On an unassuming day in Mount Pleasant, Utah, sixty people were arrested for public indecency after partaking in an orgy in the middle of the Towne Center shopping mall. The police had a difficult time arriving to the scene, because the roads were backed up with cars stalled in the middle of the road while the passengers, who had just left the mall, engaged in sexual intercourse. Upon arrival, the police officers started making arrests, only to end up joining in the activities.
As a result, the Sheriff had to put all the officers on a temporary leave of absence to investigate what happened, as many individuals partaking in the orgy were arguing against the arrest being the police officers had also participated. According to the Sheriff, who was forced to single-handedly conduct all the interviews, everyone stated they were just walking in the mall before suddenly they felt an overwhelming and all-consuming sense of sexual arousal.
The Sheriff sent the small pathology unit the city had to collect evidence at the scene, which they did, right before partaking in an orgy of their own in the Towne Center. Due to embarrassment and shame, all members of the lab resigned, but not before handing over what they'd collected at the crime scene.
The evidence in question included some UV photos of the crime scene that would make a brothel owner cringe, semen samples that had been taken from various surfaces, and a single, pink, tropical-looking flower that the lab geeks found in the middle of the mall and insisted needed to be in an air-tight container.
Out of all that, Mulder was focused on the flower.
"How else would you explain it, Scully?" he asked, gesturing to the glass case holding the flower.
"How would I explain it other than 'a flower made them do it?'" she replied sardonically. "I would look at the water supply for drugs. Sildenafil, Flibanserin, Rohypnol-"
"Already checked that," the Sheriff yawned from a few desks over. They had the whole police station to themselves since the rest of the department was suspended, and after checking out the scene, they were still at a loss.
"And it was clean?" she prompted.
The Sheriff yawned again and replied, "Squeaky. The only thing out of the ordinary was that little flower the manager of the shopping center insists wasn't there the day before."
"Are you sure there's no surveillance footage?" Mulder asked again, tapping his finger against the glass as if he thought the plant would react.
"I'm 'fraid not," the Sheriff replied, wiping his eyes.
The man had been essentially working as a one-man team the entire case before they got there, and it was clearly starting to catch up with him.
"Sheriff Mann, why don't you go home and get a good night's rest? Agent Mulder and I are just going to look into the interviews you've conducted some more, and you've been on your feet for days," Scully offered sympathetically. She felt bad for the man, but she also preferred theorizing with Mulder in private.
Sheriff Mann looked like he was about to refuse before he nodded and dug for his keys. "I think I'll have to take you up on that, Agent Scully. I'll lock the door, but you guys can stay as long as you need to. Please know you can call me if you have any questions."
"Will do. Thank you," Mulder replied, taking a seat at the desk with the flower on it.
Scully settled in the desk opposite of his while the Sheriff locked the door. Once they were alone, Scully turned to Mulder and continued their conversation. "Alright, so it wasn't the water, but that doesn't rule out the possibility that this event was pre-arranged."
"Pre-arranged?" Mulder guffawed. "You think this was an organized, public orgy?"
There was a smile playing on his lips as he asked, and it made her cheeks feel warm. This entire case had been sexually loaded, and it was equal parts awkward and titillating having to discuss it with Mulder. "Well," she started, brushing a tendril of hair behind her ear. "Voyeurism and exhibitionism often go hand in hand. In a town this small, maybe they figured if they all committed, it would be too hard to arrest everyone."
Mulder's smile only grew as he teased, "So not only do the citizens of this Utah-town share the same kink, but all of these supposed members of the Church of Latter-Day Skanks also are willing to be public about it? That's an awfully supportive community, Scully."
"It's odd, but it's more plausible than saying this single plant has a strong enough aphrodisiac effect to impact around a hundred people," she explained.
"If we are to go with your theory, then how would that explain the people who said they fled the scene to avoid it, only to start having intercourse in their cars? Or the fact most of these people said they would never partake in this behavior, citing their dislike towards some of the people they'd just had sex with?" he asked.
"I mean, who hasn't had some regrets after sex?" Mulder's eyebrow quirked in response and she felt another surge of warmth in her cheeks.
Before he had a chance to comment, she added, "As for the people in the cars, maybe they were going to participate, decided not to, but were still aroused."
"That doesn't explain why the entire crime lab was so embarrassed they all quit. Or why some of the people at the scene said they didn't want to participate anymore after they attained partnered-orgasm," he countered.
Scully sighed and wiped her hands with her face, looking at her reflection in the glass of the flower. "I don't know, Mulder. Nothing about this makes sense."
"Are you ready to fully hear my theory?" he asked, continuing upon her shrug. "One of the lab geeks said they didn't feel anything when they were in the shopping center until they were in the flower's vicinity. I think the flower is producing spores into the air that, once inhaled, cause sexual arousal. I also think it is potentially contagious."
"I may not be as well versed as you, Mulder, but I've still seen enough Star Trek to recognize you're plagiarizing right now."
Mulder gasped and clutched at his chest in mock offense. "The flower in Star Trek didn't cause sexual arousal, just lowered inhibitions," he paused for a moment as he mused, adding a less-confident, "I think."
Scully sighed and shook her head, sitting up in her chair while she straightened out the case notes on the desk. "If it appeases you, we can send in the flower to get analyzed with the semen samples tomorrow. For right now, I think we need to focus on if there are any patterns regarding how the afflicted people felt."
"I've been thinking about that. I think there are five phases," he said, shrugging off his suit jacket and rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms.
Her gaze focused on how his muscles flexed under his skin, recalling just how his arms felt wrapped around her at the baseball diamond two weeks ago — how she'd thought about it every day since and said nothing. "Phases?" she asked, clearing her throat.
Mulder nodded, pushing her briefcase to the side of the workspace so he could recline and cross his feet over the desk. "Yeah, I don't think everyone goes through all five, because I think it depends on how willing they are to succumbing or not."
"I'd love to hear this," she mused, leaning back in her seat and crossing one pantyhose-clad knee over the other.
"I think the first was confusion, mostly stemming from unassuming individuals trying to process what exactly they were feeling. Second was recognition, becoming aware that they were aroused. Third was action, doing something about their state of arousal. The initial three were not all that uncommon, the natural causal relationship between tension and release when it came to arousal," he explained, clasping his hands over his stomach and twiddling his thumbs.
"Which would be why some townsfolk probably didn't even read much into it. The people who came forward and said they'd gone to the mall, made it home, and had sex with their partner said it felt unusual because they had no reason to feel aroused in the first place," she supplemented, playing along with his theory even if she didn't agree.
"They also had the comfort of being with their partners," he added. "Many people at the shopping center expressed post-coital regret, shame, and anger because they had sex with someone they didn't know or like."
"And some said they would never engage in that behavior, or had been virgins prior to that event," she mused, a sympathetic frown tugging at her lips. While some afflicted found the situation to be fun or 'cool,' there were many who felt violated afterward.
Mulder was thinking the same thing as her as his frown mirrored hers. "That's where I think phases four and five come in. The first three are relatively self-contained, but when people are unwilling to act, that's where I think the plant starts to overtake the body's autonomy. I think step three often blended into step four: blind euphoria. People cited they were so overwhelmingly aroused that they felt like they were taking a cognizant back seat to their arousal. Masturbation was common here, though it seemed that alone wasn't enough to satisfy the afflicted. The plant appears to desire propagation."
"So, at the risk of extending this grotesque metaphor, the men were driven by a need to 'plant the seed' and the women by a need 'to be fertilized'?" she asked. This was the first time the topic of pregnancy had been brought up between the two of them and even though it wasn't about them, Scully felt her nerves flare up like a bout of emotional muscle memory. It had only been a week since she came to the decision to ask Mulder to help her with IVF, but she still hadn't found the nerve to ask. Now even talking about this with him made her mind spiral with the thought of how to ask him. Hey Mulder, will you impregnate me? Can I have your sperm?"
"Exactly," he nodded, bringing her attention back to him. Her eyes roamed his body appreciatively and she had to repress a smile. It was just her luck that the person she trusted above all else just so happened to also be physically and mentally fantastic.
"I think that is what leads to phase five, desperation. People cited they would go to any lengths to relieve the tension. Some people said even while they were engaging in the behavior, they knew they didn't want to, but nothing mattered above getting off," he continued.
"Like the police officers and lab staff. Others didn't want to either, but they knew that was going to cost them their jobs or their reputations."
Mulder nodded. "Aside from finding out what this is, I want to find out who put it there. We're just lucky it was on a school day, I don't want to even entertain just how bad this could have been. Especially considering how potent this is."
"Regardless of the cause, I agree with you. This could have turned out a lot worse, and I think it's important to figure it out before a repeat happens," she sighed.
She reached for her briefcase and pulled it towards her, wanting to find the list of the town's convicted felons to see where they could start. As she did this, the strap of her bag got caught on the side of the air-tight, glass box containing the flower. They both watched in slow motion as the box toppled over the side of the desk and shattered on the floor, causing a fragrant odor to waft around them.
As soon as the flower was exposed to the air, Mulder pushed his chair back and reached into his jacket pocket. Scully was still frazzled from the glass shattering while she tried to figure out what he was doing. She watched as he stood up and walked over to a support beam in the room, finding what he was looking for in his suit jacket before carelessly throwing it to the ground and pressing his back against the beam.
"Mulder?" she started, her confusion growing when she heard the snicking sound of his handcuffs closing. "What are you doing?"
"Protecting you," he replied as if that was an explanation before dropping the keys and kicking them away from him. The sound of the metal scraping against the linoleum floor felt deafening while she tried to process what the hell was happening.
"From what?" she asked, standing up and navigating herself past the glass to get closer to him. All she got in response was the sight of him swallowing and casting his eyes to the floor.
Her brows furrowed before she turned to look at the limp flower laying on the ground. Mulder thought they were going to be affected by the flower and his first instinct is to handcuff himself to a pole?
"You're being ridiculous, Mulder," she exclaimed. They had both just been less than a foot away from the exposed plant, and all either of them seemed to feel right now was concern — a far cry from what he was worried about.
"You read the reports, Scully!" he exclaimed. "Even when they resisted, it didn't matter. They were so desperate to have sex that nothing would stop them."
"Exactly, you claim nothing would stop them. Who's to say, if this were true, that you wouldn't dislocate your arm or hurt yourself?" she replied, still in disbelief that he actually handcuffed himself.
"I would rather die than force myself on you," Mulder stated severely. They locked eyes and she could see the anguish and anxiety swirling in his gaze, the mere idea he may be influenced to hurt her putting him in the depths of despair. It made her chest constrict in affection for him that he always thought of her before anything else.
It made her feel dizzy at the implication he thought if his defenses were lowered that he would ravish her.
"Well, in terms of brute force, that didn't occur in any of the victim's testimonies. If they were drugged, which I suspect they were, then clearly there is an underlying problem of assault. However, at the time everyone was willing, and no one was physically forced," Scully explained, hoping he'd see the problem with his solution.
Of course, she wouldn't be that lucky. "It would kill me if we did anything and you couldn't look at me after. I don't want being with me to be a source of embarrassment for you, and I would never take advantage of you in a compromised state."
"Mulder, I appreciate that more than you know, but first off, you're being dramatic and you're not thinking this through," she explained, feeling flustered that they were even having this conversation.
"What do you mean?" he asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot as the metal of his handcuffs scraped against the metallic pole.
She felt her face flame up at having to say it out loud, and her gaze went to her hands which were nervously clasped in front of her. "Don't you think I would hate it if I forced myself on you?" she asked vulnerably.
Scully glanced up and saw Mulder looking at her with an expression of tender affection and disbelief. "Scully, you could never-"
Not knowing if she was ready to hear what he was about to say, she interrupted him. "I mean. I don't believe this flower does what you say it will. But if it did, then I would be affected too. I can't chain myself up because we would be trapped in a compromising position and get caught tomorrow by Sheriff Mann, so you've effectively created a situation where I'd be the one taking advantage of you while you're in a compromised state and tied up."
"I think I've had dreams like that before," he joked.
"Mulder," she exhaled. There was a moment of silence as she tried to think of something else. "Do you want me to lea-"
"No!" he nearly-shouted in response. Upon her surprised gaze, he added, "I think it's contagious. That means if you left and started feeling weird you might, um-"
"Throw myself at a strange person on the street?" she deadpanned.
Mulder nodded in reply. "In your state of extreme arousal, you may end up with a weirdo who takes more than you actually want to give."
She rolled her eyes at the absurdity of the situation. "I think it's noble of you to be so concerned, but I think this is much ado about nothing. Your arms are going to start to get sore, Mulder."
He let out a sigh and took a moment to collect his thoughts. When he had, he looked her in the eye and with a calming, pleading voice explained, "Well, you don't believe it in the first place, so what's the harm? Just leave me here right now, and in an hour or two if nothing has happened, you can uncuff me and make fun of me for being irrational."
Mulder looked so desperate, so worried that she couldn't find it in her heart to refuse him. "Fine, but can I at least get you a chair?"
With a relieved smile, he nodded. "Okay."
She walked over to the chair he'd just abandoned and picked it up, walking over to Mulder and setting it next to his legs so he could maneuver into it. As she straightened up, she caught a whiff of Mulder's fading cologne and a faint hint of his sweat. It smelled like stakeouts and close conversations with him and it was as comforting as it was intoxicating.
Mulder moved to sit down, and she saw his Adam's apple bob against his throat as he swallowed. "Thanks," he murmured.
"Yeah," she replied before retreating back to the desks a few feet away.
After taking a moment to sweep up the broken glass, indulgently heeding Mulder's warning to avoid touching the flower, she tried to think of what else they were supposed to do now. "Alright, so if we're going to treat this as real, then let's try to catalog the symptoms of exposure to the flower," Scully stated, pulling the chair from her temporary desk closer to him.
He chuffed a laugh and she turned to him with a look of annoyed curiosity, intrigued about what the man who'd just handcuffed himself to a pole found ridiculous about her plan. "What?"
Mulder shrugged. "I just think it's funny that in the face of blinding sexual arousal, you're wanting to conduct a scientific experiment."
Little did he know that was her day-to-day experience working with him in the basement.
"Well, you have a hypothesis, and if you really want me to believe it then I want to test it," she explained. She looked over at the clock and saw it was 8:52pm and took note of the time on a legal pad along with 'first phase'. "So what was the first phase you said? Confusion?"
"Yeah, it seemed like the people at the shopping center were confused because they couldn't determine why they felt 'sick' or 'hot' et cetera, et cetera until they reached phase two and realized it was arousal," he replied.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I don't feel aroused right now. I feel stressed out," she replied, crossing her legs.
She noticed Mulder's gaze trailing the movement, and she was tempted to do it again just to watch him. "I uh, I feel fine too," he replied with a shrug.
Not really knowing what to say, she looked at her hands clasped in her lap and started pressing down her cuticles. Things had been weird between her and Mulder within the past few months between Diana's presence, working under Kersh, and the lingering memory of their lips almost touching in his hallway last summer. They were still close as always, but the lingering ghost of his ill-fated kiss influenced every word that came out of her mouth since.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, drawing her attention back to him. He looked chagrined, almost embarrassed in his seat and she realized he must've taken her silence as discomfort.
"For what?" she asked.
"Now that my blind panic is subsiding, I realize how this probably makes me look," he admitted, raising his hands behind his back lightly to emphasize his handcuffs. "I um," he continued, glancing at his knees awkwardly. "The last thing I would ever want to do is make you uncomfortable or feel unsafe around me."
Scully exhaled a laugh and shook her head. This was the most empathetic, sensitive, and caring man she'd ever known. She'd seen him shoot daggers at men who so much as looked at her the wrong way. If there was one thing she was certain of, despite how it would annoy her, it was that everything Mulder ever did was done in what he thought was her best interest. "Mulder, I don't feel uncomfortable around you, and you always make me feel safe."
He looked bashful like he considered himself undeserving of the compliment, and it made her sad to think he didn't believe her. "I mean it, Mulder. I trust you above all else. If any other man thought that flower caused reckless sexual abandon, they would have taken the flower out of the glass container and asked me to smell it. The first thing you did was attempt to protect me in your own way," she explained, before deciding to tease him. "Unless the thought of touching me is that repulsive to you."
He barked a laugh in response and shook his head. "That couldn't be further from the truth," he murmured, looking at her from beneath his lashes.
A flush of warmth spread across her chest and she watched as Mulder crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. He chuckled again and stated, "I guess I'm really not doing a good job at trying not to make you uncomfortable."
"I'm not uncomfortable," she replied instantaneously. It was true, she wasn't uncomfortable per se, but she was tense. This was territory they avoided at all cost with expert precision. It was pretty hard to navigate their sexual attraction when Mulder just handcuffed himself to a pole to avoid fucking her brains out.
A surge of liquid pooled out from her and onto her underwear causing her to shift in her seat in surprise. She hadn't even realized she was getting this worked up from their conversation until recognizing the dull, insistent throb that had taken residence in her lower abdomen.
"I-um," she began, wanting to fill the silence in an attempt to distract herself. "I'm actually flattered."
"Flattered?" he repeated, focusing on her with an intense curiosity usually reserved for new case files.
"I don't get complimented much," she admitted, not feeling as embarrassed as she would have imagined with those words leaving her mouth. "I've heard the office gossip enough to know I come across as cold and harsh. The circumstances may be unusual, but knowing you even see me in that light is flattering. I think any woman likes feeling desired."
Mulder looked at her with an incredulous expression. "Scully, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Her mouth dropped open, but she didn't know what to say. Memories of years spent living in Melissa's shadow rushed back to her with uncomfortable clarity: being the flat-chested sister, the nerdy dork, too short, no curves. She knew she'd grown out of some of those features, but she was never able to fully shake off her lingering insecurities regarding not being good enough.
"Do you seriously not know?" he prompted again.
Feeling shy under the attention she shrugged and lamely replied, "I-I think I'm pretty."
Mulder rolled his eyes like he usually did when she denied one of his theories. "Scully, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You're brilliant, funny, charming, sexy-"
"You think I'm sexy?" she asked, surprising herself.
"Distractingly so," he mused with so much fondness it caused a small smirk to erupt on her face.
Her butterflies shifted to concern when he started to cough and shift in his seat. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Can I be honest?"
"Always," she replied with a nod.
Mulder uncrossed his legs and revealed a massive erection that was tenting the front of his pants. A faint blush smattered across his cheeks and he rolled his hips to adjust himself, causing the head of his cock to define itself through the fabric of his pants. Then, just as thunder inevitably follows lightning, she felt the coil of arousal tighten deep inside her. "I'm really aroused right now."
She knew she should be doing something other than staring, but she was having a hard time remembering what and an even harder time focusing on anything other than the aroused Fox Mulder in front of her. "U-um, do you think it's from the flower or something else?" she asked, scrambling to find her pen to write down the time and 'phase two.'
"I don't know," he admitted. "It feels really intense though."
"Looks like it too," she murmured, swallowing thickly.
"Are you turned on?" he asked, his voice lower and raspier than she was accustomed to hearing.
Every hair on her body stood on end as a shiver wracked her body in response. Just hearing him say that caused her nipples to tighten and the moisture between her legs to grow. "I-uh, um," she stammered.
She turned over and saw him waiting, curiosity brimming from the hazel gaze that was quickly being eclipsed from his rapidly dilating pupils. Scully wanted to deny it, but fair was fair and if she wanted to treat this as a detached experiment, she needed to be honest.
"Yes," she whispered.
"I can tell," he murmured.
Scully turned to him and saw he was just getting done clenching his thighs together, his erection straining against his pants so fiercely that she knew he had to be in pain. His arousal was so obvious, so pressing, his confidence in knowing she was aroused too when it was an invisible pooling between her thighs made her curious. "How?"
"You've been squirming in your seat and your face is flushed," he replied appreciatively, his eyes roaming her face.
"Maybe I'm just hot," she countered, even though she damn well knew the truth.
"I thought we just got done establishing that you are," he teased with a smirk.
"We were having a very stimulating conversation, Mulder. Just because I'm having a physiological response-" she trailed off temporarily as she saw Mulder's cock twitch in his pants. "It-It doesn't mean that a flower is turning me on."
"But I am?" Mulder questioned, trapping her into a corner of either admitting he was right about the flower or that he was arousing her.
"Alright, yes, Mulder. I am aroused right now, and it is likely due to your very complimentary assessment of me."
"My honest assessment of you," he corrected.
Scully looked back at the legal pad and started scribbling. She wasn't writing anything, she just wanted to look busy to hopefully distract herself from the constant building pressure in her groin. "There've been times I thought you were aroused, but I talked myself out of it," Mulder added from across a few feet away.
"Talked yourself out of it?" she questioned, drawing loopy-loops on the paper.
"It's not that I don't think of you as a sexual woman, I just usually don't tread in such dangerous territory for too long in fear of this happening." To emphasize the word 'this' he thrust his crotch up as if she could have possibly forgotten the massive erection only two feet away from her. The pen slipped due to the sweat from her palm and she gave up, crossing her arms and looking at him. "But there have been times I've seen you, daydreaming at work or late in your motel rooms, where I swear you're turned on. I usually tell myself I'm just seeing what I want to see, but now, seeing you like this. I know I was right."
"I think about you," she admitted, the words burning her tongue yet she found herself loving the feeling.
Mulder's entire body bucked in response and he groaned. Her eyes locked onto his erection and she noticed a small damp spot on the front of his pants from where the precum was seeping through. "Fuck, Scully," he groaned, his hips rhythmically thrusting in his pants as if he was fucking the fabric.
The sight was too much for Scully to handle, and she started squirming in her seat. She reached down, just to press the heel of her palm against her pubic mound for just a second to relieve some tension, but as soon as her hand was pressed against herself she couldn't stop. She ground her palm against her mons and a little groan resonated from the back of her throat, her head lolling to her shoulder.
"Shit, Scully," Mulder gasped. She hadn't looked over at him, but she suspected from the sound of metal clanging against metal that he lurched in his chair at the sight of her brazenly touching herself.
"I'm sorry," she replied breathily, her voice coming out as a desperate whine. "I-I can't help it." She knew she should be embarrassed, but she just couldn't summon the modesty to care. All she knew was seeing him so absolutely aroused so close to her was making her go wild.
She didn't know what was coming over her. Six years of dancing around their attraction and in the span of five minutes they were writhing in their seats and feeling shameless about doing so.
Without removing her hand, she turned to look at him and saw he was like a caged animal desperate to escape. Mulder was looking at her with a dark, hooded expression as he breathed from his slackened jaw. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was grinding against his pants and the wet spot was continuing to grow.
"M-Mulder, I've never felt this turned on before," she whimpered, a high-pitched whine. She squirmed and she felt the dampness of her underwear rub against her folds, causing her to moan behind pursed lips.
"Me either," he rasped. There was sweat at his brow and his face had taken on a flushed hue. "I think the flower's potency-"
"Or maybe we've just waited too long, Mulder, and this is the result of years of sexual tension," she countered, too aroused for theorizing.
Mulder's eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he swallowed. "Years," he whispered. "I've wanted you for so long."
Scully eased herself up slightly just enough to rip the fabric of her skirt above her waist and hook her thumbs in the band of her nylons, dragging them down and off while discarding her shoes and keeping her skirt at her waist. She noticed she'd gotten so wet that even dragging her nylons down caused a wet streak of arousal to smear on her thighs. Mulder let out a guttural groan and he placed a leg on either side of the seat, reclining forward as much as the cuffs would let him so that he could wantonly grind against the seat. "So fucking beautiful," he growled.
She wanted to sit back in the chair and touch herself, but now that she was standing, the thought of walking over to Mulder was all-consuming.
"M-Mulder?" Scully stammered, her voice twinged with uncharacteristic desperation, her legs wobbling towards him like a newborn fawn discovering how to walk.
"Hm?" he grunted in reply, defaulting to caveman, animalistic grunts.
"Would it be so bad? I mean-if it would make us both feel better in the end?" she whispered, ending up so close to him that their knees were touching.
She could smell his sweat even more than before, and it was driving her wild. Mulder looked up and caught her eye, his breathing ragged, and he looked like he wanted to consume her. She felt his calf move around her and bump the back of her legs, causing her to fall against him. "O-only if you won't regret it," he panted, rubbing his face into her abdomen. She wondered if he could hear the butterflies fluttering around.
"Never," she affirmed.
She groaned at the physical contact as her entire body shuddered. Scully felt something damp and hot at her breast and she realized Mulder was placing open-mouthed kisses over top of her blouse. "M-Muhlder," she groaned, her eyes fluttering to the back of her head.
His cock brushed against her knees, and she was overtaken by the intense need to have it ramming against her cervix. She wanted to be filled by him, consumed by Mulder until they couldn't figure out where one of them ended and the other began.
Scully wasn't sure if she did it purposefully or if she merely collapsed, but she suddenly found herself straddling his lap and pressing her weight into his groin. "You smell so good, Scully," he moaned. The fact she knew he wasn't talking about her perfume drove her crazy.
"Ohmygod," she moaned, her hands clinging to his shoulders while her head fell back in ecstasy.
Mulder, not one to let an opportunity go to waste, claimed her neck with his mouth. He nipped, suckled, and licked any surface he could and it drove her wild. Wanting to return the favor, she began undulating her hips on top of his so that her underwear-clad lips were rubbing against his length. Her thighs burned with the effort as sitting on his lap caused her feet to dangle off the ground. She was entirely connected to Mulder and the mere thought made her walls slick with desire.
Scully found herself bouncing and she realized it was the impact of Mulder thrusting upwards. The head of his cock was beginning to brush against her clit as he ground his hips into her. She whimpered and it caused him to moan in response. "Yeah, that's it Scully. I wanna make you come," he growled, swiveling his hips while she tried to press all her weight into him.
"Keep going, please," she begged, shivering as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, peppering her skin with kisses.
Mulder started murmuring affectionate sentiments and appreciations to her while they dry humped like teenagers. "Always you. Yours. Beautiful. Love." She didn't understand what they all meant, but knowing they were all for her made her dizzy with lust. He felt like steel beneath her and she couldn't believe she was currently feeling Mulder's dick in between her legs — years of dreaming couldn't have prepared her for how exquisite it really felt.
Suddenly he bumped her chin with his head, causing her to look down and have her lips captured by his. It felt like completion. Like the resolution to the act left undone in his hallway, only this kiss wasn't done out of fear. This was him letting her know that despite whatever was happening to them in this moment, he was still here. Beneath the raging hormones and desperation, her Mulder was still here. She didn't know what exactly caused it, and in this moment she couldn't care less. As far as she was concerned, all the flower did was act as a placebo effect to push along the inevitable.
All that mattered was them. This wasn't strangers fucking in a mall, this was Mulder and Scully consummating what they've felt for so long.
That knowledge made her come.
Hard.
She saw blinding white lights as her orgasm overtook her body, making her all but vibrate in Mulder's lap. She felt wetness on her crotch, too much to be just hers, and she looked down and saw he was coming with her. "Oh my god, oh my god," he babbled, bending his knee upwards to keep her in place flush to him.
They both started to come down, panting heavily as they locked eyes. "Holy shit," she murmured.
"S-Scully, you're incredible," he mused, leaning forward and kissing her cheek lovingly.
She moaned and rocked her hips against his length and she was struck by how unusually hard he was post-orgasm. Looking down at him, he had an equally puzzled look on his face. They locked eyes and as if to test her, he rocked his hips upwards, grinding against her clit and causing her to moan. "Are you still aroused?" he rasped.
"Y-yeah, but women can have multiple orgasms in one session th-oh," she moaned, clenching her legs around his hips as he ground against her core again. "Though I usually don't, b-but your refractory period shouldn't be this um, non-existent."
He was so close to her that she felt intoxicated by him. Scully felt like she could feel his heart beating through their connected groins, and his breath coming out against her sternum made it hard to think. "Remember what I said about phase three?" he asked.
She wracked her brain, but all she could think about was how much she wanted his cock rammed inside her. "N-no," she admitted, shaking her head.
He exhaled a laugh and he looked so sexy she felt another bolt of arousal shoot through her, causing her to shiver in his lap. "The plant wants people to mate. It's not logical about if women are on birth control or if it's not possible, it just wants propagation which is why masturbation or dry humping isn't enough," he exclaimed through a grimace, writhing underneath her desperate for friction.
"What are you saying?" she said, too horny to focus on his theory.
Licking his lips while locking eyes with her, he rasped, "I-I think I need to come inside you."
Suddenly the world went black and it took her a moment to realize it was because she had her eyes clenched shut as another powerful orgasm overtook her. She felt herself bouncing and she knew Mulder was frantically trying to aid her in riding out her pleasure. Once the vibrations subsided, she blinked slowly and saw Mulder's awe-struck face come into her vision.
"Jesus Christ, Scully!"
A chagrined, goofy smile spread across her lips as her breath came out in ragged pants. "S-sorry, that um. That was really hot."
He licked his lips and looked like a man possessed. "Scully, c-can you go get the keys to the handcuffs? If I don't touch you I think I'll die."
She moaned in response before slowly sliding off his lap. Her attention was caught by the way his entire lap was covered in arousal. It was so prominent that she could see exactly where she had been on his lap. "Scully," he called out, getting her attention. "Keys."
Scully distantly remembered him kicking them under a desk, so she bent down on the floor and crawled on her hands and knees to reach them. Scully knew her ass was in the air facing him, because she could feel the cool air from the room against the soaking wet crotch of her underwear and thighs. That, plus she heard him growl, followed by a raspy declaration of, "God, I want to fuck you."
She felt his words as vividly as if he'd plunged into her and she felt her knees sway under her weight. Her head dipped in between her arms as she moaned, writhing slightly to alleviate the overwhelming, pulsating pressure in her groin. She needed him. Her core was aching to be filled and consumed by him so intensely that it felt like every part of her body was heavy in its need for him.
She reached forward and by the grace of god found the metal keys. Crawling the two feet back to him, she eased herself up on her knees and grabbed his wrists. "Mulder!" she admonished.
His wrists were rubbed raw, bruising and a little bit of blood visible from where he'd cut himself in his struggle to get to her. She pressed a kiss to the pulse point before shoving the key in the lock, wiggling and twisting it frantically until his wrists came undone.
The next thing she knew, her back was on the floor and Mulder was in between her legs. "Do you like this blouse?" he murmured.
"Take it off," she replied. It wasn't an answer, but it was the permission he needed. Mulder wiggled his fingers in between the holes of the buttons and ripped the blouse, sending the pearl beads scattering on the linoleum around her. He groaned, low in the back of his throat, and then he was suddenly at her waist, frantically unzipping her skirt and yanking it down her legs so fast her whole body lurched closer to him. It amazed her how small she was underneath him, yet he was somehow making her feel powerful and in complete control.
He'd been out of his cuffs for thirty seconds and she was already near naked. She figured that shouldn't come as a surprise being he made her come twice with them still on. "Y-you," she replied, tugging at his clothes.
She was almost unintelligible, but he understood all the same. While he was quickly disrobing, she removed her bra and underwear, not caring where in the room they ended up. "Oh fuck," he groaned before descending his mouth to her breasts, ravishing them with his tongue.
The linoleum against her bare back was freezing, and it was a sensual juxtaposition to the warmth radiating from Mulder above her. He was all around her, everywhere she wanted him to be with one exception. "Mull-her," she moaned, barely coherent.
"Hm?" he moaned, looking up and releasing her nipple with an audible suction.
"I need you inside me," she whined, spreading her legs and rolling her hips upwards so that the head of his cock brushed against her cleft.
He instinctively thrust his hips against her, his length rubbing against the crease of her labia and thigh. "Yo-you have to tell me if I hurt you," he pleaded. It was as if an animalistic, primal side of Mulder had taken over, and he was desperately using the last vestiges of coherence to ask her that.
She leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss, her tongue playfully lapping against his. Pulling back, she saw a bead of sweat roll down his temple while his eyes fluttered open. "You won't," she whispered, reaching between them and guiding the head of his erection into her.
They both gasped as rolling waves of pleasure crashed over them both. Mulder sank into her with a languid thrust and she wrapped her legs around his hips to keep him inside. She knew he was big, but he was so unbelievably hard and engorged that he felt incredible inside her. Scully wasn't sure if there was ever a time in her life where she felt so absolutely full. She was so stretched by him that she felt like every part of her body was screaming in ecstasy.
"So tight," he grimaced, his expression contorting into that of pure pleasure as his cock twitched inside her. Mulder was inside of her, pulsing and throbbing, and all she wanted was more.
"Move," she demanded, squirming underneath him for friction.
That was all Mulder needed to hear as he began snapping his hips against hers, the combined sound of their wetness making for a lewd accompaniment to their joining. She'd never felt so good in her entire life and it made her question why they'd wasted so many years trying to avoid crossing this boundary.
"M-mine," he growled, pumping into her with so much speed he made her breasts shake lewdly on her chest.
"Yours," she repeated, the words tumbling from her lips haplessly. His. That's all she wanted to be in this moment.
So suddenly, it surprised them both, Scully rolled them over so that Mulder was on his back and she started riding him with reckless abandon. Just like when he was on the chair, even though he was on the bottom, he was more than willing to help out. Grabbing her hips, he pumped himself upwards, stroking her g-spot with the head of his cock every time he plunged into her.
Leaning forward so that her breasts were on his chest and their faces were right next to each other, she leaned down and licked his lips playfully. Sheathing herself fully on him, she swiveled her hips, making him moan in pleasure while she replied with the same intonation he'd used, "Mine."
A content smile spread on his lips and he nodded, using the leverage of his feet on the floor to pound into her even harder. "Always," he stated firmly.
She knew his fingers were going to leave bruises on her hips and she wanted them too. He was possessing her and she was possessing him, heart, body, and soul. This was the man she loved above all else and being the subject of his undying lust and affection made her feel more powerful than she'd ever felt in her entire life.
The coil in her abdomen started tightening and she knew she was close. "I'm gonna come," she moaned, rubbing herself against him for more clit stimulation.
Mulder nodded in agreement, letting her know he was too, as he moved one hand off her hip to lick his thumb and place it on her clit. His touch felt like a bolt of electricity as he rubbed at her bundle of nerves relentlessly. Her pleasure continued mounting on itself, but it was the look of adoration in his eyes that made her come undone.
"Mulder!" she cried out, shaking and quivering on top of him.
She felt her walls clench around him desperately, clinging to keep him inside of her and coaxing out his own orgasm. Scully felt his come bathe her walls as he called out her name, groaning in a hoarse whisper while his eyes never left her face.
This time was different than earlier, however, because as they started to come down, their bodies joined them. She felt his cock start to soften inside her while her wits started to come back to her. "Holy shit," she sighed, sounding breathless. Their clothes were strewn all around them and the metal pole was scraped to all oblivion from where Mulder struggled against it.
Scully turned to Mulder, an expression of amusement on her face that faltered when she caught sight of the curious expression on his face. He was watching her like prey regards a lion, and it dawned on her that he was nervous she was going to retreat into herself. "Are you okay?" he asked, tentatively stroking the sides of her hips where he'd been grabbing.
She had to admit, her hips hurt, and she knew she'd be walking funny for the next few days. She was also a bit embarrassed they'd done it in a police department in the middle of Utah.
But she knew that wasn't what he was asking. He was asking if they were okay.
Leaning down, she pressed a chaste, tender kiss to his lips. "I've never felt better," she murmured against his mouth. Scully knew they were going to have a lot to talk about, that this was a huge step, but they deserved to enjoy this. At least for tonight.
Mulder looked like her response had been a gift bestowed on him and he smiled in relief. "Me either," he whispered, leaning up to kiss her once more.
She smiled and stood up, only for her legs to be so unsteady that she collapsed on the ground next to him, causing Mulder to laugh. "Sorry," he apologized.
Grinning in amusement, she shook her head. "Don't be."
Mulder stood up, his flaccid cock resting spent on his inner thigh. There was no chance in hell she could stand anymore, but even the sight of him like this was enough to send a twinge of arousal through her body like the aftershock of an earthquake. He offered his hand to her and eased her to her feet, keeping their hands together to support her.
Scully felt their joined arousal leak out of her and drip onto her thigh. The sensation caused her to smile to herself and based on Mulder's expression and the placement of his eyes, he enjoyed it too.
"We're going to need to find another case for that flower," Mulder sighed, his attention turning to the ground.
"We still don't know for sure if the flower affects people the way you claim," she replied, looking at the limp, pink petals.
Mulder's head fell back and groaned. "Scul-eee, you have got to be kidding me. After all that just happened?"
"What just happened between us was a long time coming, Mulder," she answered, squeezing his hand. "Now if we bring the flower back to D.C. and you start making a pass at Skinner, then I might be convinced."