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? ******************** Norma Roberts Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket? normalme@megsinet.com *************** 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. ********************************************** 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. fin-