Tiltle: Spring Cleaning
Auther: Norma Roberts normalme@megsinet.com
Catagory:  MSR, A, V, MPOV
Rating: NC-17 (runaway kiddies and prudes you know who you are.  Hurry.
Archive: If you see fit, just keep my stuff on it, and if it's not to much
bother
drop me a line so I can bring the kids by, and take pictures :-).
Feedback:  Please do.  All flames shall be used to light the dark recesses
of my mind.
Disclaimer: If you  believe I own them, your more delusional than
I could hope for ;-)
Spiolers:  I guess everything through The Unnatural, takes place after 3 of
a kind,
in my mind anyway, although no spoilers there.
Smmery:  What if Scully found out why Mulders triple x bill was so obsencely
high?
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Norma Roberts

Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?
normalme@megsinet.com

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On with the shue

 The afternoon sun filters in through the dingy window casting
the room into a muddy glow.  The final quarter of a hopeless Knicks-
Lakers games provides a background noise to my loneliness.  My remote
mocks me, knowing that I am a mere push button away from the most
disturbing video I have ever had the guts to purchase.  Also one of
the most expensive.  I thought it would be a safe outlet for the
pent up frustration that I have been feeling.  Instead it only
served to mock me, showing me in exquisite details something I was
sure I could never have.  Funny how appealing the idea had been,
write your own porn movie, and for an extra fifty bucks they hire
look-a-likes to portray the parts.  The add claimed they could hire
people that looked so much like the real person you'd actually think
it was them.  They where right, and I had made a horrible mistake.
A mistake I knew would come back eventually and bite me on the ass.
I should have destroyed the tape, but couldn't bring myself to do it.
So I kept it, and watched it, and watched it.  Sometimes I couldn't
make it past the first hot kiss of the wayward lovers, sometimes
I could watched all the way through, and still find no relief.
She's gonna find out about this, my conscious would taunt.  You're
a sick pervert, it would scold.  In retrospect maybe I wanted her
to find out.  Maybe I wanted her to find out everything.

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 I awoke to her soft yet determined knocking.  The sun still
peeked through the bottom of my living room window, giving the room
a decidedly orange glow.  I rolled off my couch, and stumbled towards
the door.  She knocked again.
"I'm coming".  I call loudly, then mumbled "keep your panties on".
I reach the door, and grab the handle, and suddenly the theme to
that commercial for that game Mystery Date that was so popular when
I was a kid, pops into my head.  Hesitantly I open the door to see
if I have gotten the beauty or the beast, or both.  She is standing
there, a quirky smirk on her face.
"And what if I'm not wearing panties".  She says, as she pushes past
me into my humble abode.  To say that my sleep idled brain is stunned
is in fact the understatement of the year.  I take in her appearance.
She is casual, dressed in soft black pants, and a white tee-shirt.
Her hair, a little on the unruly side, completes her look of 'day off'
relaxing.  Oh how I wish I had been right.  She plops herself down
into my only chair.
"Gotta beer"?  She asks, her tone easy, as if she just saunters into
my apartment everyday and asks for a beer.
"Yeah, I'll go get it".  I say, weary of her apparent comfort level.
She has a strange glint in her eye.  I muddle my way into my kitchen,
and open my disgustingly bare refrigerator.  Four beers, and a half
empty jar of mayonnaise stare back at me.  I grab two beers and
contemplate the mayo for later use.
"Hey Scully, you hungry"?  I ask from my kitchen.
"Yeah, what do have"?  She asks.
"Nothing.  I was thinking of ordering in".  I reply as I stare into
my empty shelves.
"Anything but pizza".  She says.
"I was thinking of Wong's".  I say back.
"Perfect".  She confirms.  I pick up my phone and hit speed dial.
I smile to myself as Wong himself answers the phone.
"Wong you sorry son of bitch.  You got anything edible in that dump
of your's"?  I ask.  Scully looks back at me, and grins.
"Ah Mulder, you no count sack of shit, what makes you think I would
feed you".  Wong replies, he's in a good mood.
"Look just tell me if you have anything that doesn't have ecoili
in it".  I say.
"Yeah I killed that rat bastered chihuahua from upstairs about an
hour ago.  You know fresh meat".  Wong informs me.
"Hey Scully, Wong says he has fresh chihuahua".  I say, holding the
receiver away from my mouth.
"I don't think I'll ever understand the relationship you have with
that man".  She says, and chuckles softly.
"Look Wong just bring something that won't put me in the hospital this
time".  I say into the receiver.
"Yeah, yeah whatever.  Your partner is there"?  He asks.  Add another
name to the Scully fan club list.
"Yeah she's here".  I reply.
"When are you going to fuck her Mulder"?  Wong asks bluntly.  I cannot
contain the blush that rises to my cheeks.  Scully is looking right
at me.
"What did he say"?  She asks.  There is no way in hell I'm telling
her.  I shake my head no.
"You're a sick puppy Wong".  I say to the man on the other end of my
phone.
"Yeah, yeah whatever.  I'll be there in fifteen minutes".  He says,
then hangs up abruptly.  I make my way back to the living room, and
I have the strange sensation of out of the frying pan and into the
fire.
"What did he say to make you blush like that".  She asks as I hand her
a beer.
"Believe me you don't want to know".  I say, feeling a bit trapped.
She seems content to drop it.  I think I'm in trouble.

  "So you got any movies that might be interesting"?  She asks,
cutting through the silence that had fallen over us.  My mind flashes
on the video still in the VCR, and my stomach clinches.  I scan the
coffee table, and realize with an increasing nausea that it isn't
there.
"I don't think I have anything you'd want to watch".  I say
cautiously.  I begin to feel around the cushions of my couch.
"Looking for this".  She says, holding up the remote as though it
held the secretes of the universe, and not the secrete of my depraved
mind.  I try to remember when she could have grabbed it.  When I
went to the can, I realize, and it's all I can do to keep from puking.
I try to fathom how she could have known.
"You know what I did today"?  She asks, and I have a feeling I'm about
to find out.
"I have no idea".  I reply, my voice sounding far away in my own ears.
"I went to the office to do some catch up work.  You know, reports,
filing, cleaning a little".  Her voice sounds far away now too.
I try to wrap my mind around the significance of what she is saying.
The office, she ran across something at the office.  Oh hell, that
could be anything if she made it past the first layer of my desk.
"I swear I wasn't snooping, I was just looking for receipts for the
expense reports".  She says, and it sounds like a confession.  It
dawns on me.  I had been paying my bills yesterday, among them
my obscenely over due triple x bill.  And the title of my special
movie left little to the imagination.  She hits the play button, and
the scene playing out also leaves little to the imagination.  I also
notice with despair that the tape is not exactly where I left it.
The sudden knock on the door prompts her to turn the tape of, before
the images that where to come next played out.  I manage a minute
measure of relief.  I never thought of Wong as my savior, but he was
non the less.
"Get the door Mulder".  She commands softly, and I obey.

  Wong stands there grinning from ear to ear.  He spots Scully, and
pushes past me.  What is it with everyone just barging into my space.
I suddenly feel claustrophobic.  Wong places the food on my dining
table, and moves gracefully towards Scully.
"Ah the lovely Agent Scully, I bring food only for you".  He says, and
takes her hand and kisses it lightly.  I'd be jealous if Wong wasn't
well into his seventies.
"You always where the charmer".  Scully replies sweetly.
"I give your partner a bad case of diarrhoea".  He says and gives her a
wink.  "Don't eat the chicken".  He loudly whispers near her ear.
She chuckles softly.
"What do I owe you".  I say reluctantly.  If I pay him he will leave.
I'm not so sure that would be a good idea.  She doesn't look pissed,
but there is defiantly something lurking in those eyes.  Disappointment
maybe.  I think I would rather her be pissed.
Wong dismisses my question with a wave.
"Eh I give you diarrhoea for free this time".  He says, and pats my
arm affectionately as he leaves.  God I love that man more than my own
father.  I close the door, keeping my back turned to her, unwilling
to face her now that we are alone.
"Look at me".  Her voice is surprisingly close.  I guess dinner will
have to wait, not that I'm hungry anymore.  I can't turn around, and
there is no way around what's coming.
"Please Mulder.  Look at me".  She says, her voice soft, and
comforting.  Not exactly what I was expecting.  Nor was I expecting
the feel of her hands lightly caressing my back.  How do you apologize
for staring your best friend in a movie that features her fucking
you repeatedly?  How do you explain that?  Gently she pushes my
shoulders, that starts the inertia of me turning around.
"You don't have to explain.  I think I understand the thoughts behind
this.  Really, if anyone is to blame it is me".  She says as I stare
at her black, canvas, tennis shoes.
"I'm sick Scul...".  She cuts me off with a finger to my lips.
"Don't ever think that.  I certainly don't think it.  Frankly I admire
your courage to make it that real for yourself.  You know if I had
seen the ad, I would have been tempted, but I wouldn't have had the
balls to do it".  She says, her words startle me into looking at her
face.
"I want to see it".  It is barely a whisper, and I know she is
fighting tears.  I shake my head.
"Please share this with me Mulder.  God please just let me in.  Let
me see us through your eyes".  Her hands come up to stroke my cheeks,
and she pulls herself into me.
"Let me show you how real it is".  She whispers against my mouth.
My lips part involuntarily, and she takes the opening her tongue
probing boldly before her lips actually meet mine.  I have played this
scenario million times in my mind, the kiss that is.  It all pales
in comparison. Electric doesn't quite describe it.  It seems more
like a miracle.  I am defiantly on the verge of a religious
experience.  Our mouths seem to melt into one another, our tongues
liquid heat that seems to have merged.  A river of erotic sensation
flows through me.  The nausea that gripped me earlier is now replace
by a different kind of tightness in my stomach.  She pulls away just
as I start to think I could get off just by kissing her.
"Show me".  She says breathlessly.  Her face is flushed, and I swear
I can her her heart thundering in her chest.  The masochist in me
wishes I had been there to see the look on her face when she found
that receipt.  I'm betting it was priceless, and similar to the one
she wears now.  She hands me the remote, and I move to the couch,
expecting her to join me there.  Instead she takes the chair again,
having grabbed a box of food and a pair of chopsticks.  And suddenly
food seems like a good idea again.
"Hang on, let me get something to eat".  I say, feeling suddenly
fifteen.
"Take your time Mulder, I'm not going anywhere".  She says between
bites of lo-mein.  I grab a large carton of food.  It doesn't matter
what it is, with Wong it's all good.  I glance at her from across the
room, and I wonder what is going on in that wonderful mind of hers.
Her cheeks are still rosy, and her lips are a little swollen from
our kiss, but her body language radiates casualness.  She catches me
staring, and a smile shyly pulls at the corners her mouth.  I smile
back, and shake my head in confusion.
"What"?  She asks.  She is forcing my hand, she already knows the
cards I am holding but she wants to see them anyway.
"You are confusing the hell out of me".  I admit.  She gives me
a small snort.
"You have a hell of a lot of nerve complaining about be confused.
I often feel like I'm your pet mushroom".  She replies, but there is
still humor in her voice.  God, I love this woman.
"I'm sorry about that".  I say.
"Don't be sorry, I don't need that.  I need you to have faith in me.
I need you to believe that I am here with you because I want to be.
I need to know that you respect me enough to allow me to decide what
is right for me.  I have two brothers Mulder, I don't want another".
She says, and she is right.  I have failed miserably when it come to
respecting her.
"I don't need you taking a guilt trip either".  She adds as if reading
my mind.
"Do you really want to do this"?  I ask, still feeling clueless as to
handle this side of my partner.
"You know Mulder, a man I knew nothing about decided that he knew me
better than anyone.  He put what he thought was my true self down on
paper.  Tangled himself into what he thought I wanted.  He realized
the truth to late, that he could not make me fall in love with him.
That I was already in love.  He was right about that, but it was the
only thing he got right.  I read the same thing you did.  I got a
pretty good mental picture of what he was thinking about, and I also
have to admit that some of it had a ring of truth.  But never could
I be with him, he scared the hell out of me.  But it was like playing
with the flame of a candle, you know you're gonna get burned if you
play to long.  Stay to close to the tip of the flame, you know.
And I've been thinking about this alot, but I checked some dates,
and I can't say for sure, but I'm almost positive that you wrote
you scenarios around the same time.  So Mulder, surely you can
understand my need to see it.  To see the portrait you, the one person
who knows me better than anyone, paint of me.  I wanna see what's in
that head of yours when you give my that hungry look that I pretend
not to notice".  She looks at me expectantly.  I don't know what to
say to that, and when she puts it that way I can hardly refuse.
"Why don't you just take it home and watch it".  I suggest, still not
sure I could sit through it with her.  She shakes her head.
"Unh-unh...no no.  I wanna see you when you watch it.  I want to see
how it effects you.  I want you to see how it effects me".  She says
with a bluntness that leaves me flustered and titillated at the same
time.  Her eyes stay on me, open and honest.
"If it is what you want Scully".  I say, relenting.  Maybe it could
be a good thing.  The thought of her tongue in my mouth rushes me
causing my knee to jerk slightly.  I settle into my couch, and try to
relax.  She has already rewound the tape back to the beginning, and
looks directly at me as she hits play.

  Two surreal hours pass, as the movie credits play across the screen
of my TV.  It was Scully's turn to study my reactions.  I gave her a
few more moments before I looked at her.  She knew what I was waiting
for.
"What can I say Mulder.  Thank you".  She said simply.
"You liked it"?  I ask, still waiting for some burst of unchecked anger
to come from her.  It never came.  She smiles tenderly at me.
"It meant more to me than I can possibly express without coming over
there to touch you".  She says.  I have to admit it was so much more
to me than just a fuck flick, it was a love story, and surprisingly
well acted.  The explicit sex was almost coincidental, a necessary
device to understand the love that was being shared.  It was tender
and loving, the way I had always hoped it would be.  The actors still
fucked like pros, but that was what gave it the erotic spin that was
so devoid in my life.  Some of the stunts pulled, actually made her
blush, but mostly I 'I'd have to say that she was aroused, and I'm
positive that at one point she was even causally stroking her own
nipple.  It was one of the few times we made eye contact.
"You can if you want to".  I say, my voice suddenly weak.
"I want to Mulder, I need to..now".  She says abandoning the chair
gracefully.  A fluid motion, her body at one with it's arousal.  Her
movements are like liquid as she move towards me, climbing me until
I am forced to lay back on the couch.  Her open mouth and tongue once
again find mine.  I tense a little at the sudden over load in
stimulation as her heated center grinds against my painful erection.
"Relax".  She breaths into my mouth.  Her fingers find the sensitive
underside on my right arm, and she begins to feather stroke the area.
It is hypnotic, and I find myself giving into her a little more.
"That's it".  She reassures me, then plunges deeply into my mouth.
All I can do is wonder what I managed to do right to feel this good.
I know I don't truly deserve to have this wonderful woman in my life,
yet her she is guiding me as always showing me the right way to do
something.  This is not how it should be.  She should be pissed as hell
for violating her like this, she should be outraged that I would take
such liberties with her character.
"No".  I say, and push her away from my mouth.  I don't deserve this,
and she certainly deserves better.  She places her hands on my
shoulders, pinning me down.
"This is going to happen, it is happening, and it's far to late to
stop it now.  Get over yourself Mulder, you're not in control here".
She says, her tone perfectly reasonable .  And I realize she is right.
I never had control of this evening.  I never really had a say in what
was happening here.  I meet her eyes and a final wave of hesitation
washes over me.  She sees it.  She leans into me again.
"I give you permission to love me Mulder".  She says, realizing the
final barrier I clung to.  And finally I can.  I sink into the couch,
and wrap my arms around her, crushing her to me.  Kissing her the way
she had been kissing me, feeling her against me, and unashamed.
The frustrating barrier of our clothes had to go.  I needed to feel
her skin on mine.  It became my soul focus.  She yelped in surprise when
I raised us off my couch, and stood her up before me.
"We're gonna need some room".  I say, and lead her to my bedroom.
Once there our clothes flew in a wirlwind of fabric until we where
naked.  The only sounds are our combined heavy breathing, and an
occasional gasp from her as I lightly touch her intimately.  She is
hot, and wet, and as deepen my touch into her she calls my name in a
breathy whisper.  Her eyes lock into mine, and when I remove my finger
from her, her bottom lip pouts lightly.  I put my finger into my mouth,
tasting her, then I put it to her mouth so she can taste to.  She takes
it, drawing it in deeply.  The look on her face and the sound of her
light hum undo me.  I move her to the bed, lowering her to her back.
I need a better taste of her.  I need to fill my mouth with her
essence.  I spread her legs, as I nuzzle my face into her thigh,
smelling her sent.  It is like the ocean, and springtime.  I kiss her
folds deeply, my tongue finding the spot that makes her squirm.
"Sweet Mother of Jesus".  She moans, as I draw her sensitized clit into
my mouth and suck.  She holds my head in place, and begins to thrust in
time to my mini-blowjob.  I resist the urge to enter her with my
fingers, I want to get her off with just my mouth, just her clit.
Muscles tighten under my hands that are holing her down, and I know
she's close.  I add my tongue to the mix, and she begins to shutter
uncontrollably.  I don't think either of us where prepared for the
force of the orgasm that rocked her.  She pulled away from me with
such force that there was an audible pop when my mouth left her.
"Jezus God Almighty Mulder".  She says, as she pulls me back to her,
guiding my face to hers.  There are tears in her eyes.
"You OK"?  I ask, suddenly concerned.  She kisses me again in response.
"I need you to be inside me".  She say, breaking this kiss briefly.
I don't need to be told twice.  I enter her in one smooth slow stroke.
She is exquisitely tight, and I have to take a moment to calm down, or
this will be over far to quickly.
"Take me home Mulder".  She says against my cheek, and I start to
pump in to her slowly, but then she does something that absolutely blows
my mind.  Somehow she manages to roll the muscles that are surrounding
me, causing what could on be described as a wave effect trough out my
entire groin.  It was my turn to find God in our bed.
"My God Scully, how..".  She cuts me off by doing it again, only
better.  I have no choice but to lose it.  The pace picks up quite a
bit after that.  Not that she seems to mind. In fact I would have to
say that she is now setting the pace.  She rolls me again, and I
realize that if she does it again I will be lost on the tide of my
own orgasm.  I want to come with her, I need to come with her.
I reach between us and flick her still sensitive clit, until she
clenches me taking me over the edge with her.  I watch the mired of
expressions that cross her features, ecstasy, joy, happiness, love.
And there it is.  The mystery solved.  My Scully loves me.

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