Best Friends:Sleeping Together by TBishop27@aol.com Category: MSR Rated: NC-17 Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are mine. Chris would never let his do such things. Feedback: Please, it’s the determining factor in whether this series continues or not. As always, flames will be forwarded to that dark part of my writer’s imagination that roams the night in search of victims. Author’s note: This is the third installment of the Best Friends series. 1. Mulder’s Girlfriend 2. The Date 3. Sleeping Together Eternal gratitude to MY best friend and beta reader, my husband David. BEST FRIENDS: Sleeping Together “Jesus, Mulder.” I pant, rolling off him and flopping back onto the trashed bed. “That was fucking incredible.” The heat radiating from my body right now could set these sheets on fire if they weren’t soaked with sweat from our marathon love making session. “No, sweetheart, that was incredible fucking.” He amends. “I’d say I stand corrected but I don’t think I’m going to be capable of using my legs for quite awhile.” I tell him with a sigh of exhausted contentment. Mulder just lays there, spent and beautiful, hair clinging damp to his forehead. I reach over blindly and place the flat of my hand on his chest. His respiration’s are rapid, his heart is pounding fast and hard under his ribcage. When he offers only a sleepy moan in response, I glance over and see that his eyes are closed. Well, I guess he deserves the rest. That was quite a performance. Nothing I previously experienced would even come close to comparing with it. Mulder just seemed to know all the right buttons to push. I never would have believed myself capable of climaxing that many times. In the past I always considered myself lucky if I had an orgasm at all when I was with a guy. And no, I never faked it. I saw no point in flattering a man if he didn’t deserve it. Sadly, my expectations for gratification during sex were very low. I figured I just wasn’t one of those women who had multiple orgasms. Hoo boy, was I ever wrong! Of course, it would be Mulder who disproved my theory. God, I can’t believe this finally happened. Less than seventy-two hours ago I’d given up all hope and resigned myself to a lonely and tortured existence. Though I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t have gone on for long... Sooner than not I would have lost my mind entirely and probably shot Cynthia dead, or myself, or even Mulder. Who knows, maybe I would have taken us all out. I can’t be positive how my jealous rage would have eventually expressed itself, but I don’t doubt that it would have involved something horrific. I was wound that tight. It stemmed from years of working side by side with a man who drove me crazy with desire and being too proper or too afraid to do anything about it. Well, last night that man unwound me but good. All those years of sexual tension between us seem pretty ridiculous now. What the hell were we waiting for? Normally sex makes me sleepy. But I’m so keyed up right now there’s no way I’m going to be nodding off any time soon. So I roll onto my side, prop my head in my hand, and settle in to watch Mulder sleep. He looks so peaceful when he isn’t puzzling over a case, brooding about another injustice perpetrated by the shadow government, blaming himself for one of a million tragedies that aren’t his fault, or worrying over me. The Mulder who took me out last night was so different, so much happier than my FBI partner. He was charming and blithe and...ordinary. At one point during dinner I actually excused myself to use the ladies room and made a call to verify that Eddie Van Blundht was still safely tucked away behind bars. Okay, so I’m overly suspicious...all right, paranoid. God knows I have reason to be. There was just no way I wanted a repeat of the little episode with that morphing freak. I was pretty sure where the evening was going to end up and there was no way anyone else but Mulder would do. He’s breathing slow deep breaths now. I brush the wayward strands of hair off his forehead. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth but he does not wake. I could get very used to this. To think I almost lost him to another woman after all this time. I should be grateful that she ended up bringing us together. But I’m not. I hate her. It’s just the thought of her and Mulder making love... Damn it, it really bugs me! How could he do it? How could he sleep with her so easily? I couldn’t go through with it with Ed Jerse. I wanted to, but stopped the poor guy at the last possible moment. It’s no small wonder he went crazy on me the next day. I just couldn’t do it. I felt like I was betraying Mulder. Ed said he understood, but how could he possibly? Even I didn’t understand at the time. It’s not like I imagined Mulder was faithful to me all these years. Well...maybe I did, a little. But I had no right to expect fidelity from him. After all, I was only his partner... it’s just that it felt like so much more. He’s dreaming. I can tell by the way his eyes are moving so rapidly back and forth. I hope it’s a good dream. No nightmares tonight, Mulder. I brush a soft kiss across his parted lips. “Scully...” He sighs my name in his sleep. Being oh so careful not to wake him, I rest my head on his chest and cuddle up, wrapping my small body around his larger frame. Listening to his even breaths and the gentle thumping of his heart, I begin to feel drowsy. This is nice, drifting in that pre-sleep haze, holding Mulder in my arms, the intoxicating scent of our lovemaking heavy in the air. It’s the most peaceful feeling I’ve ever known... ----------------------------------------------------- I wake to find myself in heaven, or at least my version of it; Scully’s bed, her naked sleeping body tangled around mine after a night of passion that is certainly worthy of the record books. We were out of control last night, unleashed, wild. Neither of us could get enough. I can’t believe I lasted as long as I did. Seeing Scully aroused beyond reason and hearing her sultry voice begging me not to stop was all the motivation I needed to push myself to the brink of injury. I wanted to satisfy her over and over until she couldn’t remember anymore what it felt like to hunger for relief from her burning desires. The first time I made her come I was hooked. I had to take her there again and again so I could hear her fervid screams, and see that look of absolute rapture on her beautiful face. I was amazed how often I found myself going over the edge. I came hard four times before my dear little partner took mercy on me and finally let me sleep. I didn’t believe it was physically possible for a guy to do it that many times. Leave it to Scully to prove me wrong. Phenomenal sex aside, our date last night was pretty spectacular too. It was nice to leave our badges and guns behind for once and just be ourselves. Scully surprised me. She’s actually quite a little flirt when she lets her guard down. She’s allowed me brief glimpses of Dana over the years, but this is the first time I was privileged to spend an entire evening in her company. I wonder what it’s going to be like when we go in to work today? Will she still be Dana when we’re alone together in the office or out in the field? Or is Dana only someone she’ll share with me after hours? God, I hope it’s not going to be awkward. I hope she realizes that this doesn’t affect our professional partnership. I still need her to be Scully when we’re working on a case together. She’s been my better half for the past seven years. I hope I haven’t screwed things up by giving in to my feelings for her. What we did last night can either be really great for us or a complete disaster, depending on how we handle the work thing. I think we should tell Skinner. I’m sure he’s been wondering for years, like the rest of the Bureau, if Spooky’s been getting it on with his redheaded knockout of a partner. He’s always known what we meant to each other. When Cynthia came to have lunch with me last week and Skinner saw the two of us holding hands in the elevator, he looked quite bewildered and a little stunned. Like he caught me cheating or something. Later, when I returned from lunch I passed him again in the hall and he glared at me, and I’m talking daggers. It was pretty obvious that he didn’t approve. He’s always had a soft spot in his heart where Scully was concerned. I think he has a crush on her. Get in line, Walter. I’m not blind to the fact that Scully’s got a whole lot of admirers down at the Bureau. They keep their distance though. I think I’ve done a fairly good job of scaring them away. If they only knew how unbelievably hot she was in bed, or could see this naked goddess sleeping in my arms, there wouldn’t be anything that could stop them from making a play for her. Except maybe her six foot tall, armed and insanely jealous boyfriend. Oh my God... Boyfriend. That’s going to take some getting use to. I’m Dana Scully’s boyfriend. It sounds so... childish. Like we’re back in high school going steady or something. She’s starting to wake up now. I hear her take a deep breath. She’s still for a minute, probably trying to figure all this out in her sleep addled mind. I stroke the silky skin of her bare back gently with the tips of my fingers and she shivers. Suddenly she props herself up on her elbow and looks at my face. She gives me the most beautiful smile. “Morning, sunshine.” I smile back at her. “You’re still here.” She sounds as if she can’t believe it. “Did you think I would leave?” I can’t help the chuckle that follows. Is she kidding? She shakes her head. “No. I just thought I’d wake up and discover that it had all been nothing more than a dream.” I pull her up on top of me and hold her tight. “Maybe we’re dreaming the same dream again, Scully.” I kiss the top of her head. “I don’t believe it!” “What?” She shifts her body slightly and presses her center against my erection. Then she bites down on her lower lip and shakes her head in wonder and amusement. “How can you possibly be ready for more so soon, Mulder?” I think I’m blushing. I offer a sheepish shrug. “What can I say, Scully. I’m a man. We’re primal creatures. We always want more.” “Well, if you don’t mind. I think I’ll pass this morning. I’m a little sore.” Now I feel guilty as hell. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” “No. It’s just been a long time. And you have to admit, that was quite a workout.” Great save, Scully. My conscience and ego thank you. “Best sex I’ve ever had.” She turns her face away. “Better than Cynthia?” “I never slept with her, Scully.” The look she gives me I know all too well. It’s her ‘oh, come on’ look. One she perfected on me long ago. “Seriously. I swear. Cindy thought I was crazy but I just...” She cuts me off with a kiss. ~END~ Author’s note: So, do you still want more? E-mail me. TBishop27@aol.com Life is too short to drink bad wine.