TITLE:   When fantasies come true!
AUTHOR:  Claudia Sousa, a.k.a. Everything Dies
E-MAIL:  Claudia_Sousa@yahoo.com
RATING:  NC-17
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere as long as my name and e-mail
are attached
SPOILERS: Nope...
CATEGORY:  MSR (is there any other kind?); little H;
SUMMARY: You're kidding right?? Oh, OK. It's about
fantasies coming true.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please, please.... (sigh)
;-)
DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me
(Surprise!! Surprise!!). They belong to CC, Fox, DD
and GA. Just having a little fun with them, no harm
intended. Please don't sue, I ain't got any money.
And now, on with the show...
xxxxxxxxxxx

It happened again tonight; it's been happening a lot
lately. What? you may ask. A fantasy to kill all
fantasies; The fantasy.
With who?? That's an easy one: Mulder. Who else would
I be having the fantasy of my life with?
Yes, Mulder. Just because proper agent Scully doesn't
indulge in vain, mindless, teenage fantasies, doesn't
mean that Dana, the women behind the agent, can't.

I mean, it's a fact that I'm not supposed to be
drooling over my working partner, because it's
unethical and makes work God damn hard sometimes, but
once I'm home, in my bed, feeling lonely, there's no
rule about fantasizing with the man of my dreams; it's
not my fault that Mulder's my dream man. I didn't
meant for him to be; he just is.

Anyway, it's perfectly understandable; I mean, have
you look at the man recently? He's so deliciously....
yummy. Yeah, I know, stupid word, but that's the only
one I can think of right now. The way he walks, the
way he talks, even the way his spiky hair spikes... it
all makes me weak in my knees and warm in several
other places.

So, as I was saying earlier, it happened again
tonight. This fantasy/dream that I've been having for
the past few months. I'm not gonna describe it to you
because: a) it's extremely embarrassing/hot and b)
it's none of your business.
Let's just say that it involves nudity, office
supplies and vanilla ice-cream.

The point is... is that... I forgot what the point is.
Fine, so I'm actually going out of my mind, but it's
all your fault for making me remember the damn dream.
Well, your fault and my partners, who just happens to
be sucking a straw right in front of me. God, I love
to watch that mouth work; Gotta love a man with such a
severe oral fixation. Think of the possibilities...
Which brings me back to my dream, because Mulder's
mouth has a lot of use in my dream and... hey, I said
I wasn't going to tell and I'm not, and that's that.

Oh, ok, just remembered what the point was. The fact
that he removed the lucky straw out of his mouth
helped.
The point was that it's extremely hard to work with
him during the day after such an intense dream the
night before. Every insignificant thing he does today
reminds me of something that he did last night (well,
not really him doing, but my dream version of him),
and that, of course, mean that not only am I not able
to concentrate at work, but I'm also gonna be horny as
hell all day. Damn...

"Hey Scully, you'll never guess what I dreamed last
night?"
"What?"

Did he just say something about a dream last night??
Oh my God, he knows about my dream. Ok, don't panic,
think...

"This terrific dream last night."
"How did you know about that?"
"About what?"
"The dream I had last night. What are you, a psychic
or something?!?... I can't even dream without you
finding out about it."
"Huh... Scully? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Me? What are you talking about?"
"A dream I had last night, where Skinner came to me
and said that he was getting married, and the gunmen
were the bridesmaids and they looked so stupid wearing
those green dresses; I woke up laughing like a
maniac."
"Oh... a dream *you* had!!! I thought you were talking
about...."
"About...???"
"Nothing. Just.... nothing."
"Oh come on Scully, you said something about a dream
you had. You thought I was talking about it. Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"The dream. Want to know everything about it. Come on,
I told you mine..."

Excuse me for just a second while I go into the corner
and shoot myself. Where's my gun??
I can't believe I freaked out like that. How the hell
was he suppose to know about my dream anyway? Well,
now, he knows I had a dream, and he wants to know, and
I quote, 'everything about it'. Like I'm ever going to
tell him.... I do have my dignity after all. Not much,
but that's not the point.
He's pouting... sweet Jesus I love when he pouts. Of
course the effects of the pout are usually me doing
whatever he wants me to. There's no way anyone can
resist the 'puppy dog face' Mulder's so good at.
Well, needless to say that I can't do what he wants,
can I? Tell him my dream is not a consideration here.
I mean, I blush just thinking about it; I couldn't
tell it to my priest in confession and I'm certainly
not telling him. I'll just make something up.

"Well Mulder, my dream was about..... you."
"Me?? What was with me?"
"You were.... I mean we were.... huh... in the office.
Yeah that's it, we were in the office."
"And?!?"
"And... we were eating ice-cream with a spoon... and
talking."
"That's it?"
"Yeah... pretty much". Except the part about the spoon
and the talking but that's not important right now.

"That's a really stupid dream Scully. The way you
reacted to it I thought it was better. I mean, we talk
in the office everyday. Your subconscious is really
unimaginative. That would probably rank in the
category of the dullest dream ever."

Oh Mulder, nice try, but it's not gonna work. No way
you gonna make me tell you what I really dreamed
about. No possible way...

"Such an intelligence, such a lack of imagination...
I'm surprised with you Scully. I always thought your
dreams would be more... interesting. The thing about
dreams is that you can do whatever you want, even the
things you wouldn't do in real life. And you dream
about eating ice-cream and talking?"
"Well Mulder, forgive me for my lack of imagination.
Maybe your dreams can make up for mines. Why don't you
tell me what you usually dream about?"

YES!! The tables have turned. I have him pinned
against the wall now. I can see that he wasn't
expecting me to trap him like that.

"Well, I'm waiting Mulder. Tell me about *your*
dreams."
"I would love to but.... we have work to do."
"Really? We've been standing here for the past 45
minutes staring at each other, and now, all of a
sudden, we have work? No way Mulder, you're not going
to get away that easily. I want to know about your
dreams, and I want it now."

I can't believe what I'm seeing Mulder's blushing...
a lot. Ohhhh, those dreams of his must be a real
blast. Maybe he dreams about aliens and spacecrafts,
and...

"Fine. I'll tell you my dreams but you have to be sure
you want to hear it, and you promise you won't use it
for future humiliation of my personal self."
"I can handle whatever you have for me. And I won't
use it against you ever, I promise."
"Ok then. Let's see.... the dream that I've been
having a lot for the past six years involves you..."
"ME?"

Ok, maybe I can't handle what he has for me. Maybe
this was the stupidest idea I ever had, and I'll be
really sorry, really soon.

"One more thing Scully no interruptions."
"Sorry."
"So, as I was saying (before I was interrupted), the
dream that I've been having for the past six years
involves you and me and sex..."

I really don't want to hear this! Or, rephrasing, I
can't be asked to hear this and not attack him. Jesus,
I'm wet already and all he did was put both our names
and 'sex' in the same line. I'll never be able to hear
the rest.
Trust Mulder to get me from a state of total horniness
to a state of total horniness and wetness in a matter
of seconds. It's incredible what this man does to me.
I can't believe I'm about to hear his fantasies about
me. I'm in BIIIIIIIIIG trouble.

"It's not always the same dream sometimes you come
to my house, sometimes I come to your house, sometimes
we just come in the office."

He's grinning at me, as if asking 'got it?'.
Yeah Mulder, I got it, we *come* in the office. Fine!!
Good for us.

"But the basis are always the same one first kiss
going out of control resulting in a mind-blowing sex
scene."
"Oh."
"Yeah, like the other night I dreamed that we were
working late at the office. You were wearing that
cream suit you have and you removed your jacket to
reveal a white tight tank top that left most of you
belly exposed; and you had no bra, because then I
*accidentally* brushed against you and your nipples
became immediately alert to my attention."

You may not believe this but my breast are actually
hurting, and I'm really feeling his *accidental*
brush. I'm fighting this incredible urge to run my
fingers through my shirt, or take his hands and make
them ease the need...

"So then I noticed your reaction and started to tease
you about it, telling you about how you wanted me but
couldn't admit it and you started yelling with me,
telling me I was wrong and then..."

Oh Mulder, please don't stop now.

"And then what?..."
"You removed your top, grabbed my hand with one of
yours and my already erect crotch with the other and
told me 'this is what I want' and you placed my hand
over your breast and began rubbing yourself against
me."

OH. MY. GOD!!!
Do you think it's possible for a women to have an
orgasm from just words? Because right now I feel that
if he continues this I am gonna come.
I mean, my hands are twitching with the desire to
touch myself, or to grab his crotch; and the fact that
his crotch is *actually* erect doesn't help.

"Do you want to hear the rest?"

No Mulder, I don't want to hear the rest. I want you
to show me. Use me to demonstrate the exact events of
the dream. Please...

"Yes."
"Well, after that you grabbed my head and pulled me
into our very first kiss. And what a kiss it was. All
my body tingled from the contact, as your tongue
worked in and out of my mouth dueling with mine, and
your hands started unbuttoning my shirt. After the
shirt was gone you broke the kiss and started running
your tongue down my chest, tasting my skin and driving
me crazy."

*I* was driving *you* crazy? *You're* driving *me*
crazy. I can't even see strait anymore. I want to
close my eyes and let his words sink in but I can't
give him the satisfaction. I have to get back in
control.

"Then you go even lower until..."
"Mulder, I just remembered something I have to do.
I'll be right back."
"But Scully, you promised no interruptions."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'll be back in two hours tops.
Then you can tell me the rest of your dream, Ok?"
"But..."
"See you soon Mulder."

With that I left, and head home.
I'll have a killer surprise for him when I get back.
He's gonna learn not to tease me this way.


End part one


90 minutes later

Well, here I am driving back to the office.
To those of you wondering what was so important that I
had to let Mulder in the middle of his tale, here's
what's going on: I decided that I want him and that he
wants me and that I'm not in the mood to postpone our
somewhat inevitable encounter.
So I went home and prepared myself to give Mulder the
surprise of his life, assuming I don't chicken out,
which I think I may.
I'll just try to act as if everything's the same and
if I happen to find the courage, I'll do what I had
planned.


15 minutes after

"Hey Scully, where have you been?"
"I... had a lunch date... with my mother; couldn't
postpone it."
"Oh... Ok. Skinner just brought down these. He wants
us to finish this paperwork by five."
"You're kidding..."

Oh, I can't fucking believe it. The perfect
opportunity for me and Mulder to finally act out on
those fantasies and Skinner ruins it for us.
At least it wasn't my doing. But I can't help
wondering if we'll ever have another chance.

"I already started doing it, so we must be able to
finish it on time. Just take care of this ones that
I'll do the rest."
"Hope you're right" I say as he gives me my share of
the work.


A couple hours later...

"I'm all finished here Scully, how about you?"
"Almost, just one left."
"Well, I'm going to get something to eat. Want
anything?"
"No thanks."
"Ok then", he says while walking towards the door;
Suddenly he stops and call out: "Scully?"
"Yeah" I say looking at him. Man, he has an incredible
smile on his face.
"Don't forget we have an unfinished dream to finish";
and he blinks at me. And my heart stop and then starts
racing.
I guess he hasn't forgot about it. And I guess It's up
to me to challenge the bets to a higher level.

Ten minutes later he returns, with yet another lucky
straw between his lips, and looks rather surprised to
see me sitting on top of his desk, just waiting for
him.
"All done?"
"Yeah, just waiting for you. After all you do have a
story to tell, and I can't wait to hear it." And I say
this trying my best to sound seductive; and I think it
works because he looks at me for an eternity before
starting to talk.
"Well", he says as he sits at the desk. And I can't
help notice his eyes linger at my legs a little longer
than usual. "Where was I?"
"*I* was running my tongue down your chest, going
lower until..."
"Right, I remember. So, you were going lower and you
started unbuttoning my pants, and soon I was wearing
nothing except my boxers and you continued to lick my
stomach, only this time your hands were inside the
boxers running up and down my crotch."

I'm starting to lose myself in his words again. I
can't believe he's telling me this as if he was
talking about the weather or something. I mean, aside
from a little blush and an impressive hard-on, there's
nothing about him that shows embarrassment. It's
almost as if we do this everyday.
I think it's about time I act on my plans before he
gets me to the 'need-a-cold-shower-ASAP' state.
So I remove my jacket very slowly, making sure he's
looking at me, and drop it to the floor next to the
desk.

"So then I start to moan and you..."
And he stops, mid-sentence, jaw dropping to the floor,
drool actually running through the corner of his
mouth, and stares at me.
I really got him now; there's no way he's ever going
to be able to tell the rest of his dream.

To those of you asking what made Mulder loose his
track, the answer is simple. A tight white tank top.
'Cause, you see, when I went home this morning I
removed my shirt and replaced it with a tank top, no
bra. And it sure had the desired effect.

"And... Mulder? And I what?"
"What... yeah, right. Then you.... I forgot what I was
about to say."
"Oh Mulder, don't do this to me. The story was getting
sooo interesting.", again with the seduction voice.
"Not as interesting as real life.", and with a
seduction voice himself.
"Why, agent Mulder, whatever do you mean by that?"
"Nice top agent Scully."
"Thanks. Thought I'd change my style a little."
"Since when?"
"This morning. Why? Don't you like it?"
"Very much."

This is it; the moment of truth.
I look him straight in the eyes, letting all my need
for him be displayed in a simple look.
His show me hunger, pure raw desire and maybe
something else that I don't feel like going into right
now.
I hold his gaze, refusing to let go. He gives me a
smirk, then a half-smile and then he turns completely
serious and says: "Say it".

So I do. I remove my top from my body in one quick
movement almost laughing when Mulder's eyes feel like
popping out of his head. I place one of his hands on
my breast and grab his crotch with the other pulling
him to me, rubbing myself against him while saying:
"This is what I want!"
And then, as if his hand on my breast wasn't torture
enough, I pull his head down and kiss him.

Oh Man! What a kiss! That mouth of his tastes
deliciously, and he's kissing me back full force and I
can't even believe I'm still capable of standing.
Only then I realize that one of his arms (the one that
isn't driving my nipple, and the rest of my body,
crazy) is holding me by the waist. And it's a good
thing too, because I could never feel his hand on my
breast, his crotch against my stomach and his mouth on
mine, without collapsing.

Shortly after, I brake the kiss, gasping for air. I
focus my attention on the unbuttoning of his shirt and
try not to think too much about what else I'll be
doing to him soon. The minute all the buttons are
undone and he's standing bare-chested before me I
begin to run my tongue down his neck, first to a
shoulder and then to the other, moving lower to the
beginning of his chest anticipating what would come
next.

I realize my eyes are shut and I force them open so as
to be able to look at the picture presented before me:
Mulder, wearing nothing but pants and an impressive
hard-on, eyes closed, mouth open, head falling back
I think that no matter what happens to us after this,
the memory of this moment is going to be carved in my
mind for as long as I live.

Mulder emits a little cry (more like a growl actually)
and I turn my attention once again to the work at
hand.
His belt is the next piece of garment to leave the
way, immediately followed by his shoes, socks and
pants.
I almost start to laughing at the sight of Mulder's
boxers; white ones, with grey UFO's all over. Very
Mulder!!
Of course that laughing would really ruin the moment,
so I just settle for staring. And let me tell you, if
ever a man looked good in silly boxers, that man is
Mulder. Which isn't saying much, considering that he
looks good in whatever he wears.
But back to the matters at hand...

"Nice boxers Mulder. Mind if I take them of."
"By all means Scully, be my guest", and he smirks.

You know something that's really getting on my nerves?
He's fucking calm. His tone is so conversational you'd
think we were not... well... doing what we are.
I feel like grab a mop and clean that smirk off of his
drop dead gorgeous face; well... either that or I
could...

His boxers are down before he even knows what hit him.
As soon as he turns his gaze towards mine I get on my
knees and take him in my mouth.
And guess what? The smirk is gone, along with most of
his control.
His eyes slip shut as I move my mouth along his
crotch, taking my time to let my tongue taste the very
tip of his penis and then take him as deep as my
throat allows.

I must say if it were any other man I would be feeling
cheap about doing this on my knees in front of him,
but being that this is Mulder and that he tastes so
damn good I never want to stop... well, if anything,
I'm feeling warm; hot; boiling.

He starts to chant my name over and over, eyes still
shut, head bobbing from one side to the other.
My ears delight in the sound of "Scully... Oh... you
feel... God... Scully"; I don't think my name ever
sounded so good. And I just realized I want to make
him say this for the rest of my life.

I speed my movements until he's panting so hard I fear
that he may faint or something from the lack of
oxygen; he's rocking his hips in time with my mouth,
and his hands are gripping the edge of the desk so
hard I think he might brake the wood.
I lift my eyes to look at him and instantly realize
that he's really close, and that the short control he
had left is slipping as fast as you can say...
"Come for me, Mulder."

My word seem to have the desired effect on him because
he releases a primal growl and start fucking my face,
hips thrusting into my mouth so hard it's getting kind
of difficult to carry on with my ministrations.
Not that he really cares... at this point he is so
'out there' that even if Skinner were to get in here
and caught us he wouldn't even acknowledge it.

I grab his ass to try and keep him steady as I apply
the final stroke: one big, slow, tight suck
accompanied by a squeeze to his balls. His entire body
tenses before his orgasm hits him (and my face) full
force.
His knees finally give in and he falls over the desk
with a noisy *thud*.
His breathing is already slowing down, although he
still sounds like he's been running a marathon; I get
up and clean what's left of his essence from my face,
trying not to think about the one stuck in my hair.
Then I feel his eyes on me and finally get the courage
to talk to him.

"So... was I close to your dream fantasies?"
"Oh Scully, you're a very wicked women! My dreams were
never this... vivid. And they sure as hell didn't feel
this good."
"I'm glad to hear that Mulder. Now, if you don't mind
I'll go to the bathroom to try and clean my hair. And
I suggest you dress yourself before you catch a cold,
or someone catches you."


5 minutes later

I know this may sound silly but I have no idea how to
face him after this.
I know he started this, and I know I have nothing to
be ashamed about, but it' still weird, you know?
I mean, what's a girl suppose to do after giving her
stunningly beautiful working partner the blowjob of
his life (I know my capabilities, thank you very
much!!) in the office, and with no warning about it
whatsoever.
He was stunned about my actions; and although I know
he wanted this to happen as much as I did, I can't
help being a little self-conscious; *a little*? Who
the hell am I kidding? A LOT self-conscious. If there
was anyway I could not have to face him right now I
would take it. Even though I am curious about what
he'll say...
Oh, what the hell. You only live once.

Entering the office I find him fully clothed, sitting
at his desk, absentmindedly playing with a pen. The
minute I walk in he looks at me (more like stares at
me, actually), and opens his mouth as if to say
something. However the ringing of the phone interrupts
him.

"Mulder."
"Very well sir. I'll be right there."

Turning of the phone he turns to me, give me a full
smile and says: "Skinner wants me to deliver him the
reports we've been working on this afternoon. I'd be
back in 15 minutes tops. What do you say we go out to
dinner tonight?"
"Dinner?? Sounds great."

Maybe it's stupid for me to be so ashamed. He doesn't
look the least awkward about this whole situation.
Dinner would be good; no pressures, no fears, public
place... yeah. I think I'd be safe and...

"Oh... and Scully?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't wait to hear about your dreams..."

END

What do you say? Shall there be a sequel?
Let me know.

Claudia Sousa
Everything Dies

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From: Mynace@aol.com
Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2000 22:23:40 EST
Subject: xfc: When the Pawn, Interlude 1: How To Please (1\1)
Source: xfc

From: Mynace@aol.com

Title: When the Pawn Series, Interlude 1: How to Please (1\1)

Author: Nialani

Feedback: As my God daughter, Rianne would say: Puh, Puh, Puh, lease! I'll
be
your friend!

Classification: MSR, Lurid fic.

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: If you didn't see the season premiere or any of the episodes so
far
I have to say shame shame shame on you!

Archive: Anywhere just keep my name and tags on it

Disclaimer: Chris they're yours, Don't sue!

Note: This is an interlude AKA PWP to tide you guys over because the next
part of Love Ridden probably won't come out until Tuesday :o) (she ducks as

multiple things fly at her head!) it's the morning after, To Your Love.

When the Pawn Series:
I Know
On The Bounds
To Your Love
Limp
Love Ridden
Paper Bag

Interludes:

How To Please
What Are You Wearing?
Dinner and a Movie
_____________________

Scully's apartment
9:00

She's sprawled half on me have off. Her head is resting on my chest. Her
beautiful mouth is open, she's snoring softly, and she's drooling on my
chest. You know, Phoebe used to do that and it was a big turn off. I used
to
place her head on the pillows after she had fallen asleep. But I can deal
with Scully drool. Scully drool is cool. Boy am I completely whipped and
that's only after one night. I laugh and she opens her eyes.

"Light sleeper." I mumbled and she smiled.

"Gotta be with you as a partner. What's so funny, Mulder?" she yawned.

"You're drooling on my chest and it's turning me on." I chuckled and she
quickly bolted up and wiped her mouth. She turned completely red.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she said, using the sheet to wipe my chest. I
grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

"I didn't mind. So stop blushing your starting to fade into your hair." I
joked and she playfully hit me with a pillow. She got up in all her naked
glory and mini me was right up there with her. She looked at my erection
and
laughed.

"What?" I said, like I didn't notice I was tenting her white bed sheet.

"You know what?" she said pointing.

"Why don't you come over here and take care of this?" I said waggling my
eyebrows.

"I would..." she hesitated," but we're late for work."

"We'll call in sick." I whined, mini me was becoming painful.

"Nope, it'll be too suspicious." She said, folding her arms across her
chest.

"Scullee!" I whined and gave her my best puppy dog look. "Puh-lease."

"Nope." She said prancing away still naked. I have to wonder if she's an
exhibitionist. We'll find that out later. Now I was going to get what I
want.
I jumped up and grabbed herby the waist. I pinned her to the bed and she
tried to fake a scowl, but she just half grinned. I began kissing that
sensitive part right underneath her ear and she shivered.

"Now, if I jumped you in the office yesterday you would be upset!" She
pouted.

"Actually I would have been grateful." I murmured against her skin.

"No, you wouldn't." She groaned. I licked my way down her neck to her
breast.
I licked and teased and sucked each one until she whimpered.

"I want you, Scully." I whispered against her lips before I kissed them.
Nibbling her bottom lip.

"Dana. Call me Dana." She arched against me. I placed myself in between her

legs and mini me felt just how hot we've made her.

"Only if you call me, Fox." I moaned as I glided into her and she looked at

me shocked. Her eyes became teary and for a second I thought I hurt her.
When
I didn't move she moved for me. She lifted her hips slowly up so I was more

half way out of her then brought them down hard. I groaned and buried my
face
in her neck. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled at my head
until
I was looking into her eyes.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" she said and then she gasped when I
thrusted decidedly hard in her. "Harder, Fox." She groaned and whimpered. I

thrusted harder inside her, she shuddered and her inner muscles clamped
down
hard on mini me making me groan with pleasure.

"Tell me how to please, Dana, I'm at your mercy here." I huffed out.
Breathing was becoming decidedly harder as were other things.

She stroked my cheek and ran her hand through my sweaty hair. She ran her
hands down my chest and played with my nipples, and then she pinched them.
"I
want you to fuck me fast and hard."

I smiled. Who woulda guessed Little Miss Catholic Girl, The Ice Queen would

like it rough. God I'm a lucky man. When I felt her nail digging into my
back
I took that as a sign to fulfill her wish.

I thrusted in her hard and fast. Just like she asked. Mini me wanted
release,
but I was determined to give Dana the biggest and best orgasm she's ever
had.
I grabbed her need and brought them up to her chest. She whimpered. God I
was
so deep inside her. A little voice in my head told me that I was hurting
her,
so I gentled my thrust.

"Shit, Don't stop!" Dana cried out," Give it to me, Fox. Shit, it's so
good."
She crooned. Her nails ran whelps down the front of my chest. She started
drawing blood and I had to stop her, so I pinned her hands over her head.
Her
fingers enlaced with mine. "I'm close." She whimpered closing her eyes
tightly shut.

I could tell. I could feel it begin, the waves of her orgasms over my cock,

her whole body was becoming taught. Her hands were squeezing my own so
tightly I was loosing circulation. I smiled. I could tell that this was
going
to be a good one. Her mouth was slack and she was no longer moaning, she
was
grunting. Oh, then it happened. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever
seen. She threw her head back and let out this loud cried of pleasure. She
arched against me over and over again. She clamped down her on my cock and
then things got really hot and slick down there. I was lost. I cried out
her
name and thrusted in her one last time and then emptied myself inside her.
I
clasped, completely spent, on top of her.

After it was all over, she stretched a little underneath me and I rolled
off
of her. She yawned sleepily, and laid her head on my chest and leg over my
own. I sighed.

"Later, it's my turn to please you." She mumbled.

"You call, Skinner." I yawned.

"Coward." She chuckled.

"Guilty as charged, love." I wrapped my arm around her and we fell into a
deep sleep.


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Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2000 23:00:40 GMT
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Where Angels Fear to Tread by Andrea

Category: MSR, S, A, Mulder first person

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: All herein belong to CC et al

Spoilers: Bigtime - up to and including Millenium

Notes: Thank you to Brynna who can still give good beta
while giggling at my mistakes(I should make a blooper reel)

Archiving: Yes, please

Feedback: please! faloona4@home.com

If you'd prefer this story can be found on my webpage.

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"Hey, Scully, whatcha doin'?" I asked when she answered the phone.

"Making supper."

"Oh yeah? Whatcha makin'?" I asked, lowering my voice.

"Stir fry," she had lowered her voice a little too.

I was sure I could hear her smiling. I had a feeling that this
might be fun, so I kept going. "Oooo," I breathed into the phone.

"Wanna know what I'm putting in it?" she asked softly.

"You know I do," I tried to sound sexy.

"Well, I've already heated up some sesame oil," she practically
purred in my ear.

"Mmm-hmm," I tried to remember that we were talking about food
here.

"Then I added some garlic and ginger."

"Mmmm."

"And just a little bit of onion for flavour."

"Oh yeah," I moaned.

"And now I'm going to add the chicken."

I could hear the chicken sizzling over the phone. "You sizzle,
baby," I whispered.

She giggled. I couldn't believe it. I had made Scully giggle.

"Before I add the rest of the vegetables, I'm going to let this
simmer for a while to make sure the chicken is cooked," she
continued, her voice softer than I had ever heard it before.

"You like to let things simmer, don't you, Scully?" I teased.

"That way it stays moist and juicy, Mulder," her voice had become
sultry.

"I like it moist and juicy," I almost choked.

"I thought you might," she giggled again.

I was really enjoying this. "Now that you know how I like it, tell
me how you like it, Scully."

"Not so fast, Mulder, I haven't added the vegetables yet. Don't
rush me. If you rush me, I'll cook the vegetables too quickly and
they'll be limp. I definitely don't like limp, Mulder. Firm, I
much prefer firm."

"God, Scully, I love it when you talk cooking."

"Where are you, Mulder?" she asked me, still giggling.

"Pulling up in front of your building," I told her.

"Good, because I'm ready, " she said and hung up the phone.

I was at her door in a flash. I knocked before I let myself in.
"It's me," I called. "And I'm ready too."

Scully came out of the kitchen carrying two plates. She handed
one to me.

"How did you know to make enough for me?" I asked, once I was
settled on the couch.

"You show up for supper so much, Mulder, that I always make
enough for two now"

"What if I don't show up?"

"Lunch," she said with her mouth full.

"Ah, I've often wondered about the disparities between your
lunches."

I dug in and finished my food quickly. When I looked up, Scully
was smiling at me.

"Do you like my cooking, Mulder, or are you just eating to be
polite?"

"I'm only polite once, Scully. If I didn't like your cooking, I
wouldn't drop by at supper time."

"It would've been nicer if I hadn't had to ask for the
compliment."

The puppy dog face I was trying to give her didn't seem to be
having much effect. "I'm sorry, Scully. I always think you know
what I'm thinking."

"S'okay, Mulder. Sometimes a girl just likes to hear the words."

The snort was out before I could stop it.

"What?" she looked confused.

"Well, when I say the words, you just brush me off."

She stood and took my plate. "Saying my ass looks great or
asking me to take my jacket off so you can enjoy the view doesn't
count, Mulder."

"Why not? Wait--that's not what I meant."

Scully was already heading into the kitchen with the plates. I
jumped up to follow her. She was filling the sink. I grabbed a
dishtowel to help. She turned to face me.

"Believe it or not, Mulder, and if you ask me to repeat this in
front of anyone, I'll deny it, but I do find your off colour
remarks kind of flattering. I guess I'll take whatever scraps you
throw my way."

"Just a damn minute here," I protested. "You'll take whatever
scraps I throw you? When have you ever thrown me a scrap?"

Scully arched an eyebrow at me as she set a plate in the
dishrack.

"Well?" I dried the plate while I waited for her to answer.

"I'm not sure what you're asking me. Why don't I compliment you
more often?" She was filling up the dishrack as we spoke.

"More often? You never compliment me. You always criticize my
clothes, my ties, my hair." I put the plate away.

"I compliment your work all the time, Mulder."

"I seem to recall more seconding guessing than complimenting."
I had to dry quickly to keep up with her.

"Mulder," she sighed, "You are very good at what you do. I'm
proud to be your partner."

"So, I'm good at what I do, I just look hideous while I'm doing
it?"

"Well sometimes your ties are awful, Mulder, but I don't think
you're hideous," she smirked at me.

I put a hand to my heart. "Dear Diary; Today Agent Scully said I
wasn't hideous."

"Shut up, Mulder," she laughed as she drained the sink. "Would
you like some coffee?"

"Yes, please. Have I mentioned that you make the best coffee?"

"Stop it, Mulder," she giggled.

"Dear Diary; Today I made Agent Scully giggle."

"Truce, okay, Mulder? I'll try to be more complimentary if you
will stop with that 'Dear Diary' thing," she held out her hand.

"Okay, truce," I acquiesced, shaking her hand.

After pouring the coffee, Scully carried it to the living room,
put mine on the coffee table, and sat down in the corner of the
couch with hers.

"So...what do you want to do tonight, Mulder?"

I shrugged. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Scully
looking at me as she sipped her coffee.

Grabbing the remote off of the coffee table, I turned on the TV
and began to surf through the channels. Scully was still looking
at me.

"Will you stop that?"

"Stop what?" she asked innocently.

"Stop staring at me."

"I was just looking at you," she replied evenly.

This made me feel very uncomfortable.

"You're very good-looking, Mulder," she continued.

"Scully!" I think I might have blushed.

"Well, you are," she smiled.

"You're just saying that because I said you never compliment me,"
I accused.

"No, I not," she contradicted, "I just decided to really look at
you. I mean, I've always thought you were good-looking, but I never
allowed myself the luxury of really looking at you."

"The luxury?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Mmm" she said, taking another sip of her coffee. "I generally
try not to go where angels fear to tread."

"What?" Now I was just confused.

"Which of the Gunmen is the best looking, in your opinion,
Mulder?"

"Ugh, Scully, I never look at the Gunmen like that. They're guys--
friends," then the light went on. " Oh, so I'm one of the guys?"

"That's the way I try to keep it, Mulder. In spite of all of the
innuendo, I try to keep our relationship platonic. I'm not always
entirely successful, but whenever I've tried to take our
relationship to the next level, it has always turned out badly."

"When did you ever try to take our relationship to the next
level?" I couldn't hide my surprise.

She took another sip of her coffee. "Well, the first time I
thought it was you trying to take it to the next level."

"Eddie," I nodded.

"I thought at that point you would have realized that I was open
to the possibility of a relationship with you. But you didn't
give me any indication that you were interested in me that way."

"Scully, I..." I wanted to explain, but she cut me off.

"I'm not finished yet, Mulder. Then after you read my journal
when I was first diagnosed, you still didn't make any
indication."

I looked at my feet.

She took a deep breath, "Then, when we were on our way to that
team building seminar and you stopped to investigate the moth men,
I brought wine and cheese to your room..."

I stole a glance at Scully. Her eyes were shining and her cheeks
were flushed.

"Then in your hallway, before the bee stung me, I thought that you
finally felt the same way I did. But after you rescued me things
went right back to status quo."

"Status quo, my ass, Scully," I had to defend myself. "We were on
grunt detail and besides, I told that I loved you."

"From your hospital bed, after nearly drowning. I read your chart,
Mulder. They were pumping so many drugs into you, I'm surprised
that you didn't confess your love to Langly."

"I knew exactly what I was saying and who I was saying it to."

"Fine. Shall I mention Diana?" Scully raised an eyebrow at me.

I cringed. "She just goes to prove that I don't exactly have a
stellar record in the relationship department."

"Well, it was enough to throw me off, Mulder. But, if I'm
anything, I'm loyal. Good old loyal Dana, you can kick her, but
she keeps coming back for more."

"Scully..." she was breaking my heart.

She shook her head, "New Year's Eve, Mulder. I thought that
maybe...but still nothing."

"Scully, I never meant to hurt you." I reached for her hand. She
startled me by snatching her hand away from me.

"Scully? What's the matter?"

The tears that had been collecting in her eyes started to slide
down her cheeks. "There may be a lot of things that I'd like from
you, Mulder. But pity isn't one of them."

"Jesus Christ, Scully. I don't feel sorry for you. I feel sorry
for me. I want you to take pity on me. Please give me another
chance. I love you so much! It's just that.."

"What?" she was looking me straight in the eye. Her cheeks were
still wet, but she was no longer crying.

"Every time I even think about getting close to you, something
awful happens to you. Your abduction, your sister, your cancer,
Emily, Antarctica, it sort of scares a guy, Scully."

"You thought about a relationship with me before my
disappearance?" Her eyes were wide.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"I had no idea," she said quietly.

Moving closer to her, I wiped the tears off of her cheeks.

"Well, that's when I thought that we might be able to have a
relationship, but you've been starring in my fantasies since you
dropped your robe for me on our first case."

"You're not serious!"

"Totally. I've been in lust with you since the beginning. I fell
in love with you shortly thereafter," I confessed.

She sat there on the couch nodding her head slowly. "Will you
excuse me for a minute, Mulder?"

"Where are you going?" The panic in my voice was embarrassing.

"I just need to blow my nose," she smiled.

I sat on the couch and looked at my hands. I was surprised to see
that they were shaking. I couldn't believe that I'd be this
nervous. We knew each other so well. I didn't have anything to
worry about. I knew now that Scully loved me as much as I loved
her. I looked at my hands again. They were still shaking.

The bathroom door opened and I heard her soft footfalls as she
came back to the living room. She stopped in front of me.

"May I?" she gestured towards my lap. I opened up my arms. She
sat on my lap and put her head on my shoulder. I slid my arm
around her waist. I had never felt anything so right before in
my life. "I think we should have had this conversation a long
time ago, Mulder," she sighed.

"A long, long time ago," I agreed.

"Do you think it's too late?" her voice was very quiet.

"God, I hope not. Not if I have any say in the matter."

"You're not worried that something awful might happen?"

"I'm terrified, Scully, but I'm more afraid of losing what we
have."

"Then make love to me, Mulder."

Not needing to be asked twice, I picked her up and carried her to
the bedroom. I set her down on the floor beside the bed. "I'd like
to kiss you first, if that's okay?"

"You've already kissed me," she pointed out.

"I mean really kiss you," I explained as I leaned in. Unlike our
kiss on New Year's Eve, Scully's mouth opened to mine immediately.
I always thought that if this ever happened, it would be frantic
and we would be tearing each other's clothes off. I have never
been more wrong.

This kiss was deep and sensual as we explored each other's
mouths. There was a lot more of Scully that I wanted to explore,
but I surprised myself for not rushing things. I was enjoying the
kiss far too much. Her hands were the first to move.

After she tugged my t-shirt out of my jeans, she slid her hands
over my chest. I followed suit, but I did her one better and
pulled her shirt over her head, forcing us to break the kiss. I
tossed her shirt onto the floor. She pulled my head down to kiss
me again. I let my hands play over her breasts, delighting in the
fact that her nipples hardened as I did.

As we continued to kiss and caress each other we slowly removed
each other's clothes. When Scully's warm skin was pressed up
against me, her mouth was no longer enough for me. I wanted to
taste more of her. I picked her up again, put her on the bed and
lay down beside her.

Leaving her mouth, I slowly kissed my way down to her breasts. She
gasped when I took a nipple into my mouth. When I was sure that
I was completely familiar with that breast, I moved to the other
and gave it the same attention. I was now settled between her
legs. Scully's hands were in my hair and she kept pushing her hips
up against me.

When I left her breasts and began to kiss my way down her belly,
she stopped me, lifting up my head.

"When do I get my turn?" her sultry voice sent a jolt right to
my groin.

"If I'm not mistaken, Scully, this is your turn."

She chuckled, "That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Well, Scully, if I have my way, you will have plenty of chances
to have a turn. Maybe even later tonight," I waggled my eyebrows
at her.

She laughed again and put her head back down on the pillow. It
didn't me long to find out that, as I had suspected, everything
about Scully was delicious. Scully rewarded my efforts with the
most sensuous sounds I have ever heard. Her moan when I slid one
finger into her made my stomach flip-flop. When I began to kiss
her clit, her sigh, for lack of a better word, almost made me
come. Even though I was trying to take things slowly, it wasn't
long before her body went taut and I felt her clit pulse against
my tongue. The sound of my name on her lips as she climaxed will
be forever imprinted onto my brain.

I stayed between her legs until her shudders finally subsided.
Kissing my way back up towards her mouth, I paused briefly to
sample her breasts again. I didn't want to forget how her nipples
felt against my tongue.

"C'mere, Mulder. I want to kiss you," she lifted my head up.

Moving up to kiss her, ensured that my cock would be pressed
against her opening. As we kissed, she pulled her knees back and
I slowly began to slide into her. When I was completely inside of
her I had to stop to catch my breath. I always knew it would feel
incredible to be inside of Scully, but I was not prepared for the
wave of emotions that flooded me. I was babbling like an idiot.
She quieted me by pulling me into another kiss and whispering in
my ear.

"I love you, too, Mulder. I love you so much."

Her words brought me back into focus and I began to stroke. She
moaned and threw her head back. I wasn't expecting her to come
again but as I increased my pace there was no mistaking the tug
and pull of her internal muscles. She pulled me over the edge with
her. The next thing I knew she was stroking my hair and whispering
to me.

I rolled onto my side, pulling her with me. We kissed softly
again.

"I'm a little sleepy, Mulder. You?"

"Are you giving me permission to nod off?" I laughed.

"No, I get sleepy too, you know. And then after we have a nap,
it'll be my turn, right?"

"What exactly do you mean by your turn?"

"My turn to explore," she said softly, snuggling against me.

Right, like I was going to get any sleep now with the thought of
Scully's lips and hands exploring my body. I was content to just
to hold her gently and watch her while she slept peacefully in my
arms. If this is where angels fear to tread, then more pity the
angels.

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From: Faloona <faloona4@home.com>
Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1999 21:01:05 GMT
Subject: REPOST: Words of Advice by Andrea NC-17 (updated formatting)

Rated NC-17
Category: MSR
Disclaimer: If they were mine they would have done this in the movie
Spoilers: None
Notes: Any and all advice and/or comments are welcome. By the way
just as a
warning, I use the "Dana" word but not the "Fox" word.

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It was late on a Friday afternoon, and the halls at the bureau
were quickly becoming deserted. Down in the basement where the office
of Special Agent Fox Mulder was located, it was almost always
deserted. So, Dana was surprised when Mulder got up from his desk and
closed and locked the office door. She was sitting in a chair in front
of his desk. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised as he walked
back to his chair to sit down.

"What?" he answered the eyebrow.
"This must be pretty important if you're locking the door," she said.
He took a deep breath.
"I need your advice on a personal matter."
The eyebrow shot up again.
"My advice? Is this a health concern?"
"Not your professional advice, Scully, your advice as my friend."
"Okay..." she sounded a little skeptical.
"You do consider us friends, don't you?"
"You are my best friend, Mulder. What kind of advice did you want."
"Well, this is kind of embarrassing. It's about a woman."
"I really don't think I'm the person to be giving advice on matters
of the heart, Mulder. I haven't been wowing them with my conquests."
Mulder smiled, "Only because you haven't tried. You don't even notice
all the tongues hanging out, do you?"
Dana felt a blush creeping up her neck.
"I guess I've had other things on my mind, but, seriously, Mulder, if
I don't notice stuff like that, do you really think I'm the right
person to be seeking advice from."
"The advice is actually about how women think. That's what I need help
with," he ploughed ahead.
"I don't think I think like most women, either, Mulder."
"Maybe in some ways, but deep down all women tend to think pretty much
the same."
The eyebrow shot up again.
"I'm not trying to be sexist or to stereotype women, Scully, give me
some credit."
"Oh right! Your video collection momentarily blinded me to your
overwhelming respect for the fairer sex," she said, dryly.
"Look, Scully, if you don't want to help me here, just say so," Mulder
was beginning to think he'd made a big mistake.
"I didn't say I didn't want to help you, I'm just saying your lack of
respect for women is fairly legendary around here," she pointed out.
"Do you think I don't respect you?" he asked quietly.
"Of course I think you respect me, Mulder, but we're partners, you
know me. I'm talking about women on the whole. We could debate this
all day. What did you want to ask?"
"Would that stop some women from being attracted to me?"
"Probably."
"What about you?" he asked tentatively.
"Well, if I knew someone who had a reputation like you do, and he
asked me out, I'd think he was only after one thing."
"But you know me, Scully, would you still think that?"
"No, but we're not talking about me."
"Well, let's just say I've got a clean slate then. I've wanted to tell
this woman how much I'm in love with her for a long time, but I am
terrified she won't take me seriously."

Dana tried to keep her expression impassive. Mulder was in love
with someone. That explained a lot. Well, he was still her best friend
and she wanted him to be happy, even if she felt like she'd just been
punched in the stomach. She thought, at first, there was just some new
blood out there that Mulder was interested in, someone that he thought
was unattainable. This, however, sounded much more serious.
"Why do you think she won't take you seriously?"
Mulder looked at his hands, "Well I've tried to tell her before and
she always just laughs it off."
"Perhaps if you didn't flirt with everything in a skirt, Mulder, she
might take you more seriously."
"You think she thinks I'm just flirting with her?"
"I can't know what someone else is thinking, but that's what I would
assume. If you behave around her even remotely close to how you behave
around me and you said anything like that, she would probably just
assume it was more of your incessant sexual banter."
"Incessant?" Mulder asked quietly.
Dana shrugged, "After a while a person just tunes it out, Mulder."
"Okay, so I've desensitized her with innuendo. How can I get her to
take me seriously?"
Dana sighed, "Oh, I don't know, Mulder, try talking to her seriously,
no innuendo, no banter, and no off-colour remarks."
"You mean, like we are now?"
"Yes, like we are now," she nodded.
"So, if we were having a conversation like this and then I told her I
loved her, she would take me seriously?"
"I can only, truly, speak for myself, Mulder, but yes, I think she
would."
He nodded his head slowly and took a deep breath.
"I love you, Scully."
Dana laughed, "You see, Mulder," she started to say.
Then she saw the expression on his face. He looked dejected.
She caught her breath.
"Oh my! Okay, are you really serious?"
"Very!"

Dana's heart started to pound furiously. She tried to calmly
move a strand of her hair behind her ear, but her trembling hand
betrayed her true feelings. The blush that had started to creep up her
neck had suddenly ambushed her cheeks.
Mulder hadn't expected this reaction. He had convinced himself
that she would still turn him down, but gently, not wanting to wound
him too badly. He got up and walked around the desk. He took her
trembling hand and helped her to her feet. She was looking up at him,
her eyes wide. He pulled her close and looked into her eyes; they had
taken on a haziness and her pupils were dilated. She was leaning into
him, her hips forward.

"I love you, Dana," he repeated himself as he leaned in to kiss her.
She took the kiss open-mouthed, her tongue searching for his. The
kiss quickly intensified. Mulder felt his erection pressing into her
belly. He was worried she might be offended that he had become so
aroused, so quickly. Her hand left his back and he felt her begin to
caress and squeeze his ass. She pulled his erection more firmly into
her belly. He brought one of his hands around and began to squeeze her
breast. She moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss. He
brought his other hand around and unbuttoned her jacket. He slid it
off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. When he put his
hand to her breast again, he could feel her nipple through her bra
and blouse. She moaned again at his touch.

Suddenly, he realized that she had removed his tie and was
unbuttoning his shirt. Things were moving along far more quickly than
he had anticipated. He was undoing her blouse. They still hadn't
pulled out of their original kiss. Dana laughed into his mouth when
they got tangled up, trying to remove each other's shirt. He had
never felt anything that good or that right before. Her sultry laugh
into his open mouth flooded him with an even more powerful desire to
make love to her.

As he began to hike up her skirt, he realized his pants were
around his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes and pushed them aside,
then stepped out of his pants and kicked them across the room. He
groaned when he felt Dana's hand on his cock through his boxers. She
made a sultry, contented noise in her throat as she stroked him. She
reached through the opening in his boxers and gently pulled out his
throbbing cock. She made the same noise in her throat when she felt
the precum covering the head of his cock. She reached down and cradled
his balls, making him groan again.

He became aware of the fact that he had Dana's panties in his
hand, but he couldn't remember taking them off. He dropped them and
gently reached between her legs. He could feel how hot and wet she
was. As he caressed her pussy, she moaned into his mouth again. He
didn't think he would ever tire of that sensation. He picked her up
and she put her legs around his waist. He was trying to think of
where he could put her.

"Your desk," she said without pulling out of the kiss.
She made the sultry contented noise into his mouth again when he
cleared his desk with one swipe. He set her down gently, and eased her
back onto his desk. Mulder finally had to pull out of their first
kiss when he straightened back up. Her lips appeared even more lush
than usual; her eyes heavily hooded.

"Jesus, you are beautiful, Dana," he said as he pulled her hips off
the desk.
He slowly slid his cock into her.
"Jesus Christ," he almost growled. His head was swimming.
"My God, Dana, you feel incredible! So hot, so tight, and so wet,"
and he groaned again as he began to slowly glide in and out of her.
"Oh God Mulder," she moaned. "It feels so amazing! I love how it feels
to have you inside of me."
He was trying to resist the urge to increase his pace; he had wanted
this for so long that he wanted to savour it.
"Oh God, Mulder, faster, please! Faster!" she panted.
"Want to savour you. Want this to last forever," he groaned.
"You'll have the rest of our lives to savour me," she told him.
"If I go faster now, will you let me savour you later?"
"I promise. Please Mulder!"

He began to thrust hard and fast. Dana's moaning became more high
pitched. Mulder took his thumb and felt for her clitoris. He knew when
he had found it because it was very swollen and Dana gasped when he
grazed it. He felt the muscles of her pussy begin to ripple. Her moans
turned into wails. She clutched at his arms and her head was thrashing
back and forth.

He knew he was going to go over the edge any time now, so he put
more pressure on her clit. Her body instantly went taut. She dug her
nails into his forearms and rolled her head back. Her already tight
pussy clenched his cock and rippled furiously around him maximizing
his pleasure as it sent him over the top. Her body was quaking and
pitching and Mulder was vaguely aware that she had screamed his name.
When he had regained some control, he leaned over her and began to
kiss her again.

"I really wasn't intending to make love here, you know, Dana," he told
her as he continued to kiss her.
She was stroking his hair and his face as she returned his kisses.
"I was only partially aware of where we were," she grinned at him,
"And I didn't really care."
"I hoped you might not totally hate me, but I never hoped in my
wildest dreams, well, maybe in my wildest dreams, that you felt even
a tenth of what I felt for you," he returned her grin.
"I have wanted you to do that for so long, Mulder," she told him.
"They why did you always laugh me off."
"I already told you. I thought it was part of the sexual banter. Oh
and..." she smacked his arm, "That's for letting me think you were in
love with someone else."
"Sorry, it was just for a few minutes, but at least I got you to take
me seriously finally," he apologized.
"I'm only going to forgive because I love you so much. Now let's clean
up this mess. Then I'd like to go to my apartment so you can savour
me."
He got her some Kleenex and then helped her off the desk.
"Dana?" he said as he was putting his things back on his desk. She had
put her blouse back on and was buttoning it up.
"Mmm hmm?" she looked up at him.
"I hope this isn't moving too fast for you, but I was really hoping I
wouldn't have to spend another night alone."
"If you try to leave, I'll handcuff you to my bed," she raised her
eyebrow at him.
A big grin spread across his face.
"Okay, I won't leave, but can we still do the handcuff thing
sometime?"
She laughed, "That and a whole lot more."
"Whew! Frohike was right, you are hot!"

She smiled mischievously and tossed him his shirt. They had
everything back in order when someone tried the door and then knocked.
"Yes?" Mulder called.
"It's Skinner, can I talk to you?"
"Do I look alright?" Dana asked as she smoothed her hair. She used her
thumb to wipe lipstick off Mulder's lips.

He nodded at her as he went to the door. As he opened the door,
Dana was smoothing her skirt. Her eyes flew open wide as she realized
she didn't have her panties on. Skinner walked into the office.
"Oh, hello Agent Scully. I didn't realize that you were both still
here."

"We were looking at some material that the bureau might frown at, some
documents that I got by less than standard procedure," he made up an
excuse for Skinner.
"It's a good thing you locked the door then, because if you ever got
caught doing anything like that, I think that would be your careers.
I won't be able to pull your asses out of the fire anymore."
Mulder laughed, "I bet most male-female agent pairs worry about
getting caught doing other things."
"If you two were only that easy, it would make life a lot simpler,"
Skinner laughed with him.

Mulder noticed that Dana had been very quiet and seemed
preoccupied.
"Was there something I could help you with, sir?" Mulder asked as he
walked back to his desk.

It was then that he saw why Dana had been so preoccupied. Her panties
were on the floor, partially under his desk. He stopped and sat on
the corner of his desk. Dana noticed right away, because she had never
seen him do that before. She looked down at his feet and saw the edge
of her black lace panties sticking out from under his shoe.
Skinner shrugged, "I haven't seen many requests for travel from you
two across my desk recently, so I was just wondering what you were up
to?"
"And you thought we would still be here at 5:30 on a Friday afternoon.
God we're pathetic Mulder," it was the first thing Dana had said since
Skinner came into the office.
"Actually, Agent Scully, I thought only Mulder was this pathetic,"
Skinner smiled.

"Oh, thank you, sir," Mulder said, ruefully, "Anyway, I guess Dana and
I have made good work of all the mutants, aliens and government
conspirators. I haven't seen much worth looking into recently."

Dana's eyebrow flew up at the use of her first name. Skinner didn't
seem to notice.
"If there isn't more activity down here soon, I think you will both be
reassigned," he informed them.
Dana bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at the thought of the
recent activity in Mulder's office. Mulder looked at her, sideways and
couldn't stop himself from grinning at the expression on her face.
"I'm serious here, Mulder. Either pick up your case load or the
x-files will be shut down, and you will probably be reassigned,
separately!"
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll do that, but I may have to go back to less
traditional methods of investigation."
"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, I'll see you two
Monday morning. Have a nice weekend."
"I plan to sir, thank you," Mulder called behind him as he left.
He stooped over and picked up her panties.
"Looking for these?" he grinned at her, stuffing them into his
pocket.
"Let's stop by my place so I can pick up a few a few things. I don't
want to wait longer than I have to savour you again."
Mulder was pulling her by the hand.
"What about my car?" she asked.
"We'll worry about that later," he told her.
"There are a lot of other things to worry about, Mulder."
"Well in the words of our esteemed assistant director, we'll cross
that bridge when we get to it."

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