Stuck On YOu
By: afg
Category: MT, MSR, General daftness
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frohike to the rescue.
Feedback: You bet  siggy.63@btinternet.com 
Thanks: To Tali for her mighty Beta. And to Ellie and AliceG, 
for the glorious words 'Schadenfreude' and 'Transcendental.' 
Notes: Originally written for a challenge over at The Haven


"Oh, God, Mulder, that's it, right there, " Dana Scully gasped.


"Do you like that, Scully? Does it feel good?" Fox Mulder 
moaned into her ear as he picked up the pace, thrusting deeply 
inside her warm depths. 

"Yeah..mmm..harder," Scully panted, wishing that he wouldn't 
insist on conversation while having sex, she found it very off 
putting. Although, she was beginning to think singing the 
'Halleluiah Chorus' at the top of her lungs might become 
necessary, as she felt Mulder's hand slip between their bodies 
and his very talented fingers go to work on her clit.

"Christ, you feel so good, so hot. Tell me how it feels, 
Scully." 

"Good..Oh God..mmm..yeah..really good," was the best she could 
manage. 

Mulder removed his fingers from her clit and reached for her 
knee, pulling it higher up alongside his ribcage, all the 
while keeping up his deep hard thrusts.

"Oh, God Almighty!" Scully yelled as she felt him sink even 
deeper, his long length sliding deliciously against her G-spot 
"Ah!..Yes," she cried as her hips bucked up frantically in 
response. "Sweet Mary Mother of God..Don't stop..please..harder, 
baby..please..Oh My God!" 

As Mulder, astonishingly, thrust even faster, her orgasm began 
its unstoppable ascent. Starting from deep in her belly and 
radiating outward in undulating ripples of bliss. 

"Yeah, that's it, Scully, let it go, come on, let me feel it."

"Ah.. yeah..Jesus..It's so good ..so good." Scully could feel her 
toes curling with the longest climax she'd ever had, in 
between her moans and shouts she could hear Mulder as he began 
his orgasm. She opened her eyes to watch as his eyes lost all 
focus and his jaw clenched in pleasure. His hips still 
pistoning furiously then suddenly stopping dead as he reached 
his peak with a loud cry that almost sounded as though he were 
in pain.

Mulder collapsed on top of her with a long groan, and they lay 
together panting. Scully hands smoothing over his sweaty back, 
as he tried to recover.

"Mulder, I'm feeling a bit squashed here," Scully gently ran 
her fingers through his messy hair and kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, I was just waiting for the blood to return to my 
extremities." Mulder kissed her lightly on the nose and got 
his elbows underneath him in readiness to pull out of her.

"Aah!" He let out a sharp cry of pain

"What's wrong?"

"It's my back," he said tightly. "Shit, Scully. I can't move" 

"Come on, Mulder, don't kid around." She started to wriggle 
out from under him.

"Oh, God, Scully I'm not kidding. Don't move. This really 
hurts." 

Scully realized by his grimace that he was in genuine pain; 
she reached down to his lower back and pressed her fingers 
into the muscles there.

"Ouch, that hurts," he complained. 

"Your muscles have gone into spasm. Just lie still for 
a minute and then we'll try to move you again." 

"Okay," he settled his weight onto his elbows as much as he 
could, trying not to impede her breathing too much. "How long 
is it going to take? As much as I love being inside you 
Scully, I think people might talk if we turn up to work like 
this. Hey, we could be the erotic equivalent of Chang and Eng."

"Mulder, you truly have a warped mind." 

"Yeah, but you love it, baby," he waggled his eyebrows at 
her.

"Yes I do," Scully said gently, then glaring at him she said, 
"Don't call me baby, Mulder, you know it pisses me off."

"Whoa, hang on a minute, I can't call you baby but you can say 
it to me?" Mulder looked a little indignant.

"Mulder, I've never called you baby."

"Yes, you have."

"When?"

"Not more than ten minutes ago, I heard you."

"You did not."

"Yes I did, it was just after you'd yelled for the attention 
of the Virgin Mary. Although why she would be interested in 
your sexual shenanigans, I don't know. Maybe she's picking up 
tips," he mused. "Have I ever told you how Catholic you get 
when you're about to come?"

"I can't say you've mentioned it, no, but I will strenuously 
deny that I ever called you baby."

"I'll give the Gunmen a call and see if they got it on tape." 
Mulder said innocently.

"Tell me that was a joke?" Scully was blushing furiously and 
giving him a look that could have frozen molten larva.

"Don't worry, it's only me that gets to hear you at full 
throttle. Oh and maybe Mr and Mrs Lensky next door," He felt 
Scully's warm hand slip down to his rear end. "Ouch! What was 
that for?" He said as she pinched his ass.

"It's for being an idiot," she said, trying to keep a smile 
off her face.

"I could have you up for partner abuse, you know?"

"Hey, who's the one getting squashed around here?" She said 
indignantly.

"Yeah, I'm going to try and get off you." Mulder once again 
attempted to extract himself from Scully's intimate embrace. 
"Aah, shit, it's no good, I just can't seem to move," he 
hissed through clenched teeth.

"Okay Mulder, take it easy, just relax. I think we are going 
to have to call an ambulance, or else we are going to be stuck 
like this." Scully said reluctantly.

"No way, am I having some paramedic adding me to his amusing 
collection of medical mishaps. Scully, do you realize how 
often I have to visit the ER in this town? I'm not having the 
entire nursing staff smirking at me the next time I have to go 
in. No ambulance, okay?" 

"Mulder, you can be so stubborn sometimes, we need help. How 
about my mother?"

"Oh yes, I can just hear that phone call. 'Hello Mrs Scully 
could you pop over and help me extract myself from your 
daughter's vagina?' Are you insane? Never in a million years, 
Scully." Mulder was looking a little pale at the thought.


"Well then, what do you suggest we do? Don't even think of 
mentioning the Guinness Book of Records, because if you do, I 
won't be responsible for my actions." 

Mulder looked thoughtful for a few moments, before suggesting, 
sotto voce. "We could always phone the guys?" 

"I'm sorry, Mulder, for a horrible moment I thought you were 
suggesting that we phone the Gunmen. Of course, you wouldn't 
want those three overgrown teenagers to extricate us from our 
dilemma, how silly of me." 

"You know, Scully? Sarcasm really doesn't become you. I'd have 
thought that by now you would have learned that the Gunmen can 
be trusted implicitly." He admonished, looking a little hurt. 

Scully sighed. "If I was about to be abducted by aliens or had 
trouble with shady government types, they'd be the first 
people I'd call but for a situation such as this," she made 
an encompassing gesture. "You can't blame me for being a 
little reluctant."

Mulder ran his fingers through her hair, feeling the soft 
strands caress them. "Well it's them or no one and we can't 
stay like this for much longer. Come on Scully; let me give 
them a ring. I promise they'll be on their best behaviour."

Scully shut her eyes for a moment. This had to rank as one of 
the most embarrassing moments in her entire life and the 
thought of Curly, Mo and Larry joining the mix did nothing at 
all to alleviate her discomfort and speaking of discomfort, 
her bladder was starting to complain and with Mulder's weight 
on top of it, things were starting to get a little urgent.

"Oh hell, just call them, Mulder and let's get it over with." 
she said resignedly.

He bent down to kiss her forehead, then reached carefully over 
to the bedside table and picked up the phone. "Don't worry 
Scully, it'll be okay." He was hoping that the guys wouldn't 
prove him wrong as he dialled their number with Scully looking 
apprehensive beneath him.

"Yeah?" the rather harassed sounding voice of Frohike met his 
ears.

"Frohike, it's me. Turn the tape off."

"It's off, Mulder, what's up? " Frohike asked distractedly.

"Well, it's a bit delicate but we need your help with 
something." 

"Mmm hmm."

"Frohike, are you listening to me?"

"Ah, God dammit, I got whacked. Sorry man, I'm on level ten of 
Hit Man, I'm trying to get to eleven before Langley. We have a 
bet on. If I win, he has to pay for my 'Celebrity Skin' 
subscription this year, if he wins, I pick up the tab for his 
'Dragon' magazine," he explained.

"Yeah well, I hate to disrupt you when you're doing something 
so important, but we really need some help here." Mulder shot 
a glance at Scully and rolled his eyes,

"By we, are you referring to the delectable Agent Scully?" he 
asked hopefully.

"Yes, Scully is here. Look, can you guys just get over here?"

"Anything to help Scully, you know that, but it's only going 
to be me. Byers is off visiting his Godmother and Langley is 
having a sleep over with some of his D&D cronies."

"Oh okay, I guess you'll just have to do." 

"Gee Mulder, thanks for the vote of confidence." Frohike 
sounded hurt. 

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just that some lifting might 
be involved." 

"Lifting? What kind of problem have you got?" Frohike sounded 
puzzled.

"An urgent one, so just get over here, will you?" Mulder urged.

"Okay don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm on my way."

Mulder put the phone back on the hook. "He's on his way," he 
told Scully.

"Oh wonderful," she said without enthusiasm. "He'd better 
behave himself." .

"I'm sure that he'll be the model of decorum." Mulder watched 
as Scully put her hands over her face and her body began to 
shake. "Hey, don't cry, Scully, please don't cry," he said 
concern etched on his face. Suddenly he had reason for other 
concerns as Scully's internal muscles juddered along with the 
rest of her.

"I'm not crying," Scully took her hands away to reveal her 
face wet with tears of laughter. "This is all just so 
ridiculous but it's so in keeping with our lives that it 
struck me as funny." She gasped through her giggles. "Uh oh 
Mulder, I think you're growing." Scully started to laugh even 
harder.

"Will you stop that Scully, Frohike is going to be over here 
in a few minutes, I'm supposed to be getting off you, not 
tunnelling in deeper." Normally the feeling of being inside 
Scully was an experience bordering on the transcendental but 
as he looked down at his partner she seemed to be exhibiting 
way too much schadenfreude at his predicament for his liking. 
"Scully, I never realized what a cruel streak you have, this 
isn't funny."

"Sorry Mulder," she said trying to calm down a little.

"Yeah, well, this sort of experience could turn a guy off sex 
for life," 

"You don't feel very turned off to me, Mulder. In fact I'd say 
you were quite the opposite." Scully broke into more laughter.

"Scully?" Mulder whined.

She was still laughing when they heard Frohike enter the 
apartment.

"Mulder?" Frohike called out.

"In here," Frohike heard Mulder's voice coming from the 
bedroom, along with a rather unladylike snort of laughter from 
Scully.

He approached the closed bedroom door and knocked a little 
tentatively. "You okay guys? Should I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in, Frohike," he heard Scully shout. "This is 
going to make your millennium."

He opened the door and stepped into the room and discovered 
that Scully was absolutely right.

"Oh boy, wait 'till I tell the guys about this one," he 
muttered once he'd picked his bottom jaw up from the carpet.

"Frohike, if you tell anyone about this little incident, I 
will do you such damage, that the Vienna Boys Choir will want 
to sign you up to sing soprano. Is that understood?" Scully 
gave him her most fearsome stare, which didn't have its usual 
effect, as Frohike's gaze seemed to be firmly fixed on her 
thighs.

"Oh, absolutely, not a word, I promise." he said, still 
mesmerised, by the expanse of milky Scully skin.

"Frohike!" Mulder barked out. "Stop ogling my partner." 
Despite not being able to see his old friend, Mulder knew 
exactly what he was doing.

Frohike had the good grace to blush, as he attempted not to 
look too obviously at the object of his adoration. "Sorry," he 
said, chagrined.

"Right, we need ice and a hot water bottle to relax Mulder's 
back muscles. Okay Frohike?" 
"You bet, Scully, I'm on it." 

Scully watched as he hurried out of the bedroom. "We are going 
to owe him big time for this favour."

Scully, he won't want anything for this, the mere glimpse of 
your naked thigh is enough to keep him happy." Mulder smiled.

"You know? When I was a short, chubby, geeky teenager, I never
imagined being a sex object."

"Good grief, Frohike doesn't think of you as a mere sex 
object. More like an unattainable goddess," he said, stroking 
her hair.

"Well, then, maybe this goddess and her partner should take 
him out to dinner as a thank you." Scully suggested.

"Will clothing be optional?"

"Clothing, Mulder, will definitely be de rigueur."

"Ooh, Agent Scully, I love it when you talk dirty." 

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