Title: Payback
Author: Amy McClure
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual content
Keywords: Smut, smut, smut
Summary: Mulder gets Scully back for her earlier actions.
Distribution: Archive anywhere, just leave my name and email on it and let 
me know where you're putting it so I can visit
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were mine, never will be. Chris Carter would 
never allow his characters to behave this way, so he's forcing me to do it 
for him.
Feedback: Always welcome at mulder89@hotmail.com
Author's Notes: This is a continuation of my story entitled Expense Report. 
I got so many requests for a sequel, I just couldn't resist. Knowledge of 
this story is not necessary - you'll get the idea.

WARNING TO THE YOUNG AND/OR SQUEAMISH:
This fic contains graphic sexual content. If you are too you to read smut or 
simply do not like it, please utilize your delete feature and move on.

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I am scheming. Planning. I have been for the past few days. There is no way 
in hell I'm going to let her get away with the little stunt she pulled the 
other day.

Yeah, okay fine, it was my idea to seduce her in our office, but she didn't 
lock the damn door. I told her to lock it, but did she listen? Hell no, does 
she ever?

Just minutes into our rendezvous, none other than Walter Skinner himself 
popped his head in to go over one of many way too high expense reports from 
the X-Files Division.

Short summary of events that followed: Scully is under my desk, I'm still 
noticeably excited, she takes care of it while our boss lectures me about 
spending too much money. The funniest part? Skinner actually joked about it 
- told me to make sure I cleaned up the 'mess' I'd just made on the floor. 
Something about the cleaning crew not coming in? Something like that - hell 
I don't remember. The blood hadn't quite made it back up to my brain fast 
enough to process exactly what he'd said to me. All I know for sure is he 
must not have been too pissed off because I haven't received a pink slip 
just yet.

Okay, okay, back to the task at hand. I swore to her that she'd pay for what 
she did. I believe my exact words were 'Payback's a bitch, Scully.'

How in the hell am I going to get her good without completely humiliating 
her? The wheels in my Oxford-educated brain are spinning madly, but so far, 
to no avail.

One thing is for sure, though. Her deed will not go unpunished.

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What in the hell has come over me lately? I've never been one to be too 
sexually adventurous, but in the last few weeks I've done things I never 
dreamed I would do.

Our Truth or Dare game turned into me pleasuring myself while my partner 
watched. Fitting way for us to finally break the sexual tension between us, 
but still...that's not like me.

Then a few days ago, I find myself unable to resist going down on Mulder 
from under his desk while our boss is in the room.

God this man. He's going to be the end of me yet.

Now I find myself on edge just about every day. I know he's going to get me 
back for that last one. He said he would, and I know that promise will not 
go unfulfilled. So now I wait.

And I wait.

The payback is coming, I know it is. I just don't know where or when he's 
going to strike.

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One Week Later
Dana Scully's Apartment - 7:30 a.m.

God I could do this all day. Actually I could do this for the rest of my 
life and never tire of it. I'm laying in Dana Scully's bed (so help me, I'll 
never get used to saying that), and she is curled up beside me with a 
wonderful look of contentment across her face. As amazing as this sounds, 
I'm the one who put that look there.

She's still sound asleep, but I have no desire to wake her just yet. I can't 
get enough of my Scully when she's like this. There is no sign of Dr. Scully 
here, only Dana.

No, no, I don't actually call her *Dana* - it's just the only way I can 
accurately describe the amazing transformation that occurs once work is done 
for the day. It's like watching a butterfly appear from her cocoon every 
single day. Not that Dr. Scully isn't beautiful, because god knows she is, 
but Dana...Dana is more sensual, more feminine, happier. You wanna know a 
little secret? She'd kill me if she knew I told anyone this - she actually 
giggles. Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Ice Queen giggles like a school girl 
once her professional demeanor is shed for the day.

God she is exquisite. She looks like an innocent teenager when she sleeps - 
the lines on her face are gone, the slight frown she wears most of the day 
has disappeared. In its place, her lips are actually curled upward just a 
touch. Her breathing is slow and rhythmic - even the slight snoring I hear 
every once in a while is adorable.

I told her once that she snores sometimes. She didn't believe me of course. 
I think one of these nights I'll give her the 'scientific proof' she needs. 
I'll just have to find that little tape recorder I know she keeps around 
here.

My thoughts are soon interrupted by the trill of Scully's bedside phone. I 
feel her jump slightly in my arms as she is abruptly pulled out of her 
dreams.

"Mmmmm....you answer it Mulder."

"Nu uh. What if Big Bad Bill is on the other end?"

"Mulder it's 5:30 where he is. I think it's safe."

I just beat the answering machine when I pull the receiver off its cradle 
and put it next to her ear.

The look she shoots me says one thing - asshole.

"Hello...oh hi mom."

A ha! Here's my chance. My golden opportunity. Yes, it's time to pay up my 
dear.

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"No, I wasn't sleeping, I was just..."

Uh oh.

"Dana? Are you okay?"

"Yes mom, I'm fine. Just a little tired yet I guess."

"I'm sorry. I won't keep you long."

I'm going to kill him.

"Mom, can I call you back in a little bit? This really isn't a good time."

"I have to leave here in about ten minutes Dana. I won't be back until late 
tonight."

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

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She inhales a sharp breath as my finger makes contact with her center.

I get another look that says basically the same thing the last one did - 
asshole.

Her free hand is clawing at my arm, desperately trying to make me stop my 
assault on her. Oh no, Ms. Scully. That feeble attempt isn't going to stop 
me.

I sit up and manage to maneuver myself so I'm on my knees perched between 
her legs. Yeah, you think that's easy? You try to move between a very 
irritated Dana Scully's legs and tell me how you feel.

I use all my strength to suppress my laughter at her attempts to disuay me. 
I'm fully aware of the fact that she's going to smack this smirk off my face 
later, but right now I couldn't care less.

She puts her hand over the mouthpiece and hisses, "Knock. It. Off."

I answer her only with a simple shake of my head and my hands begin to pry 
her knees apart.

My body involuntarily shudders as I take in the sight before me. She's 
acting like she's mad, but from this vantage point, I can tell she's 
enjoying it.

I'm vaguely aware of the bland conversation Scully is carrying on with her 
mother. I did notice her trying to get off the phone a couple of times, but 
Maggie must have shot her attempts down.

Yeah, I've always liked Scully's mother. She helps me out even when she 
doesn't realize it. If only she knew what she was helping me with this time.

Her legs have relaxed somewhat, and she's no longer trying to fight the 
inevitable. I seize the moment and put my middle finger inside her. Oh, 
she's definitely enjoying this - she's wet already and I haven't really even 
started.

I notice her gasp slightly as I do this, and I find myself on the receiving 
end of another evil glare. This one's not as evil as the last one, though. 
She's melting...slowly but surely.

I break eye contact and lower my head to step up my assault. I hesitate for 
a moment and just take in the sight of her. This has got to be one of the 
most beautiful sights my eyes have ever held. I take a deep breath, and the 
smell of her arousal sets to motion an almost painful throbbing in my groin.

My hands find their way to either hip and slowly slide their way to her 
lower abdomen. I extend my thumbs down and push her apart to allow myself 
better access.

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I'm going to kill him. He is fucking dead.

Okay, I am enjoying it, but he's still going to be sorry for this later.

"Wha?"

"I asked you if you were going out of town at all this week."

"Don't. Know. Yet."

Oh yeah, she's not going to know anything's wrong. Single word sentences are 
going to make her know something is going on. Maybe if I had told her that 
Mulder and I were involved, I could have told her he was here and I had to 
go.

Damn him for wanting to keep this a secret.

Damn him for being so irresistible.

Damn him for being way too good at this.

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Oh this is perfect. My thumb replaces my tongue as I raise my head up 
slightly to see her face. Perfect.

Sweat has formed across her brow and her face is flushed. Her eyes are 
clamped shut and she's biting her bottom lip so hard I half expect her to 
draw blood soon.

She's still trying desperately to concentrate on the conversation she's 
having with her mother, but she's getting close to going over the edge. My 
head lowers back down and my tongue resumes its attack. She's going to come 
while still on the phone if it kills me.

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Damn him.

He was being gentle at first - ignoring the sweetest spot so I wouldn't 
climax while my mother was still on the phone. Even without hitting that 
certain spot, what he was doing to me was driving me insane.

I want to scream his name so loud people at the Hoover Building would be 
able to hear me, but thanks to him, I can't do that. As it is, I'm using all 
of my willpower trying to keep up some semblance of a conversation.

Son of a bitch.

Suddenly, he's not being so nice. His mouth is now concentrating on my sweet 
spot - rubbing, licking, biting...oh god. My hips buck involuntarily as two 
of his fingers find their way inside me.

Oh god.  Oh god. Oh god.

"Dana!?"

"Wha...what? Mom?"

"Dana, what is the matter with you?"

"No...nothing. Fine. Yes. Fine...I'm fine."

"Dana, you sound like you're having trouble breathing. Are you sure you're 
alright?"

"Yes Mul...Mom. Yes. Fine."

"I talked to Bill last night. He sends his regards..."

Shit.

My body begins to convulse as I feel the waves washing over me.

"Oh God!"

"Dana?..."

"Ohhhhh."

The world is spinning - I'm seeing stars - and I'm only half aware of the 
fact that I just dropped the phone onto the floor.

xxxxx

Mission accomplished. My Scully has just violently come while on the phone 
with her wonderful, very Catholic mother.

Her muscle contractions are getting slower and weaker around my fingers as I 
help her come back down to earth. My tongue is gently licking while my 
fingers are slowly moving in and out.

A satisfied grin crosses my lips as I raise my head up to look at her.

The grin turns into a look of horror as I realize the phone receiver is no 
longer at her ear. I shoot a glance over to the base of the phone - no, it's 
not there either.

It's just then that I hear a voice coming from under the bed.

"Dana! Dana! What is going on?!"

Scully's horrified gaze meets mine and we both lunge to pick the phone up 
off the floor. I reach it first and frantically hand it to her.

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"Mom?"

"Dana! What happened?!"

"I'm sorry mom. I guess I just...I..."

"That's it Dana. You're scaring me. I'm coming over."

"No! No mom. Everything's fine, I just, I think I dozed off for a minute."

"I'm not buying that Dana. You sound like you're sick. I'm leaving now."

"No mom, please..."

Great. She just hung up on me. I replace the phone onto its base and shoot 
the evilist look I can muster at the man who is still perched between my 
legs.

"I hope you're happy Mulder."

"Payback's a bitch Scully. Remember?"

"Yeah, it's a bitch for both of us. You need to get dressed and get out of 
here now."

"Scully! Jeez, don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?"

"No! Thanks to you, my mother thinks there's something wrong with me and 
she's coming over to check up on me."

"Well, you're the one who dropped the damn phone!"

"You started it!"

"No, you started it in Skinner's office. I simply finished it."

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Scully jumps out of bed and starts throwing my clothes at me.

"Get dressed! You have to go!!"

"Scully, what's the big deal? Your mom's not gonna care if I'm here with 
you."

"Out Mulder! Now!"

Without slipping any of my clothes on, I walk up behind her and wrap my arms 
around her waist.

"Okay, Scully. I'll go. I'm sorry if I upset you."

"You didn't upset me Mulder. I just wish you weren't so damn good at that."

"What?!"

"If you weren't so good, I would have been able to keep my cool on the 
phone."

"I tell you what, next time I do that while you're on the phone, I'll do it 
really bad."

"I don't think you could do it bad if you tried. But seriously, you need to 
leave."

"Only if I can come back later. Maybe we can call Frohicke and let him 
listen."

Ah, there it is. Her laugh. That beautiful laugh that I've thankfully been 
hearing more and more often lately.

"I'll call you the second she leaves, and then you can get your butt back 
over here and finish the job."

"Your wish is my command Scully."

When I'm fully dressed, Scully nearly throws me down the stairs of her 
apartment building.

"You really are a jerk, you know that?!"

What? I turn around just as I get to my car and see her standing at the 
doorway with her arms folded across her chest. She looks pissed, but I see 
that small hint of a smile playing at her lips.

"Just one of the many reasons why you love me, huh Scully?"

I get a quick wink before she turns on her heel and shuts the door behind 
her.

Why I waited almost seven years to see this side of her I'll never know. 
Don't get me wrong, I still adore Dr. Scully, but she's got nothing on my 
Dana.

I'm still wired when I get home  all I want to do is go for a long run, but 
I opt for a long nap instead. I have a feeling I won't be getting too much 
sleep tonight either?

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