End of F. Emasculata - Skinner's office
"That's why we were given this assignment, right? They knew all along... so that even if we succeeded in finding the truth, we'd be discredited as part of it. Am I right?" Skinner just stares at Mulder. "Am I right?!"
"You never had a chance, Agent Mulder. For every step you take, they're three steps ahead."
"Well, what about you, where do you stand?"
"I stand right on the line that you keep crossing."
Mulder shakes his head slightly in disgust.
"Come on, let's go," Scully says.
They're heading to the door when Skinner warns:
"Agent Mulder. I'm saying this as a friend. Watch your back. This is just the beginning."
Basement office - A few minutes later
Skinner's meeting has been too much to bear. When entering back the X Files office, Mulder steps in long strides towards the trash can, then smashes it in fury kicks.
"I'm over it, Scully! 'Leave it alone!' 'Watch your back!' Go to hell, Skinner, CSM and Pinck Freaking Pharmaceuticals!" he shouts while destroying the bin.
Scully, nonetheless upset and frustrated, watches Mulder quietly from the doorstep. She's tempted to join his metaphorical ass-kicking, but she's willing to follow other means of depressuring their steam.
And, the more she observes Mulder agitating his perfect body, the more she feels eager to cross some FBI lines.
Scully closes the door, locks it, then walks smoothly towards Mulder.
"Mulder… Leave M. Trash alone."
She grabs his left wrist and squeezes it tight, very tight. Mulder stops and turns his head, looking at her face.
"Mulder, calm down and let me suggest you better ways to spend your anger."
Mulder nods, then follows Scully where she leads him. He sure wants to know what her intriguing words mean, but, above all, he's curious about the indescribable flicker he's seen in her eyes.
Scully makes Mulder sit down on his desk chair, then stands behind him, her hands over his shoulders.
"See? You're all knots, up there," she says while sliding her hands from blades to neck. "All tied up. Playing with trash won't make it disappear."
"Scully… Let me handle my nerves my way… I can't —"
"Shh…" Scully bends down to his right ear and whispers. "Let me handle it for us both. You're not the only one wanting to kick asses and loosen nerves. Close your eyes and listen to me."
"Okay," he indulges.
Then, Scully murmurs what has emerged in her angry mind. She can't believe she's able to pronounce those words, even if she's chosen the easiest way, not facing him, hands on his pulsing neck, the volume so low she's not quite sure he understands the whole message.
"Wow… Scully," Mulder replies in a very soft voice. "I'm not sure I… But, yeah, if… if I'm able to… follow you."
Scully rounds the chair and sits on the desk, facing Mulder. She feels so bold, knowing that Mulder is on the verge to shy away.
"I don't doubt your ability to follow me, Mulder. Here, in this office, on this very desk or this very chair," she sensually voices, while intentionally staring at Mulder's crotch. "See… I can sense something happening that might prove my words."
"Well… Yeah, you've made your point…" He obviously can't hide the truth under his pants. "I think I'm apt and willing to."
"Let's fix our limits, Mulder. And, I warn you, it would be our secret pact. The whole thing," she says, fixing her eyes straight in his.
Then, she bends over, whispering her conditions. Nothing odd or surprising, Mulder thinks. He whispers back his terms; all seems natural and suitable.
"My turn first, if you might agree," Scully says out loud.
"Totally. Ladies first when escaping a sinking Titanic. What lifeboat do you choose, milady?"
Damn Mulder, Scully thinks; don't begin humoring the situation or my blinding fury would decrease and reason would come back too soon. So, sitting on Mulder's laps, she brings back the whole frustration from the Pinck case in her memory. Then, she kisses his mouth shut, deep and long, sending a feral rush of desire in her body.
"I'm sick of men's lies, Mulder. Show me you can make use of your mouth truly and honestly. That's all I want. Let me forget and boil out my resentment. Okay with it?"
Mulder doesn't answer back, just acting as required. He grabs Scully, stands up, and sits her on the desk he's just cleaned in a quick gesture. Today, Scully is suitably wearing a skirt, Mulder appreciates while putting down and away obstructing pieces of clothes.
Scully knew she could count on her partner as she grabs his head and pulls his face fiercely against her core. Today, Mulder is still wearing his manhunt stubble, she appreciates her luck.
Legs spread apart, Mulder's tongue and lips acting sincerely and straightly, her fingers entangled in his hair, it's so easy for Scully to cross several lines and reach the ultimate one.
She can't forget the few seconds before looking in the microscope at the prison, those few seconds of uncertainty about her fate, and how she miraculously escaped death. She's still alive and she's celebrating one of the best ways you should in life; getting laid by the most trusted and desirable man within your hands. Yes, it's all about a totally fucked-up and frustrating case they've been sent on, but it's also all about being licked and pleasured by Mulder.
Soon, Scully cries and shakes out her vital orgasm, not giving a damn thought about indiscretion.
After a little while, Mulder rises up, wiping his mouth, all smiley but eyes burning from raw desire. He almost exploded when Scully waved hard on his mouth, and he's ready for more.
"You fine, Scully? I've got a condom in my drawer, and… well, if you're still willing to."
"Yes, and the way you want to play it, Mulder," she pants.
Mulder picks up the item, then orders Scully.
"Can you turn around? Make you comfortable, because, well… I'd like to pin you on the desk."
As Scully does as willed, Mulder frees his erection and wears the rubber. He then bends over Scully's back, holds her two wrists up her head and down the table with one hand, and lifts up one of her thighs.
Leaning his head just close to her right ear, he whispers:
"Don't take it personally, Scully. I was so willing to control the events my way, to release the truth to the world and pin those bastards up my wall of fame. I promise I'll be gentle… There…"
His nose nuzzling into her hair, Scully panting in the rhythm of his deep thrusts, Mulder takes time to reach oblivion.
He doesn't want to rush, even if he's eager to forget the humiliation in Skinner's office, to spill out the stress that has seeped under his skin, and curse the fatal shot that prevented him from gathering evidence. The manhunt has been trying and risky, and he thanks the stars for keeping him and Scully safe and sound. Having sex to balance out fate, that's a hell of a way to go. Especially when you realize one of your biggest fantasies, making love to the woman of your dreams right there in the basement. Sure it's about the fucking Pinck case for a part, but it's also certainly about he and Scully, whatever would follow this moment of craziness.
Happily rocking back and forth, releasing his inner pressure and at the same time his tight grip on Scully, Mulder eventually bursts out in a scream.
Both exhausted and released, catching their breath, Mulder and Scully don't dare make a move before the other one, despite the slight uncomfort and complete mess they're in.
"Scully…" Mulder eventually says. "I… I hope that's what you really wanted… I'm so… It's been so —"
"Mulder, shut up and stick to the secret pact… And just hold me tight, would you?"
"Sure. Fuck Faciphaga Emasculata, we're just alive. Both of us."
That was indeed a way to put it in a few words, before locking it down their secret pact.