Title:    THE PROFESSIONAL

Authors:    Princess Impossible & P.I.'s Stalker

Rating:     NC-17

Category:   Alternate Universe, Smut
 
Spoilers:   Blatant rip-off of the whole series but no spoilers!

Archive:    Really?

Disclaimer:   Not ours.  They belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen 
			Productions and Fox Broadcasting.

SUMMARY:  	Dana Scully and Mulder in a whole new life.

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This is my original e-mail from Impossible Princess (PI) in May 2004.  The 
only thing changed is all e-mail addy's have been removed as requested.

"Hi, I'm the offending WIP abandoner. :) 
It's mortifying to read that someone remembers the torrid, horrid, OOC, bad, 
BAD smut I wrote I don't know how many years ago, but kind of gratifying. 
(Not that I'm under any illusions that you were interested in my writing, just 
the torrid, filthy smutty smut.)  Sorry for peeving you off about the abrupt end 
but I've attached the entirety of what was written including the un-posted third 
part. I didn't post this because at the time, I didn't feel it was right to lead 
anyone on when I realized I had no intention of continuing it because it was 
really quite terrible in so many ways. 
This story I have completely disowned. I have no interest in writing it or being 
involved creatively whatsoever, except to say that if someone were to take it 
over I'd suggest they cut the sub-plot with Mulder having a daughter I was 
going for. 
If you want it and its many, many warts, it's all yours. Re-write, edit, search 
and destroy. Though I can see how that might be uncomfortable for you. 
Or better yet write your own damn Mulder is a really sexy prostitute story; I'd 
definitely read it. :)
This name and email was a pseudonym created specifically for this story 
probably for obvious reasons. I don't use them in any other XF boards, lists 
etc. You can personally distribute the story to whomever you like but if there is 
an email address on your copy of the first two parts please DELETE  it.  
Thanks. 
Make no mistake, this is totally, utterly and completely about the smut. So you 
can either get down here in the gutter for some fun or ride away now on your 
high horse sniffing about bad characterization. Your choice, I don't want to 
hear about it.
princess" 

XXXXX

That message was all I needed to finish this story folks but for several years 
I've procrastinated and finally I've finished it (Stalker's author's notes at the 
end). 

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Part 1 by Princess Impossible 

"YES, yesyesyes, oh please." 

She had expected it to be pretty good. She'd assumed it to be a given.  She 
was paying for the service and hoped that she was going to get a good deal in 
return.

"Yeah, right there. Ohhhh."

The level of customer service she experienced however was so far beyond her 
expectations she could hardly believe her luck.  She knew it was expensive 
(not that she didn't have the money for such a luxurious extravagance), or she 
had thought it to be until she tried out the wares. 

"OHMIGOD. OH, OH OHCHRIST!"

Dana Scully had the best deal in town. 

It was supposed to be a one-off occasion; just a naughty diversion to be able 
to smile smugly in the mirror at herself, knowing what a bad, bad thing the 
good, good girl had done. 

But once had not been enough. 

She indulged herself a few times more, and over half a year her addiction had 
gone from once to once every six weeks or so, to once a month, to every other 
week and finally to a weekly basis.  Occasionally, when she was particularly 
craving sex, even more. 

Dana didn't pretend to fool herself or rationalize that she was just reaching 
out from her lonely life. She wasn't lonely.  She had her friends a phone call 
away; she could easily catch up with them and make plans. The truth was she 
had more money than she needed and loved to be fucked. 

And how. 

True, Dana Scully was a beautiful woman and had no reason to pay for sex. 
She knew any male with a prick and batting for the right team would 
probably line up around the block to get into her pants.  He'd indicated he 
would as well--fuck her just because she was Dana Scully--but money was 
money and he wasn't about to lose his best customer. 

In any case she didn't want to be fucked by some John Q. Citizen divorcee, 
six figure income and in the market for someone to call his wife and mold 
into his mother. She only wanted to be fucked by William.  He knew the 
game and was the best player on the field. She'd rather continue to pay to 
play with the pro-league than suffer a return to the minors. 

The official rules were that she had to call up the service and make an 
appointment.  She did when planning days ahead with her work calendar 
from the E.R. at Georgetown Memorial but on warm and lazy afternoons in 
summer she could barely wait, even for a few hours.  He had given her his 
voice mail number against protocol, strictly for "emergencies only."

Said crises came frequently in the week before her period and William usually 
responded to her calls for help despite interrupting his down time.  She knew
he did it because she was his best customer, but he also seemed to enjoy 
screwing her real hard, the way she demanded when extremely horny.  

Today was one of her self-designated 'crises' and she'd left a message but he 
hadn't called back yet to confirm or decline her offer. 

On days prior days when he couldn't come at her beck and call Dana's 
frustration sky rocketed; and frustration without promise of relief by him got 
her seriously pissed.  No dream lover had ever been so satisfying.  

Actually she didn't know much about him personally.  Beyond his first name 
she knew that his cock was thick and eight inches long; he was beautiful and 
tanned; he liked it best from behind (a happy coincidence mistakenly revealed 
when she expressed her enjoyment of being taken in that primal way); his 
blood work was clean; he probably swam or ran having such taut stomach and 
back muscles, and that he was born for sex. It was his talent and he shared it; 
God had not wasted such a gift on him.

He was a person with a life, she assumed.  He must have friends and family, 
but surely not a girlfriend; she just couldn't for the world see him buying 
groceries from the market, visiting the dentist or gassing up his car. 

He was sex on a stick, and to her any other meaningless task he might attempt 
seemed a waste of time.

His skill and the way that, when he came, his mouth opened wide and his 
expressive eyes were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen had her 
addicted to him. 

Sometimes, in idle moments she thought of him as her tom cat.  He had soft 
but sometimes piercing green irises that almost disappeared when he was 
doing her.  He sauntered and brooded into her apartment, sauntered and 
brooded out after she had got her fill, and he screwed plenty other pussy cats 
before he came back again. 

Dana was absurdly pleased with how one out of control fantasy and double-
dog dare to herself had turned out. She thought it (it meaning scheduling a 
time for sex where services would be paid for) would be uncomfortable and 
the most un-arousing situation possible.  As it turned out however, the most 
difficult part had been making that initial call.  Now their arrangement could 
not be more perfect even if the sex was just great, not an un-fucking-
believable degree of ecstasy.

Commitment, 2.3 kids, a picket fence, minivan, pool and a Golden Retriever 
were not anything Dana Scully wanted in the slightest.

She truly had it all.  She had her own life and privacy, a family, friends, a cat 
named Foley, and a mind blowing fuck whenever she wanted. 

Speaking of which, that was what she wanted right now, but he still hadn't 
called back to confirm he was on his way to service her needs. 

Pissed, Dana decided to take action.  She shed her clothes and flopped down 
onto her massive bed.  She touched and played with one nipple, sinking into 
the tingling feeling, allowing a sweet haze to engulf her. Her core, already hot 
and slick with just the thought of him maybe on his way to her, buzzed and 
ached with longing. She squeezed and contracted her vaginal muscles, 
tormenting her body further with its emptiness.

She didn't appreciate her old vibrator when masturbating anymore; he'd 
ruined it for her. She should really buy another, closer to his girth and see 
how things were then, but for the moment she made do with her hands. She 
ran one finger in a long stroke from anus to clit and instantly felt a rush of 
moisture; she loved it when a man rubbed his cock just outside her opening, 
teasing her unmercifully. She mimicked the action again letting out a moan. 
Her hand continued to tease the outer edges of her deep, blood enriched 
folds before leaving one finger to circle around the opening to her cunt. 

She was wet and slick, absolutely dripping. Sinking fingers as deep into 
herself as possible, she bucked up and down and rubbed and soothed her clit. 
The little bud was engorged with blood, standing out between the folds 
of her labia and she teased, stroked and flicked it unmercifully, imagining it 
was his tongue.

A rush of moisture hit her at the thought of his tongue, his lips. She was 
convinced a fine woman, to whom many others now owed their deepest 
gratitude, must have coached him and taught him till he perfected it as an art 
form. She had suffered through many an unskilled oral performance in her 
time.  Sure a few were memorable but there was a great difference between 
being able to strike a few notes and being a virtuoso. 

She was well practiced and it didn't take long. There was no point drawing it 
out, she only needed something to take the edge off her arousal for now. 
Nothing would satisfy her while there was still a chance he would--

*BRINNNNG* *BRINNNNG*

She eagerly snatched the phone from its cradle, a voice rumbled down the 
line, instantly sending bolts of electricity between her legs. 

"I didn't get your message until now.  Crisis over already, I assume."

"No, in desperate need of attention. How soon can you come?"

"Not now. Tomorrow night, when you've scheduled already."

"WHAT? No, now!"

"No, I can't." He was emphatic but she was more than a little ticked 
off, and far more than a little horny. 

"You're touching yourself now, aren't you?" he asked. 

"Yeah," she replied, a little breathlessly. "I need you." 

"You've got me, I'm here. Keep touching yourself. Take a hand and stroke 
your breast, twist your nipple."

She did as directed, taking just a moment away from pleasuring herself to put 
him on speaker. 

"Mmmm, yeah."

"You know, I'm getting so hard just thinking about you lying there on your 
bed naked, with a hand on your breast and the other in your pussy.  Keep 
playing with your tits and keep that other hand stroking your clit, Dana. 
That's right, dip those fingers deep inside yourself and rub your moisture all 
over your clit." 

"So good."

"Yeah, you're fucking excellent Dana. You know I love your cunt the most 
don't you? Out of everyone I've ever fucked you have the sweetest, the 
tightest and slickest cunt. And you always want it hard; you just want to be 
screwed like a whore don't you? Screwed hard, banged so hard that you can't 
walk, don't you? Don't you, Dana?"

"YES, yesyesyes, oh please." 

"I want you.  I'm sitting in my car with my pants undone jerking off.  Fuck, 
I'm hard, real hard. I want to ram into you and keep at it forever. You've got 
both hands between your legs now don't you?"

"Yeah, right there. Ohhhh."

"Yeah, that's it, baby. You're so slick; your thighs are smeared with your 
wetness, aren't they? Dip your fingers in, get them nice and slick. Now, fuck 
yourself with your hands, three, four fingers. That's my hard cock sliding in 
and out of your hot pussy. Christ, you feel good. Nobody feels like you do, 
baby. I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna explode. My cock's pounding into 
your tight little cunt so hard it almost hurts. Can you feel it? Can you feel my 
cock slamming into you?"

"God, yes! Oh shit!"

Her head thrashed on her pillow and her body writhed on the cool cotton 
sheets.  She could feel her orgasm building up and up, begging to be released. 

"Mmm yeah, you're so tight and my cock is bottoming out, hitting the tip of 
your cervix with every stroke.  I'm pounding into you hard, so hard. Jesus, 
Jesus fucking Christ, I'm gonna come. My cock is hitting that sweet spot 
inside you, is it good?"

"Fuck. Yes, yes!"

"Come for me Dana, come for me now.  Oh Jesus... oh FUCK!" 

With a hand buried between her legs and the other rubbing furiously at her 
clit she jerked and came hard.

"OHMIGOD. OH, OH OHCHRIST!"

Her heart's thudding slowed and her gasps turned to deep breaths as she 
came down from her high. "Thanks," she said sleepily after a long while. 
"Wait, don't hang up. Come over tonight."

"I have other commitments."

"Break them."

"I'm coming tomorrow night and so will you," he teased.

"Tonight."

"No."

"You just told me that my pussy was the best you've ever fucked and you 
expect me to wait over twenty-four hours?"  Dismayed she used her most 
commanding voice, the one that sent her smart-alecky Interns ducking for 
cover. "I want your cock inside me tonight. I need it. Now!"

He laughed.  She was surprised and then secretly thrilled.  It was something 
she'd never heard before. "No, I uhh..." 

"If you don't, you know I am just going to be laying here, touching myself 
and thinking about you all night." 

She smiled when an agonized groan came from the speaker phone. 

"It will be very late," he acquiesced.

"I'll be waiting."

She smiled and pushed disconnect. 

XXXXX

It was almost three when William finally knocked on the front door of her 
town house.  She'd locked it of course before falling asleep on her couch, 
wrapped only in a bathrobe. 

He greeted her with a short nod and followed her back into the living room. 
Stripping bare Dana sat down on the couch and grabbed two cushions. She 
tossed one to the floor and lifting her hips placed the other under her butt, 
raising her pelvis and opening her legs. 

He caught the drift but she signaled to him anyway, pointing one manicured 
finger at his head and then re-directing it to her sex. 

She wasn't wet when he began to finger her having just woken up when he 
arrived, but she was horny as a bitch in heat this week and it wasn't long 
before her juices were dripping down his fingers. He sucked her clit, fucked 
her with his tongue, penetrated with his fingers, drew circles around her 
rectum and lapped at her with long strokes from ass to clit till she came, 
howling like a banshee. 

She collapsed into sleep, so he stood up. He was still fully dressed and his 
cock was painfully tight in his jeans. There was no way he could leave 
without the whole world seeing the circus his penis was throwing in his pants.

She looked dead to the world and he thought about just jerking off 
immediately in her living room, or maybe a bathroom, but he only knew of 
the one upstairs. 

He mentally shrugged and pulled his dick out of his pants. He'd clean up 
before he left and he highly doubted she'd mind if he jerked off anywhere in 
her house.  

Dana opened one eye lazily. "Hey, that's mine," she said eyes fixed on his 
crotch where one hand pumped his cock.  He stopped and she frowned. "I 
want to see the whole show sometime but right now I still want to fuck."

"You're the boss." He began taking off his shoes to remove his jeans, when 
she suddenly revitalized and scrambled up from the couch. 

"Forget the pants, I don't care. I just want your cock inside me."  She led him 
into the dining room and laid down on the table her legs hanging over the 
edge. 

Letting his boxers and pants fall down around his ankles, she deftly unrolled a 
condom onto him and he slid into her heat, producing a moan from both of 
them.

He set up a steady rhythm and fell straight into the pure joy he got from 
screwing her. Sure a fuck was a fuck, he would know since that was his job, 
but a fuck with Dana Scully was special. 

"You know what I want?"

He figured she just wanted some dirty talk. Personally he liked to talk during 
sex as well, not senseless stupid ramblings but enough. 

"My big cock inside you?" 

"Well yes, always."  She smiled. "But I want something else too."

She usually just moaned, threw about some swear words, praised deities and 
occasionally did some dirty talking of her own. Why she wanted to have a 
conversation now and how she expected him to follow with her so hot and 
tight around him he had no idea. 

"What's that?" he asked with a grunt. 

"Tomorrow night, I want to try anal sex."

With just those words he blew his load.  He couldn't believe it, he usually had 
great staying power, but just the thought of how tight her ass would grip his 
cock rushed him to the finish line. He also knew he'd get an instant raging 
hard on hours later just thinking about her words. 

She was kind about his premature ejaculation, amused and flattered that he'd 
reacted in such a positive manner. He brought her to orgasm with his hands 
and, with an apology and promise to make it up to her the next night, he left, 
more than a little embarrassed. 

XXXXX

Part 2 by Princess Impossible

She recognized the fall of his footsteps as he jogged up the stairs to the door 
of her townhouse. She pulled the door open abruptly before he could tap the 
knocker.

"You're late. I've been waiting." Dana crossed her arms over her chest and 
took a moment to enjoy the view. Dressed in black jeans, leather jacket and a 
clingy white t-shirt, he was an incredibly sexy sight. 

She'd told him not to shave ahead of time and she shivered in anticipation of 
feeling that overnight growth against her inner thighs.

"I know," he said as he pushed past her.

"You know? Well you probably don't know that when people keep me 
waiting for over an hour without an explanation I usually get pretty ticked 
off."

Pretty impatient as well, she thought. She'd already chucked her bra and
panties and was now covered only by a small t-shirt and a short skirt.
It was too short for Dr. Scully to wear to work or out in public but very 
appropriate for Dana to wear around the house while she waited for her… 
what?  Gigolo?  Whore?  Lover?  

She was about to drop her stoic, pissed-off charade with a grin when his eyes 
darkened and flashed at her.

"I apologize for my tardiness," he said in a hard voice. "Though I'm sure 
you've managed to get yourself off at least once already tonight."

She was taken aback by his tone, shocked that he was so harsh with her.  
Despite the fact that he was pretty close to the truth, her anger flared.

"Where the hell do you get off talking to me like that? I'm not paying
you a wheelbarrow full of cash so you can treat me like your bad date."

"You're absolutely right; you're not paying me to talk to you, just to fuck you.  
Speaking of fucking, usually you've already pulled my cock out of my pants, 
got your legs spread wide open and are pleading like a whore for me to ram 
into you.  So can we forget the conversation already?"

Jesus Christ! What the hell was his problem? She was paying him good
money and all she was getting in return was his pissy attitude. He was
staring at her hard; possibly (probably) hoping that her shirt and
skirt would disappear into thin air so he could get to "work."  With
those dark, impatient eyes burning into her, she felt even more
moisture pooling between her legs and a pleasurable buzz washed over
her. Dana squeezed her thighs together.  Her cunt was already hot and
dripping from just thinking about him and playing with her nipples for
the previous half hour.  

"Fuck you. There's a whore here but it certainly isn't me.  Why don't you
start what I'm paying you to do?" 

She menacingly took a step towards him and reached down to grasp her
skirt.  Bunching it up over her hips, she revealed her trim, milky
white thighs and dark patch of red curls glistening with her juices.
With a dark look on his face, he sank down to his knees to eat her
out. She pushed his head back before his tongue reached its
destination.  

"No, you come here brooding and scowling, treating me with your bad
boyfriend attitude. You don't want to go down on me, you just wanna
use me, rut me. So fuck me up against the wall."

"It doesn't matter what I-"

"You're right, it doesn't. It's what I want now."

He stood up and she tugged at the buttons of his Levis, freeing his
cock. It leapt up to meet her hand, thick, purple and beautiful. She
squeezed it and, with her thumb, rubbed the drop of pre-cum emerging
from the tip around the head of the shaft.

With both hands she then yanked her t-shirt up over her head. Her
creamy, bare breasts bounced back down and she thrust her hips against
his rigid cock.

William growled as he pulled the condom out of his pocket and ripped
the foil off with his teeth. He lifted her up by her ass and she
wrapped her legs around his hips as he pushed her back up against the
wall. His mouth found her nipple and he was anything but gentle,
nipping, biting and tugging on her sensitive aureoles with his teeth.

One hand found its way down between her slick folds and two fingers
thrust up into her dripping core without preamble. He pumped his hand
while working on her clit with his thumb, twisting and curling on the
up-stroke, sending delicious sensation throughout her body.

Dana had begun unintelligible moans punctuated with words. "Sweet
jesussss ... uh oh fuck I'm gonna come.... Christ.... Oh FUCK, put
it... in, now! In me, your cock... now! OH GOD!"  

She came with a howl and he removed his hand from her core and clit
long enough to stroke up into her. The hard intrusion into her body
prolonged her climax. The rippling, hot, dripping walls of her cunt
gripped and released his cock, sending more intense orgasmic waves
from her clitoris.

She watched him bite his lip as he fought to keep from coming
immediately.  The strength of her vaginal contractions around his cock
seemed to be almost more than he could take.  When it appeared he'd
gained confidence in his ability to hold off for the time being, he
grabbed her by the hips and began to thrust in a hard, fast, steady
rhythm against the wall.

The pounding was creating quite a bit of noise and, in a brief moment
of clear-headedness, she supposed it was lucky that she didn't live in
a thin-walled apartment. Not that it really mattered much, she
supposed; she was positive her cries and moans could be heard two
blocks away.

She was in love with the pleasurable ache created by being screwed
hard. She loved the emotion, passion and frenzy it brought forth
between two people--even those who weren't in a relationship.
Tonight it was even more rough than usual, verging on brutal.  The
intensity wasn't something she felt she wanted regularly, but for now
she loved every second of it.

His cock continued to plow into her unrelentingly.  The force with
which he was fucking her made him feel about the size of a telephone
pole with the strength of a battering ram.  He slammed unmercifully up
her cunt and crashed into her cervix, splitting her apart as she came
again. This time it was with a high keening wail and uncontrollable
spasms around his cock.

With Dana's two orgasms, not to mention what she'd achieved solo
before he'd arrived, the iron grip her vagina usually had on him
had loosened and she was literally oozing lubricant onto both of them. 

His pace quickened and Dana could tell he was ready to explode.  It
seemed he was trying to keep what concentration he had left on angling
his strokes so his pubic bone would grind into her clitoris. His actions 
were sending electrifying jolts of pleasure/pain from her
hypersensitive clit throughout her body;  she writhed and shook with
each stroke like they were mini orgasms. Dana let loose a hoarse moan
from her throat as her cunt pulsed and contracted, climaxing one final
time before he finished. 

He pulled out and they sank to the floor, both gasping for breath. Some
minutes passed without a word, before she stood up on wobbly legs and
made her way to the staircase. William stood up as well, prepared to
follow her up to her bedroom, when she turned back around and stopped
him. 

"Thanks, I'll see you again soon. You know that the door locks when
you pull it closed."

"What?" his brow creased, confused. "You've got me all night. It's
only half-past nine."

She gave him a tight smile. "I know, but I'm tired and a little
tender. I don't think I'll be up to it again tonight."

"Christ, Dana. Shit, I never meant...."

She nodded her head, understanding. "I know; it's nothing anyway."

"You don't want me to stay? I can go down on you later. I didn't mean
to hurt-"

"No, I'm too sensitive. And I'm fine, just tired." She bid him goodnight and 
felt him watching her as she climbed the staircase gingerly and with care.

XXXXX

Dana knew she was going to be more than a little late for work as she
gathered her handbag and briefcase and walked to the front door. She'd
slept in again and it had taken her a few exercises and a couple of
laps around her bedroom to walk out the soreness she was feeling from
the previous night.

She had been a little disturbed by William's behavior; something had
been bothering him. Actually it was far more than that, she admitted.
He'd been quite angry and upset, like she had something to do with it.
She suspected that it was not her but rather his occupation that was
getting on his nerves.

She didn't blame him if he didn't like his job very much once in
awhile. It was not something that other people or even his family, if
he had any, would ever respect him for.  

In her profession as a doctor she received respect from not only her
colleagues, patients and family, but society at large. Though his job
was maybe the most physically enjoyable in the world, it could quite
easily be one of the hardest.

Determined not to be put any further behind schedule, she headed
towards the front door.  Making sure she was prepared to leave, she
looked down and noticed a folded white sheet of paper with dark
irregular lines printed on it laying on her door mat. It had
apparently been slipped under her door sometime during the night.
Curious, Dana stooped and retrieved it.

Unfolding the note revealed several lines of hastily written, messy
scrawl on one side. It read:

"Dana, I'm sorry about the way I acted and my attitude tonight. I
didn't treat you as you deserve to be and I allowed my own problems to
interfere with our time together. I'm sorry and I hope this won't
affect anything in the future. W."

She'd got to know intimately a sweet and sexy, as well as a brooding
and intense, William over the last six months and neither of them had
come to her door last night.  He'd been upset about something and
she hoped he had someone he could share his troubles with after-hours.
The likelihood of him having a wife or a girlfriend didn't appear that
great in her opinion, and not solely because of his occupation.

To say he was intense would be a gross understatement of the facts.
Though she knew very little about William, it was only necessary to
spend a moment alone with him to feel the passion and energy that
radiated from him.  It wasn't difficult for her to understand how such
intensity could wear almost anyone down if they weren't up to the
challenge.

She smiled and glanced back down to the paper. His hand writing was
cluttered and uneven, unable to contain the thoughts and emotions
flowing so rapidly through his mind. A sharp contrast, she thought, to
her own neat, precise writing; every idea was planned in full and then
conveyed clearly and thoroughly.

The paper was thick and rough. She flipped it over to see that it had
been written on the back of a printed drawing. It was a blank page
torn from a cheap coloring book and the cartoon was one of the most
recognized figures in the world - Ronald McDonald.

Dana examined William's writing once more, re-folded the note and
tucked it inside her purse. She was going to be late for work.

In private moments once or twice throughout the day, she took the note
out and studied the handwriting, wondered about the origin of the coloring 
book the page came from. Neither the picture nor the missive would give her 
any more clues about the life or thoughts of its author, nor release any secrets. 
Nevertheless, she persisted in looking over them both for a full week until he 
visited her again.

XXXXX

Part 3 by Princess Impossible

Sunday Morning.

Dana slipped inside St. John's and down the center aisle to the fifth
pew from the front. No matter what city, state or parish the Scully's
worshipped in on any particular Sunday, they were forever to be found
exactly five rows from the front.

She bent a quick nod to the large crucifix hanging above the altar and
sat down next to her mother. Maggie sent her a warm smile just as the
choir started to sing and they stood for the beginning of mass.

*********

The final blessing was given and people began to slowly file out of the 
church. Maggie was stopped several times, talking and exchanging 
pleasantries and introducing her daughter.

With each introduction her mother made Dana began to feel increasingly
guilty for not attending services more frequently. Every week Maggie
asked if she'd see her at mass on Sunday morning.  The answer was yes
regularly, but more for her mother's sake than her own beliefs or salvation.

Maggie attended confession twice a month before receiving communion,
but Dana had gone only once since she had begun seeing William over
half a year ago now. Seeing. Dana scoffed at her own euphemism. It
had been six months since she had begun to employ an escort to have sex
with her regularly. At the confession she had attended she felt
extremely uncomfortable talking to the priest--not that she had any
intention of confessing one particular sin. It would be wrong of her
in any case to confess to something without remorse while planning to
continue with the activity. She had nothing to confess yet and if she
ever felt true remorse she would ask forgiveness for seeking the
company of a prostitute.

No, she hated that term.  She knew William.  He wasn't the male
version of a common prostitute or hooker and especially not a whore. He
was neither, yet there was still a problem of reconciling those truths
with the fact she paid him for sex.

Goddamn it. She didn't know WHAT he was. To her mind he was simply a
gorgeous, kind and pleasant guy who was incredible in bed and beyond easy 
classification. He was intelligent too, not just a gifted lover.  Dana smiled, 
pleased at her deduction.

She allowed her mind to wander a little. William was incredible in the sack. 
That beautiful mouth of his on her drove her insane. She let the warm 
memory of Friday night wash over her. God, he promised he would make up 
for the incident the previous week and if she hadn't already forgiven him, he 
had earned it a hundred-fold two nights ago.  He'd not forgotten about her 
desire for anal play and introduced her to a brand new level of arousal.  He 
was magnificent, in body and skills.  She loved the hardness of his chest and 
the way his face had expressed the beautiful ecstasy he felt as she rode his 
cock.

When he came his eyes turned black and she remembered his face and a silent 
scream from his lips. Christ, his lips. She just wanted one kiss, just one chance 
to pull that plump lower lip into her mouth and suck; feel one instant of his 
tongue sliding over hers.  God knows she'd felt that tongue on every other 
square inch of her body.  She just wanted a quick taste. 

She'd tried to take that lower lip between hers a long time ago and he'd 
denied her, just as he had again on Friday night.

"Dana? Dana."

Her mother's voice pulled her back from her thoughts. "Sorry, what did
you say?"

"Oh nothing, my neighbor just said good-bye but you were a world away."

They walked down the steps of the church and the short walk to the café 
down the street, their usual Fall Sunday brunch destination.

"I know, I was just thinking. Sorry."  She smiled sheepishly.

"About what? Your date with Paul?"

Ugh. She didn't want to be reminded. The date itself would have been
simply nice, polite, and boring if not for the horrendous embarrassment
both parties suffered due to being set up by their respective mothers. Paul 
Beaumont was a 36 year old, divorced, BMW-driving accountant; son of Heather 
Beaumont, fellow member of St. John's rosary circle with Margaret Scully.  

Dana had been coerced into the set-up after a phone call from her persistent 
mother who'd played on her ever-present Catholic guilt for missing mass the 
previous weekend.

Paul had seemed to enjoy the evening and the Italian restaurant he'd chosen 
was good.  In all honesty Dana had a better time than she expected, but said 
good-night without any real wish of seeing him again. He'd been pleasant and 
friendly, but overall the evening had been dull.

The fact was that dull just didn't cut it anymore.

They were quickly seated and done ordering. An unusual silence fell between 
them. 

The inquiry about Paul left her a little perplexed; there was a sharp edge to 
her mother's voice under the conversational tone.

"I wasn't really thinking about anything specific," Dana lied.  She told herself 
it was a white lie, just to give her mother peace.  She could hardly tell her the
truth; that she had been reliving the best sex of her life, which she was currently 
experiencing with the wonderfully talented William.

"So, how did it go? Are you going to see him again?"

The slightly acerbic tone was back again and this time there was no
pretense to it.

"It went fine and I don't know," she replied cautiously. She wasn't about to 
tell her mother flat out that there would be no second date.  "What's the 
matter Mom?"

"Dana, I don't know why you can't just tell me these things."  Her expression 
had catapulted from carefully guarded to seriously annoyed in the space of a 
few seconds as she threw up her hands, exasperated. "Why do you have to be 
so private? I try to mind my own business but I don't see why I have to feel 
like I'm prying into my own daughter's life to glean some kind of information 
about what she's doing these days. I don't understand why you feel you can't 
share anything with me anymore." 

"What? There's nothing to tell. We had a nice time and we talked-"

Maggie turned to face her thirty-three year old daughter. "You know full well 
I'm not talking about Paul. I'm talking about the man I found in your house 
yesterday morning."

"What man?" Dana asked weakly. Her stomach dove down to her feet; she 
knew what was coming.

Maggie saw right through her evasion. "Tall, dark hair," she replied in a no 
nonsense voice.

Oh damn, she'd run into William, she thought.  Oh shit!  Had her mother 
guessed who or what he was? No!  She couldn't know.  He was just a guy in 
her bed.  After all, he didn't walk around with 'DANA SCULLY PAYS ME 
FOR SEX' tattooed on his forehead.

However if she'd seen him walking out of her bedroom that morning, 
rumpled and unshaven, there would be no fooling her mom that he hadn't had 
sex with her daughter the night before.

Dana felt her cheeks flush and embarrassment crawl up her spine. She
physically forced herself to sit up straight, look her mother in the eye and not 
squirm as she prayed for some form of escape.

"Dana," Maggie said with a determined, impatient glare. "Who was he?"

"Mom," she stalled.

"Honestly Dana," Margaret said as she stood up.  "Why don't I give you a 
few minutes to consider your answer?"  She stalked away from the table 
towards the restaurant restroom, back ram-rod straight, obviously upset with 
her daughter.

Dana tried to think of a way to sooth her Mother's ruffled feathers while 
explaining William's presence but Friday night's visit kept flashing thru her 
mind. 

XXXXX

The firm knocking startled Dana, causing her to jump a little at the 
unexpected sound. She looked up at the wall clock, surprised. If it was 
William he was over half an hour early. Not that she minded in the
slightest.

She clicked the television off and rose to answer the door. The cable
program had captured her attention and she made a mental note to try
to catch it again next week. She had sat down about thirty minutes ago
to pass the time while she waited and found rather interesting viewing
in the form of some soft porn. It put her in the mood and she had begun to 
pinch her nipples through the fabric, coaxing them into hard, pebbly points.

The front door swung open into the night to reveal William with a small 
duffel bag slung over his back and a rakish smile covering his beautiful face.

"Hey," he said simply while letting his eyes sweep down her form, taking 
in the slight flush of her cheeks and the outline of the sharp nubbins of her 
erect nipples.

"Hey yourself," she replied and stepped back for him to come inside.  "What's 
in the bag?"

"Oh, this?" he said, giving the strap on his shoulder a slight tug.  "Nothing 
much, just supplies."

She arched her eyebrow. "Supplies?  For what?"

"My motto--'be prepared'." With a quirk of his lips he slung the duffel from 
his shoulder and handed it to her.

Dana ran one hand down his chest, flicking the spot where she guessed
his nipple lay underneath the fabric and descending to grab a handful of his 
denim-clad ass. 

"William," she breathed, eyes lowering sultrily. "Is there any way your Boy 
Scout uniform might still fit?"

His head jerked up, his eyes torn from where they'd been admiring the scoop 
neck of her sweater and the tops of her creamy breasts.  She saw his surprised 
look and the beginning of a worried frown descend before her lips peeled 
back into a big smile.

"Scared you, didn't I?"  She laughed, giving his butt a swat. "Oh yeah, I had 
you."

A relieved grin broke out across his face.  "No way."

"Definite panic."

"No, not panic," he shook his head definitively. "There's been panic on more 
than one occasion before, trust me. That was just a little freaking out."

"Oh sure."

"No, you have no idea what I've been asked to do. The uniform is just a little 
kink that was unexpected. Sure you don't want me to wear it next time and 
sell you some cookies?" he teased.

"Oh yeah, that really makes me hot," she replied sarcastically.  "As if you 
were ever a boy scout anyway."

"How do you know?" he asked, genuinely intrigued.

"I just do."

William huffed and silently rolled his eyes.

Tugging on the drawstrings of the duffel he'd handed her she finally peered 
inside. Her eyebrow peaked and she retrieved an unopened tube from the 
bag.

"Lubricant?  I'm pretty sure there isn't a problem in that department."

Actually, she was positive lube was something they didn't need. Just the 
thought of his mouth on her or cock plowing into her at any time caused a 
gush of moisture, drenching her panties. Christ, after their foreplay was over 
and she saw his thick cock pulsing and bobbing, itching to be impaled in her 
cunt, her juices were literally coating the inside of her thighs.

"No, you're always ready, like a dream."  A faraway look passed over his face 
and then was suddenly gone again. "There's also a box of condoms and a thin 
dildo in there as well.  You mentioned you wanted to try some anal play. I 
wasn't sure how experienced you were so I want to do it properly and make 
sure you're completely comfortable. That is, unless you've changed your 
mind?"

"Uh, no … no."

William's brow creased. "Dana, you're completely in control here, you know 
that. We can do as much or as little as you like. We can just forget about it 
totally if you want."

"No!" She hurriedly answered again. He'd taken her distant reply as hesitancy 
when nothing could be further from the truth. After his mouth had formed 
the worlds "anal play" she'd been hit by a flash of powerful fantasies of his 
cock thrusting up between her butt cheeks, completely filling and stretching 
her tiny ass. Quivers and tingles radiated through her folds as she squeezed 
her thighs together, desperate for some friction.

"No, William, I really want to feel you in my ass," she said softly.  Her gaze 
was fixed on the seemingly ever present bulge in his jeans and she watched as 
his erection grew and strained under the denim at her words.

"Great. We'll do whatever you're comfortable with tonight and see how it 
goes."

She smiled and nodded, dropping the lube back into the duffel.  Something 
in a familiar brown and blue glossy wrapper caught her eye from the bottom 
of the bag. "I wonder whether there is something more enjoyable you can do 
with a Snickers than eat it," she teased.

"Further investigation would be necessary but not tonight," he said smiling 
wolfishly.  "That's my dinner. I'll need it later."

"You will. I've got big plans for you." She grabbed his hand and led him up
the staircase to her bed.

They stripped and he laid her, all flushed and rosy, down on the snow
colored sheets, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth. He was rough 
and gentle, swirling and nipping one breast in agonizing, delicious 
torture. All the while one hand captured the tip of her other nipple, 
clamping it between his thumb and the second knuckle of his index 
finger, sending sparks of desire down her spine on a direct route to
her wet folds. Her hands were glued to the sides of his head, mussing 
his hair, and she moaned as she held him to her.

The pressure of his grip on her clamped nipple increased till pleasure
bordered on pain and she began to squirm at the discomfort. Taking this as 
his cue, William released the nipple from his hand and let her other breast fall 
from his mouth. A wave of sensation blossomed in her core as feeling rushed 
back to her abused breast and she arched up off the bed.

"Ohhhhh god!" she moaned and her body fell back into the hard mattress
with a thud. She let out a laugh and felt his own smile against her skin as he 
ran his tongue along the under sides of her breasts and began to kiss his way 
further down her body.

Letting out a sigh, she began a low hum and closed her eyes as her body 
thrummed with the storm of desire he was creating.  His tongue had become 
fixated on her navel, worrying it with continual passes, delving into its 
shallow depths. Looking down she saw a pair of dilated, almost-black eyes 
fixed on her expression and the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smile as 
she watched. He was fucking her belly button with his tongue, she realized, 
and he wanted her to see it.

Not dropping his gaze, she lifted one leg and slowly brushed her calf along 
the rigid stiffness of his cock. He grunted and moaned in reply, closing his 
eyes and then dropping his head to continue on his path down her body.

William kissed the skin of her inner thighs, his day growth of beard prickling 
her goose-fleshed skin and sending tingles to her core.  Moaning, she 
squeezed her thighs together trying to lock his head into position, over her 
cunt. His nose bumped into her and she tried to increase the friction, grinding 
her hips into him. With a muffled laugh at her eagerness, he unhooked her 
ankles from behind his back and wrenched her thighs apart.

"Noooo!" she softly cried, propping herself up on her elbows for a better view 
and an explanation.

"Not yet you don't!"  He chuckled, his eyes overflowing with mirth.

"I call the shots," she said with a glower.

"You do, but I know what I'm doing and all this talking is holding things up." 
He grinned.

With a petulant look she flopped back down onto the bed.

He continued kissing her thighs and ran his tongue around the outer lips of 
her folds, careful not to make too much contact. He inhaled her warm, thick 
scent and when he breathed out over her, he sent inadvertent shudders up her 
body. It would be so easy, he thought, so delicious just to move a little and 
take a sweet lick and drink from her warm, dripping sex.

But it wasn't time quite yet. He sighed and brought his mouth away from her, 
instead slipping one hand in between her legs, giving her the contact she 
craved before she had a chance to protest the loss of his mouth.

He slid two fingers inside her, setting up a steady rhythm while continuing to 
alternatively bite, suck and kiss her thighs. William looked up and watched as 
instinct took over her body. She was almost continually moaning now as he 
lifted his mouth from her skin and circled her clitoris with his thumb as his 
fingers pumped into her.

Her chest heaved and head tossed from side to side as he began to circle one 
finger from his other hand around her rectum. She released a loud cry as he 
eased most of his index finger into her tiny hole and her hips began to buck 
wildly at the dual penetration. She was so close but he refused to speed up 
the slow curl of his fingers into her cunt as she moaned without inhibition.

Finally his thumb left her clit and he slipped four fingers into her, accelerating 
his thrusts. With his other hand he continued the slow penetration of her ass 
with one digit and despite the violent thrashing of her hips he was able to slip 
her large, ruby red, engorged clitoris between his lips.

She came, her world shattering into a thousand pieces. "Fuck! OHMIGOD,
Oh Christ! WILLIAM!"

He looked up at her suddenly, enjoying the spectacle of her in the throes of 
orgasm. He let her clit fall from his mouth and removed his hand from her 
ass, but continued to pump his other hand with each wave of pleasure.

She had yelled out *his* name and no matter which way he examined it, it 
didn't sit comfortably with him.  He was used to women yelling out names, 
that happened frequently. Love unrequited or unacknowledged was often the 
source of his clients' needs and he was far more comfortable being a 
substitute for a man in their lives than actually being the man himself. An 
unsettling feeling washed over him.  Things always got messy when he wasn't 
filling in for someone else.

He removed his hand and crawled back up the bed to lay beside her.  With a 
lazy smile upon her face, she watched him through half closed eyes.

She blew a stray piece of copper hair from her face with a puff, only to have 
it fall back across her nose. Silently, he reached out and tucked it behind 
her ear.

"I knew all this was a bad idea from the beginning, I just never imagined I 
would regret you for the reason I do." She sighed, her rich voice flowing in a 
luxuriously, relaxed pace over the syllables.

"What's that?" he asked quickly, a little afraid of her response.

"You've ruined me for real men. Any sex after you will be a disappointment," 
she huffed, cracking a grin.

He looked across the bed at her. "Should I apologize? Wait, you should 
apologize to me.  What's this 'real men' thing? Is it because I take care of you 
first instead of taking care of myself and falling asleep straight after?"

"No, that’s not it; although that description is frighteningly close to some of 
my less memorable encounters."

"Then you've been doing it with the wrong guys." 

Dana reached out and began making patterns, tracing an invisible path 
through the wiry hair across his bare chest. "What I mean is when you're here, 
it's a dream or a fantasy, and it's not real life. Sex isn't supposed to be this 
good in real life and therefore you can't actually exist and aren't a real man. 
Make sense?"

"Oh yeah, perfect sense. You know, not being real isn't as frightening a 
prospect for me as I think it should be. It means I'm not a complete fuck-up 
and that I haven't wasted thirty-four years of my life. What a relief." 

Her hand had run a path down his chest and over his stomach, finally 
grasping the root of his thick and pulsing penis. He hissed at the contact, his 
hips bucking involuntarily. With her other hand she pushed at his shoulder, 
flattening him down on his back. Reaching across the nightstand she 
retrieved a condom, tore open the foil, and slid it onto him while he bucked 
up into her hand. She let go of his cock long enough to position herself over 
him and let the head slip inside her.

"I wouldn't call it a waste," she moaned as she sank down around him.

She began to move up and down, rocking back and forth above him.
With each thrust he arched up to meet her and on the down-stroke she
tilted her hips to grind her clitoris into his pelvic bone.

He watched as his cock, glistening with her juices, disappeared again and 
again behind red curls into her intense heat. Over a week ago, he'd told her 
that her cunt was the best he'd ever had the privilege to fuck. He'd been in 
the process of trying to get her off via phone sex after she'd called him all hot 
and horny wanting him to come to her home immediately, unscheduled.

Jerking himself off at the same time he hadn't quite known what he'd been 
saying, but he had admitted to himself later that it was probably true, and 
latest evidence confirmed it. She was tight, not virgin tight, but tight every 
time they fucked even if it had only been a few days or a few hours since the 
last time he slid into her dripping warm depths.

"Oh fuck, god you're fantastic." William had to fight not to put his hands on 
her hips and control the rhythm. He wanted to pound into her hot and 
dripping cunt faster and faster till he came in a burning, white, sticky mess 
inside the rubber. But he managed to hold back, admiring the beautiful sight 
of a gorgeous and naked woman riding him unashamedly, eyes closed and 
head thrown back in abandon, while one hand pinched and massaged her tits.

She rode him steadily, happily approaching orgasm as he desperately wished 
for greater friction. He slipped his fingers under her and began stroking her 
clitoris. Edging closer towards the precipice she sped up, grinding herself into 
him and it wasn't long before she came with a shout and collapsed on his 
chest. She stayed that way for a minute or two as her breathing began to slow 
and William had a sudden choking fear that she had fallen asleep, somehow 
oblivious to his still rock hard cock impaled inside her.

To his relief she suddenly recovered, rising up off him, letting him slide out 
of her to a displeased groan. She flopped down on the bed beside him and 
rose up on her hands and knees, ass in the air.

It took him only a moment to respond and he was leaning over her back, 
sliding back into her delicious heat. He began to pound into her, feeling his 
cock push further into her than had been possible with her on top.  With each 
slam of his dick against her cervix both moaned simultaneously. The slap of 
his balls against her ass, the squeak of the bed springs and the squelch of her 
juices when he withdrew almost completely before ramming home again were 
the only other sounds that filled the room.

It was not that William loved sex or loved women obsessively which led him 
to his current occupation. Although he did on both counts, those reasons 
weren't the primary ones for his present lot in life. He'd been taught sex 
without feeling, without emotion, years before and the lesson had become 
useful to pay the bills. To him the acts most people considered the most 
intimate that can occur between two people were impersonal in the extreme. 
It was just fucking and it was just his job.  He'd never struggled to 
differentiate between the touch of a client and the touch of a lover. 

He enjoyed the sex for the most part.  Sure there was the odd, unpleasant 
assignment but he always took pleasure in visiting Dana; a little too much 
sometimes, he thought.

William began to increase his thrusts, balls beginning to tighten with the 
promise of release.

"Harder, please," she panted, between moans and lustful cries.

"Oh God," he grunted in response, her request sending electric sensations 
straight to his dick. Constantly amazed at her, he began to pound into her 
harder, almost withdrawing completely before ramming home again. She was 
so hot, he was fucking her with force and she just wanted more. He wrapped 
one arm about her middle firmly and moved his other hand around to her 
mound.

With just his first touch she screamed, loud and unintelligible, and convulsed 
around him. Fighting not to come he continued to plow into her and circled 
her clit, drawing out another shriek and climax that quickly followed the first. 
Satisfied he grabbed her hips and let go of his restraint, his thrusts becoming 
wild and irregular, until he came with a bellow and collapsed, barely missing 
crushing her with his weight.

He rolled onto his side and removed the rubber, managing to tie it off and 
rise to stagger towards the bathroom. After disposing of it he staggered back 
on wobbly, newborn Bambi legs and lay down on her soft bed. Dana was 
curled up snoring lightly and his eyes closed only for a second.

XXXXX

"William?" She shook his shoulder gently.

Consciousness shifted and he felt himself falling out of sleep, slowly waking. 
It had been one hell of an orgasm. He'd gone out like a light; a rarity for him 
indeed.

She shook him again, persistent. "William? Come on, wake up or I won't wait 
for you."

'Was she kidding?' he thought. He'd come like a fire hydrant what felt like 
seconds ago and she'd climaxed at least three times herself and she wanted 
him again already? The woman was insatiable. Great for business but he 
wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't the death of him yet.  He was sure his 
heart had stopped that last time and one day it was going to give out if she 
kept it up.

"Too bad, guess you won't get any," she said from somewhere to his right.

I just got some, he thought contentedly, still unable to open his eyes.

He heard a curious crinkling and after a beat, "Oh yeah, mmmmm...,"
she moaned. "So good, ahhh."

Jesus Christ! His cock jumped a little and he flung open his eyes, propping 
himself up with his elbows. There was no way on God's green earth that he 
was going to miss a woman getting herself off, especially not one two feet 
away and he had front row seats. He would gladly cut off his left arm to see 
a woman as beautiful as Dana Scully touch herself.

"Oh yessss...," she hissed, and took another large chunk of his Snickers bar 
between her teeth, the caramel stretching out between the bar and her lips. 
Totally naked with her eyes closed and a euphoric expression, she appeared to 
be having an almost religious experience.

"Hey!" he shouted, indignantly. "That's mine!"

Dana's eyes popped open. "What?" she mumbled with a mouthful of 
chocolate. "You didn't want any; mine now," she said with a laugh and
swooped down for another bite.

"Gimme that!"  He lunged for the candy bar, managing to wrestle it out
of her grasp to her howl of protest, and ripped a huge hunk of it off with his 
teeth.

She dove on top of him, fighting to reach the last piece which he held up high 
in one hand just out of her reach while he chewed vigorously, swallowing the 
sticky chocolate.

She switched tactics from trying to pry his fingers open and instead got up on 
her knees and attempted to bite the candy.  At the last moment William 
reached up with his other arm and switched the chocolate between his hands, 
bringing the last part of the Snickers back down and shoved it into his mouth.

"Nooo!" she protested, a devastated look sweeping across her features.

Dana flopped back down on his chest straddling him with her legs and he 
laughed around a mouthful of chocolate. She pouted, only providing further 
fodder for his amusement and she lightly hit him on the chest.

Chocolate smeared across his beautiful wide smile, she couldn't resist. She 
bent her head and tasted the delectable dark flavor of the candy and his 
delicious, soft lips. His smile faded as did his laughter but she continued to 
lick the chocolate from his unresponsive mouth.

Abruptly, his hands closed around her shoulders and he pushed her back, 
with a jolt. Murky green connected with clear blue and fixed, unable to look 
away. Neither spoke as she tasted him and the chocolate on her lips, and she 
watched as he unthinkingly mimicked her, licking his own lips.

Uncertainty gripped her and for a moment she became convinced he would 
kiss her; then his eyes shifted and he looked away.

A long, silent minute passed. Money and satisfaction were what they were 
about, and nothing else.  No amount of pretending would change that.  Most 
of the time neither wished for it to be any different. 

"I like you naughty, but don't be bad," he teased, easing the heavy silence.

"But how can I be naughty without being bad?" she asked playing along with 
the joke in sultry take-off of a sex kitten, batting her eyelashes for full effect.

He chuckled at her imitation and she pushed the conversation along, trying to 
forget that she had tried to kiss him and he had denied her.  Again. 

"I have a date tomorrow night," Dana said it with a smile, faking far more 
enthusiasm for the event than she actually felt.

"Oh yeah?" he said, relieved. He wasn't her lover and talking about the men 
in her life reinforced that position.

"We go to the same health club." It was an outrageous lie but she had no 
desire to tell him the truth. She didn't need him thinking that not only did she 
need to pay for a lay but had to have her mother set her up on dates as well.

She was a terrible liar, but he bought it; or appeared to. "What's his name? Do 
you like him?"

"His name's Paul. I do like him. If I didn't I wouldn't be going to dinner with 
him. Unlike other members of the species, I care about things besides whether 
or not they have a big dick or in your case big tits and are sure to put out."

He grinned. "I don't know anyone like that."

She cocked her eyebrow.  "Uh huh. Now you see the problem I was talking 
about earlier. If things turn out great with Paul and we end up in a serious 
relationship, sure I'll have all the emotional stuff but mediocre sex."

"If you're lucky."

She rolled her eyes.  "Right. So maybe we could try you, me and Paul, I was 
thinking."

"You and me, Paul can watch."

"Oh, you think he'd go for seeing another guy screw his girlfriend?"

"Another guy giving his girlfriend the best lay of her life, yes. He might learn 
something."

"Or you could just take him aside and give him some coaching."

"Nah, at a point it's natural ability. Some guys have got 'it,' and some couldn't 
find 'it' with a map, a compass and a flashlight."  He cracked a grin.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were full of it. Since I do know better, 
how about you shut up and put that 'natural ability' to work huh?"  She
leaned over his head and dangled a breast in front of his mouth which he 
greedily accepted.

He was hard again. Having a completely naked woman straddling your chest 
for the better part of ten minutes seemed to bring on the condition fast. Now, 
as he sucked at one of her tits, she ground her sex onto his chest in a 
shimmying circular pattern, smearing her juices all over him. It only advanced 
the problem.

Her breast popped free from the suction of his mouth as she moved away and 
flopped down on her back with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. She 
grabbed a pillow and slid it under her hips.

"You owe me from before," she daringly reminded him with a raised brow.

He chuckled at her brazen command as he slid to the edge and knelt down
on the floor between her legs. He picked up the dildo, lube and two of the 
condoms from where she'd placed them on the night stand and moved them 
all to the bed within easy reach. Finally, he sank his face in the cleft between 
her legs. She tilted her hips towards him and he inhaled, breathing in her 
musk, sending sparks and blood rushing down to his already hard dick.

He began by licking the soft, swollen folds on a slow journey to her clitoris, 
covering every square millimeter of her sex.

Swearing and hissing with each pass or flick of his tongue and bump of his 
nose, her fingers flexed and gripped the bed sheets. William swirled his 
tongue into her mimicking their earlier coupling and tasting the tangy nectar 
that flowed from her, coating his lips and cheeks.

He'd gone down on her countless times but if anything he improved with 
greater practice. The first time and every time since she'd first felt his 
talented, knowledgeable lips and tongue lap at her soft folds and slide into 
her cunt, she'd felt like she'd died and gone to heaven. It was simply bliss, the 
pleasurable ache and desperate need he created. His mouth on her drove her 
wild with lust till she moaned and cried, while uncontrollable spasms ripped 
through her as she begged him not to stop.

Face buried between her splayed legs, he felt around the bedspread for the 
tube of lubricant. Twisting the cap open he smeared some on his fingers and 
then began to circle the outside of her puckered anus.

She cried and bucked her hips as he continued to stroke and suckle her with 
his tongue and tease her rectum. He slipped one finger inside her tight 
passage to his second knuckle slowly working at the ring of muscle unused to 
the penetration. He slid a second finger into her and with a gasp she held 
back a cry.

He immediately lifted his head from her cunt. "Are you okay? Tell me
if you want me to stop."

"God, oh my, Jesus...."

She felt a quick burn as his second finger stretched her ass but it was 
engulfed by the exquisite sensations flowing through every nerve-ending in 
her body. Coupled with his tongue teasing her flesh, a deep pleasure had 
washed over her, heightening her senses, pushing her fast towards release. 

"Dana! Do you want me to stop?"

"What? No, more, it's good. Keep going."

His mouth returned to her sex with renewed vigor and his two and then
three fingers rocked, twisted and thrust inside her ass. 

Head thrashing, hips bucking into his face, an orgasm ripped through her. It 
wasn't so much stronger than normal but waves originated from both her 
clitoris and her anus at the same time.

He removed his fingers as she slumped boneless against the mattress trying to 
catch her breath. His cock aching, desperate for friction he wrapped one hand 
around the base, pumping, arching up into his hand. 

Knowing he was close he let go of his dick and picked up the small sized 
dildo. Slicking a rubber down over it he slid it inside her vagina. She moaned 
and arched up. 

He continued to slide it in and out slowly as she spoke. "That was lovely," she 
breathed. "I want you inside my ass William."

"Next time, I promise. You'll hurt tomorrow as it is. Do you want me to keep 
going now? Or I can fuck your ass with _this_ if you like."  He punctuated 
_this_ with a hard slam of the dildo into her.

"Jesus!"

She was weary, having lost count of the number of times she had come in the 
last few hours but still wanted to feel him fill her cunt. 

"No, I want you inside me, fucking me slowly."

She rolled into the center of the bed and it was only a second after he slid on 
a condom that he sheathed himself into her. He almost lazily fingered her clit 
and thrust into her in an agonizing, slowly-unhurried fashion for so long that 
despite the immense pleasure she was feeling she wanted him to speed up if 
she was ever going to come again.  Caught up in frustration, the powerful and 
shattering orgasm that crashed over her was a complete surprise. 

With her orgasm he sped up, finally losing his restraint and allowing himself 
to explode within her. He pulled out and managed to dispose of the condom 
before he sank down into the blessedly soft mattress beside her. He willed his 
muscles to cooperate so that he could stand and dress and call a cab to go 
home. They were unresponsive to his wishes so he decided to lay quietly just 
until he caught his breath.  Then he would open his eyes, stand... get 
dressed... pick up the phone... call a... a cab and go h....

He slept.

XXXXX

"Dana," Maggie said with a determined, impatient glare as she slid back into 
her seat. "Who was he?"

"Why were you at my house yesterday?"  She felt like thumping her head on 
the table. 'Way to go Dana; take the offensive, Mom always responds well to 
that,' she thought.

Maggie masked the hurt she felt with a hard voice. "I collected those books I 
lent you so I could return them to the library, Dana. That's why I was at your 
house."

"I'm sorry Mom; I didn't mean it like that. You just surprised me."

"Surprised? You mean like the way I was surprised; scared half to death 
when I saw him asleep in your bed? I screamed! I thought he was some 
perverted burglar!"

"Mom," she sighed. The thought of William as a "perverted burglar" was
more interesting than it was amusing. There weren't too many women Dana 
imagined who would soundly object to suddenly having a man as beautiful as 
William appear in their beds. Or call the cops to have him arrested.

Dana took a quick look up and down the street. Most Catholics eager to get 
away from mass left right after the final blessing, if they'd not slipped away 
after communion. Consequently, except for a few stragglers, there was 
thankfully no one from their church close enough to hear their conversation.

"Look Dana, if you want to be so secretive about everything in your life, fine. 
I just hope you'll remember to inform me of the birth of a grandchild, should 
there be any in the future. I don't hold any hope of being told about your 
wedding, and I'm fully aware that wanting to know the name of the man 
who's seeing my daughter makes me the worst kind of busybody."

"Mom, don't be ridiculous. I'm sorry, okay?" She sighed, rubbing her 
forehead. "You just caught me off guard. His name is William."

Her mother's look demanded more. 

"I've known him for around six months but we haven't been seeing each
other that long."

She assuaged herself with the fact that it wasn't a complete lie. It had been 
six months since their first appointment. 

"Uh huh." Maggie's jaw was set. "What does he do?"

Her mind reeled. "Uh... he's an English teacher," she spat out quickly.  Her 
Mother's look hardened and she knew she'd been a second too late in 
responding. 

"Is that so? How is it that he had no idea you were a doctor?  He asked 
where you were and I said at Georgetown Memorial and he was concerned 
that something had happened to you. He didn't know you worked there. He 
didn't know you're a doctor."

Dana covered her face with her hands and let her shoulders slump. She knew 
all too well her mother was like a bulldog with a bone when she caught hold 
of something. There would be no relenting until she had the truth; or what she 
believed to be the truth.

Dana knew she couldn't ever learn the actual truth; a version of it would be
enough.

"Mom, I..." She shrugged her shoulders. "If you knew he and I weren't really 
seeing each other why did you pretend not to know?  Just to embarrass me?"

"No Dana, of course I didn't want to embarrass you. You're right. I shouldn't 
have nagged at you about him, but I'm just so mad at you for hiding 
everything about your life from me.  

"You obviously know him, or at least trust him enough to leave him in your 
house by himself. I don't have to know everything but I remember not that 
many years ago when you used to share things with me.  Well, not about the 
men that you've had flings with, you can save that for Melissa, but who 
you're going out on dates with." She grinned as her daughter blushed a 
furious red. "You haven't been telling me anything for such a long time I've 
lost my patience.  I'm sorry Dana, I guess it's just been building up."

She nodded, understanding.  "He's not... I mean, he and I aren't a one night 
thing Mom. I like him."

"A lot?"

"Very much."  It was true, she knew it.

"He's much more handsome than Paul." If Dana didn't know her mother as 
well as she did, she'd swear Margaret was sending her a saucy grin.

"Yes." She smiled, still beet red with humiliation.

Maggie's expression turned serious again. "Dana, look. I don't want to bring it 
up but when he woke up and realized it was almost nine he said that he was 
going to be late."

Dana frowned, unable to see the connection. 

"He said that 'Sasha' was going to kill him. I accept that this really is none of 
my business now, but Dana, please be careful."

Damn. Now her Mom was worried that her daughter was an adulterer, intent 
on breaking up happy marriages. The thought made her sick. She wondered if 
it would have been better to just be honest and tell her that she was paying 
William for sex than to let her own mother think not only that she slept 
around but with other women's husbands. 

Then again, maybe not.

"Mom, William isn't married."  She assumed that was true. Well, she was 
pretty sure that was the truth.  After all, what sane woman would allow him 
anywhere near other women if they were married, let alone allowing him to 
make a living sleeping with them?

"Okay. Look. I won't say anything more. Just tell him that your mother 
doesn't usually scream bloody murder when she meets her daughter's 
boyfriends.  And could you please try to let me know some little bits of 
information about your life in the future? I'll mind my own business but don't 
forget, I'm always happy to lend an ear." 

"I know Mom."

"Good. Let's get some more coffee." 

XXXXX

Part 4 by P.I.'s Stalker

Dana Scully was pissed.  It seemed everything was screwed up in her life.  
Her mother was treating her coolly again.  Even though they'd made up after 
the argument over William and Dana's lack of communication about her love 
life, their relationship was still strained.  Needless to say, her mother's snit 
was picked up by both her brothers and her sister, and she'd gotten the cold 
shoulder from the entire family at Thanksgiving.  The old saying was 
obviously true:  If Momma ain't happy, ain't no one happy.

It was times like these that made Dana miss her father more than ever.  He 
was the only one who could jolly her mother out of her sour moods and put a 
smile back on her face.

Things had gone from bad to terrible.  It was almost Christmas and she was 
facing another family holiday during the week before her period.  This time 
she was going to have to endure her horniness without William's special brand 
of relief.  He hadn't responded to her 911 messages for the last few days.  
Worst of all, she'd just been called to fill in for a sick colleague at work.  She 
normally didn't mind helping out a friend, but it was damn hard changing 
gears from horny Dana to Doctor Scully on her day off.

She quickly called William's number and left him a message to forget her 
earlier emergency call and confirmed their regular appointment the following 
week.  She changed clothes and raced to the hospital.

Ten hours later, she was too exhausted to be horny.  She was headed towards 
the lounge to shower and change after her shift when she heard wails and 
sobs coming from the cubicle nearest the exit.  She couldn't help herself.  
Relieving the pain and suffering of others was the main reason she'd become 
a doctor.  She moved closer to the closed curtain just as Dr. Jay Benson came 
out.  

"Is there anything I can do to help, Jay?" she offered.

"Thanks, Dana, but I'm afraid it's too late for anyone but the Rabbi."

"Hard case?" she asked.

"It's always tragic when a child dies; even one who's been as sick as this little 
gal.  They've been here before and knew this was coming, but it's hitting them 
hard, particularly the uncle."  Jay Benson patted her on the shoulder.  "Thanks 
for offering."  He continued towards the nurses' station with the child's chart.
 
Dana turned towards the exit again.  She glanced through the large crack in 
the curtain as she passed by and was brought up short.

There, holding the body of a small girl, tears flowing silently down his 
face, sat William.  Beside him an old woman sobbed and wailed loudly, as 
she rocked back and forth tearing at a handkerchief.

Dana's shock pushed her into the cubicle.  William's look of surprise stopped 
her short.

"Excuse me, I'm Dr. Dana Scully.  I, uh, heard you and wondered if there 
was anything I could do to help."

William and the woman stared at her silently and Dana began to feel more 
than a little uncomfortable.  

Taking a step backwards, she asked, "Is there anyone I can call for you?"

"Uh, thank you, Dr. Scully, Rabbi Stein should be here any moment," the 
elderly woman said as she tried to dry her tears.  "We've known this was going 
to happen since Katya was diagnosed as a baby, but knowing my grandniece 
would eventually die and experiencing it are totally different things."  She 
broke down again, heartbreaking sobs echoing through the air.

Dana nodded and stepped forward to hug and pat the woman as she cried.  
Accepting death would never be easy for Dana Scully, M.D.; especially the 
death of a child.  She always felt a deep sense of compassion for the family 
members left behind.

The curtain was pushed back the rest of the way and two orderlies came in to 
transport the child's body away from the emergency room.  Surprised, they 
backed out to wait for the family to leave.

William kissed the little girl's forehead, eyes and nose before he laid her back 
down on the bed.  He led the older woman out of the area and motioned for 
the orderlies to proceed. They gently covered the child and pushed the bed 
towards the elevators.

Dana followed them out into the hall and offered once again.  "If there's 
anything I can do to help..."

The woman wiped her eyes and tried to smile as she said, "Thank you, 
my dear."  She turned towards William and continued, "I'm going to go down 
and wait with Katya until Rabbi Stein and the mortician gets here."

"No, Sasha, I'll stay.  You go on home and get some rest.  Katya's -- this 
illness has taken too much out of you already."  William's voice was soft, but 
firm.  He hugged her and placed a set of keys in her hand.  "I'll get a ride 
from Rabbi Stein."

"Are you sure, dear?" she asked, obviously willing to be persuaded to leave.

"Yes, [Auntie,] I'm sure," he urged.

Dana stood back while this scene played out, unwilling to leave until more of 
her questions were answered.

When the older woman was gone, William wilted.  It was obvious to Dana 
that he'd put on a brave, strong front to get the child's great-aunt to leave.

"Would you like to go get some coffee in the cafeteria while you wait for the 
Rabbi?" Dana asked.  "The morgue loading dock is on the same level and I 
could get one of the attendants to call when the hearse arrives."

William scrubbed his face with both hands, wiping his tears.  His ragged sigh 
tore at her heart. Dana could tell he was both touched by her offer of 
assistance and aggravated that his private life was exposed to one of his 
clients.  Being a professional herself, she knew how difficult it was to keep 
her lives separate.

"I should stay with my niece," he finally answered.

"I know you don't want to leave her, but hospital policy doesn't allow 
relatives in the morgue until the mortician's there," she said kindly.  "Come 
on, you look like you could use a strong cup of coffee.  Believe me that's all 
they serve down there."  She smiled in encouragement.

"It's probably best if I just go down by myself."  Gesturing between them he 
elaborated, "I'm more than a little uncomfortable with all this."  

"Please, don't be.  I'm here as a doctor; nothing else.  Let me help you through 
the wait.  You won't be the first or the last family member I've stayed with."

He stared at her for a long moment, obviously contemplating her offer before 
saying, "Uh, sure. Sure; why not?"  William sighed.  "I'm sorry.  I don't 
mean to be rude.  I'm just..."

"You're just emotionally raw, in pain, and will be for a long time," Dana said.

"Thanks for understanding," he said quietly.  "Katya was all Sasha and I had 
left of Sam and Peter."  As her expression of curiosity increased he continued, 
"Samantha was my only sibling and her husband Peter was Sasha's nephew."  
He gestured towards the hall, obviously embarrassed by his rambling 
explanation.  "After you."

Dana nodded then led him to the front of the E.R. She left a message with 
the clerk to be on the lookout for Rabbi Stein and to send him to the cafeteria 
if he came through that entrance. 

She consciously pushed her raging curiosity down, forcing it to take a back 
seat to her professional desire to soothe this man's pain. 

XXXXX

EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER

Dana Scully was once again horny but she no longer had an on-call outlet.  
William had disappeared after their eventful meeting at the hospital.  

She'd called the service after he missed his regularly scheduled appointment 
two times and received profuse apologies and the offer of a free replacement 
"date."

She accepted and scheduled with Thomas, then Dick and finally Tony.  None 
of them satisfied her as William had.  They were well versed in their trade, 
but none of the replacements could drive her crazy with lust.  None of them 
enjoyed fucking her as William had.  None of them were hung like William.  
None of them were... William.

What had once been a pleasurable experience, almost an obsession, was 
quickly becoming... passe, almost distasteful.

Oh, she still craved a good hard fuck with a huge dick, but paying for the 
service of a man who didn't satisfy her like William obviously wasn't the 
answer.  Neither was the one man she'd actually dated long enough to allow 
into her bed.

Finally disgusted, she'd taken a two week vacation in the middle of winter.  
The tropical island she'd chosen didn't even have a name, just an elite resort 
hotel that provided the privacy and luxury she wanted while she 
contemplated her life.

Upon her return she'd had several cases come through the E.R. that involved 
children—-babies actually.  She found herself thinking about them constantly, 
infatuated by how sweet they smelled, how their smiles lit up the entire room.  
To her surprise, their distress brought out every mothering instinct she'd 
avoided and scoffed at in others her entire life.  

She began contemplating how the men she came in contact with daily 
would do as potential sperm donors but quickly came to the conclusion she 
should skip the marriage scene and go straight to motherhood.  She realized 
that William was still the model she chose to measure other men against, and 
most failed miserably.  She was positive she'd never find another man who 
intrigued her as he did, let alone measured up to him in bed.  She gave up 
looking for one and, once again defying convention, began researching other 
methods of fertilization.

Sheer boredom and the pursuit of the perfect Y chromosome led her to 
accepting a blind date with the friend of a friend from work.  He was an ex-
FBI agent, a psychologist who'd left the Bureau years ago.  He'd recently 
returned to the area and opened his own practice specializing in helping child 
victims of mental and physical abuse.  Samuel Mulder sounded like a freaking 
saint when he'd been described to her.  A handsome saint at that, her friend 
had assured her when she'd finally agreed to the date.

Dana was meeting him at the restaurant.  She didn't care how horny she was, 
there was no way she was going to let her hormones trap her into letting this 
guy drive her home.  What if she hated him on sight?

When she walked into the bar at Gino's Restaurant she didn't see anyone that 
could be her date.  Not one of the single men were as handsome as she'd been 
assured her date would be; nor did any of them have a halo.

She decided to have a drink and wait a few minutes before she went home.  
She ordered a vodka martini, extra olives, and settled back to wait.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing out alone?" someone whispered in 
her ear.

Dana rolled her eyes, not relishing the task of discouraging the lounge lizard 
who'd targeted her.  "I'm waiting for 'Mr. Right', not 'Mr. Right Now' so beat 
it," she said as she turned to glare at the man behind her.  Her eyes widened 
and her breathing sped up.

"I thought you'd be glad to see me, Dana.  It's been a while."

"William!  You're back."  Her welcoming smile turned into a moue of 
aggravation.  

"I'm no longer William, Dana.  Please call me by my real name, Samuel 
Mulder."

"You?  You're my date?"

"That would be me."

She grabbed her purse and threw down a ten for the drink.  "I'm not sure I'm 
interested in anything you have to say Mr. Mulder, or William or Samuel or 
whoever the hell you are."

"Please, Dana.  I feel I owe you an explanation.  Let's have dinner and talk."  
He stroked her bare arm from shoulder to wrist.

Dana's aggravation disappeared as she shuddered with an un-nameable, 
confused feeling.  She was still pissed off at him but he was as handsome and 
sexy as she remembered, and he was offering to clear up a long-term mystery.  
She finally nodded and they walked over to the hostess to claim their table.

After they ordered and their wine had been served, he sat back and stared at 
her. 

"You're just as beautiful as I remembered.  You look well."

"Cut the crap, 'William.'  What the hell happened?"  Her patience was running 
out and being so close to this man was making her edgy.

"Dana, please don't call me William.  It's Sam or Mulder now; William was 
another life." 

She nodded and asked, "So, Mulder, did you set this meeting up?"

"Yes, I wanted to see you again. I've planned what I wanted to say to you so 
many times but now that you're actually here, I can't remember any of the 
pretty little speeches I had ready."

"Then just tell me the truth," Dana demanded.

"The truth," he repeated.  "All right, from the beginning.  Nothing but the 
truth."

Over dinner he told her the tale of a younger sister, Samantha, who 
disappeared while in his care though he couldn't remember anything about the 
night it happened.  Of parents divorced, an escape to college then on to 
Oxford University working on a degree in psychology, followed by 
recruitment into the FBI.  He'd worked the worst cases, horrible cases that 
led to a breakdown and desk duty.  Bored senseless, he'd taken to poking 
around the building.  While in the basement, he discovered the file on his 
sister along with boxes of unsolved cases that had been identified as the X-
Files for some unknown reason.  

Shortly after this, he'd met a woman, a fellow agent named Diana Fowley, 
who told him she was also interested in the X-Files and could help him find 
answers to his sister's disappearance.  She introduced him to her mentor, Dr. 
Heits Werber.  

When Werber hypnotically regressed him, he finally remembered everything 
about the evening of Samantha's disappearance.  After listening to the tape, 
Agent Fowley was positive he'd experienced a close encounter of the third 
kind during Sam's abduction.  He was disinclined to believe this scenario 
even though the tape revealed that his answers to Dr. Werber's professional, 
non-leading questions could be construed as such.  

"Surely, you're not saying you believe in little green men, are you?" Dana 
interrupted.

He smiled and said, "I believe in a lot of things—-have seen a lot of things 
that boggle the mind.  However, I soon came to the realization Diana Fowley 
was more than a sandwich short of a picnic.  She took me to a clandestine 
meeting with an 'informant' who claimed to know my sister's whereabouts.  I 
quickly diagnosed the individual as a psychotic, paranoid junkie looking for 
money for his next fix. The incident left me disenchanted but more 
determined than ever to find out the truth about my sister."  He paused and 
stared into the distance, obviously remembering painful, past events.

"Continue, please," Dana said.

He picked up his narrative. 

Armed with the file, he had a confrontation with his estranged parents.  He 
finally learned the truth.  Samantha's disappearance was actually the 
culmination of a long, ugly custody battle.  Her parentage explained why his 
father and the FBI had done almost nothing to find her.  She was only his 
half sister.  

After years of bickering between the ex-lovers, Samantha's father was 
awarded legal custody of his daughter.  Their mother refused to cooperate, 
finding one reason after another why the child couldn't leave her home.  
Finally, armed with the backing of the state Supreme Court's decision, 
Clayton Spender, a major player in the NSA, and two trucks full of soldiers 
in battle gear stormed their home and forcibly removed Samantha when Bill 
and Tina Mulder were away for the evening.  

He'd been so traumatized by the event that his memory of the evening had 
stayed buried until his regression hypnosis. The description of the incident 
fit the memories he'd revealed under hypnosis, but needless to say, he was 
still shocked.  

Using his FBI connections he tracked Sam down, determined to connect with 
her again.  Sam was ecstatic when he contacted her.  She'd known about him 
and his parent's divorce for years but had been forbidden by her father to 
contact any of them.  That edict had ended just a few weeks earlier with her 
father's death. 

He thought everything was finally going to work out for him and his sister. 
Samantha was now happily married and pregnant.  She and Peter, her 
husband, welcomed him with open arms.  His new family relationships helped 
him get back on his feet mentally and physically.  

When he was back to work profiling full time he couldn't shake the memories 
of the many drawers of files that had been dumped in the basement.  Some of 
the cases were just simple unsolved crimes, but some were so fascinating that 
he kept reviewing them on his own time and came to the conclusion they 
deserved further investigation.  

He successfully recruited backing from his more influential contacts on the 
Hill and he opened what came to be called the X-Files division.  He reported 
to Assistant Director Walter Skinner escaping the soul-killing grind of 
profiling.  The only caveat from Skinner was that he had to be on call to VCS 
occasionally to justify the expenditure of resources used to keep his small 
division alive.

He'd had a lot of success in a short period of time with the X-Files.  His solve 
rate was high, but he soon realized success came at a high cost.  Many of the 
cases he'd resolved highlighted the inability and inferiority of fellow high-
profile agents.  Others uncovered truths powerful people, some upper echelon 
government officials, wanted buried.  He quickly made a lot of enemies but 
felt compelled to continue, to give closure to the victims and their families.  
All in all, he felt the truth was worth the cost of his upward mobility. 

A year later, his entire world collapsed.

During a case for VCS a serial killer fixated on proving to the world he was 
smarter than the entire FBI.  He left a rambling, threatening note at his latest 
kill that was ignored by the ASAC.  Realizing that the killer was both 
escalating and deteriorating mentally, he tried to warn the ASAC that the 
entire team was in danger but his warnings were dismissed as groundless. 

A few days after he got home from the assignment he received a call from the 
Chief of Police in West Tisbury on Martha's Vineyard.  There'd been a break-
in at his mother's home.  He knew it was bad because the Chief refused to 
give him further details over the phone.  

When he got to the Vineyard he found it was more horrific than his worst 
nightmare.  Samantha, her husband, and their new baby had been visiting his 
mother.  An intruder had broken into the house and killed all three adults.  

The baby was alive, but in the Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit at Boston 
General.  She'd been left alone in the house until her cries were heard by the 
mail man the next day.

His intuition and experience forced him to call his father.  When he didn't get 
an answer, he contacted the Chilmark police.  They quickly called back and 
asked him to come to his father's house.  

Praying it wasn't true, but dreading what he knew he'd find, he rushed across 
the island to Chilmark.  Once there he identified his father's body, but took 
small comfort in the fact his father had been able to shoot and kill the bastard 
even while being beaten and stabbed repeatedly.

The resulting investigation confirmed his worst fear.  The intruder at both his 
parents' homes was identified as the serial killer he'd profiled.  Almost 
everyone he loved had been killed because of his job, his efforts to stop a 
madman.  His guilt was overwhelming.

The only thing that saved his sanity was his niece, Katya.  When he'd first 
found his sister, he'd agreed to Samantha and Peter naming him their child's 
legal guardian in their wills, never believing it would actually be needed.  The 
only other viable option at the time had been his mother and he refused to 
subject his future niece or nephew to the kind of childhood he'd lived 
through.  

He knew nothing about raising a child, let alone a six month old infant, but he 
felt he couldn't let Sam, Peter or the baby down.  He had to hold together for 
the sake of the child.  He called Sasha, Peter's aunt and only living relative 
who immediately flew out to Boston to stay with Katya while he made 
funeral arrangements on the Vineyard.

When the doctors could assure them that Katya would live, he persuaded 
Sasha to move to Washington and live with him and the baby.  She'd visited 
frequently with Sam and Peter and already loved the child as if she were her 
grandmother.  

Mulder's narrative came to a broken halt as he struggled to regain his 
composure.  He cleared his throat and said, "Before the baby was released 
from the hospital, we got more bad news."

Dana squeezed his hand, encouraging him to continue when he felt ready.

Mulder cleared his throat again and went on.  "During the extensive testing 
done in the NICU, Katya was diagnosed with Tay-Sachs disease.  I knew our 
mother was Jewish, but I didn't know if Sam's father or husband were as well 
until Sasha confirmed it."

Dana leaned closer to him and said softly, "I knew she died of Tay-Sachs.  I 
checked her record at the hospital.  It's a heartbreaking disease.  I'm so sorry.  
I wanted to tell you that before, but you disappeared and I didn't get a 
chance."

 "Thanks," he mumbled.  

"You, uh, know that Tay-Sachs' is genetic, don't you?" Dana asked gently.

"Yeah, I was tested and found out I'm not a carrier."  He was quiet for a 
moment, sipping his wine before continuing his story.

He told her about taking an extended FMLA leave to find a bigger 
apartment, and help Sasha and the baby adjust, while trying to recover from 
the shock and guilt over his family's deaths.  He was granted legal custody of 
the baby and put her on his insurance.  

When he returned to work, his status had mysteriously changed.  His solve 
ratio no longer carried any weight.  His contacts no longer returned his calls, 
and he was suddenly being treated worse than a new recruit straight out of 
Quantico.  

He'd asked to go back to the X-Files but found out they'd been assigned to 
Agent Fowley and her new partner.  He was assigned to domestic terrorism 
with a different supervisor; a man who seemed to delight in harassing and 
humiliating him.  He now had the responsibility of a sick child and the stress 
of a tedious new job that demanded more travel and longer days than VCS or 
the X-Files.  

Even with Sasha's help, he eventually collapsed from exhaustion and mental 
anguish.  This time the powers that be forced him to file for disability due to 
"medical and /or psychological" reasons, citing his breakdown.  In order to 
keep his pension and COBRA medical benefits, he acquiesced, hoping to 
quickly find a new job. 

He was extremely bitter about the way the FBI treated him.  He felt his 
forced retirement was orchestrated by some of the individuals his 
investigations had exposed.  He knew they'd finally found a way to remove 
him from the X-Files and take the pressure off themselves as they 
perpetuated their plots or hid their inadequacies.  

He also suspected some of the higher-up number crunchers wanted to reduce 
the Bureau's self-paid medical insurance burden his niece incurred at the same 
time.  Unfortunately he was unable to prove either point.  No longer receiving 
his full income the huge expense of COBRA benefits for 18 months, then the 
full burden of medical expenses for a terminally ill child when the insurance 
ended drained his finances completely. 

At the end of his rope mentally and financially, he finally followed the 
suggestion of an old lover and turned to the lucrative field of professional 
escort.

"That's when I met you," he said as he tossed his napkin on his plate and 
pushed it away.

The waiter took this as his cue and brought over the dessert tray.  Once they'd 
been served their choices and coffee was delivered, he continued.  

"Katya had just celebrated her fifth birthday the month before her death.  She 
was a sweet little girl who was a joy to be around even though she had a 
debilitating illness and no hope for a cure.  

"I went off the deep end after the funeral.  I couldn’t continue to work as a 
professional escort no matter how well it paid.  In fact I could barely function 
at all.  

"I managed to help Sasha move back to her old home then took off for 
England.  I needed to confront my guilt over my past and seek advice from 
my Oxford advisor and personal psychiatrist about my future.  

"We worked through most of my problems and I got my depression under 
control.  He helped me realize I wanted to do something positive with the rest 
of my life.  I chose child psychology because of my interaction with Katya 
and with the child victims I encountered during my time with the Bureau.  I 
decided to return to Washington to enroll in the refresher courses I needed to 
get my psychologist's license.  

"And that's pretty much my story," he said. 

Moments passed before Dana asked, "So what was your real name?"

He laughed and said, "Of all the questions you could ask, that's the last one I 
thought you'd come up with."

As her eyebrow rose in annoyance, he continued, "I was born Fox William 
Mulder.  I've despised my first name my whole life.  When I turned pro, I 
used William.  Besides being my middle name, it was a name I'd come to 
negatively equate with power; it was my father's name and the name of my 
old boss.  Both were men I hated as much as I came to hate my life as an 
escort, present company excluded, of course.  

"A lot of my professional contacts call me Sam, but if you want to call me 
Mulder... well I actually prefer it.  While I chose Samuel in honor of my 
sister, it's still painful to be reminded of the past at times."

When she nodded, he took another sip of coffee.

He watched her as she assimilated that information before he offered her his 
hand and said, "Hello.  My name is Mulder.  Nice to meet you, Dana Scully.  
Do you want to fuck?"
 
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Dana's head smacked back against her door as Mulder ended their kiss and 
began to attack her neck, kissing and sucking it greedily.  The pain barely 
registered as arousal zinged through her, making her body throb with desire.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up to encircle his waist 
with her legs.  Her sex rubbed against his very obvious arousal and she 
groaned.

Just as she thought she would ignite if she didn't have him in her, right there, 
right then, he gently pushed her legs down and moved back a step or two.  

She shook her head, trying to clear it.  She had no idea how they'd gotten 
here.  Her last clear memory was walking out of the restaurant with his hand 
against the small of her back.  What the hell kind of hold did this man have 
on her to make her lose time like this, and why was he stopping?  She closed 
the distance between them, intending to jump him again.

"Dana!  Dana, stop.  We need to talk."  Mulder's voice was strained, but firm 
as he pushed her back against the door tenderly.

"Talk?  I don't want to talk.  I want to fuck."

He grinned sheepishly and looked at her with those bedroom eyes.  "I want 
you, too, but not like this."

"What do you mean, not like this?  Do you want to go upstairs?  What are we 
waiting for?"  She turned towards the stairs, grabbing his hand to drag him 
along with her, but he pulled her to a halt and turned her to face him again.  
She glared at him, not taking the diversion well.

"Ah, damn it, I knew I'd screw this up."  He sighed as he ran his hand over 
his face, and then asked, "Can we sit, talk?"

Her first inclination was to say no and toss his ass out of her home.  She was 
horny and wanted action, not discussion, but something in his eyes caught her 
interest.  She nodded, then led the way to the living room.

She sat on the couch, but he crossed to a chair and sat facing her.  Moments 
of silence passed before she finally demanded, "Are you going to talk or sit 
there all night?"

"Always my impatient Dana," he said with a chuckle.  "There's something 
other than my name I've changed," he said.  "I've changed... I've chosen to 
change certain aspects of my sex life."

"Ah, damn, don't tell me you've decided you're gay." 

He laughed. "No.  No, that's not it at all."

"You're married?" 

"No!"

"Well, you haven't become a priest so what then?  Just spit it out!"

He smiled at her directness and said, "Dana, I want you.  You're the only part 
of my recent past I remember with anything approaching happiness.  In fact, 
even though it was a professional relationship ours is the only sexual 
encounter in my entire sorry life that wasn't totally screwed up."

Her eyebrow rose again; she was touched by his confession but her 
impatience for all this talking to end and the sex to begin was growing.

"I told you I went to England to confer with my old mentor.  He was much 
too professional to display distaste at my recent past and helped me work 
through several issues that contributed to my depression.  He also suggested 
that I seek counseling from a colleague of his, a psychologist specializing in 
rape counseling and sexual dysfunction."

"Saying I 'went off the deep end' when Katya died was putting it mildly.  I 
developed insomnia, an eating disorder, became impotent and deeply 
depressed--to the point of becoming suicidal.  Both my counselors are 
amazing professionals and I credit them with keeping me alive and back to a 
semblance of good mental and physical health.  Through therapy and their 
help I realized I was abusing my body out of baseless guilt and needed to 
decide on a new career objective to remove me from the entire circle of self-
abuse and mental illness it represented."

He hesitated before continuing.  Dana instinctively knew his next words were 
going to make or break their relationship, so she held her impatience in check.

"If you remember, during our previous 'relationship' we never kissed.  That 
was the one part of my sexuality that I refused to share.  All references to 
'Pretty Woman' aside, it gave me a feeling of control.  As long as I didn't 
surrender that final act, I held onto a small portion of my self-respect that no 
one could exploit."

"But you just kissed me," Dana interjected.

"Yes, I did.  I kissed you because I've wanted to since right after I met you, 
but refused to allow myself that pleasure as long as we maintained a 
professional relationship."  Mulder sighed, seemingly unable or unwilling to 
continue.

Dana thought about what he said, trying to figure out where he was going 
with this line of thought.  "Just spit it out.  We've never had a problem 
communicating before, either physically or verbally," she stated.

"All right, here it is.  I want you Dana, but I'm not willing to enter into a 
sexual liaison with you until we've developed our relationship to the point 
where we're BOTH sure we want to look at this long term."

Dana Scully was pole axed.  She stared at him for several minutes, then burst 
into laughter.  When she had it under control she blurted, "So you're telling 
me you're 'not that kind of guy' anymore?  What have you done, sworn a vow 
of chastity?"  

Mulder got up and started towards the door.  "You make our relationship 
sound like a joke."  He spun around and hissed, "I've bared my soul to you 
here, Dr. Scully, and I don't have to take this kind of derision.  It's been nice 
seeing you again."

He reached the door just as Dana slipped around in front of him, pressing 
against it to keep it closed.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you, but you have to think about my side 
of this," she said reasonably.

"What do you mean?" 

"Please, let's sit down again.  We need to finish this discussion one way or 
another."

Mulder stood glaring down at her but finally turned and stomped back to the 
couch.

Dana sat next to him and took his hand.  "I'm sorry if my reaction hurt your 
feelings.  From our conversation tonight I realize that you've been through 
hell for a long time and I can see how my words would hurt you."

"Thank you," he said quietly.

"That night, when your niece died, I wanted to comfort you, but I knew you 
wouldn't welcome any advance from me.  You'd probably have construed it 
as a demand or invitation for sex even though it wasn't my intention at all.  I 
decided I'd wait until I saw you at our regular appointment, but you 
disappeared.

"That hurt.  I knew I was probably just another customer for you, but I felt 
our relationship changed that night at the hospital.  I wanted it to change but 
knew you might not feel the same way and it was a scary feeling, to say the 
least.

"Like I said, at first I was hurt, and then I was pissed, thinking only of my 
own needs because you weren't there to tell me know you felt.  I think my 
anger was a way to protect myself from possible rejection and pain."

"I apologize for not calling and letting you know I wouldn't be able to see 
you again," he interrupted, "but I really wasn't in any shape to think about 
anything but my own pain right then."

"I can understand that, Mulder.  Now that I've had a few minutes I actually 
feel I understand your need for change.  Believe it or not, I've also changed 
since we last saw each other."

He tipped his head, a slight smirk on his lips.  "Found my replacement have 
you?"

"No!  No, recently I've not even been looking."

"Really?  What have you been up to?"

Dana suddenly felt a totally new sensation.  She was shy and unsure if she 
wanted to share her innermost feelings with him.

"Come on, Dana, I showed you mine; it's your turn to share. Show me 
yours."

Dana raised her eyes to his and thrust her chin forward slightly.  Anyone who 
knew her intimately knew it was her 'false courage' glare.  "I've not used the 
service for some time because, if you must know, I couldn't find a suitable 
replacement for you."

"Thank you," he said softly.

She nodded and continued, giving him an outline of her life and changes over 
the last few months.  She ended with, "I've decided that I need to get on 
with my life so I've been looking into my options for single parenthood."

Mulder gasped and said, "Adoption?"

"No, I've been thinking about using a sperm donor to utilize in vitro 
fertilization."  Her glare dared him to make a snarky remark.

Mulder thought about her revelation for a moment then smiled.  "It makes 
sense.  Any woman who's ready to cut to the chase and use a service to find a 
lover would naturally turn to a reputable organization to get a sperm donor 
for something as important as a child."

Dana felt her body relax slightly.  She hadn't realized how tense she'd 
become waiting for his opinion. "Thank you."

"Well, we've both obviously changed our outlooks and goals for life.  What 
do you think?  Is there any hope for us having a future together?"

Dana's phone rang before she could answer his question.  Since she was on-
call, she got up and explained that she had to answer.

"Hello?"

"Dana, it's Mom.  I wanted to call and let you know how Charlie's medical 
tests turned out.  He's..."

"Mom, I'm sorry, but I have company right now.  Could I call you in the 
morning, and we can talk?"

"Company at 10:30 PM?  Dana, is it a man?  Someone I know?"

"Mom!" Dana said with an embarrassed laugh.  She started to lie to her but 
she caught the look in Mulder's eye and said, "Yes, Mom.  It's a man you 
know.  Do you remember finding William at my place a while back?"

"Yes. Is it him?"

"Well it is and it isn't."

Maggie Scully sniffed and haughtily said, "Look if you don't want to tell me 
I can just hang up."

"No, Mom.  It is the same man, but his name is actually Samuel Mulder.  He 
was an undercover agent for the FBI and quit to become a child psychologist 
here in the Washington area.  We're just getting reacquainted over dinner 
tonight."

"Oh, Dana, a doctor!  Just think if the two of you hit it off you'd be a two 
doctor couple.  I could really brag it up to my girlfriends.  My daughter is 
going to marry another medical professional."

Dana laughed and said, "Mom, don't get too far down that road yet.  We're 
just getting to know each other again."

"I know, I know.  I'm just teasing."  Maggie softly added, "Thank you, Dana 
for sharing this with me and good luck.  I know you think I meddle too much 
in your life, but I just worry about you because I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, Mom."  

"Get back to that young man.  I'll talk to you tomorrow about Charlie."

"Night, Mom." Dana was laughing lightly as she hung up the phone and 
returned to the couch.

"What's so funny?" Mulder asked.

"Just something my Mom said.  She was teasing me about marrying another 
doctor and having two 'professionals' in the family."

Mulder wiggled his eyebrows at her comically.  "Little does she know that 
I've had more than one professional title in my life."

They sat quietly for a moment, staring at each other.  

"So, what are we going to do, Dana?" Mulder asked.  "Are we going to let 
this be closure for us or are we going to let it be a new beginning?"

Dana stared at him for a while, contemplating, then said, "I think I'd like it to 
be a beginning.  I'm willing to take it slow if that's what you want, but I don't 
want to wait forever to get you into my bed again."

"I'd like that," he said as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Mmm..." Dana said after a long smoldering kiss.  "Keep kissing me like that 
and Mom will get her two professionals to brag about after all."

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Authors' notes:

The originator of this story has her notes at the beginning but her Stalker and 
author of the final part has this to say:

I haven't got a freaking clue why I was driven to complete this story.  Maybe 
it's just my OCD personality shining through.  It's extremely obvious that 
there are two writers on this project.  Parts 1 to 3 are entirely a different style 
than the rest of it, but I like to think it all ties up in a tidy little ball 
even without the wonderful smut of the first few chapters.

No flames or feedback wanted please!  I actually don't care what anyone else 
thinks about this pap.  I've written my little ditty part and it's done.  Now I 
can erase it off my hard drive so my Grandchildren don't see it and are 
scarred for life.  LOL