Title: Honey and Milk
Author: Toate
Rating: Adults only, please.
Category: MSR
Spoilers: Takes place right after S.R. 819.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never been, never will.
Notes: First smut-attempt from a non-native speaker...hey, 
come back everyone.
Written for the Fandomonium Virtual Season Of 
Smut-Challenge #3. 
Thanks to everyone who encouraged me to do this
and to Tali for her dedication. 
Special thanks to beckyc and xangel for excellent beta help 
and support.

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She unlocks the door with her key and he follows her in, 
flinging his coat over one of the chairs and throwing himself 
on her couch with a sigh. The couch answers with a groan 
from deep in its seat cushions, due to the sudden invasion 
of his weight. She wonders if she will have to buy a new 
one soon if Mulder continues to abuse her upholstery.

"Why do you think Skinner won't let us continue the 
investigation on the nanotechnology, Scully? With what 
happened to him, he should show at least some interest 
in disclosing who's behind all this." 

Now it's her turn to sigh. "I have no idea, Mulder. I just wish 
that this had nothing to do with the X-Files or us."

He actually looks surprised at that. "Why?"

"The thought of this dangerous technology in the hands of those 
unscrupulous people scares me. They've already 
done enough to you and me. What will come next?"

Mulder bites his lip with a worried expression. Typically, he 
had been so enthusiastic about unraveling a conspiracy that 
he hadn't thought about the possible consequences. 

"You're right. It's scary to think about what they're 
willing to do to stop us from exposing them. But we have to 
try anyway. You know that."

She returns his serious look with one of her own.
"I know!" 

Sighing again, she drops next to him on the couch.
Her neck is stiff and she feels a headache coming on. 
She lifts her shoulders up and down, trying to release the 
stiffness and closes her eyes.

Two warm, gentle hands suddenly cover her shoulders 
and, turning her upper torso, massage her back with 
soft pressure. It feels so good and her whole body relaxes 
under his masterful hands. She lets herself fall into a kind of
doze, while he proceeds to knead her clothing-covered flesh. 
When Mulder skims his heated hands over the bare skin of her 
neck, she can't prevent a low moan from escaping deep in her chest.

He hastily withdraws his hands and she barely suppresses a 
whimper at the sudden loss. Worried, she turns to look at 
him. His face seems flushed, his eyes a dark, danger-
ous color she's never seen before, but maybe she's just 
imagining things.

Mulder regards her with a pensive look and she squirms
under his intense gaze. She tries to hide her uneasiness
behind some humor. "All this paperwork is bad for our 
ancient bodies, Mulder. We should look for a new, more
suitable job at our old age."

His intense expression dissolves and he rewards her with a 
big grin. "Hey, why don't I warm us some milk with honey?
That's the best way to relax the body, or so I've heard."

"Did you get that from the same source as the sleeping bag 
wisdom, Mulder?"

He waggles his eybrows. "Didn't you know? I'm a pro 
at helping to relax the body and regenerating body heat."

"Oh brother. Why don't you go already and heat the milk?"

Her fake scowl can't fool him, so he smiles at her, rises from 
the couch and disappears into her kitchen. Scully chuckles as 
soon as he leaves the room. She refuses to acknowledge in 
front of him how much she enjoys their banter, but she knows 
he knows it anyway. The thought warms her. Just like 
the domestic noises coming from the kitchen. Since they 
started to socialize after work a couple of months ago, 
Mulder has managed to become familiar with her kitchen 
supplies. And he seems to prefer spending time in her 
apartment instead of his. At least the catering is better, she 
thinks amused. That's when her phone rings. It's her mother.

"Dana, I was planning to..."

"Scully? Where's the honey?" Mulder yells, interrupting from 
the kitchen. At least that's what she thinks he's yelling, 
because all of his sentence that gets as far as the living 
room is an eager "HONEY". She is sure that is the 
only word her mother has heard over the phone also.

"Is that Fox?" her mom asks.

"Uh, yeah! He's...he's helping me to relax." There's 
silence over the phone. Thirty five years of being 
Margaret Scully's daughter has taught her something 
about the meaning of such a pregnant pause.

"Mom, we're discussing a case for the bureau."

"Sure, *honey*!"

Scully sighs and decides to surrender. "So, what was it you
were planning, mom?" Besides my wedding with Mulder, she 
silently adds.

"Oh uhm! You know it's your cousin Peter's birthday party next 
Saturday and I thought we could buy a present together, 
double the budget, so to speak. Why don't you bring Fox 
along? It would be nice to introduce him to the family."

Rolling her eyes, she's grateful that her mom can't see her.
She would get a reproof for that one, but she reminds her-
self that her mother wants only the best for her. It's just that 
her mom really can't comprehend the intense, but complicated
relationship she shares with Mulder, or the exceptional 
difficulties they struggle with in their everyday work-lifes. 
Yet she can't deny that, in her dreams and fantasies, the role 
that Mulder plays is something more than that of a platonic 
FBI-partner. 

"Scully!" Mulder stands in the doorway now, looking at her 
with an amused expression.

"Huh?" she asks, somewhat absently.

"Dana, are you still there?" Her mother demands at the same
instant.

"Yes, mom. Now's not the best time. Why don't I call 
you back tomorrow and we discuss everything then?"

"Of course, Dana. I understand you're busy right now...
discussing a case."

She is inclined to roll her eyes again, but seeing that 
Mulder is still standing in the doorway, looking at her with a 
bemused expression, so she desists. 

"Bye, mom." And she hangs up before her mother can answer.

"Scully? The honey?" Mulder insists with an amused smile on 
his lips.

Later, they sit on her couch together, sipping the steaming, 
sweet milk of childhood memories. She muses about how much 
she likes it that Mulder is now aware of things in her kitchen. 
That he'll be able to warm milk with honey in the future whenever 
she - *he* - wants to.

"Duh, Dana. Getting sentimental all of a sudden?" she thinks, but 
she's more amused with herself than annoyed. From time to 
time, she allows herself this indulgence, straying from her usual 
rational demeanor.

Mulder nudges her with his elbow. "What are you thinking 
about?" he asks.

"I wonder if you'd go with me to my cousin's birthday party 
next Saturday." Where did that come from?

"Really?" Mulder bends forward to look at her face. His 
expression is slightly questioning, but hopeful.

"It was my mother's idea. She likes you, you know."

"So do I. Like her, that is. I like me, too, of course. Who 
wouldn't?" he deadpans nervously.

"So?" 

"So what?"

"Will you go with me?"

His whole face lit up with a brilliant smile. "If you'll have 
me, Scully?"

She smiles back and nods encouraging. "Always, Mulder, always," 
she thinks.

Mulder's smile vanishes all of a sudden. "Bill won't be there, will he?"

She answers with a delighted laugh and a shake of her head. 

Later, she rises to clear away the empty mugs. When 
she returns from the kitchen, Mulder is gathering his things, 
about to leave. The disappointment at his approaching absence 
surprises her. It's not that they won't see each other again 
tomorrow morning at the office, but there's no reason for him not 
to leave, right?

She then makes up her mind, approaches him and laying 
her hand on his shirt clad chest, just above his heart, she 
whispers: "Stay!" 

He looks at her somewhat indecisively at first, but becoming 
more confident, he cups her cheeks with his hands. 
Bowing his head, his lips brush her ear and the the warmth of 
his breath makes her shiver. "What do you have in mind, 
Scully?"

She doesn't answer, answers instead by cradling his head in 
her hands and drags his mouth down to hers and kisses him 
softly. He replies passionately, pulling her against his body
and deepening the kiss until she feels her legs go weak.
Breaking the contact, she takes his hand and pulls him 
behind her into the bedroom. Here, they proceed to strip off 
their clothes, first her and then him, before sinking onto her 
bed and into each other's arms.

Lying naked side by side, facing each other, Mulder is lost in 
contemplation over her breasts. "Perfect," he whispers, 
"milky-white, like cream." He cups them reverently, stroking 
long fingers over the puckered points of her nipples. 

A jolt of pure pleasure passes through her body and as 
the sensations overwhelm her, all she can do is close her 
eyes and feel. Yet she still wants more. Arching into his 
touch, she thrusts her chest towards him, until he senses her 
need. His hot mouth clamps down around one nipple, 
teasing and plucking until she sees stars sparkling behind her 
closed lids. Her hands automatically reach for his head, 
fingers lacing through his hair, holding him in place. 

"Hm, love your breasts, Scully," he mumbles around one 
mouthful of flesh. Then he releases her nipple with a smacking 
noise. She opens her eyes to look into his face while he 
nuzzles his mouth into her chest and plants a kiss there. "Tastes
so sweet, like honey, milk with honey."

He has a big grin plastered on his face when he looks up at 
her, but his eyes hold hers with the most tender, loving 
expression. Rising to kiss her, his hand glides alongside her 
thigh, down to where she is throbbing with feelings for him. 
She stills his hand, more than ready for him, has been in fact 
ready for years. Sensing this, he gently turns her over on her 
back and moves to settle between her legs.

She can't believe this is really happening. Not until he enters 
her, a hot pressure sliding in, leaving her breathless with 
the sensations coursing through her. When he begins to 
withdraw, she gasps for oxygen and clamps her legs around 
his bottom, not willing to have him leave her body again so 
soon. He complies, holding himself still above her, both 
reveling in this new physical nearness they share. Bowing his
head to kiss her forehead, he tenderly whispers her name. 
"Scully." 

It sounds like a benediction, a word he has used a thousand 
times before, spoken with such adoration now, reflecting 
the emotions she feels and has felt for so long. Laughter 
bubbles up deep inside of her, it is sheer happiness, 
because as new and as overwhelming this is, at the same time 
it is so them. Everything has changed and nothing at all. 
Partners, best friends, lovers; it doesn't make a difference, 
because they are all of this to each other now.

He's not offended by her seemingly ill-timed humor. Instead, 
in the tradition of the silent communication they 
have perfected over the years like a fine art, he smiles
down at her and begins to move, almost pulling out all the 
way. The laughter leaves her at once, in exchange for a 
lengthy moan as he slides in again, deep, until he withdraws 
to plunge in even deeper.

His thrusts quickens, becoming uneven, and he dips his head 
to capture a nipple again, biting down on it. Wave over wave 
of pleasure rock through her. The sensation is too much at 
once and she feels her climax building, climbing higher and 
higher until she flies over the edge, clinging to him while 
her - *their* - universe tilts on its angle. 

"I love you." Through the roaring in her ears, she is not sure if 
she has said it out loud or only thought it. 

He joins her with a hoarse cry, spilling into her and finally 
dropping down on her heavy, like a stone. She welcomes his weight, 
hugs him around his neck and snuggling into it inhales his masculine 
scent.

Lifting his face he looks into her sparkling eyes with the most 
beautiful smile she has ever seen and whispers: "I love you, too."

~The End~