Steam 
Kabochon 
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Summary: Reaffirmation. Sequel to Anne Hedonia's "Fire From 
Ice." 
Timeline: Outside canon. A week later. 
Rating: NC-17. You have to ask?? 
Copy: Part 1 of 1 
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The door was unlocked. 
Was the neighborhood that safe or was he just careless? Or did 
he know? 
Somehow the latter made more sense. He wasn't the careless 
type. He must have sensed it. 
I haven't seen him since we got back to DC. It's been a week. 
He stayed out of the way while I dealt with Mulder. Mulder 
with his sonar system for a brain picked up on my discomfort 
and put two and two together. This led to a bitter argument 
between him and John that had nothing and everything to do 
with me. John walked out of the basement office and I hadn't 
seen him since. 
Since that time I have barely been able to stay in the same room 
with Mulder more than five minutes. It was surreal. 
I walked in the house and locked the door. The TV was on but I 
heard the shower running upstairs. I slipped off my shoes and 
headed for the staircase. 
This was the first time I'd been in his house. Funny that he's the 
only one out of us who actually owns a home. Did I miss 
something? Like a raise? 
I made it to the top of the stairs and followed the sounds of the 
shower. It had not been an easy week at work. I'd planned to 
unwind and relax but all I could think about was him. Not 
Mulder. Him. He was real in a way Mulder couldn't be. He was 
tangible, he was there. Far be it from me to slight Mulder, but 
loving him was as erratic as being partnered with him. I can no 
longer tolerate the uncertainty. 
I meant it. I mean it. He might not be so sure of that after this 
week, but I intend for him to know that I mean it. 
He was in the shower, his back to the bathroom door, standing 
there letting the water beat against him. His hands were pressed 
against the tiles, his face upturned to the shower head. I had a 
most exquisite view of his sinuous form. Clouds of steam 
billowed from the shower. 
Quietly, I undressed. I left my clothes in a neat pile on one of 
his chairs and went into the bathroom. 
Either he was asleep standing up or damn near. He didn't hear 
me come into the bathroom. I took a deep breath and slid back 
the door. It made a squeaking noise. I got in the shower with 
him. The water was hot, but relaxing. 
He turned around suddenly, raw surprise evident in his eyes. 
"Ag--" 
"Shhh!" I put a finger to his lips. 
No words. They get in the way. 
I took the soap and lathered my hands and began soaping his 
chest, remembering how I'd saved him from hypothermia and 
put him in range of Mulder's wrath all at the same time. I 
decided to forego using a washcloth and used my hands. He 
stared at me as I ran the bar over his shoulders and down his 
arms. I looked down. His penis was stiffening, rising and just 
watching him become aroused by my touch was arousing me. 
Raw feminine splendor, the purest form of power, held him 
enthrall. I relathered my hands and turned him around so that I 
could soap his back. He turned without a word and allowed me 
this exquisite pleasure. His muscles rippled under my 
ministrations and I bit back a small moan. He felt so good. I 
allowed myself another bit of pleasure and soaped his buttocks, 
liking the feel of him under my hands. A 100% real man, sure 
don't make them like this anymore. 
He hissed. I'm sure of it. 
I turned him again and lathered once more. The water was still 
deliciously heated and I looked into his eyes finally as I took 
him in my soapy hand. He gasped and put both arms over my 
shoulders, pressing his palms against the tiles behind my head. 
For what it was worth, I was trapped. I gripped him gently, 
soaping his penis in long, slow strokes. He closed his eyes and 
opened them, keeping eye contact with me. I mean this. I mean 
every bit of it. 
I squeezed harder, liking how he felt. He was putty. My putty. 
Mine to do with whatever I wished. Mulder was never so 
amenable. 
He hissed again. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, never 
once breaking eye contact. I turned once more to allow the 
shower head to rinse him off, not loosening my grip on him. The 
water and steam enveloped both of us and I was growing more 
aroused by the second. 
He touched my neck and tipped my head back so that my hair 
was completely soaked by the water. And I was as wet as he. 
"Dana--" he began, but I pressed my forefinger to his lips and 
shook my head. He grabbed my forearms, then slid his hands 
down to my waist. I locked eyes with him and they were blue 
flame, mesmerizing pools of cobalt. My lips parted with the 
intensity between us and I released my grip on his penis as it 
was fully erect and I wanted him to attend to me. 
He grasped my waist more firmly. "Reach," he commanded, and 
lifted me up. I grabbed on to the shower brace and did as he 
ordered. 
"Hold on," he said, his voice silky soft. 
I held on to the shower brace and nimbly wrapped my legs 
around him. He held me by my waist easy, his large hands 
almost spanning my waist. He leaned forward and closed his 
eyes, licking the valley between my breasts and sighed with 
what I perceived to be utter relief. He tightened his hold on me 
and I squeezed my legs, pulling him closer. 
When he started kissing and licking my tight nipples, it was as 
though a tsunami burst forth within me. I could not hold back 
my passion, my need for this man and it bubbled forth. "I mean 
it," I murmured and his response was to kiss my lips. The height 
adjustment from my hold on the shower brace put me eye to eye 
with him. His kiss was splendid, marvelous, ethereal. Like him. I 
felt his arousal hot against my belly and I could think of no 
better place for him to be other than in me. I moaned against his 
lips and his arms slid up my back. 
The water beat against us, of no consequence to either him or 
me. 
"Let go," he commanded and I dropped my arms around his 
neck and kissed him again. He pressed me against the shower 
wall and plunged into me, his wet slick heat driving me past the 
borders of sane and into the land of delirious. I kissed him as he 
thrusted into me...no, I did not want it slow and quiet, I did not 
need any tenderness right at this moment. He kissed back, 
consciously being the calm in the storm I sought. 
He paused in his skillful movements to unwrap one of my legs 
and scooped it into the crook of one arm, pressing his hand 
higher on the shower wall and opening me wider. I moaned my 
delight as he slipped deeper into me...aww GAWD this feels 
SO DAMN GOOD!!!! 
"John," I squeaked. I couldn't keep it inside. I locked my fingers 
into his wet hair, clutching double handfuls as he tapped my 
walls, viciously deliciously scraping against my spot, blasting me 
off like a Saturn V...so gone was I that I didn't notice I'd 
started to bleat like a sheep. 
My climax was cataclysmic, consuming both of us, causing me 
to lock down on him and milk him to his own peak and he 
sagged against me, moaning my name over and over and over. 
******** 
A good while later, we were in his bed, naked and sated only in 
the way good loving allows. He was on his back and I lay at the 
altar of his washboard abs, silently thanking God for sending 
him to me. His hand was entwined in my hair. 
"Dana?" 
"Hmm?" 
"Just want ya to know that I won't let ya go, now." 
"What?" 
"I was gonna back away, give ya time with Muldah...let ya 
decide what you want--" 
"I know what I want." 
"--but after tonight, I can't." 
"John, I know what I want. I knew then. I know now. We don't 
even have to discuss it." 
Even though my head was against his chest, I could feel him 
smile. All of a sudden, my heart was light with happiness. 
"Aw baby, ya got no idea..." he sighed as he pressed me closer. 
"What you've done to me, that is." 
"I have a very good idea," I said as I pressed a kiss to his chest. 
"But you can tell me anytime you think I need reminding." 
"Actually," he said, pulling me up so that I met his eyes, "I'd 
rather show ya." 
  
Fin