To make things clear…

I've had some comments on this saying it's out of character for Scully. And even though those people didn't bother reading the whole story I feel like I have to explain myself.

He looks and acts like an 18-year-old. Scully even thinks he's 18 because of a misunderstanding. In some ways he's immature but in other ways he's mature far beyond his years. But all this will be revealed later on.

Just please read the whole story before you judge Scully… or me. It's supposed to push the bounds of what's right and wrong. And the story really doesn't work unless you've read all of it.

GODDESS

A story by Government Patsy

Part I: Fire and Ice

I'm excited. So fucking excited. It's 6 o'clock in the morning and for the first time ever at this time of the day; I have a big smile on my face. I also have a huge boner. I whack my alarm clock, effectively shutting it off, as I start masturbating.

Dana Scully. She's a fucking vision. My 15-year-old brain is reveling as I imagine her naked. As I imagine sticking my virgin dick into her hole. I come within a few minutes and sigh deeply. This is not an uncommon way for me to start my day. But today is better. Today I'm going to see her again. Dana Scully. My Goddess. With a capital fucking G and all.

It's been nearly a year since I last saw her. The only time I ever saw her. And every day since then, sometimes more than once a day, I've thought about her as I jerked off. Of course she's older than me. I know she is. She'd probably never even think of me as more than a kid. To be honest, I've accepted that. But in my fantasies she's more than willing to see past my age. In my fantasies she's fucking crazy about me. She wants to fuck and be fucked by me. She wants to go down on me, take my dick in her mouth, everything I want she wants.

But I'm not stupid. I'm 15; she'd never go for me. It doesn't stop me from worshipping my Goddess though. She makes my heart beat faster and she makes my dick hard. Even now. I've just fucking jerked off and I'm hardening again, just thinking about her.

I jump out of bed and grab some tissues, cleaning up my mess. I walk into the bathroom connected to my room, throw the tissues in the toilet and have my morning pee - a difficult task since my dick is semi-erect.

I jump in the shower and jerk off again. The prospect of seeing her is fucking with my teenage hormones. I honestly think I'd melt into a puddle and instantly fucking ejaculate all over the place, my spunk firing in every possible direction, if the Goddess as much as laid a hand on me.

Getting out of the shower I quickly dry myself off and stalk back into my room, completely naked. I grab the first pair of boxers in my drawer; they're light blue and have little sheep on them. My mother got them for me and to be honest I don't really care what's on my boxers. I pull on some khaki pants and a dark red shirt. It's way fancier than the jeans and sweatshirt I normally wear but I want to impress Dana Scully today.

I jump down the stairs and quickly gulp down whatever breakfast my mother's made for me. I grab the bag my mother's packed for me and I'm about to leave through the back door, when my mother stops me. She demands a hug before I leave so I roll my eyes and hug her. She tells me to behave and be careful and that she's proud of me no matter what happens. I can't help but smile. I love my mother more than anything in the world and even though I hate hugs and any kind of affection, I'm okay with it somehow to make her happy. I kiss her cheek when she finally lets me go and jump out the back door quickly, before she can pull me in again. I swing my bag over my one shoulder and get up on my bike, riding it with one hand so I can hold the bag with the other. I ride out the driveway and head over to my best friend's house. The sun is rising and the color of the sky reminds me of her hair. I sigh deeply, enjoying the fresh and cool air and thoughts of my Goddess.

"Mate," my best friend greets me smiling as I throw my bike on the ground and my bag next to it.

"Dude," I greet him back, sitting down next to him on the stairs leading up to his house. "What are you doing out here?"

"Ugh, my parents decided to have morning sex. Fucking disgusting," he's shaking his head but he doesn't really seem to mind.

Mark Scully is my best friend. We've known each other ever since I moved to America. Originally I'm from England and I was fucking pissed we had to move. I was only 12 years old back then but as soon as my mother left me to unpack my room I bolted with my football - and that's my English football, what the Americans call soccer - fucking Americans. Of course I couldn't find a soccer field and ended up working on some ball tricks close to a basketball court in a local park. Mark had come up to me and asked if I wanted to shoot some hoops with him. I had no idea what he fucking meant so I just looked at him like he'd sprouted a second head and said: "No thanks, mate." He'd laughed at me for calling him mate and asked me where I was from. We quickly got to talk and I instantly liked him. He taught me how to play basketball that day and we've been playing the game nearly every day since then. He still calls me mate and I call him dude in turn, finding it as ridiculous as he finds mate. Mark is a lone child and his parents love each other. I've always loved being at his place, it feels like a proper family and his father has been like the father I never had while his mother is like a second mother to me. The way they show emotion and always hug and kiss had been a whole new world to me - and while it made Mark blush and roll his eyes, I loved it. It was a loving home and ever since I first visited him I understood why my mother had moved away from England and away from my father.

"How the hell do you know they're having sex?" I laugh. "Are they rocking the bed that hard?"

"Ew, gross," he shoves my arm. "Actually it's worse… I guess I was kind of pissing dad off since I'm not being grateful that he's going with us, or whatever, and when I asked why he was going back upstairs he said he wanted to bone my mom before we're leaving."

I can't help but laugh; that's classic Charlie Scully! I adore the man.

"I'm seriously traumatized, don't fucking laugh," he shoves me again but starts laughing himself.

We're interrupted when someone yanks my hair back. I yelp in surprise and I'm met with Mona Scully in a big fluffy robe, her black hair flowing freely, blowing slightly in the wind.

"How many times have I told you not to throw your bike there, young man?" she says sternly but smiles at me.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I chuckle and get up quickly to move my bike to the side and lock it - I only leave it there to annoy her anyway. "How was your morning, Mrs. Scully?"

Mark rolls his eyes at my suggestive question while Mona Scully's eyes widen and she blushes slightly.

"Oh... I had a nice morning, thank you," she says short, looking down.

I laugh on the inside while Mark gives me a death glare.

"Have you said goodbye to the kids, honey?" Charlie Scully asks his wife as he descends from the house and gives his wife a kiss by her temple.

"Not yet," she smiles and Mark gets up to give her a hug.

She surprises me by giving me a hug as well and tell us to behave. Why do parents always say that? At last she turns to her husband and stands on her toes to give him a sweet kiss.

"Mmh, I'll see you soon, honey, and I'll call every night," he promises her. "And thank you for that thing you did for me before, you're so fucking sexy."

He adds the last part in a whisper; luckily Mark is loading the car and doesn't hear it.

"Mmh," she only says and gives him another kiss, a deeper one this time.

As he moves out of his wife's embrace and sees me, he winks at me. Obviously realizing I've heard his little whisper but not really caring. I want to be Charlie Scully when I grow up, I think as I chuckle and move towards the car with my surrogate father.

It's a long drive. Mark and I settle down in the back as Charlie Scully starts to drive.

"Want a pillow?" Mark asks, handing me a pillow while placing one behind his own head. "It's early as fuck."

"Language," his father pipes up from the front, not really caring about our language but obliged to say something.

"Sure, thanks," I say and grab the pillow, hugging it to my chest as I look out the window.

I remember my best friend's 16'th birthday party. Mark Scully had his whole family over, which somehow included me. Even his grandparents know me as we've met many times over the years since Mark and I are pretty much always together. However, this was the first time I was going to meet his Aunt Dana. Of course Mark had talked about her before, how she was fucking awesome and how she was his favorite aunt even though he didn't see her nearly as much as his mother's three sisters who lived close by. I figured since she was Charlie Scully's sister she could only be awesome. When I met her though, I was stunned.

Hi, I'm Dana Scully, she'd told me with a smile.

I couldn't stop looking at her. Her red hair, her blue eyes. She was like fire and ice at the same time. She let out the cutest little laugh as I didn't say anything and moved along.

She probably thought I was the biggest dork ever but I didn't even care. I spend the whole day observing her. The way she'd roll her eyes when her oldest brother made snappy comments. How she hugged Mark whenever he got close to her fucking lucky Mark. She clearly loved her nephew as much as he loved his favorite aunt. She'd do this cute little thing of pushing her hair back behind her ear. The way she bit her lower lip when deep in thought… instant boner.

Of course I'd jerked off before I met Dana Scully but I'd never really thought of what I was doing. I'd just sort of mindlessly played with myself because it had felt nice. That night when I got home, after observing her all day, I'd gone straight to my bedroom. I'd left the lights off, quickly undressed myself of all my clothes and thrown myself down on my back in my bed and I'd thought of her as I fucking jerked off with more determination than I'd ever had before. I'd come so hard that night. As so many times since then, thinking about my Goddess.

When Mark had told me I could stay with them at his aunt's place while at the basketball camp in DC, I couldn't believe my luck.

School was always fucking easy for me and I'd started high school at the same time as Mark even though he's two years older than me. We always did our homework together ever since our freshman year, and soon we'd both be finishing high school after just three years. Even with our good grades it won't necessarily be easy going to a good college since neither of us come from money. The basketball camp in DC can help us get a full ride, something we both desire and really need. We've both been accepted into numerous colleges already - we just don't have the money to go yet. We'll show the scouts we can play ball and they'll find out we do extremely well academically as well, and they'll start a biding war over us - that's how we imagine it going anyway.

But to be honest, all I can think about as we near this country's capital is fire and ice, red hair and blue eyes, my Goddess.

Somehow I manage to fall asleep in the car. I awake abruptly as Charlie Scully announces that we're here. I'm disorientated for a few seconds but as I remember my heart starts beating way faster. Fuck, we're at her apartment!

I get out of the car like the other two and get my bag from the trunk. My heart is still beating way too fast as we move up the stairs of the apartment building to the third floor.

"I think this is it," Charlie Scully announces as he stops in front of number 32 and knocks.

It feels like forever before she opens the door but when she finally does I'm taken aback. She's pregnant. She's fucking pregnant and more radiant than ever.

"Charlie," she exclaims happily and pulls her brother into a hug, kissing his cheeks.

"And Mark," she says lovingly and gives him the same treatment before letting him into her home.

"Oh, hello," she smiles at me and extends her hand to me. "We've met before, haven't we?"

Yes we have," I say as I shake her hand - I'm smiling like a fucking idiot, but… SHE REMEMBERS ME! I'm beyond excited!

"Oh, you do talk?" she winks at me and I can feel the color in my cheeks.

Something beeps from inside her apartment.

"Oh, I'm making you sandwiches for lunch," she says to us, as she walks into her apartment and towards what I figure is the kitchen. "I set the timer for the bread in the oven."

"Don't you mean bun in the oven?" Charlie yells after her, laughing at his classic dad joke.

"Ha-ha, funny," she yells back.

We carry our bags inside and close the door behind us. I follow Charlie and Mark into the apartment and to the dining table, where they sit down. I sit down next to Mark and soon she comes in carrying two plates with one sandwich on each.

"Charlie, get off your ass and help a pregnant woman out, would you?" she scolds her brother, a smile in her eyes though.

"Damn, you sound like mom already," he jokes and quickly moves to the kitchen before she can throw the food after him.

We eat our food quickly, the three of us starving. Dana Scully eats slower. And she doesn't have a sandwich, like she's made for us, but a salad. She stabs her fork into her lunch and enjoys every mouthful of her healthy lunch. Nobody has ever looked more attractive eating.

"So…" Charlie finally says, after having satisfied his urgent need for food. "Were you able to get some days off work for your favorite brother?"

"I certainly was," she smiles at him. "I could only get three days but since you're here over the weekend it fits perfectly."

"Good, I'm glad," Charlie says. "I can't wait to catch up with you."

"Yeah, a lot has happened," she sighs and mindlessly strokes her pregnant belly.

My cock twitches and I realize I'm rock hard. How fucking embarrassing is that?

The brother and sister talk a bit back and forward. All I can think about is that it'll be five long fucking days. It's Wednesday now and we're not leaving till Sunday. Of course we'll play basketball from 8 AM to 3 PM the next three days but it'll still be many hours of seeing her… many hours of being painfully hard.

We spend the rest of the afternoon sightseeing. I've never been to DC before and I'm amazed by it all. Dana doesn't come with us. She says she wants to take a nap, her pregnancy tiring her out. Anyway, she fucking lives here, why would she want to go sightseeing?

We return home in time for dinner and after that Mark and I go down to a local court to shoot some hoops. We talk about tomorrow and he gives me some advice. He's definitely the better ball player of the two of us, with a few more years of experience as well.

As we return home Charlie's on his way to the small guest room to sleep on the futon in there leaving Mark and I to sleep on the couch and foldout mattress in the living room. Dana is nowhere to be seen, most likely in bed already. While Mark takes his evening shower, I get out of my clothes and lie down on the mattress, pulling a blanket over me and beating my pillow into place. It's not exactly my own bed but this will do nicely for a few nights.

"I hope you're okay on that mattress."

I'm fucking startled and sit up straight, the blanket falling down around my waist revealing my chest and stomach.

"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you," she chuckles.

"Oh no, it's fine," I quickly say. "And the mattress is okay, I'm glad you're letting me stay here."

Ohhhh good God! She's fucking hot. She's only wearing a large oversized t-shirt that ends about mid-thigh and has fallen a bit down on one of her shoulders. Her stomach is protruding slightly under the way too big piece of clothing. Aaaand I'm hard. Fuck.

"Oh, that's more than okay," she assures me and sits down on the couch.

Her small feet are actually touching my leg. Sure, there's a blanket between, but holy hell!

"Good," I manage to croak out.

"You must be excited for tomorrow, huh?" she smiles at me.

I can't believe she's talking to me. I feel like the luckiest guy in the whole world.

"Yeah, I am. It's a long shot but I'll play my ass off," I quickly cover my mouth as I realize I just swore in front of her - then I feel like an even bigger baby for covering my mouth.

"It's okay," she chuckles, touching my arm, pulling my hand away from my mouth.

My skin feels like fire where she touched me and my dick is harder than ever.

"Why is it a long shot?" she asks me.

"Well, I'm good at basketball, sure. But I just don't have the height to make it professionally. And I know there'll be a lot of guys better than me, more skilled. So my shot is proving I'm willing to give it 100 % every damn minute I'm on that court."

"You seem determined," she smiles.

"Yeah, I am," I sigh. "I want to give it my best."

"Well, I hope it works out for you, kid," she gets up from the couch and ruffles my hair, making her way to the bathroom.

Kid? Wow, that hurt my pride a little bit. Mark's out of the bathroom and he settles down on the couch. We talk for a bit but before long we both drift off to sleep.

It's still dark when I wake up. Everything is quiet. I sigh. I'm nervous, and I can't sleep any longer. I'm also really thirsty. I get up from the floor and move to the kitchen. I rub my eyes as I open the door. Oh. There's light on in the kitchen? Oh fuck! Dana's up!

"Hey, kid," she smiles at me from her place on the counter - I have no idea how that short woman managed to get up on the counter in the first place in her pregnant state. "Nice boxers."

She's holding a plate with buttered toast in her hand and she's laughing. Suddenly I care more than ever what's on my boxers. I blush profoundly, trying to cover my ridiculous sheep covered boxers.

"I like them, they're cute," she says sweetly, seeing my discomfort. "You hungry?"

"Thirsty," I say, clearing my throat.

She puts her plate down and reaches into the cupboard behind her, grabbing a glass for me.

"Thanks," I say, taking it from her hand and filling it with water from the tap.

I down the glass of water in one go and pour myself another glass which I down just as fast.

"Damn," Dana chuckles impressed as she takes another bite of her toast.

"What time is it?" I ask her.

"Just past 6, I think," she answers me and I nod. "Want something to eat?"

"Sure," I shrug. "What do you have?"

"Feel free to raid the kitchen and make whatever you want," she waves her hand around the kitchen, focused on her own breakfast at the moment.

I don't know if I've ever made my own breakfast before but I'm not about to let her know that. I eye the bread already on the counter and the toaster plugged in and I'm relieved - I should be able to manage that.

As I wait for the toast to pop, I try to steal a glance at her. She's beautiful, still wearing the same large t-shirt as last night. I notice she's looking at me too. But she's not meeting my eyes. Oh God, is she checking me out? I'm only wearing my boxers and her gaze is definitely directed towards my chest area. I'm not overly muscular but I have been working out a lot with Mark this past year, a necessity if I wanted to play on my high school team and not be knocked over. So I'm definitely bigger than the last time she saw me. As the toast pops I quickly throw it on a plate and start to butter it. I keep an eye on her… she's looking at my arms now. Watching the muscles work under my skin. Oh God, she actually bites her lip and leans back on the counter. Oh fuck no; I can feel I'm getting hard under her gaze. And I'm only in my fucking boxers. I fight it but soon it's at half-mast. I do the only thing I can do. I pretend it's not happening and start eating my toast. I sneak another glance her way… her eyes move down my body and they bulge slightly as she eyes my groin. She gulps visibly and bites her lip again.

I eat my toast as fast as I can and mumble something about a shower. As soon as I'm in that shower I jerk off. She was fucking looking at me. And I'm quite sure with lust in her eyes. Oh God, my fantasies have never been more vivid.

When I get back Dana's dressed and the other two are up. They're having breakfast in the kitchen while Dana's reading a magazine. Before long we're out the door and our big day begins. I play my best but I'm up against some tough guys. Mark does way better than me, probably best of all. Even though I'm far from the best player, I could be the one with the best stamina. As the day moves on and the big guys are getting tired I start dribbling around them and I even make some three-pointers.

At the end of the day, Mark and I are fooling around and joking by the side of the court. We're both soaked in sweat and drinking loads of water. Most of the other guys have hit the showers already but I notice one talent scout still in the bleachers. I'd walked past him earlier during one of the breaks and peaked over his shoulder to see the logo from Duke University on his note sheet. He's observing two guys fooling around on the court with a ball, taking turns trying to hit three-pointers.

"He's from Duke," I whisper to Mark.

He's immediately alert. I could never get into Duke on a basketball scholarship but Mark has an honest to God chance, he's good enough.

"Wanna go to North Carolina?" I ask my best friend in the world, a smirk on my face.

"Mate!" his eyes are wide open. "What do you have in mind?"

I chuckle and run onto the court, the two guys stop what they're doing and look at me, frowning as they wonder what the hell I want.

"Hey, two on two?" I ask them cheekily, pointing at Mark who walks over by my side.

"Is this a joke?" the tallest of them ask us. "What are you? Like 16?"

"He's 16, I'm 15," I tell them.

"Your friend might be a ball player, but you'll never be," the other one of them laughs.

I glance towards the bleachers and the talent scout is on the edge of his seat, watching us intently. I'm damn near 6 feet tall and I tower over my mother, but in a way they're right. I lack the height and the skills but I'm sure I can beat them in endurance. Mark's 6'4" and he's the most skilled player here that I've seen.

"So you have nothing to lose then," I shrug.

They look at each other, clearly annoyed with me.

"Sure, we'll play you," the bigger one says.

Mark and I exchange a nod and smirk at each other. We let them get in the lead. Then, as the bigger one is about to make the same move he's made the last four times, Mark snatches the ball as easy as stealing candy from a baby, and jumps up to dunk the ball in the net. I hold my hand out as he moves back in position and he slaps it. The game is ours now. It's almost embarrassing how easily Mark can get the ball from them. He's on the ball and I'm on the other guy, tiring him out. We switch guys sometimes, easily making a cross, tiring both of their asses down. Mark's getting cocky and he's even dribbling it through his opponent's legs. They're getting more and more pissed with us but we're having the time of our lives.

I stand a bit back, suddenly moving ahead, as if for Mark to pass to me - the big guy follows me and Mark makes as if he's going to pass it. His guy takes a step to the side, just like Mark wants him to. But Mark doesn't pass it, he makes a turn and throws the ball against the hoop, not even taking a second to aim and… nothing but net.

The Duke guy gives him a standing ovation. To be honest, I'd nearly forgot he was there, but as I remember I give Mark the biggest smile and pat him on the back.

"Fucking Duke!" I half whisper excitedly.

We're one point away from victory against these schmucks. Mark gets past his man easily and he's just about to dunk the ball in the net, but midair the big guy pushes him. Downright fucking pushes him, his hands pushing him away. There's a big clonk and my blood freezes. I can't see a fucking thing because the big ass guy is blocking my view. I run past him and see Mark on the ground. The whites of his eyes are turning out as they flutter and his head is fucking bleeding.

"HEEELP!" I yelp as I kneel down beside my best fucking friend. "Mark, for fuck's sake!"

I don't want to do anything to hurt him further.

"Mark, I'm here," I tell him desperately. "Stay calm, okay?"

I look up and people are running towards us from every direction.

The next few hours are a blur. I'm about to launch at the fucker who did this but someone holds me back, asking if I want to go in the ambulance with my friend. I quickly forget about killing the fucker and turn back to my friend. He comes to in the ambulance and I'm so relieved he seems fine. After several checks and tests it's confirmed that it's only a concussion. It could have been so much worse though. For Mark it doesn't matter; he can't play basketball for at least a month and he feels like his life is over. I understand he's disappointed. He was the best fucking player there and so close to Duke. Fucking Duke! But I'm just so endlessly happy he's okay.

We're going home to the apartment soon. Charlie will drop me off and stay with his son in the hospital and then we'll leave in the morning. I guess my long shot is a no shot at all now. I don't even care, my friend is going to be fine, and it's all I could ever ask for.

At the apartment Charlie tells his sister about everything that's happened. She's worried and ready to leave for the hospital but when he convinces her Mark's fine she calms down instantly.

"I don't know about this one," Charlie finally says, patting my shoulder. "Could he stay here till Sunday maybe?"

I look up at Charlie in utter surprise and shock. What the fuck? I was sure I'd be going home.

"Oh," Dana's clearly surprised as well and she looks me up and down. "Yeah, of course. I can drive him home Sunday."

"No," I shake my head. "It's too much trouble, you really don't have to…"

"Oh shush, kid," she chuckles. "This is your shot, remember? Now go call your mother and let her know what's happened."

"Thank you… so much," I say, truly grateful.

I call my mother as I'm told and soon after Charlie leaves. Panic sets in. I'm alone with her! I'm going to be alone with her for days! The looks she gave me this morning… aaaand I'm hard.

She cooks us dinner. It doesn't take her long and soon we're eating in silence. She makes small talk about my day, asking me about basketball, but I'm rather preoccupied thinking about her naked. She's wearing a loose, checkered shirt, the top few buttons opened. There's a hint of cleavage. I'm trying to eye her bra and finally notice the black strop visible on her shoulder. Oh, how little it would take to tear that shirt off her amazing body.

"Hey, kid," she says finally gaining my attention. "My eyes are up here."

She's smiling but I'm beyond embarrassed and I quickly look down on my plate as I continue to eat.

"Oh, I don't blame you," she chuckles. "I can't believe how much they've grown during my pregnancy. I'm sure I'd stare too, don't worry."

I just nod. I'm not gonna reveal I wasn't just looking at her big breasts but also trying to figure out how fastest to undress her.

As we finish dinner I clean up in the kitchen, saying it's the least I can do. She seems pleased with this and thanks me. As I'm finished I return to the living room.

"Come, sit down on the couch," she tells me as she herself gets up from it. "I'll make us something to drink. Is tea okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine," I smile and nod, sitting down as she asked me to.

I take deep breaths and coax myself to act normal while she's in the kitchen. She returns soon with two tea mugs, handing me one of them.

"Okay, kid," she sighs, setting her mug down after having a sip. "You're gonna be here for a few days so we might as well make the best of it."

"Okay…" I say very uncertainly.

"You can talk to me, I don't bite," she says lovingly, touching my arm with her warm hand.

"Yeah, okay," I nod and try to smile.

"Is something wrong? Have I done something wrong?" she seems worried.

I sigh and put my mug down next to hers. "You haven't done anything wrong at all!"

"Good," she smiles. "Let's have a normal conversation then. Ask me something, kid."

"Ask you?" I'm completely blank. "Ask you what?"

"Anything," she chuckles.

"Okay…" I think about it. "So… how far along are you?"

I point to her belly and she instantly puts her small hand over her bump.

"Nearly 25 weeks," she says. "Just over 6 months."

"And… the father?" I look down - this is too personal, what the hell am I doing?

"He's not around," she sighs, not minding my question one bit.

"Oh, was he…" oh fuck no, don't ask her that!

"A one-night-stand?" she finishes for me, chuckling. I nod, amazed. "No, not really. He was a guy in my life. More than a friend, but not quite a boyfriend. It was complicated."

"Does he know about it?" I ask her shyly.

"No, he doesn't… he died… before I could tell him," she pushes her hair behind her ear but looks me dead in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," is all I say, but I mean it. I mean it so much, from deep within my heart.

"I've found peace with it," she nods. "I want this baby so much. I already love my child."

"You'll probably be an amazing mother," I say and I mean it too.

"Is that how you think of me?" she chuckles. "As a mother?"

"Oh, not quite," I can't help but chuckle.

"No?" she leans back in the couch, her eyes curious. "How then?"

"Well…" I sigh. "You're beautiful, I guess. That's how I think of you."

"Oh," she doesn't seem surprised, she just smiles. "Thank you, kid."

"Is that how you think of me?" I challenge her back, pulling my leg up under me to better face her. "As a kid?"

"Not really," she smiles at me. "You're not really a kid, are you? You're just a lot younger than me."

"You're right, I'm not a kid," I let her know.

"Mmh, I've noticed," she nods her head. "You're very mature for your age. And very smart too."

"So I've been told," I smirk.

"So, a mature young man like yourself… do you have a girlfriend back home?"

"Oh no," I blush a bit. "None of that."

"Why not?" she wonders.

Because I jerk off to you every single day and you're the only woman ever on my mind.

"No reason really," I chuckle nervously.

"Did I make you uncomfortable this morning?" she asks me, biting her lip.

Oh I fucking wish she wouldn't bite her lip when I'm so close to her, she drives me mad.

"This morning?" I can't really remember anything before this moment.

"In the kitchen," she clarifies. "I know you noticed I was… looking at you."

"Oh yeah," I bite my own lip. "No, not really uncomfortable per say."

"Well, I'm sorry. It wasn't appropriate," she sighs. "You just have a very… nice body… and this pregnancy, my hormones."

"Oh I understand hormones," I say seriously, making her laugh - oh god what a beautiful laughter.

"Right," she smiles. "So can I ask you something? Something a bit private?"

"Sure," I nod, enjoying this talk immensely.

"Are you a virgin?" she asks bluntly, gaging my reaction.

I look down to my hands, fidgeting with my pants. "Yeah, I am."

"I was too at your age," she says and takes my hand, stopping my nervous action. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I haven't even kissed a girl…" I admit, not meeting her eyes.

"You will," she promises, squeezing my hand.

"Hopefully someone like you," I say before I can stop myself.

I look up in shock but she's not offended or horrified.

"You're very sweet, kid," she smiles at me.

"I thought I wasn't a kid," I'm not afraid to challenge her suddenly.

"It's better if I call you that."

"Why?" I wonder.

"It's better if I think of you as a kid… because I shouldn't forget that you're my nephew's best friend or that you're very young. Because I'm attracted to you."

My heart is racing, her hand is still touching mine and our eyes are locked.

"You can forget about all of that if you want," I have no idea where I fucking got the balls to say that out loud - damn my dick is hard, it feels like it's gonna explode.

She closes her eyes and sighs deeply. Then she stands up from the couch. I'm beyond disappointed. And half afraid she's going to tell Charlie or Mark that I came on to her.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she says, her voice deeper and more singing than before.

I just sit there dumbfounded. How the hell could I have thought she could forget that? I shake my head in despair. Maybe I should just go home tomorrow and save myself from further humiliation.

I can hear her shower turn on. And that's when a crazy thought hits me. Did she want me to join her? I look up. No, she couldn't have meant that… although she has left the door to her bedroom open - why would she do that? I get up and walk over there. The door to her bathroom is open too. I take a deep breath and move towards the door and that's when I see her. She hasn't gotten in the shower yet, and she's facing me. She's wearing a white robe but it's not closed and I can see her amazing breasts, her small protruding belly and the curly hairs between her legs. I will myself not to come in my pants and close my open mouth. Fuck, she's so beautiful.

"You should take your clothes off," she says seductively.

"Mmng," I groan and quickly discard my clothes, all of them, until I'm standing before her as naked as the day I was born. My dick is pointing straight towards her, harder than ever before.

"Oh, God," she moans at the sight of it and it jumps with pride.

I take two long strides and I'm right in front of her. My dick is actually poking her belly, fuck that's hot. I move her robe down her arms and let it fall to the floor as I look at her body. I've seen it in my head a billion times but nothing compares to standing right here in front of it in real life and looking at her. She leans up and places her arms around my neck. I put my own arms around her; oh fuck just her naked back feels amazing. She's so soft and perfect. There's even more friction between us now, I'm trying so hard not to come as my dick rubs against her belly.

She pulls my head down with her hands behind my neck, and ever so slowly our lips grace each other. I'm so happy I feel like I'm exploding, I can't help groaning into our kiss. Of fuck I didn't just feel like exploding…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, mmh-nooo!" I groan as my hands hold her close to me and I burrow my head in her hair - coming all over her belly and thighs. "Sorry. Oh fuck no, I'm so sorry."

I feel like the biggest loser on the whole planet.

"Mmh, it's okay," she whispers against my chest, pushing me back slightly. "I expected that to happen sooner rather than later."

"Gee, thanks," I sigh disappointed.

"No, it's good, now you can last longer the next time," she smiles seductively at me.

Next time? Fucking brilliant! Suddenly my face lights up and she chuckles at me.

"C'mon the water's warm," she says and takes my hand, moving us into the shower stall.

She starts by lathering me up and within a few seconds I'm hard again.

"Wow, impressive," she says, kissing my jaw.

"Mmh, the perks of youth," I say, as I'm thoroughly enjoying all the attention I'm getting.

I can't fucking believe I'm having a shower with Dana Scully! That I fucking just came on her… I'm the luckiest man alive!

Her hand moves down, lathering up my hard erection now. Oh nothing has ever felt as good as her hand on me. She strokes it ever so slowly just a few times and I'm so proud I don't come again.

"Mmh, good boy," she says, making my dick jump with excitement. "Now you do me."

Ohhh, she does not have to tell me twice! I grab the soap eagerly and start building up lather. I take a deep breath before running my hands down her arms. Then down to her stomach and down her legs. She turns around and I soap her back and shoulders before moving down to her ass. Oh god that's a nice ass. I know I don't have anything to compare it to but they can't come better than this. Not too big, not too small, firm, amazing. I move my hands up to her side and to her front, pulling her back against my body. She leans her head back on my shoulder and I move down and capture her lips with my own. I kiss her gently, even though every fiber in my body is telling me to ravage her. I can't believe how amazing it feels just kissing her. She moans into our kiss and opens her mouth. Oh fuck, oh God. I open my own mouth and her tongue gently swirls around mine. Mmmmh. I move my hands from her stomach and to her breasts and I squeeze them lovingly, groaning into our kiss and trying so hard not to come.

We stand like this for several minutes. The water cascading down our naked bodies as we slowly kiss, more heated for every second that passes. My hands are massaging her breasts and her own hands are over mine, showing me how to touch her. My hard dick is trapped behind her back and threatening to erupt again.

I nearly fall over when she pushes me back slightly, making her giggle softly. My legs feel like rubber, and I can hardly think straight.

"Go dry yourself off and wait for me on the bed," she says, gently pushing me out of the shower.

I oblige her fully. I quickly grab one of the towels on the rack and dry myself off before going back into her bedroom, sitting down on the side of the bed. I close my eyes and take some deep breaths and calm down slightly. I don't want to embarrass myself again; I want to last this time. My heart starts beating even faster as I realize I'm about to have sex with Dana Scully. I've dreamt about this for a year but I'd never thought it would really happen. As I open my eyes again she's walking into the bedroom. Completely naked. Whichever amount I'd managed to calm down is all wasted.

She walks over to the bed and I'm completely hypnotized by the way her breasts are swaying as she moves. She grabs a pillow on the bed and throws it down on the floor by my feet. I have no idea what's going on until she gets down on her knees in front of me.

"Sweet Jesus!" I yelp as she gives the head of my erect penis a shy little lick.

I lean back slightly on the bed, still sitting up, my hands desperately clutching the bedspread. Her hands are on my knees but they move up my thighs while she's looking me straight in the eyes, her own glinting with mischief. Her hand reaches my penis and she gives it a few slow strokes. Oh fuck, this feels so much better than my own hand. There's so much pre-ejaculate leaking from my dick and she easily moves her hand over the head of it a few times at the end of her strokes, purposefully making my dick more slick and her strokes more smooth. I can't help groaning and breathing loudly, this is too good. She moves her head down to my penis and moves her mouth down over it, all the while looking me in the eyes. Oh holy fuck, this is a sight I'm always going to remember. I groan loudly before biting down on my lip - I do not want to come within a second!

She moves her head up and down while using her hand by the base of my penis. It's incredible, her mouth is so fucking hot and I can feel my already hard penis increasing even more in size inside her mouth. As she moans with me inside of her and starts running her tongue up the underside of my penis as she moves up and down, I have to close my eyes, willing myself not to come. Now her tongue is swirling around my head while her hand is moving up and down my length. I never knew anything could feel this good, it feels too good!

"Mmh," I mumble. "Gonna… mmh, come if you, ugh- continue."

She moans against my head and moves back, still stroking cock with a fast grip but removing her mouth. I look down at her, with a small smile on my face, breathing loudly.

"Mmh, your cock is really big," she says seductively and I can't fucking hold it in any longer.

"Uhm-fuck," I mutter as I squirt her right in the face.

I'm horrified at first but she just keeps stroking me as I come, lowering my penis slightly so the semen ends up on her chest instead of in her face.

I've never come so much before. There are a few streaks across her face, right under her eye and on her chin, and her upper chest is covered too.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, lying down on the bed and closing my eyes, feeling like an utter loser for coming her in the face and once again coming prematurely.

"Mmh, it's alright," she chuckles. "You warned me and I kept pleasuring you."

"Yeah," I slowly sit up and look down at her.

She's stroking my thighs softly and looking at me tenderly.

"How did it feel?" she asks me softly.

"Amazing," I say without missing a beat.

She giggles and I can't help but smile. I wipe some semen off her chin but before I can remove my finger, she takes my wrist and guides the finger to her mouth, licking the semen off of it slowly, moaning, as she tastes my essence. Something stirs in my limp and spent dick. I groan at the sight of that.

"Mmh, you taste quite sweet," she smiles at me.

"Thank you," I smirk.

I help her up from the floor and she sits down on the bed as I get up. I bring her a towel from the bathroom and help her remove the semen before it gets sticky. I place the dirty towel in the hamper in the bathroom and as I reenter the bedroom she's sitting where I did before when she went down on me. The pillow is still on the floor, now in front of her, and she's looking at me with a glint in her eyes, biting her lip.

"My turn?" she asks me.

"Okay," I say stupidly and in an instant I'm on the floor in front of her.

Suddenly I'm very nervous. She's expecting me to please her. While I have an idea of how this works, I'm not really sure.

"I… I'm not sure…" I try to give her a heads up.

"I know," she soothes me, giving me a little smile. "I'll guide you."

"Mmh, okay," I nod.

She lies back down on the bed, grabbing a pillow to place under her head so she can look down at me.

"You can start by touching me, wherever you want to," she says.

"Mmh," I give my consent and instantly reach for her breasts.

I massage them like she showed me earlier but I also start teasing her nipples. She moans at this and I feel so accomplished. It ignites me and I start trusting myself more, becoming more confident with what I'm doing. I lean over her and take her one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, while pinching her other nipple with my fingers.

"Mmh, yes," she moans, running her hands encouragingly through my hair.

After paying attention to her breasts for a little while I move down her stomach, giving her small kisses along the way. Her small protruding stomach feels warm under my mouth. When I reach her hips, she does a roll with them and makes a weird sound. It would seem her hips are very sensitive. I kiss her one hip lightly, while tickling the other with the tips of my fingers.

"Mmh," she moans, frustrated but turned on by the teasing. "Move.. down.."

I can't help it; I do as I'm told. I move down to her thighs, soon kissing her inner thighs. She's even more sensitive here but responds better to wet kisses, to more contact than the light touches on her hips. I kiss her inner thighs and her hands are in my hair again as she moans in pleasure. My mouth moves ever closer to her… pussy? I don't know what to call it. I think she wants me to kiss her there… but I'm not sure. I need to be sure, I don't want to do anything wrong.

"Is it okay?" I lift my head to ask her.

"Mmh, yeah, it feels really good," she sighs, smiling down at me, biting her lip again.

"I mean is it okay for me to… to kiss your…" oh god, what do I call it?

"My vagina?" she asks me, and I nod. "It's more than okay if you want to do that."

Oh my, do I want to do that. I put my head back down between her legs and I begin kissing her thighs again before finally moving my mouth to her… vagina.

I don't know what to do so I just start kissing her; through the light red curls she has there. She opens her legs wider for me and opens up to me. Oh god, there's a whole part of the vagina I've never seen before. There are so many different parts. I'm a bit taken aback and a bit scared to be honest. Not scared of the vagina but of doing it wrong. Oh well, only one way to find out how to do it. I place my hands on her thighs and press them back a bit more, opening her a bit more to me. She moans at this action. I start kissing her sides. She's wet inside, not like outside her vagina. I dip my tongue into her hole and she groans in pleasure. I do this a few times before moving my tongue upwards from her hole and over the rest of her vagina. As I get to the top she lets out a near scream.

"Mmh, God yes," she lets out as she rolls her hips.

I lick her from the hole to the top again and figure out her strong reaction came from a little nub right at the top of her vagina. Hm, interesting. I start circling it with my tongue and now she's thrashing her head around on her pillow, her hands are squeezing her breasts tightly. Oh, I think I found something good here. I keep teasing that little nub in different ways. Lightly with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue over it, using the flat of my tongue. Everything works great and the sounds she's making are amazing. I can't believe I'm doing this to her. Me? I feel pride swell in my chest as I continue to pleasure this amazing woman. I bring my hand from her thigh and gently start teasing her hole with a finger while I continue my tongue action on her nub. This gets her even wilder.

"Yes, yes, just like that," she moans, her hands now in my hair, holding me firmly in place. "Keep going, keep going, I'm so close."

Close to what? I think, but I do as I'm told. I keep going and slowly insert the finger into her hole. Oh, she likes that. I insert another finger and I start pushing them in and out of her gently.

"Oh, God, yes!" she screams. "I'm-mmmmh, coming!"

Oh fuck yes. I keep pleasuring her as she cries out and involuntarily arch her back, thrashing her head around. At last she seems to calm down and I slowly withdraw my fingers from inside of her and lift my mouth, giving her thighs a few kisses before lifting my head.

"Oh fuck," she sighs. "That was amazing, how did you do that?"

"With my tongue," I tell her, making her laugh.

"Mmh, come here," she says sweetly, sitting up and moving back in the bed.

I pick up the pillow from the floor and move into the bed with her. She moves her own pillow and finally we're lying down next to each other, both on our sides. She moves closer to me, her hands on my chest and her one leg between mine. I move my own arm down, so my hand can tease her hip again. She sighs, enjoying the feeling.

"Have you really never done that before?" she asks me.

"No," I smile at her. "Could you really not tell?"

"At first," she admits. "But then definitely not."

"I just tried different stuff, finding out what worked best. You got wild when I found that little nub," I tell her, smirking.

"Yeah," she smiles affectionately at me. "That's my clitoris."

"Oh, cool," I nod, I've heard that word before but I've never really known what it meant.

"Mmh, so how are you feeling now?" she asks me, pushing some hair back from my forehead.

"I feel good," I smile, enjoying this so much.

"I mean with all of this, all that's happened between us now," she clarifies. "No regrets?"

"No," I assure her quickly. "None at all!"

"Good," she smiles.

"And you?" I ask her, nervously. "Regrets?"

"None," she smiles, her eyes sparkling.

"Mmh, good," I'm relieved and I lean forward to kiss her.

She lets me kiss her mouth and we inch closer together. My dick is already hard again and as I move my hand up to cup her breast it twitches between us. She moans into our kiss and moves so she's on her back, pulling me on top of her. I rise myself up on the bed, hovering over her.

"What's wrong?" she asks, her breathing labored.

"I don't wanna hurt your baby," I tell her worried.

"Oh," she smiles. "It's very well protected, don't worry. If you could hurt it, I wouldn't let you."

"Mmh, okay," I smile back at her, instantly assured, and lower myself down on top of her.

She opens her legs for me and I settle between them, my erection against her inner thigh. I hold myself up on my elbows. I know I can't hurt her baby, but I don't want to put too much weight on her. I lower my head and kiss her again. I instantly push my tongue against her soft lips and they open for me, allowing me access to her mouth. We kiss, our tongues swirling against each other, her hands roaming my hair, my shoulders, and my upper back. We're breathing hard against each other's mouths and I move my kisses down her neck.

"Mmh, I like kisses on my neck," she tells me in a deep moan.

She doesn't have to say more, I'm now plastering kisses all over her neck, figuring out where she's more sensitive. There are a few places she reacts more to than others, but basically her neck is one big sensory overload. She's squirming and rolling her hips as I'm done with her neck. I'm so fucking turned on from the noises she's making and the way she's touching me.

"May I?" I ask her, realizing how lame I sound.

"Mmh, yeah," she purrs at me.

I reach my hand down and bring the head of my rock-hard erection to her vagina. She opens her legs wider for me and I find her hole. I push my head against it and carefully move inside her. OH MY FUCKING GOD!

"Mmmmmh, YES!" she moans, breathing heavily.

As I'm all the way inside of her, I move my hand back, so I'm holding myself up on my elbows again. I look her deep in the eyes and she smiles up at me. I smile back down at her. I lean down and kiss her softly as I begin moving inside of her. I can't help groaning into our kiss and she in turn can't help a small moan. I move my kiss down to her neck, remembering the places she was most sensitive. I'm kissing her neck as I'm thrusting gently into her. It feels so good. I'm bubbling inside and I've never been happier.

"So good," she mumbles, crossing her legs behind me, her hands digging into my back. "Mmh, yes, keep going."

I try to keep my pace gentle; I focus so hard on not coming already. I move my kisses to the other side of her neck, right below her ear, she leans her head to the side, giving me full access.

"Mmh, harder," she begs.

Oh fuck… why did she have to say that?

I move my one leg up on the bed to get better leverage and I start thrusting harder into her. She in turn moans even louder. Oh this is good, this is too good. I breathe hard against her neck, thrusting hard into her, and then pulling slowly out, hard into her, slowly out. Her hands dig even harder into my bag and I can't hold it in any longer. I let myself go and make a last few erratic thrusts as I come inside of her.

"Oh, fuck, Dana! Mmh, oh God, Dana, yes," I gasp as my orgasm overtakes me and I continue to thrust and come inside of her.

"Mmh," she mumbles kissing the side of my face as I've collapsed on top of her, stroking back my wet hair.

I quickly withdraw myself from her and move over on my side next to her, I really don't want to put all my weight on her. She follows me, moving into my arms and pushing me down on my back, cuddling up to me, her head on my shoulder and her hand playing with the light hair on my stomach.

"Fuck, Dana, that was amazing," I sigh, feeling proud and completely on top of the world.

I've just fucking had sex! I can't stop smiling. I've had sex with Dana Scully, no less! I feel a strange sense of clarity overcome me. Wow! Just wow!

"Mmh, it was really nice," she sighs, giving my shoulder a kiss.

"Did you… did you come too?" I ask her shyly.

"No, but it can take time with a new person," she tells me sweetly. "It took months with my first boyfriend before I came during intercourse."

"So it wasn't good for you?" I'm a bit disappointed.

"Oh, it was very good," she chuckles. "Couldn't you tell I enjoyed it?"

"Oh yeah," I smile and chuckle myself.

"I'm honored you let me be your first," she says, moving her hand up to my chest.

"Mmh," I chuckle. "I'm fucking lucky you let me have you at all."

"You really mean that?" she's smiling into my shoulder.

"Mmh, you're a Goddess," I say before I can stop myself.

"I wouldn't go that far," she chuckles.

We're quiet for a bit and I'm just about to fall asleep when I feel her move away from me.

"No," I mumble and hold onto her.

"Hey," she chuckles. "I need to go put out the light in the living room."

"Mmh, I'll do it," I tell her and kiss her temple, getting up from the bed.

I put out all the lights in the apartment and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I figure she must be thirsty too and fill the glass again after I've emptied it, bringing it with me to the bedroom.

She's pulling the covers back on the bed as I enter the room; she's wearing some white panties now and… my t-shirt. She's wearing my fucking t-shirt!

"I hope it's okay," she says shyly as she gets into bed.

"Huh?" I'm transfixed.

"That I'm wearing your t-shirt," she clarifies with a smile.

"Oh yeah, it suits you better than me anyway," I smirk and walk over to her.

"Thanks," she chuckles.

"I got you some water," I hand her the glass before locating my boxers.

"Thank you, you're very sweet," she says sincerely as I pull my boxers back on.

"So, ehm…" I'm not really sure where to sleep. "Should I just…"

"Come to bed," she chuckles.

"Okay," I say happily and eagerly join her in bed.

She puts the glass down and turns her back to me. I carefully move up behind her. She instantly sighs and pulls my arms around her. I get comfortable spooned up to her. I still can't believe everything that's happened. I'm the luckiest guy in the entire universe.

She reaches up and puts out the lamp on her nightstand, leaving the room in darkness. Soon we're both soundly asleep.

As I wake up, my hand is under the t-shirt she's wearing - which is my t-shirt, I remember with a smile as I squeeze her breast happily. She stirs slightly in her sleep but doesn't wake up. I raise my head to peak at the alarm clock on her nightstand. Just past 6 AM. I don't have to be there until 8 today and it only takes about 30 minutes to get there by foot and metro.

I can't help but smile. This feels so amazing. I kiss her shoulder lightly before burying my head in the crook of her neck. Mmh, she smells amazing. She stirs as I nuzzle her neck and as she wakes up she starts giggling, my actions tickling her. I've been hard ever since I woke up but my erection twitches against her ass. She turns around slightly and catches my lips with her own. We slowly begin to kiss and I guide her panties down her legs - I can tell that turns her on. I move on top of her. She pushes my own boxers down as far off as she can get them and before long we're having sex again. It feels amazing, so incredibly amazing. Soon I can't hold back any longer though. I make my final thrusts and come deep inside her.

I realize she didn't come during our intercourse again but I know she said it could take time so I try not to worry about it too much. I do want her to have her release though so I move down her body. She starts moaning wildly as she realizes what I'm about to do for her.

As I'm finally down between her legs I realize my semen is spilling from her. Damn, that's hot. I don't feel like tasting myself though so I use my fingers around and in her hole while my mouth focuses on the nub… her clitoris, I remember. I use everything I learned about pleasing her last night and after teasing her for a little while, I finally let her come. She pulls at my shoulders and hair as she's come down from her high, wanting me to move up again. I move up over her body and she catches my head between her hands, giving me a big and wet kiss.

She looks to the side after our kiss.

"It's nearly 7," she says kindly. "You should take a shower, I'll make you some breakfast."

"Okay," I sigh and give her a few more gentle kisses before moving out of bed and into the bathroom.

As I get out of the bathroom she's moved my bag into the bedroom, onto the bed. I smile and get a little high, knowing I've essentially moved into her bedroom. I pull on some black boxers, a pair of slightly worn-down jeans and a plain grey jumper, with no hood or pockets. Lastly I pull on a pair of white socks and then I'm done dressing.

I freeze as I step into the living room. Holy fuck, Charlie is here.

"Good morning," he smiles at me.

"Hi," I say lamely, making my way over to the dining table to sit down opposite him.

Breakfast is on the table and I start filling my plate with a few things and begin to eat - I've really worked up an appetite…

"I'm just here to pick up some things," he says as I eat. "Are you okay?"

"Mmh, I'm fine," I nod but I don't look him in the eyes.

"Hey, Mark is okay," he says softly. "Everything is going to be okay. And Mark is happy you'll still get your chance."

"That's great," I look up and give him a small smile, not able to hold his eye contact though.

I fucked your sister is all I can think.

Dana comes out from the kitchen and sits down in the chair next to me. I feel beyond awkward and I can feel the blush on my face. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She's still wearing my fucking t-shirt! Of course it's just a plain white t-shirt and there no way for Charlie to know it's mine. I also realize my semen is probably leaking into her panties right now… aaaand I'm hard.

"So when will you be going home with Mark?" she asks her brother, slowly starting to eat her own breakfast.

"As soon as I leave here, we can go home," he says.

"You don't want any breakfast?" she asks him, noticing he isn't eating.

"Nah, I grabbed some donuts on the way here," he smirks, rubbing his belly.

"One day, Charlie, you're going to get fat," she chuckles.

"Look who's talking," he says, nodding towards her pregnant belly.

"She's not fat," I can't help but say, annoyed he'd even say that to her. "She's pregnant, she's growing another person inside of her."

"Jeez, I'm sorry," Charlie chuckles. "Of course you're right though."

"Thanks, kid," she smiles at me and ruffles my hair.

Ugh, I wish she wouldn't call me that. And the ruffling of my hair is so degrading.

"Mmh," I just mumble and continue to eat my breakfast, fucking annoyed.

A few minutes later Charlie leaves, patting my back and telling me to give it my best with the basketball, and giving his sister a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, c'mon," she says, taking my hand after a few minutes of silence. "You're not mad, are you?"

"Yeah, I am," I sigh and shake her hand away. "I'm not a fucking kid. I thought I'd proved that a few times now."

"I know," she says softly. "But what am I suppose to do when you're being irresistibly cute while my brother is right there? Should I have pulled you into a kiss like I wanted to?"

My anger seeps away and I realize she's right. I look up at her guiltily.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"No, it's fine," she says, reaching for my hand again - this time I let her. "Thank you for standing up for me."

"It's the least I could do," I smile and lean over to give her a kiss.

She holds my face in her hands as we kiss slowly. Just as things are about to heat up, she pulls back.

"You should get going," she smiles at me, giving me one last small kiss.

"Yeah," I sigh deeply, knowing she's right.

I quickly pack my sports bag and give her a few more kisses before leaving at last.

I love just taking a five-minute walk and then getting onto the metro. I fucking love the city. The metro reminds me of being back home in London, jumping on the tube and going wherever you wanted within minutes. I took the tube to school every day so I had a pass. Even though I wasn't supposed to go places on my own, I often snuck out and went somewhere I could be alone. I'm so glad my mother left my father now; so sorry I gave her a hard time about moving back then. My life is so much better here, away from him.

Like yesterday, I play my ass off. It's even tougher today though. Some guys were asked to leave at the end of yesterday, and only the better players are left now.

I sit by myself during the break. I can tell I'm not going to make the cut with these guys, I know I'm not good enough. I'm still going to try. I'd never quit. I should be more worried but I can't help thinking about yesterday evening and this morning. Dana Scully, my Goddess.

I'm still deep in thought and don't even realize someone has sat down next to me.

"I'm James Donnelly," he says, extending a hand towards me.

I look at him in surprise and immediately recognize him. It's the guy from Duke!

"Hello," I say completely taken aback, shaking his hand.

"I hope your friend is okay," he says, seemingly worried. "That was quite the bonk to the head yesterday!"

"He's fine, I mean he has a concussion and he thinks his life is over because he can't play for the next month, but he's fine," I tell him, making him chuckle.

"He was good, really good!" he says nodding his head.

"He's better than all these other guys," I say seriously.

"I think you're right," he says and I feel all happy inside on my friend's behalf. "Maybe you could give me his information, I'd like to get in touch with him."

"Sure," I nod eagerly. "His name is Mark Scully. Mark Charles Scully. This is his phone number."

I write it down on a piece of paper from his clipboard, I add his home address as well.

"Thank you," he says and pats my back. "You're a pretty good friend."

I just smile and nod - oh I know I am, Mark is going to be so excited about this.

At the end of the day one of the coaches approach me. Oh fuck. I already know what he's going to tell me, but I still feel rejected.

I take a long shower as the second and last day of trying to reach my dream is over. I'm the last person to leave the changing room, the janitor already cleaning out in there when I leave. I get on the metro back to Dana's and my feet are heavy as I move up the stairs to her apartment. I don't even knock, I just walk in.

"Hey," she smiles up at me as I enter through the door, but her smile immediately falls as she notices the state I'm in. "What's wrong?"

She's sitting by the dining room table reading a magazine or something and drinking a cup of tea. I sit down in the chair next to her and pull it close to hers, moving into her arms, resting my tired head on her shoulder as she strokes my hair soothingly.

"They told me not to come back tomorrow," I say after a while of just sitting like this together.

"I'm sorry," she sighs and gives me a kiss on my forehead. "I know how much you wanted to play basketball."

"It's not really that," I tell her. "It was my shot at college."

"But you're smart, I'm sure you can get into college."

"I know. I've been accepted into all the colleges I've applied for. I just don't have the money to go."

"I see," she says, thoughtfully. "I wouldn't have been able to go to college either if I hadn't gotten some help."

"Who helped you?" I wonder.

"I applied for scholarships all through high school and college," she says.

"I haven't done that, the only thing I've done is try this basketball thing. I never thought about it before. I didn't realize how expensive it was going to be until the letters started rolling in. My mother has saved something but it's just nowhere near enough, I just… I don't know what to do."

"Shh," she calms me down and holds me closer to her. "What do you want to study?"

"I want to be a doctor one day," I tell her.

"Really?" she seems cheerful. "You know, I'm a medical doctor."

"I thought you worked for the FBI," I say in surprise, that's what Mark had told me.

"I do, I was recruited out of medical school," she says. "I earned my undergraduate from the University of Maryland and went to Stanford to study medicine."

"Wow, that's impressive," I say, knowing Stanford is a really good school. "I got accepted at Maryland actually. What did you study there?"

"Physics," she says.

"I was thinking about maybe studying biology. It just really fascinates me."

"That sounds amazing," she says sweetly. "Actually, wait here, I'm gonna go make a phone call."

"Oh," I sit back, a bit surprised. "Okay."

She grabs the phone from the receiver and moves into the bedroom. I wonder what could be so important in the middle of our conversation but shrug. It must have been important or she wouldn't have gone, I'm sure.

I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple to eat before sitting back down by the dining table. I realize the magazine she was reading was this month's issue of Science Illustrated and I pick it up to read as I eat my apple. When she gets back I've already read a few articles and finished my apple.

"I just talked to an acquaintance at Maryland," she says happily and I can feel my face light up. "He has time to see us tomorrow!"

"What?" I gasp and stand up from my chair. "Oh my God, are you serious?"

"I am," she chuckles as I give her a big hug. "Obviously he can't promise anything but he's willing to talk to you and maybe give you some tests too. They already have your high school transcripts and test results from your application and he'll look them over before tomorrow."

"Thank you so much," my heart is fluttering and I give her a big kiss.

"Mmmh, you're welcome," she mumbles against my mouth.

We slowly walk towards her bedroom as we begin to undress each other, kissing all the way there until we're at her bed. I reach behind her and after a little fumble I manage to snap her bra open. She lets it fall to the floor and pulls her own panties down as well before getting into bed. She's on her back, ready for me.

I move my boxers down, not an easy task with the giant erection I'm sporting, and move into bed with her. Instead of leaning over her as I have done the two times we've had sex already, I sit back on my knees in front of her this time. I inch a bit forward on my knees, spreading her legs wider for me and I sit back, my erection pointing directly to her opening now. I move my hands over her sensitive thighs and she moans. She reaches back and holds onto the railing of her bed behind her head. That's right, Dana, get ready for one hell of a ride. I slowly move forward, pushing my hard cock into her wet center. Mmh, it still feels as amazing as the first time I did that. The only reason I'm doing something different this time; the reason I'm sitting upright instead of leaning down over her is simple. So very simple. I want to watch my dick disappear into her. And I do just that. I watch as I enter her. I watch the way she shivers under me. I watch my hardness disappear into her softness. Oh fuck, that is so hot, even hotter than I had imagined. I lean over on my hands, holding myself up as I begin moving fast in and out of her. She screams with pleasure at my new faster pace. The other times we've done this I've had to hold back and be gentle, afraid of coming too soon. I can't hold back any longer. I fuck her hard and fast and she fucking loves it.

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck!" she exclaims, her head thrashing and her breasts moving up and down as I keep up my fast pace. Oh damn, that's a nice sight. I speed up just to make her breasts jiggle even more. She screams with pleasure, then her back arches and she's completely quiet. I'm afraid I'm doing something wrong for a second but as I see the way she bites her lip I know what's going on and I fuck her even harder and faster. At last she lets out a wail, coming hard around me. I can feel her inside walls clenching around me and oh God I can't take it. She's too fucking hot and her orgasm triggers my own. I make a few last and deep, so deep and so hard, thrusts. My body shaking as I empty myself inside of her. This is the best fucking orgasm of my life. Feeling her and hearing her come… and because of me… wow!

"Wow!" she reads my mind, as I've moved onto the bed beside her on my stomach, completely spent.

"Mmh," I agree, moving over a bit to rest my head closer to hers, my arm over her middle.

She starts stroking my arm with her fingertips. My hairs stand up but I love it. She runs it all the way from my shoulder and down my arm that's casually strewn over her middle.

"I can't believe I came," she says quietly. "I can't believe you could do that to me."

"Why not?" I ask a bit offended.

"I've just never been able to come with someone so early on before," she admits. "And you're not exactly experienced, so… so I just didn't think…"

"Oh," I sigh. "Well, I must be pretty good at sex then."

"Yeah," she chuckles. "I definitely think so."

"Thanks," I say sincerely, so fucking grateful for all of this.

The rest of the day we pretty much spend in bed. We only leave it to order pizza, which we eat in bed. I go down on her multiple times, she even goes down on me once, and we have sex - we have so much sex. I make her come nearly every time now. It's fucking amazing.

I'm on a high and I'm exhausted and I'm so fucking happy when I finally fall asleep, spooned up to Dana Scully. We have sex in the morning again. This time she's on top. Oh that's nice, I can touch her breasts while we have sex like this. After our morning tryst we take a shower together. We have a quick breakfast consisting of toast and we're out the door. We take her car to the University of Maryland. I'm fucking excited about this. I know it's not for sure but if all he's going to do is test me, it's a pretty sure thing. I might not be as good as Mark at basketball but I'm fucking smart.

We meet her acquaintance. He's about a few years older than her by the looks of it. He has messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He's probably handsome. Maybe Dana thinks so… I will myself not to act like a baby and shake those thoughts. He comments on her pregnancy and congratulates her. Then they turn their focus to me. We talk for a bit and I figure out this fucker attended college with Dana. He never left the college though and now works here, part of several research teams. To be honest, he seems nice. I'm just a bit jealous he knew Dana before me… and getting suspicious of just how acquainted they were.

He seems pretty impressed with me though and before long he brings in another guy, an older professor with the university. They give me a few tests, mainly science ones, and I do them easily, using the calculator they've given me. Apparently I do extremely well and they ask if I want to do an IQ test. It's not needed but they're interested what my IQ might be. I've never done one before and I think it would be pretty cool to know, so I oblige. It turns out I have a pretty high IQ - I kind of knew I would have, but even I'm a bit surprised with my result. My IQ is at a staggering 178.

"And this test is for ages 18 and up," the young guy, Dana's acquaintance, says excitedly. "He's only 15, just imagine how he'll do in a few years!"

"What?" Dana exclaims.

She's been in the room for all my tests and the interview, talking silently with either her acquaintance or the professor while I did my assignments.

"His intelligence will only grow as he continues to study," the professor clarifies.

"You're only 15?" she asks me in utter shock.

"Yeah," I nod, I thought she knew my age, why this sudden outburst?

"I know, I can hardly believe it either," the professor chuckles. "He's much smarter, more developed, than any 15-year-old I've ever met. You even look older, kid."

"He certainly does," Dana agrees and smiles but it doesn't seem natural.

They offer me everything. Fucking everything. They say they can't afford to lose me. I'll have a dorm room, a computer, all the books I'll need, and all my courses will be paid for. I pick my major right away: Biology. Apparently there's more than one Biology major so I choose to specialize myself in Cell Biology and Genetics. They're a bit surprised I want to minor in Philosophy but to be honest I think they'd say yes to anything at this point.

I can't believe it. My future seems more certain than ever. I'm really going to go to college! I'm so happy! And I couldn't have done this without Dana.

As we leave the university and walk towards the car park, she's quiet. I don't really notice to begin with, deep in thought about starting college in the fall, about everything that's working out for me.

I don't really notice that she's completely quiet until we're halfway home in the car.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"We'll talk about it when we get home," she sighs.

Okay, not happy anymore. Now I'm fucking worried. What the fuck is this? The meeting went beyond our expectations. What could possibly be wrong?

The ride home seems endless but finally we pull up in front of her apartment building. On the stairs she's still quiet and I'm really fucking scared of what's going to happen when we get into her apartment.

"Explain to me," she says harshly as soon as I've closed the door behind me. "How it's even possible that you're only 15?"

Her arms are crossed over her chest and she's fire and ice. Suddenly it has a whole new meaning though. She's flustered and red but from anger and she's ice-cold towards me at the same time.

"I thought you knew that," I frown, taking a few steps closer to her but she backs away from me.

"I thought you were 18!" she says, a tear escaping her eye.

"I… why?" I feel so lost and powerless.

"Mona told me," she sighs. "At Mark's birthday party when he turned 16. She told me…"

Realization seems to hit her.

"Oh fuck," she sighs. "She told me it didn't look like there was almost 2 years between you in age, fuck!"

"Hey, does it matter?" I ask gently.

By the look on her face, so it would seem.

"Of course it matters," she says. "I was so sure you were 18… I thought you were too young at 18, to find out you're 15! It's… it's too much. It's perverted!"

"No, it's not," I say annoyed. "You heard those guys today. I'm mature for my age. Age doesn't mean shit. You can be 40 and be a fucking immature son-of-a-bitch who'll never appreciate what he has… or 15 and mature… knowing how fucking lucky you are."

She looks at me, her resolve softening. She looks a little worried too and I realize I'm crying. Hot tears are flowing freely down my cheeks. I wipe them away angrily. She walks over to me, taking my face in her hands.

"What is it?" she wonders. "Why are you so upset?"

"Just bad memories," I mumble, not meeting her eyes.

She takes my hand and moves us over to the couch. I sit down and she does too, taking my hands in hers.

"My dad was a stupid fuck," I tell her.

I know she hasn't asked but I feel like I can tell her.

"He never hurt us physically but he couldn't be trusted. He drank. A lot. And he could get crazy angry over nothing. They always fought. Him and my mother. I hated him but I didn't realize that until we got away from him. I just thought parents were like that. I escaped a lot - snuck out and took the tube to wherever."

"You lived in London?" she asks softly, noticing I said the tube, referring to the London Underground. Most people don't realize until I tell them, since my British accent is long gone.

"Yeah, we did. We moved here when I was 12. I hated my mother at first for moving us so far away. But then I saw how a real family is supposed to be. I understood. I'm so happy with where I am now. With everything that's happened."

"You really are mature for your age," she sighs, moving closer to me.

I move my head down to her chest and she starts stroking my hair again - I love that so much, there's nothing more comforting in the whole world.

"Why does it matter to you how old I am?" I ask her after a little silence.

"It's illegal," she says seriously.

"In some countries the age of consent is 15," I state. "And it's a very personal thing - I was ready for this."

"I know," she sighs. "But I work with the FBI… I could loose my job over this… as much as I wanted it… I don't think I would have started on this if I knew your age."

"Then I'm glad you didn't know," I say honestly. "And no one is going to find out, I'm not gonna tell anyone. I never want anything bad to happen to you."

"Yeah," she sighs, but relieved. "I know, of course I know that."

I reach up and kiss her. She holds back a bit at first but at last she gets into it. We end up slowly having sex… no, making love on the couch. I love her, I realize. I love her more than anything. We make love so slowly and so passionately and then we come together.

We spend the rest of the day enjoying our last day together. She teaches me how to cook some essential things for lunch and dinner and we have fun in the kitchen. It'll be fun moving out on my own, doing this every day. We watch a movie together after dinner and she ends up falling asleep in my arms. She's so fucking beautiful. I just watch her for a while before I nudge her awake with a few kisses. I get her to move into the bedroom and I tuck her in so she can sleep soundly again. I take care of her apartment before joining her in bed. I make sure every light is off and that the door is locked. At last I spoon up to her and fall asleep, enjoying the sweet smell of Dana Scully and the amazing feel of her.

As it has been the case for the last few mornings, we end up having morning sex this last morning too. It's amazing and I manage to endure long enough to make her come twice. I'm so fucking proud and so fucking happy I can please her like that.

After our long shower, that we share, sadly it's time for me to pack my things. We decide to get some breakfast on the way, and soon we're out the door and in her car. After consuming our breakfast we start to talk. About everything and nothing. We talk about our families and lives in general. I already know she has an older sister and two older brothers and about her parents, and I tell her about my mother and my younger sister. I tell her how annoying my sister is and she laughs. We joke a lot and we laugh a lot. And we also get carried away with desire. We're nearly home when we park at a local school - no one's there on a Sunday and the parking spot is rather secluded. We have hot sex in the backseat. She's on her knees in front of me as I push into her vagina from behind. Oh fucking God, she feels tight like this.

We clean ourselves up with some tissues from the glove compartment and we can't help smile and laugh at each other, as we get dressed again.

Too soon we're parked in front of the Scully house. I sigh deeply.

"Listen, kid," she starts and I groan annoyed.

"Sorry," she remembers and chuckles. "I mean Fox."

"Mulder is fine," I tell her, I've never been fond of my first name.

"Mulder," she tries it out and smiles.

I realize this is the first time she's actually said my name and I love the way she says it… aaaand I'm hard.

"Mulder, I know we haven't known each other for very long," she smiles. "But I think you're amazing and I think you're going to do amazing things with your life."

"Thanks," I smile greatly. "I hope we can see each other when I go to college, I'll be really close to you every day."

"Maybe," she nods her head uncertainly. "Just don't stop living because of me, okay?"

She strokes her pregnant belly unconsciously as she says this.

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"I mean," she sighs. "If you want to see a girl your age, if you want to do whatever, just do it."

"You… you don't want to see me again?" I can't fucking believe it.

"Of course I do," she sighs. "These past few days have been amazing but I don't want to hold you back. I'm pregnant, Mulder. I'm older, and you're so very young."

"Well, how old are you?" I realize I don't know her exact age.

"25," she says.

"I'll be 16 soon," I smile. "So when I turn 30, you'll be 39. That doesn't seem so bad, does it?"

"I guess not," she chuckles.

"Hey, I want you and only you," I tell her sincerely. "I'm only gonna miss out if I waste my time on meaningless flings when I really want you. I know how lucky I am, remember?"

"I remember," she closes her eyes and nods.

"Say you want me too," I say softly, damn near begging her.

"I do want you," she smiles at me as she opens her eyes.

I want to lean in for a kiss but I see Charlie getting out of the house. I guess our time is up. For now anyway.

THE END (of Part I: Fire and Ice)

Author's note:

I wanted you to not be sure about the main character in this story. To not know his identity for sure until the very end. I hope it worked and that it made it all the more interesting.

In my country the age of consent is actually at 15 - and even though I think that's too low, I do think it's an interesting topic. Surely people mature differently. Of course you can be all black/white about it and just say: the law is the law - but I think most people know life is more complicated than that.

What did you think of this story?

I'm thinking about continuing with it - Mulder at college, Scully having her baby, all the drama that could ensue. Let me know if you'd like that.