Title: Musings of a Sunflower Seed Eating Man
Author: Andrea
Rating: NC-17
Category: I have no idea, but it's definitely MSR
Disclaimer: They belong to Fox et al
Spoilers: Um...Pilot through IWTB
Notes: Thanks to Dan for beta reading.
I'm sure this has all kinds of verb tense issues, because it's a
weird little story thingie. The timeline of this thingie goes by
production date, not air date.
Feedback: Do I have to beg?
Where do I begin? I guess the beginning is always a good place to
start.
Okay, there's something not a lot people know about Dana Scully. In
fact, I may be the only person who knows. I became aware of this
little detail on our first case and I won't lie, it shocked the hell
out me. My outwardly reserved partner is a rebel. She likes to flout
the rules; well, one particular rule and only for one reason. Yes,
she's a rebel with a cause. That's right ladies and gentlemen,
underneath those business suits, hides a little firecracker.
Obviously whoever sent her to 'spy' on me missed that little detail
and I have thanked my higher power for that more times than I can
count. So how did I discover that there was more to my partner
than meets the eye? Did I uncover it on my own? Nope, she
uncovered it for me. I think if all she'd done was drop her robe, it
would've been the first step to building the trust that was the
cornerstone of our partnership. It was what happened next that
really amazed me and it led to me trusting her more than I've ever
trusted any person in my life. If, at any time, I'd thought she'd
been trying to win my trust that way, it would have been the end of
us.
I tried to convince her that she needed to reconsider her
motivations, but when she began to stroke my cock through my
pants, I stopped arguing. Yes, I let her have her way with me. Later
on, before I told her my life story, she confessed that she'd
discovered in med school that the best way to relieve stress was a
good orgasm. It was a good thing she waited until after we'd fucked
like bunnies to tell me that. If I'd had any performance anxiety,
Scully probably never would've turned to me to decompress again.
We never discussed it. We only had sex when she initiated. Lucky
for me we had a stressful job. There were only a couple of rules.
The sex had to be safe and know one could ever know. In
retrospect, I'm surprised no one ever figured it out. They must not
have been looking as closely as we thought they were. If Scully
hadn't found that bug early on, our secret would've been out.
It's not like we were dating. In fact, we decided that we should try
to pursue normal relationships. It didn't really pan out that way,
even if Scully did try.
One thing she never figured out was that I knew how to get her to
jump my bones. I had two techniques. The first was revealed to me
when Phoebe visited. Even though she claimed not to want a
relationship with me, Special Agent Dana Scully got jealous when
other women paid attention to me.
It's not like I figured it out on my own. Once again, she showed me.
I just don't think she realized it. That led to another first in
our relationship or whatever you want to call it. After Phoebe left
and Scully scared the crap out of me with her English accent, I
thought she was leaving for the day. I was surprised to hear her
heels clicking back down the hall toward the office. I was more
surprised when she came in and locked the door. I was stunned when
she spun my chair around, got to her knees and, how did Mick Jagger
put it, blew my mind?
So if Scully wasn't feeling strained, I created the tension myself.
Does that make me a bad person? I don't know. I think it makes me
a normal red-blooded American male. Besides, she was using me
for stress relief so I used her to lessen a little pressure of my
own; all's fair.
Scully may have tried, to a limited degree, to find some kind of
normalcy in her life, but I didn't. I tried once when I thought I'd
lost her, but that farce had only made me feel worse. Besides, what
I had with Scully was about as close to normal as I'd probably ever
get.
The whole Detective White incident wasn't even orchestrated by
me. Oh no, there were much larger forces at work. The night the
cosmos focussed its attention on Caryl County, there was more
stress than either of us knew what to do with. We sucked and fucked
and then fucked again, all in the backseat of our rental car on the
side of the road. When Scully blew through that stop sign, I knew I
was in for the night of my life.
That wasn't the first time I went down on her, though. She figured
out early on that having a partner with an oral fixation wasn't
necessarily a bad thing. And that was my second way of getting into
my partner's panties; sunflower seeds! It didn't work every time,
but holy shit it was easy to tell when it had. I would usually start
my assault around 11 am. I would start slowly, just a few seeds. I
could tell if it was going to work after I cracked the second or
third one with my teeth. She would turn to stare at me; eyes fixed
on my mouth. Her breathing would get shallow and if she'd already
slipped her jacket off, I'd been able to see her nipples through her
blouse. That's when she would say it, in that low, breathy voice
of hers.
"Are we eating out?"
It always made my cock jump to attention. A lesser man would've
come in his shorts. I knew after my little display she'd be
expecting me to put my money where my mouth was, or something to
that effect. Did I mind? Fuck no! It was probably the only time I
was in control. I may not have been able to control Scully with
words, but I certainly could with my tongue. I did use my teeth,
lips and fingers too.
By the time we reached her apartment, Scully's panties were always
dripping. I loved to torment her by leaving them on and teasing her
through them. Why? Because I like to hear her beg me. I like to feel
her writhe and I love it when she starts to swear at me. When she
switches from pleading with me to swearing a blue streak, I know
it's time to give in. The one time I didn't, she came before I got
them off. I was proud of the fact that I'd accomplished that, but I
love the way her pussy tastes. I love the way it looks too, all
plump and glistening because of me, because of what I do to her,
so I always make sure to get her panties off in time. When we fuck
after I eat her out, she's always extremely hot and tight, so I
may have a bit of an ulterior motive, but I don't think she
cares.
On the days we had lunch at her place, our afternoons back at the
office were always exceptionally mellow.
After the incident with Eddie Van Blundht, Scully admitted that she
was very confused by my apparent attempt to seduce her. She says
if I wanted sex, I just had to ask and here I was trying to woo her.
I didn't point out that I had never initiated sex, not directly.
That tidbit must have escaped her attention. She was more concerned
by the fact that I was trying to take our relationship to a new
level, but then I burst through her apartment door and it all
became very clear. Eddie thought I was a loser because he'd almost
gotten into her pants, assuming I hadn't. Scully and I both know
the truth, but what she doesn't know, is that I was a little
jealous of Eddie. Scully and I may have been having regular sex, but
from the little she told me, she shared things with him, that she
had never told me.
When Scully was fighting her cancer, I'd expected the sex to stop,
but it didn't. It definitely changed. Once more, we didn't discuss it.
I just followed her lead. In hindsight it's obvious to me what
happened, but a long time passed before either of us realized it.
Neither of us took it very seriously when I made my drug-addled
confession of love, but things were still different somehow, after
that.
Even though I had no interest in anyone else, I didn't stop her from
pursuing anyone that caught her fancy. I even handed Sherriff
Hartwell to her on a silver platter, to prove that I wasn't jealous.
It still annoys me that she didn't notice how much he pissed me off.
So We don't talk about him. I choose to believe that she was only
swayed by his vampire charms. Regardless of his charms, it was my
ass she saved. That tells me that I must have a few charms of my
own.
We don't discuss Mr. Jerse either. I learned my lesson that time.
If I pushed her too far, she'd unwind with someone else. Some
vampire charming his way into her panties was one thing, but I
certainly didn't want to be the reason she went running into
someone else's arms. No, Fox Mulder, alone, will always be
responsible for the well-being of Dana Scully's body, mind and
spirit. Or so I like to think.
It wasn't until Diana appeared on the scene that I noticed that
something between us changed. Again, I didn't intentionally make
Scully jealous, like I had with Bambi, but I could tell she was.
I assumed she'd work those feelings out in the sack, like she
always did. I was looking forward to a particularly feisty romp,
but instead I got the cold shoulder. I didn't even manage to
win her back when we were playing house in The Falls. It wasn't
until after we rode out that hurricane in Florida that Scully
finally rode *me* again, injuries and all.
After that, things returned to normal. Our dynamic was restored.
Scully was even jealous of Karin Berquist, although I have
absolutely no idea why. I tried to convince that there was no
reason to be jealous, but she remained unconvinced. She was
positive Karin had her sights set on me. Once we wrapped that
case, Scully did a little, okay, a lot of territory marking of her
own. There was, however, no skittering around and peeing in
corners. No, she used her mouth. It was the first time Dana Scully
gave me a love bite. And she didn't stop at one.
That's when I knew.
Scully says she doesn't know when it happened; when she realized.
I think Phillip Padgett told her. She says I'm wrong, but that's
when we really started to 'hang out'. His words convinced me
to seduce her. I'd been fucking my beautiful partner for the last
six years, but on that miraculous night in April, I took Dana
Scully into my arms and made love to her; really made love. The
best part was, she let me. Who knew baseball would be the way
to her heart?
cursor flashing
As I sit and think about what I want to say next, the door to the
study opens and Scully appears. I hadn't heard the car coming up
the driveway.
"Hey." She smiles at me.
"You're home early." I return her smile.
"It's five o'clock, Mulder." She rolls her eyes at me. "What are you
working on?" She nods toward the laptop.
"Nothing." I push it closed. Luckily I have it set to autosave.
"Why don't you want to tell me?" She leans on the desk to look
closely into my eyes.
"Kind of a memoir, I guess, but I'm not finished yet." I meet her
gaze as I absently pick up a few sunflower seeds. Today it only
takes two.
end