Title: Attention Author: Andrea Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR, ER, X-COPS post-ep, Scully POV Disclaimer: They belong to CC et al Spoilers: Just X-COPS Notes: Thanks to Aly for speedy beta reading please send feedback to ardywyn@hotmail.com Archiving: yes, please ************************************************************** I stayed in the shower longer than usual trying to wash of the stench of dead junkies, Edie's perfume, and Eau de Morgue. It also helped to ease the tension out of my body. Last night had been like a nightmare, and it wasn't just the corpses. Corpses I could handle, a camera constantly in my face was an entirely different story. Mulder reveled in it. Getting stuck in the basement was hard on his ego. I think he played up the whole "spooky" thing just to be noticed. I, on the other hand, hated being the center of attention. Growing up in with Missy might seem like the perfect for someone who hated being noticed and it would have been if she'd let me hide in her shadow. But not our Missy, no she wouldn't have that. She always had to drag me into the spotlight with her. I spent so much of my childhood blushing, I'm surprised my capillaries still function. Teaching at Quantico had been almost as hard, the students respected me, but it was still a relief for me to be assigned to work with the FBI's most unwanted. We were almost totally ignored by our colleagues and I loved it. Granted when we did get noticed we were being made fun of, but it was worth for the anonymity we wallowed in most of the time. After finally stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel my head, I slipped into my robe and went into my room. Mulder, who had showered in his room, was lying on my bed in his boxers. Even with the complete body exhaustion I was experiencing my heart still started to beat faster at the sight. "Feel better?" He smiled at me. I nodded and lay down beside him, resting my head on his shoulder, still encased in a towel. "Tired?" "Exhausted," I answered. "Did you enjoy being on camera last night, Scully?" "No," I snorted, "But I got the distinct impression that you did." "Mmm," he mumbled, noncommittally. "Bubble gum pink hair, Mulder?" I said snuggling up against him a little closer. "You could try a wig first. See how it looks," he offered. "Fat chance", I yawned. "Can I show you something before you drift off?" I resisted making any of the snide comebacks that jumped into my head. "Sure," I mumbled into his shoulder. "You have to open your eyes to see it, Scully," he teased. Forcing my eyes open, I squinted at the card that he was holding up in front of my face. "Looks like a business card." My powers of observation can be astounding. "Yeah, that camera guy's; the one who was riding with us," Mulder explained. "Why do you have his business card?" I was drifting back to sleep already. "Well, I asked him if did any moonlighting." "What do you mean?" I was barely coherent. "I asked him if he'd consider making that honeymoon video we always talk about." "You what?" I flew out of the bed, wide awake instantly. "Mulder, how could you? I thought we agreed to keep this discreet. I can't believe that you would..." I stopped as I watched his smile fade into a look of abject fear. "Scully, I was kidding." "Never joke about something like that, Mulder. You scared the crap out of me," I put my trembling hand over my rapidly beating heart. The towel that had been wrapped around my head had fallen to the floor as I leapt from the bed. Mulder took my hand and pulled me gently into his arms. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "Why *do* you have his card?" "I want to see all of the footage they got tonight. He said to call him and we could make arrangements." I nodded against his chest. I should have known without asking. "I'm really sorry I scared you, Scully. I thought by now you'd know when I was just teasing," he stroked my still damp hair. "I was tired, I guess," I explained. "How tired?" He asked while he fiddled with the belt of my robe. "Very tired, Mulder," I told him, but I couldn't help smiling as his hand slid into my now open robe. "Too tired for this?" He asked as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. The moan that escaped my throat was all the answer he needed. His hand cupped my neglected breast and squeezed it. I usually fought with Mulder to let me give him the same attention that he loved to give me. He was not content to lie back and let me have my way with him. I probably got to spend about a tenth of the time worshipping his body the way he worshipped mine. If Mulder and I hadn't been friends before we became romantically involved, I would have been convinced that he only loved me for my body. But I knew that he loved me completely and I quickly found out that having Mulder treat me like a goddess had it's rewards. I shivered in anticipation as he left my breasts, and after placing light kisses on my stomach as he went, he settled in between my legs to lavish me with yet more attention. As Mulder's tongue caressed my most sensitive flesh I was carried away on a wave of pleasure. For some reason when I was tired, all of the sensations seemed magnified. I think it was because my brain was too tired to be distracted by other thoughts and I was completely focused on what Mulder's tongue was doing to me. As a result my orgasm built rapidly. When he sucked my clit between his lips my climax exploded through me, blinding me with bright flashes of light. Mulder's gentle kisses brought me back to reality. "Not *that* tired, I guess," he chuckled proudly. "Mmm," I sighed, "You knew how I'd react and you took advantage of it," I accused. "Yup," Mulder nodded, grinning. I had to chuckle. "So can I go to sleep now?" I yawned, ignoring the erection that was pressing into my belly. "Scully!" He whined. "Oh, alright," I sighed, wrapping my legs around him. "Scully," he whined again. I couldn't tease him anymore. I knew exactly what he wanted and even though I was exhausted, after all the attention he rained on me it was the least I could do. "I'm sorry, Mulder, I shouldn't be mean like that. But remember, I am tired." "Okay," he nodded happily, clambering off of me to sit up against the headboard. This was Mulder's favourite position. When I was on top he could watch me. He was always telling me how much he loved the way my breasts bounced as I moved. I looked at him as I straddled him. His eyes were dark with passion, and no matter how many times I saw this expression on his face, it always made my stomach flip-flop. No one has ever loved me the way Mulder does. We both groaned as I lowered myself onto his cock. After my orgasm I was even more sensitive than normal. "God, Scully, you are so tight," he groaned again, apparently noticing yet another benefit of my orgasm. Moving slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of his hardness inside of me, I involuntarily picked up speed as another climax started to build within me. I opened my eyes, which had drifted shut as I savoured each stroke, to see Mulder's eyes burning into me. I managed not to lose my rhythm when he grabbed my head and pulled me close to kiss me hungrily. As I returned his passionate kiss his hands moved to my breasts. When his fingers closed around my nipples I moaned into his mouth and I began to move even faster, almost slamming myself onto him. He still knew exactly what to do to get the reaction he wanted out of me. His hands drifted down to my hips, and his thumbs pressed into my hip bones sending me flying over the edge. As I quaked above him, I heard him call my name and I felt his cock throb inside of me, which increased my pleasure. As I lay against him trying to catch my breath, Mulder held me tightly with one arm around my waist, while the other stroked my hair. "I really need to sleep now," I mumbled into his chest. He gently rearranged us so that we were spooned up, another of his favourite positions. "Better?" He whispered. "Mmm," I wiggled back against him. "You know, Scully, we could have captured that moment for all time if you'd let me call that guy." "Mulder," I sighed. "If you wore a bubble gum pink wig no one would recognize you." "Mulder, you know how you said that the monster appears to people as the thing that they are mortally afraid of?" "Uh huh," I felt him nod into my hair. "If I ever find out that you really asked that guy, or anyone for that matter, to make a movie of our lovemaking, at the next full moon that monster will look like a petite redhead with a really nasty temper to you. Do I make myself clear?" I threatened him. "Is that a no?" end please send feedback to ardywyn@hotmail.com -- So much shippiness, so little time http://members.home.net/faloona4/atlast.html