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Chapter 10: The Scully Screwdriver by AnarchyX-Phile
Mulder held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he tucked his hands under his arms, his breath fogging up in the cold air as he breathed deeply and tried to rein in his nerves. He glanced back at Scully's hotel room door and frowned.
He had very few secrets that he kept hidden from Scully, especially now—but his relationship with Maggie Scully was one secret he hoped she never found out about. It had started out innocently enough when Scully was diagnosed with cancer. When she had finally admitted it to her family, Maggie was naturally distraught. Her only living daughter was dying.
The only two words Scully would say throughout the entire ordeal were "I'm fine," which drove Maggie absolutely crazy. Not wanting to smother Dana and drive her even further away, Maggie had turned to the only other person she could: Fox.
At first, their phone calls were short and awkward, he would always reassure her that Dana was okay and hadn't had any nose bleeds or dizzy spells. He was never forthcoming with any information other than Dana's physical health—he still wasn't, and Maggie respected him for that; he didn't want to betray Dana's trust—and she knew trust was an important issue for him. But then he started asking her advice, "what does it mean when she raps her fingernails on the table?" "Why does she get quiet and not talk to him for hours if someone (i.e. him) compliments her?" "What should I do if she's mad? Give her space or go talk to her?"
For every question he asked, she asked one in return. At first, she would try and weasel more information about Dana from him, but he cleverly avoided answering them so she had turned to asking him about his own life. Dana so rarely spoke about him in a non-professional way and Maggie had always been curious about the man her daughter relied so heavily on. As weeks turned into months which rolled into years, Fox and Maggie had become rather close. He would always end their phone calls by thanking her for giving him a taste of something he didn't have any more—a mother—and Maggie loved him dearly for giving her a peek into her daughter's life again.
Over time, he had begun looking forward to their phone calls—while he loved and truly missed his mother, they were never very close. He had felt more like a hindrance when she had been alive and he had kept most of his true self hidden away out of fear that she would be disappointed or even embarrassed to find out how paranoid and… spooky he was. Unfortunately, or fortunately (whichever way you wanted to look at it) Maggie Scully had heard all about Mulder's uniqueness before she had ever met him. There was no reason to hide from her. It was liberating.
But if Scully knew they were talking behind her back…about her, geesh, he didn't want to be in the same room with her if she ever found out. Ouch!
He heard Maggie sigh, "Fox, you're scaring me. Are you sure you two aren't in any trouble?"
"Maggie, we're both fine. I promise. We've…become…involved." He brought his hand up to his forehead and rolled his eyes. How in the hell are you suppose to tell a mother that you've started sleeping with her daughter?
"Involved in what? Something undercover?" she was grasping at straws but Mulder was being more mysterious and vague than he normally was.
He sighed and felt sick, leaning over the edge of the sidewalk as he felt his dinner begin rising up his stomach. "I mean… we're romantically involved."
"Oh… well…" Maggie stuttered, "Fox. It's about time" she finally said with a soft chuckle as her lips lifted into a huge smile.
"What?" Mulder breathed as his brows furrowed.
"I honestly expected to hear this ages ago. Tell me, who kissed who first?"
Mulder couldn't help but laugh. "Ah, this sounds like a mother/daughter conversation topic."
"I can see you blushing from here. Come on, Dana never tells me anything." Maggie laughed, her spirits completely lifted.
He sighed and shook his head, "you've embarrassed me," his cheeks burning red.
"I can't help it, that's just what mothers do. Tell me."
He sighed and shook his head, "I kissed her" he admitted quietly with a smile.
"Good for you, son." She smiled.
He couldn't help the goofy grin that lifted his lips. "On an official date, Maggie, with candle light and everything." he bragged, wanting her to understand that it wasn't a spur of the moment reaction while out on a case or stuck in the office all day. It was more than that. Before he could continue, Scully swung open the hotel room door and handed him his shirt, "Mulder, put some clothes on" she said, a little more loudly than necessary.
He tried to cover up the phone speaker before she finished her sentence, but judging by Maggie's gasp and giggle, he had failed miserably. He jerked his shirt from Scully's hand and gave her a hard look before turning and walking into his own room, closing the door and drowning out Scully's laughter.
"It's not like it sounds." He said into the phone, even though it was exactly like it sounded.
"Dana has always been a handful." Maggie smiled.
"More than a handful" he agreed and then slammed his hand against his forehead again. Did he just make a sex joke about her daughter? Winner move of the night.
She seemed to catch on to his discomfort, "Yes, I can definitely see you blushing now."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
"You've made me a very happy woman." She said sweetly.
"Well, this little confession isn't exactly the reason I called. I need to ask you a question. A very serious question. But...I don't really know where to begin."
Maggie's eyes widen and she felt her stomach drop. "Just ask me, there's no need to worry."
"You know that there's really no one in my life other than Dana…and you," he added quickly so she wouldn't get her feelings hurt. "I don't have any family left and the few friends I have are all work acquaintances and I don't feel this is an appropriate conversation to have with them."
A sliver of Maggie's heart broke. It had taken two years of phone calls before Mulder finally told her about his sister going missing, about how his biological father was a horrible, untrustworthy man, and then his mother died. What little family he had had left was wiped away. She hated hearing how alone he was—and without Dana, he'd have no one.
"Do you think I should ask her to marry me?" he blurted out.
"Oh Fox," she sighed, her throat tightening. She had spent the last year trying to accept the fact that Dana would very likely never marry, and now with one phone call—all her dreams for her daughter finally were falling into place. "Are you asking me for my permission?"
"No ma'am. I'm asking you if you think I should ask for your permission." As soon as he said it, he knew he had way overthought this. "I mean, do you think I would be good for her? That I could be a good husband?"
"I believe you would try your best."
"But is my best good enough for her?"
"If her father was alive, he'd say that there was no man alive that's good enough for Dana." His throat tightened and he sat down on the bed with his head hanging low. "But William never had the pleasure of meeting you or I think he would have changed his mind about that."
"You really think so?" He let out a long, drawn out sigh as he laid back against the bed. "Can I take you out to dinner when we get back into town? There's something I would like to ask you now."
"When do you think you'll be home?"
"Are you free on Monday night?"
"For you, I'll clear my schedule" she smiled as her hand went to her heart.
"I'll pick you up at 6:30."
"Sounds good. Oh, and I'm going to call Dana and tell her but I may as well tell you now since I've got you on the phone. I'm planning a family dinner next Saturday. I expect you both to be there." She said, her tone turning severe as a warning for him not to make any excuses to try and weasel out of being in the same room as Bill Scully.
"Yes ma'am." He sighed as he ran his hand down his face.
"I'll try and control Bill's temper and you do your best with Dana, I'd like for this to go well…especially now."
"I'll do my best. Oh, and Maggie? Thank you—for all this."
"Just make her happy, Fox. And as long as you're happy too, that's all I care about."
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He closed his eyes as his mind dove into the thoughts that he had been going over all day. Marriage. It was huge. He looked at his life, at his apartment, at his attitude and knew that he needed to step it up. He wasn't in his 20s anymore; a bachelor pad and his self absorption wasn't the type of atmosphere a man needed to bring a woman into. He needed to give her a home, stability…basically, everything he wasn't.
A home. That thought alone made him sick. He had always wanted to live in a house—he was tired of noisy apartment neighbors—but now that he knew just how loud he and Scully could be at night…and in the morning… and sometimes in the afternoon, he'd love not having to worry about waking up the neighbors. But a house. He owed three houses already, but they had belonged to his mother and he felt like it would be creepy to move into one of them. He could sell one and use that money to buy another one…
He jerked up into a sitting position when he heard his door click open. "Are you off the phone now?" Scully asked as she walked over to the bed and laid down next to him, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to figure out what he was staring at it so intently.
She finally gave up and got back up off the bed and got in between his legs, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He lifted his head up to look at her with a smile on his. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" He lifted his hips and let her slide his pants and boxers off his legs. She gripped his cock and pumped her hand down to the base.
"I need to ask for a favor."
"Oh yea, well you already used the one favor you had banked. What makes you think you get another?" He gasped as he felt her fingernails glide roughly against his shaft.
"Oh I'll earn it, don't worry about that. Mom just called, she wants to have a family dinner next weekend. She insisted you come." She looked down at his penis and laughed when she realized what she had said.
He swatted her hand away and leaned upright, reaching for his boxers. Scully's brows furrowed, "Mulder, we were in the middle of something."
"Yea, well the sure way to mess up a nice hand job is to mention your mother."
She crinkled her eyes and she grinned slightly as she rose to her feet before walking around and looking at his messy room. "So we get the pleasure of spending some quality time with Bill. That'll be fun, right?" Mulder said as he finished zipping up his jeans, so deadpan that Scully couldn't help but laugh at his misery.
"Oh don't get me started! I love him but he has been a real jackass these past few years."
"Yea, well it won't get any easier when we tell them about us."
"I've been thinking about that." She said as she sat down next to him again. "Look Mulder, I was in a relationship once that I had to keep hidden—it tore me apart, and I swore I'd never be in another relationship that I couldn't talk freely about. I want us to tell my mother."
Fuck. Well, he had already ruined that little surprise. "Sure, we can get there early and talk to her before dinner."
"I was thinking about doing it before then. Let's take her out next week. We'll drive up there after work on Monday and make a whole night of it. I think it'll be fun."
"I uh… I already have plans for Monday, and I believe you said you had a hot date."
"What kind of plans do you have?" she asked skeptically.
"I do have a life, Scully." He said wounded.
She arched her eyebrows and propped her hands on her hips. Shit.
"Let's take Maggie out on Thursday—that way I can take you out Tuesday and Wednesday to make sure you don't change your mind about telling her." He kissed her hand and stood up, moving to the mini fridge and riffling through it until he pulled out the alcohol and orange juice he had stocked up on before leaving DC. He waved the bottles in front of her face as he went to the bathroom and grabbed two plastic cups off the sink. "I think it's time to play a game." He said as he sat down on the floor and patted the carpet next to him.
Scully shook her head but sat down next to him, curling her legs under her body. "What kind of game?"
"A very, very adult game."
"Hmmm, sounds interesting." She said as she lifted the bottles up and looked at their labels.
"Never Have I Ever. The rules are simple. If one of us has done something the other hasn't, then you take a drink. If neither one of us have done it, then we both take off an article of clothing."
"Mmmm, sounds even more interesting. You first" she said as she opened the vodka and poured the glasses half-full before filling them the rest of the way up with orange juice.
"Okay. The pressure is on. Never Have I Ever…had someone walk in on me while having sex."
"Mulder, that's a lie! I walked in on you."
His brows furrowed as he thought back until he remembered what she was talking about. "I wouldn't have had sex with her—god, she just jumped me!"
"I don't remember you putting up much of a fight."
"Oh there was a fight there, she was a horrible kisser." His face grimaced as his nostrils flared in disgust at the memory. "So which is it Scully, have you or haven't you?"
Scully smiled and lowered her eyes, moving to pick up the glass and busting out laughing when Mulder's mouth gaped open. "I'm just kidding, get that shirt off." She said as she started pulling on the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head as her fingers moved to run through his chest hair. She lifted her arms over her head and wiggled her eyebrows, smiling when she felt him begin inching her shirt off her. It seemed to take him forever, but she was finally free of her shirt and watching him squirm as he got a look at her newest negligee. It wasn't nearly as skimpy as the green outfit, but this one was transparent and had captured Mulder's complete attention.
"It never gets easier seeing you like this." He whispered as he leaned forward; he slanted his mouth over hers and tasted her lips, swallowing her gasp as he swept his tongue inside, making slow and lazy circles as he soaked up the electric sparks passing between them.
"I thought we were playing a game" Scully panted against his lips once he gave her moment to breathe.
"It's your turn." He said, quickly kissing the corner of her lip before leaning back away from her.
"Never Have I Ever…had a threesome."
Mulder's head fell to the side as his eyes closed; shaking his head, he lifted the cup to his mouth and turned it up, drinking it in two big gulps. It was a few long seconds before he gathered the nerve to look up at her. "What can I say? Brits love an American accent."
It was her turn to gape at him. She didn't know why she was so shocked—she had joked for years that he was Mr. Porn King—maybe it wasn't so far off.
"Don't look at me like that." He said shyly, fumbling as he refilled his cup and sat it back in between them.
"No, it's not that…I was just looking forward to taking off your pants." She said as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Your turn."
"Umm, Never Have I Ever…had sex with someone more than 5 years older than me."
She wrinkled her nose at him and gave him a hard look. She picked up her glass and drank it. As she refilled the glass, mixing in more vodka this time than orange juice, she tried to think of the craziest thing she had ever done. Well, having sex in a Federal Office Building…twice…was definitely top on that list—as was giving a hand job in a restaurant.
"Never have I Ever…been tied up and fucked." She whispered the last half of the sentence as if she were afraid someone was listening in on them, all breathy and quiet. It made Mulder's cock swell.
"Let me help you take those pants off." He said as he leaned towards her, pushing her back until she was lying on the floor. He kissed her stomach through the thin mesh material of the negligee as he began sliding her pajama pants off. That's when he noticed that she hadn't put his boxers on when she redressed and when he pulled the pants down her legs, he realized why. The bottoms of the negligee were mesh French knickers and she had a pair of black thigh highs on.
Mulder's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Good god woman. You are beautiful." He licked his lips. He wanted to lick her but didn't know where to start. His cock ached as his skin stretched to the max. He could feel his pulse throbbing inside his jeans but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her face. His heart felt like it was going to explode inside his chest and his stomach had fallen permanently to the floor. "I can't be this lucky. I keep waiting for the shoe to drop. There's no way you love me."
He leaned over her and kissed her hesitantly, as if she were a vision that would disappear. In truth, he had had this vision a hundred times over the years and she had always faded away before now. But this was different. Now, he could feel the fine coarseness of her negligee rub against his skin, he could feel her full lips part as her tongue flicked against his lips, he could feel her breath rush into his mouth as she gasped, feel the pain on the backs of his arms as she dug her fingernails into his skin and hung on for the ride. She was real. This was real.
She pushed him onto his back and rolled on top of him, kissing him hard and stealing the air from his lungs before she kissed down his chest and came to his waistband. "You think I can do it?" she asked as she began biting at the button trying to get it unfastened without using her hands.
"Do your best, I'll find something for these beautiful hands to do." He said as he pulled on her wrists until her palms were covering his nipples. She bit and bit at the button until she finally got it unsnapped, then her little teeth went for the zipper, holding the metal in her teeth as she slowly worked her head downwards. When she was done, she lifted up with an insanely proud look on her face and Mulder couldn't help but grab her and kiss her. Maybe he was this lucky.
As his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, her hot little hands lowered his pants to the floor, They broke apart abruptly when they nearly spilled their drinks and the opened bottle of orange juice. "So you've never been tied up and fucked, huh? I'll change that." Mulder smiled as she blushed. He winked at her as they resettled back in their places.
"Never have I ever…had sex in a car."
Scully's mouth fell open. Well, she most definitely had—there weren't too many places a professor and a student could go to have sex, especially if that professor was married. She had had sex in all sorts of degrading places, a car was, regrettably, nowhere near the bottom of that list. She drank her glass and ran her hand down her cheek. Her skin was beginning to get warm and she was beginning to regret not eating more dinner—but she'd never admit that to Mulder. "I'll change that for you" she said as she put her hand on his leg and began kneading his thigh.
"I hope so."
She cleared her throat. "Never Have I Ever...had an orgasm in Skinner's office" Yes the alcohol was certainly getting to her. She was shocked speechless when Mulder picked up his glass and chugged it, wiping his lip on the back of his hand when he was finished and grinning stupidly at her.
"And believe me, it was definitely not because of the Skin Man. You and I were having a very heated debate, which had made me rock hard, and then you did the ultimate move-four of the most delicious actions all rolled together in one simple moment. You licked your lip, but then you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and bit down, and then you tucked your hair behind your ears, and then, to drive it home, you rolled your eyes closed. I exploded...and left the room."
"What? I had no idea." Scully smiled as she rested her head back against the carpet and laughed. He gave her an unbelievably embarrassed grin and refilled his cup as he tried to think of something she very obviously hadn't done, something that would let him take off that beautiful piece of mesh so he could touch her skin. "Never Have I Ever…been with someone of the same sex."
An open smile passed her lips as she scooted closer to him, sliding into his lap and rotating her hips as she settled in on top of him. "Undress me baby." He grinned and licked her neck as his hand went to her back and began untying the laces that held her top together. Without waiting for it to be taken completely off her, he leaned down and sucked on her breast, pulling as much as he could into his mouth while his tongue flicked over her nipple. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck biting at his hair as she ran her fingers through it. He pushed at her bottoms until they had slid far enough down that he could slid his fingers across her folds.
"Damn Scully, you're drenched." He said as he smiled and looked up at her.
"And you thought there was no way I could love you." She gasped as she wiggled her hips and began tugging down his boxers.
"Never Have I Ever…um…" she knew what she wanted to say but wasn't sure how to phrase it. "done it…69 style…" Mulder's eyebrows raised and he flipped them until she was laying on her back on the floor. He reached for the closest glass and put his hand on her stomach as he tilted the glass forward and poured the screwdriver into her navel, smiling when she gasped at its coldness against her skin. When she breathed in, the liquid rose out of her belly button and began streaming down the sides of her stomach. Mulder just smiled and lowered his head, his tongue coming out to clean her sides before licking his way to her belly button and sucking the juice from her body.
"Well there are no clothes left to take off," He hadn't ever 69ed either, it was much to intimate but now he wanted it more than anything else, just like he wanted to cover her body completely in orange juice and slowly get her clean again. He moved up to her breasts and splashed the mixed drink on her chest, watching it coat and run off her mounds as he lowered his head and hummed before he slid his tongue across her skin. "So delicious" he moaned as he sucked hard on her nipple and lifted his hand to tangle into her hair and pull on it. Her hands came up to his back as she pressed her fingers tightly into his muscles, pulling him closer to her.
He was diligent and very thorough, taking twice as long as it should have to clean her breasts, which left her a purring mess. He moved down her body, his eyes raking across her skin as he tried to decide what to taste next when he came to her vagina. Yep. That was definitely his next stop.
He tipped the glass forward again and dumped half of the glass into her crotch, making her squeal and begin writhing her lower body. He smiled devilishly at her but before he could lower his head she sat up, soaking the floor under her in alcohol and crawled on top of him, flattening him out on the floor before turning around and edging down his body until her head was lying on his thigh next to his bobbing erection. Her thighs were lying next to his head, so he grabbed a leg in each hand and spread them apart, looking down at her welcoming, slick center. Their height differences made this a little awkward…but beautifully so.
She craned her neck and looked behind her, watching him duck his head down and slide a finger against her folds, mixing the screwdriver with her wetness. She hummed and turned her attention back to his shaft; as she stuck her tongue out and ran it around the base of his cock, he hummed in the back of his throat as his tongue darted out and parted her folds, flicking it roughly against her sensitive skin.
Their moans filled the room, each driving the other crazy as their vibrations heightened their arousal. Scully raised up and lowered her mouth onto his bulging shaft, sucking and tightening her lips around him as she bobbed up and down, twisting her head from side to side and moving her hands down to play with his balls.
She couldn't help the thankful sigh that escaped her lips when she felt his hands gently spreading apart her ass while his mouth continued laving at her clit. With his free hand, he grabbed the glass off the floor next to him and dumped the rest of the drink against her center again, but this time, instead of soaking the floor under her, his chest became a sticky wonderful mess as the screwdriver and her arousal dripped onto his chest. He greedily began sucking at her again, swirling his tongue, moving it back and forth as he gently sucked on her skin, licking the sweetness from her. He started easing a finger into her anus, watching his long finger stretch her sphincter open. She hummed and he felt it travel down the length of his cock as she deep throated him.
She parted her legs further apart and grinded her hips against his face, driving his finger deeper into her as she ripped her mouth off him and gasped, throwing her head back and looking at the ceiling as she screamed. "Fuck, that feels so good baby…so damn good." She yelled before she lowered her lips back onto him and began moving up and down fast, sucking as hard as she could while twisting her hand against the base of his cock. She tried to devote her entire attention to giving him the best blow job ever, to make him feel even a sliver of what he was making her feel but the thrust of his finger inside her was stealing all her attention.
She took a deep breath and lowered herself completely onto him, not stopping until her nose bumped against his scrotum. She held him there, deep in her throat for a few seconds…and then she swallowed and without warning, his release was ripped from his body, his cock jerking inside her throat as he spurt inside her and screamed her name against her vagina, as he thrusted into her mouth.
He growled and bit down on her clit and rammed his finger all the way inside her anus, swirling it around as he felt her orgasm rising up. His softened cock fell from her mouth as she moaned and grinded against him before her joints locked up and she came, her moisture flooding out of her body until it dripped on his chest despite his best effort to lick and swallow it all up. But her orgasm wasn't tampering off, every time it began to ease up, he would twist his finger in her ass and it would send her over the edge again, screaming his name and begging for more. He added a second finger and her entire body shook uncontrollably as she lost her voice in a silent scream. He wrapped his free arm around her back so that he could try and stabilize her thrashing so she didn't hurt herself. "Don't stop coming for me baby. It's so beautiful" He screamed as he slammed his fingers into her, slapping her ass hard and smiling when he saw the slight redness appear on her skin from his handprint. He groaned and flicked his tongue against her clit again, feeling her shuddering reach its height before her entire body collapsed, her head falling limply on the floor as her arms dropped away from him.
He softly kissed her center before sliding out from under her and picking her up to take her to the bed. He checked on her breathing, kissed her forehead, and went into the bathroom to start running them a bath. As he watched the tub fill up with steaming water, he ran a finger down his chest, through the Scully Screwdriver mixed drink still lingering on his skin and brought it to his lips, licking the fingertip clean. Yes. He was definitely going to ask her.
He turned the water off and went back into the bedroom, pulling her limp body into his arms before easing them down into the hot bath, resting his head against the back wall as he sighed and closed his eyes. "I'll love you for the rest of my life" he promised as he grabbed hold of her hand and brought it up to lay on her chest, his thumb lightly tracing her ring finger on her left hand as he fell asleep.
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Well this turned out to be a longer scene than I had originally planned, I guess the Bill scene will come NEXT chapter.
I am loving all the requests and reviews! Some are a little overwhelming, and while I can't do a non-angst version of the complete series (202 original series episodes, +2 movies, + 6 revival episodes = a lifelong project!) what I can do is write non-angst versions of specific episodes. I've already posted one about the Jersey Devil, so if you have an episode you'd love to see altered in my own little, dirty, non-angst way, let me know (review or private message) and I'll work on getting it written ;) I like the idea of a parallel universe story where Scully and Mulder aren't partners but still work together. And with Scully as a pathologist, how awesome would lab sex be?! Am I RIGHT?!
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