UNDERWEAR by Queen Mab as she prefers to be known. genie_30@hotmail.com NC-17 DISCLAIMER: Okay, this is a new one. I haven't written any X-Files fanfic, so be kind. This is my first offense. Anywho, yadda yadda, I don't own em, Chris Carter and 1013 Productions do, this is a work of fanfic and is owned by me, but since it ain't worth a whole hell of a lot, no one better sue because you are a loser if you do--don't you lawyers have anything better to do than annoy helpless fans?!! AUTHOR'S NOTE: This may seem a little out of character for these two, but hey, nuthin like creative license to turn up the heat! ;) Comments, suggestions, and dirty jokes can be sent to genie_30@hotmail.com. Anything that isn't constructive will be used to light my pagan bonfires. ;) Archive wherever, but notify me first please. Share, but keep my name attached! WARNING!! This story is rated NC-17 for graphic material containing descriptions of red hot monkey lovin' between our two favorite agents (And if anyone says eeewww, you are a serious prude and I don't want you to read my story.). If that offends, or you are under 18, please go elsewhere for your entertainment, (I won't be responsible for curious preteens!!) but if this don't offend, then please read on. :) And there is a teeny bit of angst, but not much. Just mostly sex and bad words. Xxxxxxxx Scully bit her lower lip, indecision crumpling her normally calm and collected facade. This choice could have disasterous consequences if she didn't make the right one. The universe could be destroyed, irrevocably changed forever and ever. Nothing would ever be the same. Their very lives hung on the balance. Well, their personal lives, anyway. Meaning, does Mulder prefer black silk underwear or red velvet? Oh hell. She blew out a frustrated sigh and held them up against her form in front of the mirror, switching the pairs back and forth for about the tenth time. Screw it, she thought disgustedly. I'm just gonna wear my plain white cotton Hanes and be done with it. It's not like he's going to see them anyway...they're purely for emotional support. "Oh, now that's really sexy, Scully," she said aloud, staring at herself in the mirror. Nervous blue eyes framed by tousled short red hair set in a round white face dusted with normally make-up-disguised freckles stared back at her, and she looked away in annoyance. Damn it all if she didn't feel incredibly insecure right now. God this was so stupid! She was a grown woman, attractive, smart, business-like, professional, well- respected (well, sort-of; you could only be taken so seriously when you worked with someone nick-named Spooky), but right now she felt like a sixteen year old adolescent who was going on her first date with the most popular guy in school. Scully had to snort at the notion of Mulder ever being popular. "Okay Dana, stop being an idiot, " she admonished. "You have nothing to be insecure about. Just because you're not six feet tall, unnaturally thin, leggy and blond like those bimbos in his beloved skin flicks doesn't mean you aren't attractive." So why did she feel inadequate whenever faced with the possibility of going out with Mulder on a purely personal basis? "Because you are a woman, Dana, and at heart, all women are complete twits when it comes to their appearance, no matter how they seem to carry themselves," she said wryly to her reflection. Even when their nickname is The Ice Queen. A name she had to admit she earned with her icy cool exterior at the FBI. She sighed, uncomfortable with remembering. Ice can melt if the temperature was right. She just hadn't let the temperature rise. Until now. Until Mulder. This was their second date. Well, officially, anyway. Hell, they'd known each other longer than most dating couples their age, but this was only the second time that they had decided to actually go out on a regular date without the threat of flesh-eating monsters and little green men (okay, big men with green blood) hanging over their heads as a prerequisite for going out to eat. It was somewhat of a milestone. Then she noticed the reversed numbers in the mirror on the clock beside her bed. "Shit!" she swore, dropping the underwear on the bed and dashing into the bathroom. She had exactly a half an hour before he would be here. **************************************************** Ten minutes later she turned off the water in the shower and grabbed a towel, rubbing her pale skin pink hurredly. Then she heard it--the doorbell. "Fuck," she muttered. He was fucking early. And she was nowhere near ready. She clammered out of the tub and wrapped the towel around her quickly, flinging open the bathroom door and trailing wet footprints all over her hardwood floor. "Come on in Mulder!" she shouted, ducking into her bedroom. She heard him use his key, the lock clicking and his shoes tapping on her floor. "Hey Scully!" he called. "Are you ready?" She grimaced and continued rummaging through her closet with one hand, the other grasping the front of her towel closed. "Um, almost! Give me a couple minutes!" "How many?" "What?" she asked, eyeing the blue dress over the maroon pants suit. "How many minutes do you need?" Mulder repeated, craning his neck in the area of his partner's bedroom, his view obscured by her door that was half-way closed. "Uh, about ten?" she said, flinging the pants suit and dress back in the closet and grabbing her sleeveless black number, the one with the lace at the top. This was a formal dinner after all, she reasoned, and snagged the black silk underwear on her bed. Might as well match, even if he wasn't going to see them. They would make her feel prettier then plain white cotten anyway. "Okay," he agreed, glancing around her apartment casually. It was immaculate, as always. So ordered. So precise. Everything put in it's place. So Scully. He shook his head. Just once he would like to see this place in total organized chaos. She'd probably have an epileptic seizure, he thought to himself with a wry grin. Suddenly he had a very mean idea. Checking her bedroom to make sure she wasn't near the door, he moved over to her couch and, very carefully, took one of the decorative pillows near the arm and angled it. Not enough to be glaringly obvious, or that someone would even notice it as out of place, just enough to make it look a little different then before. He grinned and moved away quickly to her kitchen, feeling very devious. "Make yourself at home, Mulder!" she shouted, trying to pull her dress over her head at a ridiculously fast pace. "I just have to dry my hair!" she said as she skidded into her bathroom and grabbed her hair dryer. Damn it if this wasn't going to take at least fifteen minutes... "No problem!" he answered, taking a Diet Coke from her fridge. "I'll just watch some TV." "Hey Mulder!" "Yeah?" he called back as he grabbed the remote. "I don't get the Playboy Channel." He paused. "Ha ha Scully." He checked his watch. Seven- thirty. If she didn't hurry they were going to be late. And this restaurant was the kind of place where they don't hold your reservations. Typical. The one time he had went out of his way to actually get a nice place for their date (he still couldn't get over calling it a date) they were going to be late. For their first date he had, of course, forgotten to make reservations, so they ended up at a fast food restaurant. He had kicked himself viciously for it all the way to her apartment afterwards--Mulder had wanted their date to be perfect, the kind of evening you remember for years to come after you were married and had several kids and grandkids. Scully had rolled her eyes at him when he pulled into the parking lot at Wendy's, but she had smiled and said it was okay--it didn't matter where they went to eat, just that they were spending the evening together, but he had still felt like such a cad. Well, tonight he was going to make it up to her. A beautiful formal restaurant, delicious cuisine, and expensive wine. This time he was going to do it right. THe perfect date, with the perfect woman. If this perfect woman would hurry up... Finally, after what seemed like an hour but was more like twenty minutes, Scully emerged from her bedroom ready to leave. Mulder smiled as he took in her attire. Her dress was covered by a lightweight black blazer, which let the lacy top of her short black dress peek out. She had her short red hair styled so that it framed her face and small diamond studs shone in her ears. Scully wore a touch of dark makeup, and on her feet she wore smooth black pumps. She looked beautiful. "You look nice," he commented, looking her up and down. "That color looks good on you." In the past few years, even Mulder could learn to compliment a woman. Especially a woman such as Scully. "Mulder, everyone looks good in black. Even you," she teased. Mulder had on a black tailored suit that framed his tall torso nicely. Scully wasn't blind--her partner was damned attractive, a fact that she had been uncomfortably aware of for the past six years. Hell, the first time she met him she had nearly made a fool of herself by letting her jaw drop to the floor and start drooling. She was a sucker for tall men. Tall men with pouty, long lips, strong shoulders, dark, thick hair that you could run your fingers through--Dana! she snapped at herself. Come on! You're staring. Mulder looked at her curiously. "Something the matter?" "Uh, no. Just admiring your choice of accessories," she smiled. Good save, she patted herself on the back mentally. Of course he had little flying saucers on his tie. Scully noticed something on the couch and Mulder almost started laughing out loud when she leaned over him and fixed the pillow he had adjusted fifteen minutes ago. "Come on Scully, we're gonna be late if we don't hurry," he said, clearing his throat and jumping off the sofa, taking her by the elbow and putting the other hand in the small of her back. Did his voice just crack? "Your car or mine?" "Your's," she said absently, putting on her coat. "Okay then." He opened the door for her and they left. They were gone approximately two minutes before Mulder lost the bet with himself that he had made before he came to her apartment--to try and keep his big paws off her until they got back from dinner. It was a date, after all. He certainly didn't expect anything other than a chaste kiss on the cheek, or if he got really lucky, the mouth--he wasn't going to jump her or anything. He promised himself he would let her set the pace. This was Dana Scully. He respected and admired her, and he would never want to make her feel uncomfortable with him on a personal level. They had been through too much together for him to go fucking it up by thinking with the wrong head, no matter how happy he was that she had agreed to go out again with him as his date and not his partner. He failed miserably in the elevator. He was doing really well when he got to her house, keeping his dick in check. It almost faltered when he saw her come out of the bedroom, and he had damn near threw her on the couch and fucked her silly when she leaned over him to fix that pillow and he caught a whiff of her floral perfume and a kick-ass view of her cleavage. His little prank on her had almost backfired on him. But luckily, he managed to push it by sheer will alone (that, and the picture of his mother baking cookies in a 50s style kitchen) back down into his pants where it belonged and walked out of the apartment in extreme discomfort, but still in control. That had all changed when they got in the elevator. **************************************************** Scully wasn't quite sure why she did what she did, just that for some unknown reason she really wanted to know what Fox Mulder tasted like. It was so not like her to just kiss someone in an elevator, especially Mulder, but she couldn't stop herself. Maybe it was the close quarters, maybe it was his cologne, maybe it was her black silk underwear that somehow was exerting a strange, horny influence on her, maybe it was the arrangment of the planets over head, or maybe it was six fucking YEARS of pentup sexual tension being concentrated right at that moment, but suddenly she found herself staring at her partner's long neck and wanting very much to see what he tasted like. So she kissed him. Well, maybe "kissed" is the wrong word. More like licked. Scully had brought her hand up to the back of Mulder's neck, tangled her fingers in his hair just like she had wanted to in her apartment, stood on her tiptoes and very slowly, slid her tongue up from his Adam's apple to his earlobe. "Mmmmm," she had purred in his ear. "You taste nice...I hope there's Special Agent Mulder on the menu tonight." Good God, had that just come out of her mouth? What on earth was wrong with her! This was only their second date! She sounded like a fucking porn queen, for god's sake-- She didn't have much of a chance to figure it out, because the next thing she knew she had been slammed against the wall of the elevator, the emergency stop button pushed and her body sandwiched between the wall and Mulder, his lips smashed onto hers and his tongue down her throat. She made a noise (it could have been a moan, or an, "Excuse me, I think I just did something incredibly stupid" that had been considerably shortened to just one syllable) deep in her throat and then she felt Mulder grab her ass and lift her up against his pelvis. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and he ground his hips into hers, rubbing his dick into her crotch. Oh my god...she thought fuzzily. What are we doing...Scully shivered and moaned into his mouth again, her hands clawing at his broad back, finally making their way underneath his jacket to his shirt. She kneaded and raked her nails along his skin, making him shudder. Mulder released her mouth and attacked her smooth neck, kissing and gently biting all the way down to the top of her dress. So much for will power, he thought silently as he buried his face in her chest, undoing the buttons on her blazer and cupping her breasts in his hands. They seemed to fit perfectly in his palms, as though made just for him. She was just for him... Scully had no idea what or how this had happened. This was completely nuts. She was about to fuck her partner! This had to stop, this was only their second date, they were adults for god's sake, not horny teenagers--then Mulder took a nipple into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue. Oh yeah. She was about to fuck Mulder. Squeezing her legs together, she elicited a gasp from him and dropped her hands down along his strong arms to his waist. Her nimble doctor's fingers working quickly, she undid his belt and pants button while he slid her skirt up to her hips and cupped her rear again, rubbing her ass through her silk underwear. "Ooo Scully, how did you know I liked silk?" he murmured in her ear, kissing under her earlobe. She smiled and pressed her chest against his, arching her back and closing her eyes as he caressed her lower body, his large hands rubbing her ass and thighs. Her skin was tingling and humming with sexual energy. It was getting very hot in here. "Educated guess," she whispered with a smile and reached down into his pants. She felt him jump and heard him groan when she started move her hand up and down his smooth length. Mulder targeted her pouty red lips and went in for the kill, intent on giving her the most passionate kiss of her life. Their mouths met hungrily and they devoured each other like they were the main courses. He snagged the top of her panties with his fingers and yanked them down to her lower thighs, trying to keep her against the wall and pressed against himself. He didn't want to lose contact with her for a second. Her body was so small, so delicate...that thought flew out of his head when Scully rocked towards him and pushed him unceremoniously to the floor, straddling his lap while she shoved her underwear down farther to her knees. "Mulder, if you don't hurry up and do what I certainly hope you intend on doing..." she growled, her face centimeters from his surprised stare. He could feel her hot, wet center rubbing against his cock that was so incredibly hard it was painful. Was this the prim and proper Scully he worked with everyday for the past six years? Was this the woman that had her entire CD collection alphabetized and her filing cabinet color-coded? Was this the Ice Queen? I don't fucking think so, he thought. And I think I like this Scully MUCH better. "I think that can be arranged," he stammered. "But...is this...I mean...what about..." She raised her eyebrow. "Do you want me Mulder?" Mulder almost started laughing hysterically right then and there. Do I WANT her? Good god, that is probably the understatement of the millenium. I want her more than I want to live. I want to grow old with her. I want to have children with her. I want to buy her flowers and chocolates and wake up to her every single morning and fall asleep with her every single night. I want to cry out her name in ecstacy. I want her to cry out my name in ecstacy. I love her. Mulder looked up at her blue eyes and spoke very slowly, almost as though he wasn't sure if he should continue after every word. "I..love...you. I love you Scully," he whispered, kissing her bruised lips gently. This kiss was not the passionate, rip-all-your-clothes-off kiss that the first one had been, this was sweet and soft and just two lips pressing together uncertainly, as though either body would break if they pressed too hard. When he broke the kiss, Mulder looked into her eyes again. They were full of tears. "No, Scully," he said softly, wiping them away with his thumb on her soft cheek. "Don't cry..should I not have said that?" he asked worriedly. She chuckled, sniffling and kissed his nose. "Mulder, if you HADN'T said it--I love you too. Now, are we going to finish what we've started?" she asked, smiling and licking her lips as she rubbed herself against his hardness. Mulder needed no additional encouragement. Grabbing her slim waist with both hands, he lifted her up and repositioned her so that she was right above him. Ever so gently he lowered her down, enveloping him in her tight warmth. He went slowly so as not to hurt her, enjoying her sighs and moans of pleasure as he went farther and farther into her warm depths. "Jesus.." he breathed. She felt incredible. "MULder..." she gasped, leaning over him and tangling her fingers in his hair again. Her eyes closed and her mouth was slightly open, emitting soft gasps and groans of encouragement when Mulder brought his mouth up to her breasts and began to suck through the material of her silk bra. "Mulder...oh god...I.." Scully was completely unaware of the fact that she was on the floor of an elevator. The only thing she cared about was this stupid yet brilliant man that she loved, and that she was finally being defrosted. Oh, was she EVER. Her whole body was tingling, rushing, full of fire and blood and sweat and-- she nearly let out a full-fledged shriek when he flipped her on her back and pulled halfway out of her, then pushed slowly back in again, setting a slow, agonizing pace. She bit his neck to keep from screaming as his hips crashed into hers. Grunts and moans filled the air, along with the aroma of sweat and sex, as Mulder slid in and out of Scully on the floor. She clutched at his jacket, trying to bury him deeper into her. Scully brought her legs around his waist again, crying out when he managed to bury himself deeper in her. She clenched her inner walls rhythmically around his cock. "Oh god Scully..." he moaned, "Oh god jesus fucking christ..." The tempo increased on his even thrusts, and she matched it. He drove into her deeply, delighting in her small gasps and moans, and he almost came when she looked up at him through lowered eyelids and bit her lip. He knew what that meant. He redoubled his efforts, slamming into her pelvis and sucking her breasts with almost frantic efforts. One arm he kept around her waist, keeping her secure against him, and the other he brought down to where they were joined. With his thumb he rubbed her clit quickly, at the same pace they were moving. Oh how he wanted to see her come. Scully threw back her head and arched her back as his thumb slowly began to drive her absolutely insane. "Yes," she moaned, clutching at Mulder's broad shoulders. She was shuddering and trembling as her hips twisted and writhed, her red hair completely mussed and in utter disarray about her head. She was absolutely going out of her mind. Pleasure, pure, pulsating pleasure, surged through every vein in her body, her brain barely registering itself. All she knew was incredible pleasure. Mulder was doing this. He was doing this to her. For her. She threw back her head and arched her back and with a shuddering cry-- "MULDER!!"--she felt herself shatter, break apart, crash, splinter into a thousand different pieces, consumed by flames of desire... Mulder felt hot all over, his body ready to explode. When she called out to him, screamed his name, he felt himself go off like a cannon. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't do anything except feel her small body, wet and tight, so perfect for him and so strong...He strained against her, frantically pumping into her body in quick, deep, uneven thrusts, and then finally felt the incredible sweet release. He had climbed to the top of the mountain and jumped off, poised on the precipice and leaped for all he was worth. But he didn't fall for a second--just floated, hand in hand with Scully at his side in the air, and finally, gently, they both just dropped back down to earth, cradled in each others arms. It was like there was nothing else in the universe except him and her. And that's as it should be, he thought, breathing heavily, his brow covered in sweat as he dropped his head onto her chest weakly. That's always how it should be. **************************************************** Scully opened her eyes. She couldn't remember how long they had been lying there in the elevator, but she knew if they didn't get up soon their good luck would run out and someone would open the door. They had to go back to her apartment. "Mulder?" she said softly, bringing her hand up to caress his head and neck. "Hey.." she smiled at him when he rolled his head up to look at her. "Hey yourself," he murmured, laying his face over her heart. "If I'd known you'd like elevators this much, I would have requested an office at work on the highest floor." She laughed. THE END!