I'll be honest and say this was KIND of based around a dream I had as a teenager...how crazy huh!?


Burlesque Scully?

"Scully? What are you doing here? Are you ok?" she looked at him but no response, just a cheeky grin spread across her face. "Scully?" He didn't recall making his way home but was happy he was there.

"Mulder?" She was being playful and strange, he was surely confused and not sure what was going on, she hadn't called him or remembered them planning a date night. "I'm here for you." Her eyes were heavy with make-up, her blue's sparkled like nothing he'd ever seen before, she was dolled up for him, her cheeks were rouged and her lips pink and pouty. God she looks incredible. Her hair was curlier than usual though and pulled into a clip and she wore a long trench coat covering most of her body. Mulder bit his lip as he got up and crossed his living room towards her; she was watching him intently, wondering what he would want her to do for him. She was wearing heels he noticed because she was taller than usual as well, bringing her hands to the tie of the coat she undid the belt and let it slip to the side, Mulder caught a glimpse of black lace and red and was entirely confused.

"What's wrong Mulder? Don't like the new me? I just want to help you fulfill fantasies…I know you spend too much time watching those videos of yours." She winked at him and pulled her arms above her, gently tugging at the clip in her hair; it tumbled down in a flock of curls and waves, a cascading red shower, slightly covering parts of her face.

Mulder's mouth was dry as he watched his partner, standing so close, yet so far away, not able to touch her for some reason…he was frozen in time watching her. The jacket slipped from her shoulders and created a pile at her feet that she stepped out of as she closed the gap between them. She was clad in a tight, red, corset styled top, breasts practically bursting from the top, the black lace trim is what got Mulder the most. It matched the barely there, black lace panties that she was wearing with lacy garters and thigh highs and adorned on her petite feet were magnificent heels that showed off her muscular legs. She was beautiful, something from a pinup or a naughty burlesque show; she fit in the outfit wonderfully. It was something Mulder never imagined her wearing but he wasn't complaining and neither was his groin.

Reaching her hands up she touched his chest, clad in a tight t-shirt, always a favorite of hers he knew. Showing off his strong arms and wonderful pectoral muscles, her hands teased the skin at the sleeves and the neckline. Mulder inhaled a quick breath not sure what was going on but let the teasing continue. Pushing him back towards the coffee table, her heels clacking on the wood floors of his apartment, the back of Mulder's legs hit the table and he sat, looking at her, mesmerized by her seduction of him.

"I know you want this…" Scully's voice was low and seductive; he couldn't imagine a more arousing sight. In all the videos he'd ever watched there was nothing compared to this, she straddled him on the coffee table, feeling her press against him, her warm skin touching his, her shoulder bare for attack and he did so lavishly, making his way from her exposed white neck, catching the glitter of her cross which didn't suit her style at the moment but it was further arousing, making it to her shoulders and biting gently at her sensitive flesh.

"Mmulder….what do you want from me?" she moaned her question, staring into his eyes, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands playing in his hair, tugging at it gently, bringing her mouth to his ear and kissing it lightly, "…I'm an open book…tell me what you want…" she whispered and licked at his lobe gently. He was speechless, he wasn't sure what to say, he didn't want to sound corny and he was having a hard time keeping his cool as it was.

"Can the uhhh—can the panties come off but the rest stay on…?" he was quiet in his request, hoping to God that it was an easy request and she nodded a yes. Scully removed herself from his lap and stood, slowly bringing her hands to the waist of her panties, twirling around, she was sure to give him a good show. Bending over as she pulled the panties down, exposing her backside and flushed center to him… "Holy shit, Scully you are going to kill me…" Mulder was trying so hard to keep himself under control and not just taking her then and there, feeling unbelievably hard and uncomfortable, he'd hold out to see more of her.

Backing up to him after her little show she sat on his lap, facing away from him and bringing her feet to rest on the edge of the coffee table, exposing herself fully for the world to see. Scully laid back slightly onto Mulder's shoulder his mouth kissing the nape of her neck and upper back slightly, biting at her shoulders every now and again.

"Touch me, Mulder…" there was no hesitation from him, bringing his hands underneath her legs and feeling for her center he found the lips easily, dripping with wetness, he played with her, exploring folds and crevices with a certain tenderness and teasing manner, making her whimper for her release. His fingers penetrated her and his other hand found her clit, rubbing furiously, making her thrust against him, her backside rubbing on his cock, "…Oh God, Mulder…faster, pl—please…." He teased her more, not wanting her to have her satisfaction quite yet, but the pleasure he was getting by her rubbing on his cock was amazing. She howled as he pumped his fingers faster in her, then she went taut as her orgasm wracked her over, breathing heavily, Mulder felt her insides grip around his fingers and was sure he'd lose it before he had a chance to be with her. Gently lifting her before she totally got back to herself, he shed his flannels turned her to face him and placed her back on his lap lowering her onto his cock, which wanted nothing more than to explode but he needed to enjoy what he could out of it. He sat on the table trusting up into her, a little awkwardly but she was reciprocating his thrusts making it easier on him…

"Oh fuck , Scully….you—you are—" he couldn't get anything out, he was lost in it all, her legs still clad in her thigh highs, the heels were still on, her breasts had jiggled free of the constraining top and he grabbed a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently and moaning into her as she rode him. Her hair was a beautiful red mass of curls and waves, her eyes were sparkling with her arousal…

"Mulder…"she wanted to feel him explode with her.

"Oh God Scully…" he was close and wanted to feel her muscles tighten around him.

"Mulder…?"

He felt a hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently….


"Mulder?" Scully had came to the office late wondering why Mulder hadn't been answering his phones, she had called his home, his cell and work and no answer. She was sure he was dreaming, as he was lying on his arms on his desk. She watched him for quite some time, as he moaned her name; she was slightly enjoying the show. It was one of two things but this sounded more like pleasure over pain. She wandered over to her sleeping partner and rubbed his shoulders gently, whispering to him "Mmmulder…" She tried to rouse him again. I could have fun with this. She started stroking his arms gently, giving a nice massage and whispering his name. His eyes were slowly blinking open and he realized he had been asleep and was really being touched by someone.

"Scully!" He was startled by his own voice and caught her behind him with a smug look on her face; Mulder hid his nether regions from her, he was extremely uncomfortable in his current state and wanted nothing more than to really take her there as his cock throbbed in his pants just thinking about it.

"Are you ok?" She grinned at him and he swallowed a lump in his throat and he nodded.

"Mmm hmm." He was glib and distracted, his face was red and eyes dark, breathing a little ragged.

"That good huh?" she was quiet in her question and a slight flush to her own cheeks formed. She knew he was dreaming about her, or them, together. "…I was umm—just checking on you, I tried to call to invite you over…no answer anywhere. I can umm—I'll go and you can stop by later." She turned to leave but wanted so badly to help him with his predicament but had to resist the temptation.

"Scully…?" it was a plea for help, "…I know we have that rule about work but—fuck…please?" She turned and looked at him, desperation on his face.

She shook her head and left him to wallow in himself, she stared at him and he looked at her shocked that she was going to leave him hanging. "I'll be at home if you need me…" she smiled at him and walked out the office door.

Oh, Christ Scully. Why do you do this to me? Slamming his fist on his desk and groaning in frustration.