This is not my first fanfic rodeo but it is for all you lovely readers. This is the first time I publish my work on an open forum. I proof-read this and I still may have missed some error (my bad).
All respect to creators of The X-Files and the characters. They are not mine (if they were there'd be a third movie released next week!)
This was just for mine and hopefully other fans' entertainment. Enjoy! )
-WSC
Mulder awoke stretching his arms and legs across the bed, and wasn't surprised he didn't bump into anyone or anything as he did so. Another lonely night filled with erotic dreams of his partner. He had not quite opened his eyes when the hum of his cellphone vibrating on his nightstand startled him. He groaned, and fumbled towards the table to get it. What did surprise him is that he came into contact with a lamp instead.
"What the hell?", he mumbled starting to peel his eyes open to search for the annoying device. He shot upright when he retrieved it and took in his surroundings. He was not in his bed. He was actually pretty sure, although his brain was still foggy from sleep, that he was in Scully's bed. How did I?
Confused, he answered the call, "Mulder."
"Hey, it's me," said the voice he heard practically everyday for the last six years. But she did not sound any differently, or confused.
"Yeah?" he asked cautiously. "Wha- where are you Scully?"
She sighed, "I'm at work. I left early because I had some errands to run. I forgot to reset the alarm... This is your wake up call..."
As he sat there, even more confused as to why Scully did not sound surprised that he was in her bed, he started to notice that her voice was a little bit tentative. As if she knew why he was there but was cautious about telling him. And he was, frankly, afraid to press the issue.
It was a moment before she began speaking again, as if she waited for him to reply, " Anyways, Mulder, we have a meeting with Skinner in two hours to discuss a new assignment. You should probably go home and change. I left a pot of coffee on, and you can shower there if you wish. I will see you soon". The last part sounded rushed as if she wanted to get out all that information before he interrupted. The line went dead.
He sat there for a few moments, looking dumbfounded. At least that is what he saw when he looked across the bed to her vanity. There he was, Fox Mulder, in Dana Scully's bed, under Dana Scully's sheets, surrounded by Dana Scully's things. And then he saw it. Like a flash, a video played in his head. He was looking at the vanity and saw his dream; hot, sweaty, and naked, he had his tiny partner in his arms. Her head in his hands, his fingers tangled in her amber locks, and his mouth on her neck...
He blinked a few times and dropped his cell on his lap, landing right on his crotch he yelped, and that seemed to have awoken him from his little reverie. He jerked up the sheets to check on his favorite little buddy and quickly brought the sheets down. He was naked... Another thought popped into his head; he was moving over her, on her, in her, and she was moaning, touching his back and bringing him in closer, grabbing him, clenching him...
"Oh, sweet Jesus, it wasn't a dream..."
An hour later, Mulder was looking in his own mirror, adjusting his tie and suit. He kept having flashes of the night before and was still shocked. He knew deep down inside that it was bound to happen. But he never thought he would wake up thinking he had another wet dream about her; Scully. His Scully. Maybe it was just so surreal. He started remembering bits and pieces of the evening. It was passionate, erotic, and yet, loving. He did not fuck his partner, but they did have some amazing sex, dare he even think making love?
In all honesty, maybe that is what surprised him the most. Night after night, year after year, he would have fantasies about them. There was so much sexual tension under the respect and the professionalism that he always wagered they would end up ripping each others clothes off and fucking like bunnies... perhaps even bent over my desk?, he mused. But this was different. This was special. They took their time exploring each other, caring for each other, and it frankly scared the shit out of him. How was he going to face her?
You fuck a girl and the tension there is pretty much gone. It was fun. Maybe we can do it again, if not, oh well...But this, there was more tension. It was like jumping in blindly into a whole different relationship. One that he wanted but terrified him. It was Scully. Dana Scully. He could fuck it up so bad. And what was he supposed to say to her now? Hey, that was fun, can I come over again, just to make sure it was real? No, he would sound like an asshole. Yet, if he did not say anything to her, then he would be an asshole because it was like him saying, Ok, Scully, so you were lonely and asked me to come to bed with you. I did, and now, so what?
He felt bile rise up in his throat, he almost wished he could just call out of work, when his cellphone rang again in his pocket nearly making him jump out of his skin. It was her again.
"I'm checking to see your ETA. I think Skinner wants to try to get us in and out and is rushing me a bit... You ok?", she asked. It was as if she could sense his fear on the other line and she sounded almost sad by it. My God, I haven't said anything to her yet and I'm already fucking this up.
"No! I mean yes!... I, uh, slept really well last night and I am just finishing up my morning routine... I'll be there in less than 15". He was sure he sounded like an idiot, but he was sure he could sense her smile from the other side.
"Ok, Mulder. I'll see you," she replied before disconnecting.
When he walked into his office there was no one there but a note on his desk written by Scully letting him know she was upstairs. He did not waste anymore time and head up to Skinner's. He felt a little nervous, not just because he would see her again, but because he was afraid he would give something away in front of Skinner... And there she was. She stood outside the Assistant Director's office checking her watch. He could swear she looked like she was glowing, but it was in a way that he was sure he would be the only one to notice. He had a brief flash of her mouth on his throat, nibbling away all his worries... She looked up at him now and smiled at him. He couldn't help but smile back.
"Hey," he said.
"Good morning. Let's get this over with, shall we?" She extended her arm, pointing the way and he followed.
"We are back on the X-Files and this is the case we get?" he whined.
"Mulder, this sounds bizarre enough to me..." she tried comforting him as they sat across from each other at lunch.
"Yeah, but seeing a rainbow is bizarre to you" he added with a pout. She raised he eyebrow at him and he just laughed. Maybe nothing has changed...
"Ok, Mulder, but the case has two witnesses that swear they saw a ghost dragging the victim off of a cliff... how does that not intrigue you?"
"Scully, you saw the case report, the two witnesses where teenage boys that were stoned out of their minds..."
She cut him off, "When has that ever stopped you before?!"
"I guess I am just a bit pessimistic," he said, obviously.
"In?" she pried.
"That it turns out that these two stoners pushed the other kid right off..."
"Since when are you the skeptic?" she asked laughing. He snapped his head up and looked at her. It was so rare to see her like that. Happy, smiling, unscathed, and enjoying time with him. At that moment, dessert arrived; a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream for her and a piece of chocolate cake for him.
"All, I'm saying Mulder is we can take the time to go out on the field and look into it. You are right, and I feel that this is probably not an X-File, but what if our two friends are right?" she giggled and shook her head. In one fell swoop she stabbed a berry with her fork and plunged it into the whipped cream. He watched her bring the fork to her mouth and he dropped his own on the table.
She looked up and suddenly felt very self-conscious. She put her fork down and pat her mouth with her napkin. He could not help looking at her mouth. Her lips the color of the fruit and skin practically that of the cream. He flashed back to the evening before remembering how sweet and hot her mouth felt against his. Her lips searching his skin, tasting his, neck, chest, ears...
He unconsciously reached his foot out under the table and caressed her legs. She looked up at him locking eyes. "Mulder..." she whispered.
"We need to talk," he blurted out. He watched her nod slowly in agreement.
"But... tonight," she said finally. Nodding as she did in an attempt to reassure herself of what needed to be done.
He breathed out heavily as if he had been holding his breath the whole day. He nodded in return and they sat silently for a moment or so before he asked "Your place or mine?"
"Mine," she said with a bit more determination. Knowing that even though things were mostly normal, something big had changed within the last 24 hours and that their conversation was inevitable. As was the status change it would bring.
Scully went straight home after work knowing that Mulder would be by within the hour or so. She promised him some take-out. Knowing the conversation that was looming over her, she really did not feel like cooking or having to pick up afterward. Chinese sounded good. They could just eat out of the cartons and toss the chopsticks away. Mind you, it was not her ideal, she rather serve the food on plates, but it was Mulder for Christsake. How many times had they sat in a motel room or a car on the field eating out of a bag with just a few napkins?
She sighed, "I need to relax..." She figured she had time for a quick hot shower while she waited for him and the take-out. She walked across her apartment, through her bedroom, and stopped. Amazingly, Mulder had made her bed. And while not Dana Scully perfect, she approved. She smiled in appreciation. "Thanks, Mulder," she mumbled to herself.
She began unbuttoning her blouse as she stared at the bed, slowly, thinking. She caressed her own skin as the buttons began to reveal it. She thought about him, and the night they shared. He caressed her skin, carefully, memorizing it. The arousal in her was reflected in his eyes, as well as a desire and longing that frightened her. He was so passionate. So beautiful. He loved her and she loved him. His hands were hot, his mouth hotter. He felt so damn good that she knew it was the right thing...
She showered quickly, thinking about his hands on her body as she washed, a new ache began in her. She needed him again. Just as desperately, if not more, than before she invited him into her bed. Yes, Dana Scully invited Spooky Mulder into her bed. She was not drunk, drugged, or crazy. She was just so tired of running, of hiding, of being alone.
She had just finished getting dressed when she heard a knock on her door. She took a deep breath and head towards it. As she opened the door, Mulder stood there with the take-out in one hand and his other hiding something behind his back. She raised her eyebrow taking him in. He wore his black leather jacket, gray t-shirt, and jeans. As usual, she thought, a smiled formed on her lips. He smiled back and walked in as she stepped aside.
"I caught the delivery boy outside and just paid for it," he explained. Then he revealed the bottle of white wine he had in his other hand and extended it to her. "I thought it may help...and I even chilled it before I came over..." he hesitated but she did not question him. She knew they could use it.
They sat on the couch looking at the empty food containers and empty bottle of wine. They still had not spoken about what was to come. It was like opening the dreaded Pandora's box, each of them daring the other to do it first. They spoke casually, usual conversations, about work, new movies they had seen, anything but the night before. Feeling satisfied she stood up, a bit wobbly after her half of the bottle was showing its effect, and head towards the kitchen. He followed her, less wobbly but feeling relaxed, taking with him some of those empty containers. She popped open her fridge and bent down looking for some dessert.
"Mulder, what would you like for dessert?" she asked, hoping he would not realize it was another decoy. She looked over her shoulder wondering why he hadn't even made a sound.
"You," he husked out, staring at her perfect ass in those jeans.
She stood up closing the fridge door, with said ass, and blushed. She put her hand over her face. "I walked right into that one," she said sheepishly, her face feeling hot and red.
He walked up to her and pulled her hand down off her face slowly, hesitantly, and kissed her hand. "Sorry, Scully. I couldn't help it," he admitted.
"Mulder," she breathed. "I think it's time."
"Why is this so hard for us?" he asked.
She looked at him, at the concern in his face. His eyes maddeningly tender. She smiled softly and spoke, "I think it is because we can never do anything easily. I knew...weknew that this was going to happen. We have been working towards this with as much force as we have tried working away from it... I'm tired of being lonely, Fox..."
"You said that," he cut her off, "Last night. You told me you didn't want to be alone anymore... Scully... Dana, you have never been alone. I have always been here for you..."
"I know that. I know you have, but I needed more. I needed you... Mulder, I love you."
He laughed, "I figured as much."
She rolled her eyes and smiled, "Arrogant bastard."
"Scully, I want this just as bad as you do... Passionately and completely... you're hot, little lady," he said wagging his eyebrows in a further attempt to lighten the mood.
It was her turn to laugh. She walked right up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head leaning against his chest. He played with her hair and slid his other hand across her back, welcoming her in his arms. He put his nose on her head and breathed her in. She smelled so good. She sighed, "I think the truth is just figuring out how to approach this..."
"Rules?" he offered. Knowing that is where his partner always went first. Although she should also know he was not very good at keeping rules. And he also knew that she always broke rules for him. He unconsciously grinned at the thought.
"Mulder, we can not break every rule if we are to keep this quite..."
Damn it, she knew. "I know, Scully. This has to be on the DL. No one needs to know..."
"Our dirty little secret," she said wickedly, taking him aback.
It was amazing how those four little words flooded him with arousal. He lifted up her chin and kissed her roughly, she moaned, opening up to him and welcoming his tongue. He bit her lower lip, pulling on it and growled, "Don't expect me to be so nice tonight."
"What are you going to do, Mulder?" She shot him the eyebrow. "Fuck me?" she challenged him then as she did everyday and this was one challenge he was not backing down from. She watched him carefully. Her breathing becoming rapid and her arousal pooling between her legs. She knew he was calculating his next move. Where he would take her, and how...
"Room. Now," he demanded. It sounded like a punishment but she knew she would, in fact, be rewarded. She turned away from him and headed to her room, unbuttoning her jeans as she did so. She could feel his eyes watching her. She reached the foot of the bed and pulled her jeans off, bending over far more than necessary just before she stood. She heard him suck in air as he saw her bare ass. She wore a satin red thong with a tiny red bow than hung above her cheeks. She was startled when she felt him drop to his knees and grasp her hips. "You're killing me here," he said before licking her ass. His tongue circled her cheeks avoiding the crease. She gasped feeling him bite at the ribbon and tug. "These are coming off," he growled as he yanked them off her legs and tossed them near her jeans.
"Mmmulder," she moaned tossing her head back as she felt him rise, tracing his strong hands along her body. Avoiding her pussy, where she needed his hands the most.
He pressed her against his body, licking and biting her neck and he undid the buttons of her top. He peeked over her shoulder and noticed the bra matched the panties. "Good girl," he husked sucking in her earlobe and squeezing her encased breasts. Her chest heaved and she moaned. Her hands snaking back to clutch his ass and rub hers against his erection. The feel of his hard bulge and the demin against her bare skin was intoxicating. He bit down on her ear at the contact. "You want something, Scully?" He thrust into her and she gasped. "Let me see if, you're ready," he teased running his right hand down her flat stomach until he dipped his fingers past her curls and into her center. She bucked into his hands gasping.
"Oh God, Mulder," she groaned as he withdrew. He brought his fingers up to her lips and she greedily sucked them into her mouth. Tasting herself on his fingers was euphoric. She was afraid she was going to come before he even entered her. "Mulder, please," she begged. She turned around and caught his mouth with hers. The kiss was forceful, passionate, hot, wet, and sexy. He made quick work of her blouse and bra and pushed her down onto the bed.
He watched her clutch her breasts and roll her head on the bed. She wasn't hiding them, she just wanted to squeeze them and feel her arousal mounting. "So damn beautiful," he mumbled taking in her body splayed out on the bed, burning with desire, a desire meant for him and him only. Watching her touch herself, he removed his shirt and undid his jeans. He stood there in boxers. Before she could protest, his mouth was on her. Kissing her lips and trailing wet kisses along her neck and shoulders, dipping down to her breasts. He squeezed them both and sucked each nipple into his mouth. Worrying the peaks in his mouth in turn. She whimpered, thrashing her head back and forth and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Nuh-uh," he said pushing her legs off of him.
"Mulder," she panted.
"Turn around," he demanded and was surprised at how quickly she obeyed.
He roughly grabbed her hips, bent down, and buried his nose in her ass, his tongue slipping into
her pussy. "Oh, God!" she gasped clutching onto the sheets for dear life. She hoped they could hold her and keep her from falling over the edge. He reached around her thigh and began rubbing her clit and she was done. She thrust back into his face, flying off the handle. Screaming his name as he gripped her so she could ride the waves. As she fell into the mattress, out of breath, she saw his boxers fly past her head and onto the floor. She groaned. Her face still in the mattress. She knew this was not over.
Ok... So... I can obviously continue this... I also can do the "prequel"... what do you think?