Scent of a Woman IV-Tiramisu
by Terma99@aol.com

Part (3/4)

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Scully raised her head, flushed and hot, turning to him as 
he crawled back up next to her on the bed, wiping his chin 
on his forearm.

"Why did you stop?" she whined, collapsing on her 
stomach, frustrated by the abandoned throb between 
her legs. "I thought you were going to finish me."

He smiled modestly, stretching out next to her, touching 
her nose. "Not yet."

She made a grumbly noise. "So what do you want to do now?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Dunno, lay around, talk, kiss. 
Are you ticklish?"

She gave him a shrewd smile. "No. I'm not. And I'd rather 
you made good on your promise to fuck me."

"Patience, Scully, is a virtue."

"I'm not interested in virtue. I've had six years of virtue. 
Tonight I want Old Testament hell-fire and damnation sin."

"You want to wrestle?"

"No," she said indignantly with a snort.

"Can I tell you how you taste, then? I'd love to share that 
with you."

"Sure, fine..."

He rolled over onto his back and stretched out like a cat, 
resting a hand behind his head. "You taste just like that 
rich Italian thing you left in my fridge."

"Al Capone?"

"No...the dessert. That rum thing...oh never mind, mood's 
ruined. Al Capone, right."

"Tiramisu, Mulder."

"Bless you."

"It's not a sneeze, it's a delicacy. And I would have left some 
in your apartment years ago if I knew you were going to 
compare me to mascarpone and lady fingers."

"Well, it's what you taste like. I have it all over my fingers." 
He paused to pass a hand over his nose. "I love that. I'd wear 
you on me everyday if I could."

"That would get people talking."

He rolled over on his side, propping his head up with an arm. 
He looked quite content and relaxed for a man with a rather 
impressive hard-on. He looked almost normal, like they were 
about to discuss some autopsy results. Never mind all Scully 
could think of was getting those lush complacent lips back 
between her legs.

His finger traced a pattern across his upturned bedspread. 
"I missed you in Louisville, you know. I realize it was only 
for a few days, but I felt disconnected, just floating around. 
You always ground me like fine rubber tubing."

She nodded, trying to appreciate the sincerity of that remark. 
"I thought I was going to enjoy the break from your lunacy, 
myself. But I'll admit I soon discovered how unbearably dull 
a solo afternoon in the basement can be. I guess we're good 
at keeping each other entertained."

"Hmm..." Mulder's talk session seemed to be detained by her 
left thigh. He was running his hand along it. "Love your hips..."

"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself."

He smiled and winked at her. Letting his fingers run the length 
of her from curls to breast bone. "I love this part of you. Right 
here. This furrow that goes from your breasts to your..."

"My linea alba?"

"Yeah, that. Scully, you make it sound so sexy," he said dryly, 
and leaned in and traced the surface anatomy in question with 
his tongue. "We should play doctor sometime, I'd like that," 
he teased, and began kissing each nipple one by one, flicking 
his tongue over them, evening their perkiness, pausing 
between nibbles to check his work.

She combed her fingers through his rumpled hair and fought 
off an amused blush. "I'd prefer if we scheduled your deepest 
perversions for a later date."

"Mmgm." Mulder had trouble speaking with his mouth full 
of breast. 

"Although, I'll admit I have a few of my own." 

"Such as..?" He was testing the softness of the skin under her 
arm now, lifting it toward him, over his shoulder, stroking 
her lightly, almost ticklish.

She tightened her lips to hide her sensitivity as he took her 
hand and began kissing her palm, licking between her fingers. 
"I wouldn't mind dressing up for you, in something tastefully 
sexy from Victoria's Secret, and perhaps unveiling the item to 
you at an undisclosed date and location." He made a bear-like 
sound and sucked her middle finger into his mouth hungrily.

"I take it you'd appreciate that kind of thing."

"Yessss. That ranks pretty high on my wish list." He dropped 
her hand back onto the bed and started to caress her kneecap 
instead.

"Really? What's number one?"

He looked her dead on, his tongue coming out to lick his upper 
lip. "I just had it a few minutes ago."

*It'll make me come, Scully--just like that.*

She was suddenly gripped with an overpowering urge to do just 
that, make him come. They could play secret touching games 
later. She could still taste the salty rigid skin of his cock on her 
tongue and she wanted him back inside her, at her mercy. 
Now. 

She jumped on top of him and started kissing him, hard. He 
responded with an amused sound and ran his hands all down 
her back and ass. Scully spread herself over him and began to 
rub her wetness over his shaft, basting him in her juices. He 
kissed her solidly, deeply, drawing her tongue in and out 
between his teeth. She writhed, trying to work his cock into 
position under her, but he was bigger and stronger, and kept 
jousting it out of the way. 

She growled in frustration and pushed off of him. She sat up 
on her knees, hands to her naked hips, blowing a lock of hair 
back from her face.

"Fuck me Mulder, or I'm going home."

He was lying next to her looking up at her, smiling devilishly, 
nibbling his lower lip. His features were softened, beautified 
by arousal. He was positively the most gorgeous thing she'd 
ever laid eyes on, damn him.

"Did I tell you your breasts look great? Ow!" She smacked his 
wrist as he tried to grab one. "I want to fuck you, Scully. I've 
told you that. I just want to enjoy it, the process. I'm not half 
done playing with you--although your beautiful, delicious 
pussy almost made me reconsider."

She swung one leg over the bed. "I'll be in the other room...
when you need me..."

He swooped her up before she could get away, and tangled 
together with a sheet or two, they both tumbled to the floor 
in a heap. She squealed and tried to get out of his arms as he 
rolled her under him and started sucking her neck. She pushed 
with all her might against him, but batting him off was difficult 
while giggling incessantly. His mouth was tickling her neck and 
shoulder and she slipped one leg around him and tried to slide 
to the left.

Somehow she wriggled away and managed to crawl a few feet 
across the floor before he pounced on her and pulled her into 
his lap like a bundle of twigs. 

"Where do you think you're going at this late hour? All naked 
and flushed?"

"Someplace where a man will treat me right," she said, teasing.

"I treat you just fine."

She whapped playfully at his chest. "No you don't. You ditch me. 
You leave out key bits of information to trick me into taking 
long drives into the middle of nowhere with you. You use me 
all the time."

He flinched slightly. 

Oh hell, he took that wrong. He pressed his lips together and 
looked at the floor.

"Mulder...I didn't mean that seriously."

He sighed and looked at her with a half-smile. "Yeah, I know, 
but it's true. I do use you."

She touched his cheek and kissed him sweetly on the forehead. 
He took her hand.

"Scully, listen to me. You're right, I'm not the next best thing 
since sliced cheese. I do take you for granted sometimes. I 
put other things first. But I want you to understand that all 
ends tonight. I swear to you from here on out you will always 
come first. Always, no exceptions. You can leave me if I ever 
forget it. Just walk away--no questions asked."

"Mulder, I don't need that kind of promise from you. I *know* 
you. I know what to expect. If I didn't like what I saw in you, I 
could have left years ago." 

That seemed to ease his concern somewhat and he turned her 
until they were sitting at the foot of the bed facing the floor 
length mirror together. He held her snugly between his legs, 
her head resting back against his chest. They looked wonderful 
together. A good fit.

"Look how beautiful you are," he said, stroking her belly. 
"Just look. This is how I see you. Everyday. Lovely, strong, 
compassionate, patient. I don't have the slightest idea why 
you're with me. You could have done so much better."

She raised a brow. "I think you usually see me in more clothes 
than this, but I'll buy that analysis for now."

He hugged her close and kissed her hair, looking at her with a 
little smile in the mirror. "I remember when we first met. I 
thought you were this fresh-faced academy brat. Cute as hell, 
but a little 'do good' spy nevertheless. I was determined to 
drive you out shrieking after the first week. And I stuck to that 
plan for all of the first two days until I realized that you weren't 
about to take any crap from me. You had my number, and it 
turned out I was the one who was in for it. You impressed the 
hell out of me that first year."

Her reflection smiled approvingly back at him, and she settled 
against him for a good story. "Go on..."

His fingers randomly stroked her arms and legs while he 
spoke. "And then that one great year turned into two and 
somehow you were still with me, standing by me at great risk 
to yourself, and I was dumbfounded that any woman as 
gorgeous and brilliant as you could even tolerate me. Don't 
laugh, but I began to develop this hard crush on that little 
academy brat."

"A crush?" she laughed. "Isn't that something you get in 
grade school?"

"Yeah, and it was as pure as that. I enjoyed it, cultivated it, 
hid it away inside while keeping you at an arm's length. I 
could do that back then, hide how I felt. But then somewhere 
in the middle of our third year something happened."

"What?"

He shook his head. "It's like I woke up one morning, walked to 
work and was hit over the head with something heavy. 
Irreparable blunt force trauma. Somehow when I wasn't 
looking you had become this devastatingly beautiful woman. 
You blossomed, excuse the melodrama, but it's true. I'd never 
seen you as a woman before and I was instantly, hopelessly 
crazy for you. That's when the sexual fantasies began for me--
raw and real into my dreams, into my head at the most 
inconvenient times. I wanted you so badly, it hurt sometimes. 
I knew I couldn't have you, that you didn't want that. We 
had something different, that was perhaps better, so to not 
mess up that perfect untouchable thing, I backed away."

"I noticed you giving me some space," she recalled. "You 
didn't joke quite so much with me. I wondered about that. 
I think I felt you had finally learned to respect me as an equal."

"I did. And that's why I wanted you in the most carnal of ways. 
You had bested me at my own game and were continuing to 
challenge me. I can't think of a more potent aphrodisiac," 
he confessed, and began to rub her softened nipple with his 
thumb.

She stretched under his touch, but kept her lips tight over 
the sounds she wanted to make, determined to keep his story 
unfolding whether or not his warm breath was stirring the 
fine hairs behind her ear. "What about year four?"

"Our fourth year?" He looked grim. "Our fourth year was 
terrible. I learned there was something far more painful than 
being denied your body." He sounded like that was all he 
wanted to say, but she took his hand and squeezed it, urging 
him to go on.

"I almost lost you two ways. The first way was entirely my 
fault. I had established a pattern of ruling the roost, of 
controlling every day of our lives, making all your plans, 
and you finally had enough when I sent you to Philadelphia. 
Nothing had ever scared me more than calling your hotel 
that Monday morning and finding out you hadn't returned 
the previous night. 

I hung up the phone determined to dial the warehouse 
and have them send up the biggest, most ostentatious desk 
they could find, with scrollwork, and a leather blotter like 
the one Michael Corleone had. But I knew that wasn't what 
you really wanted. Thank god you came back..." His voice 
trailed off and he looked at her toes.

"...I can't talk about the other way I almost lost you. Not 
tonight."

"That's okay," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against 
his chest in comfort. "Tell me about last year."

He smiled, squeezing her until she squeaked. "Last year was 
like winning the lottery. I had you back, strong, willing. I 
have no idea how I managed that, but I was so grateful, I was 
determined to end my evil selfish ways. I began to change--
completely from the inside out. I felt something beyond 
crushes, or lust, or despair--I felt like I was married. Don't 
look at me like that, I'm serious. I'd introduce you as my 
partner, and in my head think that was just a formal term 
for 'wife.'"

"I carried on happily in that manner throughout the end of 
the year and into the next until the most amazing thing started 
to happen just a few months ago." He looked down at her, 
with a glint in his eye. "We started kissing. Those little 'hello' 
kisses. They were so sweet. I'd have dreams about them for 
days afterwards. I loved that so much. It was private, special--
something I could share with you. I didn't even dream I could 
be having more."

"I loved that too. It made me feel closer to you in a way I 
hadn't been before," she confessed, and kissed him lightly.

"God, Scully," he sighed, brushing the hair from her forehead. 
"I try everyday to be a better partner, a better person for you. 
It's hard sometimes to see that. I know, I'm a stubborn 
sonovabitch, but it's there. I know because the change is in 
here." He touched his chest. "I feel it. I've felt it for a long 
time. It's love--real honest-to-god love that doesn't fade or 
hurt, it's just there. You put it there. I love you, Scully. I can't 
say that enough...you'll probably get sick of hearing me say it. 
But I've needed to tell you for a very, very long time."

"You did tell me Mulder, I just wasn't ready to listen."

"But you remembered it."

She shook her head with a shrug. "I couldn't get it out of my 
head."

"What made you finally listen?"

"I don't know. Once I knew I wanted you, becoming lovers 
just seemed like the simplest thing in the world to do. Although 
I'm beginning to have doubts again as to whether or not that's 
ever going to happen," she complained, giving him a jab in 
the ribs.

"I'll give you everything you want, Scully, anything," he said, 
holding her in a deep regard. His hand slid lower between 
her legs, beginning to stroke her dampness. She hissed and 
rolled her cheek to his chest. She gasped as one long finger 
entered her, gently thrusting. His mouth was against her ear. 
"Tell me what you want, baby, tell me how you want me to 
love you."

She couldn't respond, all she could think about was the 
second finger sliding in next to the first, her walls stretching 
to accommodate. She tilted back to kiss him. "Inside me," was 
all she could say.

"Yes, I'll be inside you, hard and deep," he said between kisses. 
"As long as you need, I won't stop until you ask me to."

A third finger made a trio and she arched her pelvis so they 
could slip in further, the middle one just grazing her sweet spot--
it ached and begged for more. "Mmm...now Mulder, please. I 
need you." 

He kissed her nose and her lips. "I want you, Scully. I want you 
to come out of yourself for me."

She climbed up onto his lap, guiding his other palm to her 
breast. His warm thick cock slid across her thigh as he continued 
his finger manipulations. "I trust you," she whispered, and his 
mouth closed over hers.

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END (3/4)