Mulder had closed the door behind Scully, and walked to his desk chair. He was glad she was gone, for now, the urge for kissing her, touching her, was starting to get unbearable. His trousers were uncomfortable and sore. He had never known someone to do this to him. The banter between them, the sexual chemistry bouncing, electrifying the air. His undoing was when she licked her lips, she probably didn't even know she was doing it. Every time she did so, he wanted to bite it hard then kiss it better and repeat it over and over again till she was swollen and sore.

He had to do something about the pain in his groin, so he slouched down in his chair unzipping himself and removing his raging erection from his boxers. He grabbed some silk lube and placed a small amount on his hand before wrapping it around his cock gently applying pressure at first. Letting his imagination run wild with thoughts of one Dana Scully. Her little hand teasing his skin, her tongue running lines down his skin leaving little trails glistening against the light. Her lips dancing around his tip lavishing him before swallowing him whole. His hand tightened, and more pressure was applied. He knew it wasn't going to be long now. He felt the fire of an orgasm fast approaching deep within with a few more thoughts of this beautiful redhead in front of him. He erupted like a volcano, screaming her name but it wasn't her first name that came tumbling from his lips. Oh, no; it was the Scully. When his mind came back to earth he released the sticky white substance covering his hand, the table, the floor, and his top. He quickly and efficiently cleaned himself and the objects around him. Grabbing his coat he left for the night.

/

Meanwhile, Scully was back at her room. She walked into the darkness finding Serah asleep, which was strange in itself but she could not think about that now. She switched on a small lamp illuminating the room in a soft orange glow. The paper Mulder had handed her still in her hand. She sat on her bed, her back against the wall, legs stretched in front of her: she began to read. She knew already that she was going to agree to the proposition, she fully allowed herself to give into temptation. But it was she still curious to read through and find out the details and small print.

The following are the terms of the contract between professor and his student. The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the Student to explore her sensuality. Both professor and student agree and acknowledge that all that occurs under the terms of this contract will be consensual and confidential. If the student would like to have someone to confide in they are also subject to sign a confidentiality agreement. Furthermore, this is a purely physical relationship, no romance, no friendship. Should the professor choose to terminate the relationship, he can choose so at his own discretion with no prior notice.

Scully kept reading into the early hours, noticing all the details and guidelines. She woke up a few hours later the document still in hand. Her head had slumped on the wall but her back was still against it. She put the papers down and moved off the bed stretching her sore and cramped muscles trying to get some feeling back into them. Once she did so she placed the document into an envelope and put it into her desk drawer for safekeeping. She looked over, finding Serah still asleep, and proceeded to the bathroom. Turning on the shower to as hot as her body could take, she took off her clothes leaving them in a small pile on the floor before stepping in. Letting the hot water run over her body she washed her aches and pains down the drain, letting her worries and expectations go for just a few minutes.

Twenty minutes later Scully was showered and dressed and with a purple towel wrapped around her head. She sat at her desk laptop and started writing an email.

From: DanaKScully .uk

To: FWMulder .uk

Subject: Document

Dear Professor Mulder

I have revised the Document I acquired, I would like to set a date and time to which I can return said document and ask some questions about it.

Yours Sincerely

Dana Scully

Signing off from the computer she dried her hair, leaving it in soft curls while she waited patiently for a reply. Serah got up and changed and they both left to grab some breakfast and coffee.

Thirty minutes later both Serah and Scully were sitting, eating some fruit and pancakes with their two cups of coffee in front of them.

"So how did it go last night?" Serah asked enthusiastically.

"It went alright."

Serah laughed "Just alright. Really, Dana?" she took a sip of her coffee. "I want details, I want to know everything."

Scully smirked in response. "He is so handsome, we shared some banter and the sexual energy in the room was electrifying. His eyes are so inviting I suspect they change with his mood. See, last night they were more dark green than hazel."

Serah looked over at her friend. Her eyes were clear crystal blue while she remembered the night before. "What was the document you tried to hide this morning?"

"I um…" Scully was very flustered, she hadn't realised her friend was awake when she put the paper in her desk earlier this morning.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone." She took a bite of her breakfast "I hvn slpen well," she said with a mouth full. Scully gave her a raised eyebrow. Serah finished chewing and corrected herself. "What I was trying to say was, I haven't been sleeping well so I was aware of what you were doing but not awake enough to do anything about it."

"Well, he gave me a non-disclosure agreement, to read and sign with the conditions of what the proposal of his will entail. He was quite tactful if I must say. A big thing for me was it said I could tell one person but they also must sign a separate non-disclosure agreement."

"Is that person me?"

"Why, yes, silly. Otherwise, I have just broken the agreement already." Scully took a sip of her coffee and stared at Serah while she was talking.

"So, you have signed it then?"

Just in that moment, Scully's phone went off saying she had received an email. She took the phone off the table and opened her email account. It read;

From: FWMulder .uk

To: DanaKScully .uk

Subject: Re Document

Dear Miss Scully

I am so glad you have read over the Document provided, we can meet today at 8:30 p.m. to discuss this further. I look forward to seeing you.

Yours Sincerely

F. W. Mulder

P.s. I would like to know what the K stands for

Scully smiled at reading the last part of the email and she quickly replied.

From: DanaKScully .uk

To: FWMulder .uk

Subject: Re Re Document

Dear Professor Mulder

Thank you for agreeing a time, I also look forward to seeing you tonight. You're going to have to do some investigating ;) to find out what the K stands for. While we are on the subject of mysterious names I would like to know what the F stands for :)

Yours Sincerely

Dana Scully

Scully put her phone on the table and looked up Serah who was smiling from ear to ear.

"That's him, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well, he's certainly done a number on you, hasn't he? You look like you just entered a candy store for the first time!"

"I do not!" Scully was frustrated at how her excitement was showing through to her friend.

"Yes, you do. You're smitten, might as well admit it now."

They both finished breakfast and took their coffee's to go. Serah left Scully just before their first lecture: she had art and Scully had science. Scully sat down in her normal spot and her phone went off.

From: FWMulder .uk

To: DanaKScully .uk

Subject: Re Re Re Document.

Dear Miss Scully

I think we're both going to do have to do some investigating.

Yours Sincerely

F Mulder.

Scully put her phone away as her lecture started.

Some hours later. Scully was standing in her room with several outfits laid in front of her on the bed, Serah standing eagerly by her side. Scully had tried so many different outfits and they both agreed nothing seemed to quite fit the meeting that was planned.

Scully stood there in her underwear after just taking off her sixth top and seventh pair of jeans. She was truly out of ideas on what to do next. That was until Serah brought out one of her outfits: some dark black skinny jeans and a wine red halter-neck top and matching heels. Serah looked at the time and they still had about an hour left, so they set out doing Scully hair and makeup.

Scully sat in front of the vanity mirror in the room, and Serah got to work.

"I'm still not sure about the outfit you have picked out"

"You will be fine, Dana. It's going to make you look so sexy! And when I have finished your hair you're going to look drop down jaws." Serah started to brush her hair and place it up in a small bun at the nape of her neck.

"I will just look a mess, the outfits always look better on you anyway."

"You doubt yourself too much, Dana; any man or woman would be lucky to have such a beautiful woman as you on their arms."

Scully started blushing at the mention of her friend giving her compliments. She knew her friend was bisexual but she never outright placed her views on her, she gave her compliment, sure, but she had never been so forward before.

"Thank you, Serah."

One hour later, Scully was standing in front of Serah wearing the outfit and the colours matched her skin tone and hair perfectly. Serah had pinned Scully's hair in place but left some small strands curled, framing her face. She had gone subtle with the makeup, just a slight golden beige eyeshadow, and very natural foundation but with a deep red lipstick.

"How do I look?"

"You look incredible, Dana"

Scully could swear she saw in her friend an irrepressible urge to kiss her. She was biting her lip so hard that Dana thought she was going to hurt herself.

"Are you sure? You don't think we have gone overboard?

"No, Dana, honestly. He's so lucky."

"Thank you, Serah. For everything, you have done for me. I've got to get going or I'm going to be late."

"It was my pleasure. Now, get going before you back out."

She walked across the campus and towards Mulder's she arrived there, she hesitated a little and then knocked quietly with the document in hand.

Mulder opened to door. He stood there in dark sand coloured Khaki trousers and an off white shirt. Scully looked up at him: his face was framed by some glasses, making her think that he looked quite cute in them. She had never seen him in glasses before, probably he usually wore lenses, and she realized how hot those glasses looked on him.

Mulder looked upon the beautiful redhead standing in front of him. Her pale skin was glistening in the fluorescent light, her mouth wide looked fantastic in that deep wine red halter neck, which set off her fiery red hair; and the black Jeans curving her waist made her legs look long and beautiful. Scanning her down he also noticed some red open toe Sandal heels with burgundy red nail polish. Mulder looked back up her body memorizing every aspect of her. That was when he looked in her eyes: her makeup really setting off her ocean blue eyes.

He gestured for her to come inside. As she followed his invitation he couldn't help but stare at the swell of her ass. God those Jeans really do her some justice. Instead of her sitting in the chair in front of his desk, she sat on the black leather sofa. She took the document out of the envelope and placed it on her looked so nervous but also excited. This kind of thing was forbidden but exhilarating. He closed the door behind him and walked towards her. He was usually quite calm, but with her, he felt different. He couldn't even decide where to sit; should he sit on the chair in front of his desk? Or should he sit on the sofa next to her?

In the end, he decided to sit on the sofa next to her. Neither knew where to start or who should go first they were being a little shy about the situation. After about 5 minutes Mulder took the plunge and decided to speak first.

"Did you find anything that needs to be explained or any inferences that need to be amended?"

"No, everything was pretty clear: I've chosen the person I wish to confide: her name is Serah Hill, she's my roommate and also attends your class. She is willing to set a date and time to which she is to sign the document."

"That's great news, thank you. I will email you tomorrow with a set time for her to come to the office. Does this mean you have signed the agreement?" Mulder asked sheepishly not looking directly in Scully's eyes, just in case she said no.

Scully brought her hand to his cheek and moved his face so he could look at her. His face felt rough and smooth, his 5 o'clock shadow starting to form on his skin. She looked at his face studying it, marking every blemish and line for future reference. He had a kind face and kind eyes. She looked at the glasses which made him look professional but slightly dorky. They really suited him, making him look extra cute and sexy. She moved her hand away from his cheek and took his glasses in her hand placing them to one side. She could see his breathing had started to become more uneven, his hazel eyes still fixed on her blue ones.

She had never been so forward before but right in that moment, she could feel the energy in the room shift. All she wanted to do was kiss him. The urge was inevitable. She brought her face to seemed to pick up the notion of what was about to happen and they meet in the middle. Their lips met and an explosion of electricity sparked between them, they deepened the kiss, her tongue licking his lip asking for permission to be invited in. He obligated by opening his mouth to her and letting her tongue slide against his. Their tongues started slipping, sliding, dancing on their own accord.

He tasted of Chilli chocolate, and she tasted of strawberries and cream. She pulled back for him and looked at the man in front of her: his eyes looked dark, hooded and full of desire. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Does that answer your question, professor Mulder?" her voice sultry and seductive.

"Yes, Miss Scully. I do believe I got my answer." his reply was hot and heavy.

She moved from her place and straddled his lap instantly, finding how much he did desire her. She pulled him closer, her hands undoing every button on his shirt, leaving it lose and his bare chest exposed. She didn't want to think about the consequences, she just wanted to let go of all inhibitions. To be free and finally seek the man she had been lusting over.

Her lips found his sweet spot behind his ear. She kissed and she nibbled before she ran her tongue from his collarbone up his neck. His skin was salty but with a hint of him. His smell was sweet but very manly: she thought it might be some kind of Armani. But whatever it was, it suited him very much.

She stopped devouring his neck after a couple of minutes and with a feather light touch, she grazed her fingernails down the skin of his chest and stomach. She had been waiting to touch his muscles ever since she caught that quick glimpse of him that very first time in the gym. His body was a work of art, perfectly sculpted. She worked her hand down until she found his zip. She took herself off him and placed herself in between his legs. She hadn't a clue what had come over her but he was fast becoming a drug that she could easily get addicted to. She lowered his trousers from his hips and left them at his ankle, while he removed the unbuttoned shirt and threw it to one side.

His breathing was so erratic now, it was coming in small pants. He sat there and suddenly all his dreams and fantasies of this woman were becoming true. His heart was pumping ten to the dozen, it felt like it was going to bounce right out of his chest. His skin was on fire, her every touch igniting it, sending goosebumps along every inch of it. Her eyes were no longer an ocean blue, they were darker, a more electric blue or even navy. He was starting to lose all focus when one hand cupped his balls through his boxers, she lightly squeezed over and over again while her tongue and teeth nibbled and licked each nipple, giving them both same attention.

They locked lips and he felt every bit of her passion: it was dangerous and uninhibited; so primitive and reckless. Her hand moved to the waistband of his boxers, gliding on the edge if it before slowly and methodically lowering them down his legs. She undid his shoes and took them off placing them to one side, then the trousers were followed by his boxers.

"You said I need to do a little investigating, to find out what the F stands for in your name," she said with a divine manner.

She knelt in between his legs placing her soft hand around his girth slowly stroking it up and down. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't know where he was but one thing he did know: the prettiest woman on the planet was stroking him, he was so hard and red and throbbing for her every touch, his cock twitched of its own accord. She lowered her lips to his tip licking the rim before swallowing him whole, she hollowed her cheeks and started sucking the dear life out of it before moving her tongue around his girth, back and forth. She moved her hand up and down at his base squeezing lightly. She could hear the deep and throaty moans of the man above her. Suddenly, she stopped and removed her lips and mouth from him.

"So, Professor Mulder, what does the F stand for?" she tactfully asked in a low voice.

Her voice was like liquid gold to his ears. Her mouth may have stopped working on his appendage but that didn't mean she had. Her hand was still sliding from root to tip at an agonisingly slow pace. He just about managed to stutter out the word 'Fox'.

"Fox," Scully repeated, and hearing his first name upon her lips made him explode and shatter into a million pieces. The wave of euphoria hit him so hard and fast, it was like atoms colliding against each other. It was bigger and glorious than any he had ever had before. His eyes were closed but he saw stars dancing underneath his eyelids.

Scully moved from the floor onto the sofa next to him. Waiting for him to come back to reality. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and his breathing went from erratic to steady and calm. Shadows of light fluttered on his skin.

He opened his eyes to find her staring at him, he grabbed her by the hips and lowered her back against the cushions. Now she was underneath him, he had a much better angle for what he wanted to do to her. He soon realised that she had too many clothes on for his liking, though he wanted it to be a game of sorts, making her beg and squirm, bringing her on the brink of euphoria and screaming his name, before releasing her from her torment.

He started kissing her lips. His hands were in her hair which felt like silk thread gliding through his fingers. He soon moved his hand to the straps off her top, undoing them and pulling them away from her neck. He slightly tugged at her top pulling it down so it lay on her stomach. He stopped kissing her momentarily to see her breast exposed: she wasn't wearing a bra. They were free, her pink rosy taut pebbled nipples standing on point. He licked his lips, she was like a version of the beautiful Goddess Aphrodite sent in human form.

His kissed her again, but soon moved to the crook of her neck kissing and nibbling, it sounded like she was purring. He licked his way down her bare chest finding her nipple. His teeth latched on to it, sucking it hard before gently teasing it with his tongue. The course from pleasure to pain was overriding all rational thought from her, her purring turned into soft moans, her breathing uncontrolled and heavy. His hand slowly worked its way down her iron flat stomach undoing the button of her jean's, gently teasing her with his hand over her but going no further. His lips moved to her other breast, first latching on and then teasing with his tongue. As he let it go, he blew cold air onto it. It sent her skin into a river of goosebumps from head to toe.

Scully's pain to pleasure threshold was decreasing with every swipe of his tongue. She was so incredibly damp now. The desire building and building and he hadn't even touched her in the most sensible part. She had started to wiggle and squirm. He looked up at her with a devil smile across his face. Finally, she was going to get what she wanted. Her jeans and pants were soon discarded amongst their other belongings on the floor. He lifted her up only to swivel her lower body so it was hanging over the sofa. She felt shy about being so exposed and open to him. But he soon made her relax by brushing his forefinger up and down the inside of her leg. He did it again but instead of his finger, he used a feather he seemly got out of nowhere. He brushed it up her left leg in short bursts; after every short burst, he kissed her working his way up to her core. He then did the same with her right leg. But this time he brushed it along her hip bone, just above her pubic bone on the rim of her lace panties, before agonizingly slow gliding her panties down her legs. All she could think was he's finally going to touch me and release me from my torment!

He could smell her now, all worked up. She smelt divine, like cherry blossom in the midst of spring. He fingers glided along her wet folds: she was helplessly wet. He could hear her moans and whimpers and frustration of wanting to be touched on her clit. He wanted to make her beg and scream his name when she came, so he slid one finger into her tight and succulent tunnel, she gripped his finger like a vice.

"Please Mulder… oh god please," she was begging for him. Her voice low and timid.

Exactly what he was aiming at.

"Now, Miss Scully, I need to do some investigating of my own." He pulled his finger, nearly all the way out before sliding it hot and heaving back into her, blowing cold air on her clit. He did this a couple of times before he spoke again. "I would like to know what the K stands for in your name."

She shook her head she couldn't think straight let alone speak correct sentences. He put another finger in and plugged hard into her, making her back arch and a high pitch moan come out of her. He then latched again onto her nipple. He knew she was close, he could feel it, hear it; but he wanted answers. Payback was always fun when done right.

"Now, Miss Scully, I will let you cum when you tell me what the K stands for."

"K...K….K.. Katherine." With the name spoken he put his tongue on her clit, creating her name with it, possibly drawing a picture with it. She didn't know and she really didn't care because it felt like magic. He pumped his fingers in and out and finally, she screamed his name, her walls clenching around him, pulling him in further and further. He had never wanted to be inside her more than he did at that moment. His hot and swollen erection was pushing against his stomach dying for attention.

With her back against the back of the sofa and her legs spread in front of him, he leaned over her, placing one hand next to her head on the back of the sofa for support, and with his other hand slipping himself into her opening. Her back arched again, she still hadn't caught her breath and her body was still twitching uncontrollably but he couldn't wait any longer. She had an effect on him like no other woman he had ever known. Having her in front of him was better than anything he could have imagined. Feeling her, her wet skin against his. To feel himself inside her, feeling her nails rake against his back. It was overpowering.

Once inside her, he placed his other hand on the back of the sofa using it as leverage. She wrapped her legs around him and he rocked his hips back and forth. He brought himself all the way out, his tip the only thing left inside her, and then plunged hot and heavy back in again. He did this over and over, faster every time. She was so sweet and tight, so divine and delicious. He filled her up to the max. The feeling was so foreign yet warmingly familiar. He knew she was on the brink of orgasm again: he could feel her whole body tense up and clutch him, swelling him in deeper. He moved one hand down towards her clit letting his fingers explore it while his hips did the magic. It only took a few minutes before he heard the word 'Mulder' flow from her lips and it sent him into the euphoric state along with her. Like two atoms exploding furiously against each other, so explosive and exhilarating a bond was formed that no one could break. Exhausted, he rested his head in the crock of her neck the forming of two unions finally complete.

They lay there spent for a few minutes, catching their breath, their bodies still linked. Mulder looked at her dreamy sky blue eyes.

"I must be crushing you."

"I quite like it, actually." He could tell she meant it, but he moved anyway.

"You're beautiful." The words kind of plopped out of his mouth before his mind had time to catch up. He started gathering his clothes.

Scully grabbed her clothes and started putting them on, peace by peace. She blushed, suddenly going shy around him, not knowing what to say or do

"Thank you," she managed to say.

"I should be thanking you." Scully looked at him confused, he had just put on his boxers and trousers. "For agreeing on this," he clarified.

She smiled in response, the room suddenly becoming tense.

"I should go, will you email Serah so she can sign the document?"

"Yes, of course."

She finally finished dressing and grabbed her coat before quickly leaving the office.

Mulder did not get a chance to say goodbye, he was left stunned, the silence of the room overwhelming him. He was left with two burning questions left unanswered:

Just because he had enjoyed it, had she?

Would she regret signing the contract?