POST-CLIMACTIC STRESS (1 of 1) by Lysandra E-mail: Lysandra31@aol.com or Lysandra@mediaone.net Classification: VRH; MSR; PWP Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: Not a one. Summary: Mulder and Scully have a little chat. Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Twentieth Century Fox. They'll never have this conversation on the show, and I'll never get paid for writing fanfic. Distribution: Sure, archive away; please notify me if you do! Thanks: To Brandon, Jen, Lena, Lisa, Louise, Paulette, Sara, and Shannon for the pseudo-beta!! To Ross Livingstone for the inspiration. (Not that he *deserves* thanks...) ** POST-CLIMACTIC STRESS ** by Lysandra "Mulder, I--" *Thrust* "--I love you for trying, really I do..." *Thrust* "...But I don't think it's going to happen..." *Thrust* "oww...again for me..." "You mean that, Scully?" *Thrust* "Unnh ... do I mean what??" "You love me?" *Thrust* "Or should I just take that as..." *Thrust* "...a 'heat of the moment' thing?" *Thrust* "Yeah, Mulder, I love you...although it *was* a heat of the moment thing." *Thrust* "I'll tell you some other time, when our heads are clear, okay?" *Thrust* "Too late, Scully, you've said it twice..." *Thrust* "...It's already out there." *Thrust* "Mulder, the first time..." *Thrust* "...The first time I tell you I love you..." *Thrust* "...I don't want it to be in the heat of passion..." *Thrust* "Three times, Scully." "You're not..." *Thrust* "...Mulder, that's not funny." *Thrust* "You don't find this even semi-comical?" *Thrust* "Let me put it this way, Mulder..." *Thrust* "Yeah?" *Thrust* "Oww... have *you* ever had an orgasm," *Thrust* "...and then continued to have sex for twenty more minutes?" Stillness. "Really, Scully?" "You think I'd make that up?" "No... I just didn't... I didn't realize..." "You don't say." "There's no need to get snippy, now, is there?" Silence. "I'm sorry. That *was* snippy." "I forgive you." "Oh, you do?" "Yeah, because I love you too." "Mulder..." "Scully, it's the truth whether we're *making* love or not. Besides, we're not anymore." "We're not?" "Nobody's moving." "You're insane, Mulder." "You really came twenty minutes ago?" "Uh... Yeah." "I didn't feel it... you didn't..." "Why, because I didn't scream like Meg Ryan in that diner?" "That's not what I meant, Scully. I just... I thought I'd *know* when you came." "Don't beat yourself up, Mulder. Trust me, *I* felt it." "What did it feel like?" "Are you kidding?" "No. I was oblivious to the whole thing, obviously... so tell me." "You want me to describe my orgasm." "Yeah." "Mulder, this is... weird." "Humor me?" "Fine, but can you... yeah, that's better, thanks. Ummm... we had a rhythm going.... it was slow for a long time, very nice." "*Nice?*" "Mulder. That wasn't an insult." "*Nice* is an insult, Scully." "Do you want to hear this or not? You're the one who was so interested in the female orgasm a minute ago." "Scully... the *only* female orgasm I'm interested in is yours." "Good answer. Shall I continue, or are you too insulted to hear any more?" "Continue." "Right. So we had this nice, easy rhythm going, and I mean nice in only the most complimentary way. It was solid... it felt good." "Good in what way?" "Good in a sexual way, Mulder... I was having very good, very *nice* feelings, all warm and tingly in all the right places. But... you were on top of me." "So?" "So... I think I've come maybe once in my life while in the missionary position." "Why didn't you tell me that before?" "And when would this hypothetical conversation have taken place? In the office over coffee? I can just picture it: 'Oh, by the way, Mulder, just in case we should ever find ourselves having sex, I prefer to be on top, and really enjoy simultaneous vaginal and clitoral stimulation. Oh, and pass me that file, please?' I don't think so." "Point taken." "Good. Anyway, so you were on top of me, thrusting away--" "Jesus, Scully, was it that impersonal for you?" "No, not at all; I didn't mean it that way. Thrusting is good, and the fact that it was you who was doing the thrusting was... that was incredible to me." "That's more like it." "Shut up." *Squeeze.* "Ooh, Scully, you've been working out, haven't you?" "Mulder, do you want to hear my orgasm story or are you going to keep interrupting me?" "Orgasm story. Go on." "Thank you. Anyway, despite my behavior here today, or lack thereof, I'm usually very... I'm pretty vocal during sex." "I'm looking forward to that, Scully." "I'm sure you are... So we were going along, fucking and fucking..." "Dana Katherine Scully!!" "Mulder, if you can *do* it, you can *say* it." "Fantasy number sixteen: Scully in bed using non-clinical terms to refer to the sex act. Checking that one off the list right now." "Someday you'll have to show me that list, Mulder." "You don't think it'll be more fun to discover it all as we go along?" "True, that could be fun... why are you smiling like that?" "Because it sounds like you aren't averse to doing this again sometime, Scully." "Well, purely for research purposes, of course. I've never been on someone's fantasy list before." "Scully, you *are* the list. Let's get that straight right now." "I'm the whole list? Wow, that's... wow... I... don't know what to say..." "Scully at a loss for words: that's another. Two in one day, Scully... wanna go for three?" "Mulder, that's it -- I was at a loss for words before. That's why there was no screaming out your name when I came. You took me by surprise, and I was... overwhelmed." "You were *overwhelmed?*" "That pretty much describes it. I think there were so many thoughts running through my head that I wasn't really thinking about having an orgasm... and besides, I usually have a little warning; I can feel it coming, so to speak, and there's normally a nice anticipatory minute or so before it hits me full on." "And there was no anticipatory minute this time?" "No, you just flipped me over on top of you with no warning, and you thrust into me about three times and just... you hit a spot inside me, and oh my God, it was..." "What? It was what?" "It was... surprising, and overwhelming, and *incredible*, and I literally lost my breath for awhile, and I had no thoughts of trying to speak, or move, and I just turned to jelly, and it was a sensation I've never had before..." "A good sensation, I hope?" "'Good' doesn't begin to describe it. It was the best, most earth-shattering orgasm I've ever had. It seemed to spread through my whole body, and... wipe that silly grin off your face, Mulder; I'm being serious here." "Scully, that's on the list too, giving you your best orgasm." "Mulder... exactly how long *is* this list?" "Long. Very, *very* long." "I see... so I've got a lot to live up to, then." "You already surpass it, Scully. The real you is better than any fantasy." "You're going to make me cry if you say things like that." "Awww..." "So... how was I to know you were an iron man in bed? I figured after I came, that you'd follow soon thereafter, but you're like the Energizer Bunny, and... Are you always like that, Mulder?" "Uh, to tell the truth, it's been so long I can't remember, and anyway, I had thoughts of my own running through my head." "What kinds of thoughts?" "Mostly 'Oh my God, I'm fucking Scully, don't come, don't come, don't come.' I didn't want to ruin it all by blowing my wad the second I was inside you, and... why are *you* laughing?" "Remember the thoughts I was having?" "Yeah?" "They went something like, 'Oh my God, I'm fucking Mulder, and it's been so long I can't remember how to do it, and what if I'm completely awful and he never wants to talk to me again?" "Scully?" "Yes?" "How about if next time we talk out loud, because it might save us both a lot of self-inflicted torture." "Deal. Hey, Mulder?" "Uh-huh?" "I suspect I'm about to fulfill another of your fantasies." "You go, girl." "You know how I said that I was all finished awhile ago?" "You're not?" "No, I am. But *you're* not. So..." "So...what?" "Agent Mulder, would you be interested in a blow job?" "Interested? Scully, that's Number One." "Well, you'd better get out a pen and start checking these damn things off, Mulder." "Why? What happens when we finish the list, Scully?" "We start on mine." ** END ** Feedback puts a silly grin on my face! Send it to: Lysandra31@aol.com or Lysandra@mediaone.net and you'll see!