Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! Midterms murdered me, but I'm back on on spring break! Side note, episode nine was great, but it made me hate whispering. I was going to do Intimate for I, but I did that in Words of Love, and I had this idea and really wanted to write it. Also, this chapter is a little ridiculous, but hang with me. Hope you like it!
Impish: (adjective) inclined to do slightly naughty things for fun; mischievous.
Mulder knew he must have just heard wrong. All his life, nothing has ever gone his way, never in his wildest fantasies would something like this actually happen. He blinked a few times and tried to clean out his ears, trying to bring himself back to the reality he had apparently fallen out of. He was relieved when Scully leaned over and asked for clarification so he could hear what Skinner had truly said.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. What did you say?" Scully's voice was laced with trepidation.
Skinner ran his hand over his face with an exasperated sigh, looking more uncomfortable than Mulder had ever remembered seeing him. "You know I would never ask this from you unless it was serious. All the victims from this bar have been petite women in their thirties with red hair. You're our best chance at catching him and I'm more than aware you can take care of yourself, and with the added benefit of Mulder's constant need to insure your protection, nothing will happen. Aside from catching this guy."
"I don't have an issue with being used as bait. What type of bar did you say it was?" Skinner was visibly blushing now, this was a day of firsts.
"Um, imagine a strip club mixed with Hooters," Skinner practically mumbled under his breath. Okay, so he hadn't misheard. Scully was literally going to be dressed in practically nothing and his assignment was just to watch her.
"I am not stripping," she stated sternly.
"No, no, we would never ask you to. You'll just be… scantily clad. You won't be revealing more than you would in a swimsuit," Skinner insisted. It was like watching a man try to tame a dragon with a stick.
"I wear a one piece," she deadpanned.
Skinner sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since they entered the office. He leaned up in his seat and looked at them with pleading eyes, "Listen. I understand this is uncomfortable and less than ideal, but you both have had experience dealing with VCU before and you're the only person we have that fits the perps' taste in women. All you'll have to do is serve drinks, no lap dances or anything like that. Mulder will be the only one in the facility, to ease any embarrassment. Everyone else will be stationed around the perimeter to catch this guy as soon as he tries anything. He usually lured the women out with kind words, before their murder there was never any form of assault. We just need you to lure him out of the cracks, have him invite you to go outside, and then we'll apprehend him."
Under normal circumstances, Mulder would absolutely reject this. He hated when Scully was used as bait, especially when she was put in a vulnerable situation, but as far as dangerous situations went, this was a relatively tame assignment. Not to mention, he would get to see Scully in lingerie.
Scully looked pensive for a moment before reluctantly nodding, "Okay."
They were debriefed on the situation, given images of the man to study, and were dismissed with little more than an hour and a half to prepare. Before they got out the door, Skinner called out to them. "Agent Scully. Here's the boroughs card. I don't know if you already own anything to wear for this assignment, but it would be inappropriate to ask you to. Use that to but something new. You can keep it after, or destroy it, do whatever you want." Skinner couldn't even look at Scully as she took the card. He had always had an almost paternal mentorship with him and Scully and he could tell whole this was beyond uncomfortable for him.
When they got out of his office and into the hallway, finally alone, they let out a breath they both had been holding for the whole meeting. Mulder chuckled shyly and turned to get a better look at her. He was surprised to she looked more anxious than pissed. "Hey, are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked, putting a hand on the small of her back as a gesture of comfort.
She looked up at him with a gentle grin, "Yeah, I'm just-" she faded off a little and averted her gaze, "-embarrassed," she added, shrugging her shoulders.
"Hey," he prodded, making her look at him, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You're saving lives." His words seemed to make her happy, based on the smile gracing her lips, but the light blush told him her embarrassment wouldn't be shaken so easily.
They didn't have much time, being the bar was a ways away, and they agreed to stick together and just be as efficient as possible. The first errand was getting Scully an outfit. He was just going to stop by Target, but she coyly told him that if she had to do this she was at least getting a good piece of lingerie out of it. Because he needed to know this outfit was going to be worn after tonight. He felt his pants tighten at the thought for what he figured to be the first time in what would be a very long and hard night. Literally.
They ended up stopping at the mall and going into Victoria Secret. She insisted she'd only be in there for ten minutes tops, and that he should just stick nearby so they could leave afterwards. He had to say, he'd definitely given this store more than a passing glance on the rare occasions he was in the mall, but he'd never been inside. It was so… pink. Only three steps in, they were greeted by an extremely eccentric woman. "Welcome! You're our first couple in a while. Looking something for a special night?" she asked with a wink, painting both agent's faces red.
"We're not a couple, we're partners. My work just requires a nice piece of lingerie," Scully stammered.
"Ooh, partners, how progressive. Well you came to the right place." The woman then pulled a roll of measuring tape out of nowhere and pulled Scully closer to her.
"Wha-," Scully started, but ended up getting distracted by the woman wrapping the tape around her chest. Mulder knew he probably should have looked away, but he was mesmerized by whatever unknown ritual was taking place before him. Also, in complete honesty, seeing Scully in another woman's embrace, her hands playing with Scully's chest, was a fantasy of his manifesting in front of him.
"34B. Perfect! Now, what type of lingerie do you want?" The woman proclaimed. 34B, good to know.
"Um, I don't want any indecent exposure," Scully murmured. Her eyes kept flitting to Mulder and he decided to walk around and give her time to herself. He didn't really know where to go in the store, he felt awkward being a lone man amongst women and their intimates, so he just kind of walked the parameter of the store. He had no idea all the different varieties of women's underwear that were available. I wonder what Scully wears. It was like a test of endurance for him. Every time he saw a piece of lingerie, he had to force himself not to imagine what Scully would look like in it. It was a test he failed miserably at.
As he was walking around, he was distracted by a beautiful piece on display. It was a pure white one piece. The bra part looked opaque and strapless, but the bodice was see thru lace, with elegant floral embellishments. He walked around and saw the back was plunging, one thin strap of lace across the middle of the back was the only thing that seemed to keep the outfit on the mannequin. Scully would look absolutely angelic in it, and he knew this little outfit was going to be the centerpiece of many late night fantasies.
He almost jumped when he felt a finger tap on his shoulder, he turned around and saw Scully standing behind him holding a green silky thing. "I have to go try something on, then I'll be ready," she informed him. He nodded, trying to act casual, but he saw her look around him at the lingerie and then cock her eyebrow playfully at him. He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck in embarrassment and he continued pacing the store.
He settled on somewhere safe, the perfume section, and remained there until she walked up to him with a small bag in her hand. Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at her. "That's an awfully small bag, Scully," he teased suggestively.
"This is just my own bra and underwear," she answered raising the bag. "I decided to keep the outfit on so I wouldn't have to change at a seedy bar." His eyes inadvertently scanned up and down her body, desperately trying to see how that silky green ensemble was hugging her under her clothes. She cleared her throat and he was met with an amused gaze, apparently he wasn't discreet enough. "Let's go before we're late."
Almost as soon as they got to the bar, they were separated and given explicit instructions. Scully left with another woman who worked at the bar, the only one who knew the FBI was staking them out, presumably so Scully could get a run down of how the place worked, as he was given instructions on how to interact with the perp. His name was Joe, he'd likely do anything to get close to Scully, and, the thing Mulder was most adamantly told by Skinner, he not allowed to heroically stop any flirting. He just had to sit back, make sure no one hurt Scully, inform them of the subjects location, and follow him and Scully when they left.
Before he knew it, it was time to go. He walked into the bar and was immediately greeted by an enthusiastic, black-lingerie clad hostess with a southern drawl, "Welcome to The Hoe Down, table fer one?" The Hoe Down? Oh my god, what an unfortunate name. Yeah, just one, thank you.
He followed her to a booth in the corner as he took in his surroundings. The walls were adorned with lassos, horns, saddles, there was even a mechanical bull, all the items were very raunchy hidden in the guise of southern decor. "Your server will be with ya in just a minute."
He used this time to quickly survey the area. It was dimly lit with plenty of action going on. Some areas had pole dancing, others had lap dances, other tables had men like him just sitting down and eating, one of those men being Joe. Mulder pretended to itch his face while pressing a button on his communication line, whispering, "Joe is in a corner booth eating, he's currently watching a couple ride a mechanical bull together. That is not a euphemism."
"Well howdy there partner, what can I do fer ya tonight?" He pulled his gaze around when he heard his Scully's horrible attempt at a southern drawl. The teasing words he was preparing immediately died in his throat when he saw her.
Holy fucking shit.
There was no green silk in sight. She was standing in front of him wearing the white lace ensemble she saw him ogling at the store. It looks beautiful on her, her skin looked like porcelain against the fabric and his eyes were immediately drawn to her perky chest, sitting snugly in the confines of the bra cups. His eyes raked down her body and was enamoured to see the outfit fit her better than he could have ever imagined. Fuck. She had also added a white garterbelt to the ensemble, complete with white thigh-high stockings and matching fuck-me pumps. He presumed she must have borrowed the shoes since he hadn't seen her purchase any. He felt like the luckiest man alive.
He was pulled out of his admiration by the melodic sound of her laughter. "I-um. You look fantastic." He didn't know what to say, so he settled with honesty.
She smiled self-consciously and played with the corner of the bar. "Thank you." As she was looked away, he took the moment to admire her makeup and hair, the latter was pulled back so it was half in a ponytail, half framing her face, accentuating her bangs. "Did ya get a chance to look at the menu?" she asked, slipping back into the fake southern drawl.
"What's your favorite thing?" he teased.
She smirked at him and hummed in contemplation, leaning forward on the table so she could look at the menu, but it felt like she was just teasing him with the new vantage point she was giving him of her cleavage. "I think ya can never go wrong with a good burger," she answered.
"Okay, I'll take a burger, well done, and a sweet tea," he responded.
Scully leaned back and took the menu, "Sure thing, sweetie."
As she turned to leave, he called out, "Hey, what's your name, by the way?"
She turned to look at him over her shoulder, and with a shiteating grin said, "Oh, I go by Foxy." There was a devilish gleam in her eye as she looked at him before walking away. He felt his heart hammer in his chest. The outfit, the name, she was playing him, and he was putty in her hands. He watched her walk away, captivated by the way her hips were swaying sinfully back and forth. Did she always walk like that?
The outfit was attractive on the mannequin, but he hadn't realized just how much of her would be exposed. Practically her whole back was bare, minus that thin line of lace keeping the bodice on her and the underwear part of it, which showed off a generous amount of her ass. From the way she checked back over her shoulder with a final wink before disappearing out of sight, she knew he'd appreciate the show. He had no idea Scully was so impish when she felt empowered. He'd need to keep that in mind. He loved this, they hadn't said a single thing to each other to indicate this was anything more than an average stakeout, but they could both feel they were taking advantage of this opportunity to indulge themselves.
Realizing he still had a job to do, he glanced over at Joe the perp and saw he wasn't the only one enjoying Scully's new outfit. The next half hour was tame. Scully had about four tables she had to bounce between; his, Joe's, and two other awestruck patrons. She spent the most time at his table.
On about the third round of getting his water filled, he asked her how she was feeling. "I'm good. The guy isn't aggressive, just appreciative and very complimentary, just like another one of the guests," she teased with a smirk.
He was about to respond something cheeky, but when he looked up at her, she looked like she had a literal halo of light around her form. He assumed his crush on her was just delusionally manifesting itself, but then she turned around with a hand to shield her eyes and he saw there was a spotlight on them.
Before he had a chance to ask, an announcer's twangy voice rang through the speakers, "Hellooo Hoe Down customers. We would like to extend our warmest welcome to our newest waitress Miss Foxy!" There was an uproarious applause accompanied by wolf whistles as Scully looked around shyly. She turned to him and stuck out her tongue when she saw him joining in on the applause shrugging his shoulders in jovial self defense.
The intercom interrupted the applause, "In usual Hoe Down tradition, all new waitresses have to ride the bull!" At that, an additional spotlight was added to the mechanical bull in the middle of the bar. Her face was turned away from him, but he knew she'd be the pinnacle of shock, hell so was he. Never in his life did he think he'd see Scully ride a mechanical bull in lingerie, yet here he sat about to witness exactly that. He truly wished there was a way he could speak up and defend her from this, but there was no way to do that without blowing cover.
"It's not just her, Foxy gets to choose one lucky man to come up and ride with her. If they break the record, Foxy gets all the tips for tonight and the gentleman gets his meal paid for! So, who is it gonna be Foxy?" All eyes turned to her and he saw her body tense. First, she didn't want to do this and second, she sure as hell didn't want one of these men touching her. This whole thing made him beyond uncomfortable, the thought of these seedy guys laying a finger on her scantily clad body made his stomach turn. Then she coyly turned to him, and without even looking at him, grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bull.
Oh. Holy fucking shit.
In his panic he didn't even realize he was a contender. Now it was his turn to panic. He'd seen those couples riding earlier. There was so much touching, bumping, and gyrating. They all might as well have been fucking. This was going to be torture and beyond embarrassing. He already was a little stiff from seeing just her outfit, this was too much. When they got up there, a nearly naked woman was standing with a microphone. "What's your name fella?"
He leaned down and muttered, "Moby," trying to stifle a laugh when Scully immediately sniggered "dick."
Then they both stopped when they saw the woman pull out a cin and flip it into the air, when it came back down, she flipped it onto the back of her hand and declared, "Heads!"
Scully was the first to ask for clarification, "Um, what does that mean?"
Apparently tails meant back to front, and head meant face to face. Fuck. Apparently the time to beat was a minute and six seconds, but Mulder had never ridden a bull so he had no idea if that'd be difficult or not. However, he had been aroused by Scully's proximity before and he knew that sure as hell took less than a minute.
Mulder was told to get on first and he just swung a long leg up and over and jumped on with ease. Scully on the other hand was significantly shorter, so she and to step back a little bit, run and practically hurdle herself on. When her leg caught the top, he placed a hand on her thigh to steady her and help her up. She ended up straddling the bull so they were knee to knee, but that only lasted a second. "No, no, no, Foxy! You guys are too close to the edges, it's best when your thighs are locked on top of his."
Jesus Christ. This was it. He was going to die tonight.
"Thank you!" He could practically hear the malice hidden under her fake gratitude. She scooted closer to him, leaned back, and lifted up her legs, beckoning him to slip his thighs under hers. "Come 'ere," she cooed, ignoring the cheers she received from her lifted and spread legs.
He scooted forward and tried his hardest to ignore the newly exposed creamy white expanse of Scully's inner thighs, and her most hidden part covered by only a thin garment. In all honesty, he never expected to be this close to a spread eagle Scully, beckoning him to get closer to her.
He slid his thighs under hers and tried to ignore the sensations he felt as she scooted just a bit closer, resting her thighs on his and wrapping her legs around him and interlocking them against the small of his back. Her hands were gripping the saddle under her shoulders so she was in a reclined position, but he didn't know where to put his. She looked him dead in the eye, and in the sweetest voice possible said, "It's alright, you can touch me."
He settled on gripping her hips and he sweetly replied, "Thanks, but no matter what, please don't hold anything you feel on this ride against me." He wasn't going to get through this without a hard on and figured he may as well address it now and alleviate embarrassment later.
She laughed at that, "Well, feel free to hold anything you feel against me." He felt his face blush at her explicit innuendo before hearing the count down and the bull starting to move.
At first, it was just a bunch of turning with some slight rocking. There was still some space between their crotches, the major thing he was focused on at the moment was the way Scully's chest was bouncing from the force. The white cups of the strapless bodice were trying their hardest to keep her ample chest at bay, but it was near explicit. With every toss and turn of the bull, his grip on her hips tightened, trying to keep her safe.
After a few gyrations, she noticed her chest was a few bounces away from being indecent, so she attempted to switch positions, grasping at his shoulders. Instead, the momentum from the movement sent her flying into his chest. Now she was sitting right on top of his crotch with her front pressed flush onto his own. She decided to stick with it, being it would keep her modesty in tact, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He quickly flashbacked to Skinner's words about not having to give a lap dance and he almost wanted to see his face if he knew what they were currently doing. He was honestly surprised this was even possibly allowed in public. This was beyond erotic. The harder the bull moved, the more their pubic bones ground into each other. He could tell if Scully was grinding into him harder on purpose, or if it was an attempt to shift her weight for balance. All he knew was that he was going to fully enjoy this moment, because it was going to be masturbation fuel for the rest of his life. He was positive, twenty years from now, he was going to be laying on his couch, cock in hand, thinking about how her lingerie clad center felt rubbing along his rock hard erection.
He didn't know how long they had been on this machine thus far, but he definitely felt they had kicked it up to the next level. All the sudden the bull shifted haphazardly forward, throwing Scully on her back as he gripped the saddle underneath him to keep them on. They were now in a faux missionary position and the bull was practically forcing him to thrust his tented pants into her spread center.
It was quiet under the roar of the crowd, but he heard it. A cross between a whimper and a moan escaped from Scully's slack mouth and he felt her legs grip tighten around his hips in an attempt to keep him pressed to her. He presumed she was just enjoying making him squirm, he had no idea she was getting something out of this too.
A harsh flip backwards set them in a reversed position, with Mulder on his back and Scully sitting on top of him, gripping the underside of the saddle. He looked down and he got an eyeful of her cleavage pressed against his chest and her grinning, flushed face. She leaned closer to his neck and he could feel her erratic breath against his skin before she said in his ear, "I'm getting too close, let's fall off."
He didn't fully know what she meant by too close, but he nodded and felt her let go. It sent them tumbling to the plush mat, and he made sure he cushioned her fall. He could see she was laughing, but he couldn't hear it over the cheers. A booming voice said "New record! Two minutes and twelve seconds!" In that moment he felt a little ridiculous that they hadn't conceded earlier, since Scully wasn't going to get any money, and he wasn't even actually paying for his food in the first place, but he wouldn't trade that experience for the world.
They stood up and were met with pats on the back of congratulations. Mulder was hunched over awkwardly the whole time and quickly made his way back to the safety of his booth where he could let his erection become a little less painful. He watched as Scully blushed and took the praises in stride. After a few moments she was able to escape, but was intercepted by Joe at the bar. Mulder watched as he whispered into his ear and signaled she'd be right back. She walked to the back room, presumably to get her stuff, and as she passed his booth she said, "Tell them we're coming out." Mulder nodded and pressed his mic to speak, informing the people outside of the plan. Scully emerged wearing a coat that covered her risque outfit, holding the bag of her own clothes in her other hand.
He discreetly got up and followed them out. As soon as he opened the door he saw the police cars apprehending the man as Scully stood off to the side, completely unbothered. He walked up to her and placed his hand on the small of her back, jumping a little at the still fresh sensations, and asked, "Everything go okay?"
She tilted her face up, but didn't quite meet his gaze, "Yeah, they got him practically one foot out the door." He nodded and she quickly added, "Skinner said we didn't have to hang around after this part, so wanna leave?"
"Yeah, let's blow this place." They walked to his car and left without a word. They got maybe fifteen minutes into their drive when Scully spoke up, "Hey, can you pull over onto that gravel road, and go a bit further down it."
He shot her a look, but didn't ask. She had been silent for the ride and he was worried that she was embarrassed by what happened back there. Even though it wasn't their fault, a proverbial line had definitely been crossed tonight. They teased and they were close, but he had no idea how uncomfortable this might have made her. He pulled maybe twenty feet into the gravel road, the trees blocking them from the highway and he stopped the car. He turned and saw she was taking off her seatbelt and he was sure she was about to get out of the car and throw up out of guilt. "Scully, I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there, I was out of line."
She turned to him with hooded eyes and spat, "Fuck the line," and threw herself over the console and planted her mouth firmly onto his. That's it. This is the best night of his life. His hands immediately entangled themselves in her hair in an attempt to press her closer to him. Her mouth was hot and wet against his own and he opened to her without any resistance. He was so distracted by the kiss that he didn't notice her hand snake in between his legs until she cupped him hard in her hand, making him groan into her mouth and his hips buck into her grasp. She grinned against him and in a throaty whisper commanded, "Get out of the car." He didn't need to be asked twice.
By the time he got out of the car, she had threw off her coat, revealing she was still wearing the white garment. Looking at him with desire, she jumped up on the top of the trunk and splayed herself wantonly on the surface, motioning for him to join her. He eagerly walked in between her spread legs and into her waiting embrace. They wrapped their arms around each other, but before they resumed kissing she confessed, "I thought I could wait until we got to one of our apartments, but I want you so bad. I almost came on you while riding the bull." Her words that she was too close finally made sense now, and he felt his cock twitch at the thought. He brought Scully to the brink of orgasm in a public place.
As he marveled at her words, she began working on him. Her mouth was suckling the erogenous zone of his neck and her hands were working on undoing his belt. When his mind started working, he helped her, getting off his belt and shoving his jeans down. She was looking at him with a predatory gleam in her eye and it made him involuntarily grind into the side of her knee. "How does that come off?" He asked pointing to the one piece.
"That'll take to long, I want you inside me now," her words came out like a plea and she moved the scrap of fabric on her crotch to the side, exposing her pink, swollen, and dripping lips. He swore his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sight, and thank god he averted his gaze or else he could have easily cum on the spot.
"Fuck, Scully you're so wet," he moaned as she grabbed his cock from his boxers, gasping at the sensations of her soft, small hand against his dick.
"Here, have some, you made it happen after all," she smiled, rubbing his length up and down her opening, coating him with her juices. He was still reeling from her words when she sank down onto him, sheathing him in her tight heat.
His hands quickly shot up to grab her hips, a place that was quickly becoming their home, as he started thrusting into her. He didn't know if this was Scully's true nature or if the night was influencing her, but the sexual poweress she had in this moment was mind blowing. While locking eyes with him, she reached down and yanked the top of her outfit down, exposing her breasts. It was almost a mirror image of what he saw before, only now he could see her beautiful rose bud nipples, and instead of riding a mechanical bull, she was riding him.
After recovering from the visual stimulation, he leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, grinning when she cried out his name. They were still thrusting against each other when he felt her hand sneak in between them and he felt the back of her hand moving frantically against his pubic bone. It took him a moment to realize she was playing with herself and he immediately drew back to get a better look. Nothing made him appreciate his eidetic memory more than this moment. The sight of his cock burying into her and her breast bouncing up and down as her hand expertly fingered her clit was the best thing he had ever seen.
"Fuck, Scully, you're so hot. This is all I thought about all night. You're unbelievably sexy," he groaned as he rotated his dick inside her, aiming for her g-spot. He didn't know if it was the new sensation, his words, or a combination, but she froze as her back arched violently as she cried out his name. Her walls clamped down on him with impossible strength and, within a few more thrusts, he came with her.
They both came down from their highs, as they leaned their sweaty bodies against each other, trying desperately to catch their breath. He felt her place gentle kisses to his chest and neck when his phone rang. Slipping out of her so he could bend down, he pulled his phone out of his jean pocket and returned to embracing her sated body. When he saw it was Skinner, he coughed and tried to clear his throat of the intense sexual satisfaction and mind numbing pleasure he just partook in, "Mulder."
"Agent Mulder, would you care to explain who Moby and Foxy are and what the hell they were doing riding a bull?"
Lol, sorry this one was so long. I recently saw a mechanical bull for the first time and was inspired. Random note, Annabeth Gish (Monica Reyes) is from Iowa and is coming back soon, and I tweeted photos of me in front of a sign with her name on it and she responded to me, lol. So if you wanna see photos of me being a nerd, go to Annabeth Gish's twitter. Anyways, let me know if you enjoyed this weird ass chapter! -Nicole (Tumblr: gaycrouton)
