Author: Witch Baby Title: Stakeout Category: MSR, ANGST, UST Rating: R/NC-17 for sexual descriptions Spoilers: None. No specific time frame either. Could be anytime, you decide. Summary: Mulder has a little eye candy during a stakeout. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Mulder or Scully (though I really wish I did!). They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, FOX, -- whoever, I just know it's not me. No infringement intended. Stakeout I hate stakeouts. Really. I mean I absolutely hate them. It's the middle of the night and I've been sitting in this car for about four hours with no hope of leaving for at least another four, and I'm bored. I can't even put on the radio because Scully's sleeping and I know she'll be cranky if I wake her up, so I just have to suffer in silence. I go back to staring out the window...at nothing. It would be easier if this stakeout was about something I cared about, but no, I don't even have that. Scully and I are just "helping out" the VCS. My reverie is interrupted as Scully makes a contented, sleepy "mmm" in the seat next to me. Then she licks her lips. Her little pink tongue darts across her full red lips...and I'm a goner. I know don't often acknowledge the fact that my partner is a woman, but that doesn't mean I don't notice. I mean, yeah, I tease -- throw out the occasional innuendo, that sort of thing -- but I have never dared really let her know how much she turns me on. I think she's kick my ass if I did -- I have no doubt she could. But God, sometimes she really gets to me. Like right now. She's just sitting there, asleep, her head tilted away from me, showing me a milky expanse of neck with a tracery of teal veins just visible beneath the skin that makes me want to kiss right where I know her pulse is thudding -- I can almost see it -- right below her skin. I let my eyes follow down her neck to the vee of her shirt. She's taken off her jacket because it's a pretty warm night, and she's wearing one of those tight tee shirts that she's recently taken to wearing. It's white and I can see the lace of her bra through it. I sometimes think she wears those shirts just to distract me, but of course she doesn't really -- she's Scully, she wouldn't do that, would she? Anyway... the shirt is tight across her breasts. God, Scully has such nice breasts. They're not big, but they're so round. I think they would be a perfect handful... a perfect mouthful. I suddenly realize that I shouldn't be doing this, staring at my partner this way, lusting after her. My pants have gotten really tight. I'm hard and getting harder by the minute. I try to wrench my eyes away from her, but just then she shifts in her seat and I notice that her skirt has risen up just a little, so that I can see a good bit of her thigh. I wish it would shift up even higher, so that I can see more. I imagine pushing that skirt all he way up so it's around her waist. And I imagine pulling her hose and panties down so I can see if she really is a natural redhead (I think she is), so I can bury my face in those silky wet curls and use my tongue to push open and probe her musky folds. My breathing has become erratic and I realize my eyes have drifted up and locked onto her chest, drinking in the size and shape of her wonderful, perfect breasts -- her nipples are hard (she must be cold?) and I can see their outline through the thin materials of her bra and blouse. My hand has moved down, somehow by its own volition, and is caressing my erection, gently tracing the outline of it through my pants. As I stare at Scully's hard nipples it begins stroking my shaft in earnest. I'm really out of control. I know I should stop. It really isn't appropriate behavior for me to be fantasizing about my partner and getting myself off during a stakeout while that aforesaid partner is sitting right next to me, but at this point all I can think of is what I want to do to her body, and how good my hand (I wish it were her hand) feels against my cock... I hear it first. Her slight gasp of shock. And then I feel it. Her eyes on me. On my hand and what it's doing in my lap. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. I tear my eyes away from her breasts and look at her face but am unable to meet her eyes. I try to explain what I was doing, "Scully, I..." I am at a loss for words. What am supposed to say? "Scully, I was ogling your body and imagining what I would like to do to you, which consequently made me pretty damn hard, so I unconsciously started stroking myself through my pants." Somehow I don't think that explanation will work, so I do the only thing I can do. I get out of the car before she has a chance to kill me.