"Snapshots 15:Watched/Watching"
By Dawson E. Rambo

Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, and any other tangentially 
mentioned characters were created by Chris Carter, and remain the 
copyrighted property of him, TenThirteen Productions, and Fox 
Television, a unit of 20th Century Fox, Inc. All characters are 
used without permission, and no infringement is intended. 

Classification : MSR
Rating : NC-17 (Explicit Sexual Content) :-}



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The Pointe Hotel, San Diego
1623 Hours

	As soon as the elevator doors closed, they were in each 
others arms. Scully felt drunk with happiness, and she was sure 
that the few beers she'd had at the beach bar weren't helping 
matters any. Any other time, with any other man, and her alarm 
bells would have been gonging quite loudly by now. The thought of 
what was about to happen sent little thrills tearing up and down 
her spine, sparking little explosions of anticipatory pleasure all 
over her body. She was slightly snozzled on beer, and rip-roarin' 
bamboozled on love and lust. 
	The object of her attention was staring down at her, his 
eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips, his tongue slipping out 
to lick his own suddenly dry lips. "Scully," he whispered.
	"What?" she asked, leaning up to kiss him. He accepted her 
kiss, felt the warm wriggle of her tongue in his mouth and gasped. 
"You said-" he whispered, trying to get the words out of his mouth 
between her hot, oh god, her incredibly hot kisses. "in 
the...parking lot...the...restaurant back in....DC... 
that...you...had...fantasies of ....me..."
	"Yes," Dana answered, her eyes fluttering closed as all 
those fantasies and more washed over her, enveloping her in warm 
dreams of love and lovemaking, of holding and being held. "What 
about them?"
	"Is this one of them...about me, I mean?"
	Dana buried her face in his chest to hide her smile. God, 
men were so incredibly infantile sometimes. Mulder wanted to know 
if this very first fantasy that she had chosen to share with him 
was one that she had dreamt up for him, as a result of her 
relationship with him, or...was he just guest-starring for a 
different man that had been fuel for the grist of Dana's lust?
	"Well, Mulder...I'll admit, you're not Fabio, but when in 
Rome..."
	He pulled back, shocked, and then saw the look on her face, 
the teasing light in her eye. "You-!" he managed to say.
	"No, Mulder...you. You asked for it, you left yourself open. 
Don't complain to me if I zing you once in a while...you'll get no 
sympathy from me, that's for sure."
	She saw the look on his face, saw the questioning need, the 
hungry ache, and a small part of Dana worried that no matter how 
many times they made love, that look would never vanish from his 
eyes.
	"Mulder," she whispered, suddenly serious. "Ever since I 
laid eyes on you, a small part of my heart has belonged to you. 
There hasn't been another man in my life in four years...of course 
this fantasy is about you...it always has been." She looked down, 
wondering if she should share the big one, the Big Secret that 
she'd been holding back. It was something that she had been sure 
for a very, very long time that she would never find the courage 
to share with anyone.
	"Mulder...before I met you, I really didn't fantasize at 
all, about anyone."
	"What?" He wasn't sure that he'd heard correctly. 
"That's..."
	"I mean...I would look at a man, and if he was attractive, 
I'd wonder what he looked like naked and all...wonder what it 
would be like to kiss him, or have him hold me...but those 
thoughts were dangerous, Mulder...I knew nothing was ever going to 
come of them, and I didn't want to get myself worked up over 
nothing."
	"But?"
	She sighed...God, he wanted her to come out with it all. But 
it was only fair, she reasoned. He had made that rather startling 
confession about his former pornography confession on her couch 
only a few days ago...and this was what she wanted, the 
discussions, the slow revealing of each other's soul. Only, it was 
much easier in theory to want such a thing. The practice left a 
lot to be desired.
	"You were the first man that I had involved fantasies about, 
Mulder. The first man that I ever thought about when..." She took 
a deep breath and gritted her teeth, her hands clutching his 
shirt. If you laugh at me, Mulder, she thought, you will pay. "You 
were the first man I thought about when I touched myself."
	There. She'd said it.
	Such a perfectly natural thing, yet something even the most 
comfortable of lovers didn't often talk about. But in a small part 
of Scully's mind, she knew that in an equally small part of 
Mulder's, he'd known. No one, no fully functioning human being 
could go as long as they had without sexual release of some kind. 
And so Mulder would have had to think about it...if only when he 
was doing the same thing.
	Scully smiled at that thought, and filed it away for later 
that night.
	The doors dinged open, and they broke apart, exiting and 
turning left, walking down the hall to their room. Mulder slipped 
the card-key in and felt the bolt unlock. He pushed the door open 
and entered, feeling Scully trail behind. She shut the door with 
her butt, and as Mulder turned to her, she came to him.
	The taxi ride had taken forever. They had wanted nothing but 
to be alone so they could touch. Scully had felt that need from 
Mulder, and had reflected it back, wanting him to know how bad she 
wanted him, how <much> she craved his touch. Now that they had 
crossed the line, now that they had opened themselves to each 
other in this wonderful new way, Dana was eager to explore all 
that it could be, was eager to go places she had always dreamed 
about, was eager to take Fox to those places with her.
	And judging by the way he was returning her kisses, the way 
his hands were moving all over her body, he was eager to go there 
with her. 
	"Go sit down," he whispered. "Go sit on the bed. I'll be 
right back." Reluctantly, Dana allowed herself to drift out of his 
arms. Biting her lip, she caught his eyes with her own as they 
held hands, silently pleading with him to hurry. She felt the 
blood racing in her veins, felt the heat in her chest, and in 
locations lower and moister. She felt the want, the need, the 
absolute desire.
	She sat on the bed. Her hand automatically rose to remove 
her had, but she decided to wait, for that was of this delicious 
fantasy, the waiting...the tease. More than any other man Dana had 
known, more than any she had ever suspected, Mulder was 
powerfully, completely aware of the power of the tease, the 
frustration, the achy, delicious pain that could be caused by a 
skillfully prolonged tease. Because he knew, also, that a tease 
was only fun if it was completed, if the debt was paid in full. He 
was aware that in order to tease, you had to come through.
	She shivered, wanting him there.
	In the bathroom, Mulder tore through Scully's makeup kit, 
looking for what she had asked. He found it near the bottom, a 
plastic case. "Avocado Butter," it said on it, and for a moment, 
he frowned. Then shrugging, he grabbed it and returned to the 
bedroom. It was Scully's fantasy, he thought.
	She was sitting, palms flat on the bed, her shoes 
impatiently tapping the floor.
	He dropped the plastic case on the bed next to her and stood 
between her legs. Dana reached for his shirt, pulling it up, out 
of his jeans. His hairy stomach appeared, his naval an inviting 
target right at Scully's eye level. She leaned forward, her mouth 
opening, placing a wet, soft kiss on his stomach. Her tongue 
licked at his skin, tasting the salt and the sea air, and she 
moved down a little, her hand still holding his shirt above her 
head, her tongue first circling and then sliding inside his naval. 
He gasped, his hands going to her hair. He could feel her 
tongue...inside him, it seemed. Wet and thick and hot, wedging 
itself inside his naval. A fleeting thought crossed his mind that 
it might feel something like this for her, when Fox used his 
tongue on her, inside her, licking her-
	"No," he whimpered. "Don't." She looked up disappointed, but 
a smile on her face. This had nothing to do with what she had 
whispered in his ear near the bay. It had been a spur of the 
moment decision to taste him.
	Silently, Mulder took her hand and stood Dana up. They 
moved, toe to toe, until she was standing at the foot of the bed 
watching him. He started slowly, cross his arms in front of his 
chest and lifting the shirt over his head, tossing it off the end 
of his fingers to a corner, forgotten. He toed his shoes off, 
leaning down to finger the socks off his feet as well, standing 
and staring at her, his eyes locked with hers, a small, playful 
smile twisting the corner of his mouth. His hands went to his 
belt, and her eyes followed. He undid the belt, and then the snap 
of his jeans. He opened the jeans just a little, just to show her 
the small tangle of hair that had been hidden beneath. He lowered 
the zipper about an inch, letting her see the soft, white skin 
that no one else ever saw.
	His hands went to his hips. He stood there, all the weight 
on one foot, naked except for his jeans. His hair was tousled from 
a day's worth of running his hands through it. His beard stubble 
was visible, his hazel eyes teasing her...taunting her.
	"Do it," she whispered.
	He held a finger to his mouth, warning her.
	Dana nodded.
	She saw his fingers on his stomach, twirling in the hairs 
there. His fingers slid lower, underneath the waistband of his 
jeans, heading south. She saw the lump there, and knew that he was 
touching. He was touching himself, right in front of her. She was 
his fingers moving, slowly, gently, stroking himself where he knew 
to give the most pleasure. Scully felt her breath shorten, and 
then vanish as he gave his hips a twitch and the jeans fell, 
landing at his ankles, revealing Mulder standing there holding 
himself, engorged, throbbing, dripping.
	"Oh....my," Dana managed to whisper, feeling the need to 
touch herself grow, seemingly impossible to ignore. He walked to 
where she stood, his hands moving towards her head. She felt the 
hat being lifted, tossed aside. She tossed her head, letting her 
hair free. Mulder's fingers moved to her buttons. His fingers were 
slow, strong and sure. Each button slipped free when he wanted it 
to, and not a moment before. Tugging the shirt out of her shorts, 
he saw the white lace of her bra and had to fight back a smile. 
The obvious, incredibly arousing contrast of her no-nonsense, 
totally practical buttondown shirt against the stark and 
undeniable sexiness of her lacy, feminine bra captured the heart 
Scully's sexuality in a neat, mental picture that Mulder would 
carry with himself forever.
	His fingers traced her, and Dana closed her eyes, shivering 
again. Starting on her shoulder, he traced her body, but only the 
parts that the shirt revealed. His finger slid down, between her 
breasts, over the clasp of her bra, down her stomach. One finger 
was joined by three more, and she felt his hand slide around her 
side, his skin barely touching hers, finding the soft, sensitive 
spot at the small of her back and massaging it gently before 
moving on. And then his second hand, joining the first, coming 
around from the other side...She looked up and saw the fire in his 
eyes igniting into something deeper, and she let her breath out in 
a long whoosh of surprise as Mulder stripped her in five seconds 
flat, leaving Dana standing there in her bra and panties, 
wondering what had gotten into him, and wanting to know where she 
could buy some for herself.
	He moved her to the bed, pushing her down gently. He kneeled 
in front of her, his hands moving to her bra, unclasping it, and 
then sliding it off, and down her arms. She shivered slightly, 
feeling the coolness of the room puckering her. He moved to her 
panties, sliding them down. She saw his nostrils flare as he 
caught the aroused scent of her, the coppery-spicy-sandy odor 
making his arousal notch another click higher. 
	"Roll over," he whispered, and Dana moved to comply. She 
laid down across the bed, her feet dangling just off the edge. 
Mulder sat next to her, reaching down to gently run just the tips 
of his fingers across the sole of her left foot. The light, 
teasing tickle was the start of Dana's fantasy, and true to his 
word, Mulder completed every step to perfection. He took her foot 
in his hand, his fingers, his incredibly strong, nimble fingers 
working the instep and arch, rubbing and kneading the skin, 
finding the tendons and stroking them. Dana closed her eyes and 
sighed, feeling her body relax as his attentions overwhelmed her. 
The first foot completed, he moved to the second and repeated the 
process, using his arms for leverage so he could really dig in and 
massage.
	He moved to her calves, stroking and circling, starting off 
soft, getting slowly harder, more demanding, and then backing off, 
letting her muscles rebound from the attack. Mulder felt the 
tension ebbing out of her body and smiled, happy in the knowledge 
that he was giving Dana something she so obviously wanted and 
needed.
	Her back was next...he carefully avoided her buttocks, 
saving that for later. Running his fingers up her spine, he 
stopped at her shoulders and slowly worked his way down, finding 
the knots in the muscles and working them, using the tips of his 
thumbs to locate and destroy any tenseness he found.
	"God, Mulder..." Dana whispered. "That feels incredible..."
	He smiled, reaching over her body to get the avocado butter. 
Opening the can, he scooped out a modest amount and rubbed his 
hands together, warming it before touching Dana's delicate, pale 
skin. The creamy butter was a wonderful lubricant, and Scully 
actually purred when his slick hands made contact with her 
friction-hot skin. He started at her shoulders again, working his 
way down, kneading the creamy butter into her skin, and this time 
he didn't bypass her buttocks, but used his greasy hands to stroke 
and massage her there. He leaned down to kiss Dana at the small of 
the back and caught her scent in his nostrils, the odor setting 
his teeth on edge. Struggling for control, Mulder forced his mind 
to concentrate on the task at hand.
	"Touch me," Scully whispered.
	"Not yet," was his answer. He continued down her legs, using 
more of the butter to make her slick...creamy. He finished with 
Scully's feet, repeating the same motion he had started with, and 
then --
	Grabbing her ankles, Mulder used them to flip her over, and 
then he spread her legs, stepping in between them, kneeling on the 
floor, his mouth ascending slowly, his tongue tracing the soft, 
silky skin behind her knee, and then slowly, wetly he continued up 
her thigh until he was inches away from her center.
	"Mulder -- you don't have-"
	And that was as far as Scully got before his mouth was upon 
her, his tongue searching and finding her sensitive spots, 
circling her, tracing the edges and the slopes and the fuzzy, 
moist center. He slipped inside her for a moment, tasting the 
sweet tang. He sighed in happiness, and his hot breath on her hair 
made Dana gasp, her hands coming down to find his head, her 
fingers twining in his hair, guiding him, directing him. She came 
up off the bed, onto her elbows to watch, looking down, seeing his 
head between her legs, tasting her, his jaw moving gently with his 
motions.
	Scully felt something, a knot, a ball of concentrated 
passion growing in the pit of her stomach.. no, somewhere 
lower...deeper. It was growing, feeding on itself, feeding on 
Mulder's attention to her most sensitive spots, growing hot and 
moist and full as she felt his fat, wet tongue slid from one end 
of her to the other, circling her most sensitive spot and then 
descending again to dip inside her. Scully could hear him, hear 
them, the wet, humid sound of Mulder between her legs...
	With his mouth!
	Scully's arms collapsed and she fell back against the bed, 
her hands moving to her own body, stroking her skin, notching her 
arousal up again, higher, reaching, straining towards it, and then 
it was there, she was there, they were both there, together, and 
Dana saw a bright pinpoint of light somewhere in the distance, and 
the light imploded and then exploded, showering her brain with 
pleasure and ecstasy, the tremors starting in her core and moving 
outward, ripples of orgasmic delight contracting every muscle in 
her body. She felt herself gripping at him, pulling at his tongue, 
wanting more of him inside her. She felt the crest coming, the 
peak arriving, and she hovered there for the longest of moments, a 
dim part of her mind aware that this had never happened before, 
that nothing had ever happened like this in her life, that no one, 
no man had ever touched her like this, had never catered to her 
pleasure, her desire like this, and then Mulder did it, his hands 
joined his mouth, his fingers tracing her lips, tugging on them 
gently. The added sensation of the short, spiky hairs being gently 
tugged was all Dana needed, she went up to the crest and over, a 
long, downhill rollercoaster ride of pleasure detonating at the 
bottom.
	She screamed, her legs closing around Mulder's head, her 
silken thighs crushing his ears, her pelvis moving on autopilot, 
lifting her off the bed, higher, harder, against his face, feeling 
the stubble on his chin rubbing her so deliciously raw there, 
another sensation to add to the memory, another incredible--
	His hand left her there and moved up, catching a warm, heavy 
globe in the palm, his fingers seeking the hot, hard point, and he 
squeezed first, and then slowly, deliberately twisted it, not too 
hard, but just enough to send Scully over the top again, one more 
impossible time. Scully had never been this wet in her entire 
life; she felt as if she'd soaked the bedsheet, but Mulder was 
still there, the warm, eager sounds of his licking loud in her 
ears, and it was such a raw sound, such an earthy, private, 
intimate sound, something that she had never heard before, not 
once, and it...
	Black.
	Everything went black. The pleasure had been too much; her 
brain overloaded, Scully fell back against the bed, her arms and 
legs going limp. Mulder sensed the change and stood, moving to her 
on the bed. He lifted her head and saw the smile curling her lips. 
Mulder felt one eyebrow arch. A small part of him wanted to tease 
Scully about this moment for the rest of their lives, but...
	No.
	He had never known that he could give someone so much 
pleasure.
	He lay down next to her, sliding his arm under her head, 
waiting for her to come around.
	After about a minute, Scully's eyes fluttered and then 
opened. She turned to face him, her eyes now wide open, staring, 
searching.
	"My God, Mulder," she whispered. "What did you <do> to me?"
	"That? Nothing," Mulder said, shrugging his shoulders. She 
saw the lie in his eyes, the gentle tease, and she knew how happy 
he was that he'd been able to do that for her...to her.
	"Mulder...no one has ever-"
	He placed his fingers across her lips. "Scully...I don't 
want to know. As far as I'm concerned, there is no then...only 
now. And if you...enjoyed that, I'd be more than willing 
to...perform that service whenever you want."
	"If I <enjoyed> it?" Scully asked, openly astonished that he 
would have to ask. "Are you <insane>?! Of <course> I enjoyed it! 
My God, Mulder I've never..." She stopped, looking for the word. 
Well, Dana, she thought...it's crass, but it's the only word that 
fits. "I've never cum so hard in my life!"
	Mulder leaned down and kissed her gently. Scully tasted 
herself on him, on hips lips and tongue, and it was right, 
somehow. There were levels of intimacy, she thought...You can be 
emotionally intimate, physically intimate, some great mixture of 
the both of them...and then there's this. Breaking the kiss, Dana 
mumbled, "I can't believe how close to you I feel right now...I 
feel like I could crawl inside you and pull you around me like a 
blanket."
	Mulder grinned into her hair, his chin resting on her head. 
"I know what you mean." He shifted on the bed, and Scully felt 
something poke her in the hip.
	"What's that-" She stopped, suddenly bringing her hand to 
her mouth. "Oh...sorry."
	"Don't apologize, Scully." He rolled onto his back, his 
towering arousal quite evident. "After all, it is quite 
impressive, isn't it?" His gently mocking tone was lost on Scully. 
She saw the evidence of his excitement, his need, and one thought 
flashed across her mind.
	<Me>
	He got that...way because of me. It was still such a new 
idea, that a man...that Mulder would be so affected by her as a 
woman. She reached for him, eager to return the pleasure. 
	"Not so fast," Mulder said, moving away. 
	"What?"
	"Wait here...I'll be right back."
	Surprised, Dana watched as Mulder stood and walked into the 
bathroom. After a moment she heard the sound of the tub filling, 
and she grinned. The second part of the fantasy was about to 
begin. She threw an arm across her forehead, still feeling little 
tremors of pleasure crackling inside her body. Reaching a hand 
down, she touched herself, and was not surprised to discover how 
humid she had become.
	Mulder....she thought. She wanted him so badly...so 
incredibly badly. She could remember the feeling of him, the fat, 
hot width of him stretching her so wonderfully, filling her so 
completely...the cliches that ran through her mind seemed so trite 
in view of what she felt for Mulder, but sometimes... a cliche is 
a cliche because it's true, she reasoned.
	Mulder scratched an itch that Dana hadn't even known 
existed.
	God, this could get addicting, she thought.
	Mulder reappeared. "Ready?" he asked. 
	"I feel like I'm mad out of rubber," she said, not sure she 
could find the energy to move. He stood next to the bed, his warm, 
smiling face looking down. "Scully...the bubblebath is drawn, and 
the rubber ducky awaits your arrival." With that, he leaned down 
and scooped her off the bed. Scully snuggled her face into his 
chest, once again treating herself to the scent of him, the 
delicious maleness of Mulder that made her head spin.
	Inside the bathroom, Mulder had somehow managed to create an 
incredibly romantic atmosphere. Two candles, one on the vanity, 
the other on the back of the toilet, bathed the room with 
flickering light. The tub was full, frothy bubbles to the edge, 
one or two escaping only to float slowly upwards, vanishing with a 
wet pop! when they hit the ceiling.
	"Where-"
	"Don't ask," Mulder said. "Don't analyze. Just enjoy."
	He leaned over, gently placing her in the water. Dana moaned 
as she felt the warm, soapy liquid envelop her body. Joining her, 
Mulder moved until he was behind her, opening his legs as he sat, 
using his arms on her shoulders to bring her to him, her back to 
his chest.
	Scully leaned into him, feeling as if she was going to start 
purring.
	"God, this is wonderful," she moaned. Mulder's arms came 
around her, and they sat that way for a few long, companionably 
silent moments.
	"Hmph," Mulder said.
	"What?"
	"Back on the bed, you said you felt like rubber."
	She nodded against his chest. "Yeah? So?"
	"I just had a thought, Scully."
	He didn't elaborate for a long moment, and Dana was about to 
ask him what he was thinking when he asked her something she never 
would have expected.
	"When was your last cycle, Scully?"
	His words made her sit upright. "Oh my God...I didn't...we 
didn't even stop to think-"
	His arms found her shoulders, and he pulled her gently back 
against his chest again. "Scully... neither one of us has exactly 
been burning up the singles scene...every time we go to the 
hospital, which with us seems to be about quarterly, we get tested 
for HIV. Neither one of us has rung the bell, so to speak, and we 
both knew that, consciously or not. We're just about as safe as 
you can get...as far as icky stuff like that goes."
	"But what about..."
	Mulder wanted to shrug, wanted to let her know that it 
didn't matter to him, but he knew, deep inside a part of him that 
had just now begun to awaken that it was the wrong thing to do. 
"When was it?" he asked.
	Scully counted backwards mentally. "Sixteen days."
	She was waiting for something, for a gasp, a groan, a 
stiffening of his body. None came. His arms tightened around her, 
and she could swear she heard him chuckle.
	"What's so funny?"
	"It wasn't that kind of laugh, Scully." He paused. "I don't 
know...I guess it's just... interesting to think what...might have 
happened."
	"We've only made love a few times," Scully interjected.
	He kissed the side of her neck. "I like it that you call it 
that," he whispered in her ear.
	She turned her head, finding the side of his mouth with her 
own. "That's what it is, Mulder," she said, kissing him awkwardly. 
She sighed. "But...that still doesn't settle anything. What are we 
going to do if-?"
	"I guess I can assume that you aren't using anything?"
	Scully felt something flare inside her. "Using something? 
Like what? A voodoo doll? No, Mulder...I don't have an IUD, I'm 
not using Norplant, and unless we have a good pair of scissors 
around, I don't think that sponge on the sink is going to fit. Do 
you?"
	Mulder laughed, his body rocking against hers. Dana felt his 
chest hair moving against her back, and despite her sudden 
annoyance at her partner, she had to admit that it was a very 
sensual feeling. 
	"I guess I meant the pill."
	"Mulder, we've been on the road together for almost four 
years. There would have been at least one morning when I would 
have forgotten it, and you would have seen me taking it at 
breakfast or something."
	He nodded. "You're right."
	"So what are we going to do?"
	"Well...do you mean, if we are now, what are we going to do? 
Or what are we going to do if we're  not and we want to make sure 
we don't?"
	Scully felt something warm in her stomach. She turned her 
head to his again and whispered, "I'm glad that you said 'we'."
	"Takes two to tango, Scully."
	"Either..." Scully said. "Both."
	"Well, if you are, we'll deal with that issue then."
	She nodded, knowing what me meant, and what he didn't mean. 
	"And the future? What should we do to make sure we don't 
conceive?"
	He sighed, thinking about it. 
	"Well...can I answer that question with a question?"
	"Sure."
	"Are we sure we don't want to?"
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