Chapter 16: The Act, or Lack There Of.
Mulder watched as his partner transformed herself from an FBI agent to the model of home and comfort. She walked into her apartment still the anxious, uncertain partner that had gotten out of the car, but as she locked the door and changed out of her work clothing she seemed to change a little, like safety was found in the familiarity of her home. Scully was always easy in her apartment, even after all of the horrible things that had happened there, she was comfortable, settled and familiar with every aspect of the small set of rooms that she called her own, and although Mulder had worried initially about his partner, he always felt calmer to see her in her own element.
"What are you in the mood for?" she asked as they gather in her kitchen, Mulder sitting at the small dining set, while she searched through her fridge.
"I think you know what I'm in the mood for," Mulder say slyly staring at her ass as she checked her freezer, hoping the familiarity of their agreement and friendship would put her at ease.
"You'll have to be patient." Scully chimed as she pulled something out and through it into the microwave to defrost. "I'm hungry and a little on edge, so I don't think I'll be very enjoyable."
"I am too," Mulder said after a moment of thought, "I haven't really eaten in three days."
"What?" Scully gasped, her hand resting on her hip as she turned around to look at him.
"I had chips and soda," He confessed, "and coffee, there was maybe a sandwich in there somewhere too, but that's all."
"Mulder you're going to make yourself sick," Scully scolded.
"We'll you know I always have to shake things up for you. If I didn't get sick once in a while, then when would your be able to play doctor?" he teased.
"I'm serious Mulder," Scully stated. "You're not as young as you used to be, and if you keep that up you'll be a heart attack just waiting to happen."
"And I'm going to change the subject," Mulder laughed and shifted in his seat. "Cause you've made me feel like an old man!"
Scully rolled her eyes and busied herself as the microwave chimed and the remainder of her meal began to take shape.
"What are you making?" Mulder asked as he stood and looked over her should at the unknown vegetable that had been liberated from the icebox.
"Its kale," She stated and continued to chop away at it.
"Its lettuce," Mulder said wrinkling his nose.
"Actually it's from the cabbage family," Scully stated, "and its one of the healthiest vegetables you can eat."
Mulder wrinkled his nose again but didn't make another comment.
After a long moment of Mulder watching over her should and Scully preparing her ingredients for their respective dishes, she finally pushed the casserole pan into the oven to cook and stored the salad in the fridge before taking her seat at the table across from him.
"Are you in the mood for wine?" She asked nonchalantly. "It will help loosen me up." She smiled playfully.
"Sure," Mulder answered and watched as she reaching into the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of white wine. She then located two glasses and took her seat once again across from Mulder.
"Any idea's as to what we should do next on this case?" Mulder asked as she sipped her wine and the apartment began to fill with the aromas of her cooking.
"I think we're on the right track," Scully sighed, "but there are still so many questions."
"Like what do our victims have in common?" Mulder asked.
"I don't know. They all work with metals?" Scully stated sarcastically.
Mulder stopped and thought for a second and then nodded, "yeah they do, but you could almost say the same thing about anyone."
"Toombs wasn't specific when he chose his victims, he just needed nourishment," Scully stated, "Maybe our guys is the same."
"He's too meticulous and intimate," Mulder shook his head in the negative, "he spends time with the bodies, returns their cars, cleans their living spaces and then disappears. It cries premeditation."
"But how long, I mean the time between these two murders isn't very long. How long could he have been stalking these girls?" Scully asked.
"Good point." Mulder sighed. "This guy is proving so hard to profile."
"Are we even sure that what the video footage is telling us is that Max is our guy?" Scully asked. "I admit, he creeped me right out and that doesn't happen very often, but I just don't know. Unless we can get hard, forensic evidence that he is our guy then what can we do? We don't have enough to arrest him."
"Let's hope we get a DNA match," Mulder shrugged.
"And what about the gold?" Scully asked. "How does it happen?"
"I haven't got a clue, you're the scientist." Mulder stated as the alarm on the oven rang and Scully stood up, interrupting the conversation.
The dinner conversation for Mulder and Scully was light, small talk. The meal was praised for its simplicity and its deliciousness. They talked about work, about baseball, about their respective weapons evaluations, but the case didn't come up again. The time for Mulder and Scully the coworkers had passed and the time for Mulder and Scully friends had arrived. Scully's nervousness and anxiety about what had happened that day had moved on and as they dined and sipped their wine they seemed like two completely different people.
"I'm sure, if anyone even just saw us dining together we'd get in trouble," Mulder stated as he finished his meal and leaned back in his chair sipping his wine.
"We get in trouble for so much I don't know if anyone would even care," Scully stated.
"Oh they would care when it mattered the most," Mulder sighed, "If they took you away from me, I don't know what I'd do. It was hard enough the first two times."
"Oh well, what's the worst they can do?" Scully asked waving her wine glass at him, "I've already been fired, shot at, infected, abducted, attacked, and countless other things I just can't think of right now. So we get caught."
"Yeah, you're right, and if they catch us what can they accuse us of?" Mulder asked. "We're just friends."
"Friends with some pretty good benefits!" Scully giggled. "But I'm barren I don't know how they would catch us."
"You are so sly sometimes," Mulder laughed.
Scully stood, clearing dishes as she went and as she leaned over Mulder to take his plate she rubs her leg against his.
"Are you trying to give me a hint?" he asked feeling the electricity pass between them.
"Did you catch it?" she asked saucily.
"Is this to be business or pleasure?" He asked standing and following her to the sink where she lowered the dishes into it. Before she could turn on the water he rubbed himself against her and again the electricity was felt between them. The dishes would be waiting for another time.
"Its business," Scully cooed feeling him stiffen. "Someday, when all this FBI bull shit is behind us it will be pleasure, but until then, business as usual." She stated.
"You sure didn't make me wait long," he smiled as she turned around to face him.
"This was my plan all along," She cooed and pushed him toward her bedroom.
The distance between the kitchen and bedroom was short, but in that time Mulder had managed to remove his shirt and tie begin his usual course of kissing and touching Scully in every way that he would never be permitted to do while they were on duty. Scully accepted every advance, encouraging him by reciprocating and running her soft hands up his bare chest. He lowered her onto the bed after removing her shirt and examining her lacy black bra with intrigue.
"That's new," he commented as he pulled off her pants and eyed the matching panties.
"Just for you," Scully whispered into his ear as she fumbled with his belt before throwing it across the room and pushing his pants to the floor.
"You are so good to me." He smiled as he climbed on top of her and began kissing her down her neck toward her swollen breasts.
Mulder didn't admire the lacy gift for long as he skillfully removed her bra and tossed it onto the floor, taking her left nipple in his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Scully moaned, running her hands through his hair as he moved to her right nipple, licking and nibbling as he went.
Scully could hardly focus as Mulder moved down her body, leaving a trail of soft kisses that were like shocks to her system. She reached out and tugged at the waist band of his boxers as he continued to kiss along her waist to her belly button.
"Am I moving to slow for you?" he asked with a sly grin as he reached down between her legs and felt the wet warmth that he had anticipated.
"Oh Fox," Scully moaned and the sound of his first name pushed him farther.
Mulder removed her lacy panties and removed his own boxers before pressing himself against the fiery red head that called him by name. He sought out her lips again, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist and pulling him to her.
"You know how I like it," Scully whispered seductively as she swiftly rolled Mulder onto his back and poised herself over his chest.
With a seductive flick of her hair the roles were reversed and Scully began kissing Mulder along his neck from his earlobe to his clavicle and rotating her hips against his already swollen member. She reached down between them, while continuing her exploration down Mulder's chest, licking and sucking, and took hold of his penis, stroking it and feeling the wetness that had already started to form at its tip. She flicked her thumb over its head and felt Mulder buck against her in response. Stopping and looking down at him, she smiled seductively, flicked her hair again and sat up, bracing herself on her knees, and lowering herself down onto him once again; slowly taking his length deeply into her and beginning a slow painful rhythm as Mulder moaned and held her tightly by the hips.
"Slow down woman," Mulder moaned enjoying every harsh push as she leaned on his chest and ever fluid motion as she moved her hips.
Scully leaned in again, resting her hand and her fore arms on his muscular chest as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to him. Her breath caught in her throat as she moved even closer seeking his lips, and drinking deeply of them as he returned the passion.
Swiftly Mulder flexed, sat up, and cradled Scully's bottom in his lap, crossing his legs under her, stopping the motion and forcing himself even deeper into her. She gasped at the shock but quickly settled into the embrace, feeling every muscle within her continue to react to their unity and the searing heat that had passed over both of their bodies. Mulder began again, biting at her bottom lip and forcing his tongue into her mouth as he stroked and caressed her shoulders and her back. Scully slipped her arms around his neck, and leaned back as he held her and kissed along her jaw and down to her should.
"Alright, that's enough," Scully stated as the pressure and the need for more friction became too much. She pushed Mulder back onto his back and down into the pillows as she raised her self up and brought herself back down along his penis. Mulder moaned at the sighed and at the feel of her authoritative gesture and reached out to give her some stability and to help guide her as she continued her movement. With each downward movement from Scully, Mulder thrust up, and in this way they fell into a stead rhythm until the pressure became to much and Scully leaned in to support herself resting her hands on his chest but keeping up their pace.
"It happens with the exchange of bodily fluids," Scully cried as she dug her nails into Mulder's bare chest, as she poised herself and rocked with each of Mulder's movements, feeling the pressure building within her and knowing that she was close to her climax.
"What?" Mulder moaned, close to his own climax and incoherent to any rational thought.
"Oh Fox!" Scully tried to form her thoughts into words but the cloudiness of her bliss and the force of his movements were making every though and every words a chore, "pressure…heat…" she cried as the full force of her orgasm hit her and she leaned heavily into Mulder panting for breath and shivering with ecstasy.
"So hot," Mulder panted as he reached out to support Scully and continued wildly with his own movements.
With every passing moment, and every additional thrust, Scully was released from the dizzying force of her climax and her thoughts began to form cohesively again. Suddenly she stopped him, pulled away, and rolled off before he had finished.
"Mulder don't you get it, if we can somehow trigger the chemical change out side of the body then we can prove that Max is our killer," Scully stated as she rushed to pick up her clothing that lay strewn around her bed room.
"What are you talking about, come back," Mulder moaned.
"The exchange of body fluids between Max and our victims is causing the chemical change. There is something in his blood, in his saliva, in his semen that causes the reaction and the heat, the pressure and the blood flow within the bodies of his victims, as well as the act of intercourse, cause the perfect conditions for gold formation," Scully stated pulling on her shirt.
"That's what you were thinking about?" Mulder asked angrily, trying to hide his frustration at being cut off.
"No, it just came to me, like an epiphany," Scully stated walking out of the room. "That's just what you do to me, Mulder." She called back to him as she shuffled around her apartment.
"But you could have waited until I came too," Mulder sighed as he lifted himself out of bed and began gathering his clothing.
"Oh, just give me a few minutes to review the file and we can get back to it," She shouted from her living room.
"By then we'll have to start all over again," Mulder sighed still aching for more but knowing that she'd be too distracted now. "I'm having a shower," he called out to her and took himself away to complete what they had started; feeling like the friends with benefits, wasn't much of a benefit after all.