Goodness I'm sorry I'm such a tease in advance!
In Your Dreams
"Hey good morning Scully," Mulder was extremely happy to see his beautiful partner at work this Monday morning, the last couple nights he'd had strange dreams and seeing her face here with him made the thoughts dissipate.
"Morning, why so umm… peppy this morning Mulder? Is there a special someone in your life that you wish to share with me?" she smiled at him; his grin was making her happy she was at work with him as well.
"Well, umm, not quite. I'm just glad I have some female company this morning." Mulder hung his coat up and squeezed in close to Scully, touching her just barely and inhaling her, the smell of her hair and perfume. It wasn't close enough for her to notice anything different and he made his way to his desk and plopped down. Scully looked at him suspiciously, not sure what he meant by that.
"So you are just happy I'm here as a woman?" She was confused and furrowed her brow at him. "Are you feeling ok? Did something happen this weekend I should know about…?" she was hesitant to ask, fearing some bimbo broke his heart.
"Scully let's just say I'm grateful to see you after some strange dreams I had this weekend. Let's leave it at that alright?" he was avoiding divulging any more information than he needed to but he just wanted to reaffirm he had feelings for her.
"So what's on today's agenda?" Scully sat across from Mulder wondering what really was on today's docket. Mulder pursed his lips in deep thought, obviously still distracted.
"I really don't know Scully…my brain is not in it today."
"Mulder, what the hell is wrong with you? Have you been experimenting with drugs or did you have a bad one night stand…please tell me what's going on, this isn't you!" She was confused and frustrated that he was so unprepared for his day.
"Scully I've been having strange dreams is all, dreams make people crazy but these ones have been vivid, vulgar and I can't—"
"Dreams Mulder, this is all about dreams? What could have been so damn bad that you are a different person come Monday morning?" Scully sighed and looked at him, hoping for a better answer. Mulder knew dreams usually meant nothing, just the brain trying to figure all ones information, he wasn't a Freudian by any means but some sex dreams just were something he'd care not to involve himself in.
"Scully haven't you ever had a sex dream that you just wish you could wake up out of…?" he looked at her like it was a normal day to day question. She looked at him like he was crazy, of course she had sex dreams, who didn't, but God knows she didn't want to be awoken from them most of the time. It was easier for a girl to have orgasms in her sleep without being drenched the following morning; she smiled to herself at the thought. "Hey, Scully, come on help me out here." Mulder noticed she had dazed out for a moment.
"Mulder, most people don't want to wake up from sex dreams, it's a great way to get the mind into the pleasure aspect of the whole ordeal. I'll admit to them and honestly not once have I thought, 'gee I wish I could wake up from this nightmare of a sex dream.'" He stared at her trying to see her reasoning.
"Yeah I know Scully; it sounds ridiculous that's why I didn't really want to get into it…." He was quiet for several minutes, thinking about his next thought carefully, "…Scully...have you umm—have you ever had a sex dream that involved another woman?" he closed his eyes, embarrassed that he asked the question, she'll put the pieces together I'm sure.
"Yes." Scully answered matter of fact and simply that it caused Mulder's eyes to catch hers, "...Mulder it's only natural to think about colleagues or friends, male or female, sometimes weather we want to or not, they come through our dreams, answering questions—"
"Yeah I know how dreams work Scully, didn't we have this talk before?" it was a rhetorical question but she nodded in agreement, quite a few years ago that conversation happened.
"Did you have a dream that involved you with another man…?" Mulder nodded and blushed slightly, disturbed at the thought yet again.
"I really think who it was bothered me more than the actual sex part of the dream but putting the two together…I—I just—I just wanted to wake up so bad." He sighed at put his head in his hands.
"Wh—" she was cut off even before she finished the question.
"Skinner…" his face was still buried in his hands as the muffled reply came out.
"You had a sex dream about Skinner?" she swallowed a laugh and bit her lip.
"I know you are just hysterical on the inside, go on, let it out." He looked up at her and glared as she smiled at him.
"I'm not laughing I promise…."
"Liar…Scully, it was so bad, I just can't get the images out of my head. I mean don't get me wrong he's a great guy but—AHH!" he screamed out loud trying to shake the images from his head. Scully made her way over to him and rubbed his shoulder gently, feeling sympathetic towards him.
"If it makes you feel any better…I've had sex dreams about him too…" she tried and it jolted his eyes upright staring at her, grinning at him and biting her bottom lip.
"Yeah but it's male to female with you. Some guys aren't meant to think about these things with other men." He was still embarrassed and not sure what the dreams meant.
"I've had my fair share of sex dreams with women, trust me…" she faded off as he interrupted again.
"It's just not the same. I'm not homophobic Scully; I just think the fact that it was with Skinner really bothered me." He laughed lightly.
"…I'll admit Mulder, the ones I've had about you were much better…" she slightly whispered and moved away from him as if she hadn't said anything at all.
"You've had sex dreams about me Scully?" she had peaked his interest and wanted to know more.
"Are you surprised? I mean we have worked together for the past umm …6 years. You are a huge part of my life…" she was casual as she explained dreaming about him and he somehow forgot what his problem was and was very much intrigued by her dreams.
"Are you going to elaborate or just leave me hanging?" he was desperate to know more. He'd had plenty of sex dreams about her but he never thought she'd up and admit to her own.
"I'm not going to get into the details of my sexual dreams about you or anyone for that matter, so no, let's leave it at that shall we?"
"Scully, you can't just say that and leave it." He stood up and started poking his finger in an accusatory manner.
"Yeah, actually I can." She wandered back to her area and sat down, working on some paper work. Both of them silent for several minutes, the tapping of a pen on a folder by Mulder and Scully's foot worked its way back and forth, a habit when she focused on something so intently.
"Well…" Mulder piped up finally, "…my sex dreams about you are much better too…" he exposed his weakness in that very moment and caught Scully very much off guard. She stilled her foot and pretended to look focused at the file she was reading, swallowing hard as her face flushed and her breathing intensified slightly. Mulder resumed his reading and left it at that.
Shit, shit, shit! Was all Scully's mind was thinking, she had opened this can of worms and now it was in the air that they obviously had strong fantasy like dreams about one another.
"So uhh—"she was trying to focus on work but now her own dreams raced through her mind, "…you going to share your dreams about me in more detail or leave me hanging?"
"Tit for tat Scully, if I share you have to share…" he was hoping his sharing might intrigue her enough to share her own, but it was Scully after all, he wasn't so sure she wouldn't back out just the same. "…if you go first, I'll promise to share as much as you want to hear….you know me Scully I don't back away from the sexual…." He blinked slowly at the challenge he presented her with. Scully sighed in frustration and the need to know but not sure she wanted to know what Mulder's dream state did with her body.
"Okay…but you—"He laughed at her as she agreed to his request.
"Scully I'll tell you I promise….you might not like it but I'll tell you if you want to know…" he smiled at her.
"So what do you want to know?" She didn't really know where to begin herself so looking to Mulder hoping for some coaching.
"Ok so when you have these 'dreams' where are we?"
"Most of the time we are here in the basement. There has been a couple at my apartment and yours…" she was hesitant to mention the last two but figured she'd beat him to the punch, Mulder does like specificity.
"Jeez Scully, do these dreams affect you often?" he joked with her and she turned a deep shade of red again.
"Well share your favorite one…don't skimp on the dirty details." He waggled his eyebrows.
"You know this is extremely uncomfortable for me…I can barely share my sex dreams with girlfriends."
"Come on Scully you know that you and I are closer than any of you and your girlfriends." It was the truth; she'd spent more time with him than a lot of her friends these days. It was much easier to befriend guys working at the FBI, but there were a few of the ladies around she'd talk to occasionally, but never about this.
"Well, it usually begins like any other day at the office, you coming to work, I'm already here…." She swallows hard and tries to think of details, "…usually you umm—come up behind me, because I'm deeply engrossed into something…your hands, umm, make their way to my hips and you press your body tightly against mine—"she is having a hard time putting all the words in the right place, without being driven mad by her own dream fantasies. "…you uhh, kiss my neck and your hands make their way down my legs, usually covered by a skirt…" another hard swallow, "…sometimes your hands come up and grab at my breasts…" she has turned very red thinking about the dream that she is desperately trying to convey into words, "you turn me and we kiss deeply, I feel uhh—you pressing against my stomach. Usually you get a little into the moment and are forceful with me, kissing and biting at my ear and neck, pushing me back against the wall…your hands run up my legs, underneath my skirt—for some reason I never seem to be wearing nylons or underwear." Scully laughs at the randomness of her dream and convenience they always seem to offer her. "You cup at my butt and feel your way to 'other regions,'" she wasn't feeling the need to get too specific with him. "…anyways, you end up dropping your pants and are conveniently not wearing underwear…" laughing again at the thought, she caught Mulder's eyes looking at her, glossed over and focused on every word she was saying. "…and we end up against the wall…" she sighed knowing her story telling was over and thankful that it was.
Mulder just stared at her in disbelief not sure how to respond to her dream. Obviously grateful his crotch was hidden by his desk as he had gotten uncomfortable her talking about this with him.
"Scully, women's dreams are so much more detailed than guys let me tell you…maybe I should have gone first…" he stared at her, his eyes were dark and she could tell he was aroused just by the look on his face.
"Well, you asked and now I've spilled my guts about you…pay up." She was flushed and aroused herself but she couldn't allow the dream to play out today, she wasn't ready for that quite yet in their relationship, it was bad enough that they were talking about it. She was probably going to try and get out a little early in order to avoid any unnecessary time spent around him in his 'condition.'
"Scully, mine is so boring, comparatively…"
"Spill it, I don't care! I laid it all out for you." She was defensive and getting angry that he was trying to back out of their bargain. Mulder cleared his throat and thought for a moment about his favorite Scully dream.
"Ok my favorite or how it normally happens?"
"Whichever, I'm all ears…" Scully made her way towards Mulder's desk, the need to be closer to him was strong, she wasn't sure she could trust herself or him at that point but she needed to try and being close presented the challenge.
"Well usually, here, it begins like every other day we get to work and do half ass work then I ask for your help with something and you lean over the side of the desk, pointing at something and I get distracted by your smell, or your hair falling down across your face, the delicate way your fingers point something out to me and I'm obviously not paying attention to the page but your hand—" he was starting to sound like a stalker, "I start to drift, in my dream, about you, what your touches do to me, what they could do to me and I grab your hand gently and bring it to my mouth, kissing the digits carefully and start sucking on your fingers. You look at me confused and flustered, not sure what to do, but my hands pull at your arms to sit on my lap and we kiss, your lips, fuck Scully do you have any idea what they do to me…" Mulder catches Scully's gaze and she is breathing heavy, he can tell from the heave of her breasts. "…ultimately we-you end up bent over the desk and—I don't think I have to go into much more detail." Mulder cleared his throat and was feeling incredibly uncomfortable in his office chair, trying hard to conceal himself from her. "…and that's about it." He rose from his seat gently and caught her staring at him, her arousal was peaked, her chest and neck were flushed and her eyes were as dark as his, Mulder was inching his way closer to Scully, watching her and the tension was building.
"Back to work then?" He stood about a foot away from her. Staring down upon her and she swallowed hard, biting her lip as he spoke, his voice was low and trying to maintain professionalism.
"Yeah…do you have the umm—the Miller case file?" She was trying to get her mind back on work.
Fuck. Shit. AHH! Both of them were thinking simultaneously and returned to their corners, trying desperately to focus on work and not steal glances at each other. This is going to be the longest, tension filled day ever.
