Title: Tension Author: Michelle Date: January 2005 Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR Classification: M POV, Smut, UST & RST Spoilers: Placed somewhere during season six but no real spoilers that I can think of. Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, Fox and et al. I'm just letting these characters have fun! I also got my plot idea from Guiding Light Soap Opera. It's been many years ago that this plot was on air and it was just the basic plot of the mental institution situation that I barrowed. The conversations are different as they were adapted for Mulder and Scully. I intend to give GL and its writer's the credit for this plot. Summary: Sexual tension starts to get at M & S. A very thin plot...just pure smut! Author's Notes: The "sex on a stick phrase" was borrowed from Cybill and Xfilesopus, hope you gals don't mind! I think this is one of my better efforts at writing great sex scenes...enjoy! Thanks to my beta, Donnilee! Archiving: Honored, just tell me where! Website: donnilee.xf-redux.com/michelle/ Feedback: racinflames24and48@yahoo.com or mulderimyours24@hotmail.com ********************************* Hoover Building Basement Friday, May 12 4:05 PM "Mulder." Scully said my name trying to get my attention. Apparently I had somehow laid my head down on my desk and fallen asleep. Her louder than normal voice jolted me awake and I looked up, squinting my eyes and feeling numbness on parts of my cheek. "I'm sorry," I mumbled and tried refocusing my eyes on her as she perched at her desk. "I want to talk to you about something," she started, repositioning her neat piles on her desk and flipping off her desk lamp. "Okay," I answered her and waited for her to go on. "It has been kind of slow lately. You know, the cases haven't been that out of the ordinary. I was wondering if you'd mind if I took some time off?" Suddenly ideas swarmed my brain and I was finally wide awake and focused on her every word. "Time off? Is something wrong?" "No. Why do you always assume that something's wrong?" She raised her eyebrow at me in a knowing smirk. "I don't know, just isn't normal for you to slow down," I answered. "Are you going somewhere? A vacation?" "Well, I hadn't planned anything, but I might. I just want to take a little break, maybe even clean my apartment." "Yeah, I should do that too," I mumbled. I picked up a few pencils on my desk and put them in a cup as I tried to figure out what else to say to her. "Well, I think I'm going to head out a little early and enjoy the weekend. Judging from the light coming from that tiny window, it is a gorgeous day out in the real world." She smiled and pointed to the poor excuse for a window that was our only connection to the outside in this hellhole. "That's cool. I guess I'll head out too." I stood and took my jacket off the back of my chair, swinging it around to put it on and leaned down to flip off my desk light. "Do you think you'd like to have dinner with me?" I asked, hesitating as I contemplated whether her asking for time off really meant wanting time away from me. "Um, well," she stuttered. "It's okay. Forget I asked." "No. It's not that I don't want to. I was thinking of getting started on that spring cleaning. You're welcome to come over, maybe even help me out in a few spots since you're so tall." She lightly gestured with her hand indicating my height as I pushed open the door and placed my hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the building and into the parking lot. "How about I pick up some carry out on my way over? That will give you some time to change and all," I suggested and she nodded in agreement. We both hopped into our cars and headed for home. XXXXXXXXXXXX Scully's Apartment 6:27 PM I got out of my car and grabbed the carry out bags and kicked the door shut with my foot. It had begun to rain lightly on my way over and the sky was getting darker with blue-gray clouds. I made my way into her apartment building and up to the third floor. I knocked on the door a few times and waited for my Scully to answer. My Scully. Yes, she was mine, in my head! Maybe some R&R would be best for both of us. The tension at work has been exhausting. We hadn't been fighting. We hadn't even been talking much, and lately, I thought it was all about our bodies rebelling against us. My feelings, and hers for that matter, were unspoken. I wanted desperately to make my fantasies about her come true and tell her that I was in love with her, but it was so hard. I was NOT good at this. Neither was she. At work, we kept getting ourselves into predicaments. I accidentally bumped into her the other day and practically fell on top of her. She spilled her coffee on me and I had to remove my shirt. Our eyes kept connecting in shy frustration and our hands, well,**;** let's just say I thought we both needed some physical contact. They were all accidents and all very awkward. Scully hadn't been on a date in years. Yeah, I kept track. I was sure it had been awhile since she'd been kissed, let alone fucked senseless. Now don't get the wrong idea. I don't only want to fuck her, but everything else too! I want the whole relationship; a normal, healthy romance for once in my lifetime. This time, it would be the best I'd ever had, because it was Scully and because she was the only woman I'd ever loved. As for me, no dating either. Women had offered but once I'd admitted to myself that I loved Scully; I just couldn't do it anymore. It just didn't feel right. Therefore, I'd been limited to my own hand for comfort during those very trying times. Suddenly I was snapped out of my own thoughts by Scully's bright, blue eyes staring at me. 'She opened the door? I hadn't even noticed!' She invited me in and I made my way into her living room. My eyes followed her as her little ass wiggled into the kitchen. She was wearing the sexiest thing I'd ever seen her in; cotton pajama bottoms that were sitting extremely low on her hips. They almost looked as if they were going to fall off at any moment. It got better, though. She was also wearing a baby blue tank top that hugged her frame and no bra! I could see her puckered nipples and her beautiful, full curves. I was ready to faint from the reality of it. Didn't she realize how she looked? My mouth was extremely dry and I could feel my cock stir in my pants as the blood rushed south. "Mulder, are you okay? You seem really quiet and nervous." She faced me from the kitchen and I stared at her from where I stood near the living room couch. "Uh. Yeah, I'm fine! So, are you ready to eat?" I asked, trying to get my mind off of desert. "Yes, I'm starved. What took you so long?" she questioned while pulling plates and silverware from her cupboards. "Ah, the traffic was horrible tonight," I answered as I sat down on her couch. I began to open the cartons of food that I had put on the coffee table before my eyes started having a field day with Scully. Out of the corner of my eye, Scully approached me and sat down beside me on the couch. "So, have you seen your mom lately?" I questioned, trying to start a conversation. I figured her mother was a safe topic. Anytime I talked about a parent, it helped to deflate my arousal. "Actually, we had lunch the other day. We had a really nice talk, she made me think about a lot of things, as she always does." Scully finished her sentence and then a flicker of light caught both of our eyes and we looked towards the source. The light bulb in her kitchen flickered twice more before it extinguished. "I should go fix that," she stated and got up from her seat. "Scully, you should finish eating first," I protested. However, she waved her hand at me and proceeded. "Well, the food is a little hot anyway. I'll only be a minute." I watched Scully with my full attention as she pulled the only close chair from her desk. The chair had wheels and suddenly I was on my feet, knowing she could fall. "You shouldn't use that chair!" I shouted to her as she started climbing up. "Mulder, I'm a big girl. I carry a gun and could get injuries on a daily basis that are worse than what could happen on this chair. Don't worry so much," she scolded. Although I knew she knew better, I couldn't help but get the feeling that she was just trying to show me that she could take care of herself. I stepped closer, watching her as she stretched both of her hands up to the light bulb. As she stretched, so did her torso, leaving her tank top struggling to stay in place as it clung to her body and slid up her flat belly. I looked up the length of her body and realized my head was just below her breasts and only inches from them. Rapidly, my mouth resumed its dryness and I had an awful time swallowing. My eyes were glued to her body and I had such an urge to touch her and kiss the exposed swell of her belly. "I've almost got it," she informed me as she struggled with the tight bulb. Better her than me. She had tinier fingers. 'Ahh, her fingers. Oh please,' I pleaded in my head, praying for the day when I could experience her fingers where I wanted them. 'Was it getting hot in here?' Abruptly, she lost her balance and I immediately put my hands on her hips, steadying her. She resumed twisting the bulb as my thumbs explored her soft flesh. This was so great! I screamed in my head like a happy, little kid. I moved one hand up her side slightly until my whole hand was practically encompassing her side and my thumb was just below her breasts. Before I could even enjoy the experience, she put a hand on my shoulder and I helped her down off the chair. "Finally got it, huh?" I stated the obvious as she walked to a cabinet and retrieved a new one. 'A new one; I didn't even think about that.' I would get another chance to feel her baby-soft skin! 'See, she reduced me to mud!' "If you were a gentleman, you'd offer to put the new one in since you're tall and all!" she said, chuckling. 'Why would I want to do a thing like that? Way to ruin my plans. Did she realize I was trying to feel her up?' "Sure Scully, I'd be happy to." I smiled, pretending as if I hadn't done anything wrong. I pushed the chair a little and it began to roll slowly and then came to a halt as I simply reached up and began screwing in the light bulb. "There. All fixed, ma'am." I played, pretending to tip an invisible hat. She smirked and made her way back into the living room. This night had been fun so far, but I couldn't help but feel like I was living in a dream. The events and conversations we were having weren't normal. Normally, we could talk each other's ear off, usually about work. Lately, especially tonight, everything, and I mean everything, was dripping with sexual tension. If it didn't let up soon I thought I was going to embarrass myself. "So, back to our conversation. I believe you were about to tell me about your mother?" I recalled as I sat next to her on the couch and picked up my fork. "Yeah. She's has been doing well. She was telling me that Charlie called and apologized for missing Easter. My mom is very sensitive about any holiday. Without Charlie there, she was still emotional about the whole event. I can't seem to get her to get over things like that. I think she's lonely." I nodded, agreeing. Ahh, this was a much better conversation, more like us. "Well, maybe she needs to get out more. It sucks that she has to live all alone in that big house. But you know, she's not the only one who does it everyday," I concluded. I suddenly realized that I'd left myself open to a more tense conversation about our loneliness and living alone. "Yeah. I've often suggested that she move into a retirement home where there are new people, socialization, and activities. However, she dismisses the idea every time. I imagine that with time, she'll realize that the life she loved, having her husband and kids at home, is never coming back. Once she gets to that point, she'll move on," Scully explained. Oh good, she was still talking about her mother. I could deal with that. "Are you worried about her, Scully?" I asked, as I begin cleaning up the food and stand to go into the kitchen. "No. I just wish she had someone. I know how lonely it is and at least I have friends. She doesn't have anyone really, just me and Bill," she continued as she carried plates into the kitchen. "Well, maybe you could fix her up with someone?" "Oh please! I don't know many men her age and I doubt she'd go for it." "Well, I'm sure there are plenty of guys, you just have to know where to look," I finished. She raised her eyebrow, finally meeting my eyes for the first time in awhile. "You know where to look for guys?" she questioned me, apparently amused. "Well, I am a guy. I would hope that I'd know a little something about where guys hang out." "Mulder, my mom doesn't need a guy from the Bureau, and certainly not the bar," she began. I cut her off with one finger to her lips. "I wouldn't dream of those places for your mother. I was thinking more along the lines of the gym," I suggested and removed my finger. "Mulder, I doubt there are older men at the gym." "Boy, are you wrong. Maybe you need to come to my gym. The craze nowadays is a healthy lifestyle and I can tell you that there are lots of guys there your mother's age. And you know, going to the gym would get her out of the house in a social situation, not to mention it would be good for her." "You're right, it could be good for her. Maybe I will mention it." She nodded and turned back to the sink. "I'm going to clean the kitchen floor," she stated as if it were my cue to get off the linoleum. I moved closer to the couch and back on the carpet and stared out her living room window. It was much darker outside now and the rain was beating on her windows. "What do you want me to clean?" I asked. She finished filling up her bucket with water and soap suds and lifted it out of the sink and onto the floor. "You want to help?" she questioned, as if she wasn't taking me seriously. "Sure." I nodded. "That bookcase behind you." She pointed. "You could dust it and put my books back in alphabetical order by title," she directed. I inwardly chuckled at Scully's organization and turned to look at the bookshelf. 'This shouldn't be that hard,' I thought. I organized for a few minutes, picking up heavy medical volumes and stacking them on the floor. "Have you ever heard of the Swiffer, Scully?" I questioned, thinking it would be a lot easier for her to clean with. "Yes, Mulder. I do that everyday. This floor hasn't been manually cleaned in about a year. Good old-fashioned cleaning is always better anyway," she responded. I looked back at Scully in the kitchen. She was kneeling on the floor with her back partially facing me as she dipped a scrub brush into the water. I studied her frame and noticed once again that her pants slipping low on her body, revealing a thin string sitting high on her hip. I followed the string to her ass and barely saw where it connected. Oh my God. Scully was wearing a thong! My mouth dropped open and one of the heavy volumes slipped out of my hand and pounded the floor with a thud. Scully had turned to look at me to see what happened. "I can't do this anymore," I say, shaking my head. "Okay Mulder. You don't have to help me clean," she said in an understanding tone. "No. Not that. I ... this thing between us," I started. "Oh, that. You noticed?" she asked, looking at me with a worried face, as if she thought she had been the only one. She stood up and approached me in the living room. She had some water splashes on her tight tank top and her nipples were once again puckered and calling my name. "Yeah, I noticed! I notice it at the office, in the car, at home everyday, and at night when I sleep. I walk in here and you look like sex on a stick!" I shouted, frustrated. "Who said anything about sex?" she asked. Her face crinkled between her eyes and her brows lowered. "What's going on? You don't wear stuff like this around me," I said a little more softly, gesturing to her body as I ran my other hand through my hair. "How do you know I don't wear this when I clean? I want to be comfortable," she responded and I couldn't believe that she didn't understand that her outfit was provocative. "I know you don't. My Scully would wear a pair of jogging shorts and a big tee shirt with her hair up in a ponytail. You can't fool me, Scully. I've known you for six years. I know everything about you. Everything, except how you feel." "How I feel about what?" she said, playing dumb. "About us," I clarified. "What? We're partners. We're friends. What do you want me to say?" she continued as if she were denying everything that had happened in the last few hours. "Fine. You know what? Obviously, you need to think about a few things. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Scully, I've always cared about you and I think it's becoming much more than that. We need to face it, together, whether we're scared or not." I stared at her, watching her eyes examine the floor. Her eyes darted up to mine to see if I was watching her and then retreated again. "Look, maybe this wasn't such a good idea," I concluded. I quickly grabbed my jacket and left her apartment. I ran down the stairs, out the door and to my car. The rain was so thick that it soaked my hair face and jacket. I climbed in my car and put the key in the ignition. The car made a few screeching noises. I continued to try but the car wouldn't start. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "What the hell? This car is not that old. Damn it!" I shouted in frustration, hitting the steering wheel with my palms. I put one hand to my head, holding my throbbing forehead. What had happened that sent my life spiraling out of control so quickly? I was always able to handle Scully before. She was acting so different. I hadn't ever seen her indulge in showing off her feminine side, nor had I noticed her hanging it over my head. She was absolutely gorgeous today. I loved seeing her in tight fitting, comfortable clothing and it about knocked my socks off. She was even flirty. We didn't have our usual banter. I was so confused. 'When did it all change?' All I could conclude was that she realized her feelings for me and was trying to test them out to see if I reciprocated and when I confronted her about them she got scared. 'Why couldn't I tell her? I wanted to tell her'. It should be easier now right? I knew that she wanted me. Actually, I wasn't sure about that, if I was honest. She seemed content to torture me all day but never came out and said or did anything to make me think she wanted it to go further. Something caught my eye and I was jolted out of my thoughts. I looked at the passenger side window and heard a slight knocking. I unlocked the door and she jumped in to get out of the rain. "What are you doing?" I shouted. She lowered her raincoat hood and peered at me with her piercing blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to deal with this." "Can we please define 'this' because I think that's the first place to start dealing," I began, talking in circles. "Mulder. We work in such a close proximity that I'm sure this was bound to happen. There are many other agents in the field that have endured physical tension." "Sexual tension, Scully. And I'm not talking about other agents, I'm talking about us," I corrected. Her eyes darted to her lap where she was twisting her fingers in nervousness. "I don't know what to say." "I do. Scully, I don't know how you feel about our sexual tension. I don't know how you feel about me. I do know that I've been in love with you for quite some time. This is really hard for me to say this to you because I don't know how you feel. I don't want to ruin our friendship but something has got to give because this is not working anymore." "I love you too," she whispered. She finally met my eyes. She blinked away tears and repeated louder, "I love you, too." A big smile spread across my face as I leaned in, putting my hand up to her jawbone. I could still feel tension in her neck, like she was holding back for some reason. She choked back her cries as her eyes met mine. I tried to dismiss it and began to kiss her bottom lip, tugging on it gently and trying to get her to kiss me back. She did, but slowly. It was the most tender kiss I'd ever received. I licked the crease of her lips and she opened her mouth slightly and I pushed my tongue in. "Ummm," she moaned. My left hand began to roam under her jacket. Before I could even reach the goods, I felt her hand on my chest, pushing me away. "Can we go upstairs?" she asked, in a breathy, husky voice that I'd never heard before. My groin hardened further and I was speechless. I nodded my head in the affirmative and both of us jumped out of the car and ran for the entrance to her apartment. Once inside the door, we hiked up the stairs two at a time. By the time we reached the third floor, we were breathless. She opened the door and I followed her in, kicking it shut behind me. I grabbed her and pulled her into a frenzied kiss. We both peeled off our jackets while our tongues struggled to stay in contact. I pushed her down on the floor and began kissing her neck, smelling her hair. Suddenly, my hands were everywhere. I skimmed her sleek sides, feeling her hourglass curves. I ran one hand across her toned belly and lifted her tank top enough so that I could grip one of her full breasts. Moans were escaping both of us and I knew I couldn't stop myself. Her hands embraced me, feeling my body up and down and running her hands through my hair and holding my head to her body. "I want more." I strained to speak in my husky voice. She lifted my arms in a swift movement and removed my black tee shirt. She lay down next to me and we began kissing deeply, heavy breaths coming from our noses. Then she slowly pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me. I thought it was the sexiest thing she'd done up to this point. She was normally pretty reserved but apparently she wasn't in the sack. I was lovin' it! I pushed her cotton pants down just slightly before getting under the elastic band. She shifted her body slightly towards me, which allowed me to reach around and grip her heart-shaped ass. "Oh God," she breathed, breaking our kiss. My mouth immediately looked for something new to kiss and found that sucking her nipple through the fabric was kind of fun. My hand continued to strive to reach her center from the back and when I did, I pushed my middle finger into her and explored her wetness. She moaned and started bucking into my finger. Her sex was dripping wet. She wedged her hand in between us and I could feel her fingers grabbing and holding my package. I flinched with that touch and bucked into her body. All I could hear was blood thumping in my ears, her moans, and our heavy breathing, combined with the best sounds of kissing I had ever heard. Scully got tired of groping me through my jeans and her tiny fingers popped the snap and practically yanked my pants off of me. I lifted my hips to help and she managed to pull the damp jeans below my knees. As she crawled back up my body, I tugged at her tank top. She obliged, lifting her arms for me to pull it off. I tossed the garment away and she lowered her breast to my face as I pulled her to me. I suckled her nipple, pulled it onto my mouth, biting lightly and then sucking hard. "Oh yeah," she gasped, and I saw her eyes close and her head tilt back as she arched her torso into me. I gave some attention to the other breast and then used my hands to explore her. Before I could even register what was happening, her breast slipped out of my mouth. She moved down and lowered her mouth to my cock, licking the underside and pulling it to stand tall with her left hand. She rubbed her nose in my public hair to inhale my scent. I had been reduced to groans. I didn't think I could utter one intelligent word. Then, the unimaginable happened. Scully jumped up quickly and whirled around to look at the door. 'What? Who the fuck?' My brain tried to return to normal thought and I tucked myself back into my boxers and sat up, leaning my back against the lazy chair. "Mom, what are you doing?" Scully asked, bewildered to see her mother at this hour. "I am so sorry Dana, I had no idea I'd be interrupting." Margaret Scully had let herself in the unlocked door and then turned her back to Scully as soon as she noticed our predicament. "I'll be right back." Scully sighed, covering her breasts with one arm in embarrassment. She fled to her bedroom to retrieve a robe. All the while, I was willing her not to leave me alone with her mother. I pulled up my pants quickly, but continued to sit against the couch. "Fox," Mrs. Scully said, her back still to me. "Mrs. Scully," I acknowledged, my voice huskier than I would have liked it to be when greeting Scully's mother. I was mortified; completely embarrassed with heated, crimson cheeks and everything. My hands were shaking wildly like I had been electrocuted. I tried to hold them steady over my curled up legs. Scully returned, but not as quickly as I had wished. "Dana, can I see you in the hallway please?" Mrs. Scully asked in a scolding tone. I put my hand to my forehead, stretching my thumb and forefinger across the expanse to squeeze both of my temples at the same time. Scully peered back at me with piercing blue eyes and then she walked out the front door into the hallway outside her apartment. I wasn't privy to the conversation because she pulled the door shut behind her. I finally gained the composure to stand and I pulled up my uncomfortably tight jeans and tucked my tented boxers back in behind the zipper and button. I walked over to where we had shredded our soaked jackets in our heated passion. I hung them up to dry on Scully's coat rack and then picked up her baby blue tank top. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled slowly, smelling her skin and her shower wash. I heard the door click open behind me and like a startled little boy, I tucked the contents in my hands behind my back. To my relief, it was Scully and only Scully. "She's gone?" I questioned. Scully nodded, her face still slightly flushed and rosy pink. "What did she want?" I continued. She shut the front door and walked into the dining room. Scully held up her cell phone. "I left this at lunch the other day. She was in the neighborhood doing some shopping and thought she'd bring it by," Scully explained as she set it on the table. "And I'm sure you got an earful about what she walked in on, huh?" I said hesitantly, lowering my head as if I were a teenaged boy who got his girl in trouble with her mom. "Oh yeah, but in an unexpected way." "How so?" "She told me to go back and finish." "She said that?" I smiled with amusement. "Well, not in so many words, but," she trailed off. My lips landed on the crook of her neck and nudged aside the robe as I started sucking on a soft spot. I tried to ignore her hesitation and attempted to get her back in the mood. "Is this where we were?" "No. I think we were a lot further along," she mumbled. My hands came around her waist and untied her robe, letting it slide off her shoulders. She cocked her head away from me, exposing more skin for suckling as I tugged her towards the couch. "I loved your mouth on me," I told her as I kissed up her jaw line and allowed my hands to roam over her warm breasts that were pimpled by goose bumps. She shivered as I sat down on the couch and pulled her into my lap. I slid my hand into the back of her pants and grabbed both of her bare ass cheeks with my hands. I tugged them upwards and her body lifted in sync as she planted her mouth on mine. Our kisses returned to heated battles of our tongues. I had no idea that she was such a good kisser, let alone this aggressive. She was shoving her tongue down my throat and slowly moving it, then retreating to bite sensually on my lower lip. She sucked and then alternated with slow, almost shy kisses to fast-paced, pure, hungry kisses. "If you don't ... get me naked ... soon, I'm going to come in my pants." I struggled to talk, my voice ragged and deep. She removed her mouth from my neck and leaned back to show me her smile. "Already?" she asked, as she arched an eyebrow. "Is this going to be fast, Mulder?" she inquired. All of the sudden I was terrified about my performance. "I sure hope not," I mumbled and slammed my eyes shut trying to forget I'd heard that question. I didn't know if she really realized how the comment had hit me. I pushed her off of me and we both stood up. I pushed her pants down and left her thong on so that I could look at it on her perfect body. I was relieved that she was giving me back some control. I started kissing her lips again. Meanwhile, she tugged at my zipper and button again. I used one hand to help her push them off my hips, taking my boxers with them. I kicked out of my jeans and my erection sprang free and bobbed between us. Then I felt her hand grab my erection and softly stroke it as if she were exploring its texture and length. Bbbbbrrrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnggggggggggggggggggg! 'What was that fucking noise?' I shook my head free of our frenzied kissing and peered around her apartment looking for its source. Scully dropped her forehead to my chest and I cupped her neck, gently rubbing it and feeling the tension there. She stood there, just waiting to hear a voice come on the answering machine. "Scully. It's me, Assistant Director Skinner. I just tried calling Mulder's apartment and didn't get an answer. Listen, I've got a case for you guys. Call me as soon as you get this message." Scully lifted her eyes to me and I saw them turn a darker shade of blue. I knew something was going on in her head. "What? The case can wait until Monday." I gripped her waist and back, knowing that she was about to pull away. "Scully, please don't," I warned. "Mulder. We really shouldn't be doing this," she reminded me, keeping her head low. It was as if Skinner's voice shocked her back into the real world and it completely ruined both of our moods. She pushed away from me and picked up her robe, returning it to her body like a shield. "That's it, huh?" I asked, exasperated, as I pulled up my boxers. "That's it? You're going to let that ruin this?" "It wouldn't be right, Mulder. When you start sleeping with friends, everything gets messed up!" she said, raising her voice in frustration. "Friends," I chuckled. "Friends; friends with benefits? Is that what you think I was going for?" I started to get angry. "What were you doing? If you didn't want this, why did you keep going and with so much fucking enthusiasm?" I yelled. "I did want it," she began in a soft voice but I cut her off. "It? Sex, Scully. Did you want sex?" I questioned her harshly. "I," she started and then stopped. I guess she didn't know what to say. The silence was hurting me as badly as what she had already said. "You told me you loved me in the car. Do you not mean it?" I hurled more questions at her. For the first time I noticed tears pooling in her glassy eyes. "I do love you," she exclaimed, louder then any of her previous statements. "I do love you," she repeated. "But?" I prompted, waiting for an explanation. "We have to work together Mulder. We cannot be involved sexually because if we get caught, like we've almost been twice tonight, we might lose our jobs! Not to mention our friendship." "We might loose our friendship alright because I can't take this!" I shouted at her. With that statement, her tears streamed down her face. Oh no, I'd made Scully cry. She hardly ever cried and I'd made her cry. I stepped towards her to take her in my arms as the realization of my comment hit me and prompted me to console her. She backed away and turned her back to me and my arms fell dead to my sides. "Just go," she said firmly and coldly. I knew I had fucked up then. I'd let this situation go from bad to worse and it was all my fought. I gathered my clothes, slipping on my jeans and once again buttoning back up, this time with no erection to hide. I slipped my feet roughly into my shoes and carried my shirt as I tugged on my jacket. I thought about apologizing but I figured it was no use. I just stared at her ridged back and then closed the door behind me with a click. I stood outside her door for a minute with my ear pressed against the cold wood. I could hear her let her tears go with loud sobs and cries as she tried to regain control of her breathing and emotions. That was the worse sound I had ever heard in my life. She was crying from deep in her chest, probably huddled on the floor with her face in her hands. I wanted to run back in there and hold her but I just knew I would make it worse. Maybe with a little time away from me, the next two days would make her see things in a different light. I still held onto a little hope, the fact that she loved me. XXXXXXXXXXXXX Hoover Building A.D. Skinner's Office Monday, May 15 8:00 AM Scully strode into Skinner's office exactly on time, wearing a neat and clean business suit that held her so stiffly that she looked like she was made of steel. Her lips were pursed, her hair tucked behind her ears as she carried her briefcase by her side and tucked it under the ledge on Skinner's desk as she sat beside me. Me. Wow, she didn't even look at me. 'I think I have a bigger problem on my hands than I realized.' I seriously thought she was into us, but once reality hit her, her walls went back up and she'd made up her mind. "The case," Skinner began. "Is right here in D.C., so you needn't go far. A woman named Miranda Kofler is being held at a local mental institution. Kofler is believed by local enforcement to be the murderer of Brooke Saunders. However, there is no substantial evidence to hold her in the county jail so they returned her to the mental facility where she lived before the murder occurred." "Where is the X-File in this, Sir?" I questioned. "Well, I am hoping that you will be able to tell me that. The circumstances are rather peculiar, which is why they cannot pin this woman as the murderer. I imagine that's why the local law enforcement sent the file here; to see what we could come up with." I nodded and looked at Scully. Her face was glazed over with a stern disposition. "Do you have any questions Agent Scully?" Skinner asked, seeming to notice her quietness. "No, sir. It sounds perfectly clear to me," she answered him. With that, Skinner handed the file to me and Scully and I vacated our chairs and headed for the door. I tucked the file under my left arm and put my hand on the small of her back as we exited the room. She flinched at my touch and tried to walk faster to get my hand off of her. "Can you really do this?" I questioned as we walked into the basement office. "Do what? Everything is back to normal, Mulder. Now let's just get this case rolling," she said with determination as she passed me by to slam her briefcase down on her desk as if putting a period at the end of her sentence. "Okay," I said sarcastically. I smirked. I was interested to see just how long she could deal with this situation. "I think we have to get into that mental institution to talk to this woman. Get inside her head," Scully began. "What are you suggesting?" I asked, intrigued at her throwing herself into her work to avoid me. "Undercover. We're never going to get anywhere if she knows we're cops." "She's mentally ill, Scully. I doubt she cares." "Well, it says here that," she paused and skimmed the file. The file? When did she get that? I hadn't even noticed that she took it from under my arm. "They say she has not been diagnosed as mentally ill. My hunch is that she might not be crazy." "You have a hunch?" I asked with my eyebrow raised. She just kept surprising me. She ignored my comment. "Undercover," I repeated her suggestion. "How so? Should I commit you?" "Uh, me?" she asked, exasperated. "You're the Oxford trained psychologist! I think it should be you!" she argued, her eyes turning a bright blue. "Me? You're the doctor! That should count for something! At least you don't have ideas in your head to cloud your judgment. Plus, you're a woman. Other women will be more willing to open up about personal things than they will with a man." I was hoping she'd pick up on the fact that I was no longer just referring to the case but the fact that she won't open up with me. "You've got to be kidding?" She started to pace the office with her hands on her hips. "Alright, you know what? Fine. Just fine, maybe it will get me away from you! If I can't have my time off, then I guess this is my next best option." She huffed in frustration and gathered her things from her desk like she was leaving. "Where are you going?" I questioned, standing near the door. "I'm going home to pack. So I suggest you pick me up in a hour and commit me!" "I will. Because you, my friend, have lost your mind!" I chuckled at how flustered this whole situation had made her. I was a little frustrated that she was pushing me away. I decided that she needed to deal with this in her own way, so I was going to give her space. She strode out the door and I stood in the office, enjoying the view as she went. As I stood there and pondered, I came to the realization that I hadn't fucked up completely. I thought she was holding back for more reasons than one. She refused to break her walls down that she had built so well. It might just be harder than I thought to get her to give into her feelings but perhaps it was up to me to give her proof of why this would be good for us. XXXXXXXXXXXXX Scully's Apartment 11:02 AM I pulled up outside of her apartment building knowing full well that I hadn't even given her a half hour, let alone an hour to pack. I followed her straight from work and I knew I wasn't far behind her. I sat in my car trying to decide whether to sit there a while or go in. Finally, I decided to go up and see if we couldn't talk about this a little more before she left. I walked quietly down the hallway to her apartment door and listened closely. I did not hear any movement and the first thing that popped into my head was that she might be taking a shower. This might be her last shower in her own home for a long time. 'Oh Scully, wet and naked. Oh I really shouldn't do this to myself.' I pushed my key into the lock and slowly turned the handle. When I opened the door, a vacant, dim room greeted me. I knew she must be here. I saw her car outside. I heard a quiet moan and wondered if she were crying again or maybe even hurt. I approached her bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. I watched from the door and to my disbelief, Scully was propped up on a stack of pillows in an upright position, naked, and touching herself. Her fingers pinched her nipples tightly and her other hand smoothed over her belly and moved quickly to the red curls between her legs. I leaned against the door, feeling my dick harden. I felt dizzy and my legs turned to jelly. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape when I heard her speak. "I can do this. Before Mulder comes. Please!" she begged her body, as if she needed the release so badly that it was going to kill her. I saw her hand pick up something that was lying by her thigh and she inserted it into her vagina, adjusting her pelvis as she lifted off the bed slightly. At this point, I was ready to faint. I'd had no idea that Scully owned a dildo. My eyes fixated on her hand, which immediately pumped the toy in and out of her body at a rapid pace. Her face grimaced at first and then the lines smoothed as she clamped her eyes shut. "Oh God, please," she continued to beg to anyone who would listen, apparently that included the Lord. I reached down with my right hand and pressed at my jeans, adjusting the position of my hard on and trying to relieve some pressure. How could I get in there and help her without her freaking out? My brain started running wild with ways to enter her bedroom during this private moment. "Uh, uh, uh," she grunted in throaty whispers, pumping herself at a medium rhythm and rubbing her clit in tiny circles. Her eyes opened once more and I realized she was having trouble getting to orgasm. Her eyes darted around the room, then went heavy lidded for a moment as her hand increased speed. Then she opened her eyes again, looking straight at the door. Oh shit. Her hand stopped dead and I knew she had seen me. I opened the door slowly and entered, making my way to her bed. She still hadn't taken her eyes off me and I crawled up the bed to her, bringing my face to her legs. I nudged her legs apart a little more and put my hand on hers, which was still holding the toy deeply inside her. "Keep going," I encouraged, pushing her hand a little. She began moving the dildo again but very slowly. I started licking the inside of her thigh. I heard a whimper come from her berry red lips and I moved closer to her center as she picked up more speed. I darted my tongue out to scoop up her juices that were slicking her wet folds. I pressed my tongue at the bottom of her entrance as her toy thrust in and out, pulling out more juices for me to taste. My hands gripped her thighs and I felt her left hand fall on my head, gently holding my face to her as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Do it harder," I instructed and removed my mouth from her to give her more room to thrust. I crawled up her body, leaving space between us for her hand movements while I latched on to her nipple and sucked hard. "Oh Mulder," she moaned and I was in heaven. I sucked her nipple, rolled it around between my teeth and tongue until it must've been painfully hard. I continued sucking as I heard the noises of her dildo slapping into her wet center. Suddenly her forehead fell on my shoulder and she pushed against me for support as her orgasm finally tore through her body. I held her hips as her whole body shook and her chest heaved with her labored breaths. I held her for a few minutes, just hugging her to my body until she caught her breath. She let the dildo fall out of her body and both of her hands embraced my torso in a tight hug. "Do you feel better now?" I asked tenderly, knowing she had needed that. She shook her head lightly and leaned back away from me. Her eyes were the same glassy blue I had seen a few nights ago and it scared me again. "We really shouldn't do that again. You shouldn't have," she began protesting. I put one finger to her lips to silence her. "Is that really what you want?" I questioned. "Yes," she answered without hesitation. Without a word, I got up off the bed and left her room. "Get dressed!" I hollered while I walked down the hallway. I was quickly realizing that I had to play her game. Apparently, she craved intimacy and wanted to use that sexual energy that she hid most of the time. She obviously enjoyed it when she did. On the other hand, her rational brain had come up with a list a mile long of why we couldn't or we shouldn't. I was setting out to bust one brick at a time out of her wall until I could break through. XXXXXXXXXXX Psychiatric Facility 3:12 PM "Are you sure you're okay with this?" I reaffirmed. She nodded, staring out the window in a daze. "Here." I handed her a brown paper lunch bag that had some special things inside. "I want you to open it later when you're lonely. However, do not let it fall into the wrong hands or it will blow our cover." "You didn't!" She looked at me with piercing blue eyes and suddenly I realized what she thought I put in the bag. "Scully, it's not THAT! Would you please get your mind out of the gutter? There are other things that help when one is lonely," I said, teasing. She never replied and took the bag while opening the car door. "How are your acting skills, Scully? Don't forget, you're supposed to be crazy." I reminded her as I placed my hand on the small of her back to escort her into the building. This time she shivered and did not speed up. I took her into the building and met with one of the psychologists there. He handed me the paperwork to fill out. "Mr. Mulder, she will be evaluated everyday, and if, after two weeks she appears healthy, we will release her," the doctor explained. I expect you brought me her medical charts?" the doctor asked. I nodded as I pulled them from their rolled position inside my jacket. I glanced out of the corner of my eye as Scully peered around at her new surroundings, walking slightly away from the doctor and I. "Thank you. Allow me to show you both where Gillian will be staying." Scully whipped around on the spot and peered at me. She mouthed the name 'Gillian' and arched her eyebrow, apparently not liking the undercover name I had picked for her. She shook her head and lowered it, putting her hands on her hips. I walked to catch up with the doctor who was headed down the hallway. I looked back once and saw that Scully was moving much slower. I just assumed she was beginning her mental act. "C'mon, sis! We're going to see your new room!" I coaxed, excitedly. The doctor turned a corner and I was hot on his heels. I did stop briefly to look back at Scully. I gave her a big smile as she caught my gaze. "Wait, I thought I was sharing a room with," Scully began as she entered the room. "Monkeys? Sis, I told you not to," I started to say, playing along as Scully shot me an icy glare. "Gillian, this is your new roommate, Vicky Baummer." The doctor held out his hand to display Vicky, who sat on her bed in silence with her arms folded across her belly. Scully rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Well then, I'll leave you three alone. Mr. Mulder, you are welcome to visit as long as you like. Gillian, an orderly will be in around five-thirty to escort you to the dinner hall." With that, the doctor left the room. Scully peered around the room. The walls were made of cold block, painted in a light blue color. There were two beds on either side of a window and two nightstands. "Wow, this place isn't exactly the Ritz!" I chuckled. Apparently Scully didn't see the humor in it and all of the sudden I was really starting to worry about her. "You going to be okay in here?" I questioned, reaching out to stroke her arm. Scully grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the hallway to get some privacy. "What is going on? I need to be roommates with Miranda, that's the only way I'm going to be able to investigate this! I thought you were going to arrange this?" Scully whispered. "I'll go get your room changed." I kept it short, already knowing what she was upset about. "Good," she said in a disgusted tone. She looked down at the brown paper bag I'd given her. "There had better be a gun in here," she whispered. "Nope, sorry." I shook my head. Obviously, she knew there wasn't a gun in the bag or it would not have gotten past security. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that she might be getting scared. "Mulder, is that her?" Scully asked, grabbing my arm and pushing me aside. My body tingled at her touch and I tried to block it from completely overtaking my brain. I turned to peer at a women walking down the hallway. "Yeah, I think so. Look, I'm going to go take care of this room situation. Then I'm going to get out of here so I don't blow this," I concluded. She was still watching the girl intently when I put my hands on her shoulders. I leaned down to her face and gently placed a chaste kiss on her lips. I did not let my lips linger to even give her a chance at returning the gesture, but as I leaned back I saw that her eyes were closed. "Good bye," I stammered, trying to get the words out. It was hard leaving her but I turned and walked down the hallway. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX My Apartment 9:47 PM So here I was, laying on my couch in the dark, listening to the fish tank bubbling away. The television and the lights were off. I was desperately trying to sleep but I couldn't get my mind off my partner. This time I thought I'd gone too far. All the other times we'd gone undercover, it had been 'we'. This time, I'd left her alone. Yeah, I knew she can handle bloodsucking alien monsters, but that still didn't mean that I wasn't worried about her. Frankly, I was scared that she would get hurt because she was unarmed. The other side of my brain was thinking about her differently. How could I get her to let me make love to her and like it? She was being so stubborn. Maybe she decided to just dip her toes in the water to see if it was too hot and got burned. 'Enough with the analogies,' I thought. I was confusing myself! Okay, maybe she liked kissing and touching me, and that was what had scared her. Should I continue to make passes at her to try and break her down? It seemed to be working but was that what I wanted? I tossed and turned some more and never got restful sleep. I didn't think I would ever have restful sleep again until she was beside me, naked in my bed, cuddled up in my arms. XXXXXXXXXXX Psychiatric Facility Wednesday, May 17 12:12 PM I signed myself in at the front desk of the mental hospital and then proceeded down the hallway towards Scully's room. I hid behind a concrete pillar just outside her door and waited. Scully wasn't alone. She was talking to her roommate and I didn't want to interrupt Scully's sly interrogations. Moments later, an orderly tapped on their door and called them to the cafeteria for lunch. Miranda left the room first and turned the corner down another hallway as Scully stepped out of the room. I snuck up behind her and tugged her arm, pulling her back behind the pillar where I was hiding. "What are you doing here?" she questioned, with wide blue eyes. "Came for an update and brought you some lunch. Come with me," I instructed and she did not hesitate. I led her down a hallway and to a door that an orderly was guarding. The orderly immediately opened the door to the outside common area. There was no one out in the fenced-in yard and it was secluded, surrounded by trees and bushes. There was a picnic table in the center of the yard and I approached it, setting the brown bag I had been carrying on the tabletop. "So, how are you?" I asked, noticing her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes. Her whole appearance was different without make-up and professional clothes. "I'm doing okay. You don't get much sleep around here." "Figured anything out about this girl?" "Well. I definitely think that she's just acting. I don't believe she is crazy, maybe just depressed. I did find a vile of liquid in her pillow case last night," Scully explained, pulling the tiny glass bottle from her jeans pocket and placing it in my hands. "Why don't you take this over to the lab and see what you can find out. See if it matches any of the chemicals that showed up in the autopsy of Brooke Saunders." "Okay. Are you suggesting that what's in this vile might be how she committed her murder and that the police just couldn't tie it to her? I don't get it. Didn't the police search her belongings for evidence?" "Perhaps. Maybe she was hiding it in another spot, or she could have used it all and got this new bottle from the orderly's medicine carts. I don't think this place is very safety conscious. I think it would be very easy to steal drugs around here." "Here." I pushed the bag towards her and she peered in. "So you brought me lunch?" she smiled, for the first time in awhile. She was breathtaking when she smiled and her eyes continued to sparkle. I nodded and sat down. I watched her as she took out two containers, one of fresh salad and the other full of fresh cut fruit. "My favorites Mulder. You shouldn't have!" "And why shouldn't I have? You look like you've lost five pounds already," I commented, grabbing her waist. She moved away slowly and prepared to sit next to me. As she sat and began eating, I put my hand on her upper back and began kneading her muscles. "You stressed? Your muscles are tight," I stated. "I'm fine," she insisted. Oh no, the 'I'm fine' statement. I know what that means. "Did you open the bag I gave you yet?" "No. Frankly, I haven't had the time. Miranda has been keeping me on my toes trying to become her best friend." "So, what's it like living in a mental institution?" "Certainly eye-opening to the other half of the medical profession. Not fun at all. They have activities that we have to participate in." "Like what?" I interrupted. "Playing ball, solving puzzles, reading stories. I feel like I'm in grade school again, only this time, the experiences are infiltrated by strange noises, flinches, and just plain weird answers." "Sounds like my kind of place." I chuckled. I took my hands off her back and settled one on top of her thigh as she stabbed a piece of fruit with her plastic fork. "Well. I'm ready to get out of here, so as soon as you find anything at the lab," she trailed off. "So you're ready to come back to me?" "I didn't leave you." By the end of her response she had realized that she did leave. She'd masked her leaving with the case. This had all been her idea. "I've gotta get back in there or they're going to be missing me," Scully concluded, changing the subject. "Okay," I surrendered, but quickly cocked my head and dove in to kiss her. It happened so fast she didn't have time to dodge me. I pulled her lips between my own sensually and slowly, then I let my tongue slip in, lightly sucking hers back into my own mouth. She began kissing me back and my groin started to harden. I felt one of her hands land on my chest, fingering my shirt buttons as if she were contemplating stripping me right here in the yard. I lifted my hands to her face, caressing her cheek with my thumbs. We both broke the kiss for air but I was determined to not let that end our ministrations. I kissed my way down her neck and pushed aside her collar with my nose and settled on the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. "Mulder," she breathed. Sometimes, she really was good at communicating with me. I could tell that this was turning her on. At the same time, she needed me to stop. "Not now. I'm becoming intimate with your clavicle," I mumbled as I sucked on her skin, trying to mark her as mine. Her head tilted back slightly, giving me more access and that was my cue to continue. I kissed and sucked on her skin as I held her moving hips, which were grinding into me. Scully's hands wondered over my chest and then lingered over the bulge in my slacks. She unzipped the fly and wiggled her hand into my pants, finding my erection. I nearly jumped when her chilly hand snaked around my hot engorged flesh. "Please Scully," I pleaded with her as I kissed her mouth again. She started rubbing my cock up and down, swirling her thumb around the tip and then continuing to massage me at the perfect pressure and speed. "Come for me, Mulder," she whispered and then planted her lips back on mine. Oh my God. She wanted me to come; right here, right now, in her hand! I would have rather had it happen somewhere else, but hey, I would take what I could get. She stroked my flesh, letting her fingertips graze my pubic hair, and allowed her thumb to trace the curve of my balls on her down stroke. I felt a familiar tightening in my balls and knew that I was close. My breathing became ragged and deep. I braced one of my arms on the tabletop. I opened my eyes briefly to look at Scully and realized that she was now straddling the bench and lowering her head to my crotch. "Oh God!" I moaned as her lips clamped down around the head of my cock. She sucked deeply and let her tongue probe my tiny opening. Her tongue lapped at the ridges on the underside of the head. I closed my eyes tightly and opened my mouth as my semen emptied into her mouth. "Ahh, Scully!" I groaned again, as she licked and sucked every last drop off of me. When she was finished she tucked me back into my pants. I was still sitting there breathless and struggling to regain strength in my legs. She got up from the bench as if nothing had happened and started putting the empty food containers in the bag. I got up and followed her to the door. I put my arm up against the door to prevent her from going inside just yet. I leaned down, kissing her lips again and thrusting my tongue into her mouth harshly, tasting myself on her. Our kiss made soft suction noises until she broke the kiss. "Look in the bag," I stated and pushed the door open. She briefly looked down in the bag she was holding and was clearly confused. She followed me in the door and I gave her a smug grin and winked as I walked down the hallway backwards. She was still motionless at the doorjamb and the door came shut, hitting her in the ass gently and knocking her out of her trance. XXXXXXXXXXXXX My Apartment Friday, May 19 11:25 PM I woke from a deep sleep and glared at my alarm clock to see what time it was. I flipped on the light on my nightstand and picked up my cell phone, which was ringing and vibrating. I flipped open the cover and peered at the screen, noticing it was Scully's number. "So, you looked in the bag," I greeted. "Yeah. I looked in the bag. I should've looked sooner." Her voice was soft and low, as if she were sleepy. "I've been waiting for you to realize that. I'm going to change your nickname to Ms. Stubborn," I chuckled. She made a small sound as if she were smiling at the comment. "Thank you for the message," she replied, referring to the message I had placed on her cell menu that said, 'I love you' whenever the phone cover was flipped open. "You're welcome. I mean it." "I'm ready to come home," she sighed and it sounded as if she were going to cry. "I want you to come home. However, we haven't exactly cracked this case yet. You do have one more week in there unless you want to bail out. We can figure out something else," I offered. "You haven't gotten the lab results yet?" she asked, dismissing the out that I gave her. "No. For some reason they're having a hard time tracing the substance. You know what that means." "We might be close to figuring this out," she concluded. There was a long pause and I wasn't quite sure what to say to her next. "Where are you?" I asked. "I am in the hallway. I snuck out of the room after Miranda fell asleep and I'm sitting out here against a cold brick wall. To tell you the truth, I've been sleeping out here every night. I'm afraid to be in the room with her. I've been sleeping with my eyes open." "You're afraid of her? I thought you said she wasn't crazy? Did she hurt you?" I questioned. "No, she hasn't hurt me. However, I am alone in some very weird surroundings with scary people. It's different when you're alone." "Alone. Hum, do you need me to come down there and pick the lock at the back door and sneak in to sleep with you?" "No," she responded. "I just don't want to be alone anymore." Hum, was she changing the subject? Now I was really interested. "I don't either and I don't see any reason why we should be alone. Has this whole experience been at all enlightening to you?" "Yes. I think it has. I just needed time, Mulder. I was too overwhelmed with my feelings about you. You know how when you pop a cork from a champagne bottle, the champagne shoots out? Well, that's how I felt. I've bottled up my feelings and emotions and kept myself from acting on those feelings. When I finally did, it was all moving too fast. I guess that's why you got such conflicting messages from me." "I understand that. I just needed you to realize it and I needed you to tell me." "I'm worried about losing you," she whispered. "I'm always worried about losing you, too. We've always stuck together and made it through a lot of stuff. If anything, we found each other through those times. No losses." "I know. I don't want the Bureau to split us up if they find out that we have more than just a platonic relationship." "I honestly think we don't have to worry about that," I began and she cut me off. "We don't know that, Mulder. They've tried to split us up before. We don't need to give them a reason." "Don't you see? We have solved so many cases together over the last six years, so many more cases then I've ever solved by myself or with any other partner. As long as cases are being solved, the FBI doesn't give a shit who's sleeping with who!" There was a long pause again as I waited for her to respond. "Scully?" "Shush," I heard a whisper in the phone. My heart rate sped up a little as I listened closely for any background noise. "Is someone listening to you?" I questioned. No answer, just another long pause, but I could still hear her breathing lightly into the phone. "Sorry. I think an orderly was just doing a hall sweep but I'm in a corner near a janitorial closet. They shouldn't see me here," she finally continued. "Oh good. I was worried for a second. So are we in agreement?" I asked, trying to refocus her on our conversation. "Not yet. Even if the FBI doesn't care who's with who, I don't like getting caught!" "Why not? That's the whole fun of it!" I laughed, knowing how much the thought of getting caught turns me on. "Mulder. You saw my reaction first hand, to my mother and to Skinner." "But I also noticed that you weren't at all worried about getting caught two days ago when we had our picnic," I pointed out. "That's not true. I was worried. However, at least neither of us was completely naked. You know I could've just put you back in your pants at any moment!" "So what are you saying G-woman?" "No sex or sexual acts at the office." "Hum." I thought hard at how we could define that clearer. "Can I still kiss you, touch you?" "No kissing. We're supposed to be working at the office. Touching, only the small of my back like you always do." My face turned into a frown but in the back of my mind. I considered her concerns even though I didn't agree. I knew rules were made to be broken and we were going to have a ball smashing them to hell! "Mulder!" Her voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Yeah?" "When you bring me home, I want to make love with you." "I'll be there tonight to get you." I chuckled, teasing. "Mulder, we've waited this long. We can wait a little more," she responded, not returning my humor. "Oh Scully. You don't understand what you do to me." "I do. You've been doing the same thing to me the past week!" "Scully. Can you make me come right now?" "What?" Her voice sounded surprised. "Talk to me. Tell me how you want to make love." "Mulder, I don't talk dirty." "Doesn't have to be dirty. Just tell me how you want it. I want to touch myself, listening to you telling me. I want you to touch yourself as you tell me." "I'm not going to touch myself here." "Then don't touch yourself. Just talk to me. Pulleeessse, Scully." I whined, wanting so badly to fulfill this new fantasy. "Good night, Mulder." I heard her switch off her phone and I pulled mine away from my ear. My palms were sweaty, my thighs were sweaty and my boxers were tenting my half erection. I briefly thought about jerking off and reliving the pressure. I finally decided that I wanted to save my energy and savor the anticipation. I got out of my bed and walked awkwardly to the bathroom, resigned to talking a cold shower. XXXXXXXXXXXX Sunday, May 21 4:25 AM "Scully, it's me." I say into my cell phone. "What's up?" she whispered, sounding irritated at being woken up. "You don't have that ringer on do you?" "No. I have it on vibrate under my pillow." "Ooo," I moaned into the phone. I heard her scoff at my comment. "What are you calling me for at this hour?" "I got the lab results." "You got the results at four in the morning?" she asked, conveying her surprise by the slight raising of her voice. "No. I got them late last night. Anyway, here's the deal. The liquid you found, it's unidentifiable!" "What the hell does that mean?" "You know what it means! The lab couldn't trace any element to anything like we have here on earth. Classic X-File!" "Mulder, I don't," she trailed off. "Look, all I know, is this liquid is something special. Maybe we can dig deeper on this and the body we have. We can get you out of there because the undercover operation doesn't seem to be working." "That's not true. I have some new information. Because I am a patient here just like her, I guess she figures I'm never going to see anyone important to spill her information. So our plan is working," Scully argued. "Well, regardless, I think we have other avenues to pursue now and I need you with me. I can't do it alone. I'll pick you up at six. We have a conference call with Skinner at eight for an update." "Okay," she sighed as if she had no more ammunition and hung up automatically. Perhaps her roommate was waking or Scully just wanted to go back to sleep for an hour. Either way, I was thrilled. Finally, I was getting Scully back. I had to admit that my constant hard ons did abate without her being near me twenty-four seven, but I missed her smile, her voice, and being able to touch her. XXXXXXXXXXXX Our conference call this morning with Skinner was short-lived. He was convinced that we were on the right track. Therefore, he gave us approval to seek more evidence about the victim and the murder in other locations. However, being as it was a weekend, he told Scully and I to continue Monday, since our suspect wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Scully's Apartment 3:15 PM I walked slowly down the hallway, following Scully to her apartment door. She unlocked it with unsteady hands and entered. She removed her light jacket and hung it on the coat rack near the door. "It smells so good in here," she commented, obviously missing her familiar surroundings. "Yeah. It always does," I agreed. I hung up my jacket and followed her into the living room. "So," I began. "So?" she repeated. I could see she was nervous, her hands were tightly clamped at her side and she wasn't meeting my eyes. "Are you ready?" I asked, as I stepped into her personal space and reached to embrace her. "I think I'd like a shower first," she said, putting a hand up on my chest, pushing me back from her. "Okay. Maybe that will relax you. How about I cook you a late lunch?" I offered, hoping to God that she will be able to shed her insecurities and doubts. "I probably don't have much food, since I haven't been here." "It's no problem. I went shopping for you. Go take a warm bath and I'll be here when you get out," I instructed and made my way into the kitchen. I turned back quickly to watch her grin and walk away down the hallway. Just as I set a pot of water on her stove, her head poked around the corner. "Never mind. I don't want any food," she smiled and retreated back into the bathroom. I wasn't exactly sure how to take her comment. Was that an invitation for me to come join her? I emptied the pot and rinsed it once and put it on a towel to dry. I walked into her living room and sat on the couch, folding my hands in my lap in anticipation. I was going to let her enjoy her bath because once she got out, she wouldn't be able to get rid of me. I was planning the most seductive mind-blowing sex she had ever had. I went over in my mind exactly what I wanted to do to her, every detail. She emerged from the bathroom fairly quickly, with damp, dark red locks curling naturally around her face. She was wearing her robe and standing at her bedroom door. "Mulder," she called me and I stood up, with the evidence of my heavy erection starting to tent my slacks. "Have you been starting without me?" "Never! I swear it just happened. I had no control over it." I started to laugh as my lips landed on hers. I pushed her back into her bedroom and our kisses went from gentle to a feeding frenzy. "I get you first," she mumbled between kisses as she clawed at my chest, struggling with the buttons of my dress shirt. I helped unknot my tie as she continued to open my shirt and tug it roughly off my shoulders. She pushed me down on the bed and crawled up my legs slowly, reaching for my belt. I loved what she was doing to me but I wanted to feel her naked skin against my body. I started pulling the belt of her robe, letting my hands sneak inside. My fingertips grazed her tight abdominal muscles and traced the curve of her breasts. Scully sat up on top of me and stretched out her arms, allowing me to remove the robe. She shook her head and her hair fell seductively around her face. One errant water droplet drizzled from the tip of her hair, down the crevice of her breastbone, and I longed to lick it off of her. She pulled my pants and boxers down in one tug. My erection was freed but it was still slightly limping heavily towards my thigh. "Don't be nervous. I want the same thing," she whispered, in my ear. Her hot breath hit my sensitive skin and she began to kiss and nip at my neck, following my veins and muscles. I sat up with her in my lap, pressing my mouth to her and sucking gently as the water drop entered my thirsty mouth. "You are so beautiful." I smiled, looking at her chest, heaving with heavy breaths. I saw a gentle smile from her. I kissed her lips, tugging her bottom lip slowly in between my lips. Her skin was a creamy white and her nipples were pink and puckered from being exposed to the air. Her tongue snuck out, tickling my lip acting as if she wanted to pry of prying my lips open with her tongue. Finally, I allowed her tongue entrance to my mouth and she kissed me slowly and deeply. I let my hands travel up and down her sides, barely touching her until I reached the curve of her breasts. I grasped both breasts in my hands, weighing and squeezing them as I kissed down her neck to the back of her ear. I nipped at her earlobe and continued licking down her neck. "Mulder," she moaned. "I said you first," she breathed. I let her hands push me back to the bed, and her eyes locked with mine as she stood, pulling her panties off. I lay there, stunned by her beauty. My eyes feasted on her body and my cock twitched as my eyes landed between her legs. Her trimmed copper curls were thin and glistening with moisture. I saw her blush: a light pink flushed her cheeks and chest as she crawled back onto the bed. She returned her mouth to my neck and her fingernails gently scraped over my nipples. I shivered at her touch and she kissed her way down to my nipples and let the tip of her tongue trace them in little circles. Her hands continued their march south as she rubbed over my tight stomach muscles, letting her fingertips play with the light row of hair below my navel. "Wow. God that feels," I tried to say as I lost the ability to produce sound. Her lips clamped down on my nipple and sucked lightly, letting her tongue prod it to stiffness. "Oh baby, that's so good!" I groaned, letting my hands fall gently in her hair, combing through it as I followed her head down my body. Not moments after I grasped her head, she lifted up, pulling away from my touch. Momentarily, I thought I had done something wrong but she rolled to the side and curled up near my legs. Her fingers raked through my leg hair, teasing every inch of my skin. I felt myself quiver with anticipation as she let her fingers gently tickle the inside of my thigh. "Scully, please," I begged, my voice deeper then I expected. "Promise me, one thing," I started, my breathing noticeably heavy. "What?" she cooed at me. "I want to come in you. Please stop, before I come," I breathed, as she pulled my pants and boxers down in one tug. My erection was freed but it was still slightly limping heavily towards my thigh. "Don't be nervous. I want the same thing," she whispered, in my ear. Her hot breath hit my sensitive skin and she began to kiss and nip at my neck, following my veins and muscles. She backed off slightly and lowered her mouth to my erection, which was straining towards the ceiling now. "Do you want a B.J., Mulder?" she whispered, letting her breath skim over my pubic hair. "I thought ... you don't ... talk ... dirty." "That wasn't dirty, was it?" she questioned, but my brain couldn't concentrate. She lowered her mouth to the base of my cock and gripped me with her right hand and held my balls in her left. "Ughhh," I started to moan, my speech now completely unintelligible. Scully let the tip of her tongue trace the ridge on the underside of my cock. At the tip, she made an o-shape with her lips and pressed them tightly around the swollen head. She kissed and licked the head of my penis and then pushed me into her mouth, tightly, inch- by-inch, and so slowly that it was going to kill me. She took me deep into her mouth and used her other hand to encase the base of my cock. She let my dick lay in her throat for a few seconds. I could actually feel her tongue push me against the roof of her mouth. Then her throat rippled as she attempted to swallow. It felt like she was going to swallow me whole. She moaned and the vibrations felt sensational. She started to bob up and down. She stroked me with her hands and mouth for a few minutes and I was in heaven. She took her mouth off of me with an audible pop, squeezed the base of my cock firmly, and then licked the pearl of pre-cum off my tip. I moaned as the blood pounded in my ears. My eyes were clenched shut and my hips bucked into her. At that point, I realized I was incredibly close. My balls were tight and my erection painfully hard. Scully must have known, as she stopped touching my engorged crotch and moved back up the bed to kiss me, slowly for a long time. I got into the kiss quickly, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and letting my lips pull at hers sensually. "I'm going to drive you crazy," I breathed into her mouth. I quickly flipped our positions so that I was pinning her to the bed. I lowered my lips and kissed her breastbone, using it as the beginning of my trail. I licked with the flat and tip of my tongue, moving down between the valley of her breast and then digging into the crevice where her breast met her chest. I buried my nose there, smelling the skin and sucking gently on her soft tissue. "Ummm," I heard her groan as I continued, licking up and over the curve. I licked around her areola and then clasped my lips over her nipple. "Suck it hard," she pleaded and I marveled at her control. She could still make a sentence! That would change before I was done with her. I did as she asked, sucking hard on her nipple then letting my teeth gently pluck it into a tighter ball. I moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. I let my hands take over where my lips had been and continued my kisses down to the soft swell of her belly. Her hips were already bucking underneath me, wiggling to close the gap between her center and my cock. I pulled my hips back slightly, not allowing her that pleasure, yet. She moaned slightly in disappointment. I glided my hands along her ticklish sides, not letting them linger too long. Cupping her under the thighs and parting her, I looked down to see her not completely opened to me yet. Then I knelt on the bed with her legs bent and cocked my head. Kissing and licking behind her knee, I caressed her gently with my nose while sucking at her tendons. Her legs began to quiver and tremble, so I backed away and looked at her tenderly. Her eyes were clamped shut, her mouth open, and she was breathing hard as her chest rose and fell. Little gasps were coming from deep in her throat and her hands clenched the comforter. I hurriedly kissed up the inside of her thigh, not wanting to tickle her. Then I parted her legs further and pressed my lips to the spot just beside her vagina, where her thighs met her center. Licking up the crevice and tracing the parameters of her curls, my lips moved down the other side. My tongue dug into her slit and pried apart her soaking wet folds. The air around us was hot and thick with her scent. My senses went wild as I sniffed in the heady scent of her arousal and savored it. "You're so wet for me. You smell so good. You're so beautiful," I told her again and heard her whimper. Sucking on her lips, my tongue prodded around through her folds, licking up her sweet juices. I gently parted her lips with my fingers and reached her tiny bundle of nerves. She just about bolted off the bed when I sucked it into my mouth. I worried that I had gone to fast, as I didn't want her to come yet. I backed off for a moment and took in her appearance. She resettled her hips back on the bed and I could tell she was fighting for control. "Soon baby," I cooed to her. I lowered my mouth back to her and she moaned again, her voice thick from not swallowing in awhile. I dove my tongue into her vagina and thrust in and out slowly and then retreated. Licking two fingers, I pushed them into her body, opening her lips with my other hand. I lowered my tongue to flick her clit hard and fast. "Oh...oh...oh...God!" she moaned, her hips levitating off the bed. "Don't stop!" she shouted. Scully moved her hips in rhythm with my fingers and I continued my assault on her. I clamped my lips down on her, riding this out. This was the best oral sex I'd ever experienced. I was thrilled that I was the one producing her enthusiastic reactions. I felt her tunnel clamping down on my fingers. Then her hot, silky juices gushed all over my fingers. "That's it baby," I grunted as she moaned again, tugging at the comforter. Removing my fingers and mouth from her body I knelt on the bed once more. She was coming down from her high when I opened her legs even more and readjusted her hips. I pushed my painfully erect cock into her tight vagina as deeply as I could go. I leaned down and sucked her nipple once more, hard, like she'd asked and her nails dug into my back. The pain of her nails digging and raking across my back muscles caused me to start bucking wildly into her and I groaned deeply. "You feel ... so good," she moaned and pressed her breasts to my chest as tightly as she could. I pounded into her fast and hard. I couldn't wait any longer. I grunted and groaned, louder than I ever had, as I slammed into her. Our bodies met in a hot, wet slap as I gripped her hips tightly. Her hands traveled down my back and grabbed my butt cheeks, pulling me in deeper. "Mulder!" she screamed as her womb throbbed with another orgasm. I quickened my pace to full throttle and screamed as well, as my seed exited like hot fire through my cock and shot into her body with a force I didn't believe I had ever achieved in my life. I collapsed onto her body, letting my head fall to her sweaty chest. I placed one kiss on her heated skin and then just lay there, listening to her heartbeat. Her hand combed through my damp hair near the nape of my neck and her other hand held my head to her chest. "I love you," she whispered into my hair as she kissed my forehead. "I love you too, so much," I replied, lifting my head to look at her. Scully's eyes were that sparkling blue that I loved and I couldn't help but smile. "That was the best I've ever had," she said, smiling. She pushed an errant lock of hair away from my forehead. "Me too. Where did you learn to give head like that?" I asked. "Well, I could ask you the same." She gave me a sly grin and I laid my head back on her chest. I buried my face between her breasts and inhaled the scent of sex on her body. I could stay here forever. We both fell asleep in a tangled, sweaty mess and didn't wake up until around eight that evening. It was the best night of my life. Finally, I had won the girl, or in this case, the woman of my dreams. I had waited six years, not knowing if she felt the same way. At last, I could see that we had to go through all the hard times together to be as close as we were. Chances are if the sex had come first, we never would have grown to trust and respect each other as much as we did now. I was, however, going to spend the rest of my life, making up for lost time, with my Scully. THE END.