NEW DEBUT:Full Circle To The Truth Pt. 2 (6/10)(NC-17)
AUTHOR: Des
EMAIL ADDRESS: des826@internetconnect.net
Disclaimer in Section 1


Scully rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to hide her
distraction as she felt Mulder's hands on her ankles, slowly
rubbing and massaging them before slipping her shoes off her
feet. Trying to keep her mind on the conversation was becoming
increasingly difficult as she made some sort of coherent reply to
Kersch's lecture in the guise of an explanation.

Scully drew in a panicked breath at the feel of his hands
caressing and smoothing up their way up her calves. Her breathing
was starting to become labored, so she started concentrating on
taking slow, even breaths while Kersch droned on and on. She felt
his hands settle on her knees and shuddered slightly as he slowly
and deliberately parted them, caressing both her inner and outer
thighs.

He stroked her slowly, using a feather-light touch - first on one
thigh then the other, stopping for a moment to admire her thigh
high stockings (she was likely to give him a fetish) before
moving slowly toward her hips - and her panties.

Hooking his thumbs underneath the elastic at her hips, he gave it
a yank, tearing the fragile lace and allowing Mulder to slide the
ruined swatch of lace down her legs and off. < If he keeps this
up, I won't own a single piece of underwear> Scully thought
somewhat disjointedly.

"Agent Scully? Are you feeling alright?"

"Y-y-yes," she stammered as she felt him move in between her
thighs. Her eyes widened slightly as realization of his intent
began to dawn on her.

< OH...MY...GOD...He wouldn't DARE! Not here. Not now.>

But even as the thought entered her mind, she could feel his hot
breath trailing up her thighs as he pushed them wide - smoothly
sliding first one then the other over his shoulders in
preparation.

Scully braced, as she felt his hot breath closer and closer to
her naked and most sensitive flesh.

And he waited.

Making her yearn.

It was madness.

It was dangerous.

It was exciting.

It was desire.

It was agony. < Do me, Mulder. Do me>

It seemed Mulder's passion tapped some wild primitive desire with
in her that she previously thought herself incapable of.
Everything that was woman in her, responded to all that was male
in him - the intense sexuality and passion that she'd always
known was a big part of him and that secretly scared her.

Because deep down inside, she wasn't sure if she would be able to
satisfy him, even though he seemed to have no doubts about that
at all. His certainty had sparked a curiosity in her. If she were
to believe him, it seemed she could not only satisfy him, but
*wanted* to.

"Agent Scully, I know you probably think that I've judged your
ex-partner unfairly," Kersch said at the very same moment she
felt the first stroke of his tongue on her clit.

"Ohh Yes," Scully replied vehemently.

Kersch leaned back in his seat, not expecting quite so honest an
answer. Somewhat uncomfortably, he continued. "Well...it's
because I feel you have great potential."

"Yes," Scully said breathlessly, unbearably excited.

Kersch stared at her quizzically. "Agent Scully?"

"Yes. More. Please. I want...to hear more."

And Mulder, understanding her request for what it was, launched
his attack, lowering his mouth and tasting the heart of her. He
wrapped his mouth around her nubbin of pleasure and sucked her,
while simultaneously using his tongue to zero in on her 'spot.'

"Well, I felt your career was sidetracked by your partnership
with Agent Mulder, but with him out of the way, the sky's the -
are you alright, Agent Scully?"

Underneath the desk, Mulder was ruthless, his mouth never leaving
her, tongue flicking quickly back and forth, then left to
right...

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

Sucking her clit and making it hard...

"You're looking flushed."

Trapping the hard nubbin gently, then mercilessly circling it...

"I'm fine."

Faster...

"Then, am I boring you?"

And faster...lapping at her juices and licking her raw.

"Boring me?"

Until she began to surreptitiously move her hips against his
mouth.

"Yes. You seem fidgety."

< Oh God - I'm gonna come> she thought, frantic. She was so
close...

"No...no Sir," Scully stammered, as Mulder sucked her hard.

She was right on the edge...

"I just have a meeting with a source very soon," she said,
feeling her inner muscles begin to clench. "And I-I don't want to
miss him." She concluded, her release approaching with a
vengeance.

She had to get Kersch out...

Kersch fell for her story and rose from his seat, < Thank God>
while Mulder, using his tongue, lifted the hood of her clit -
leaving it bare, and stroked it hard....

"Well, I won't keep you then. I have an appointment myself to
keep."

Then stroked it fast....

"I'm looking forward to working with you again," he finished,
shaking her hand.

And Scully, no longer able to speak, managed only a meager smile
and nod, because like it or not, she was going over the edge.
< I...can't...hold...on...anymore>

With a nod of acceptance and one more quizzical look, Kersch
walked out the door.

< Just one more push> Mulder thought, as he felt Scully start
shuddering and shaking...and pushed against her chair, rolling it
back and clearing her legs from underneath the desk.

Once they were free, he lifted her legs from his shoulders,
placing a hand underneath each of her thighs, and pushed until
they were raised high and wide, his mouth still sucking her. Now
she was completely vulnerable to him.

He slid her now uncovered and unprotected clit between his teeth
and ran his tongue up and down the length of it, in lightening
fast strokes - feeling her body tighten like a bow string and
hearing her soft, incoherent pleas.

< Come on Scully, come on...> Mulder thought and lightly bit the
hard, wet nubbin...

And that was all it took.

"Oh...yes! My...God!" Scully panted. "Mulder!"

Scully came.

Hard.

Right in Mulder's mouth.

Clenching her teeth against the scream that accompanied it.

And Mulder kept going. Licking and lapping her up and down, until
the last shudder ceased and the last wave crashed. Lifting his
mouth from her, he slid his hands down her quivering thighs, and
lowered them to the floor. Then, rising from under her desk, he
kissed her while she tried to recover and catch her breath.

"You can't keep doing this to me Mulder. I can't take it," she
said, tasting herself on his lips. "I can't think anymore," she
said, trembling. "I don't want to think anymore."  Capturing his
face in her hands, she leaned her forehead against his. "I just -
I *have* to have you, Mulder," Scully pleaded.

"Then come to me Scully - come FOR me." Mulder whispered
urgently. "Come to me and take me. Take what you want, as MUCH as
you want, as OFTEN as you want, any WAY you want. Just take me,
Scully. GOD I need that from you."

Sliding his hand down her body, he reached the heart of her
passion, finding her hot and wet, and stroked her with his thumb,
making her moan. Holding her gaze, he lifted his thumb, wet with
her juices, to his mouth and sucked it slowly. "Come to me
Scully," he whispered once more, then walked out of the door.

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Mulder walked out of the door to Scully's office calling himself
all kinds of fools. He should have finished it. God, he was in
agony right now. Scully was right. He couldn't keep doing this.
He was so hard he hurt.

But he needed her to come to him. It was somehow important to his
pride. He wanted no regrets. He needed to know that she wanted
him - since SHE was the one who walked away. Mulder shook his
head in partial disgust at himself, rubbing his temples that were now
throbbing from frustration.

He was one needy son-of-a-bitch.

But he couldn't feel completely ashamed. He would always need
Scully. The intention of the powers that be was to destroy him by
her entrance into his life and her work on the X-files. But it
backfired.

Instead, she saved his life.

A noise from behind him caught his attention. Whirling around,
Mulder scanned the stairwell. Nothing. He turned back around
laughing at himself. He could be so paranoid. Actually this was
more the kind of situation where he'd meet a source. < Well...
maybe not Deep Throat> he thought somewhat fondly, < or Marita,
for that matter.>

Too dark.

An abandoned stairwell?

This was much more X's speed.

It would be so much like him to just show up completely
unexpected with some arrogant demand or grudgingly offering much
needed information...

There. That sound.

There it was again. Rustling or something.

And it sounded like it was coming from underneath the stairs.
Drawing his gun, Mulder called out.

"Who's there? Come out with your hands in the air. I am armed and
WILL shoot if necessary," he shouted, walking slowly toward the
stairwell.

Another sound. Somewhat squeaky - like rubber soled shoes.

"I said come out or I will shoot!"

The noise was closer now. If there was someone there, it looked
like they'd decided to come out. He thought he saw a shadow
moving toward him, but wasn't sure.

"Fox? Fox, what's going on?" Diana Fowley yelled, barreling down
the steps, gun in hand. "Are you alright?" she asked, running to
his side.

Mulder looked for the shadow again...but it was gone. "Yeah," he
replied absently as he inspected the space underneath the stairs,
seeing no one.

"I just thought I heard something - someone under the stairs," he
told her, walking toward a hastily discarded device that he used
everyday. As he crouched down to get a closer look, he noticed
something even more puzzling. The vent underneath the stairs. It
had been tampered with, the screws loosened and the grid on the
ground. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, he picked up the
device that had first caught his eye.

"What is it?" Diana asked.

"A cellular phone," he answered, bemused.

"Fox, you're handling it like it's a piece of evidence."

"How do you know it isn't?" he asked.

"It's no big deal Fox," Diana chided, holstering her gun.
"Somebody dropped their phone. Are you sure it isn't yours?"
Diana asked.

"Pretty sure," Mulder said, stretching the handkerchief a little
more and pressing the memory button. < But my cell phone number
was the last number dialed on this phone> Mulder thought,
realizing that the call that brought him down here to Scully's
office was made from this phone.

"Fox?"

"How did you know I was here Diana?" he asked, turning toward her
for the first time. "I thought you had a meeting with Skinner?"

"Not a meeting exactly - though I'm not quite sure what you would
call it," she said, answering only part of his question. "His
exact words were 'I wanted to touch base with you,' though it
sounded more like he wanted to put me in my place."

"Skinner can be very protective, but he means well," Mulder told
her "and you still haven't answered my question Diana."

"What question?"

"How did you know I was here?"

"Well...I asked around. Someone thought they saw you heading this
way, so I came down to check and heard you shouting," Diana
explained, thinking quickly. "Why are you questioning me Fox? If
I didn't know better I would say you don't trust me."

"I was wondering about that meeting we just attended," He started
speculatively.

"What about it?"

"I don't know Diana...you were very smug when Kersch spoke of my
not having any contact with Scully."

"What does that mean? I've made no secret of my feelings on the
subject. I've told you many times that it can't be good for you
to continue to have contact with her."

"Diana, how many times do I have to say it?" Mulder said
exasperated.

"What exactly *are* you saying Fox? Do you think I had something
to do with that meeting?"

"Did you?"

"You're serious?" She asked incredulously.

"Diana, when I looked at you...*really* looked at you, you were
fiddling with your hair. I know what that means...you're
uncomfortable about something, and Kersch did say that he was
"informed", meaning someone alerted him. I haven't forgotten how
angry you were when you found out Scully was contacted. You were
even worse when she arrived."

"And you think I arranged that meeting? Fox, I don't have that
kind of clout."

"No. I don't think you arranged it. I don't think anything. I'm
asking you to tell me the truth."

"Fox," Diana said with a sigh, "there isn't anything to tell. And
I resent being questioned like this. Do you do this to all your
partners? Did you do this to Agent Scully?"

"It wouldn't be necessary," he replied.

"But you feel it's necessary with me?"

"I don't mean it like that Diana. What I'm saying is that you
don't always tell everything all at once. I know I have to either
wait or ask you myself. I didn't feel like waiting, so I asked."

"And of course you never have to do that with Agent Scully,"
Diana said mockingly.

< Well you're not Scully> Mulder thought, though he knew he wasn't
being fair to either by comparing the two. Nor did he understand
why he was doing it in the first place. What the hell was wrong
with him? "I'm going to take this to the lab to check for
fingerprints," he said < and get a team up here to dust for prints
on that vent too> he added silently, and walked away.

As Diana watched him, she tried to shake off the feeling that
she'd just been compared to Scully and had failed to measure up.

Something had to be done. Somehow, someway, she had to get Scully
OUT of Fox's mind. Realizing that she was standing outside of
her office, she thought...

"Well, this is as good a place to start as any," and knocked on
the door.

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Scully sat in total exhaustion as her trembling finally ceased.
She had a feeling that a sexual relationship with Mulder would
require a great deal of physical stamina.  He was the most
passionate man she'd ever known. A fact she found incredibly
exciting, arousing, and terrifying.

But now that he'd given her a taste of the degree of passion she
could expect from him she was addicted. Dammit, she wanted more!
She wanted it all! She was beginning to cautiously hope that she
could satisfy him and that it was safe to give to him all the
pent up passion she'd just been waiting to share.

Maybe it was time to take what she wanted.

A knock on her door had her scrambling to pick up her shredded
(once again) underwear from the floor, and hide it in her desk
drawer.

"Come in," she said, straightening her hair.

Diana walked through the door with a smirk on her face. Scully's
surprise was clearly evident. Of all the people that could have
been knocking on her door, she was the *last* person Scully expected .

< Good. It's about time I shocked you> Diana gloated silently.

She wondered though, if embarrassment could cause the flush -
that was almost a glow - she was observing on Scully's face.

She'd knew Fox had been down here; maybe they did more than talk.
Highly unlikely though, because she knew Kersch had been here too
and had left not too long ago. She needed to find out just how
intimate the two agents had become. Had they gone further since
that night in the rain? Though they were very passionate that
night, the information she received said they were not
physically involved, so that night was most likely their first
encounter.

She promised herself that as soon as she took care of Scully, she
would corner Fox and find out.

"What do you want Diana?"

"I thought we needed to talk."

"About?"

"My partner," Diana replied deliberately, watching Scully's eyes
narrow slightly, and taking a seat.

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< What the hell was wrong with him?> Mulder thought, as he headed
down the steps, back to the very office he'd left not 5 minutes
ago.

But something was pushing him.

More strongly than Modell ever had.

To go to her.

His partner.

Mulder paused at the bottom of the steps, trying to reconcile
himself to the fact that the woman he was thinking of was no
longer his partner.

That hurt.

< But not enough to stop me from going to her> he thought, as he
rounded
the corner to her office...then stopped dead in his tracks, as he
watched his present partner walk into her office.

"What the hell...?" Why was Diana going to see Scully?

Slowly, trying not to give himself away, Mulder crept to Scully's
door, glad to see that Diana had not closed it completely. It was
only open a half an inch, but it was enough.

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J Edgar Hoover Building

Mulder wasn't the only person listening to the conversation going
on in that first floor office.

In another office several stories up, X adjusted his equipment,
trying to fight back the urge to simply go down to the first
floor and drag Diana upstairs by her hair. She had no business
being anywhere near Scully, but no matter how many times he told
her that, she continually defied him.

He appreciated the irony of the fact that he was even in the
building, much less wiretapping not just one office, but two.
It certainly paid to have contacts.

Securing Agent Scully her own office assured that he could plant
the bugs necessary to keep an eye on her. When he started
implementing this plan, he anticipated having to stay on top of
Mulder's actions, since he was the intuitive one of the pair.
Putting a bug in his office was a given.

But Agent Scully was becoming a wild card. On top of that, it
sounded like Miss Scully had a plan of her own - and that
wouldn't do. There were already too many players in this game.

His thoughts shifted to Mulder for a moment. He had to hand it to
the guy, X thought with a chuckle, and Scully too for that
matter. If his instincts were right and he was correct about what
he'd heard not too long ago, Mulder was *definitely* taking care
of business under Scully's desk. And Scully handled it like a pro
- all in front of her new boss. And said boss didn't have a clue,
X thought, shaking his head.

< It's the little things that makes the situation so sweet> And it
taught him a powerful lesson too. There was more between the two
of them than even *he* thought. Somehow, he had to make that work
for him, he reasoned, before putting on the headphones again and
settling down to see what would develop next.

"Don't fuck anything up, Diana," he said under his breath.
But even as he said it, he figured that she would.

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"Your partner," Scully repeated. "What about him?"

"I know he was down here, even after leaving the very meeting
where he was ordered to stay away from you."

"First, you're talking to the wrong person - last time I checked,
my name wasn't Mulder," Scully said, never acknowledging the
charge. "Second, I know that *you* were the person who gave
Kersch the information on our fight outside this building."

Diana flushed slightly and shifted in her chair.

"No need to be embarrassed Diana, it was the only logical
assumption to make. You were the only person out there, to my
knowledge, that would have given a rat's ass about two people
making love in the rain."

"Is that what you two were doing? Making love in the rain?"

"Why ask me? Why don't you ask your partner?"

Annoyed at having her words flung back at her, Diana stood up,
walking to the desk and facing Scully palms down, nose to nose.
"Stay away from my partner Agent Scully. As I recall, you
threatened my life if I let anyone hurt him. That includes you."

"I would never hurt Mulder."

"You already have, but it's the last time you will. If I find out
that you and he have been anywhere in the same vicinity, I will
have you censured and relieved of your duties."

At this, Scully finally rose from her seat, also laying her palms
flat on the desk and moving even closer. "Try it, Diana. You just
try it. I guarantee you, it will be the first and last time you
make that mistake. Mulder is your partner because I allowed it,
no other reason. Don't fool yourself into thinking you had a damn
thing to do with it. It was MY choice. You'd do well to remember
that."

"Let's cut to the chase. You don't like me, Agent Scully, and you
haven't from the first."

"Wrong. I didn't *trust* you from the first. Disliking you is a
fairly recent development."

< Damn! She's a smart-ass> Diana thought, irritated. "And why is
that?"

"When I first asked you why you returned to  X-files,
you said that you requested a re-assignment, and that you'd
decided there were things you wanted to get back to. Well, maybe
Mulder bought that line, but I didn't. You're after something
Agent Fowley. Precisely what, I'm not sure of yet, but I know I'm
right. I know it's no coincidence that you're here, and that's
why I didn't trust you from the first."

"And your dislike?" Diana asked, infuriated.

"I dislike you because you're a liar."

"No, Agent Scully. You're the liar."

"How so?"

"Because you can't admit the real reason you dislike me. Probably
>from the minute you laid eyes on me."

"Which is?" she said sarcastically.

"You know that not only was Fox my partner, but that *I* at
least, had the guts to also take him to bed."

End of Part (6/10)
Continued in Part 7