This began as an exercise between Suzanne & myself one dreadfully dull day at work. It is incomplete…or maybe as complete as it will ever be. There is no plot other than Mulder, Scully and a creature of sensual exploration.

This one is rated NC-17 and contains sexual references and adult themes

Ka'a slithered silently up the hallway, and curled himself into the dark shadows, waiting. When he saw the two humans pause nearby, his senses quested in the darkness, then he uncurled one tentacle and reached toward the lower extremity of the one with short hair, his tentacle wrapping delightedly around it. It was covered in a film that glinted brightly at the edges of Ka'a's sight. Scully looked down horrified. "What the hell!" Ka'a heard the sound of urgent excitement in the human's voice, and another tentacle slipped out of the darkness, and ..

MULDER!" Scully reached for her gun as the slimy thing crawled up her leg. There were faint flickers of blue and violet light from the corner of Mulder's corridor, as she got the safety off and aimed.

"Stop! Scully..don't shoot.." Ka'a had responded dimly to the sounds, had started to glow happily, radiating his pleasure...a tentacle slipped up to the human's offering and caressed it. Scully looked disgustedly as the thing started poking at the muzzle of her gun, sliding around the tip of it like...like a...she couldn't finish the thought.

Mulder pushed at it with his hand and it subsided. "It belongs to me...kind of a pet..."

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Scully was shocked, astounded and more than a little dumbfounded. She looked from Mulder to the creature and from the creature to Mulder, back and forth like spectator at Wimbledon. Finally she said the only sane thing that came to mind.

"A pet? Mulder you can't keep goldfish much less a...er..."
"It called Ka'a."

Scully watched as a tentacle slithered around Mulder's shoe and inched it's way up inside his pants leg. Mulder seemed unconcerned.

"Car-ar?? Is that it's name or what it is?"

"I'm not really sure...and it's Ka'a - the emphasis is on the apostrophe." Yet another tentacle reached up to the man, this one encircling his waist, the tip flicking lightly on across his shirt covered chest.

Mulder gave a contented sigh. The creature glowed in response.

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Mulder juggled with the key, trying to get the door open. Scully watched open mouthed, her eyes wide, as the thing slid up his leg, it seemed to draw into itself, becoming smaller, then slithered inside his shirt. He moved inside his apartment and she stood watching him.

"Mulder! What is that thing? It's not a...It's not uhhh..." She followed him slowly inside the room, and closed the door behind her. He looked amused then. Was there something wrong with the word alien? "It's not what, Scully? Not a brain sucking amoeba?...I think it's a puppy dog, actually. It followed me home one night."

He didn't want to tell her how he had found it, or rather how it had found him. He had stood watching the building that the young man had led him to, wondering how he was going to get inside, when he had felt it brush his leg, and he had felt instantaneously it's urgent plea, alone, afraid of the light, and of the...place it had been.

When the lean cadaverous man in the suit had walked up to him Ka'a had flicked itself up onto his leg, and he had felt it's quivering mind enter his. What happened next was surreal and Mulder still didn't really understand it. The man had held up a tiny instrument, he thought it looked a lot like Dr Who's sonic screwdriver actually, and he almost laughed until the man had flashed it at him, then had recounted some cock and bull story at him. As an explanation it was totally ludicruous garbage, but he seemed to expect that Mulder would believe it, and had walked away.

Scully gave him a look. That look. The Mulder, don't give me shit look. Ka'a was moving inside his shirt, and he felt a tentacle slither down under his waistband, and he thought urgently, No, stop...but Ka'a was better at reading feelings than thoughts. Mulder looked at Scully, standing there looking sceptically at him....

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He had hoped for a little more time before introducting her to his pet...a little more time to get her used to the idea of extraterrestial life up close and personal. <very personal> he thought as Ka'a wriggled further in search...

Scully could feel the hysteria rising. Unless there was something about Mulder's anatomy she didn't know - and she'd seen it enough times to be sure it at least looked normal - Mulder's 'puppy dog' had found it's way into his shorts. The front of his trousers tented and bulged and squirmed in manner that would probably make him the star attraction in some sleazy porno movie.

Scully didn't often give into impluse and she almost never impersonated Mae West. But it was either that or hysteria.

"Is that an alien in your pocket Mulder or are you just pleased to see me?"

Mulder glanced down swiftly. "Ka'a - no" he whispered, his tone censorous.

The movement halted and then slowly the tentacle withdrew, the tip finally poking up from behind his belt buckle.

Scully closed her eyes for a moment and tried not to think what she was thinking.

When she opened them again the tentacle was protruding further and pointing directly at Mulder who stared back. If she didn't know better she would have thought they were talking to each other.

Suddenly the tentacle stretched out and across the few feet between them and gently nudged and snuggled in her shoulder like a child.

"He's very affectionate."

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Scully leaned back, the whites of her eyes showing in alarm, not trusting the weird creature. "You still haven't told me what it is, or where it came from."

He gave her a crooked grin. "Maybe it's a land octopus...you know, like sea monkeys, ..in reverse?" He tried to ignore the sensation of Ka'a's tentacle sliding around his body, looked at Scully, concentrated on her, he felt images flicker in his mind, the pictures of Scully he had given to Ka'a.

He felt the alien's attention questing toward her, reaching out for her. Mulder realised what he had done. If Ka'a was as affectionate to Scully as it was to him...he blanched at the thought. Concentrated hard. Tried to picture Scully's smile. She had to smile. The images came back, but it was his mind that associated the words to fit, 'happy', 'pleased'. Okay he couldn't fight that suggestion. Yes, Ka'a. She has to smile, has to be 'pleased'.

Ka'a surged onto her shoulder then, leaving Mulder. Scully felt a tentacle pushing at the corner of her mouth, curling over her lip, then she felt a strange shift of perspective, a picture of her entered her mind, a gentle smile seen through a haze, comforting, safe...then another image flooded her mind. "Ska'li:.." and this time she saw, her lips, looking at her mouth, leaning in kissing her, deeper, his tongue hard inside her soft yeilding mouth. "ohhh.." This was too weird. He'd never kissed her...never even brushed her lips with his own, let alone what had just entered her mind. "Where..." And she felt it even stronger. Image of Mulder in her mind, and she could feel...

Tentacles slithered over her throat, down the curve of her chest . Mulder watched as Ka'a glided smoothly down around the curve of her breast, and disappeared under her shirt. She looked, unbelievably erotic, although she was looking at him, her eyes were turned inward, fleeting pleasures stole across her lips and cheeks, moving her outwardly. Then she wriggled and gasped as a tentacle slithered around her breast. "Stop...Oh, Oh god, Mulder stop it..."

She reached hurriedly into her shirt, writhing as Ka'a moved over her, tickling her, exciting her, he almost laughed, knowing how impossible it was to persuade Ka'a to stop when it raised such sensations. "Scully, hold still..." He couldn't take his eyes off her as she reached into her shirt, into her bra, trying to extricate it...

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Scully was a doctor. A woman with an intimate knowledge of human body and the effects various stimuli could produce when applied to said body. She prided herself on her ability to indentify a logical and scientific reason pertaining to any physcial response. At least she used to.

Nothing she had seen, read or felt had quite prepared her this. Part tickle, part caress, part cuddle and part sensual pain. She shivered with pleasure at the same time she ached to remove the cause. She tried to remove the apendage but each touch of her hand only increased the tactile sensations it was eliciting from her flesh.

Though her eyes were still locked into those of her partner she had ceased to see him. A low moan drew her sight from within and onto the man before her. Ka'a still stretched the short space between them but now it had extended a tentacle upwards his chest to nuzzle under his chin, the tip flicking back and forth as if it were licking.

Scully groaned in jealously. She'd always wanted to do that.

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Mulder's eyes closed in uncontrollable pleasure, as she reached up to hold him, she pressed against him, standing on her toes, stretching up to reach, and her tongue slid sensuously over his skin, rasping gently on his stubble, before leaving a langorous trail of delight, as she traced a path down his throat, slid into the hollow at the base of his neck, lapping over him silkily, snailled over his collarbone. "Oh Scully..." He reached out blindly for her, his hands found her waist effortlessly leaning into her caress.

Scully watched Mulder's face soften, he was begging, pleading for her, said her name and she felt him touch her, almost encircling her waist with his strong warm hands. She closed her eyes at his touch, and then she was falling, his hands saving her, as they collapsed onto the couch together. His lips were on hers, the passionate kiss she'd imagined, his tongue deep inside her, softly filling her, and she responded, wanted him hard inside her mouth, felt her throat open to the sweetness of him, sucking on his tongue, wanted him so hard, her body was moving beneath his, and her hips moved, shifted her limbs, and then his legs were between hers, and she curled her legs over his, sliding her feet down the inside of his knees, holding him, as he broke from her kiss and looked at her wildly.

Mulder felt desperate. He was having trouble clinging to any sense of reality, and he'd imagined her like this so many times, it was so easy just to relax into her, her eyes warm, sensual, looking at him pleasure like smoke drifting over the desire in their depths, her body below his, softly appealing, a fantasy burned indelibly in his consciousness, but this time he could feel her, taste her, touch her, smell her sweet scent.

His hands moved down her body, as he let himself sink into the dream he was having, massaging her thighs with his hands. He heard her sigh at his touch her body moving up to meet his, and her skirt was shifting under his hands, dissolving, he felt her bare skin, and he cried out at her, knowing she was there in this dream, but it wasn't real and he wanted it to be real, needed it to be really her. "I can't stop,...Scully...I can't stop..."

Scully felt his voice in her mind, a faint echo of his anguished cry "Tell Ka'a to stop..." she felt a pain. She wanted him. He was holding her and they were so close. Why did he want her to stop. To stop loving him. For the first time she was in his arms and he was in hers and there was no reason to stop. And then she was pulled through a space in her own mind, felt like she'd been twisted and turned, then the sensation settled into a forgetful place in her mind, as Mulder lay in her bed, in her room, holding her hands in his. He had come to her at last. Was filling the space in her bed, and her mind, and her heart, the space that had shimmered at the edge of her reality, as an emptiness, that should be filled with his presence.

And now he was telling her that he loved her, and she heard his voice, sincere, passionate "I do love you, Dana." He knew it was true. She'd given him a glimpse into her heart and it awed and elated him. She'd made over half her existence to him, holding a place for him on trust, a hope unspoken, unrevealed, that he would come to this place and know her heart, the fear held at arms length that she would experience the lonely emptiness of his not knowing her love for him forever.

She was wearing pyjamas, and Mulder wanted to laugh, wanted to strip her, wanted to hold her in his arms and ask her if she had anything with lace on it. The purity of her fantasy, her natural reserve and modesty touched his heart in places he had never imagined. He wanted to awaken her to the sensual beauty of her femininity, gently expose her to the intensity of the passion that now shone innocently from her eyes, knowing she would burn like a flame in his hands, burn for him. He ran his hand slowly down her body, feeling the softness of her beneath the silky material and his mind drifted back in time, a place where he had barely known her, where he had held her trust in trembling fingers.

She had stood half naked, turned away, shivering before him, her fear visible in the tremor of her skin as his eyes had slowly traced over the smooth flesh of her back. It had been her capacity to trust him, despite her uncertainty that had forged the first deep bond between them, and he had touched her gently, wanting to reassure her, had ached to lean forward to close the gap between them, letting his lips gently brush her skin. He sought Ka'a's help, and the candlelit room enveloped his senses. She stood, looking over her shoulder, no longer fearful, but still shivering, this time with anticipation of his continued exploration.

He set the candle carefully on the floor, then he leaned toward her. His fingers brushed her lightly and he felt a shiver run through her as her robe slipped to the floor...

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…the rich blue silk pooling to shimmering depths at her feet.

The soft cream of colour of her pyjamas had disspated and melded into flesh. She was before him, naked and unadorned. Venus rising from a sea of candlelight and soft threads.

A faint tremor and gasp shook her from head to toe and she looked back over her shoulder at him confused and in fear. Mulder slid his arms around her waist and drew her back against his body, barely restraining his own shuddering at the touch of their flesh.

"Hush…it’s ok" he whispered.

Wide-eyed Scully gazed around the room. She knew it. Dreamed it. Fantasized about it. The motel in Bellefleur – Mulder’s room. Where for the first time she revealed her trust in him and he in her.

"How?" she whispered.

"Ka’a." he answered and tightened his hold about her waist and she finally realised that he too was unclothed. Far from being surprised she stretched and arched back against him with something a kin to a purr at the tickle of chest hair over her bare back.

A lush low moan spilled from Mulder’s lips and he leaned down to nuzzle and nip at her neck. He needed to touch her, to possess himself of everything that she was. Now. This very minute. Opening his mind and heart he let Ka’a see his desires and then gave himself over to the pleasure.

Scully could feel him everywhere. His hands and mouth and his mind covered every inch of her body, though she knew Mulder’s arms had moved no further than her waist. She was encased in pure Mulder. She envisioned them standing there back to chest, an ivy growth of ecstasy turning them into one.

She came.

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'Oh god, oh god, oh god' . Her limbs were shaking, tremors rocked her as she yielded to him, unreservedly opened to let him into the deepest part of her. She was moving into him, pulling him to her... She let him into her mind, he had to be inside her, burning need to sear her, fill her sweet hidden pleasure with heat and fire, quench himself in the ardent desperation he ignited in her. He slammed into her then again and again, she felt him plunge deep, striking the place that frayed her senses, as pleasure erupted through her. He felt it again inside her, rubbed into it, rocked into it. `oh god, oh god, oh god_' over and over again a litany of mindless pleasure from her mouth, feeding him mastery over the swelling ocean of pleasure that engulfed her.

She was breaking apart against the rock that held her to her self, and she erupted inside him, washing him away in her convulsions and the warmth that flooded over him as she came, he was carried away in her, crashing like a wave against a cliff, flooding into her. Shaking, wracked, pleasure ebbed and flowed as their passion abated.

She drifted through darkness that was a feeling not a place, felt him entwined around her like the warm sea, keeping her in the place that had inspired his passion until her passivity became unbearable. She turned into him, enveloped him in turn, the whispering desire to touch, to feel him, to demonstrate to him how she felt, an impulse freed from the translation of flesh. She was making love to his spirit, as if they were ghosts, and that thought was so strange that she became afraid, and found herself back in his room, like a dreamer on the edge of wakefulness, didn't want to open her eyes, knew it, and felt weak because of it.

Scully shivered as his hand moved over her breast. He lifted his head to look at her. Ka'a was glowing fiercely still, not white now but gold against her skin. She turned her face into his neck, and he felt still the unrestrained ardour emanating from her. She opened her eyes, her hand touching his face, her shirt open to the waist, Ka'a still clung to her, it's tendrils curving around her breast and over his wrist, it's body pulsing with light. Still wearing her skirt, her stockings, Mulder fully clothed. It hadn't happened. None of it. It was some kind of fantasy constructed by the alien creature as real as a hallucination. She had experienced Mulder's thoughts as though they were her own and he, he had been inside her, not her body but her mind. And she realised that despite the fantasy her body had not responded physically although the memory of the sensations suddenly flooded her in a backwash of pleasure that made her think she would any moment.

Mulder's hand moved down her body, smoothed at her skirt, as he turned his head and kissed her gently. She marvelled at his casual familiarity, touching her intimately as he tucked her legs over his, cradling her more comfortably. "Scully..." she could feel him relaxing, his body warm against hers, his hand returning to rest over her breast. "Come with me..." Darkness again, only this time he sat close to her, the warmth of his body comfortable against hers. He felt like a lover, close enough to be certain of her, that their separation could only force them to feel the necessity of their closeness in the shrouding darkness. He gazed at the river as he took her hand, didn't need to see her face, he knew she was feeling the same as he did. He had always needed her, needed someone he could trust, and although he loved her, it had never been about love.

She looked at him, serious, her eyes darker than the river.

"This is so strange, Mulder. Not only does this creature create some kind of telepathic link through physical contact, and a kind of dream state, with suppression of the motor reflex system, but this seems to suppress all physical responses..."

He laughed outright at her scientific consideration of what was happening, her disregard for romantic convention making a fool of him for fearing a change in her if their closeness became intimacy. "I didn't know it could do that, Scully. I mean, I knew it had an ability but..." She nodded slowly, accepting his words as a kind of apology.

"So what do you know about it?"

He looked away. "Not much. Only that it's telepathic. And that it's friendly."

"That's rather an understatement, isn't it?" She looked at him quizzically. "Well, what now?"

The pressure of his hand in hers was his only response as he considered the question. Then he responded with a question of his own. "Anything?" The feeling had overwhelmed her, a reckless determination and he must have caught it full as they drifted together. She wondered about what he wanted. "Within reason, Mulder." But she smiled as if it was up to him to make it so.

He wasn't sure how he wished them up or why, but he laid them in her lap anyway and the heady scent of roses wafted around her, as she contemplated their beauty. He realised how surprised she was at the gesture, and he was even more surprised at himself even if they weren't real. He covered it with a flippant tone "Better late than never?"

Strangely she felt relieved that he hadn't made a declaration to justify the impulse and she smiled as she threw the roses in the air, watched as they fluttered like doves rising into the light. "Ohhh. Very good..." he was impressed. Then she stood to face him, placed her hands on his shoulders and looked down into his face. He leaned back. "What do you want, Scully?" He saw her uncertainty. She wanted, she needed him to show her. 'Alright' he thought and then caught a glimmer of a memory in her mind, a glancing vision alluringly private and intensely emotional. She tried to cover it, and it was gone, but he saw enough to take them back to the candlelight.

She stood naked before the mirror, he was behind her again holding her around the waist. He could see the effort she was making to resist, a secret that no-one had shared, and then she was there, her mind was assailed by the sensual image of herself so long ago, watching herself undress in front of the mirror, the fear she felt, not of being interrupted, but that what she was doing would show in her face like a guilty secret, leaning forward, the pleasure in her expression, wicked with excitement as she touched herself, to see as she had done it, and then when she had cried out she had stopped herself, had been afraid to continue.

He wondered around the image, looked at her now and tried to reconcile her with her younger self. "You never did that again?" She looked back at him, amusement evident in her tone. "Not in front of the mirror, no." His arms around her waist, he leaned into her, drifted into her consciousness, felt her pressing herself into her bed, on her stomach, touching herself quickly and quietly, biting the pillow to keep from crying out. 'the first time' he wondered, and the image of Scully so young, definitely a virgin, was frighteningly arousing. He tried to stay with her, not wanting her to see him imagining drifting back in time with her.

~~~ To be continued…

Sally-Ann
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