Burst Pipes

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. You know who does.

A/N - So, hello everyone. I've been a writer on FFN for several years. This is my first X-Files fic though. I've been a huge fan since the first episode. Anyways, hope you enjoy this. Rated M for mature content. This takes place somewhere between seasons 5 and 6. For me, that's when their sexual frustration was at its peak.

Summary: The pipes burst in Mulder's apartment. Guess who's getting an unexpected houseguest? Sexiness ensues.

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Chapter 1

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, oh GOD!"

On this Friday night, Mulder sat in his apartment, watching his usual brand of entertainment. The redhead on the screen reminded him so much of Scully. His dick started swelling, imaging his sexy partner doing to him what the woman on the screen was doing.

"Mmmmmmmm, your dick is soooooo big!"

Mulder unconsciously started rubbing himself through his jeans. He closed his eyes and pretended the voice he was hearing was Scully. He pictured her wrapping her lips around his dick. In response, his dick twitched in his jeans.

"You taste so good. So salty…."

Mulder groaned, opening the tab on his jeans and pulling down the zipper. He released his aching erection, sighing once it wasn't restricted in his jeans anymore. The head was already weeping, and Mulder gripped his dick firmly, hissing in a breath as he started to stroke up and down.

"Fuck, I want your hard dick inside me."

Mulder panted, his strokes stronger as he pictured his partner climbing onto his lap, bare naked. Her perky breasts and pert nipples bouncing as she positions herself, before sinking onto his erection.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

Mulder groaned as he felt his dick swell even more, signaling his imminent release. He stroked faster, imagining Scully riding him to completion.

"Scully!" Mulder shouted as his dick spurted, leaving him shaking in the aftershock.

Spent and feeling sated, Mulder thought about what had just happened. This wasn't the first time he had jacked off to thoughts of his extremely hot partner.

Truth was, he had been in love with Scully for years, but it was only recently he had begun to think she may feel the same as him. It was subtle, a look here, a lingering touch there.

Hell, most people already assumed they were a couple anyways. Lately, it seemed like all the cases they went on, someone mistakenly identified them as such. Not that he minded, but he knew Scully bristled at the insinuations.

He knew there was a pool going at the F.B.I. about whether or not he and Scully were a couple or at the very least, sleeping together. The rumors and whispers had followed them since they were first paired together. Back then, there were no romantic feelings involved between them. Strong trust and friendship, always. Then, Scully was abducted. His whole world tipped on its axes, and the month that followed was pure hell.

Suddenly, he was confronted with the very real possibility that she would be gone from him forever. And that's when he realized how he felt about her.

Somehow, without his even realizing it, he had fallen in love with his partner. The woman he trusted and respected before all others. The other half of his soul. The woman he would gladly die for, would kill for.

Dana Katherine Scully.

Mulder was drawn out of his musings by a pssst sound in his kitchen. Putting himself back in order, he approached his sink. A strange groaning, gurgling sound could be heard. Opening the cabinet underneath, he got a face full of water.

"Argh! What the hell?!" he exclaimed. He slapped at the water that was currently trying to drown him. "Shit!"

Reaching in, he turned off the water. He was now sitting in a huge puddle of water, sopping wet. "Damn it!"

Seconds later, he heard another groaning sound, followed by another pssst, this time coming from his bathroom. He raced in, only to get soaked again by another barrage of icy water. "FUCK!"

Suddenly, his shower groaned and he swung toward the sound, putting his hands up just as another onslaught of water assaulted him.

Throwing up his arms, he ran for his phone, his feet squishing in the water that was currently accumulating in his apartment. He dialed his landlord.

"Yeah, this is Fox Mulder in apartment 42. My whole apartment is flooding right now. Yes, my sink, my shower. Anything that allows water to come out. I need you to shut off the main water line. Yes, it's turning into a swamp in here. Turn off the water!"

He slammed the phone down. 10 minutes passed before he noticed that all the water had finally stopped spraying. He heard a pounding on his front door. Opening it, he found his landlord on the other side.

"Mr. Mulder, I'm so sorry about this. Have you assessed the damages yet?"

"My whole apartment looks like it's ready for Noah's Ark. So, what do you think?" Mulder said, his patience waning.

"Have you got someplace else to go? It's gonna take some time to clean up all the water and check for other damage."

Mulder ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I do."

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