Author's Note: So my friend is going through the X-Files for the first time and she just started season nine and every time anything with William is brought up I DIE INSIDE. Season 11 tainted so many cute moments during the latter seasons and even some fanfics I've read. Well, c'est la vie. Also, please implement your suspension of disbelief with this one, I have no medical experience aside from watching television, so I don't know how much of this is even remotely plausible. Hope you enjoy!
Kink: (noun) a person's unusual sexual preference; unconventional sexual preferences, concepts, or fantasies.
Mulder didn't want to say he was easily-excitable, that seemed to have a bad connotation, but he couldn't deny that he got more erections throughout the day than he cared to admit. It was always because of her. When he was close enough to smell her perfume, when she bent over the desk, when she gave him a sly look, he just couldn't help it. Scully was fucking hot.
There was one thing that aroused him more than anything though. He supposed it could be called a kink, he hadn't thought of it that way until he realized it dominated his late night fantasies, he absolutely loved and lusted over Doctor Scully. It took every fiber of his being to keep his hands to himself when he saw her in scrubs. He had a love-hate relationship with getting injured; he loved getting the full Doctor Scully experience, but concealing his boners from her was a near impossible task. Which is why he didn't know if he was in heaven or hell right now.
Of all the places on the human body, he just had to get cut on the upper thigh. They had been chasing a perp in the woods, per usual, but he tripped over a rock and fell down a hill, inadvertently getting a deep cut on his inner thigh from a jagged tree branch. He wanted to put some gauze on it and call it good, but Scully insisted that it needed stitches.
He went with her to the local Emergency Room and was rushed into an empty exam room, leaving Scully at the desk to fill out his form. They told him to strip down and put on the hospital gown before he was left alone. He was starting to feel a little woozy from the blood loss, and was resentfully grateful Scully convinced him to come. He folded all his clothes into a pile in the corner of the room, leaving his underwear on, and slipped on the gown. He had to move very gingerly because of the pain shooting through his leg, but he managed to get himself in a sitting position on the exam table.
Almost immediately after getting settled, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he called out. Holy mother of god. Scully had changed out of her business clothes and was adorned in navy blue scrubs. He didn't know if it was the way scrubs always fit or the way these scrubs fit Scully in particular, but they were beyond flattering. "Nice ensemble," he joked, trying to cover up his juvenile discomfort.
She rolled her eyes and started aligning utensils on a movable, metal table, easily deflecting any flirtation he sent her way, per usual. "Thanks, I know how ornery you can be with doctors, so I insisted since I'm your listed physician that I would take care of you. However, they only had an extra small scrubs left so I look ridiculous." As she said this, she tried to pull the clothes a little further from her body, but to no avail. The size made sense as to why the fabric was taut between her breasts, tantalizingly emphasizing them. The bottoms were equally as complementary to her ass.
She moved the table so that it was next to his leg, and he was immediately reminded of why he was really there, besides just to ogle Scully, and his leg pulsated tauntingly. Scully sat on a rolling stool and scooted over so she was at his knees, playing with a big syringe. "What are you planning on doing with that?" He instinctively moved to scoot away, but he froze when Scully lunged closer and put a hand on his upper thigh, on the other side of the injury.
"Don't move, this will numb the area, a little pain right now will save you a lot in a few minutes," she comforted him in a sweet, calm tone of voice that she rarely used on him in casual circumstances, but was a tone he heard a lot in his imagination at night while his cock was in his hand. Speaking of which, he was really starting to resent the flimsy hospital gown he was forced to wear and he was eternally grateful to himself for keeping on his boxers, not that it was helping very much. Scully was situated right in between his legs and was looking up at him with big, caring eyes, her hands perched on either thigh. It was painfully suggestive.
Shit. He was so distracted by her that he didn't notice her hand move to stick him with the syringe. She didn't even take her eyes off him while she did it. He yelped and jumped a little bit, looking at the offending spot near the wound. When he glanced back at her, he saw she was putting the empty syringe back on the table and trying, failing miserably, to repress a cocky smirk. She moved back to her position between his legs and put her hands on either side of his thigh, avoiding the injury. With an intense focus, she started massaging the area, presumably to help spread the injection.
The pain quickly subsided and was overshadowed by pleasure. Her small, dexterous hands were working absolute magic on his thigh, much to his chagrin. Even though it was solely for medical purposes, this was the most sensual massage of his entire life and his body was reacting accordingly. He was trying to think of anything else, or even focus on anything else in the room, but he was constantly drawn back to Scully's dedicated form in between his thighs. When her fingers inadvertently skimmed the hem of his boxers, he unintentionally jumped from the jolt that ran through his body. His teeth were clenched and his fists were grabbing the table in an attempt to not pop a boner this close to her face.
She noticed his movement and pulled her gaze away from her task, brow furrowing when she saw his state of distress. "I'm sorry, are you still in pain?"
He didn't want her to misconstrue his perversion for irritation so he stumbled to comfort her. "N-no, that feels-it really helped. I'm just nervous for the stitches."
She stood up from her position, but still remained in between his thighs, and grabbed one of his, much larger hands, into hers. "Mulder, I promise to be gentle, I'll go as fast as I can and you won't feel a thing." Her eyes were focused on his, conveying nothing but affection and concern. He hoped his were reflecting appreciation instead of unrepentant lust.
He had always absolutely hated going to the doctor's office and being fawned over by medical professionals, and now look at him. Then again, Scully's specialty was changing his perspective. Maybe it was because she was so no-nonsense in all other situations in life, and that's what makes this scenario so erotic for him. It's not that he was implying she was callous to him otherwise, but Scully was so completely enraptured with making him feel better when he was sick or injured, it was as much flattering as it was endearing. She always teased him about having a big ego for attention, if she had any idea getting this much attention and care solely from her got him off, she would never let him forget it.
Not to mention she made those scrubs more tantalizing than a Victoria Secret's catalog. While she was getting ready to thread the needle, she reached up and put her hair in a tiny ponytail, making her breasts press even harder against the constricting fabric. He looked away, contrary to his body's wishes, and waited for her to instruct him further.
He didn't have to wait long. "Okay, so this is in a rather tricky spot." He swore he could hear her amusement in her voice, no matter how hard she was trying to repress it. "So I'm going to need you to lie on your back and hold your boxers away from the wound, as high as you're comfortable with." He nodded and complied, relieved that his hand and arm would be able to block anything indecent from her view. His heart was racing regardless. When he was confident, he nodded to her in permission and she started setting up.
She took the same rolling stool from earlier, but elevated it as much as possible so she could work over him. She washed around his wound with something that smelled like antiseptic. "Okay, you won't feel any pain, but you might feel discomfort." Well, that's a given. Her breasts were pressed flush against the other thigh of the leg she was working over, and he could feel them in painful detail. Her hair, since it was so short, was slightly falling out of the ponytail and grazing along the top of his leg, along with the tickling wind of her breath. Her forearm and elbow were sinfully grazing too high up, and occasionally would bump into his hand, therefore creating friction against the palm of his hand and his demanding, and growing, erection. He never took himself to be such a masochist, but he didn't even want her to stop even though he knew it was going to be awkward when she asked him to switch positions. In all honesty, Doctor Scully was so utterly distracting, he forgot about the fact he was literally being sewn up at the moment.
"All done!" she proclaimed with pride. "See, I told you this wouldn't be so hard."
Internally cringing at her word choice, he smiled at her, "Thank you, Doctor Scully." Just saying the name was arousing to him, he was really pushing his luck. She smiled in return and got some gauze, unrolling it before wrapping it around his leg. Yet again, her breasts kept touching his leg and her tendrils of hair now were gazing the back of this hand, a reminder of just how closer her face, more specifically her lips, were to his-knock it off, Mulder.
When she stopped, he let out a slight sigh of relief that was ultimately short lived. "Now, before we can leave I have to do just the quick annual physical, since you last got one four years ago." She sent him a teasing, reprimanding glance as she got out more tools.
When her gaze was averted, he took the opportunity to shift back into his original, however, he put his hands on his knees and hunched over, pulling the fabric of the gown away from his hard-on. She pivoted around and quickly started the exam, "Okay, first I'm going to take your blood pressure." Mulder couldn't help but muse if a blood pressure test would be inaccurate if all the blood in his body was creating a lot of pressure in one region exclusively. He didn't know if there was any blood still outside of his dick to be able to measure. She moved next to him and wrapped the armband around his bicep. She was standing ridiculously close to him again, close enough so that he could smell her citrus shampoo. This had to have been some unspoken karma from all the times he had invaded her personal space in a similar way. It was one thing seeing her get flushed and embarrassed, it was a whole other thing from the other side. She had a little smirk on her face and he was a little nervous that she knew full well what she was doing to him.
The way her brows furrowed in confusion and concern told her that she may not be. "Hmm, it's a little higher than normal, but it could have been affected by your stress or the blood loss," she mumbled to herself, recording the findings on her chart. She put plastic on top of a thin thermometer before turning to him, "Open your mouth," she commanded sweetly. He did as she asked and waited a few moment. The results got a similar reaction. "You're running a slight fever, how do you feel?"
She ran the back of her hands over his forehead and his cheeks as he answered, "Um, I feel fine, yeah. Normal." He was a little distracted by the delicate touches and the way she was nervously biting her full, bottom lip between her teeth,
His answer seemed to slightly satisfy her and she moved her hands away. "Well, you feel a little warm, but I'll just mark you down as high average so it doesn't raise any red flags." She made a few more notations before grabbing the stethoscope from the counter. "Now I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs, just breathe normally for me." She moved in between his legs, again, and placed one hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, while the other moved the bell to his chest. She glanced at her watch to count the beats as he tried to ignore the feeling of her hip against his thigh.
She didn't say anything, but he could tell he was zero for three right now. In another move to unconsciously torture him, she got closer and moved her hand from his chest, snaked it under his arm, and pressed in against his back. Moving it around ever so slightly. She was so close to him now they may as well have been hugging. He had initially been worried she would press into him and feel his arousal, but luck blessed him for the first time. So, he was going to enjoy this moment and commit it to memory. "Mulder, breathe normally," she commanded lightly. He thought he was doing a good job of seeming unaffected, but that clearly wasn't the case apparently.
After a minute she backed away from him and draped the stethoscope around her neck. "Mulder, you have abnormal results for all four major tests. Your blood pressure is high, your temperature is elevated, your flushed, your heart is beating really fast, and your breathing is erratic. Have you been feeling ill at all recently?"
Yeah, I've been feeling great recently, those results are probably just because you're insatiably hot right now and I'm rock hard. "No different than I normally feel." She regarded him for a moment, did a quick sweep of his body, and he knew he was in trouble.
"Mulder, why are you hunched over? Is it a stomach problem?" she asked.
Fuck. "You know what, I did have some leftovers last night that looked a little questionable. It's probably just that. Sorry, I hadn't even thought about it. I promise it's not a big deal though." He patted himself on the back for how convincing that had sounded. A little too convincing apparently.
"That could be. I just want to make sure it's not the beginning of food poisoning. I'll just do a quick abdominal exam and then we can go." Mulder felt his palms starting to get slick from sweat, he couldn't lay down because the gown would hide nothing.
"Scully, I promise it's not food poisoning. Really it's nothing, I'm fine." He internally slapped himself for using the word 'fine'. Nothing signaled they were trying to hide something more than the word 'fine.' The determination in her eyes told him that much.
"Lay down or I'm admitting you." Her tone of voice and her hands on her hips told him she meant it too. He tried to rationalize it in his mind. Scully was a doctor, this would probably be nothing for her, she probably had seen it before albeit not this hard, and a few moments of embarrassment would be a lot better than being trapped here unnecessarily. With a sigh, he shifted as delicately as he could, keeping his legs bent so that he could still attempt to hide.
When he was flush on his back, with his legs bent and feet planted on the table, she moved up and started to do the exam, placing one hand on top of the other and tapping. It was all going fine, she was almost done, when she checked a little too low and came into contact with the head of his penis. She thought she had just accidentally groped him under a normal circumstance and quickly snapped her hands away. When she did so, the gown fell from his knees and puddled around his abdomen, so that his boxer-clad erection was showing to the world. An apology was on her lips before her eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sight.
It felt like she stared at it for a millennium until her gaze returned to him, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. He could see things start to click in her head and she licked her lips before curiously asking, "Has that been there the whole time?"
"I'm sorry." Was all he could bring himself to say. He didn't want to lie, but he was too embarrassed to give her a time frame.
"I must say, I'm relieved. That would explain the readings, but I must say I've never had a patient get aroused while getting stitches." There was an added quality to her voice now, If he had to place it, he would say she sounded proud of herself. She knew the erection didn't come from the stitches.
Figuring nothing could be more embarrassing he turned in playful flirtation and asked, "Well are most of your patients as appreciative of a gorgeous woman in scrubs as I am?"
Scully had the best poker face of anyone he'd ever met, but he saw the way the corners of her mouth were turning upwards. In a detached, but implicit tone, she replied, "Hmm. I'll have to keep that in mind." She stood up and walked to the door before turning back and saying, "Get dressed. I can show you how to keep up with the aftercare when we get back. I think it'd be best for everyone if your injury heals. It's in an inconvenient spot." Her words were so innocent, but it was the most suggestive thing he had ever heard, the wink she gave him before she left solidified her meaning.
He had never appreciated Scully's intricate knowledge of the human body and its workings as much as he did after his leg healed.
Hope you enjoyed! It was a lot of UST in this one. The next one will have a sex scene, so buckle up. Let me know what you though! -Nicole (Tumblr: gaycrouton)