"Well, it's MY dream, so I get to choose." She stuck her chin out stubbornly.
"That's fair." He wondered what she would choose; if she didn't remember this when the drug wore off, he would have valuable information that he could use in the future, when the time came to have 'that' conversation. And if she DID remember it... well then this was the first day of the rest of their lives.
"I think we should play a game" she nodded decisively. "It's called 'thou shalt not kiss thy partner'. "
"Well that doesn't sound fun" he pouted, disappointed.
She smiled wickedly. "Trust me".
His stomach did a little flip at the look in her eyes. "Okay... How do we play?"
"If you kiss your partner, you lose".
"I disagree. Sounds like a win-win to me..."
"That's the rules. First one to give in loses."
"Oh I see where you're going. We try to make each other lose."
"I haven't lost for six years, in spite of excessive temptation. You're going down, G Man."
"Um, actually, Arcadia?"
"Um, actually, YOU lost in Arcadia."
"Funny. Felt like winning."
She blushed.
"So, what are the rules, Miss Scully? What... techniques can we employ?"
"Well, in reality there's no need for rules, because YOU don't hit below the belt. You just get way too close to me. And sling innuendo."
"How close is too close?"
He soon regretted asking, as she immediately cupped his face and brought it down to hers so their lips were almost touching. He ached to move just that last half inch and claim her mouth.
"Anything up to here is okay" She wasn't letting him go, and the electricity continued to build. His breath sped up, but so did hers. He didn't want to be the first to pull away.
"But this is a dream, so you might do... anything..." she said shakily. "So maybe we need rules."
"No hitting below the belt. Got it." Okay, he had to pull away, or this game was going to be over way too fast. He backed up and sat on the bed, and she leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. "Round one" he commented.
She fixed her eyes on his, lids heavy, a suggestive smile playing around her lips. "Mulder, what do you think about, when you're alone at night?"
Of course, her words immediately brought his favourite night-time fantasy right to the front of his mind.
"Well played." He admitted.
"No, I want you to tell me" he couldn't seem to look away from her intense gaze.
"I see, you want to know my fantasies, to give you ammunition"
"Exactly. Spill."
Oh ho. This is going to backfire on you, little lady, he thought. You forget I'm pretty good with words.
"We're in the office. You're doing paperwork. I'm staring at your mouth."
He stared at it now, unashamedly, until she got self conscious and licked her lips.
"And you do that, and I love how your wet lips sparkle. You keep resting your pencil on your lower lip, and I want to replace that pencil with something of mine."
She flushed. Ha. One to Nothing. "I get up and come round behind you. I lean down and look over your shoulder. You look up but I'm so close your lips brush mine. I feel you shiver."
She shivered.
"I spin your chair around and put a hand on each armrest. You're trapped."
She bit her lip.
"I lean forwards, and my weight makes the seat recline so you're underneath me. You ask me what the hell I'm doing. I say I need you to get me a file. You do as you're told like a good girl."
For some reason, this made her draw in a shaky breath. He mentally filed that for later exploration.
"You're over by the filing cabinets, looking in a drawer."
He stood up.
"I come up beside you and you spin around."
He started moving towards her without taking his gaze from hers. Her eyes widened.
"I move in, you back up"
He moved in. She backed up.
"But the drawer prevents your escape."
Her back hit the wall with a gentle thud that made her gasp.
"Now you're backed against the filing cabinet. I take one of your hands and put it through the handle of a drawer."
He moved closer, until she was pressed right up against the wall, and wrapped a hand around her wrist, holding it by her side.
"I put your other hand through another handle. You can't move."
Her breathing was becoming laboured.
"You try to speak, but I put my finger on your lips. I run it down over your chin, down your neck, down between your breasts, to the first button of your shirt."
His eyes followed this path, and further, as the first two buttons were already undone. He watched her somewhat exposed chest rising and falling heavily. Hypnotic.
"I pop that pesky button, and run my fingers down to the next one. And the next. And the next…"
He saw her eyes flutter closed for a second, before she regained control and opened them again.
"I run my hands inside the shirt, from your waist, up over your breasts, your shoulders... I push the shirt off your shoulders and it pools around your wrists. I wrap it tighter. Can't have you getting away."
He gave himself a mental high-five. His face was so close to hers, and he was totally in control, for now at least, while she seemed to be struggling for breath.
"I take hold of a fistful of your hair, and pull your head back. With the other hand, I undo your front-closure bra, push it off your shoulders, and leave it hanging round your wrists with your shirt. Then I gently slide my hand up your body, and with my thumb, I gently roll your..."
"Okay, okay, stop. Fucking hell." Her bottom lip was trembling as she fought for breath. He backed away a little, and she slid slowly down the wall to the floor as if her legs wouldn't hold her. Head on her knees, she admitted "You're... rather astoundingly good at this game." Another deep breath. "Fuck."
"By the rules, that was NOT below the belt."
"No. No, it wasn't."
"I didn't have to back off just then." he mentioned, casually.
"No. That was very chivalrous of you." she said archly.
"I could totally have won already." he was grinning now.
"Hmph."
"Good comeback. Very loquacious."
"Bite me."
"Where?"
She looked up at him. "I should have known you'd be way too good at this."
He grinned again. "You're not giving up are you? I didn't finish telling you my fantasy"
"Why don't you just give me the Cliff's Notes"
"In short? Well, obviously, I fuck your brains out against the filing cabinets"
She let out a laugh. "Glib."
"I make you scream my name so loud Skinner can hear it from his office"
"Wow."
He grinned again. She tried to keep her face straight. "Maybe Skinner hears it and joins in?"
His smile vanished. "Hell no. You're all mine, Scully. No sharing."
"Yours…" she said, her eyes searching his.
"Mine" he said with finality.
They simply looked at each other for a few moments.
Then she took a deep breath, and then said, conversationally, "So, you want to fuck my brains out, huh?"
"God, yes."
"That might be a challenge. I'm quite smart." She pursed her lips, musing.
"True."
She raised an eyebrow "You may need to practise a bit."
"Yes please."
"You could start with a back rub. I've been all tensed up for ages over here without realising it. Your fault entirely. Fix me."
"Yes ma'am!"
Ha! He thought. Another hidden talent I can employ. I'm going to win this game, Scully. Then you're MINE.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed. "Sit" he ordered. She obeyed at once, with an odd twinkle in her eyes. He crawled around behind her, and tugged a little at the collar of her shirt. His shirt. Due to the two open buttons, he was able to pull the collar a little way down her back, giving him access to her skin. He went to work. As his thumbs kneaded the tense shoulder muscles, she drew in her breath sharply.
He continued, eliciting a shaky sigh, as her head dipped to one side to give him better access. His fingers twitched, itching to run along that exposed neck. Fuck it, he thought, and stroked a finger up from her collarbone to her ear. She trembled.
He noticed movement, and saw in the reflection in the floor-length mirror that she was clenching her toes. That was a good sign.
He worked his way down her back with one thumb each side of her spine, loving the way she jerked under his hands when he reached a particularly sensitive part. He put his hands up inside the shirt to reach the lower part of her back, and heard her gasp as he made contact with the hidden skin. His fingers wrapped around her waist as he worked on her lower back with his thumbs, and she wriggled.
"That tickles!" she complained.
He ran his fingers along the waistband of the pyjama pants. She arched her back reflexively, and in the mirror he admired the view of her chest thrusting forward. "What, this?" he said, doing it again.
"Yes" she said, breathily, and his pulse picked up as images started to flash across his mind.
The pyjama pants were dangerously loose. He had access to her skin down past her hips. He wondered if the definition of 'below the belt' moved as the belt moved. In which case he just had to push the pants further down… those unbidden images reared, and he tried to get a hold of himself, but he could feel Evil-Mulder taking control.
Moving up her back and over the shirt, he took hold of her shoulders again, eliciting a small moan. His eyes glazed over a little as he watched her reflection in the mirror; eyes closed, face flushed, hair disheveled, head tipped back, his hands on her skin… Fuck, this seemed to be backfiring on HIM as much as on her.
He worked his thumbs up each side of her neck and she made little whimpering sounds with each movement, sounds which instantly made him picture her beneath him as he pounded into her…
"God, Mulder, you're good at this" she breathed.
Oh yeah. Evil-Mulder was fully in charge now, he had no control over his hands as they possessed her skin while he watched the mirror, helpless. "Am I?" he heard Evil-Mulder say.
"Yes" she gasped out, and in his head, the Scully he was mercilessly fucking was shouting 'yes! yes!'.
He was painfully hard now. Something had to give.
That exposed neck was so close. He bent his head so that his breath tickled her, and allowed his lips to just brush her tender skin.
Then she whimpered his name, and he lost it.
He swivelled out from behind her, the sudden loss of support making her fall back on the bed, and in a moment he was on top of her, pinning her wrists beside her head and finally claiming her mouth with his.
It was everything he had been picturing since that night in the Falls, and more.
He was lost in her.
Right up until the moment she pushed him away, grinned, and said
"I win"