"Snapshot 8:Delirious" By Dawson E. Rambo Classification : MSR,+V,A Rated R for sexual content. Graphic, but not disgusting. :) Author's Note : OK, folks...this is the one you've all been waiting for. :) I want to take this opportunity to thank all the people that have written with comments and encouragement for this story. The title had come from the concept that I had planned on writing only little 'snapshots' of Scully and Mulder's lives, never really getting trapped into the entire plotline-story thing, because I've been burned (ahem) doing that before. But the story just kept growing and changing, offering me so many new and interesting ways to explore these characters. I hope you have all enjoyed reading this nearly as much as I've enjoyed writing it for you. Fear not, those of you that have... been so taken with the Snapshot universe. This is not the last chapter of the saga...but it will be for about two or three days. Summary: Like...duh. :) Well, for those of you who haven't been following the Snapshot series...this is the one where S&M finally get past all the torture and finally do what we've all been wanting them to do for four years. (Anti-relationshippers, of course, excluded.) Enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------------------- The light in the hallway outside Scully's apartment was dim, almost nonexistent. They walked slowly, taking their time, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Scully was as nervous as she could ever remember being. She had been thinking about this moment all night, just as she was sure that Mulder had. The door to her apartment approached, and it's symbolism wasn't lost on either of them. What lay beyond it? What delicious mysteries would they discover about each other? Would it be a door opening on a new world, the beginning of an exciting journey for the both of them? Or would be a door closing on a comfortable, safe past, a place where they each knew the limits and boundaries? Mulder was beginning to feel light-headed, and he hadn't had a thing to drink since the glass of awful wine at the banquet. He knew his dizziness wasn't from alcohol. His intoxication stemmed from another source entirely. He was so hypersensitive to Scully at this moment, so completely attuned to her, that the soft, spicy scent of her was filling his nostrils with...jasmine. That was the overriding sensation that he had at this moment, pure, full jasmine filling his nose and exploding inside his head. They arrived at her door. Scully had her keys out. She turned to him, her hands on his chest, palms flat. "Well, Mulder," she whispered. "This is it." He took her hands in his own and smiled down at her in the dim light. "Once we go inside, Scully...there's no turning back. Even if nothing happens...we can never cross this bridge again." She nodded, dropping her gaze. "I know." "It's not too late," he kidded, moving as if to leave. Her hands tightened on his, keeping him where he was. "Don't you dare leave me, Mulder. Not this time. Not now." "Dana...I doubt the entire HRT could get me out of your arms right now." Mulder stared at her, his gaze taking in every soft curve, the gentle luminance of her skin, the incredible blue depth of her eyes, the delectable redness of her lips. He noticed for what seemed like the first time that she had a slight overbite, and it made her upper lip stick out...just a little bit. That one little flaw in an otherwise perfect face had the opposite effect on Mulder; it made Scully seem that much more perfect to him. "Mulder," she whispered. "It's been so long....for me. I don't..." "Shhhhh," he said softly. "It's been a while for me, too, Scully." He loosened one of his hands from hers and moved it to her face, tracing her features, gliding over the soft arch of an eyebrow, testing the gentle curve of her nose, the silk of a porcelain cheek, the roundness of her chin. His touch was incredibly light, incredibly soft, and Dana felt herself start to melt. He took the keys from her hand at the same time he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was hungrier than the others had been, more passionate, more raw. There was naked, hungry need in that kiss, and Dana felt herself responding to it, accepting the energy and reflecting it back at Mulder, the intensity doubled, tripled. Mulder managed to twist the key, his hand dropping to the knob and turning it, using Dana's body to push the door open. They staggered into the apartment, still kissing, and Mulder swung the door shut with the heel of his foot. Just inside the door, they stood, mouths gently, softly, wetly osculating against each other. Once again, he felt the heated moisture of her tongue against his bottom lip, and it had the same effect; his blood pounded in his ears, his breath catching in his throat. It was so understated, so personal and private; the thought of Dana licking him was arousing in the extreme. They broke for a moment, touching foreheads, both of them breathing heavily. Mulder saw a light, a glimmer in Scully's eyes he had never seen before in his life. The thought that he had caused that glimmer, that he had it flashed through his mind, and his arousal gained another notch, climbing impossibly higher. Mulder started to speak, to say something, something endearing, and Scully put her fingers against his mouth again, silently shaking her head. The look in her eyes changed, shifted, and Mulder read her thoughts as if they were his own. No words. No more. Her hands came up, carefully, slowly sliding his tie free of the shirt collar. It dangled from her fingers for a long moment, and then she dropped it. It fluttered to the floor silently, it's birds' wings clipped. Mulder's response was to move his hands to her braid. He found the pin holding it together and slowly worked it out. Dana's coppery mane fell free, and he ran his fingers through it, spreading it open, framing her face with it. She seemed so small to him then, looking up at him with unaccustomed adoration in her eyes. he thought. Scully moved against him, tipping her head up for another kiss as her arms went around his back. Mulder did something he swore he would never do, it seemed so corny. But at that moment, it seemed like the most perfect, the most natural thing in the world to do. His free arm came down as he stooped slightly, sweeping Dana's legs out from under her. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Scully sighed, putting her head against his chest, wallowing in the feel of his arms around her. The bedroom was lit by her bedside table lamp and nothing more. He put Scully down at the edge of the bed. She smiled up at him, her arms going around his waist. He felt the snick! a moment before the cummerbund slid to the floor. His pistol was in an inside-the-pants Bianchi holster just above his right hip, and a moment later Scully had removed that as well and gently placed it on her bedside table. Returning her attention to him, Dana started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, carefully, wanting to draw this moment out, this exciting snapshot of discovery between two people who had loved each other for so long, and would always love. As a girl, Scully had dreamed of the perfect love, of finding Prince Charming, falling in love, getting married, and having a house full of happy, laughing and jumping children. As she'd grown older, that dream, along with all her childhood dreams, had faded, until she was sure that she was either going to have to settle for something substantially less in her life, or give up the concept of true love forever. Until she met Mulder. She had two buttons open when she glanced up again, a small, secret smile she had saved just for Mulder playing at her lips. She had just enough room to slide her hand inside the shirt, and that was what she did, running her nails across his chest, scratching lightly. The effect was as if someone had taken an electric current and applied it directly to Mulder's brain. He gasped, swayed, and grabbed Scully's shoulders for support. She grinned. Withdrawing her hand, she quickly finished with the buttons, tugging Mulder's shirt out of his pants and sliding it down his arms. She leaned in to him, inhaling his scent, that wonderful mixture that made him so uniquely male. She kissed him, right between his breasts, feeling the tickle of his chest hair against her face, and she giggled. His fingers were in her hair, pulling her tighter against him, urging her to continue doing these delicious things to him. Scully pushed him, moving him until he was facing her, his back to the bed. She pushed him gently, and he fell back on the bed. She looked pointedly at his feet and he quickly heeled both shoes off, leaning down to peel his socks off as well. Scully quickly got rid of her own shoes. Scully stepped between his spread legs, putting her hands on his shoulder, the invitation in her eyes unmistakable. Her eyes were depthless, liquid, hungry, eager, worried, aroused. Mulder's hands slid up her back, found the zipper tab and pulled it. The sound of the interlocking metal teeth releasing was incredibly loud in Scully's bedroom, and Mulder felt the lump in his throat growing, expanding. The gown started to slide down her body, and suddenly shy, Dana turned away, moving as if to turn the light off. Mulder stayed her motions, guiding her back between his legs, his eyes telling her that he wanted to see her, all of her, in her beautiful, perfect glory. Dana closed her eyes and shivered as the gown fell at her feet in an emerald fabric puddle. She stepped out of it, kicking it aside, and- Mulder's heart just about stopped cold. If anyone had ever asked him if he expected to be seated on Scully's bed wearing nothing but a watch, a pair of pants and a pair of boxer shorts while she stood between his legs wearing an emerald green strapless bra and matching emerald green panties, he would have laughed in their face. But that was exactly where he found himself. There was a tiny wrinkle in Scully's brow. He realized she was awaiting his approval. Suddenly, he was ashamed of his magazine and video collection. Pushing that thought from his mind, he leaned forward and mirrored Scully's actions from a few moments ago, lightly pressing his lips against her skin, directly between her breasts. Scully gasped this time, feeling the first contact of his lips there. Her fingers twined in his hair, pulling his face harder against her, wanting more contact, more heat, more of his lips on her. His arms went around her waist, and then she felt one of his hands cupping her ass, pulling her tighter against him. Scully thought. She pushed her weight forward, taking both of them onto the bed. Their lips met again in a slow, teasing kiss that did nothing but make each crazier for the other. Mulder's hands were in constant motion, moving up and down and around, his nails trailing across her back, down to the curve of her buttocks, gently tracing the split through her panties. Dana thought that the feeling of Mulder's finger tracing her body through the silk of her panties just might drive her straight out of her mind. Mulder started tugging on the waistband of her panties, urging them over her hips. Placing a hand on other side of him, she lifted her torso, letting him get them off and down. They dangled around one ankle for a moment as she kicked, wanting to send them flying into the living room. Finally, they were gone, and Scully could feel his arousal against her stomach, pushing against her, his heat and hardness driving her closer to insanity. "You," she whispered, demanded, her hands fumbling for his belt, finding it, opening it, going for the button on his pants, her fingers eagerly searching for his zipper, sliding it down, practically ripping the pants off his body. Mulder stood, letting them fall around his ankles, and then he was bending over, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers, and they were sliding down and off and Scully was with him, her arms twining behind her back, finding the catch on her bra and releasing it, finding the confining garment free of her skin at last, she threw it across the room, opening her arms for him at the same moment Mulder was again upon her, his chest against hers for the first time, the first real time, and they sank back on the bed together, arms and legs combining, two separate souls finally coming home as one. Mulder was on top of her and his weight felt warm and comfortable on top of her. Scully was aware of so many different things at once: The smell of him, the feel of him, the taste of him, the sight of him. His chest hair tickled her nipples, and it wanted to make her laugh at the same time it was driving her insane, and then he was lowering more of his weight onto her, and she felt her breasts flattening against his chest and she gasped at the electric sensations it sent through her body. "Oh, God, Mulder," she whispered. "I can't wait....please!" They had both known that this first time was going to be quick, raw, nothing but lust fueling them. They had been so good, he thought, so proper and right. Never betraying what they felt for each other, even though they had both known it almost from the first. This was overdue, he knew, almost four years overdue. Writers talk about passion kept caged, about pent-up urges held in check by the requirements of a decorous society, but they knew nothing, they were all stupid, clumsy words and phrases. They knew of this moment, this aching, eager moment of naked, unquenchable hunger. Mulder needed Scully, needed her more than he needed to breathe. He needed to be with her, in her, he needed to join with her and become one, to finally and forever banish the demons in his life, in his mind, in his soul to the darkest corners of his existence so he could fill the
of that existence with her, with Scully, with Dana, with the woman he loved more than he loved life itself. He needed to her, to feel her feeling him. He needed. They fumbled for a moment, and then...finally... They were joined. Completely. They both sighed. Scully's mouth was open, her breath coming in short, harsh pants. God, she felt so full of him, so completely filled with love, his love. The evidence of his love was finally, utterly, completely inside her, and she was tugging at him, her muscles grasping and milking him, trying to drag him completely inside her. Scully was squeezing him and Mulder had two choices; try and distance himself from this moment, try and think of something else just for a moment, just for that rapidly approaching instant that threatened to release all his control...or he could dissolve into it, accept it, go down the tunnel with her and see what was on the other side. There had never been a choice, really, Mulder thought, accepting it, letting the pleasure detonate inside his head. Every single never ending along the length of him was tingling, alive with pleasure and sensation. She was to tight, so wet, so eager for him. "My God, Dana," he managed to whisper. She opened her eyes, saw his face, and knew that he was close. "Let me," she said, moving against him gently, flipping him over on his back. She went with him, never breaking the contact. The shift in position gave them both what he needed; it took the immediate pressure off. It also gave Fox the most arousing view of Dana he could ever imagine: Astride him, her hair hanging in her eyes, her breasts gently moving with her body, her legs encasing his hips, and the most incredibly delicious sight of all: The juncture of their bodies, where they were joined. Dana began to move, slowly at first, raising and then lowering herself, moving so Fox was almost completely outside of her and then slowly coming down, enveloping him again and again, slowly building speed and depth and power. Her hands were on his chest, and he could see her own arousal climbing with his own, the strawberry blush of her excitement starting in her chest and spreading until her arms and legs were equally reddened. Mulder closed his eyes; he was close, oh God, he was so close! "Dana, wait..." he whispered, trying to control himself. "Mulder...open your eyes!" she commanded. "Look at me!" Mulder's eyes popped open and found hers, and he watched as she went into overdrive, her hips a flashing machine. She bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes, reared back... And exploded. He felt the convulsive detonations in her body, along the length of him, pulling and tugging at him, and Mulder followed her over the edge, his hands coming up to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples, circling them, slowly, gently squeezing them as he exploded, too, emptying himself inside her. They collapsed, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her face was in his chest, her breath hot and raspy against his skin. It took them a full five minutes to recover. "Holy shit," Dana said, and Mulder laughed. "Worth waiting four years for?" She nodded, her hair tickling him. "Just as long....as I don't...have to wait...another four...years..." she gasped. He moved, rolling them both over until she was on her back, her incredibly perfect blue eyes locking with his. "I don't think that will be a problem, Agent Scully," he whispered, lowering his mouth against hers. It had been less than six minutes since their mutual explosion, but Dana could feel him hardening inside her, gaining strength. "Oh my," she said softly. Mulder said nothing. He didn't need to. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- END PART EIGHT