Title: Afterglow Author:Andrea Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR, ER, Scully POV Disclaimer: CC's, not mine Spoilers: FPS Notes:Thank you to Jemirah and Dan for giving speedy beta and to Jules for eager input. Archiving:Yes, please Feedback: Do I have to beg? ardywyn@hotmail.com ************************************************************** Now that we were alone in the car heading back to the motel, Mulder was fairly quiet. Gone was the bravado; his testosterone high had faded and he actually seemed smaller sitting there beside me in the car than he had a little less than an hour ago. "Why so quiet, Mulder?" I asked finally. He just shrugged. "Are you hungry? Do you want to stop for something to eat?" I tried to make conversation. He turned and stared at me, his mouth agape. "What? You're not hungry?" "Okay, Scully. When is the other shoe going to drop?" "What do you mean?" It was my turn to be confused. "You're not mad at me?" He sounded surprised. "Why would I be mad at you, Mulder?" "Well, I thought you might be mad at how I reacted to Ms. Afterglow," he admitted. "Why would I be mad at you? Do you think I'm jealous of her?" "Well, not exactly. I just thought you might be mad because I was walking around with my tongue hanging out." "Well, I guess it's something that we've never really discussed, Mulder, but I knew going into this relationship that you have a wandering eye. And as long as it's only your eyes that wander, I really don't care." "You don't care if I look at other women?" He asked as we pulled into the parking lot. "Well, if we had been together somewhere as a couple and you had reacted like that, leaning over for a better view, I'd be pretty pissed off. But if she walked by us, Mulder, in that silver thing, *I'd* probably do a double take, so how could I blame you?" "I can't believe that she walks around dressed like that," Mulder sat there shaking his head. "She's probably insecure," I said and opened my car door. "Insecure!" Mulder laughed, "Why the hell would *she* be insecure?" "Why would someone who was secure need to dress like that to attract attention? She's a beautiful woman, Mulder. Men would still notice her if she dressed nicely. Do you really think a woman with her looks needs to flash to be noticed?" "No, I guess not," he admitted. "She desperately wants to be noticed and will apparently go to any length to accomplish that." I was amazed that a man with Mulder's intelligence and psychology background wouldn't recognize low self-esteem when he saw it. "So you're not mad at me?" He still wasn't convinced. "Well, I think I got the last laugh when I saved your sorry ass, Mulder," I pointed out. "You were awesome, Scully. You can save my sorry ass anytime." "I'm always pulling your ass out of the fire," I muttered. Taking the motel room key out of his hand, I unlocked the door. "Were you planning to stay out here all night?" "No, I just can't believe that you're really not pissed." "Mulder, do you get upset when I look at other men?" "Not really," he said quietly, looking at his shoes. "Well, maybe a little," he confessed, still not looking at me. "Why? Because your ego is wounded or because you think I might be tempted to run off with the next buff guy who catches my eye?" "I know you're not going to run off with someone, Scully. I know you better than that," he was finally looking at me again. I nodded my head, waiting, and smiled to myself when I saw the light go on. "Thank you for trusting me, Scully. I don't think most women would." "I'm not most women, Mulder," I laughed. "Most women wouldn't put up with half of what I do. And I'm not talking about your wandering eye." He just grinned at me. "One of the things that I have to put up with is that somehow, no matter what case we're working, I always end up covered with crap. I'm going for a shower." I took my coat off and hung it on the back of a chair. Mulder watched me intently as I began to undo the buttons on my blouse. "You know, Scully," his voice had suddenly become gravelly, "Ms. Afterglow may have turned my head by dressing the way she did, but all you have to do is mention that you're going for a shower and I'm almost beside myself." When I saw his eyes darkening, I felt an instant surge of heat between my legs. He hadn't ever looked at what's-her-name like this. Maybe the testosterone high wasn't as far gone as I had thought. "Mulder, I really need a shower," I attempted to divert him, but my damn voice had reacted as quickly to Mulder as the rest of me had. He recognized the arousal in my voice instantly. "Why take two showers, Scully?" He asked as he moved towards me, "I'm just going to make you all sweaty again, anyway." I didn't answer him; I couldn't. Apparently my vocal cords were no longer functioning. Not being phased by my lack of response, he took over from where my fingers had stopped and finished undoing my blouse. Mulder's fingers skimmed over my shoulders to push my blouse off and my skin tingled where he touched me. Closing the remaining space between us, I lifted my face towards his. His mouth descended onto mine hungrily. Our tongues clashed as Mulder reached around to unclasp my bra. My hands were busily working at Mulder's jeans and, unbeknownst to me, he had been moving us towards the bed. He lifted me onto the bed, leaving my pants on the floor by the edge of the bed. I hadn't managed to make much progress with his jeans. When he stood up after setting me on the bed I was expecting him to get rid of his jeans. I should know better than to think that Mulder would do what I expected him to. Grabbing my ankles, he moved my ass to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees. After swiftly relieving me of my panties, he slid his hands slowly up my thighs. "Mmmm, you're very wet, Scully." The deep rich tone of his voice made me shiver. I gasped as his fingers gently caressed me, before his mouth covered me. His tongue was plunging into me, followed by his fingers when his tongue moved to my clit. I was so close already, it wasn't going to take much to send me reeling. Sensing how close I was, Mulder backed off, placing gentle kisses on my inner thighs, moving his fingers enough to ensure that I didn't cool down too much. When I stopped writhing, Mulder's tongue began to caress me again. He started moving his fingers a little faster and then took my clit between his lips and sucked on it gently. Feeling my orgasm start to peak again rapidly, I reached out and grabbed Mulder's head, terrified that he was going to back of again. Knowing that there was no going back he plunged his fingers into me harder and faster while pressing down on my clit with his tongue. I screamed his name when my climax ripped through me, leaving me quivering on the bed. Feeling Mulder gently withdraw his fingers, I opened my eyes to look at him. He was standing up quickly divesting himself of his clothes. Before he had finished I rolled over, got to my knees and crawled to the middle of the bed. I looked back over my shoulder at him. His hazel eyes had darkened further and his lips were slightly parted. I thought I could hear him growling. I made a vow never to complain about testosterone again. He was on the bed and inside of me so fast that he almost knocked me to my stomach. Grabbing me by the hips, he took control of the pace and began to thrust into me so hard that I thought at first he might hurt me. My body had other ideas and I came again, almost immediately. I adjusted my position so that my elbows were on the bed instead of my hands. This made Mulder's cock hit my g-spot with every stroke. Now I was practically wailing. Mulder's growls had become constant as he approached his own peak. Then with a few even harder thrusts he came yelling my name, taking me into oblivion with him. We collapsed onto the bed and lay there panting for several minutes before Mulder rolled off of me. Apparently not happy with this arrangement, he pulled me onto my side and spooned up to me. Since we were still breathing fairly hard we lay quietly for a few more minutes. Then Mulder began to nuzzle my neck. "So do you think I could talk you into playing that game again when they get it fixed?" he asked softly. "You'd want me to play again?" "Yeah," he answered in an of course tone of voice. "You were really good." "Well, I wouldn't want to interfere with your need to blast the crap out of something," I smirked. "I'll take hot, sweaty sex over blasting the crap out of stuff any day, Scully." "Well, how 'bout we skip blasting the crap out of stuff, Mulder and head straight into the hot sweaty sex," and I laughed when I heard that growling noise again. Estrogen wins out over testosterone every time. end please let me know if you liked it. ardywyn@hotmail.com