************************************************* JUST SAY YES (6/10) jeylan@earthlink.net This story is rated R -- See part 1 for headers and warnings. *NO ARCHIVE* except by request. ************************************************* Hotly electric, the sensation jolted right through body and into to her groin. Moaning, Mulder wiggled his hot tongue right down into the deepest part of her ear, and Scully bucked helplessly under him. She was at once violently aroused, and terrified. He started nibbling. His mouth was setting off a cascade of electricity, flowing through her body in waves, right down to her toes. Pooling between her legs. She was really helpless, and hated it, teetering on the verge of completely embarrassing herself. Of losing control. The worst feeling in the world, for Dana Scully. Her body tensed -- she heard herself gasping. "Stop it! Stop!" She was begging, almost crying. How had he done this to her, reduced her in a heartbeat to this gibbering mindless idiot? "God damn it, Mulder, let me go!" Her voice rose in panic. "Let me go! Let me go!" She was almost shrieking. "God, god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry --" Mulder fumbled furiously, trying with suddenly awkward fingers to undo the restraints. Then he was hugging her, wildly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dana, god, I'm so sorry! Please don't be mad!" It took Scully a moment to register that she was free. She was sitting up. Her face was buried in Mulder's stomach -- that part was kind of weird actually. Why was her face in Mulder's stomach? It was hard to breathe in Mulder's stomach. Her arms were around him. She was engulfed in him. Immobilized. He was curled around her, his hot, huge hands stroking wildly at her hair, her back. She fought to turn her head, to get some air. To make sense of this. Her whole body felt hot, fiery. Flooded with light. Mulder was rocking her, murmuring over and over again, "please don't be mad, please don't be mad, please don't be mad." With an effort, she began sorting out the tangled sensations. She realized she was sitting up, her hands were free. And Mulder, who had been sitting across her hips before, had now slid down to sit across her thighs. Still crooning, "please, please, please, don't be mad." First things first. "I'm not mad," Scully gasped. Mulder stopped rocking. "You're not?" "No, I'm fine. You just startled me." She heard and felt him swallow. "Are you sure?" he whispered against her hair. "Mmmm. This feels good," she said. Her arms had started moving, sliding over his back. She liked the feel of the muscles under his T-shirt. Her hands slid further down, down his lower back, down his sides, and on down onto his hips, and over the tough fabric of his jeans. Then her elbows started to come back, her hands gripping the hard unyielding muscles of his thighs, exploring forward almost to his knees, then back again slowly towards his hips. She was breathing into his stomach, enveloped in his scent. He was sweaty from dancing, and the T-shirt seemed thin under her face. Mulder was sitting very still. She loved the feel of his legs under his jeans. Her hands slid up, back, around his ass, searching out the shape of his ass under the tight hard denim pockets. "MMmm, this feels so good." "Ah, Scully ..." Scully realized suddenly what she was doing, and stopped. She lifted her hands off his ass, guiltily, her heart beating fast and frightened again. He groaned. "You don't have to stop." Neither of them moved for a minute. Mulder's arms were still around her, and her hands were still held out frozen in the air, not touching him. Then she took a deep breath, and relaxed. Let herself hug him again. "Mulder, you're too big to sit in my lap," she said. "Sorry." She could hear the goofy, guilty smile in his voice. Slowly, regretfully, he climbed off her. Sat back and looked at her shyly. "They're going to be wondering what happened to us," she said. "We'll be the talk of the party." "Oh, god." "Wanna go back out, or ..." "Yeah," she said. Mulder swallowed. Hesitated. Then rolled back and straightened his legs, put his feet on the floor, and held out his hand to help her up. "You're not mad at me?" he said again. His eyes imploring. "No, I'm not mad. Really." She squeezed his hand. Let him pull her to her feet. She stood up into his arms, hugging him again. Bit his chest softly. My god, what was she doing. "Mulder ..." she murmured, confused. "We don't have to go back out there, you know," he said. His voice was very deep. She rubbed her face in his chest, back and forth. Sighed, and snuggled in and hugged him. Her mind had stalled again. She heard him swallow. "Scully," he said, tentatively, "if you want to, uh, I mean --" "We better go back out." "Yeah," he said. "We better go back out." They lingered for another minute, holding each other. Each waiting for the other to move first. Finally, sighing, the balance tipped, and they moved arm in arm towards the door. "Anyway, I still have to piss," Mulder said. "You *what*? How long have you been holding it?" "Too long." He grimaced. He opened the door to the hall, and the music met them -- They both looked towards the bathroom, and a wild, gamine face peeped back out at them from the crack of the door -- "Uuuooo! Fox, come and let me do your face!" Justin cooed. He was bent over the bathroom counter, poised with a mascara wand, caught in the act of doing his makeup. Mulder groaned. "Only if you'll let me pee first," he said. He headed for the bathroom, and Scully followed along unthinkingly at his heels. He shot her a funny look, but she didn't notice. Inside the bathroom, Scully perched against the counter in front of the sink, and inspected what Justin was doing with his makeup. Exaggerated eyeliner, and penciled brows. Eyes like peacock feathers with thick, feathery lashes. While she watched, he turned back to the mirror, and picked up a powder brush. "What are you doing?" she asked Justin curiously. He was brushing a rusty gold over his temples, and in the hollows of his cheeks. Under the line of his jaw. "I am attempting to piss," Mulder answered. "Wanna watch?" She blinked. Turned to look. Mulder was at the toilet, looking over his shoulder at her. "Not particularly," she said, and turned her attention back to Justin. Mulder sighed. "This is contour," Justin explained. "It's a drag queen's trick. Look, if I put the color on like this, here, see? It makes my face look more three-dimensional than it really is. It's a good trick for cleavage, too --" He raised his eyebrow and looked pointedly at her chest. "You know, if you wanted to wear something low-cut some time." Justin's face, already beautiful, was transforming before her eyes. Becoming something really unearthly. "Are you going to do that to Mulder?" she asked. "Sure! If he'll let me." Mulder groaned. He was taking an unusually long time about his business. Scully glanced at him, and then back to Justin. "No, I think I want to do Mulder," she decided. "You can do me." "OK." Another groan from Mulder. "I hope you two let me know when you get done deciding my fate." "You want me to turn the water on, Mulder?" Scully reached behind her for the tap. "No sympathy. I get no sympathy." "God, Justin, you look incredible!" Mulder sighed, let his head fall back, and then, long moments later, began buttoning up his fly. Scully registered his actions out of the corner of her mind while most of her attention was locked on Justin. Mulder turned away from the toilet, crossing over to her in a single stride. She was standing right in front of the sink, and Mulder stepped hard against her, pinning her bodily in place against the counter. He reached his arms around on either side of her to wash his hands. "Mulder! Ack! What are you doing!" He took his time. Turning off the faucet, he flicked water on her face and reached for a hand towel. "OK, what's the verdict?" he said. And then his expression twisted in a smirk, as his eyes fell on Justin. Justin had stripped off his shirt, and, to Scully's horror, she saw that he was now hooking her abandoned bra around his ribcage. Eyeing Scully pointedly, devilishly, Mulder said in a sweet voice, "Where'd you get the pretty bra, Justin?" "Found it under the sink." Justin started spooling toilet paper. "Here, help me stuff," he said. And Mulder helped him stuff. Scully's hot blush transformed into willful resolve. She chose an eyeliner out of Justin's kit, uncapped the pencil, and then caught Mulder's eye. Biting the tip of her tongue, she gave him a wicked look. Mulder groaned, but his eyes were sparkling. "Where do you want me," he said. His voice was throaty. Scully hesitated only for a second. If she put him against the counter he'd be too tall. Placing her hand on his chest she pushed him back towards the toilet, reaching past him to close the lid. "Sit," she said. Mulder sat. He watched with interest as Scully licked the side of her hand, wiped the pencil through the spit, and then pointed it toward his eye. She bit the tip of her tongue in concentration, and then stopped like that. "I don't know how to do this," she announced. Justin understood her problem instantly. "Pull on the corner of his eye," he said. "Like this." He came over and demonstrated. "Oh. OK." Got it. Setting her hand on the side of Mulder's face, she used her thumb to stretch his lid. His eyes closed. With exaggerated care, she began to draw on the eye liner. "Stop moving your eyes," she said. "It tickles." "I don't care." "Have him open his eyes and look up when you do the bottom," Justin put in. "Yeah, yeah." It was like trying to tie a tie backwards -- all her automatic muscle movements were wrong from this side of the face. Not to mention that she was plagued with the recurrent sensation that she was doing everything upside down, which was probably an effect of the weed. From the living room, the music drifted in -- There were so many little things about Mulder's face she'd never noticed. The tiny crinkles around his eyes. The fragile texture of his eyelids. It was weird watching Mulder's familiar features transform. Weird what just the barest dusting of eye shadow could do. Justin handed over a sampler tray of twenty colors, and she deliberated deliciously, finally choosing "Spungold Wine" for the shadows, and "Goldglow" for the highlights. "Where's that mascara, Justin?" Justin, who had finished his own makeup and was unwinding his braid, dug through his kit for the mascara. He put it in her hand. "Thanks," she said, and turned back to Mulder. "Look up," she told him. "Look down." "Why are you so agreeable, Mulder?" "I guess I'm used to it." "Having your makeup done?" "Being a guinea pig." Just then Justin came up behind her shoulder, and Scully jumped. He leaned in to inspect her work, his hair wild and streaming and his eyes uncanny. Squinting long feathery black lashes to study Mulder's eye-shadow, he took the tray of colors out of her hand, and her freed hand strayed instantly, of its own volition, into the flowing sunlight of Justin's hair. Deftly, Justin added a few swift touches of "Jade" to Mulder's makeup. Then he deepened some of the shadows with "Heather Mist," and all at once Mulder's eyes were ... well ... Scully leaned back and stared at Mulder. "Oh my god, you're beautiful!" she breathed. "Gee, Scully I never thought I'd hear you say that." "Lipstick?" she asked Justin, indecisively, ignoring Mulder. "Sure. Why not. Try this one." Scully looked at Mulder, and opened her mouth in a long "O." With a fiendish twinkle in his eye, he mimicked her, and she stroked the deep coffee color onto his upper lip. She grimaced, stretching her lower lip, and Mulder did the same. She began to dab the color onto that full lower lip. Scully pressed her lips together, and Mulder pressed his. She leaned back and looked at him critically. "I'm not sure about the lipstick," she said. "I don't think he needs much contour," said Justin. "Maybe just a little on the cheeks. He's got plenty of definition already. Want to just try a little blush?" Scully hesitated. "No, I don't think so. What do you think?" Mulder sighed. "When you're both finished with me," he said to Justin, "I want to watch you do her." When Justin pronounced Mulder's makeup a success, Scully took a last long lingering look at Mulder, and then climbed up on the counter, closed her eyes, and let Justin work on her. Mulder crossed his arms, and stood watching, memorizing stroke and color choice. Scully peeked at him between brushstrokes, and saw the look on his face. "You enjoying this, Mulder?" she said. "Your lipstick is too dark. Can we blot that lipstick, Justin?" Mulder made a kissy face at her, and she rolled her eyes. "Stop that, Dana!" Justin slapped her hand. "You have to sit still!" "He just called me 'Dana'," she complained, and closed her eyes obediently. "Mulder, why is everyone calling me Dana? You wanna explain that to me, please?" "Uh, uh ..." "*You've* even been calling me Dana, Mulder. It's really weird." "Does it bother you? I'm sorry, I ..." "Is that how you think of me, Mulder?" She forgot to sit still, and turned her head to look at him. Justin grabbed her face and directed it back towards the light. "Sometimes," Mulder answered, very quietly. "Yeah, I guess sometimes I like to think of you that way. Sit still, Scully, and let the boy work. This is great stuff." Scully's eyes drifted shut. Scully barely recognized herself when Justin was done. Were her eyes really that blue? That enormous? Did she really have cheekbones like that? It had been years since she'd last seen her reflection look back at her like this. Justin slipped back into his slinky soft lavender T, and then jostled with Scully for mirror-space. He was admiring his newly feminine figure. Scully crowded him right back, playfully, but Mulder, looking like a sort of twisted twin of himself, just stood there behind them both, watching Scully's reflection hotly. Mulder, she realized, was looking only at her. "Blot your lipstick," she told him, and handed a tissue over her shoulder. "Better yet, wipe it off." He did as he was told, slowly and obediently. His eyes never left hers in the mirror. "Seriously, Mulder, when did you get to be so compliant?" she asked his reflection. "Since I realized how much I love you like this." "Like what? The makeup?" "No. Stoned. Scully, you can do anything you want with me right now." His eyes left hers in the mirror, and he looked right at her directly, at the top of her head. "I mean, you *always* can, but ... *right now*..." Justin stopped his preening, patted Scully's shoulder encouragingly, and made a fast exit. Scully felt a rising heat of pride and excitement. She was still watching Mulder in the mirror, stunned by the tenderness on his face. Talking to the top of her head as he was, he must have forgotten she could see his face in the mirror. His hand reached towards her hair but only caressed the air, just short of touching her. Oh god. "Come on, Mulder, they probably think we were abducted." She grabbed his arm, and started to pull him from the bathroom. Then Scully paused. "Mulder, just stop for a second and *look* at yourself, would you?" She twisted and took his face in her hands, pointing him at the mirror. He looked. But he didn't look very interested. "Yeah?" he said, in a neutral tone. "Do you like what you see?" He shrugged. "Do you?" "It's weird, but ... yeah. I think it's kind of ... sexy." "Then I'm all for it. Definitely all for it." ************************************************* "Aaah, the delinquents return!" Jonathan announced when they got back to the living room. Then he took another look, and jumped up from the couch, with a startlingly shrill scream. "Oh, Laurie honey, take a look at this! Oh, you all look fabulous, darlings!" There was a strong fast beat starting up, with a wild piano riff, driving into the song, and Mulder grinned, tossed his head, laughed, and grabbed Scully by the wrist. "Excuse us!" he called back over his shoulder to Jonathan. And he dragged Scully almost bodily out into the center of the floor, swinging her around, provoking her. He moved with an urgent focus, his eyes burning. Locked with hers. And suddenly they were full-out dancing. Scully looked up into Mulder's shadowed eyes, and felt as if her body were fading out, as if her soul were rushing up through the crown of her head. She tried to swallow, felt her face go slack. Her body was moving in perfect synch with his, beyond her volition. And his eyes -- Mulder's eyes -- always deep -- always a mystery to her -- always hinting at visions she yearned to pursue -- and now his eyes were wild, hot, unfamiliar -- like a stranger looking at her, and yet still Mulder -- just the way she often felt about Mulder, in fact, except that -- -- his hands were gripping her hips, moving her where he wanted her, pivoting, making her yield to his direction -- The others were dancing too, now, but Scully didn't notice them. She was lost. All she could feel was the music. She was soaring, with music under her wings. All she could see was Mulder, and the light in Mulder's eyes. Mulder was moving his shoulders, pouting his lips. Goofing and making silly faces. She wanted to grab him and stop him and kiss away the last traces of his lipstick. The idea was fixed in her head now, obsessively, this desire to wrap her arms around his neck, pull him down, kiss his mouth. Kiss his face. But somehow she could no more have grabbed hold of him than gripped the music itself. She saw Mulder and the music as suddenly all one thing, all liquid and in motion and blindingly beautiful, and all she could do was watch and move with it. But when he put one hand on her neck she seized it, and clasping it in both of her own, she lifted it to her lips and put a kiss in his palm. Mulder's head fell back, and his eyes closed. A new drum beat started, simple and compelling. "'Twisted Sister'!" someone shouted. Mulder pushed back from her hands, back from her hips. He began dancing mostly with his shoulders. His eyes flashing madly. He made his hands into fists, and spoke the words along with the music. And Scully loved seeing him this way. This was her favorite way to see Mulder, with defiance like this sparking in his eyes. "WE'RE RIGHT! - yeah! "WE'RE FREE! - yeah! "WE'LL FIGHT! - yeah! "YOU'LL SEE!" They shouted the words with the music, pushing their fists at the air. And damn, it felt good. ... end of part 6