Author's Notes: Hey everybody! So, I personally have always been sad at how tame "Arcadia" is, like I just wish it could have gone a little farther with its shippyness. However, a lot of good fanfictions have arisen from the ambiguity and I love them. Anyways, this is my crack at the classic "Mulder and Scully go undercover as a married couple" trope while simultaneously trying to poke fun at all the smut tropes we know and love.
Temptress: (noun) a woman who tempts someone to do something, typically a sexually attractive woman who sets out to allure or seduce someone.
They'd already done this before, so Scully figured the anticipatory nerves and excitement would have lessened the second time around. She was wrong. When Skinner pulled them into his office last week and told them they'd be going undercover for the Financial Crimes Unit, they were both caught off guard.
"Sir," Mulder started, "We just went undercover a few months ago."
Skinner nodded and ran a hand tentatively over his smooth head. With a reluctant sigh he informed, "I know, I know. I hate doing this, but everyone in the meeting was under the agreement that you'd be the best suited pair for the job."
"Best suited how, Sir? This isn't an X-File and undercover assignments are extremely rare for us," she chimed in.
An awkward tension draped the room as it became clear Skinner had been omitting something. Reluctantly he declared, "The suspect targets happy and blissful newlyweds, so everyone figured, since the suspect isn't violent and it should be an easy case to solve, the most important aspect was that we should send in partners who would be the most convincing." Now it was their turn to be uncomfortable. They were both well aware of the rumors that had followed them through the entirety of their partnership, but the fact the higher ups felt the same and were utilizing it was mortifying.
She glanced over and saw a light blush grazing Mulder's cheeks as he spoke. "Sir, wasn't Agent Nobis transferred to a new unit because she got married to Agent Nelson? Wouldn't they be more convincing because they are, you know, actually newlyweds?"
Skinner threw his hands up in mock defense, "They were considered, but ultimately they came to the conclusion you two would be more convincing." At Mulder and Scully's expressions, he added, "Their words not mine."
They agreed to the assignment nonetheless and spent the next hour in Skinner's office learning what the case entailed. Apparently, seventeen newlywed couples in Middletown, Delaware had their entire savings accounts completely drained. It was happening so much that couples were starting to postpone their weddings out of fear. Initially, they thought it was something to do with the wedding planning process, the chapel, the caterer, something along those lines, but not all the couples were married in town and there weren't enough commonalities. However, the FCU noticed, in footage of wife fifteen at the grocery store bumping into someone the day before, a man took a quick snapshot of her checkbook as he helped her retrieve the items from her dropped bags. Eventually, they got solid evidence with the guy, they just needed to catch him in the act, hence Mulder and Scully's involvement.
All in all, they barely had to do any work, Skinner even said himself it would be like a vacation where they just had to mandatorily interact with someone every now and then to make themselves easy targets. Their house would be right next to his, they would just have to go over and introduce themselves, feigning neighborly hospitality, and it should be enough to hook him, the guy wasn't exactly a criminal mastermind.
When they were dismissed, they left his office with embarrassed tension radiating off of them. As they walked the route back to the basement, it felt as if all eyes were on them. Not that that was unusual, but this time it felt like everyone was in the know. "Between the office rumors and these undercover missions, we might as well actually be together," she joked with a shy laugh.
It was quiet, if the hallway had been even slightly louder she would have missed it. He chuckled in response, but when he leaned to press the button for the elevator, she heard him mutter under his breath,"In my dreams."
The rest of the day was spent as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but she could not get that comment out of her head. In my dreams. It wasn't exactly subtle. Even hours later, as she lay in bed that night, the words just kept replaying like a mantra in her head. In my dreams. In her fucking dreams too, Mulder. So why was it so hard for them to just open up and say that?
Their relationship had evolved so much over the years. They were both more than aware of how the other felt, love was a frequent expression though never verbalized. She wanted that next step though, she didn't want to say bye to him on Friday knowing she wouldn't see him until Monday, hoping all weekend that he'd call just so she could hear his voice. She didn't want to spend all her time imagining what his hands would feel like on her body and having to settle for an occasional hand leading her out of the room, or his fingers brushing hers to pass a file. She wanted to be with him all the time, not just when he invited her over to watch a movie.
Realization hit her like a truck; Mulder was having to instigate everything while she passively sat by yearning for more. Guilt slowly started eating at her. While she'd been sitting around fearing how nerve wracking it would be to make a move, Mulder's been putting himself out there making attempts, only to be met with apparent indifference. Jesus Christ, Mulder even said "I love you" and got nothing in return, but he's never backed down. That's not fair to him.
She loves Mulder more than anything, so there shouldn't be anything stopping them from being together. The only reasonable thing she could think of was that he was scared she wouldn't want to break the rules. Fuck the rules. The rules had done nothing for them except put their lives in danger. He knew she loved him, she just needed to show him it went far beyond platonically and then maybe he'd be more confident. Last time they were undercover, he had been so flirty and loving to her, she was overwhelmed at the time and reacted frigidly.
Not this time. Now it was her turn to lay it on thick. She would do her best to really show him how much she wanted him. It may be embarrassing for her, she may get shy, but he'd been doing it for years. If temptress Scully was what it took, temptress Scully was what he'd get.
For the rest of the time before the mission, she brainstormed things she could do. She already knew she'd be more touchy when given the chance, more embracing, more cuddling, more kissing, but what could she do when they weren't in front of people? They had been in a shared space in their personal time before, usually with an adjoining door or a set departing time. How could she make this different? This time she wasn't going to exile him to the couch, they were going to sleep in the same bed and she was going to try and be as enticing as possible. Well, as much as her typically reserved nature would allow.
"So what's our names?" Scully jolted out of her pondering by Mulder's voice. Looking around, she realized the car was stopped and Mulder was looking at her expectantly. Her face flushed under his gaze.
"W-what?" she stuttered.
"Last time you said you were going to be incharge of our code names. So what's your pick?" he reminded.
"Hmm," she hummed, pressing her finger to her lips in thought, a movement she noticed caught Mulder's attention. As she brainstormed for a few seconds, she let her thumb run over her bottom lip, tugging its fullness under her touch. It amused her to see out of her peripheral that Mulder's attention never wavered. "Umm, Jeff and Paula Trent," she declared confidently. She remembered Plan 9 from Outer Space was his favorite, or at least most watched, movie, and she had to really brainstorm what the names of those characters were.
"Aww, Scully. That's so romantic," he teased in earnest appreciation.
"Ah, ah, ah," she chastised, emphasizing her ring-adorned finger for emphasis, "Paula." She got out of the car and waited for him to join her before walking up to their new, temporary home. Luckily, their new aliases didn't have to dress so prim and proper. Mulder was just in a plain t-shirt and some jeans, which is what the majority of his wardrobe for this assignment consisted of, whereas hers was just a bunch of sundresses, like the short navy blue one she was wearing now. She noticed when they met up this morning, Mulder was more than appreciative of the amount of new skin revealed, poorly hiding his attempts to stare.
"Well, Paula, welcome home," he said, opening the door. The home was about as extravagant as last time, ridiculously large and something Mulder and Scully would never be able to afford on a government salary.
She whistled in appreciation as she walked in, taking in the large expanse of space. Only the bare minimum amount of furniture was provided for them, the rest was just a bunch of empty boxes to fill up space. She walked over to the living room and saw a huge heart-shaped ottoman. She walked over to it and fell on it dramatically, enjoying the plush fabric against her back. She knew as she fell, the hemline of her dress had risen up to expose most of her thighs, but instead of pulling it down, she patted on the other half of the ottoman, just as Mulder had done to the bed all those months ago.
Mulder had been watching her instead of looking at the house and his eyes were drawn away from her legs by her hand's movement, laughing as he recognized her reference. He walked over to her and laid down parallel to her. The ottoman may have been huge, but for two people to lay on it their sides had to be flushed.
She turned to face him and propped her head on her hand to look down at him, "Did Skinner say what exactly we were supposed to bring over as a gift? He said it was supposed to make it clear we had money," she asked.
"Apparently there's a gift basket filled with expensive chocolate in the kitchen," he replied, simultaneously trying not to fall off, but also not invade her personal space too much. The exact opposite of what she'd be doing to him.
"Do you want to go now or later, Jeff?" she inquired with an amused smile.
"Hmm," he mused. "If we go now, that's all we have to do for the rest of the evening."
"Good idea," she agreed. As she moved to get up, she placed a hand on his upper thigh to steady herself, pushing herself up by pressing on him. Her skirt was apparently in on the plan, because the fabric clung to her ass from the static and she had to pull it down manually as she walked to the kitchen, hearing him clear his throat from his spot on the ottoman.
She found the present laying on the counter and she grabbed it to inspect it further. This box of chocolate was easily half of her paycheck. Mulder chuckled as he watched her remove one from the package and set it on the counter for later. "What? It's really good chocolate," she defended.
He raised his eyebrows in amusement, "Hey, no argument here. I support your decision fully." He placed his hand on the small of her back as he led her out of the house and to the neighboring home.
He raised his hand to the door almost identical to their own and knocked three times, winking at Scully before snaking his arm around her and pulling her closer to him. Instead of freezing like last time, she eased into his touch and rested her head on his chest. Before he could comment on it, the door opened to reveal a short man. Mulder spoke first, "Hi, sorry to bother you. My wife and I just moved next door and wanted to introduce ourselves. My name's Jeff Trent," Mulder proclaimed, extending his hand, "-and this is my wife Paula."
The man's face contorted into a beaming smile and he took Mulder's hand readily into his own, shaking it enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you, my name's Tom Miller. What a beautiful wife you have," he beamed, turning his attention towards Scully, who held out her own hand, only to have it kissed instead.
Mulder instinctively tightened his hold on Scully a little bit as he replied, "Don't I know it." Scully felt that he was leaning to press a kiss to her head, so she quickly tilted her head up and captured his lips in a sweet, chaste kiss. She felt Mulder almost jump back in pure surprise, but stayed in character.
She broke the kiss and turned to the man, and in her sweetest voice offered, "We brought you a little present, to say hello." She held out the package in front of her and the man took it with unabashed excitement.
"Well, now, you didn't have to do that!" he declared, looking eagerly through the contents. Now that Scully's hands were free, she wrapped them around Mulder in a side hug, pleased when he stroked his hand up and down her back.
"Nonsense! My husband is a very giving man," she drew out, resting her chin on Mulder's chest with a smile while beaming up at him, "-and we just wanted to make a good first impression. This is our first home together and we really want to get involved in the community." She was just regurgitating that speil she and Mulder had gone over with Skinner.
"First home? How long have the two of you been married?" he pried with curiosity.
"We're actually newlyweds, it's hard for me to even believe," Mulder sighed, looking at her with the same enthusiasm she's been giving him. It was almost overwhelming, that much affection directed solely at her, but she didn't break eye contact.
"Well, I have the perfect thing for the both of you," he stated proudly, breaking the pair out of their personal moment. "I'm hosting a block party at my place tomorrow around noon, please feel free to come over,"
Scully gasped in exaggerated shock and smiled, "That would be amazing, thank you so much!"
Mulder chuckled and she knew it was because of her fake enthusiasm, "Thanks Tom, we really appreciate that. Do you want me to bring anything?" he asked.
"Just your gorgeous wife!" he demanded cheerfully. They said their goodbyes and Mulder and Scully made their way across the lawn, she had disentangled herself from him, but still held onto his hand, massive in comparison to her own.
"Just your gorgeous wife," Scully mimicked, making fun of the man's voice and forwardness.
"Hey, you can't blame the guy for having eyes," he teased. She wanted to say something in response, but she was too flustered at the compliment.
Instead, she just raised their joined hands to her mouth and placed a kiss to the back of his hands. She let the kiss last a few seconds longer than partnerly, only saying a soft, "Thank you," in response.
Only when they closed the door did they disentangle hands. Mulder stayed to lock the door as Scully made her way to the kitchen.
The FCU was certain that Miller didn't use any form of surveillance, so they were pleased to be able to drop the act in the safety of their home. Scully opened the refrigerator expectantly, only to be met with nothing. She checked the rest of the cabinets, only to be met with similar disappointment. "Mulder?" she called out.
"Yeah?" his voice called out.
"They didn't provide us with any food," she informed, disappointment lacing her voice. It was nearing six, and she was starving.
Mulder rounded the corner and took note of all the empty cabinets. "I can go run out and get something for us, want anything in particular?"
"No preference, thank you!" she replied, giving him a contented smiled. She decided as he was gone, she'd take that time to enjoy a long, hot shower. She always felt gross after being in the car for a few hours. She grabbed her underwear and robe from the one bag she packed for herself and wandered into the shower, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.
She spent maybe forty minutes in the shower, completing the whole nine yards of her beauty routine. She washed her hair, exfoliated her face, shaved her legs, groomed her pubes, and used her favorite body wash. After turning off the hot water and getting out of the shower, she wiped the fog from the mirror to see a clear sliver of her reflection. Her face was clean and her freckles were sticking out vividly against her pale skin. Scully even took some time to lotion up her whole body, a luxury she was frequently too tired to do. She put on her matching black bra and underwear and, as she moved to get her robe, she heard the front door open as Mulder came back from his errand. "Scully?" his voice rang out from the hallway.
Her mouth opened to respond, but she snapped it shut as an idea came to mind. It was bold, and she would have to overcome the shyness creeping through her veins, but she was curious to see what this could lead to. She was just going to walk out in her bra and underwear with her robe wide open, pretending like she hadn't heard him come home. She works out on a regular basis, so she knew her body was in good shape, she just hoped Mulder would appreciate it too.
She wiped more fog from the mirror so she could get a full body check. She adjusted her boobs in her bra to make them a bit more prominent, she slipped her arms through the short robe, keeping it wide open, and ran a comb through her hair, tousling it a little with her fingers. She looked into her eyes, giving herself a silent nod of encouragement, before letting out a breath and opening the door.
As far as she was aware, he was still in the living room or kitchen area, but after taking a few steps into the bedroom she heard his voice a lot closer than anticipated. "Hey, Scully. I didn't think you were home."
She put on an innocent face as she twirled around, not making a move to close the robe. However, as soon as she saw him, her plan was the last thing on her mind. Mulder himself was in the middle of changing and he was standing near the bed, his lean, muscular torso fully on display and his jeans unbuckled and unzipped, tantalizingly showing the 'v' of his pubic muscles disappearing under the top of his boxers, a prominent bulge peeking out. He had his thumbs dipped under the sides of his waistband, a moment away from sliding them down his legs. The whole pose was painfully suggestive.
She stood stunned for a second, taking in his body hungrily with his eyes. When she glanced up to look at his face, she saw he was greedily absorbing her body like she had just done with his, his eyes running over every exposed curve and valley. His tongue darted out to lick his lips before flitting back up to her face. When their gaze connected, the moment of admiration was taken over by juvenile embarrassment at having been caught. "Uh, sorry, Scully," he stammered, immediately turning his body and stare away from her to give her privacy.
"N-no, I'm sorry! I hadn't heard you come in," she exclaimed, tying her robe shut. Out of his peripheral, when he saw the sash tighten, he turned around with one hand clasping his pants shut and the other holding his change of clothes.
"I'm just gonna use the bathroom, I got some take out downstairs for us, along with a few groceries, by the way," he rambled, trying to ease the awkwardness.
"Thanks, Mulder," she beamed in gratitude as she watched him retreat into the bathroom. Scully knew she had to be braver than this for her plan to work. So, instead of waiting for him to leave so she could change, she dropped the robe and started putting on the clothes she had laid out on the bed. She slid her shorts up her freshly-shaven legs, satisfied that the hem barely went passed her ass. She grabbed her baggy t-shirt from the bed and put her arms in the sleeves. She felt ridiculous, but she was still on a mission to entice Mulder, so she put her head in the shirt and waited until she heard the door open to slide it down her body. It looked casual and unintended, but from the way Mulder's eyes were on her, she knew he got another good eyeful. "Ready to go eat?" she asked with an innocent smile as she untucked her hair from the neckline of her shirt.
"Mhm," he replied, clearing his throat. He too had changed into his pyjamas for the night, a thin grey shirt and some mesh shorts. Though his were a much more decent length. When she got into the kitchen, she was pleased to see the counter adorned with take out boxes and plastic sacks.
For the next ten minutes they got to live in temporary, faux-domestic bliss. Just dancing around each other in the kitchen, asking where they should put random odds and ends of the groceries. Scully also happened to notice he had picked up many of her favorite foods without having to even ask. In that moment, it felt like they were an actual couple moving into a new house together. There was no bickering, no fighting, they worked in perfect harmony like they always did. It made her yearn for more.
The rest of the evening was spent in a similar way. The Bureau didn't get them food, but they set up cable. They took their take out into the living room and sat on the couch, digging into their standard meal they got in practically every city they ventured to. They were like connoisseurs of mediocre, Americanized-chinese food. Per usual, she let Mulder choose the channel as they talked about whatever came to mind. "This is nice," she blurted out of the blue, The Exorcist playing softly in the background.
"Oh, thanks. It was between this or Mexican, and we just had Chili's the other day so-" he stated.
"No, I mean being able to hang out," she smiled from her side of the couch.
"Oh," he stuttered in surprise before his lips curved into a smile, "I agree."
"I wish we could do it more often," she sighed, baiting him.
"Let's do it more then, when we get back," he offered. Her heart warmed at how hopeful he sounded.
"I'm holding you to that," she teased in earnest. Nudging his thigh with her foot. She gave herself an idea with that, and when she was done with her food, she set everything on the coffee table and reclined on the shared couch. Innocently she asked, "Is it okay if I rest my feet on your lap?" She legs were currently bent, nearly touching him, and she saw Mulder appreciate the expanse of bare flesh before gently replying, "Of course," tapping his thighs lightly.
She put her legs a little higher up on her lap than necessary and looked in mock-distraction at the movie, watching the girl flail on the bed as she fought with Satan while ignoring the way Mulder shifted underneath her.
She felt his hands touch her feet, and she was certain he was going to move them when, instead, he started giving her an impromptu foot massage. She let her eyes flutter shut as she enjoyed his ministrations. Every now and then a hum of contentment would escape her throat and, before she knew it, she was passed out.
She didn't know what time it was when she realized she had fallen asleep. Mulder just must have disentangled himself from her feet and was on his way to turn the television off. She snapped her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep, curious what his next move in this situation would be. She heard him walk over a to her, but everything else was a mystery since her eyes were shut. She had to stifle her reaction when she felt one hand slip under her knees and the other slip under her back as he lifted her up bridal style. He head fell against his chest, and she could tell he was taking extra precautions to be slow and quiet to avoid waking her. She also enjoyed this moment of physical contact with Mulder, his strong arms holding her with ease, the smell of him encompassing her, she was in love.
When they got to the bedroom, she felt him bend down and throw the comforter back with a gentle hand, still managing to keeping her body still and flush to his own. The amount of care and dedication he took in his mission not to wake her up was really sweet, and she had to repress a smile from breaking out on her face and signalling she was fully awake. With an unknown grace, Mulder gently laid her body down on the bed and pulled the comforter up around her. Before standing back up, he pressed a feather light kiss to her forehead.
As she heard him turn, she realized he was going to go sleep on the couch, and that would inhibit this part of her plan. In the best sleepy voice she could muster, she whispered, "Mulder."
He turned around and crouched down so he was eye level with her, though she only cracked her eyes open a little bit to give the effect she was barely hanging onto consciousness. He raised a hand and brushed back some of her hair. "Yes, Scully?" he whispered back, not wanting his voice to break the tranquility.
"Stay with me, sleep here" she mumbled sweetly, barely opening her mouth.
He understood regardless and stood up, "Okay, but I have to use the restroom first," he reassured. She heard his feet pad towards the bathroom until the door shut. She listened to him as he finished up his nightly routine.
She'd initially been scared that she would actually fall asleep waiting for him to come to bed, but the anticipation of going through with this was making her restless. Since she didn't want him to walk in on her checking the clock, she just kept her eyes closed and continued her mock-sleep breathing, utilizing deep, long breaths. She was a doctor, she knew the physiological effects of sleep on the body, she wasn't worried about being convincing. What she was worried about was keeping her confidence and fully going through with it.
She didn't know if it had been two minutes or twenty, but eventually she heard the sink shut off and his toothbrush hit the counter. She resisted opening her eyes when she heard the rustling of his shirt coming off and the sound of him stripping to his boxers before standing by the bed. She assumed he was trying to figure out how to lay down without waking her since he took a moment, just standing next to the bed until he started crawling onto the mattress. She could feel the blankets lift up and his body heat radiate against her side. From the sharp dip in the bed, he was propping himself up on his elbow, facing her. She almost jumped when she felt his delicate hand reach out and wipe more stray hairs from her face. It was painfully sweet and she had to focus on keeping her breathing slow as he ran the back of his index finger along the skin of her cheekbone.
She couldn't help but wonder how many times he had watched her sleep. She had definitely dozed off in his presence a lot over the years, did he always do this? As quickly as his touch had happened, it was gone, and he was laying on his back parallel to her. She took this as her first opportunity. She turned on her side facing him and raised her top leg, draping it over his waist. At the same time, she threw an arm across his chest and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, adding a sleepy sound of contentment for good measure.
It was hard to shock Mulder, being surprised was second nature with their job, but as soon as her body burrowed into his, he might as well have been a statue with how rigid he was. His breath was higher and shallow, and initially she had been concerned maybe this was too far and she had made him uncomfortable. However, before she could ruminate on the thought for too long, he raised the hand not trapped by her body and placed it on her arm, rubbing small circles into her skin. He also turned and inhaled her hair lightly, smelling her shampoo. While this was an elaborate plan to seduce the man she loved, she couldn't help but revel in this innocent embrace. Well. innocent minus the erection she felt growing under her thigh. It was just so comforting; the warmth of his body, his soothing touch, the sensation of his heart beating under her palm. It was so comforting that she fell asleep for real within minutes.
If it wasn't for how well-rested she was and the sunlight peeking through the windows, she would have sworn she just blinked. They were in the exact same position they had been in when she fell asleep. The only differences being that she was a little more on top of him, and the arm that had been trapped was now being used as a pillow, his hand resting on her back. She peaked one eye open and was pleased to see he looked like he was still asleep, his breathing matching up with this. She was more pleased with the fact his growing erection from last night had blossomed into full blown morning wood, pressing demandingly against the sheet under her thigh. Okay, phase two of the bedroom plan was a go.
She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She just needed to wake him up and try to make him think she was having a sex dream. She squirmed a bit against him, making sure her leg rubbed hard against his penis. A deep sleepy moan vibrated in his throat and he shifted a bit in bed; the arm wrapped around her pulling her closer to him. In that moment she realized he wasn't the only one who woke up totally aroused, the sound of his moan just adding to her already present wetness. She squirmed one more time and it did the trick. After she stopped, he moved once more. However, this time his body didn't return to relaxation. His movements became that of someone trying to orient themselves.
She felt his realization at their position in the exact moment it happened. It was much like last night, in that he was completely stunned, except a bit more so presumably because he was so hard. Through her closed eyes, she felt his gaze resting on her face, trying to determine if she was still asleep. She took the opportunity and mimicked what he had just done. Deep in her throat, she let a guttural moan live as she grinded her body sensually into his.
She was immediately rewarded by the sound of him cutting off a groan, intaking a sharp breath, and becoming even more rigid under her touch. She stayed like that for a moment as she felt his hand move off her back. She knew he was probably going to try to disentangle himself, so she decided to have mercy on him and help a little. Not before throwing one last move his way. In a breathy, sleepy voice she moaned softly "M-mulder," as she pushed her breasts into his ribs, easing her thigh off his pelvis.
The friction of her movement made him arch his back ever so slightly. His breath was still shallow as he slowly, inch by inch, made his way off the bed. She wished she could open her eyes, because if she was right, he was essentially melting off the bed, letting himself fall to the floor. The amount of discomfort he was putting himself through to avoid waking her up was honestly endearing.
The bed lifted when it was free of his weight, and she heard him practically jog to the adjoining bathroom, closing the door ever so softly behind him. She allowed herself to open her eyes in the new freedom. Okay, so she supposed expecting him to wake her up and make passionate love to her was a little unrealistic, but this would overall be useful when she finally made her move. She knew she'd probably have to be the one to instigate anything, but now she hopefully instilled the confidence in him that he was the focus of her sex dreams. Unless he just thought humping him and moaning his name in her sleep while being held in his arms was platonic. If he was that dense she would be tempted to shoot him again.
She realized she hadn't heard him sit on the toilet or pee. Straining a little bit, she tried to decipher the sounds she was hearing. It sounded like he was washing his hands, but the sink wasn't on? When she heard his labored breathing it clicked. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Mulder is masturbating in the room right next to me, after waking up holding me. The sounds that confused her before were now crystal clear; the sound of the friction of his hand against his dick, his precum so prominent it was audible, and his muffled pants.
She couldn't help it, she slid a hand down the front of her shorts, already aroused from earlier and found herself absolutely soaking, her clit enlarged and desperate. She fingered a bit of her lubrication before spreading it around her nub, shuddering at the sensation. She strained to hear Mulder on the other side of the door. She placed her other hand under her waistband and plunged two fingers deep inside her tight heat, thrusting in time with the sound of his strokes. She was already close and she knew it, her hips were undulating against two frantic hands. She figured if she could hear him, he'd be able to hear her, so she turned her head and bit a part of the blanket next to her, using it as a pseudo-gag.
His breaths were getting harder to suppress, and she could tell he was trying to breath through his mouth to be quieter. It wasn't working. The clapping, wet sounds periodically got louder and louder while the finger swirling her clit got faster and faster. With a few hard bumps she heard it, "Scul-ly," stuttered out in a breathy groan. The sound of him cumming her name made her wild and her back arched violently off the bed as her orgasm shuddered through her. Her mouth clenched hard around the blanket as she begged herself to be quiet. As she came down she heard Mulder, actually this time, washing his hands in the sink. She quickly tried to make herself look nonchalant, wiping her flushed fingers against her shorts and hiding the wet spot of the blanket where her mouth was. She shifted into the position she had been in when he left in the nick of time, the door swinging open just as she settled.
She felt him walk back over to her area to grab some clothes out of his dresser, she assumed he was going to go back and change, but instead he paused in front of her. She was afraid he knew, and she almost jumped when she felt the back of his hand against her forehead. What was he doing? She decided she wanted to see him so she stretched her body and let out a fake groggy groan. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see him retract his hands and his eyes flit from her chest to her face. She decided to fake concern and she looked up at him with wide eyes and a furrowed brow and asked in a tired voice, "Is every okay, Mulder?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just getting my clothes and I noticed you looked really flushed and a little sweaty, so I was worried you were running a fever," he soothed. Nope, no fever, just the residual effects of masturbating to the sounds of you getting off to me.
Instead of saying that she pressed her hands to her face and shrugged, "Hmm, I don't feel like I do."
He nodded at her answer and offered her a smile. "Let me know if anything changes. I'm going to go downstairs and make a snack before we have to head over to the party. Do you want anything?"
"Surprise me. I'm going to get ready," she smiled back.
"Will do," he replied, heading to the bathroom to quickly change before he headed downstairs.
She laid in bed until he was gone, easing her legs over the edge and padding towards the box of clothes provided for her for the mission. She pulled out a short, lavender dress, with a low bust line and thin spaghetti straps. Looking further into the box, her heart sank when all she could find were thongs. It wasn't that she didn't like thongs, she just usually didn't wear them in conjunction with an extremely short dress. She was also irritated that whoever was in charge of packing her clothes chose to dress her so scantily. Sighing in defeat, she took her change of clothes into the bathroom and shut the door.
It only took her a few minutes to fix herself up. She just peed, brushed her hair, applied some makeup, brushed her teeth, and put on her dress. The dress was cut in a way that made it practically impossible to wear a bra, so she just had to accept the fact she was essentially naked underneath the thin fabric. Before she was about to leave, she caught sight of Mulder's cologne sitting on the counter. In a moment of self-indulgence, she reached for it, uncapped it, and took a deep inhale. It smelled like trips in the car and late nights in motel rooms, sitting next to each other going over cases. She held the bottle away from her and sprayed it on, enjoying the scent of Mulder that would follow her the rest of the day.
She put on some strappy sandals and tapped down the steps, meeting Mulder in the kitchen to enjoy the toasted bagels with real cream cheese he had laid out for them. "Did you sleep well last night?" he asked nonchalantly, memories of how he fell asleep and woke up inevitably at the forefront of his mind.
She smiled at him and enthusiastically answered, "Honestly yeah, I feel more well rested than I have in a long time. I can't remember what I was dreaming about last night, but I woke up happy. That's always nice." She wanted to hug him purely from the look on his face. He was trying to look down and hide it, but his lips were fixed into a delighted, sweet smile and it was adorable. "What about you? Did you get a good night's rest?"
"Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, I got a great night's sleep and I woke up really invigorated," he answered innocently. Oh I heard you did. "We should probably get going when we're finished up," he added.
They ate with intermittent conversation before cleaning up and heading over. As soon as they were outside of their fake home, she snuck her dainty hand into his and he reciprocated, clutching onto her. The day was beautiful outside as they meandered their way across the lawn to Miller's house. When they walked up the drive they saw the door was open and filled with unfamiliar faces.
When they entered, they were surprised to see that it was packed with guests. Mulder held tighter onto Scully's hand and gave it a little squeeze of reassurance as he led her to the table with tMiller, giving furtive greetings to all they passed. They needed to get more information on him, and this was the perfect opportunity. However, as they approached the table, it became clear that there was only one free chair. Glancing around, it seemed to be a trend for the women to sit on the men's laps.
Mulder gave her an apologetic look and she just smiled in silent permission. The memory that she was only wearing a thong underneath her dress made her a little nervous, but she was going to utilize this opportunity, the only person with the possibility of knowing was Mulder and that would only work in her favor. He sat down in the chair, engaging in pleasantries with the other guests as she nestled herself on his lap, resting on the upper-middle part of his thighs, his front almost flush with her back. She knew he was internally laughing at how much this position exacerbated their already obvious height difference; her thighs were absolutely dwarfed in size by his and her feet dangled a nearly a foot off the ground.
They both must've looked around and done a quick inventory of the other guests' postures because they almost immediately adopted them. Scully pivoted in his lap so she was sideways like the rest of the women and he wrapped his arms around her middle, keeping her close to him.
"I'm glad you both could make it!" Miller proclaimed in excitement, "These are my new neighbors, Jeff and Paula."
Mulder and Scully waved at the residence sitting around the table. They were extremely friendly and asked a bunch of questions about where they came from and what they did. Mulder was doing a great job at answering, so she just leaned on his chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. She knew he probably wouldn't think anything of it. He probably would just assume that she was avoiding the overly, appreciative stare of Miller, which wasn't all together wrong. Everytime he said anything a little odd to her, she felt Mulder's arms instinctively, protectively tighten around her.
While her forehead was against his neck, she got an idea. I mean, they did have to pretend to be in-love newlyweds after all. She moved her head a little bit and started placing light kisses along his neck and jawline. She felt the vibrations of his voice stutter under her lips, but it was only detectable to her. She also felt him shifting under her lap. When she reached his earlobe, she backed up her face a bit and rubbed her nose lightly against his cheek in a pseudo-Eskimo kiss. This tickled him because he stopped and looked at her with amusement, to which she just cocked her head and grinned.
"Aww, you both are so in love. You make such a good couple," a party goer Scully hadn't caught the name of squealed.
"I don't know how I got so lucky," Scully spoke up for the first time. She reached one arm around Mulder's neck and leaned against him once more. She harmlessly started moving her feet idly around in the air, knowing the movement would cause friction between her thigh and Mulder's crotch. She saw Mulder take a few inhales of breath and she remembered she had put on his cologne earlier.
"Oh no, I'm definitely the lucky one," Mulder added. The conversation started moving towards the school districts in town and Scully lost the molecule of interest she had in the conversation. Instead, she decided to take Mulder by surprise by leaning her head down and pressing her lips to his in a warm kiss. He was surprised for a minute but quickly reciprocated. She deepened the kiss, letting her tongue run over that pouty bottom lip she had stared at for years. Their tongues touched for maybe a second or two before he pulled back, she could feel the reason why pressing against the flesh of her ass.
He was a little breathless, and to change the conversation, he whispered in her ear, "Are you wearing my cologne?"
She looked at him in coy honesty, running her hand through the hair at the nape of his neck, making him shudder. "It smells good on you, I wanted to have you with me."
Someone distracted him for a moment, so she continued her gentle torture. She pivoted a little on his lap, aggravating his growing hard on, and started a meaningless conversation with a woman to her left. She didn't really pay much attention to what was being said, she just made sure to be as animated as possible, taking every opportunity to squirm around and bounce on Mulder's lap.
After a few minutes, there was nothing growing about it, Mulder was fully, rock hard erect. She was impressed at his refractory period from this morning to say the least. She had just finished her conversation with the woman when she started to shift positions again, but this time Mulder's hands shot out and grabbed her hips roughly, keeping her in place. It went undetected by the other guests, but it send an extra show of arousal straight to her core. Mulder's thumbs stroked the fabric of her dress near her waist and he put his mouth to her ear once more, "Scully, are you not wearing underwear?" His voice was strained and deep.
She switched positions with him so her mouth was against his ear, "I do, but its a barely existent thong." She felt his fingers tighten around her waist and she rocked herself one more time against him.
Mulder's demanding voice rang out and honestly caught her off guard, "Hey, Tom. I'm so sorry, I forgot I'm expecting an important call for my mother soon and I need to be there to answer it. Thank you so much for your hospitality." As Mulder said this, he lightly stood up, placing his hand firmly on Scully's shoulder to keep her in front of him and hide his erection.
"It's no problem! I'm glad you guys stopped by. Hope to see you soon!" Miller declared, everyone at the table cheering them with their drinks. Mulder and Scully nodded and he quickly guided her out of the house, avoiding all the guests. She felt his erection occasionally rub against her lower back and the top of her ass as their proximity remained close.
The entire walk back to their house was silent and rushed. His hand tightly gripping her shoulder to lead her, the only sound being their feet stomping against the grass. He let go of her to walk past and open the door, walking inside with heavy strides. She was nervous she had gone too far, rarely was Mulder this commanding or this quiet. She walked in after him and turned around to close the door, but as her hand gripped the knob, the door was slammed shut. Looking up she saw two hands bracketing the sides of her head, and she turned around to see Mulder leaning down, trapping her against the door.
His eyes were intently staring her down, they were darker than she had ever remembered seeing them. She had never been so acutely aware of his physical poweress as she was right now, being totally eclipsed by his domineering form. He licked his lips as he inched slightly closer to her until his breath was against her ear, whispering in a gravelly voice, "Are you trying to kill me, Scully?" He moves his head back as he waits for her response. She sees it then; unbridled lust in his dilated eyes, only moving them from her face to look at the rise and fall of her chest.
"W-what?" she asked in a breathy whisper she barely even recognized as her own.
Not moving an inch away, he continued, "Scully, for the past seven years, I have considered it an accomplishment to earn so much as a smile from you. They're more frequent now, but I cherish them all the same. A hug is a heaven sent," her heart was pounding at his words and it was hard for her to maintain eye contact with such an intense look. "Need I remind you last undercover operation, you were snippy with me in regards to any sort of intimacies we faked. However, in just the past twenty four hours, you've been extra flirty and touchy with me, more than I would have ever dreamed possible. So, Scully," he leaned closer to her face to force her to look him in the eye as he asked in a low, sexy voice, "Why are you teasing me?"
This was it. If she was ever going to make her move, it would be this very moment. Even though he was towering over her and her heart was beating so loud it was deafening, she mustered up every ounce of courage she had, looked him confidently in the eye and stated in her most sensual voice, "I wanted to give you the confidence to take what's yours."
The second the words left her mouth his lips crashed down onto hers, his arms moving from their place beside her head so he could hoist her up and pin her against the wood of the door, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he ravaged her mouth. As far as kisses went, there was nothing innocent about this. This wasn't gentle exploration, this was a man staking his claim. His tongue roamed over every crevice of her mouth, stealing her breath away as she welcomed him home.
He broke away roughly so he could place wet, sloppy kisses to her exposed neck, only stopping to pant, "Do you have any idea the torture you've put me through? How much I want you?"
He placed a kiss with extra suction on her pulse point making her whimper, "Show me." An aroused chuckle escaped his lips and his breath tingled against her wet skin. His hands moved from her thighs, dragging the hem of her skirt up to her ass as he groped the flesh greedily, inadvertently pressing her crotch into his demanding erection while he returned his lips to her swollen ones. She had been aroused this whole time, but she was sure when he stepped away there would be a damp spot on the front of his pants from her arousal.
He moved one hand, compensating by pressing his pelvis harder into hers, she was sure there would be an imprint of her body molded into the wood of the door. He brought his freehand up and started kneading her aching breasts through her dress, making her moan into his mouth. He roughly shoved the thin straps down her arms as he tugged the top down, making her breasts spill out. She helped him by hurriedly easing her arms the remaining way out of the dress straps, quickly returning them around his neck as he ravished her chest with his mouth, eagerly sucking on her pert nipples. Each flick of his tongue against her sensitive peaks sent a shot of arousal straight to her clit. She started grinding herself against him as much as she could in this position and he primally growled into her tit.
He kissed his way up her chest, lavishing her skin with his tongue until he was back at her face, playfully tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth. His hand had returned back to her thigh and was easing his way back up until the thin crotch of her thong was hooked with his index and middle finger, his knuckles soaked with her wetness, making a cocky smile erupt on his face. She would have considered it cute if she wasn't busy praying those fingers would straighten out and thrust inside her, anything to relieve this aching pressure. "Scully, how attached are you to these underwear?"
"Not at all," she whined, trying desperately to grind herself against his hand.
"Good," he grinned as he pulled savagely down, ripping the fabric from her thighs. She gasped both in shock at the suddenness of the movement and in arousal at his brashness. He raised the fabric so it was visible to them both. He wiped his thumb along the crotch of the soaked underwear, moving the visible arousal with the pad of his thumb. "Scully, you're so wet," he praised.
She smiled coyly as he threw the underwear over his shoulder and brought his thumb up to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the digit, tasting herself on him as he watched with hooded eyes. She closed her mouth around his thumb and hollowed her cheeks with suction, watching as he closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure. He retracted his thumb only so he could steady her and undo his belt at the same time. Scully didn't know if she'd ever heard a sound as beautiful as his belt sliding out of the loops and his zipper being drawn down.
Her body was humming with anticipation as he freed his erection, feeling the hot skin pressing against her inner thigh. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?" he growled, stroking his tip along her entrance to coat his length.
She was so aroused it was hard to even think straight, instead of responding to his question, she cried, "Please, Mulder." His gaze focused intently on her face as he thrust into her, going so deep she felt her walls stretch to accomodate his thickness and length as his balls pressed against the curve of her ass. It was exquisite.
Under normal circumstances, she would have been embarrassed at the pleading mewls of pleasure that escaped her lips, but he felt too good for her to care. She had wanted this for too long. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands gripped her upper thighs like a vice. He was pounding into her with reckless, primal abandon. It was absolutely carnal, much like the growls and groans coming from his mouth. Each hard thrust made her back hit the door and her feet dangle limply against his thighs.
Mulder was a gracious lover, just as she'd always assumed he would be. He gyrated his hips with every thrust to hit every possible spot, making her cry out in rapture. Her hips were angled so, that with each movement, his pubic bone ground harshly against her throbbing clit. He saw the way she was writing in pleasure at the friction, so he made sure to create as much as possible, rubbing their bodies together sinfully.
She threw herself on him more, wrapping her legs on his hip bones and lifting herself onto him fully with her arms. Her breasts were pressed fully against his chest and they bounced in between them with each thrust. He wasn't so much fucking her against the wall right now as much as she was riding him while standing.
He turned around and bent down to his knees, never slipping out of her once, as he laid her on the hardwood floor. As soon as her back was flush to the ground, she disentangled her hands so she could rip off his shirt. Initially, she meant for that to be a hyperbole, but as soon as her fingers started having difficulties with the top button, she just grabbed the fabric by the fistfuls and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Mulder laughed heavily and temporarily removed his hands from her to whip off his shirt, revealing the muscles she'd only ever gotten to admire. Now they were under her touch, hard and slick from sweat.
He leaned down, trapping her hands between them as he placed more kisses along her neck and shoulders once more, apparently that was one of his favorite areas she had never known about. He lovingly nipped at her skin with his teeth, not enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark and it drove her crazy. She started thrusting her hips wildly against his own, meeting him thrust for thrust and he smiled down at her with lust-riddled appreciation. He grabbed one of her legs so that his hand was on the back of her thigh and her calf was draped over him and pressed it up, so that it was almost parallel to her body, sending him impossibly deeper. She did him one better and raised the other one so it was over his shoulder, silently thanking god for those post-workout stretches she did.
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips again, this was more clunky than the last times, as their faces mashed together with each thrust. This new angle was perfect for her g-spot and her clit and, within a minute, her body was shaking in anticipation for the orgasm building in her abdomen. Her hands desperately clung to his and as the orgasm ripped through her body, her nails scratched violently up his back, definitely tearing skin. He moaned in response and thrust into her as deep as he could possibly go, rotating her hips to draw out her pleasure. "Let me see you," he growled.
She let go of his back and laid lethargically on the ground, her arms sprawled out by her sides. Her back arched off the floor and her torso rolled against his own. She felt beads of sweat roll off her forehead down her temple into her sweaty hair as a second, quicker but equally intense orgasm rolled through her. She felt like she was a fish out of water, failing around and gasping for air as electrical currents shocked her body. He placed an opened mouth kiss to her temple and licked her skin before groaning, "Scully, you're so beautiful."
"M-Mulde-r, I l-love y-you," she panted between thrusts. At her words, he threw his head back and his whole body shuddered with his release. His head fell forward to look at her face while his hot seed spurted inside her.
As he came down he placed loving kisses on her collarbone and lips, whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you," with each kiss. He slid out of her and she felt his hot cum leak out, spilling down her skin and onto the hardwood floor. He laid on his back and gently cuddled her body into his. Her chest was pressed into his ribs and she draped an arm over his chest as he placed more kisses onto the crown of her head. It was an ironic juxtaposition; the absolute tenderness of his hands stroking her back lightly as compared to when they were ravishing her.
"Seven years of fantasizing couldn't have prepared me for how good that was," she sighed, still trying to catch her breath.
"For once, we're in absolute agreement," he laughed, pulling her on top of him for a hug. They had a lot of lost time to catch up on.
Holy shit, this is the longest thing I have ever written for the X-Files, including my one-shots. It is literally 10k+ words! I almost considered publishing it separately, but I decided to include it anyway. I hoped you liked it being it was a journey, lol. Per usual, I would really appreciate any and all reviews! Thank you so much for reading! -Nicole (Tumblr: gaycrouton)