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iv. pris

"Mulder! The slide, please!"

He hadn't switched the slide because her recitation of paranormal theories had created quite a tent inside his pants, but he didn't want her to know that. He wanted to see how long she would go on, if he was being entirely honest. But her impatience-slash-excitement caused him to wordlessly switch the slide.

"Yes!" Scully clapped triumphantly as her suspicions bore out. He marveled at her ability to allow his crazy ideas to seep into her consciousness more and more. She'd certainly come a long way in their seven years together.

"Don't go thinking I'm gonna start doing the autopsies," he mumbled.

She looked at him smugly. "I wouldn't do that to you. I'd prefer you keep your lunch in your stomach."

It was a particularly hot day out, for April, and their flight to Kansas City wasn't until later that evening. There was absolutely nothing on their agenda for the remainder of the day and he could feel the idleness creeping towards them. The lights were dimmed, a fan was running, and that undercurrent of sexual tension he and Scully were so accustomed to vibrated through the stagnant air of the office.

Heat and boredom were a dangerous combination. To put it bluntly, he was horny as fuck.

"When are we leaving?" she asked, as she wandered away from him, into the back room. She must have sensed the same problem approaching just as he had and was distancing herself. She was astute, his Scully.

"Not until six-thirty," he sighed. He rolled the slideshow back to the battered pair of agents that looked remarkably like the two of them. "You have any interest in interviewing these two?"

Scully shrugged and planted herself in the chair in the back room, swiveling it towards the computer. "Sounds like they've already answered all the questions I have. Other than how they could possibly not be romantically involved after seven long years."

Mulder clicked off the projector, making the room even darker. "That is, indeed, a bigger mystery than the doppelgangers."

"Maybe they lied," she posited. "Office romances can be complicated."

"And you would know that… how, exactly, Scully?" he said playfully. "You've been in an office romance?"

"Well. I'm kind of… seeing this guy, you know. At work."

He grinned. "Before me," he clarified.

"Before you? Did I have a life before you?" she quipped at the computer.

"Seriously, I want to know."

His sleeves were rolled up and he laid his head on his arms on the desk, eyeing her. She looked up and over at him suspiciously.

"Well… there was Jack."

Mulder nodded encouragingly, remembering. "Yeah, okay. Who else?"

"Mulder…" she said warningly. He knew this kind of talk was probably against their "rules." But that was exactly what made it so intriguing.

"Come on, I want to know," he goaded.

She tried to ignore him, staring intently at the screen. But he knew she wasn't actually doing any work.

"No… dalliances? Flings? Interests? Nothing?" He wasn't sure exactly why he was asking. He honestly didn't want to know if she'd slept with anyone else at the FBI. But he was curious about her. She let so little of her personal life show, and ever since they started sleeping together he'd been learning more, little by little. Maybe it was a bad one, but it felt like a drug.

She eyed him, and looked away quickly but he noticed. "Ah! There! What was that?"

"It wasn't a relationship. It was one kiss," she said quickly.

"I knew it!" He had her now. No way she could back out. "Tell me."

She hesitated.

"You're killing me, Scully."

She sighed. "Fine. Skinner. Two years ago."

He lifted his head up. Skinner? "No," was all he could say.

She nodded somberly, then a tiny smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. She knew perfectly well this bit of information would drive him crazy.

He went through the full gamut of emotions, from shock to disgust to dismay to jealousy. Landing on that one would be embarrassing and ugly, so he tried to push past it into something else. "That's entirely inappropriate, Scully," he said.

Her eyebrow leapt to new heights as she looked him in the eye. Really? she seemed to say. He was surely one to talk.

"But… how…? Why…?" he sputtered, wondering if that particular image would ever leave his brain.

"If it's any comfort to know, I was only thinking of you at the time."

He made a face. Ew .

"Not like that," she laughed. "It was back when we were off the X files and you went missing. Remember, the Queen Anne ?"

"Yeah…?" He thought of the countless hours they'd spent outside each other's company over the years and suddenly his mind was flooded with an unfamiliar discomfort. They weren't exclusive, not technically. At least, they hadn't had that conversation yet. He certainly wasn't seeing anyone else; nor did he plan to. But he hadn't been deaf to Scully's wishes over the years either. He knew how much she wanted someone to have a life with, to settle down with. He knew how much she deserved that. And although it hadn't occurred to him she might want him to fill that particular role until fairly recently, he felt like he had been doing so anyway. They'd been exclusive to each other whether they'd admitted it or not.

The mere idea he hadn't had a real claim over her before now suddenly struck him. Who knew how many other men she'd kissed, touched, held, slept with all those years they hadn't been together because he was too afraid to make a move? That was bad enough to think about. But Skinner? Now he wished he'd never asked at all.

"Mulder," she said with a pout. "Come on." Her face reflected his discomfort and he wondered how upset he actually looked. "It was only for a second. A spur of the moment thing. A thank you, for helping save your life."

He supposed he deserved it for ditching her yet again, and had to agree that what he'd done was, as she'd said at the time, incredibly stupid. But he never told her he actually got to kiss her that night on the ship. He still wasn't sure if any of it was real, but he felt that punch she swung at him. Just like he felt that kiss. And now that he'd kissed her for real he was more certain than ever his visit to 1939 hadn't been just a dream.

"I can't believe you kissed Skinner," he shook his head. "Before you even kissed me."

"Well, whose fault is that, Mulder?" she asked.

"Both of ours," he said, pointing at her. She smiled, knowing he was right. Her eyebrow lifted again, and she turned back to the computer, tapping away. He suddenly had an urge to tell her about the kiss. He wanted to know what she'd say. And it wasn't like they had anything else to do.

He got up out of his chair and walked over to stand next to her, arms crossed, leaning against the table. He felt even taller than usual, and his crotch was so close to her face he could feel himself hardening. She was a literal sex magnet to him. It was nearly impossible lately to be in close proximity with her, something he suspected might happen if they ever took this particular plunge together. He'd been right, as usual.

"I kissed you on that ship, Scully," he said. She didn't look up, still staring intently at the computer.

"You mean the ghost ship? The one you imagined?"

"No, Scully… you were there. I kissed you, and… well, you punched me."

She chuckled and looked up at him. "That sounds right."

"It was more than just a second, though," he said, "and before you hit me, you kissed me back." He crouched down so he was right beside her, looking up at her now. "It was a good kiss."

She turned to face him and smoothed his hair back, letting her hand land on his cheek as he leaned into it. "Are you absolutely sure you didn't imagine it, Mulder?"

He turned his face to kiss her palm, and told her with his eyes what he wanted. She obliged, leaning in and kissing him softly at first, but to his great surprise she deepened the kiss and her tongue slowly entered his mouth, sensuously prodding his own. He felt the kiss throughout his entire body, every hair on his head standing on end, his blood rushing hot beneath his skin. She was good at kissing, really good, and for a moment he was transported back to middle school when kissing girls was something he was just learning to do. He'd always felt a step behind them in experience and today was no exception.

As in middle school, he felt familiar movement in his pants and just when he thought she might break all their rules after all, again, she pulled away slowly. Her eyes were closed and she opened them lazily.

"I don't know who you were kissing on that ship, but I think I'd have remembered something like that," she said, her voice molten.

He smiled and moved towards her to go back in for more but she put her hand on his chest to stop him. "I think it's time to get back to work now, okay?"

He groaned. "There's nothing to do, Scully. We finished our paperwork. Flight's not for a few hours. We're running out the clock down here, it's fucking hot outside and you look so goddamn good I'm crawling up the walls."

In his exasperation he gestured, knocking a pen off the table, and it rolled underneath her chair. He knelt down to pick it up and as he moved closer he noticed she wasn't wearing any nylons, which was unusual. Not entirely capable of helping himself, he leaned in to kiss her shin.

"What are you doing down there?" she asked, in a tone that indicated she knew exactly what he was doing down there.

"I'm getting the pen," he said, and dragged it along her leg. She reached down and took it out of his hand, returning it to the table.

"Sorry, it's your legs," he admitted. "They do things to me."

She crossed her legs and leaned down. "Okay, Agent. We're on the clock, remember?"

He grinned and looked up with mischievous eyes, tapping her calf with his index finger. "Where are your nylons, Scully?"

"It's hot out," she explained. "And I'm trying to work," she added.

He ignored her, knowing she wasn't "working" at all. He crawled underneath the desk and gripped her calves with both hands, gently uncrossing them. He situated himself so he was almost completely obscured beneath the desk. She let him part her legs and he could hear her inhale sharply as he dragged his finger up her inner thigh and across the surface of her panties, finding her already soaking wet. Whether it was sweat or arousal, he didn't care. It was fucking fantastic.

"Jesus, Mulder…"

Her intoxicating scent rendered him completely incapable of controlling himself and he brought his face into his very favorite location, pulling aside her panties, blowing cool air onto her. He felt her thighs seize up as she gasped.

"We really shouldn't…" her voice hitched, her protests weak and unconvincing. She made no attempt to stop him, and when her hands threaded into his hair and began kneading his scalp he knew she wanted it as badly as he did.

"Yes, we should. Right now," he declared. He slid her panties off and pulled her into his face, her chair rolling along with her. His tongue entered her, flicking up and down lightly, teasing and tasting. He could hear her biting her lip to prevent herself from screaming but he wanted to make her scream right now, more than anything. The tip of his tongue found her clit and as he circled it with precision he slid two fingers up inside her and his wish was granted. She cried out as she gripped his hair, yanking and pulling oh my god Mulder …

He slid his long fingers along her inner walls with one hand and gripped the underside of her thigh with the other, pushing upwards. She took the hint and lifted her legs over his shoulders, hooking her heels on the edge of the table. His face was now buried inside her, and his previously established boredom had taken a significantly positive turn.

He could live down here, he thought, as he gave her the focus and attention he would any X file. On countless other days in this office, with no caseload to keep them occupied, paperwork and boredom their only refuge, his fantasies of having his face between her thighs would have been his only option. But right now, he didn't have to imagine. His fantasy was real, and he wanted to indulge, in spite of their rules. They'd wasted too many days sitting across from each other simply eating lunch. Today, she was on the menu.

Scully's ability to let herself go when they were alone aroused him endlessly, and when she let it happen in their office was quickly becoming his kink. She pulled and twisted his hair, his name repeatedly flying from her mouth, a name this office had heard hundreds of times uttered in frustration or annoyance by any number of people, but not like this. This "Mulder!" was relatively new. He hoped the office walls liked it as much as he did.

He hadn't been at it long when he felt her gyrating into his mouth in a way that he knew meant she was already close. And after another couple moments she broke apart, pulling him into her, slapping her hand on the table. He was grateful for it; if she'd fucked his face for a second longer, he was certain he'd have come hard right back regardless of his intentions for the rest of this encounter.

He pulled away for a second, breathing hard, thinking of Flukeman and Frohike and whatever else would keep him from finishing right now in his pants. Luckily Scully was breathing hard as well, and after he'd reeled himself back sufficiently she brought her legs down and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him sloppily. The taste of her mouth combined with the taste of her sex made his cock spring back to attention.

"Thanks," she mumbled into his mouth, biting down on his lower lip. "Should I be worried about how easily you can convince me of anything?"

"I know I broke the rules a bit, but… technically, it wasn't sex. Right?"

"Mulder, that was sex. Trust me, I'm a scientist."

He shrugged, stood, and pulled her up out of her chair. She seemed to have trouble standing, her legs were a bit wobbly. He smiled, knowing he was to thank for that, and moved her around the side of the table, against the wall. There were stacks and stacks of files and papers around them, a microscope and a projector. He thought for a moment they should probably tidy up, but… after. Definitely after.

He brought his face up close to hers. "I guess we may as well keep breaking the rules then, huh?"

He took both her wrists and slowly lifted them up and over her head, pressing them firmly against the wall. She started breathing heavily and turned her head to the side. He grinned at her reaction, knowing she'd never resist a little rulebreaking now.

"Oh, god…" she whimpered.

He'd recently discovered something exciting about his little Scully he was thrilled to have learned: she enjoyed a bit of restraint. He came up close to her ear. "Do you want this, Scully?"

"Want what?" she opened one eye and grinned. She wanted to hear him say it.

He had no objections. "Do you want me to fuck you against the wall?"

"Yes," she panted, widening her stance, and then it was all over.

He kissed her roughly, keeping her arms pinned above her head, as he unbuttoned her shirt with the other hand. Their tongues battled and they moaned, and his hand was inside her bra quickly, pinching one of her hardened buds with his hot fingers, squeezing her breast eagerly. She arched upwards ohmygodMulder as he lowered his lips to cover her other nipple, pink and turgid in his mouth. He sucked and pulled as hard as she wanted. And she wanted it hard.

"Harder, Mulder," she breathed, outside herself. He bit down, hard, and she cried out in pleasure as she grinded against him.

His cock was so engorged it was painful and he knew he didn't have long, so he undid his pants and, keeping her arms pinned above her head with one hand, pulled her skirt up with the other, bending his knees slightly to meet her. He held her underneath her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him; she was so light he was able to use her weight as leverage as he held her against the wall. He narrowed his eyes at her, voracious, and then he pushed up into her until she gasped and buried her face against his shoulder. It was moments like these he adored their height difference; she was so small in his arms it made everything about this relatively easy.

Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, her breasts exposed and and his pants were around his ankles, but they were still mostly dressed, FBI agents on the clock. He thrust up inside her and out again, adjusting his angle, watching her face to know when he was hitting the perfect spot. Learning what she loved the most was just one more quest he was thrilled to embark on. After a few seconds he found it, and she threw her head back, eyes flying open as he slid his hand from her wrists up to her own hands, and her fingers closed around his, squeezing tightly.

They slammed against the wall over and over, and the table next to them shifted and papers fell to the ground. Some X rays on the light box next to her head came off and fluttered to the floor. He could tell she was close already, and as she began to close her eyes again in heated anticipation of her release he brought his face up close to hers until their noses were touching, her eyes flying back open. "Look at me, Scully." She kept her eyes open and they watched each other closely. It was intense, their passion; it all felt so good, and just as the familiar sensations of his own climax approached he heard a knock at the door to the office.

Scully's face was flushed and her eyes widened as they looked at each other, both quieting down instantly. He slammed her against the wall and held her underneath her ass with one arm, her arms still pinned above her head, his cock pulsating within her rapidly tightening walls. Their noses were pressed together as he attempted to flatten them behind the small partition. He brought his lips into a silent shhhh, indicating to her to stay quiet, which he knew wasn't necessary but she nodded anyway. Now that they'd stopped fucking he could feel his legs getting weaker by the second. Maybe if they were quiet, whoever it was would just go away.

Suddenly the door flew open and a wave of panic spread throughout his body. Fuck, we forgot to lock the door?

"Agent Mulder?" came a coquettish female voice. "Are you here? I was hoping we could maybe go grab a cup of coffee?"

It was Linda the intern, who had recently been making not-so-subtle advances in his direction. He'd tried to put her off on more than one occasion but she was evidently goddamn persistent.

Scully's head dropped back and it was one of those moments where she looked into his eyes and he understood everything, as if they were having an actual conversation.

Who's coming down here looking for you to have coffee? her eyes said.

It's no one, it's nothing, please believe me, his own eyes replied.

Their sexual relationship had just begun; the last thing he needed right now was Scully doubting his loyalty. Her eyes softened, satisfied, and she smiled as she began grinding slowly against him again. He wondered if she was trying to torture him, or if maybe she actually wanted the owner of this intrusive female voice to see this, to see Agent Fox Mulder make Agent Dana Scully come hard in their office.

His thoughts focused on silently willing the intern to go away but his hope was for naught, as the nosy little fucker came all the way into the office and got a definite eyeful of them in a most compromising position.

"Oh!" she jumped back and Mulder shifted his body to cover as much of Scully as he possibly could. He expected the girl to turn and run, embarrassed, but strangely she did not. She looked at them curiously and instead said to Mulder, "But… I thought you said you two were just friends."

She continued standing there staring at them, frozen on the spot, until Scully apparently had had enough. "Um… do you mind?!" she asked brusquely.

Again, the typical reaction would have been to skedaddle, but this Linda was apparently a rare breed. "You really shouldn't be doing that down here," she snapped. "I'm going to have to tell the assistant director."

Mulder gaped at her, incredulous. "Get out!" She didn't move. "Get the fuck out, Linda!"

Linda finally removed herself by turning on her heel, striding towards the door.

"And shut the door!" Mulder yelled after her. She did.

Scully looked annoyed, but somewhat amused. "Who's Linda?" she asked.

"Who cares?" he replied, and crushed his mouth to hers once again, his climax still within his grasp. He hoped hers was too.

She began to slip down so he let go of her wrists to get a better hold on her, pumping in and out until he heard her moaning again. Her hands instinctively grabbed his face and she continued kissing him until she couldn't stop her screams of pleasure. She threw her head back, calling out his name again and again and part of him hoped Nosy Linda was still outside the door, hearing everything they were doing.

"Scully…" he groaned. "Can't hold off… much longer…"

Luckily she cried out just then and gripped his waist like a vice, and he could feel her tight heat crushing him as he emptied inside of her. They then both slid slowly down to the floor. He rested his head against her forehead, pulling her into his lap, and as she stroked his hair with her hands he felt himself finally deflating inside her.

"Don't move, please," she said, and he obeyed. He was learning she loved this part, the part where they stayed together in their postcoital bliss, breathing heavily, listening to their heartbeats. His own heart burned and grew every time; he didn't think anything could be better than this.

"So we were talking… about office relationships, Mulder?" she grinned as she panted, chest heaving.

"There's nothing wrong with the relationship part," he said. "Maybe sex in the workplace should be avoided."

"Yeah, I know, Einstein," she laughed. "I'm pretty sure I keep telling you that. Over and over and over."

"I'm glad I don't ever listen, to be honest."

"Do you really think she'll tattle on us?" Scully asked, craning her neck to indicate Nosy Linda.

"She's not going to tell Skinner," he said. "I doubt she even knows where his office is."

"What was that all about, Mulder?" she asked. "Why did she come down here looking for you?" Her voice wasn't accusatory, merely curious. He loved that about her; her brief moment of concern had been completely allayed by his look alone. She trusted him, as always.

"I've told her at least twice I wasn't interested," he explained. "I don't know, Scully. What can I say?"

"You could have told her you were seeing someone," she pointed out.

"You're right, I could have," he said. "But I thought we were keeping this on the down low. I guess now that's shot to shit," he chuckled.

"It doesn't matter, I suppose," Scully sighed, nuzzling into his neck as he held her. "Even if she tells someone, everyone thinks we're sleeping together anyway, I'm sure." She squeezed him tighter and he never, ever wanted to move, even though he knew they would have to eventually.

He wrapped his arms around her tighter and laid back, so she was on top of him, and kissed her. He could see the clock over her shoulder and it was about 3:00; they'd get to leave soon. She leaned up a bit to look at him and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and he honestly couldn't remember ever feeling so happy.

"What time's our flight again?" she asked.

"Six thirty," he replied.

She chuckled and leaned down to kiss him again. "Well, it's a good thing we did this, since we have all those rules about sex in the field."