TITLE:  Needing a Friend

AUTHOR:  Tracy Aiken

E-MAIL:  teanc@mindspring.com

CATEGORY:  S, Angst, MSR

RATING:  NC-17

SPOILERS:  Through Season 6 to be safe.

ARCHIVE:  Already sent to Gossamer, anywhere 

else, just let me know.

SUMMARY: Scully needs a friend and finds three 

unexpected ones.

DISCLAIMER:  These characters belong to Fox, and 

1013 Productions.  No money is being made on 

this.  Please don't sue.  No infringement 

intended.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: A big thank you to my friend and 

beta reader and encourager, Dominiqua.  This 

story wouldn't have been possible without her 

encouragement - thank you - you're the best!











"Come in, Mulder," she said and then turned and walked 

back to the couch.



He shut the door behind himself and then leaned 

against it.  "I'm sorry, Scully.  I didn't mean to 

make you cry.  God, I'm such as asshole.  The last 

thing in the world I want to do is to make you cry.   

I'm so sorry you didn't feel you could come and talk 

to me, or even just hang out."



She started crying again while he was trying to make 

amends.  He had moved over to kneel in front of her 

and took her in his arms.  However, she had her arms 

wrapped around herself, in effect, protecting herself.
 

"I know you trust me, professionally, but what I want 

you to know is that you can trust me personally, too.  

You can come talk to me and hang out with me and play 

video games," the last he said gently jostling her.



"I'd kick your ass, Mulder."



He laughed gently, and she took her arms from around 

herself and put them around him.  "Thank you for 

giving me another chance, Scully."



"I told you, I'll always give you another chance, 

Mulder," she said pulling back.



He wiped the tears from her face.  "I realized 

something tonight, Scully."



"What?"



"I don't really know you, personally, I mean, and I'd 

like to very much."



She was staring at him like a deer caught in 

headlights.  



"I know the Special Agent, very well, but not the 

person inside.  I know that's scary for you, Scully, 

but if you are willing to take the chance, I can 

promise you that you won't regret it, ever."



"Mulder," she said, looking down.



"Scully, please...."



"I'm not used to sharing this side of me with you, 

Mulder.  It will take time, but I think I'd like you 

to know me, personally."



"I'd like that very much," he said and kissed her 

temple.



He gently untangled himself and stood, but still 

holding her hand, then sat next to her and pulled her 

to him.



"Mulder, this is nice," she said snuggling back into 

his arms.



"Yes, it is.  I like us like this.  Snuggled up...."



"If you say, like baby kittens, I will hurt you, 

Mulder."



"I wasn't," he said with a smile.  "But it is very 

nice, don't you agree?"



She moved until she was curled up on his lap, resting 

against his chest.  "You're very comfortable.  



"Thanks.  I know I said this before, but, Scully, I 

really like you curled up on my lap."



"I can tell," she mumbled against his chest.



"Scully," he whined.



"It's all right, Mulder, I like this too," she said 

and then kissed his neck.



She immediately felt his response.  "Do you want to 

sleep here?"



"Do you mind?  I don't want to push...if you've seen 

enough of me today...."



"I would like you to stay," she said sitting up, 

looking in his eyes.  



"Then I'll stay.  Is the guest room made up?"



She just looked at him.  He had misunderstood what she 

meant.  "I want you to stay with me, Mulder, not in 

the guest room."



Now Mulder looked like the proverbial deer caught in 

the headlights.  Quickly, she said, "it's okay, I'm 

sorry," and started to move off of his lap.



He pulled her back to himself and began rubbing her 

back, soothingly.  She was hiding again, and again, it 

was his fault.



"Please don't hide from me, Scully.  I'm sorry, I 

didn't understand.  I'd love to stay with you."



She lifted her head from his chest and said, "you 

would?"



"Scully, I love you.  I want to be with you, anytime 

you'll let me."



"You want to be with me?  To just hang out with me?"



He shook his head yes.



"We definitely need a communications seminar."



"No, we just need to talk, really talk to one another 

and listen to what the other is saying," Mulder said.



"I do love you, Mulder."



"I love you, Scully, so much," he said and then leaned 

down to kiss her.  When he pulled back, he asked, "are 

these your favorite pajamas?"



"For when I'm just home by myself."



"And you like to watch Scooby Doo?"



"He makes me laugh," she said looking embarrassed.  



"I really like Bugs Bunny, and Marvin the Martian, of 

course.  I have this great pair of silk boxers with 

Bugs all over them, I'll show you sometime."



"I'd love to see them and anything else you want to 

show me," she said wiggling around on his lap.



"Oh, God, Scully, please sit still," he said with a 

moan.



"You feel so good, Mulder," she said and turned to 

straddle his lap, placing herself over his rapidly 

hardening cock.



He slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt and 

made his way around to the front, rubbing sensuously 

all along.



"Mulder," she said thrusting her hips into his and 

began pulling his shirt out of his pants and 

eventually over his head.  Once she had gotten rid of 

his shirt, her fingers had immediately found his 

nipples and began very gently scratching at them.



"Jesus, Scully," he said arching his hips.  



She took one hand and began rubbing his hardness.  He 

was now panting like he had just finished a long run.  

Pulling his zipper down, she slipped her hand inside 

both his jeans and his boxers, to feel him.



"Scully, oh, Scully," he was moaning again.



With her other hand she quickly unbuttoned the button 

on his jeans and started pulling them off of him.  

Momentarily she had to let go of him and he whimpered 

at the loss of contact.  She quickly kissed him and 

said, "lift your hips."   She was able to get his 

jeans and boxers down to the top of his thighs.  



"You are so beautiful, Mulder," she said, leaning in 

to kiss him.  When she pulled back, he grabbed her tee 

shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her.



"No, Scully," he said taking her breasts in his hands, 

"you're beautiful."  He pulled her closer to him and 

leaned down to take one of her hardened nipples into 

his mouth, and suckled gently.



"Mulder," she said trying to get his attention.  

"Mulder, come on, let's take this into the bedroom."



He didn't want to let go of her, not even to walk the 

few steps to her bedroom.



She moved off his lap and stood in front of him, 

pulled her sweat pants and underwear off, and started 

walking toward her bedroom.



All he could do at first was just watch her walk 

toward her bedroom and after he got over the shock of 

what she did, he was up, off the couch, stripping his 

jeans and boxers all the way off, along with his shoes 

and socks.



As Scully was about to climb onto her bed, Mulder came 

up behind her and pulled her to himself and he dove 

onto the bed.  



She was laughing as he held her to his chest.  "Were 

you trying to get away from me, Scully?"



"Not away from you, I was trying to motivate you to 

come in here, and it seems to have worked," she 

smirked.



"Trust me, Scully, I'm motivated."



Rolling onto her side she caressed his cock and said, 

"you feel motivated to me."



"You don't know how motivated I am," he said leaning 

over and licking around her nipple, carefully avoiding 

where she wanted him most.  She arched her back, 

trying to further his contact, but he'd have none of 

that and actually pulled back.  "I've learned 

something new about you, you like your nipples 

suckled, a lot I think."



"Mmmulder," she whined.



"Yes, Scully," he answered taking her breast in his 

hand and toying with her nipple with his thumb.  



"That feels so good."



"I want to make you feel good, Scully."



Slowly he kissed his way down her torso.  He stopped 

and looked up at her when he reached her navel.  "Are 

you ticklish, Scully?"



"Sometimes."



"How can you be ticklish only sometimes?"



"Because with certain people, I'm more relaxed and 

more trusting and with that I'm more open to being 

playful and that leads to being more ticklish."



"So, are you going to be ticklish with me," he asked, 

almost unsure of himself.



"Yes," she said, running her fingers through his hair.  

"I trust you more than anyone, Mulder.  Both 

professionally and personally, even though I don't 

know you as well I want to, personally."



"I think we both have some learning to do," he said 

kissing her belly button.  "I want to know everything 

about you and I want you to know everything about me," 

he said and then laid his head on her stomach.



She reached down and encouraged him to move back up so 

their faces were even, "I want to know everything 

about you, Mulder.  I know that can be scary, trust 

me, I know that, but I also trust you, with everything 

I am."



He rested his head on her breast and sighed 

contentedly and wrapped his arm around her waist while 

she was playing with his hair.



"Mulder...."



He lifted his head to look at her.  "Were the boys 

hard on you," she asked.  He thought he heard a little 

bit of guilt in her question.



"Nothing I didn't deserve."



The playfulness of earlier had disappeared.



"What did they say to you?"



"Basically, they told me to get my shit together and 

if I didn't, I was going to lose you."



"I'm sorry."



He lifted himself so he could look into her eyes and 

said, "you have no reason to apologize, Scully.  But 

what I do want to talk about is why you didn't think 

you could come to me."



"Mulder...I had been here, trying to get some work 

done, but it was Friday night, and I wanted to just be 

with a friend.  To be normal, have dinner and just 

hang out.  I ended up driving around and what I 

realized is that I don't really have any friends left.  

Normally, I would have given myself a pep talk and 

gotten over feeling sorry for myself, but it wasn't 

working.  So I ended up at the Gunman office, that's 

where Langley found me."



"Have you really played video games with them?"



"Yes.  Have you ever played video games with them?  

The equipment they have, I don't even want to know 

where they got it, but it's incredible."



"You'd be surprised where they get their stuff.  A lot 

of it is traded for, or bought from foreign contacts 

then enhanced by them.  Did you know they actually 

have sold games to software makers?"



"No, but I think there is much I need to learn about 

them.  I'm glad I got to spend some time with them 

tonight."



"I appreciate that they were there for you, however, I 

still wish you had come to me."



"I don't know how to explain this to you, Mulder," she 

said, easing herself from under him and off the bed.  

He watched as she walked into her bathroom and then 

came back out wearing a robe.  "You have sweats here, 

in the bottom drawer," she said and walked back out to 

the living room.