparking his own, he stormed over to the door and
yanked it out of her hands, slamming it shut, then pressing her
against it.

"Scully you didn't let me finish-"

"I've heard enough! I want you OUT of my unh-" Scully closed her
eyes as she was devoured by a very angry Mulder, biting at her
lips, then sliding his tongue into her mouth. Scully wrapped her
lips around his tongue, her anger matching his, then moaning as
he slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing her
sensitive nipples.

His anger was slowly being replaced by passion as he felt her
body soften and respond to his ministrations. This woman made him
lose what little sense he did-

"OWWW!" he groaned, as she bit down on his tongue. Not hard
enough to cause real pain...yet. But enough to give him an
accurate barometer of just how much pain he could expect should
she decide to follow that course of action.

He opened his eyes and stared into hers. Though those blue eyes
were a mix of anger, passion and determination, she allowed him
to slowly slide his tongue between her teeth. Just when he
thought he was home free, she bit down again - right at the tip
of his tongue and spoke.

"You were saying, Agent Mulder?"

"Met...me...mo," Mulder tried to say, and though he was barely
understandable, Scully let him go.

Moving his still busy hands away from her still tingling breasts,
she waited, expecting him to move away from the door. But he
never did. Though he did continue the explanation.

"It's not something I'm proud of Scully," he started avoiding her
eyes, "but I feel like I owe you the truth."

"Which is?"

He sighed, embarrassed. "Before Diana showed up, our relationship
was...one way. It was a partnership in the best sense of the
word, but...I sometimes wondered if I meant anything to you
besides as a partner." Closing his eyes in mortification, he
continued. "But when Diana came...you started to show more
feelings than I'd seen from you before so...I-I held back,
because I wanted to see more."

Scully waited, reluctantly beginning to see where he was heading.

"It seemed the more I held back, the more emotion you showed -
and the more emotion you showed the more I wanted to see. I
didn't consider the fact that you were hurting - or maybe it was
there in the back of my mind but I thought..." he hesitated,
squeezing his eyes shut, "I thought that you would finally have a
idea of how I've felt all these years, hoping you felt half of
what I did," he finished.

< Just say it, dammit> he told himself.
"The pitiful truth about it Scully? I liked the fact that you were 
jealous," he finished in a rush.
< There. I said it.>

"Like I said, I'm not proud of it,
but it's the truth. I'm sorry that I hurt you; I just want you to
come back," he said, looking her in the eyes for the first time
since he started his explanation.

"Oh Mulder..." she said stroking his cheek, "it's not that
simple."

"Why not Scully? Why-what do you want me to do or say?"

"Mulder-"

"Whatever you want me to do - I'll do. I just can't keep hurting
like this."

"Listen to me," Scully said softly, framing his face in her
hands, "you aren't the only one hurting. I am too. This is just
as hard on me..."

"Scully," he said, taking her face in his hands as well, "do you
love me?"

"Yes Mulder. I love you."

"Do you have any idea how that much hurts me Scully? Do you?"

"Mulder-"

"No Scully. I can open my mind to all manner of extreme
possibilities," he said, softly rubbing her lips with his thumb,
"but those three words were a possibility so extreme I didn't
dare to even hope in it. Ssssh..." he said, placing a finger
across her lips when she attempted to speak. "But that didn't
mean," he continued, "that sometimes, when I couldn't stop
myself, I didn't dream of hearing those words coming from your
lips. I did. But you were a dream I not only didn't feel I could
hope for...but that I didn't deserve."

"Mulder-" she started.

"I'm going somewhere with this, Scully."

"I'm sorry."

"But you took a phrase that should warm the heart of anyone that
hears it, and turned it into something that brings me nothing but
pain - no that's not completely true - it's like this strange
combination of pleasure and pain. Pleasure because I never
allowed myself to seriously hope that you could love me like
that; and pain because you give me my dream at the same time that
you took it way. It's made worse now because I know what you feel
like," his voice going softer, "what you taste like...and how
passionate you are," He finished smoothly, sliding his tongue in
her mouth before she could say anything in response.

Again framing his face, Scully pulled back. "I'm sorry I hurt
you, Mulder. I can only say to you that I'm suffering too," she
whispered. "But please believe me. I love you."

"Then come home," he whispered back.

"Mulder..."

"It's killing me," he said, wrapping his arms around her.
"Scully, I need you."

"Don't," she said, pressing her hands against his chest,
resisting his embrace.

"Don't what Scully? Don't want you? Don't need you?"

"Mulder please!" she cried, sliding underneath his arms and away
>from the door to the center of the room. "This is the best I can
do right now."

"But Scully-" he began, while walking toward her.

"Stay where you are," Scully warned.

"That's the second time you've said that. Why are you running
>from me, Scully?"

"I'm not running at all," she denied, backing into the desk.

Mulder simply stared.

"All right dammit! I don't know myself around you anymore. I
can't TRUST myself around you anymore. If we are alone in the
same room I just can't seem to think anymore! It scares me
Mulder," she said, ending in a whisper.

"Why? I don't understand."

"I've never been the way I am with you...with anyone else," she
explained softly.

"God Scully," Mulder said, walking toward her.

"I said stay where you are, Mulder! I mean it," she ordered,
stopping him in his tracks.

"Why won't you let me near you?"

"Because whenever you are, I can't seem to care about anything
else and this is important! I need to think!"

"About what?" He asked.

Hoping it would be easier if she didn't face him, she turned her
back to him and stared at the picture of her sister Melissa,
sitting on her desk.

"Mulder, do you remember when I told you that I had never met
anyone as passionate and dedicated to a belief as you?"

Thinking back, Mulder nodded as he spoke. "Yeah, we disagreed
over Deep Throat."

"Yes. I said that your passion is so intense that sometimes it's
blinding. While I respected and admired it, it also scared me. It
still does. To have all of that passion directed toward you...is
frightening."

"I would never hurt you, Scully."

"No, no you don't understand. Passion is a very big part of who
you are, focus doesn't matter...whether it's extraterrestrial
entities, or...a woman," she whispered. "You'd have to be able to
handle it, and - and to match it."

"Scully," he said somewhat bewildered, "you've been matching it
for 6 years."

Stomach tied up in knots, Scully faced him. "You're not hearing
me Mulder.

"I guess not. I'm lost Scully. You've been the perfect partner
for me. I mean, you match me wit for wit."

"I'm not talking about being a partner, Mulder."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Being a woman!" she blurted. "Being a woman and matching your
passion!" Scully hung her head a moment, not believing she'd just
spoken her deepest fear to Mulder.

Mulder ignored the blast of heat
he felt at her words, and concentrated on giving her the reassurance
she seemed to be asking him for. "Scully...you match my passion in
every
way."

"When we were growing up, my sister was the passionate one. She
was spontaneous and free. And me? I was the quiet, studious-"

"I can see studious, but quiet? When?"

"That's what I mean Mulder. I'm not myself when I'm with you,"
she said closing her eyes. "I hardly know who I am."

"You're being silly Scully-"

"I should have never told you I loved you," she murmured, opening
her eyes and finding herself face-to-face with Mulder's chest.
How the hell...?

"Don't say that Scully," he said angrily, grabbing her by the
shoulders. "Goddammit, don't *ever* say that."

"But ever since I said those words Mulder, everything's changed,"
Scully cried helplessly, twisting handfuls of his jacket in her hands.
"I can't seem to get things back. To get
ME back anymore."

"Is that what you're waiting for?" Mulder asked, calmer now. He
was beginning to understand what was disturbing her. It seemed
Dana Scully the scientist had finally met Dana Scully the woman.
The sensual woman.

"It's like I've lost control. Like I've lost a part of myself."

"No Scully," Mulder said softly. "You just gave it to me. That's
why you can't find it," he told her, framing her face in his
hands, and staring into her bewildered, frightened eyes. "And
guess what Scully? I'm not giving it back, but I promise you I'll
cherish it."

"Mulder, how can you be so sure I'll satisfy you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, I'm used to a certain level of intensity in
relationships...but your passion well exceeds what I'm used to.
It hasn't been easy for me to match it, just being your partner.
How can I match it being - being...more?"

"Stop it!" he said.

"How can you be so sure about me when I'm not?" Scully said,
pouring out all of her fears. "Mulder I'm - I'm conventional, not
adventurous. I mean, the only place I've ever made love in is a
bed for god's sakes! And in the six years we've been partners,
have you ever known me to be spontaneous?"

"I said stop it, Scully!" he shouted grabbing her by the
shoulders and giving her a shake. "Do you remember that night in
the rain? The woman I was with that night seduced me. No Scully,
you're not going to run this time," he told her when she started
to pull away in disbelief. "You'll hear this, dammit. I was angry
and I wanted to stay angry. I tried everything I knew to stay mad
at you that night, but you were having none of it.  As furious as
I wanted to be, you made me want your love - your passion - MORE.
Until it was all I cared about. I didn't stand a chance against
it. That, Agent Scully, is seduction. You. Were. Hot.

Blushing at the memory, she tugged his head down until they were
rubbing nose to nose. < Just like Eskimos> Mulder thought, and
remembered that
she'd held him this very same way the last time they had a
conversation in this office. At that moment, he realized
something new about his beautiful partner.

She was a cuddler.

"I've never been like that with any man before Mulder," she
whispered, embarrassed, and Mulder couldn't help but feel a jolt
of joy at her words.

He kissed her softly. "Maybe you just needed the right man to
bring it out. Give me a chance Scully - give US a chance," Mulder
whispered, "and I'll prove it to you."

He held her face between his hands, wanting to see her face the
first time he said the words to her. He'd already told her he
loved her, but he'd never said this. "I want you Scully. I want
you more than I want the next breath." He never would have
anticipated her reaction to his declaration.

He thought she might just stare blankly, or simply shrug him off
as she did once before when he made a different - but just as
important - declaration from a hospital bed, but she did neither.
Instead, tears sprung to her eyes, touched his heart, and made
him want her painfully.

"Oh Mulder," she whispered.

How many times had she dreamed those words from him? She was
tempted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming now.
But even her wildest fantasies didn't come close to the heat that
was in his eyes right now. And it was all for her.

< To hell with it> She thought.

Mulder sensed and felt her surrender, and against all good
judgement responded, grabbing her waist and lifting her on top of
her desk, then positioning himself between her thighs. Grasping a
handful of her hair, Mulder yanked her head back and feasted on
her mouth - biting, licking and rubbing his lips over hers.

Sliding her hands underneath his jacket, she ran them up his back
and hooked them around his shoulders, pulling him tightly against
her. Scully then slid her hands over his buttocks, testing and
kneading his firm flesh and wrapping her thighs around his hips.


Breaking off the kiss, Mulder lowered his hands to her breasts
and caressed them slowly through the layers of clothing and bra,
making Scully squirm with impatience and pleasure. "More Mulder.
More," she whispered, and stroked his tongue with hers, ready to
do it all right here and to hell with the consequences-

A brisk knock on the door interrupted them.

"Agent Scully? Are you there?"

< Shit> Dana thought.

"It's Kersch," she whispered to Mulder.

"Shit," Mulder whispered back.

"I just said that!" Scully whispered urgently.

"No you didn't. You thought it."

"Same thing...Hide!"

"Where?" Mulder asked while both of them looked around for a
suitable place, and outside the door, Kersch continued to knock.

"Agent Scully? Are you in there?"

"Mulder!!"

"There's no place to go Scully! You have no closets or drapes, no
file cabinets - not even a table to dive under..." he trailed off
as the idea hit them both at the same time.

"Under the desk!!" they each whispered.

Mulder dived just in the nick of time. Kersch was opening the
door. Scully quickly sat down in her seat, and gave Mulder a look
that said "Don't make a sound!"

"Agent Scully, are you alright?" Kersch asked, coming into the
office and taking a seat.

"Yes sir, why do you ask?"

"You didn't answer when I knocked - I was concerned."

"No need. I'm fine."

"I thought we needed to clarify a few things. I came off rather
harshly up there and I know you didn't take too kindly to it."

"I took exception to being treated like a person whose judgement
is in question. If that is the way you feel, why bring me on in
the first place?"

"That isn't the way I feel Agent Scully, which is why I came to-"

"Exactly how *do* you feel sir, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Now *my* judgement is in question?"

"No more than mine was - unless you'd like to try the *truth*
this time," Scully countered, crossing her arms and uncrossing
her legs leaning forward in her seat.

"That was rather insolent Agent Scully. It seems you picked up
some of Agent Mulder's bad habits."

"I'm sorry," Scully said innocently. "Were we discussing Agent
Mulder? I thought we were going to...clarify a few things. Did I
misinterpret your meaning?"

"Touché, Agent Scully. Sheathe those claws and let me explain."

"I'm all ears, sir."

A barely heard snicker from underneath her desk had her
kicking - anything she could reach - to warn Mulder not to make a
sound.

< OUCH, dammit!> She almost nailed him in the balls! But he just
couldn't help it. He had to laugh. Kersch didn't know it, but he
was dead meat. Mulder was intimately acquainted with the tone
Scully was using in her conversation with her superior. He was so
glad he was, for once, *not* on the receiving end of it. But he
was aware of why it was there in the first place.

Because of him.

Even though she walked away, she didn't like anyone trying to
tell her how to handle their relationship. But there was no need
for her indignation on his behalf.  < Because Fox Mulder does
whatever the hell he wants to do and anyone who gets in his
way...well they can go straight to hell.> he thought.

God himself couldn't keep him away from Scully. If his soul
depended on it, he would gladly go to hell. Just being with her
was like a slice of heaven. He had no doubt that if they weren't
interrupted, he and Scully would be a minute away from making
love right about now. Just the thought of it had him stifling a
groan. And she thought she wasn't passionate enough? Not woman
enough for him? Every time he got near her she seared him with
her passion, he thought, absently stroking her feet.

And then realized that he was in a position to stroke much MORE
than just her feet.

Though it wasn't planned, Mulder saw this as another opportunity
- as in the back seat of her car that rainy, passion-filled,
painful night - to kill two birds with one stone.  He could
distract her from getting into more hot water with Kersch, AND
show her just how spontaneous and UN-conventional she actually
was.

Dana Scully had more passion in her than even *she* knew and he
was determined to prove it to her.

Arousal was already riding him hard - this was one of his
fantasies. The danger of exposure only excited him more. He was
already hard, wondering if Scully was a "true" redhead - and
he had every intention of finding out. How would she taste?

Could he make her come?

With Kersch in the same room?

And how long would it take before she realized what he was going
to do?

Would she let him?

He was about to find out.

End of Part (5/10)
Continued in Part 6