Author's Note: Hope all is well! I've done a story similar in concept to this one (it's on my page), but it had a different focus and it wasn't smutty. I hope you enjoy!
Desire: (noun) a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
According to Mulder, they had been chasing a paranormal entity into an abandoned house. In actuality, they had been chasing a coked-out drug dealer who led them astray. As soon as she and Mulder had taken one step into the building, they were greeted with a gun in their face.
"The fuck you guys want?"the man shouted.
Mulder had already gotten his gun out during the chase, but she hadn't. So while Mulder has his gun trained on the suspect, the suspect had his own pistol trained on her. She raised her hands up in submission, but it did nothing to ease the tension in the room. "FBI, Agents Mulder and Scully. We're here regarding the death of Emma Vanover. Do you happen to know anything about that?" Mulder asked in a cool tone.
"Never heard of her. Now get that gun outta my face or I'll fucking blow her head off," he spat, thrusting the gun in Scully's direction. To the untrained eye, Mulder was being calm and professional. From Scully's perspective, he was absolutely terrified. He took one glance at her before lowering his weapon to the floor.
"Kick it over." Without any resistance, Mulder did what was asked of him and the man grabbed it from off of the ground, stuffing it into his pants. "What about lil red? Does she have a weapon on her?" Being referred to as if she can't answer for herself. How refreshing.
"My gun is holstered at my waist." Her voice remained even and reverberated in the room.
"Take it off her and slide it over." He apparently wasn't interested in interactions with her, because he instructed Mulder to do this. Mulder walked over with an intensity in his stare. He gently pulled back her jacket, unholstered her weapon, and slid it to the antsy man. Mulder remained by Scully's side in solidarity, it was a small gesture, but an immense comfort to her.
They stood there unmoving as the man looked around the room frantically. He locked eyes on something in the corner before motioning to them. "Go through that door."
They walked in tandem to the aforementioned door. Mulder opened it and immediately turned around. "It's a closet."
She felt the cold barrel of the gun press to the back of her head while the man aggressively responded, "I know that. Get in." Mulder took two steps in and was already at the back of the closet, he turned around at the same time Scully felt a hand in the middle of her back shove her violently forewords, sending her tumbling into the closet and into Mulder's outstretched arms.
She righted herself, but it was too late. The door had been shut. They stood like that, both of them gripping each other's forearms, for a few moments, intently listening to the sounds outside the door.
They heard a scraping noise, but they didn't realize until it thudded against the door what it was. The man barricaded them in the closet with furniture. They remained still, the only sounds were that of their own heavy breathing sounding deafening in the silence. After a heated phone call, they heard the sounds of him leaving, locking the door, and a car going away.
She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, and Mulder did the same. "Fuck."
She pulled out her cellphone and saw she had one bar, and luckily it was enough to place a phone call to the police department they had been working with on this case. During the phone call, in an attempt to get better signals, she shifted around a little and stood on her top toes at times while Mulder watched.
"What did they say?" He asked when she put her phone away.
"Well, they aren't positive of our exact location, but it sounded like they had an idea of where we may be," she sighed.
Now that they were out of danger, and help was on the way, she realized the position they were truly in at the moment. There was relatively no space in the closet. If they put their backs flushed against either side, they would still be pretty much flush against one another. She pivoted around in her spot and she heard, what sounded like, Mulder sighing. He must be stressed. She jiggled the handle but it wouldn't turn. She tried to thrust against it to see if there was any give, but to no avail.
After doing that twice, Mulder's hand clamped down around her shoulder, leaned down, and in an exasperated voice told her, "I don't think that's going to be working."
She shifted to pivot around again when she felt something hard in Mulder's pocket rub against her hip. "Why didn't you use your backup gun?"
"What?" He asked, brow furrowed.
"If you had your backup on you, how come you didn't bring it out when you had the chance?"
"I didn't bring my backup?" He answered, voice still laced with confusion.
"Yeah you did, Mulder. I can feel it-oh." To help him understand, she reached down to grab his weapon. Only to realize that what she had thought was Mulder's weapon was actually his very hard erection. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
She was a doctor, she understood the biology of it, being in such an enclosed space with the added element of friction could easily cause arousal in a healthy male. She was just taken aback at how hard he was. It felt like they had only been in there for a few minutes, but he felt like a rock. Was he this affected because of her?
Through gritted teeth he almost painfully told her, "Scully-that's not my weapon."
She hadn't even realized she was still holding it until his voice broke her trance. She immediately released her grasp like she was struck by lightning, but there was nowhere to give him space, so she could still feel it lightly pressing against her hip bone and abdomen. She felt him try to lean his hips away from her, but it was a fruitless effort.
"I-I'm so sorry, Mulder. I didn't mean to-" she started, completely embarrassed by the fact she just unabashedly groped him.
"N-no, Scully, I'm sorry. It's just. You're so close to me right now, a-and you were moving around so much. I'm so sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable," based on his babbling and blushing, he was clearly worried that she was offended by his reaction to her proximity. In all honesty, it thrilled her. He could have blamed it solely on biology, solely on friction, but his explanation was solely about the fact he was close to her.
"Mulder," she prodded gently to get his attention. "You're fine. I promise you're not offending me. I'm flattered, if anything." He looked relieved by her admission, but their predicament was still present. "Is there anything I could make it less awkward for you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would it be better for you if I turned around?" She blushed immediately when she saw his eyebrow cock up suggestively.
"I never thought I'd hear that come from your mouth," he teased.
She rolled her eyes before continuing, "I was merely suggesting that maybe the proximity wouldn't affect you as much if we weren't front-to-front," she laughed as she turned around.
Looking back, that was not her most well thought out plan. As soon as she started turning around, she knew she was just causing more friction against his straining hard on, and this was confirmed by his sharp intake of breath.
She stood facing the door and realized that all she had accomplished was inadvertently wedging his erection into the flesh of her ass. "Okay-not my smartest plan. I admit that." They both started laughing, but after a moment the shaking from laughing must have been a little too much because his chuckles were cut off by a soft groan and he grabbed her hips with a force he usually never used with her.
It was such a turn on.
Figuring it would only be fair, there's not way he could judge her when he was doing the same thing himself, she lifted her arms to the sides of the doorframe and gently backed up against him slightly, her back arching downwards.
"Oh fuck, Scully" He moaned softly, and she felt him buck against her inadvertently. She honestly could have sworn she could hear their heartbeats in sync pounding in the room.
Keeping her arms slightly elevated, she turned around so she could look at him, giving her arms a new home around his neck.
He was drunk with lust and it was evident in the way his eyes were raking over her face with unbridled desire. She met his gaze with an equal intensity and lightly pressed the mound of her crotch onto his.
That was all the sign he needed.
His mouth descended and captivated her own in a fervent kiss. One benefit of the close quarters was that when he lifted her up, it was beyond easy for him to pin her to the wall with his body, creating a sinful friction against their arousals. They kept kissing for she doesn't even know how long, but she was the first to break it. She had more territory she wanted to explore. She moved her mouth down to his neck and started nipping and sucking intermittently, earning a mixture of pants and moans from her overstimulated partner.
He started pressing her even harder into the wall and began grinding into her heat, making her stop her own ministrations so she could groan, "Oh, fuck. Mulder."
He chuckled lightly before freezing at the sound of movement on the other side of the door. He quickly set her down and moved so he was in front of her. Their hearts were pounding, for a multitude of reasons.
When the door opened, they were temporarily blinded while their eyes adjusted to the much brighter room. When they did, they were relieved to see it was A.D. Skinner with a few other officers behind him.
"It's them!" He called over his shoulder and the other agents dispersed presumably to inform the other search teams.
"Thank you for finding us sir," she called out from behind Mulder. For a moment, the relief of being found had made her forget exactly what it was they had just been caught doing, from the way Skinner was eyeing the two of them, there was no time to cover it up, literally.
He looked like he was conflicted between being amused and frustrated. He spoke in a commanding voice that, when overheard by the rest would sound thoughtful and considerate, but to them held an entire different meaning, "I think it would be in both of your best interest if you calmed down a little bit after all you've been through." He turned around and went to talk with the rest of the squad.
She raised up on her tiptoes so that she could whisper in Mulder's ear, patting him on the back as she did so, "Don't be sad, Mulder. I see plenty of tight places in your future"
Let me know if you like it! Thank you for your time! -Nicole (Tumblr:gaycrouton)