"Bbbeep, bbbeeep, bbbeeeeep" the incessant shrieking beep of the alarm ripped through the silence of the apartment causing the occupant to groan in pain as she reached to silence the offending item. Unable to find the snooze buttoned she swiped at the clock, causing it to fall to the floor and go silent.
"That works too." Dana Scully stated as her head thudded loudly. She tried to sit up but the room span quickly until she decided to remain laying. "Why did I go out on a work night?" she mused.
Her recollection of the night before was hazy to say the least. She could recall arriving at the club and meeting her friends. She could recall dancing and drinking and some catching up, she could even remember a few guys making passes at her but "How did I get home?"
Deciding to take the plunge she swung her legs off the bed, kicking her shoes on the floor as she did so. Realizing she was still in her underwear she thought 'That's strange. I normally don't sleep in anything.'
She moved to the bathroom silently, her eyes still closed
and shielded by one hand while her arm extended out in
front of her to feel the way.
Feeling her way to the porcelain basin she turned the cold
tap on.
Flicking cold water over her face she opened her eyes to examine her reflection in the mirror. 'I've seen corpses looking better then this.' She mused seeing the large black marks under her eyes. She reached the tap once more and turned it to the off position, glancing down as something blue caught her attention.
"What the...?" Dana Scully stated aloud as she saw the large blue and purple bruise that surrounded her wrist. Her attention turned to the other wrist seeing the same markings lying there. "What..." her thought trailed off as the memories hit her in bright flashes "...oh crap."
She looked at her reflection wide eyed as a realization hit her 'You tried to seduce him and he didn't want you.' She turned the water on in the shower and stepped under it before it even had time to adjust to the correct temperature. She felt worse now then she ever had before.
'I could call in sick...' she contemplated before realizing 'No. That would be too unprofessional.' Turning the shower off she began drying herself roughly. 'I can't believe I came onto him...I can't believe he turned me down, never saw that one coming. Guess he was right about extreme possibilities... Elle, you have a lot to answer for.'
Crossing to her bedroom she spied the bottle of mineral water and two Advil sat on her bedside cabinet, she smiled inwardly 'Well, he may not want me as a lover but he is a damn good friend.' Swallowing the tablets she thought to herself 'I can't drive like this!' she reached for the phone, still feeling the affects of last night. She scanned through her address book and dialed the number.
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George Town Kim's Apartment 07:45am
The phone rang through the apartment joining the familiar morning sounds of the coffee maker and running shower. Kimberley crossed the apartment fastening her blouse buttons before snatching up the phone from it cradle and hearing the shower switched off.
"Kim speaking." She answered in a sing song way completely different to her normal secretarial voice.
"Hi, Kim. It's Dana Scully."
"Hi Dana, What can I do for you?" Kim asked without hesitation, she had become quite close to the female agent over the years. She did, after all, spend a lot of time in her boss's office.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor... My car is...playing me up and I wondered if I could grab a lift with you to work?" she lied but only a white lie, It's better then being pulled over on the way to work and being asked to do a breathalyzer then being done on a DUI.
"Sure but I will be leaving in about five minutes." She stated as she heard her man approach her from behind.
"Your leaving in five minutes?" he stated then nuzzled into her neck "At least I get to have you in the office." Walter Skinner mumbled as Kim turned to him with a horrified look on her face and the phone cradled to her ear. "Who are you talking to?" he asked, his voice now lowered.
"Dana Scully." She stated flatly.
"Oh Crap." Dana heard her boss mumble as she struggled to suppress a snigger.
"I'll be ready, Kim. See you in five." She stated as she hung the phone up.
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Washington, DC Fox Mulder's Apartment 07:20am
Fox Mulder awoke uneasily, feeling his dick still standing at full attention. It had gone placid upon her sobs the night before but as soon as he had closed his eyes the images of his partner nearly naked had invaded his mind.
He had lead on the couch for hours trying not to think about her. He had no right to be having such illicit thoughts about her after making her cry like he had, he had hurt her but worse than that he had scared her.
In his dreams he had done all types of things with her, replaying the scenario continuously but with different endings all resulting in them making love. His dreams had been almost satisfying but he still ached for her.
'Time for a shower.' Mulder thought to himself as he headed for the bathroom then added 'A cold one.'
He stood under the cold spray of water for 20 minutes recalling her words to him the previous night before realizing there was only one way he could relieve his throbbing dick.
Mulder turned the water temperature to warm before grabbing the bottle of shower gel and applying a liberal amount to his palm. Using his free hand he braced himself against the shower cubicle wall as he started to massage the length of his pulsating dick.
'Mulder...Don't you want me?' he could hear her purr as he remembered her touch, so softly she had raked her fingers over his body, exploring inquisitively.
His palm started to pump faster at the memory 'I want you. I need you.' She had whispered. The feel of the warm water and the slickness of the gel simulated the feel of a woman's touch, of her touch. 'I'll do anything.' She had offered herself to him; suddenly the prospect of getting repetitive strain injury was very real as his wrist worked at a frenzied speed.
'Foxy Mulder, make love to me.' He exploded to the memory of her words. His cum shooting from his dick with such force that it had adhered itself to the shower cubicle wall half a foot above the tip of his dick. He lean his weight against the wall contented in finally having a seated dick.
'Man, if the memory of her words alone can do that.' He thought before dismissing the notion from his head. Last night she had been drunk, today she would be back to herself. Although he had enjoyed having a glimpse at the flirtatious drunken Scully, she was no substitute for his Enigmatic Doctor Dana Scully, Special Agent.
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Washington DC Basement Office 08:15am
Dana Scully approached the office door hesitantly, sun glasses still firmly in place. Her whole body ached from her night of dancing and drinking. Her head was pounding frantically and the feeling of nausea was increasing with each step that she took closer to her partner.
'Right, you can do this.' She told herself firmly 'You always knew all those acting classes with Missy would come in handy someday...just play dumb.'
Taking a deep breath, she straightened her spin and pulled her shoulders back. 'You can do this.' She repeated to herself more firmly as she stepped into the office confidently.
His eye's meet hers immediately upon her silent entry, feeling her presence in the small confides of the shared office. He gave her an amused smile as she stood in doorway awaiting his barrage of comments. 'This is going to be harder then I thought' she realized as his smile turned into a smirk.
"Agent Scully." He greeted her.
"Agent Mulder." She intoned with a slight nod of her head. 'Mental note to self - do not nod your head with a hangover.' She mused as she crossed to her desk and settled in her chair.
He was watching her every move over the top of his reading glasses, gauging her body language. "Nice shades." He said casually "...but Agent Scully, you know that FBI regulations prohibit Agents from wearing sunglasses while on duty." He smiled as she winced before lowering her shades to reveal sunken red bloodshot eyes. He smiled despite her obvious discomfort.
"Okay...I went out last night with friends and I may have had a few too many to drink." She confessed knowing he was already fully aware of the situation.
"May have?" he raised his eyebrows in a question.
"I don't really remember." She lied. 'Hey if it wasn't for those bruises I might not have remembered at all.' she justified the lie to herself.
He stood from his desk and crossed to the coffee maker pouring her a mug before she could protest, as he handed her the steaming beverage he stated "Well, let me confirm for you. Last night you were 'very' drunk."
She looked to him with a look of confusion playing on her features. 'Come on Missy don't fail me now.' She though absently "What? Did you call?" she asked trying to sound bemused.
"No." he replied "I bumped into you... You really don't remember?" he asked amused, he had been drunk plenty of times before but could not recall ever having no memory of his actions.
"I can remember dancing and lots of drinks, but not much else." She stated dryly unsure whether she would be able to keep up this farce.
"I saw you out the front of the club...you were already 'inebriated'." He smiled casting his eyes up as he recalled her actions. "You were... amusing. Anyway your friend, Ellie asked me to see you home... she had her hands full."
"You saw me home?" she asked in her best shocked voice but feeling unable to keep this facade up she offered him a chance to let lose. "Did I do anything to embarrass myself?" she asked in a rush.
He looked straight into her eyes over the top of her still lowered glasses, the ever present smile still lingering as he contemplated his answer. "No." he lied "I saw you home and..." he paused as his glanced lowered to the floor before adding "you put yourself to bed."
She looked to him bewildered, he wasn't going to toy with her at all, she was amazed. "Thank you." She stated both for seeing her safely home and for not teasing her.
"You are welcome." He answered gallantly. "Now...One coffee then water for the rest of the morning. It's the best thing for a hangover; trust me, I'm a doctor." He was amused at having the tables turned for once.
"Mulder," she protested "You're a head doctor, a shrink, not a medical doctor."
"Hey. If you would rather discuss why you felt the need to get that intoxicated?" his eyebrow arched as he leered at her slightly.
"One coffee and then water. Got it." She replied levelling her gaze on her desk as he returned to his files, still smiling.
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