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iii. jeu

It wasn't necessarily unusual for Mulder to get lost in thought, but ever since they christened the office with their sweat and moans, it seemed like all Scully did was catch him staring aimlessly at the desk with a nostalgic smile on his lips. It didn't take a psychologist to know why.

Usually it wouldn't have bothered her, normally she would just look up, see he was contemplating something, and she'd let him be. However, this was just frustrating. Nowadays, she'd notice he was quiet and she'd look up to see him trying to bite back a smile, cockiness ablaze in his stare as his eyes focused intently on the surface of the desk, now marred by the ghost of their passion. It wouldn't have bothered her, but every time she saw him reminiscing, she started to reminisce, and sitting in damp underwear everyday was not a preferable working condition. Besides, she thought enough about it herself without his little reminders.

Last time was a mistake, they had just popped the cork off of seven years of sexual tension less than twenty four hours prior, and it was clearly strong enough to cloud their judgement that day. They both understood that it absolutely, under no circumstance, could be permitted to happen again.

It probably would have been easier if she hadn't been trying to commit every single goddamned detail to memory while they had been having sex, as if she'd convinced herself it wouldn't happen again. Now she couldn't look at anything in the office without being reminded of their little tryst. She'd end up getting so worked up during the day that she'd come up with any reason to get over to his apartment for some much-needed action, not that he ever needed much convincing. If his near constant chubs were any indication, he was on the same page.

Maybe she should have closed her eyes during the encounter so she didn't permanently imprint the office with her arousal. The door handle he locked frantically while his tongue was down her throat. The floor they fooled around on. The poster she glanced at when the coiling in her gut became too much. The desk he set her on before he-

"Earth to Scully?" she was snapped out of her reverie by his all-knowing voice, the shit-eating grin already evident through his tone without her having to look.

Fuck. Now she was the one getting caught drooling over the desk.

"Mmm?" she hummed, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Instead of indulging him, she made something up on the spot. "Um, I was trying to think of what month we had that case in New Hampshire-"

"Comity?" his amusement still present through his confusion.

"Yeah."

"January," he confidently stated, not even pausing to think.

To be honest, she didn't remember anything about that case other than his incident with Detective White and him being an overall prick. "Really?"

"We were there January 12th, 1996." Her incredulous look must've prompted him to shrug and add, "photographic memory."

To prove it, he went to the filing cabinet without faltering, pulled out the file and showed her before returning to his seat with a smug smile. Before he got a chance to ask her why she was thinking about a random case from four years ago, she asked, "Do you remember everything?"

His voice dropped an octave as he teased, "I remember what's important." He punctuated his sentence with a wink and she couldn't help but grin.

She grabbed her chair and moved herself over so she was sitting next to the filing cabinet, ignoring the way his eyes bore into her every action. He swiveled to face her as she sat down and opened a drawer next to her and pulled out a random file. It was probably the scientist in her, but his impeccable memory had always been a source of intense fascination, and she was just a little curious to test it out. "1993, the case with the little girls who looked identical. They were 'Eve's. What were the girls' real names?"

He paused for a second, putting his thumb between his lips to chew lightly on his nail. "Teena and Cindy."

That was one of their first cases together, and it felt like a lifetime ago. "Very good," she praised.

He swiveled closer to her and bent down to retrieve a file along with her. "Let's see about you, Miss Smarty-Pants," he teased.

She bit her lip and leaned back in her seat. They routinely did crossword puzzles on planes together and watched game shows together while eating cheap dinner in cheaper motel rooms. In all their time doing so, she'd managed to prove two things: she was unhealthily competitive and she was accustomed to winning. But she wasn't quite sure her case memory would match up to her trivia skills.

Clearing his throat dramatically, he began, "What was the name of the female antagonist in the video game First Person Shooter?"

"Mulder, that was just a few weeks ago," she scoffed, insulted that she had gone back seven years to test him and he went back merely a month for her.

"So it should be easy," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes at his confidence and started, "It's- it's, um," she stammered. She could see the goading in Mulder's eyes and suddenly remembering this fact became the most important thing in the world. She bore into his eyes as if the answer could come from their depths, and suddenly it did. With an exclamation, she practically screamed, "Maitreya!"

"Very good, very good, Agent Scully," he applauded, bowing to her from his seat.

She pulled another file from the cabinet, but before she had a chance to find a fact, he spoke up. "Wanna have a little fun?"

"Mulder," she warned. "I told you-"

He put his hands up in mock surrender, "Whoa, whoa, get your mind out of the gutter, Agent Scully." She rolled her eyes at him while he laughed. "I'm simply suggesting we play with some...added stakes."

"Such as?"

His shrug looked contemplative, but his eyes looked mischievous. "Oh, I dunno, what about strip trivia?"

"Mulder, we're at work," she admonished.

"Well that's only a problem if you lose, but I guess we don't have to if you're so sure you'll-" He stopped as he watched her rise from her seat. She could hear him start to offer an apology that died on his lips when he realized she simply had gotten up to lock the door. She did everything she could to keep the smile off her face as she strutted back to her seat and saw the look of boyish excitement on his. This must be heaven for him; she was indulging him more in these past few days than she had in years. As she sat down she told herself this was purely a competition, nothing more. Definitely not what the heat between her legs was telling her this was.

"You-" he started.

"I just don't think it would be appropriate for someone to open the door and find you naked," she stated, grabbing the file again.

"Oh, is that so?" he lilted. "So on top of losing, you don't like sharing, either."

She willed away the blush that she felt staining her cheeks as she stated a ground rule. "Only ten questions each, okay?"

"And if you answer wrong you take off a piece of clothing," he added.

"Correct."

"Pairs count as one though," Mulder specified severely.

She laughed at his tone and conceded as she opened the file. "Okay, address for that Christmas Ghost House?"

"So you admit it was ghosts?"

"Mulder."

"1051 Larkspur Lane," he beamed until a toothy smile broke out across her face.

"Nuh-uh-uh," she chastised.

"Yeah it was," he defended, brow furrowing.

"1501." She turned the file over so he could squint his eyes, only accepting after staring for a bit, letting out a begrudging "hmpf," before falling back into his chair.

"I think you're forgetting something," she teased. Looking straight into her eyes, he raised one hand up and deftly took off his tie, letting it fall in a heap onto the desk.

"Better?"

She pursed her lips in mock innocence. "Just following the rules." She looked at the discarded fabric with slight melancholy. It wasn't the same tie she had desperately clutched in her fist the last time, but she was hoping she might get another sneak peek at that Mulder. Hot, sweaty, hard for her with nothing but a tie dangling over his-

"Well I hope your constitution remains the same when the tables are turned." He chuckled and grabbed another file.

She coughed lightly and fidgeted in her seat to alleviate the ache building. He spent a while reading the file over, at first she thought he was just trying to find the hardest fact he could about the case, but he ended up putting it back in the cabinet. "What?"

"Oh, um. Just not an interesting case," he shrugged, grabbing a new one.

While he pored over the sheet in front of him, she let her gaze fall down to the tab peeking out of the file he just put back.

1995 - Pfaster

Mulder was nothing if not compassionate, and he hadn't wanted to bring Pfaster up for fear of making her uncomfortable. The wounds on her back were still faint pink lines from her last encounter with the man. She wanted to tell him thank you, but she didn't want to ruin the mood of the game he'd just preserved.

She shook the man out of her mind, he'd tainted enough already, not today. Instead, she honed in on the man in front of her, different in every way imaginable. The same eyes that had been raking over her nude body, with so much reverence she felt worshipped, were now scanning the page in search of another random fact. He was completely enthralled with the task at hand and she felt honored that she'd experienced what it's like to be on the receiving end of the intensity that is Fox Mulder. He was so conscientious and thorough - the only difference being that the files he held in his hands stayed still, while she couldn't remain still when his hands were on her.

He brought his hand up to his mouth and she wondered if he could somehow sense where her attention had been. She was sure he'd have a theory for that, but he ended up just licking the pads of his fingers so he could flip a page. Her body viscerally responded to the sight of the pink tip of his tongue parting his lips, just like it had parted hers when-

"What was the first name of the buck-toothed Sheriff from Chaney?" he asked jovially, blissfully unaware of what his mere existence did to her.

She shifted again in her seat, internally grateful it was cushioned so she wouldn't stand up and have an outline of her heat as evidence. She recognized the question and rolled her eyes at his never ending insistence. "First of all, he did not have buck teeth. Second of all, his name was Hartwell."

"First of all," he mimicked, "I disagree. Second of all, I said his first name."

"It was-um. It was-" she stammered, much to his apparent delight.

"Come on Dana . Weren't you guys on a first name basis?"

She playfully glared at him and lamely offered, "Luke."

"Oh!" he dramatically grimaced. "So close. It was actually Lucius."

She cursed Hartwell and his stupid name as she kicked off her heels, pushing them to the side as Mulder frowned at her choice. "Your turn," she beamed.

She opened up another cabinet, hoping to get a little more variety. She was immediately rewarded with the Padgett case. She hoped that it wouldn't spark any negative feelings for Mulder, but she was interested to hear his response. "How did Padgett physically describe me in his book?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her before answering in a tone that implied, though the words were Padgett's, he found them to be absolutely true. "Beautiful. Fatally, stunningly prepossessing." His gaze never left her face though it danced all around it with admiration.

She cleared her throat, shy from the attention, "Correct."

He laughed at her reaction and pulled a file from the same cabinet she did. "That wasn't as much a test of case knowledge as it was a recitation of common knowledge," he corrected. She didn't know which was worse to focus on; her bodily reaction to his physical appraisal of her, or her disappointment he didn't have to take anything off. "Who is Paul Farraday?"

She couldn't think of a single thing; that name didn't ring a bell at all. "Um, he did, uh, regressive therapy?"

He made a fake buzzer sound with his mouth and added a dramatic "Wrong" for emphasis. Mulder couldn't even resist the way his eyes scanned down her body, already imagining what she'd take off next.

With an accepting sigh, she stood up and reached under her skirt to find the waistline of her nylons. It was a bit higher than she anticipated, so her skirt bunched up around her upper thighs as she hooked her fingers under the band. She dragged the tights down her legs much slower than she needed to - she couldn't help but enjoy the way it made him squirm. She sat down once they were on her calves and she stilted when she heard him groan "Fuck" under his breath. She smirked at the effect something as simple as taking off her tights had on him, but the smirk turned to shock when she looked down and realized he wasn't just reacting to the stripping. There was an obvious damp spot in the shape of a woman's arousal right on the crotch of the nude nylons.

So much for being discreet.

She pretended nothing was out of the ordinary and kicked the tights off near her shoes, letting her bare feet dangle lightly on the old carpet. She cleared her throat again and his darkened eyes flitted up to meet hers. With a self-satisfied smile, she randomly pulled another file out. It was one that brought a reminiscent smile to her face as her body remembered the strange intimacy that ended this case. "What movie was playing at Mutato's house when we went?"

His previous gloating faltered as he concentrated on a spot in the room over her shoulder, as if the television from that case would manifest and show him the answer he couldn't conjure himself. "The one with Cher."

"There's more than one movie with Cher, Mulder."

"Walking in Memphis?" he tried.

"So not even close, though I do have fond memories of that song," she emphasized with a wink. "It was Mask."

"I didn't know Cher did movies," he laughed in acceptance as he stood up. Her eyes raked over him, curious as to what he would choose, but froze when they reached his face adorned with smug satisfaction.

"Y-yeah, she's been in a lot," she stammered.

"Really?" he asked, his hands going up to the top of his shirt which had apparently been the sacrificial item, much to her delight. She couldn't help but enjoy this moment; the past few times the removal of clothes had either been in the dark of night, in frantic haste, or in her imagination behind closed eyelids.

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she intended on breaking her own rule as soon as she locked the door, so she tried to keep up the facade of casual indifference. "Yeah, um, Moonstruck," button, "The Witches of Eastwick," button, " Silkwood," button, " Mermaids," button, "um-uh." He had just untucked his shirt and was doing the final button at the bottom. Not only could she see the line of his abdomen, his lean physique peeking out, but the way the last remaining pieces of fabric remained together emphasized how much he was enjoying the game. Slightly protruding away from his body due to what his dress pants couldn't reign in.

"That's it?" he asked, and she suddenly realized she'd stopped mid sentence to unabashedly leer at him.

"Those are the only ones I can remember at this time," she shrugged. It was hard to remember anything other than how glaringly hot her partner was.

"You seem to be a fan," he laughed, shucking off his shirt, placing it on top of her nylons instead of his tie. He wasn't wearing an undershirt and she'd never been so thrilled Mulder hadn't done his laundry. He plopped back down in his chair and leaned back, giving her a full show.

"What?" she swallowed. "Oh yeah. I am."

He looked at her appreciatively for a moment and she was both curious and scared about how she must appear right now. Flushed, aroused, ravenous.

"Rebecca Waite's license plate number," he couldn't even suppress his amusement at his own cheap trick.

"That is not a piece of case trivia," she chastised.

"It's in the case file," he shrugged, holding up the file in defense.

Instead of trying to pointlessly reprimand him anymore, she leaned up and, in one swift motion, she grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and whisked it over her head, letting it fall next to her as she was left exposed in just her bra and skirt. His cock twitched as his bottom lip was sucked in between two clenched teeth and suddenly she felt her wetness seep on her thighs as well. It was like a domino effect of arousal and they hadn't quite hit the end yet.

This was it; the point of no return. She was far too horny to even remotely consider stopping, not that she really ever had. If someone knocked on the door right now she was sure she'd probably cry. That was a good one on his part, a cheap trick to get her out of her clothes, but she had some tricks up her sleeve too. Her mouth was salivating just thinking about it.

"What was I thinking about when we were at the house in Arcadia?" If he was going to play dirty she could play dirtier.

He didn't seem to catch on to her trick, probably because his eyes were too busy trying to figure out where they wanted to stay on her body. "Gene Gogolak?"

"Absolutely not."

He glanced back up at her face with darkened eyes and didn't break the contact as he undid his belt and removed it in a big graceful motion. "That's not fair, Scully," he smirked.

"Do you want to know what I had been thinking of at that time?" she asked in a low voice.

He nodded almost drunkenly and she stood up before sinking to her knees, resting her elbows on the tops of either of his legs. "What if I just showed you what I was thinking of?" she teased while unbuttoning the fasten of his pants.

"Oh my god," he whispered as he sunk lower in the seat, his head falling back on the chair in bliss before quickly looking back down, not wanting to miss a moment.

She slowly unzipped him, making sure the back of her finger rubbed lightly down his shaft as she did so. Then she reached in the opening of his boxers and found him hot, ready, and throbbing in her hand. She could feel her own arousal pulsating and greedy between her legs, but all she wanted to do in this moment was focus on the task at hand-in hand.

She pulled him out so he was glistening and bobbing lewdly in the air. She did an exploratory stroke up and Mulder's shuddered breath was evidence enough that it was appreciated. She let her thumb collect some precum from his oozing tip before sliding back down, smiling at the way he subtly tried to grind into her fist.

She scooted closer so that her breasts were touching the edge of the chair and so she was in a better position. "This is all I could think about when we were playing house." Before she gave him a chance to respond, she lowered her head and took him fully in her mouth, not stopping until she felt his head rub against the back of her throat.

He fucking loved this. Hell, they both did. There was nearly nothing as erotic as having a man melt from the simple flick of a tongue, the innocent glance up for eye contact with a mouthful of arousal, the gentle suck here, a kiss here. What could she say? Mulder wasn't the only one with an oral fixation. She fit some Catholic stereotypes more than others.

She felt more than saw him clutch onto the armrests for dear life as a guttural moan tore through his body. She closed her lips around him and brought her head back up at a tantalizingly slow pace. She intended to get him all in her mouth and she knew it would require some lubrication on her part, so as she raised herself she let her tongue explore him, using the pad to trail over every vein and every inch of his dick.

When she got to the point where his head was the only thing remaining in her mouth, she added some more suction and swirled her tongue around, making sure to pay extra attention to the groove where tip met shaft, teasing him with the gentleness of her pressure. She could hear that his breathing was already coming out in hard pants as the chair strained against the intensity of his white-knuckled grip.

Then, without warning, she went all the way down again. However, this time when she felt him hit the back of her mouth, she adjusted her angle a bit and let him slide down her throat. "Jesus, fuck , Scully," he gasped through a moan, practically whining in pleasure. She felt her eyes water at the unnatural sensation, but she powered through it, continuing until her lips were against the very base of his shaft as his pubic hair tickled her. "Keep it going G woman, I'm impressed," he panted in praise. From her position, she couldn't suck as much as she'd like, so, staying still, she moved her tongue so it was rubbing up and down him. At the same time, she shook her head so he rubbed against her throat and her cheeks.

After a moment, she came back up and gasped a lungful of air, leaving a large quantity of saliva in her wake, both on her chin and on his erection which was now so engorged with blood she could see it getting red at the tip. While catching her breath, Scully felt him reach and cup her chin, making her look at him. She hoped her eyes watering wasn't causing her makeup to run and that she didn't look too haphazard from deepthroating him, but if she did, she could tell by the way he was looking at her that he found her to be the sexiest person alive right now.

He told her that without words as he leaned down and captured her lips in an opened mouth, passionate kiss. As his tongue slid over hers, undoubtedly tasting himself, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor without a care. His hand slid into her hair to pull her close while she raised herself up off her knees by pushing off his. The kiss broke as she stood in front of him, but Mulder found something else to do with his mouth when he caught sight of her bare chest heaving in front of his face.

Scully felt her hair stand on end as his calloused hands encircled the sensitive skin of her back, and as he pulled her forward so that she could feel his wet arousal against her thigh, his mouth latched onto an aching nipple.

She made a little sound of pleasure in the back of her throat as her eyes fluttered shut under his mouth's skilled ministrations. She reached up and ran her fingers through his silken hair, enjoying how the short strands tickled in between her fingers. She jumped when she felt his teeth graze her, but the surprise quickly turned into soft pants as he ran his tongue and teeth against her in interval patterns, taking time to lavish both breasts until she was all but thrusting against him.

Knowing that she didn't want this to end by her coming without having even been touched yet, she pulled his head away and took a step back. She saw the confusion register on his face until she grabbed the zipper at her side and pulled it down, letting the skirt fall unceremoniously to the floor, revealing her bare, glistening sex to him.

He took himself in hand and started pumping himself lightly, not to bring himself to orgasm, but to relieve some of the unbearable tension. "Scully," he grunted, "You're killing me with the commando thing."

She laughed lightly, but when he started to get up she placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him back down. He looked up at her in confusion until she took a step forward and swung a leg over his, straddling him on his own office chair. Logistically, she wasn't sure how well this would work, but her whole life was testing the unknown with Mulder.

She lined herself up with him, with his aided guidance, and she placed one quick kiss on his lips before sliding back down again. They were a perfect off-tune harmony with their moans of satisfaction at feeling the other. It didn't matter that he'd been in her just last night, what mattered was that she felt like she'd die if he stopped and she needed him more than anything right now.

When she slid all the way down, she rotated her hips against him so that he ground into her as deeply as possible. His hands immediately shot to her waist to help add momentum as his brow furrowed in concentration. As best she could, she raised herself up and slowly started rocking against him, reveling in the sensations of him hitting new angles every time she sank back down on him. Her hands shot out to his shoulders for leverage as her thrusts began to pick up.

As much as she loved this, her lack of heels and her being on Mulder resulted in her being a little farther off the ground than what this position required. In sexual frustration she eased herself off him, trying not to laugh at the actual whine that left his mouth, but then she commanded him, "Keep your legs together more."

He complied without hesitation and she turned around, braced herself against the desk, straddled him once more, standing a bit more than before, and sat on him. His hands grabbed her hips and this new angle allowed for him to thrust up more than he could before. "God, you're incredible, Scully."

He let one hand sneak around her thigh to cup her sex, his middle finger coming out to circle her clit, causing her to gasp. "I could say the same thing to you," she groaned as she backed up into him more, loving the feeling of his abdomen against the cheeks of her ass.

The chair was squeaking under their frantic movements, but she honestly couldn't care less in that moment. All she cared about was that feeling of inevitability coiling in her abdomen as she slapped against him, his balls smashing against his hand and, by default, her clit with every thrust, sending her into a spiral of pleasure that had her resting her face on the desk and murmuring almost incoherently, "pleasedon'tstoppleasedon'tstop."

The mantra seemed to fuel him because his fingers started moving at a madman's pace and her orgasm didn't as much build up as it did hit her like a train. "Fuck! Mulder!" she screamed as her body convulsed in rapid tremors of pleasure. Her body dipped, but his arms came to encircle her and pull her flush against him, so that he was still inside her as her back was flush against his front. With strength that surprised her, he looped his hands under her thighs and lifted her up and down his shaft without any assistance from her as he continued pumping into her, frantically chasing his own orgasm.

She barely had calmed from her last orgasm when the second one hit her almost back to back. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as her back arched, and something about the new position must've done something for him because he was muffling the sounds of his own release by biting her shoulder. He lifted her a few more times before letting her simply sit on him as they both reclined in the chair, her whole body moving with the heaving of his chest as he caught his breath.

He raised his hand and moved some sweaty hair out of her face as he also pressed a light kiss to the area he'd just left a bite mark on.

"This was a one time thing, Mulder. I mean it. We can't have any more sex in the office. It's too risky," she explained, not diminishing the power or enjoyment of their experience, but now that the haze of lust had cleared, she was lightly chastising herself for being so reckless.

"Okay," he murmured, agreeable from being sated, but a little sad nonetheless. He placed another kiss to her bare shoulder and asked, "You're still coming over tonight though, right?" She could tell by his voice that he was scared she would take back her promise since they already had sex today.

She squeezed his hand lightly and brought it up to her lips so she could place a sweet kiss. "Yes, but I'm choosing the movie."