Dark Desires for Pain

I don't own The X Files or its characters. The X Files is the property of Chris Carter, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter 21 by AnarchyX-Phile

"Uh...Agent." She said as her hands flew to her waist, her fingers gripping the edge of her robe and clutching it tighter across her hips. She stepped slightly to the side so that the majority of her body was hidden behind the half-opened door, leaving only her head and shoulders in the man's sight.

"I wanted to check on you. I brought you some coffee-I wasn't sure how you took it, though." He said as he held out a cup for her to take.

"Creamer and two packs of sugar, unless she's dieting and then it's just a glass of orange juice and half a bagel. Morning, Pendrell." Mulder smiled as he held up his coffee cup in a mock toast as he walked up behind Scully. "Keep the coffee, we already made some." He added as he quickly glanced at the cup that he was still trying to hand her.

"Agent Mulder, I didn't expect to see you here." Pendrell admitted as he lowered his hand, the coffee nearly spilling out of the cup unnoticed. The surprise was evident in his tone, as was his disappointment.

"I can say the same thing about you. I was under the impression that AD Skinner requested that we be left alone, as far as the investigation goes." Mulder glanced over at Scully and saw her nervously biting the corner of her lip and he felt his cock twitch in response as her tongue flicked across her bottom lip. He took a step closer to her in order to conceal his lower body from Pendrell and he saw annoyance flicker in the man's eyes.

"Yes, well, I was concerned about your injuries. You were obviously in shock when they pulled you out of the building and I came to offer my help...to you." He said as he looked pointedly at Scully, making it abundantly clear that his concern did not extend to Mulder's injuries as well.

Mulder couldn't help but smirk, even after he got a sideways glance from Scully-brow raised and all. Shock, indeed. She had thrown him into shock as well when she french kissed him in front of their entire professional world. "Yes well, I appreciate the offer but I think I can manage." She said, trying to be polite; she didn't dislike Pendrell-and he was obviously here because he had worried about her-but she wished like hell he would turn around and leave. It was awkwardly and painfully obvious that she and Mulder had just woke up, and she was sure they still smelled of sex. Mulder was nearly naked, dressed only in his boxers, and she knew her robe concealed very little. Of course, her state of attire could be the reason the man stayed rooted to her doorstep.

"Pendrell. What are you doing here?" Boomed another voice from the hallway and Scully's stomach plummeted the rest of the way to the floor as her head fell forward, her forehead hitting the door with a soft thud. Could this morning possibly get anymore awkward?

"Director Skinner... I uh..." Pendrell started but was thankful he didn't have to finish as a woman pushed into the scene and stepped in front of both men.

"Mom?" Scully groaned as she cracked her eyes opened and looked at the crowd gathering on her doorstep.

"I was worried, you didn't answer my calls and I even tried calling Fox and he didn't..." Mrs. Scully started explained before her eyes landed on Mulder; her face somehow both softened and grew more worried when she saw the two of them standing there. "Fox," she said, her voice giving away the relief of seeing him and no longer having to worry about him. "Oh my God, that looks terrible." She said as she looked down at the long jagged cut and black stitches marring his chest.

He was immediately embarrassed of being shirtless so he crossed his arms over his chest and gave Mrs. Scully a shy smile. "It only looks bad because Dana couldn't stitch me up. She said she was busy getting her arm casted, but I think she just didn't want to do it." He joked lightly.

He made a move to take one of the grocery bags out of her arms but she gave him an immensely displeasing look paired with an eyebrow arch he prayed he'd never have to suffer through again; as rough as he thought Scully's raised brows were, they were mere sparks in comparison to Margaret Scully's. She carried her two grocery bags into the kitchen, her wondering eyes not missing the fact that Mulder's mostly naked body was pressed quite intimately against her daughter, who didn't seem to be minding. A slight smile lifted the corners of her lips as she began moving around the kitchen.

Scully turned her attention back to the men surrounding her. "Sir, would you like to come in?" She asked, finally forcing her eyes upwards to look into Skinner's eyes. The chance of hiding her and Mulder's relationship from the Bureau was impossible at this point; Skinner had now walked in on them making out in Mulder's kitchen, had physically pulled them apart last night while they were kissing, and was now seeing them only moments after they'd finally had sex. She might as well post an announcement in the next monthly Bureau newsletter and send signed copies to all the department heads.

Skinner looked uncertain and completely uncomfortable with the situation but took a small step forward. "Just for a few minutes. I'm afraid Agent Pendrell is expected back in the lab." He said, giving the man a harsh look over his glasses; Pendrell nodded and backed away, giving one last quick look at Scully before he turned and headed down the hallway. Skinner stepped into the apartment and awkwardly shuffled into the living room, standing next to the window overlooking the street.

"I'll just go throw some more clothes on." Mulder said, not meeting anyone's eyes as he started for the bedroom. He vaguely heard Scully saying she'd go get dressed too and before he knew it, they were both standing in her room with their backs pressed against the closed door. He couldn't help the bubble of laughter working up his chest. "Jesus Christ-this morning has been quite eventful." He chuckled as he turned his head and looked over at her.

Her head was tilted back slightly, the back of her head resting on the door, and her neck was being revealed so perfectly to him. He could see a very light pink mark below her jaw and he knew it was from his earlier kisses. It wasn't noticeable...yet. He turned his body to step in front of her and pressed his weight against her, trapping her between the door and his chest. "Do you think they could tell?" He asked as he lowered his head and pressed his lips lightly against the side of her neck, his arms wound around her waist and pulled at the thin robe.

Her head dropped back further and she let it fall to the side so he could kiss more of her scorching skin. "Tell what?" She asked breathlessly.

"Do you think they could tell that I was fucking you in here less than 10 minutes ago?" He whispered into her ear before he began biting and sucking at her earlobe.

She hissed and brought her hands up to his bare shoulders, the tips of her fingers pressing hard into his skin as they moved against him, the rough texture of her cast burned his skin. "Yesss" she sighed as she wrapped one of her legs around his thigh, her hands dipping between them to run along his ribs.

"Yeah?" He chucked as his dipped the tip of his tongue into her ear; she jerked sideways in surprise but returned with a frenzy that surprised him. She began ripping her robe off, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it upwards. "We're suppose to be getting dressed." He said, smoothing his hands across her stomach and marveling at how soft her skin was. He dropped slowly to his knees and was about to kiss her stomach but stopped when he felt her fingers digging into his hair.

"Later--they're waiting on us." She said as she reluctantly pulled out of his arms and started for her closet.

"Do I have any pants here?" He asked as he picked up the shirt she had taken off and slid it over his head. It was a bit tighter than he was use to and he could see his nipples pressing harshly against the thin fabric. Maybe Scully liked that sort of thing, even if it made it slightly uncomfortable while he was under Mrs. Scully's gaze.

She blushed at his question and immediately worried that Skinner could have overheard. Up until this morning, it would have been a mostly innocent question. Somehow their clothes always got scattered between suitcases while on cases and she usually did have a pile of his clothes folded in the floor of her closet. Unfortunately, not this time. She pulled open her closet door and pushed some clothes to the side until she pulled out a pair of sweatpants and held them out to him.

He took the pants from her and unfolded them, his brow crinkling as he stared at them. "What's the matter?" She asked as she slid into a pair of loose pants and slowly pulled on an oversized shirt.

"Where'd these come from?" He asked, his tone holding a mostly casual tone but there was an almost indistinguishable edge to his voice that didn't escape her notice.

"Look at the back." She said, her brow raised at the hidden level of jealousy in his question.

He turned the pants over in his hands and looked at the back of them, a smile lifting his lips as he read the words printed across the back of the left leg "UMD." Ah, college wear; the material must have stretched out after the years of being laundered. "Just wondering." He said offhandedly as he tried to shrug it off; he glanced up and saw a smile flicker across her lips as she looked away from him and started messing with her hair in front of a mirror above her dresser. He slid the pants on and walked up behind her, grabbing her hips and bringing her body against his. "I love being able to touch you." He said softly as he kissed the back of her head, their eyes staying connected in the mirror.

"I love you touching me." She whispered and turned around, rocking up onto her tiptoes so she could press a quick kiss against his bottom lip. "And after we get them out of here and we take a round of pain meds, I plan on showing you just how much I love touching you."

"Ahhh, baby..." he sighed heavily as his fingers lightly danced along her hips. He tucked his head in and kissed her ear again, "I love calling you baby too...and honey...and lover..."

She mewed softly in her throat and try to draw up some walls around herself, but it was impossible with his lips on her skin. "Foxxx." She whispered as her eyes begged his to return to her gaze in the mirror. Finally, he looked up and nodded his head, knowing they were out of time.

"One day, there'll be nothing in our way; it'll be just me and you."

"Soon." She agreed with a sexy smile as followed him out the door and into the living room.

They walked in just as Mrs. Scully was handing Skinner a glass of water, "Dana, Mr. Skinner was just telling me about your accident yesterday. I had no idea it was so serious. You should have called me." She said, the disappointment so thick in her tone.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Scully-I take the blame for that. I held us up at the hospital last night and neither one of us was in decent shape when we finally got in last night." Mulder said quickly as he eased down onto the couch and laid a small pillow over his lap. He ran his hand through his hair and gave her an apologetic grin he knew she couldn't resist-her daughter had a weakness for the same smile.

Margaret tisked softly and shook her head; she never could stay mad at Fox. She was on the verge of offering to stay with Dana for the next few days but then she caught sight of the fire burning in her daughter's eyes. What she needed more than a mother's care was a lover's touch, and that was one area in her life that Margaret wouldn't be getting the least bit involved with. If her daughter wanted to play house with Mulder-she certainly wasn't going to object.

"You both have an follow-up appointment on Friday, so you're officially on medical leave until our Bureau physician clears you." Skinner said, giving Scully a stern look and making it clear that as a medical doctor, neither her professional or personal opinion would change anything on this matter. "Absolutely no working-neither on this case or any X Files." This last remark was directed at Mulder, who also got a stern look; Mulder's eyes dropped to the floor and he gave a slight nod, as though he were a child being scolded, Scully however got a defiant glare in her eyes as she looked up at Skinner and opened her mouth to object.

"That sounds perfectly reasonable. They could use the time off." Margaret said as she gave her daughter a pointed stare.

Skinner carried his untouched glass of water back into the dining room and sat it down on the table. "I have to be getting back to the office." He said, and then fished in his breast pocket for a moment and pulled out an envelope. "Uh, Kimberly asked me to deliver this you." He said, dropping the Get Well card on the entry table before he grabbed his coat and opened the door. He stopped for a moment and was on the verge of apologizing to them for getting them into this mess, but with Mrs. Scully in the room, he decided against it; it was part of the job, after all-he knew they both understood that.

As soon as the front door closed, Mrs. Scully walked back into the kitchen, saying something about getting some meals prepped so they wouldn't have to worry about cooking meals for a few days. Scully half-heartedly offered to help but the offer was immediately refused.

"You look tired, sweetheart. Why don't you go lay down?" Maggie asked as she finally got a moment to look at her daughter. Her casted arm was hanging wearily at her side, her face flush-though much less now than when she first arrived. Her upper arm was bruised but the over-sized shirt hid everything else from view.

Scully shuffled on her feet, the movement causing her thighs to twitch and her inner muscles to twinge; her hand dropped to her lower stomach, her eyes moving to land, shyly on Mulder's face. Maggie couldn't see because his back was to her, but his face held the most satisfied and goofy grin ever to grace the face of a man. "I can help you-if you're in some pain," he offered, his grin growing larger as he watched a blush creep back into her cheeks.

"You've done enough, I think." She said under her breath as she gave him a stern look. She slowly walked into the kitchen. "I'll stay up until you leave, I'm not really that tired." She gathered some cups off the dining room table, stacking them into the bend of her good arm before carrying them over to the dishwasher.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Maggie snapped, "when's the last time you took your medicine?" She asked, shooing her out of the kitchen and into a dining room chair.

"Last night, Maggie. Don't let you tell you differently." Mulder tattled, not even bothering to turn around and face them...mostly because his chest was throbbing and the mere thought of twisting around made him nauseous.

"I suppose that means that you haven't taken yours since last night too?" Maggie asked, her motherly tone coming out even stronger than when she was talking to Scully.

Mulder smiled, enjoying the attention so much that he didn't mind being scolded. His own mother probably didn't even know he'd gotten hurt; she would never have even called, much less come to check on him. And as for the way Teena Mulder felt about Scully-well, she certainly wouldn't have worried about the last time she took her pain meds.

Yes. Margaret Scully. Well, she was the second best thing to ever happen to him. He sighed loudly and turned only his neck until he could see the outline of her body as she stood with her hands on her hips. "I think we all agree, then-I need a woman in my life, Mrs. Scully."

"Heaven help her," Maggie chuckled as she looked at Dana with a knowing smile on her lips.

"Well," Scully said tensely as she stood up and tucked her hair behind her ear, "I'll take my medicine just to end this conversation." She mumbled before she disappeared into the bedroom.

"It's just you and me now, Mrs. Scully. What will they say?" Mulder asked, his eyebrows wagging playfully.

"Call me Maggie, Fox."

"Not Fox-Mulder." Scully corrected as returned to the living room with their medication in hand. Mulder looked at her and gave her another smile. He seemed to be doing that a lot more lately.

She sat down next to him and divvied out the pills; she was acutely aware of the fact that he was focused completely on her face, watching her features grow serious as she read the back of his medicine bottle. He reached out and ran his finger across her cheek, "has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Dr. Scully?" His voice was low and dark, sending a dart of arousal straight down her spine. His fingers took hold of her chin and he pulled her closer into his side. "I'll bet you feel nice too." He whispered against her mouth, smiling as her lips parted and she released a slow, hot breath against his lips.

"You certainly weren't complaining 30 minutes ago," she chuckled as her hands began clutching the bottom hem of his shirt, dipping her fingertips under the fabric and running her nails up his side.

"Nooo," he sighed with a smile, "I most certainly wasn't." He fought back a moan as her sharp little nails moved against his skin. "Scully," he whimpered, the consonants completely slurred and beautiful.

"I love the way you say my name."

"Scully."

She smiled and lifted her gaze from his mouth to his eyes and her face softened immediantly. "I love you."

The color drained from his face and his grip on her chin tightened. "Dana." He leaned the rest of the way in and slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply as he took in a deep breathe through his nose.

She immediately wanted his shirt off. His hot skin should never have to be encased in something as restricting as clothes; his chest should always be bared to her wondering hands. Maybe it wouldn't be too odd if she took it off with her mother in the room. After all, most men slept bare chested, it wouldn't be weird that Mulder would do the same. Plus, his wound needed to breathe-yes, the shirt had to come off. She began tugging the fabric up but he stopped her with a hard pinch on her ass.

"I like the Scully girls, but maybe I shouldn't get so comfortable with all of them." He laughed as he ran a hand over her ass, soothing the pinch mark he'd left behind.

"Do you want to go to bed?" She asked before he had even finished his sentence.

His eyes rolled closed and he bit down on his bottom lip, making her gasp. Of course he wanted to take her to bed. So many nights, he'd sat on his couch wishing she'd ask him this same question. He'd thought of her countless times, but in his dreams, she'd never been injured and Mrs. Scully was most definitely never within a 50 mile radius.

"You go-I'll stay out here. We'll hobble out and get a movie when we wake up." Scully frowned but he leaned forward and kissed her quickly, fully aware that Maggie had grown suspiciously quiet in the kitchen. "Go sleep-have a wild dream about me."

That earned him a dramatic eyeroll as she stood up, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. She didn't want to leave him just yet-now that they had shared a bed, she never wanted to fall asleep without being wrapped in his arms.

"Uh, mom. Are you sure you don't want to head out now?"

"Dana. Go lay down. I'll be gone in an hour."

Ordinarily, Scully would have argued but she could tell she was becoming sluggish from the medication. She nodded her head continuously as she stumbled into her room, collapsing onto her messy bed and immediately smelling his scent. "Fox-not Mulder." She mumbled with a grin.

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