Title: "Two Couples"
 Author: Angela W.
 Category: Alternative Universe
 Rating: NC-17
 Summary: Two couples share a cabin. Just remember
it's an alternative universe story and trust me.
Things may not be exactly what they seem.
 Timespan/Spoilers: Assume the first season of "The
X-Files" went exactly as it really did, but that
things veered off at some point shortly after that. No
spoilers for any specific episodes.
 Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
They are the property of Chris Carter and 1013
Productions.
 Feedback: Yes, please, regardless of whether you love
it or hate it. This is only the second AU piece I've
ever attempted.
 Archive: Feel free to archive anywhere.



 Special Agent Sean Pendrell dropped the bags he was
carrying with a muffled thud in the darkened bedroom
of the cabin. The redheaded woman beside him slipped
an arm around his waist and nuzzled his neck.
 "I'm still not sure this is a good idea, Scully," he
said.
 "I wish you wouldn't call me that," she replied.
"Makes you sound like Mulder."
 "Okay, sweetheart," he answered. "But speaking of
Mulder, when do you think they'll arrive?"
 "Don't know," she said. "Even now that they're
married, he still works late on Friday nights, trying
to get everything wrapped up."
 "You're sure this is. . .okay? I mean, we're not
married yet."
 She laughed. "Come on, Sean. This is not my big
brother Bill we're dealing with! It's Mulder's uncle's
cabin; I'm sure he was well aware of the fact that it
only had two bedrooms when they invited us to join
them. She told me where the key was, even said to feel
free to go ahead and go to bed rather than wait up for
them.  The four of us will have plenty of each other's
company tomorrow and Sunday."
 She wondered if Pendrell was still, just the tiniest
bit, jealous of Mulder. He'd asked her, early on, if
she'd ever had a crush on him. She'd denied it
vehemently. The truth was that maybe there had been
just a hint of attraction when she'd first met the
man, but it had soon faded. It was obvious that the
heart of Special Agent Fox Mulder belonged to someone
else. She could now truly say that her affection for
him was purely of a platonic nature.
 "So. . .are you ready to go to bed?" Pendrell asked,
pulling her closer.
 "Mmmhmm," his fiancee murmured. She hoped Pendrell
wasn't going to get all overly modest on her and
insist they "sleep together" only in the literal sense
of the words this weekend. The man was good in bed.
Surprisingly good. *DAMNED* good. The first time
they'd ever really been on what could be termed an
actual "date" together, he'd been flustered and
tongue-tied for most of the evening. Until he'd kissed
her goodnight. At that point, he'd suddenly found
another use for his tongue and she'd decided that
conversation was an overrated skill, anyway. Actually,
once the first awkwardness was breached, he'd proved a
delightful conversation partner - intelligent, a good
listener and with a dry but wicked sense of humor. But
they'd had four hours of conversation on the drive up
from the D.C. area and now she was ready for less talk
and more action.
 With a quick economy of movement, he removed his
clothes, then hers. The night air was chill and they
slipped beneath the sheets of the double bed. He bent
his head to hers for another one of those mind-blowing
kisses and slid his fingers between her legs. Pendrell
grinned in anticipation and masculine pride at how wet
she was already. Well, they *HAD* been flirting and
teasing for the last two hours of the drive. Letting
their hands wander playfully up and down each other's
thighs and arms, stealing quick kisses when the
traffic conditions permitted.
 She was a natural redhead and so was he. They were
sometimes mistaken for brother and sister when they
were out together, but there was nothing sibling-like
in the love they shared. As he eased himself into her
warm, slick body, it was difficult to tell where his
nest of red curls ended and where hers began.
 The demands of work had kept them from enjoying each
other sexually all week long. Now it didn't take long
for their mutual pleasure to reach its peak. Almost
immediately afterwards, they fell asleep.

 Special Agent Fox Mulder and his wife entered the
dimly lit cabin and were immediately greeted by the
muffled but unmistakeable sounds of another couple
having sex. Mulder rolled his eyes and muttered,
"Science geek mating sounds. Just what I always wanted
to hear."
 "Shh!" the woman beside him cautioned. "We don't want
to embarrass them."
 "Would you please explain again why we had to invite
them to join us up here this weekend?" Mulder asked.
"I mean, you're the one who always complains that I
spend too much time at work, that we don't get to
spend enough time alone together. So, what happens
when I finally clear my calendar so that we can get
away for a weekend? You invite her and Pendrell to
come with us!"
 "Fox, I just thought it would be nice. I mean, the
whole situation is kind of. . .awkward. Considering
the work and personal issues involved and everything."
 He grinned. He really didn't want to argue with his
wife tonight. He had better ideas. "Okay, kitten,
okay." 
 She rolled her eyes. "Do you have to call me by that
ridiculous nickname?"
 "If you're going to insist on calling me 'Fox', I get
to call you by the animal name of my choosing."
 "That's different. Fox is your name!"
 "You could just call me Mulder. And I could just use
your last name, too."
 She shook her head. "This is a personal relationship,
Fox, not a professional one. I think first names - or
even nicknames, if you insist - are more appropriate
than last names."
 They had moved to the bedroom on the other side of
the cabin while they were talking and now came to a
stop in front of the huge king-sized bed that
dominated the room.
 "Think we can put this to good use?" he asked with a
smirk.
 "Maybe they don't want to hear profiler mating
sounds," she suggested.
 "So we'll be quiet," Mulder replied.
 Fat chance of that she thought as he fastened his
mouth to the side of her neck. Her husband always
inspired the most amazing noises from her. In her few
previous relationships, she'd always been rather
reserved but Mulder brought out the wildcat in her.
She began unbuttoning his shirt, taking time to taste
and caress every inch of his skin as it was revealed
to her. She ended up on her knees when the last button
was undone. So she pulled down his zipper and took him
in her mouth. He groaned loudly.
 "Why, Agent Mulder! I thought you were going to be
quiet?"
 Mulder laughed and yanked her to her feet, then
tossed her on the bed. He removed the few remaining
articles of his own clothing and set about slowly
stripping her as well. After each article was removed
from her body, he paused to lick or tickle the newly
bared skin. By the time she was naked, she was
writhing with desire and he was hard as a rock.
 "Want on top?" he murmured. Despite his enormous
sexual appetite, he was still a gentleman, constantly
willing to defer to her choices in intimate matters.
 "No. You on top," his wife answered.
 Mulder penetrated her with one quick thrust, then set
up a slow steady rhythm. She dug her fingernails into
his shoulders as she climaxed, almost drawing his
blood in an effort to keep from screaming out her
pleasure. She was still hazily aware of the other
couple just a few yards away in the other bedroom.
Mulder's control was somewhat less; he gave a low,
gutteral growl of her name as he came.

 The next morning, sunlight streaming in through the
windows awoke two male federal agents at almost the
exact same time. Each turned to the women beside him
with a smile of satisfaction on his face. The
redheaded woman in Sean Pendrell's bed opened her
eyes.
 "Good morning," she murmured.
 "Morning, Missy," he replied. "Think your sister and
brother-in-law are awake yet?"

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