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


Mulder saw stars behind his tightly shut eyes, caught in the most
intense orgasm he'd ever known.

"That's it! Scully...that's it! YES!" he shouted, his body taut
as a bow.

Scully continued to suck, drinking him in until he had no more to
give.

He hooked his hands underneath her arms and slid her up his body to
hold her.
Breathing still labored, his body still trembling, Mulder could
find no words for what had just happened and simply held on
tight.

Scully closed her eyes as the feeling of being cherished washed
over her. He'd told her he loved her. And now she could feel it.

As his breathing slowed, Mulder realized to his amazement that he
was still aroused. He also realized where they were.

He just had the most awesome blow-job of his life - on the steps
of his apartment building.

Not that he was given a choice, Scully wasn't taking no for an
answer! But it didn't gel with what he had assumed about his by-
the-book partner. She might be by the book, but when it came to
passion it seemed all bets were off.

Holding her tighter, Mulder turned them around gently, so that
she was lying partially underneath him, and looked into her eyes.

And saw nothing but love in them.

"Hmmmm," he sighed, and lowered his lips to hers, sliding his
hand slowly up her thigh, and kissing her softly.

Then found her naked, hot and very wet.

Mulder instantly felt a shock of heat that went straight to his
cock, hardening it as he slid his finger inside her heat.

"Scully," he whispered, pulling away slightly.

"You keep tearing my underwear Mulder, pretty soon I won't have
any left."

"You won't see ME complaining about it," he said, rubbing his
thumb slowly over her clit.

"Does that mean you had no underwear on all day Agent Scully?" Mulder
whispered, feeling his cock twitch in excitement.

"Yes," she whimpered, as his thumb moved faster.

"Don't do that again, Scully," he said intently, his features
turning savage.

"W-wha-what do you mean?" she panted. "You did it; I had no
choice."

"It doesn't matter. Don't do it again. I'm warning you," he said
harshly.

"Why?" she asked, closing her thighs and stopping his finger from
moving between her wet folds.

Looking directly into her eyes, he spoke deliberately and
hoarsely. "Because if I know that you are not wearing underwear,
I don't care where we are or who we're with, I will find the
first empty space."

"And...?" Scully asked, aroused.

"I will fuck you. Again and again."

At his words, Scully's legs fell open in surrender and Mulder's
thumb again began it's rhythm against Scully's clit.

"And then I'll suck you," Mulder said in a low voice, while
Scully moaned. "And I'll lick you. Slowly. So slowly. And won't let
you come.
Not until you beg me. And then I'll keep licking and I'll keep
sucking on your clit. Until you're dripping. Over and over and
over again in my mouth."

His words almost drove her mad. No man had ever stirred her up
like this.

Frantic, Scully removed his hand from between her thighs and
before he could take the next breath, had twisted and impaled
herself on his shaft.

"Scully!"

"NO! Now Mulder!," she said fiercely as Mulder looked down at her.
"Fuck me NOW!"

Lips swollen from his kiss, fiery red hair in sexy disarray, hips
moving sinuously like a cat, and skin rosily flushed, Scully
fused her mouth to his, whipping those hips around with
lightening fast precision.

Slipping his hands underneath her hips, Mulder picked her up and
rose from the stairs, trying desperately to get into his
apartment. He stumbled on a couple of steps in his frenzy,
inadvertently slamming Scully against the wall next to his
apartment door.

And, true to form, just like that night in the rain, Scully
didn't waste any time - moving her hips and pumping his cock
faster and faster. < Get into the house, get into the house> he kept
repeating to
himself. Patting his jeans for his keys, he found them and tried like
hell to get them in the lock.

And all the while, Scully, without any help from him, was fucking
his brains out.

As he felt his own hips start to thrust in response to hers, he
made a more determined attempt to get his key into the lock; he
was starting to lose control.

When she started making those soft whimpers that he loved to hear
and that told him she was almost ready to come, Mulder knew time
was running out.

Then he heard the click of the lock.

Moving quickly now, Mulder pushed into the apartment, kicked the
door shut with his foot and without turning on any lights, fell
with her on the black leather couch.

Scully wrapped her strong slim legs tighter around his waist -
only to have him grab them by the ankles and raise them to his
shoulders, pulling out of her and latching his mouth on her clit.

He had to slow this down, before he got any further out of
control, but she was too close to orgasm for him to stop.

Still, he was like a man with a fever now, tasting her passion
for the second time in one day and drinking it in like a fine
nectar. < How had he lived so long without her taste?> he thought.

This time he wanted to feel her when she came, and started
sliding his long tongue deep inside her to stroke her sweet spot,
while using his thumb to stroke her clit.
Rotating his thumb
around and around, he moved his tongue in and out of her just as
he would if it were his cock, riding her like a bucking bronco,
her movements becoming wild and abandoned.

This was the Scully of his wildest dreams.

The Scully that didn't
care about protocol or procedure or science. Only about giving
and receiving pleasure, passion and love.

"Mul..Mulder - ohh - I'm gonna come."

He felt her walls start to tremble around his tongue and moved it
in and out of her faster.

"YES! Right now...right now-"

Mulder moaned as he felt her contract around his tongue,
shuddering and shaking while he rubbed her clit frenetically with
his thumb.

Again and again she squeezed him, her walls contracting with wave
after wave of pleasure. Each time she felt as though the waves
would finally ebb, he stroked her clit and they crashed all over
again.

"No more, Mulder. Please. I can't take it...ohhh..."

As he felt her walls contract around him once again, Mulder
finally let her come back to earth.

Scully went boneless, thinking to herself that she was right
about having the stamina to be Mulder's lover.

She'd have to eat
her Wheaties.

Kissing and nipping his way up her body, Mulder looked at the
glowing, exhausted face of his former partner and tried not to
feel too smug. < I did that> he thought, as he felt her slide
trembling hands up his back.

"Hmm Scully, you're starting to give me ideas," he whispered,
shifting on top of her and rising to his haunches.

"Ideas? What ideas?"

"Well actually, this is more like a fantasy," he said softly.

"A fantasy. What is it?" Scully asked, feeling the return of
desire at his words.

"Well, it starts..." he said, reaching over her and turning on
the lamp, "with me stripping you naked," he whispered, leaning
down to taste her lips.

"And ends with me munching on you like a Coney Island Hotdog, but
first things first huh? I want to see you Scully," he finished,
and started to undress her slowly.

Like a man opening a present he's wanted for a long time. He unzipped
her skirt and slid it down her legs and off, seeing,
the neat little patch of red at the apex of her thighs and burying his
nose in it.

Continuing his exploration, he nibbled his way up her smooth, soft
torso, gathering her tattered silk blouse and bra, then
lifting her gently and sliding them both from her body.

Scully lay docile while he undressed her with care. Now that she
was getting her breath back, she was a little miffed. She had
every intention of finishing what had started in the hallway,
with him *inside* her.

Both of them. Coming together.

She wanted that. Needed that.

And he kept taking that away from her, dammit!!
It seemed Mulder needed to be reminded that theirs was a partnership
in *every* since of the word' Scully decided, as her breathing
accelerated and her breasts started to heave in equal parts of
anger and arousal, anticipating the coming attack.

Mulder sat back on his heels, and just stared. He had to be
dreaming.

Scully.

Naked.

His eyes took her in hungrily. The tiny feet with nails polished
blood red - a symbol of her latent passion, the slim, strong
calves and shapely thighs, the soft curly shock of red that was
the entrance into heaven, her softly rounded stomach, her full
ripe breasts topped with cherry red nipples.

Breasts that were currently heaving with what he thought was the
return of desire. < Damn what a woman!> he thought with a smile as
he slowly raised his eyes to hers.

And stopped smiling.

Because those blue eyes were burning.

But not with passion.

At least not the passion HE was hoping for.

This small woman could bring him to his knees with just a look!

"Scully wh-" he was stopped mid-sentence by her putting her
finger across his lips.

"Don't say a word Mulder," she said softly. "You have tried my
patience, and I consider myself a font of it," she said, rising
slowly, breasts still heaving, and feeling very sexy at the look
of hunger in his eyes.
Pushing him down on the couch, Scully straddled him.

"Scully-" he was again stopped by her finger across his lips.

"I said not a word."

Not bothering to explain, Scully ripped his shirt open, and,
while lifting his head, pulled it from his body. "There, that's
better," she purred. "I was feeling underdressed."

< Who the hell is this - this seductress and what has she done
with Scully?> Mulder thought.

"You look a little shell shocked, Mulder," Scully said, smiling
slyly and moving down his body.

Mulder simply stared, almost paralyzed with excitement, wondering
what she would do next.

Still moving catlike down his long legs, Scully lifted each and
removed both his shoes and his socks.

"You see Mulder, this is
exactly what I felt was the problem with us."

"What?"

"I thought we were supposed to be partners - equals," she said,
sliding her hands up his long legs and making sure she brushed
against his stiff member on the way to his waist.

He moaned.

"But even now we're not, are we?" she said, stroking his chest
and stomach.

"Scully-"

"I don't have on a stitch of clothing, but you do."

"J-just my pants-" he stammered.

"And don't forget those sexy black silk boxers," she purred,
stroking his cock lightly.

"Shit!" he moaned, feeling himself unravel.

"Mulder," she said, "open your eyes."
Scully waited as he slowly opened eyes burning with desire.
"I want you naked," she said, and yanked both his pants and
boxers down his legs and off.

Then just stared.

< Yum> she thought, slithering back up his body.

"Scully please," he begged.

Holding his gaze, Scully ran her hands through her hair, making
it wilder, sexier before slowly trailing them across her breasts
cupping them in her hands and making Mulder shake with wanting.

"You never were good at following orders, Mulder," she said,
beginning to rock her hips against him.

"Wh-wh-what orders?" Mulder moaned.
Scully bent down, rubbing her hands across his chest, then
following the path with her mouth, before using one hand to reach
behind her and lightly stroke his twitching cock. "Your orders were,
Agent Mulder...to fuck me now," she whispered,
and slid on to him without warning.

"YES!" he moaned, grasping her hips and involuntarily slamming himself
deeper inside her.
Bracing herself with her palms on his chest, Scully stopped a
moment to adjust.

"God...wait," Scully said, and stopped a minute, relishing how
completely he filled her, while Mulder wondered how long he could
hold himself still inside her.

She was hot and fit him like a glove. He was clenching his teeth
and trying to fight a losing battle.

"Scully," he said hoarsely, "I can't hold back anymore," and
slammed his hips into hers with brutal force.

But Scully was ready and met his thrust with a stroke of her own,
slamming her hips down on his.

"Take me Mulder," she whispered. "Just take me."

Eyes locked and already out of control, Mulder and Scully moved
as one on the ride they both had waited 6 years to take.

Mulder slammed into Scully's hot wet warmth with a growl, hoping
he wasn't hurting her, but too out of control to do anything
about it. Clenching his teeth, Mulder stared into his Scully's
passion-filled face.

Beautiful. Abandoned. Free.

"Mulder!" Scully cried, riding his cock faster, egging him on,
moving with increasing abandon. < Always...Mulder> she thought,
looking into the eyes of the man she loved as she rode him with
fury.

He was the tornado that swept into her life and tore her well-
ordered, scientific world to pieces. The excitement that found
it's mate in her. Though she hid it from the rest of the world,
he alone instinctively knew how to bring it out. With him, she
could be wild, and unrestrained. With him she felt beautiful.
With him she felt loved. And it was his love that set her free.
Free to respond to him as she had no other. Free to balance the
overwhelming intensity of his passion with her own. And, as she
stared into eyes wild with hunger for her, she felt a thrill that
had nothing to do with science, and everything to do with
chemistry.

Rising up, Mulder wrapped one arm around her while grabbing her
legs and pushed forward, landing her on her back, legs wrapped
around his waist, on the opposite end of the couch.

Then, grabbing her by the ankles, Mulder removed her tightly
wrapped legs from around his waist and raised them to his
shoulders, plunging deep inside her, and feeling control slipping
away.

"OH! MULDER," she moaned, as she felt him plunge inside her heat,
stroking her both inside and out. "More please PLEASE!" she cried
desperately, and Mulder moved faster, no longer caring about
anything, only about pleasing her. Hearing her call his name, her
keening, pleading cries, knowing he was driving her out of
control.

She was the peace, the patience and endurance he needed to run
this race. He didn't have all of the answers, but with her by his
side he was willing to take the time to find them. She soothed at
the same time she incited. She aroused at the same time she
satisfied. She was enough of an enigma to always have a bit of
mystery and intriguing enough to always keep him guessing.

But did she need him as he needed her?
Did he give her back even
half of what she gave him? He wasn't sure of all the answers, but
he WAS sure of one thing.

He gave her pleasure.

He could make her wild.

For him.

In a way no other man ever had.

And if he had anything to say about it...no other man ever would.

Lowering her legs from his shoulders and wrapping her arms
tightly around his neck, Scully reached up and bit Mulder's lip, her
blue eyes blazing with passion. "Where are you Agent Mulder?" she
whispered, trapping him between
her thighs. "I need you here with me," she finished.

"Always," he moaned, as Scully started to move her hips in a
strong rhythm. < God, there should be a law against those hips>
Mulder thought, and began to move with her.

Slowly at first, then with increasing speed they moved, Mulder
sliding his hands underneath her hips as she rode him fast and
hard.

Wild and abandoned, Scully let herself go, moving faster and
faster, rubbing her breasts against his chest, biting and sucking
on his lips and thrilling at his almost constant groans of
pleasure.

Mulder shifted, deliberately rubbing himself against her clit,
and picked up the pace, thrusting into her heat again and again.

Feeling her inner walls clutching him.

Tighter......and......tighter.

Then grabbing her hips and moving faster again, no longer able to
stop himself. Not ever wanting to stop...

Scully was frantic and ready to burst. Her movements were
becoming erratic as she felt herself slide down that dark
slippery tunnel toward release. She had to have it now, her body
as tight as a bow.

"Mulder, Mulder please," she begged as her body started to
shudder.

"Come for me Scully," Mulder demanded as the tight clutching of
her body began to send him over the edge, causing him to grind
his hips into hers with unceasing pressure, insuring that he
rubbed her hot nubbin each way.

Neither leading - now both were led, panting and moaning into
each other's mouths, straining together...thrusting
frantically...

They rode each other, speeding together toward the inevitable
explosion.

"MULDER!" Scully screamed. "Mulder!"

"Scully...Scully I'm....coming!"

"GOD...Mulder...!" she called, as the tension finally broke and
her body started to shake, her movements jerky as she felt the
contractions begin.

"YESSSS," Mulder answered, as the frantic milking of his shaft
pushed him over the edge into orgasm.

Both shuddering, both shaking, they held on tight and let the
pleasure take them, wave after wave, each calling the other's
name.

Mulder collapsed, falling on his side and taking her with him,
wrapping her in the cradle of his arms and closing his eyes.

As he soothed her trembling body, all he could think to himself
was how the hell could he do without her now?

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Scully closed her eyes and
blinked back tears. She loved him so much!
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He slowly crept up the stairs, not being able to believe that he
finally had his chance. The entire building appeared vacant - a
fact that filled him with relief.
Finally getting to the door, he took a deep breath and knocked.
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Mulder rested his head between her breasts breathing in her
earthy sexy scent and rubbing his cheek against her soft skin.

He'd gotten to fulfill so many fantasies today.
And the night was relatively young.

"You ok Scully?"

"You can just stop trying to hide that smug-as-hell smile,
Mulder," Scully said. "It isn't working."

"What?" Mulder said with a wide grin, "I was simply asking how
you felt," he finished innocently.

Scully shook her head and tried to control her own grin."I cannot
move! Does that make you feel better?"

"Well it does give me some ideas," he whispered, sliding up her
body and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. "I've got one
more fantasy I want to fulfill tonight."

"What's that?" she asked, feeling herself flying through the air
yet again as Mulder lifted her into his arms and stood up. Scully
wrapped her arms around his neck, planting small kisses around
his ear. "Where are we going Mulder?" she whispered in his ear.

"Bedroom," he whispered back.

Capturing her lips with his, he laid her gently on his bed, feeling
her tighten her grip on his neck and obeying that small
pressure, following her down.

"You still haven't told me your fantasy Mulder," she purred.

"My fantasy? You. Hot and naked in my bed," he said roughly, then
kissed her passionately.

Her hands roamed his body, sliding up his back and making him
moan. Mulder caressed her slowly, sliding his palm up her thighs
and over her hips to cup her breast, hearing her whimpers of
desire.

"Mulder," she said breathlessly, and started to move her hips
against him.

"Yessss," he answered, letting her seduce him all over again.

The doorbell rang.

"Goddammit," Mulder said. "Who the hell is that? Everyone should
be gone."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Scully whispered to him. "The
faster you get rid of whoever is at the door, the faster we can
finish what we started."

"Ummm, and who said logic isn't sexy?" Mulder quipped with a
grin, and grabbed a pair of jeans off of the floor, putting them
on without underwear and without a shirt.

Leaning down, Mulder gave Scully a quick kiss. "Don't move."

Walking out of the bedroom, Mulder headed for the door - then
made a quick U-turn to pick up their scattered clothing, throwing
them back into the bedroom to make sure whoever was at the door
didn't get a sneak peek at him and Scully's skivvies. Then he
continued to the door.

Mulder looked through the peephole, seeing no one. Undoing the
lock, Mulder opened the door to check the hallway...and his jaw
dropped open in shock.
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Scully heard Mulder open then close the door. There were sounds
of a conversation and Scully realized that Mulder had let in
whoever was at the door. She was going to kill him!
< No way in hell they could finish what they'd begun now> she thought
grumpily.

"Scully!"

Alarmed, Scully sat bolt upright in bed.

They might not be partners anymore, but she knew that tone well enough
to know
something serious was going on.

"Scully!"

"I'm coming," she called back, looking for something to put on
and finally settled on one of his shirts. She could only hope
that it wasn't anyone from the bureau or they were going to see a
side of Agent Scully they'd never seen before.

Buttoning up his shirt, she walked down the hall to the living
room, picking up her gun along the way - just in case.

And was struck dumb as she entered the room. Mouth wide open in
shock, she said one word.

"GIBSON?"
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