Title: False Assumptions Author: mimic117 Email: mimic1172@gmail.com Rating: NC17 - naughty activities, licentious thoughts, petting the sweaty things.... SMUT Category: S, A Spoilers: Triangle specifically, but nothing else mentioned, and that only in passing. Keywords: BBM (BadBoyMulder), PWP (well maybe a tiny little plot), MSR Summary: Mulder's been thinking about Scully's "oh brother" at the hospital for the last week. The more he thinks, the madder he gets. It's time to show her he wasn't joking. Archive: Oh please do! I will have already sent it to Gossamer and Ephemeral by the time you read this. Disclaimer: Do you think anyone from FOX actually reads these? If I said they were all a bunch of neenerheads, would I get a nasty email? Just to be on the safe side: not mine, never were, making no money, you the man. Happy now? Author's Notes: Another random little ditty that rapped me upside the head one day. It's all Kathy's fault, really; she pouted and egged me on until I had no choice but to write this so she'd quit sulking. I really should be working on my casefile, but noooo, she wanted this first. Is it what you had in mind? The rest of you can put down the harpoons - I'm going back to the casefile, now. Beta Thanks: To Teresa, for the speediest beta in cybertown. (Isn't it spooky how I knew right where to find you?) Thank you for your support and enthusiasm, oh wise majesty of the angst. Feedback: Would you please? I'd appreciate it so much. Otherwise, I'll have to make it up myself, and that would be cheating. "If it weren't for the gutter, my mind would be homeless." Xochiluvr False Assumptions by mimic117 Saturday 8:25 PM Diamond drops of rain sparkled in Mulder's hair and on the shoulders of his leather jacket as he stood in the open doorway to Scully's apartment. Head down, he cast one glance at her under glowering brows before shoving his way inside. "We need to talk." Scully closed the door and threw the locks. Her quizzical look went unnoticed by the man who now stood with his back to her in the center of her living room, shoulders hunched, hands plunged into the pockets of his tight black jeans. She crept forward, trying in vain to read his mood. This was a Mulder she didn't recognize. The clothes were familiar: black leather jacket, charcoal jeans, tight black t-shirt, black boots. The customary Friday stubble was more pronounced, peppering his cheeks and jaw with flecks of wiry beard, making it obvious he hadn't shaved since Thursday. Scully even recognized the posture - striving to keep his temper under control by sheer will. All these things were known to her, and yet foreign. This man radiated bridled anger like a physical cloud. A controlled rage that pulsed from his body in hot waves that seared her skin. Without a clue as to the reason for his visit, Scully stood behind the couch, clutching the cushions as she waited for him to enlighten her. "Why did you say that?" Scully jumped, startled by Mulder's smoky, raw voice. He hadn't moved at all; was still standing, shoulders bowed inward, containing his emotions with arms clamped to his sides. She didn't have any idea what he meant - she hadn't said a word since he knocked on the door. "Why did I say what, Mulder?" "'Oh brother...'" Mulder turned, and Scully was hit full-force by his smoldering gaze. His eyes were untamed, fierce, aflame with longing - and focused on her. The air she gasped into her lungs seemed heated by his stare. For the first time in their partnership, Scully was afraid to hear what he had to say. "When did I say that?" Leather-clad shoulders lowered as Mulder pulled his hands from his pockets, holding them fisted at his side. He took a very deliberate step forward, muscles rippling down one thigh under tight denim, then up the other. An aura of resolve moved ahead of him like a solid wall. It took all of Scully's will power to avert an instinctual step back. "Have you forgotten so soon, Scully? Did my words mean nothing to you?" Frowning, she tried to remember when she would have said such a thing to her partner. It only took a moment for enlightenment to strike. "Mulder, that was over a week ago. Have you been brooding about it all this time?" Another purposeful step forward... "Not brooding - thinking." ....and another. Scully could no longer avoid the urge to retreat. She backed toward the door, matching him step for step. "I would never hold you to anything said while under the influence of drugs, Mulder. You know that." He continued the slow, stalking pace across her apartment, eyes riveted to her fleeing figure. His head gave a barely perceptible shake. "That's the problem, Scully. You're working under a false assumption." Scully flinched as her back jolted into the solid expanse of wood. She watched this well-known, unfamiliar man close in, her eyes imploring the question her lips could not ask. "You're presuming I was drugged. That's a false assumption." Mulder stopped his advance two feet from where Scully stood at bay. She summoned all her reserves of strength to stop the slight trembling of her legs, the harsh rise and fall of her breasts as she tried to quell her reaction to his menacing presence - but to no avail. "You imagine I would say things while doped up that I wouldn't normally say. Another false assumption." The quivering in her legs was spreading to the rest of her body. But not as a result of fear. Straightening her spine, Scully attempted to hide her growing arousal behind a veneer of disapproval. "Maybe you weren't drugged, Mulder, but you also weren't yourself. Otherwise you never would have said that." A slow half-step forward carried him a few centimeters closer, with nowhere for her to hide. Scully was mesmerized by the fire glinting in his chameleon eyes. "Why would you assume that, Scully? Because of the teasing and innuendoes I've thrown your way over the years?" A few more centimeters. Scully imagined the heat from his body curling around her skin in a caress. Nodding was the only response she was capable of at that moment. "Again, an erroneous assumption. You only thought I was joking - I wasn't. You assumed wrong." "I'm sorry, Mulder. I didn't know." Scully gulped - he was closer than she'd thought. She hadn't seen him move, but now Mulder's warm breath stroked her face as he spoke. "Oh, you knew, Scully. In so many small ways, I showed you my heart. But you wouldn't let yourself see. You just assumed I wasn't serious." Opening her mouth to refute his allegations, Scully found her lips grazing Mulder's in a butterfly's kiss. She couldn't move out of his reach, flattened against the door as she was. The pressure increased until she could feel the heat from his lips searing hers. When a draft brushed the place where his warmth had been, Scully opened her eyes, unaware that she'd closed them. "Mulder, we shouldn't be doing this." His whispered reply hissed against her ear, sending a frisson of electricity down her spine. "It's too late for that, Scully. Your secret is out - I can *smell* you. Look me in the eye and say you don't want me as much as I want you." Scully was going to push him away. Really, she was. But her traitorous hands sold out by clutching his leather-clad shoulders closer, instead. She felt the hard length of his body crushing her from knees to chest - every inch alive with screaming nerves. "I DO want you. But it will change everything." She'd intended to give Mulder her firm assurance that he was mistaken - not this breathless whisper of desire. What deeply-suppressed segment of her brain had spewed forth those words? "That's the biggest false assumption of all. And I know you don't believe it for a minute." Grasping Scully under the arms, Mulder slid her up his body until they were face to face, with her toes dangling toward the floor. Throwing her arms around his neck in reflex, Scully wrapped her legs just above Mulder's hips as he began a grinding tempo against her pelvis. His mouth clamped onto the side of her neck and suckled, dragging a gasp from deep in her lungs. "Mulder, what are you doing?" He only lifted his lips enough to growl a reply against her skin. "Claiming what's mine." She considered objecting to that statement, but the heat flooding through her body as his mouth returned to her throat stilled her voice. She was his, just as he was hers - something she had always known but never acknowledged until now. She managed one feeble attempt at control of the situation. "Don't you think we should move this to the bedroom?" The loss of his lips on her skin caused her to moan in regret; the feverish light in his gaze made her whimper in anticipation. "No." Scully would have protested Mulder's cavalier reply, but the brain cells needed for that train of thought had just met a glorious death in the heat of his passionate kiss. She ceased to think and gave herself over to the senses. A breeze caressed her bare legs as they hung trapped against Mulder's thighs. She didn't remember lowering them from his waist, but there they were, minus the jeans she'd been wearing. The friction of his rotating hips pinned her against the door while hot fingers grazed the backs of her knees. Mulder slipped one button at a time from its mooring in her blouse, until the two halves fell wide, revealing her naked breasts to his hungry gaze. Her nails scraped paths of ecstasy across the back of his neck as Mulder lowered his mouth and latched onto a rosy tip. Scully wanted to burrow under his clothing, to absorb the heat of his skin through her fingers, but she couldn't release her hold on him for fear of losing this divine connection. She had to settle for kissing, licking, and nipping whatever part of him she could reach. A low rumbling noise crept into her consciousness, reminding her of a cat at the height of contentment. It seemed to vibrate through her skin as Mulder released one nipple, nuzzling the valley between her breasts, before transferring his attentions to its sister. Scully closed her eyes as realization struck - Mulder was humming in pleasure. The sound was issuing from deep in his chest, tingling against her breast where his lips and tongue continued their ministrations. His vocalizations spiraled into her ear, down the nerve paths, where they gathered between her legs and set up a sweet ache. Reaching down one hand, Scully undertook the task of peeling off her panties without losing his burning touch . She groaned as he looked up, releasing her nipple. "Let me help with that." The scrap of fabric whisked down her legs and fluttered to the floor before she could respond. Damp cotton was replaced by Mulder's warm hand. He lowered the zipper of his jeans, releasing satiny, turgid flesh. Scully dug her nails into the back of Mulder's neck as she again threw her legs around his waist, pulling his hips into solid contact with her dripping center. Their breathing sped up in tandem as the tip of his shaft found her wet opening and nudged inside. Clamping their mouths together, she swallowed his gasp as she rocked her pelvis, impaling herself in one stroke. She could feel the teeth of his zipper scraping against her inner thighs - a cold counterpoint to the rigid heat inside. Mulder's hands clutched her buttocks, holding her suspended as he met her rhythm with increasing vigor. It wasn't going to last long. Scully could feel the agonizing pleasure already building; radiating from her soul, sending tingling sparks to the tips of her fingers and toes. A constant stream of muffled moans, sighs, whimpers, and groans filled the air. Lips still glued together, tongues twisting hotly around each other, Scully couldn't tell where the sounds were originating, nor did she care. All that mattered now was the need to feel him explode into her body, showering her with the proof of his love. But he was holding back - reluctant to let himself soar before she found completion. Scully could tell by the tense muscles under her hands; the harsh rasp of his breath in her mouth. Unwilling to wait any longer for the fulfillment she craved, Scully took Mulder's lower lip between her teeth, and firmly bit down. The keening cry she sucked into her lungs was enough to send her spiraling into an explosion of bliss. Wave after throbbing wave pulled him deeper into her body as she felt each pulse of his seed bathing her in warmth from the inside. His thrusts gradually slowed, along with the whimpering sighs she drank down like fine wine. Releasing her hold on his mouth at last, Scully felt the trembling of Mulder's legs and lowered her own with regret. She slipped down his body to stand on the floor, aware for the first time that while she was wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt, Mulder was still fully clothed - right down to his leather jacket. If the zipper on his jeans had been closed, there would be nothing but the sweat on his face to indicate the passionate storm that had swept them together. Bone weary, they propped each other up as their breathing slowed to normal. Scully finally had the opportunity to tunnel under Mulder's shirt, stroking her hands over his smooth, muscled back while his warm fingers traced little circles on her hips. Nestled against his chest, she gloried in the rhythm of a heart that beat only for her. His voice above her head was almost an intrusion into her bliss. "I love you, Scully. So very much. Please tell me you feel the same way." How could she not love this man? Scully thought she would have to be dead to avoid loving him; even then, she was sure her love would survive death to protect him always. He had risked so much coming to her this way. After her latest rejection, it had taken great courage for him to open his heart once again. How many times had she brushed off his innuendoes, suggestive remarks, and hints? It had seemed the wise course while she was unsure of her own feelings and his intentions. Her remark in the hospital had been more of a knee-jerk reaction; easily made due to long practice - impossible to take back without compromising her strength in his eyes. But deep inside, Scully had hoped that Mulder would try again some day, so she could redeem herself in both their eyes. She only became aware that she was still standing, silently wrapped in her lover's arms, when Mulder freed himself from her embrace and stepped back. His hands steadied her balance for a moment as she swayed from the loss of support, then fell to his sides. Scully knew when he spoke, she'd waited too long with her reply. "I'd better go now. I assume you'll want to be alone so you can rationalize what just happened and - " Mulder's sarcasm was stopped midstream by the sizzling gleam of passion in Scully's eyes as she looked up at him. The bitter look on his face was replaced by a dawning joy as he absorbed the love that glowed from her body. She made no move to retrieve her discarded clothing, or close her gaping blouse in modesty. Instead, threading her fingers through his, Scully walked around him and tugged, backing down the hall toward her bedroom. "Mulder, you of all people should know better than to make false assumptions." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End Doggett: "So what's next, Agent Mulder?" Mulder: "The shit-storm of all time, Agent Doggett. You ready for it?" from Sieg Und Verlust by aka "Jake" Author's dribbling: Wow, that was really a cool experience! I've never written from Scully's POV before. And I've never done someone else's idea before. And I've never written anything this dark and brooding. So can we say I was a virgin before this one? Probably not. Did I do okay? I won't know unless you tell me. And if you don't tell me, I'll just assume I did alright, and you know how dangerous false assumptions can be. Feedback kept in a little shrine and worshipped daily at mimic1172@gmail.com