Title: Nightmare Author: Wildafox Feedback: Yes, please!! Rating: NC-17 Beta-Readers :Tali and xdksfan Category: RST- A Spoilers: Young at Heart Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions. Summary: What happens when Mulder has a nightmare in the middle of the night? Notes: Written for Fandomonium’s A Virtual Season of Smut. *** Scully typed her report, trying to concentrate on it but failing miserably. John Barnett was dead but she knew that Mulder would be haunted by this man for a long time. Mulder’s uncanny ability to take the blame for everything didn’t help matters. She had been his partner for less than a year but she recognised early on his propensity for guilt. Guilt over his sister’s disappearance, guilt that his first case, profiling Barnett, led to Steve Wallenberg’s death. And now guilt over the fact that Scully, herself, had been Barnett’s last target. She sighed, resigned to the fact that she would get nothing done tonight. Closing her laptop, she rose and was about to switch off the light when she heard a knock at her door. She didn’t have to check the peephole to know who it was. She opened the door to a very tired and worried looking partner. “Did I wake you?” “No, I was working on my report. Come in.” He entered her apartment and pulled off his suit jacket and tie. She followed him to the living area where he sat down heavily on her couch, sighed and then raised his eyes to scrutinize her face. She looked worried and he hadn’t come here to upset her. “What’s wrong, Mulder?” “I was watching a movie…In fact, I fell asleep watching a movie and I had a nightmare. We were back at the recital and this time, the bullet…you were dead! Barnett was laughing like a maniac and I woke up…I needed to see for myself that you were okay.” She sat down next to him, reached for his hand and squeezed slightly to reassure him. “The bullet didn’t kill me, Mulder. You caught him. He’s dead. He can’t hurt me or anyone else again. Your profile saved my life.” He snorted. “You wouldn’t have been in danger in the first place if it wasn’t for me. Barnett targeted you because of me!” “Mulder, it’s the risk we take when we join the Bureau. It’s in our job description.” “Do you really think that? Do you really believe that you are exposed to a normal level of danger working for the X-Files?” “Yes, I do. Barnett wasn’t even an X-File.” “No. He was just one of the numerous ghosts haunting me. And he went after you because of me!” “So what, Mulder? Do you think I am not up to my job? Do you think you have to protect me more because I’m a woman?” she asked, angrily. “No! I don’t think less of you because you are a woman. I just want you to know that working with me is dangerous. A lot of people are out to get me and I want to make sure you realise that.” She started to laugh “What?” “Mulder, you’re paranoid.” “If only that were true.” “You won’t get rid of me that easily. I carry a gun and I know how to use it. I know how to watch your back and I know you watch mine. We’ll be okay. You stopped Barnett. You should remember that you can stop them, we can stop them together.” He could see the certainty of her words shining through in her eyes. It wasn’t just a façade. She was here and she was staying with him. No matter what. “Thank you, Scully, thank you for being my friend.” “You’re welcome.” “I should go.” He stood up suddenly, throwing himself off balance. Scully reached out to steady him and helped him sit down again. He felt so tired. “You’re in no shape to drive tonight. You need sleep.” “Ooh, Scully. I love it when you go all bossy with me.” “Yeah. Right. I’m going to get you a pillow and some sheets. My couch is all yours.” “Aye Aye, Captain”. She went to retrieve the bedclothes, silently hoping that he would be able to catch a few hours of sleep. *** “Scullyyyyyyyy.” A loud scream woke her in the middle of the night. Jumping out of bed, she ran to the living room to find Mulder thrashing about in his makeshift bed, calling out for her. She went to him and called out gently, not daring to touch him. She knew that waking someone from a nightmare could be dangerous.. “Hush, Mulder, wake up. Come on, we’re safe. We’re home.” She repeated her soothing words until he calmed down and opened his eyes. He was bathed in sweat, breathless, his eyes reflecting the anguish he felt. “Scully, you’re alive.” “I am,” she whispered, daring to touch his cheek now that he was awake. “You’re alive,” he repeated, engulfing her in a tight embrace, resting his forehead on her shoulder. She returned his embrace, gently caressing his back and whispering soothing words to him. Moving his head down, he let her strong and steady heartbeat sooth the terror of watching her die in his arms during his nightmare. On his way back up, he accidentally brushed her breasts. She reacted immediately, her nipples becoming hard little nubs under her tee-shirt. He gasped, his blood rushing south, causing a stirring in his groin. He caught one clothed nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched slightly. It was her turn to gasp, surprised but secretly pleased at the same time. Her body wasn’t usually so fast to betray her but it had been a long time since she had been in a man’s arms. And this was Mulder, the man who’d starred in her wildest fantasies since she first met him. She’d had quite a lot of dreams involving her and Mulder having hot and wild sex on her couch. Her brain took a backseat to her raging libido. She didn’t even try to protest, ignoring the nagging voice telling her it was wrong. She just surrendered. Without warning, Mulder pulled her tee-shirt off, exposing her heaving chest and her white bikini panties. He didn’t linger over the sight and soon his mouth sought out her nipples. He thoroughly laved each breast in turn with his tongue, kneading the other with his hand, making her moan deliciously. He was chasing the nightmare away, whispering “alive” between nips and licks. Scully didn’t stay idle while he took care of her aching breasts. She reached into the gaping opening of his boxers and gently caressed his silky, fully aroused member, touching the ridge and veins with the tip of one finger. He pulsed in her hand and she was amazed by the feeling. Before long, she was squeezing and moving her hand from tip to root, giving him as much pleasure as she could while he was otherwise occupied. Mulder released the nipple he had been playing with and gently halted her movement. Their eyes met, full of desire and lust. He shook his head and hissed, “Too much, Scully.” She made a dive for his mouth and caught him in a fierce kiss. The suddenness of her movement caused him to fall backwards on the couch, taking her with him. When the need for air became a priority, they finally broke the kiss and concentrated on getting the rest of their clothing out of the way before resuming their position on the couch. He watched her reach for his cock, position herself over it and impale herself slowly. He felt every inch enter her until he bumped against her cervix. “Yes!” they both hissed at the same time, closing their eyes, enjoying the sensation. She started to move, finding her rhythm while he watched her with awe, poised above him, her breasts dangling in front of his eyes and her hands on his shoulders supporting her weight. She was literally purring. An aroused Scully was a beautiful sight. He had never imagined in his wildest dreams that she could be so carefree, so relaxed, so generous in the throes of passion. Her breathing accelerated with her movements, and Mulder immediately knew what she needed. On each down stroke, he put his thumb to her engorged clit. She panted, clenching her internal muscles in approval and he moaned in response. A few thrusts later, she moaned her release while he went on pumping hard inside her, more aroused by the sound and feel of her orgasm. He followed her over the edge with a loud cry of her name. She fell boneless onto his chest, her brain fuzzy and sleepy. Promising herself that they would have time to talk about it tomorrow, she fell asleep in his arms. There were no more nightmares. The sun woke her up. Opening her eyes, she found herself alone on the couch, the stickiness between her legs the only proof of the previous night’s activities. She instinctively knew that they would never talk about it. Sighing, she got up ready to face another day in the basement office with her partner, knowing full well the work was too important to jeopardise with the lack of restraint they had both shown last night. Maybe in the future things would change, but for now, the truth was out there and their job was to search for it. End