X-Files Fic :)
Spoilers vaguely for "Never Again", and maybe some others after that. None that are specific though.
Rating: Probably 15+, but may get slightly hotter if I feel the need to do some more chapters.

I may have the delectable Dr Scully doing stuff her catholic mother would never imagine her doing...
Ooohhh... that would be cool.

But in order for me to do something like that, I'm going to need to know if you like this!
SO READ & REVIEW XD
And I will be very happy.
Happy Ishmael = more fic = more reviews (hopefully) = Happy Ishmael = more fic = you get the picture :)

(Ent. Scully getting up to leave room, Mulder jumps up, flipping his chair to the floor, and approaches from behind.)

"What the FUCK did you think you were doing?!?" Mulder slammed Scully against the office door, his hands like vices gripping her arms. His face merely inches from hers was contorted in rage and pain, which only seemed to infuriate the petit redhead even more. He had NO right to tell her how to life her life. He had no FUCKING right. She wasn't some china doll who didn't know what she was doing. She thought the bastard actually knew her, she thought he fucking cared.

"It's not always about you Mulder" Scully screamed back, barely controling herself. "It not always about Mr.-Fucking-Spooky, living at fucking work, chasing little FUCKING GREEN MEN, all because he's fucking DELUDED himself into thinking HE CAN MAKE A FUCKING DIFFERENCE..." Scully paused, deeply inhaling his musky scent, before lowering her voice an octave, with her rage coming out in a thick and husky tone, that went straight to Mulder's groin.

"Well, I've got news for you Mulder. This is MY life, and seeing as you have no control over me, I can do what the fuck I like. There's your truth. I. Can. Screw. Whoever. I. Fucking. Want."

Realisation clawed across Mulder's face. The words, those petty little pieces of so-called truth stung. They stung like a motherfucker. It wasn't like he'd never been told he's crazy. Thats yesterdays news. But this, THIS was Scully... Scully, not just another loser, it was HIS Scully. Screwing someone else. His voice deepened, and his expression almost appeared calm.

"Did you fuck him Scully. Just tell me that." A lump grew in his throuat, his heart sinking in anticipation.

Scully took a breath.

"Would it have made it better if I did? Would this have been easier for you somehow Mulder."The sarcasm in her voice raised a notch. "Someone else you can add to your list of people who have betrayed you? What about me Mulder? About the things I've lost, the people who've betrayed me?"

Mulder presssed his full body against hers, trapping her between himself and the wall, still holding onto her arms as if it was all he had left to hang on to.

A deep, dominant tone took over his voice. His eyes penetrated hers. Hazel crashing into blue, both fighting for independance, but both ultimately chained to the other.

"I would never betray you Scully." His eyes showed the sincerity of his words.

"Never"

And then, his mouth was crashing onto hers, his burgoening erection pressed against her abdomen, her hands grasping at his hair holding her to him. Tongues swirled against each other, bodies thrusting in sync. Skin longing for skin, Mulder's shirt fell to the floor, leaving him stood in his dress pants and tie, breathless, aroused and shocked.

His deep brown eyes drank in Scully's petit form, her every breath adding to his amazement. Her shirt hung open, her blushing chest a stark contrast to the deep blackberry tone of her lace bra. Her firey hair was mussed up and her lips sexily swollen. Mulder didn't know where to look. She was just so... so perfect. So Scully.

As their eyes met once again, lust powered through his body. His trousers were now impressively tenting, and Scully had that look about her. The one that seemed to suggest this other-wise ordinary afternoon was about to enter her into the x-files for a third time. And this time, Mulder was coming with her.

Scully pressed her back against the wall, breathing deeply. Jesus, the things that man can do with his mouth, she pondered. And that was only their first proper kiss. New Years didn't count. It can only go uphill from here.

If I don't have to kill him that is.

He had no right to say whatt she can and can't do.

She can do who & what she liked.

And right now, that who was Mulder. Hoo-boy, the things she was going to do.

Lust overtook her anger. 5 years she'd been waiting for this moment, waiting for him to finally crack, finally take her in his arms. She knew they had something. Something special. Although she had never admitted it, Dana Scully loved him. She was IN love with him. Simple as that.

It was just a question of whether he wanted her. And just then, he looked as though he was going to eat her. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

This was going to be fun

He needed to make Scully his. Once & for all. His, like she should be. Scully was the only woman he had ever met that could do this to him so quickly. His emotions were aways so intense, particularly so when she was in danger. As a smile spread across her lips, he knew it was what she wanted. Call it a sixth sense, he didn't care right now. He could investigate that later. Now, the only thing he was planning on investigating was Scully, and how many times he could make her scream his name.

His hand snaked down between their bodies, pressed so tight together, and worked the button on her dress pants. Slipping his hand down into her lacy panties, he could feel the heat radiating. And the moisture. My god, she wanted him. He slid his fingers deep inside her, the expression on her face worth his life.

This was better than she could ever imagine. His breath tickled against her neck, as he nibbled on her exposed shoulder. Oh my god, this felt so good, how had this not happened before? A moan broke across Scully's lips, and she could feel Mulder smile, as her began his assault on her jugular vein, his tongue swirling patterns forever to be burnt onto her skin. So damn good.. so -

Mulder felt her walls tense up around his fingers, as his thumb increased the pressure on her clit. She was so close, he knew it. He needed this as much as she did. The control he had was amazing him, Scully was so inhibited, so free... and it was because of what he was doing to her. He was going to make her scream his name... and he was going to enjoy every last minute of it...

Is there more to come? (excuse the pun!)
I do have more ideas, but I'm not fully sure about it... Skinner may walk in, they may get split, and get partnered up again, the whole shhbang! :)
But I'm also considering going along the lines of it being an awesome day at work, and then Scully turns up the next day as if nothing had happens - ergo MAJOR angst!

I like torturing my two favourite FBI agents... it makes all that smut seem so less perverted... Instead of participating in literary voyeurism, we are simply witnessing them resolved all that sexual tension caused from such longing XD
At least, that's my story & I'm sticking to it!

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