Title:   Handling Mulder
Author:  Sara
E-Mail:  silk1023@aol.com 
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: MSR
Spoilers: Slight one for "Home" though you'll probably miss it
Summary: Scully 'handles' Mulder at a showing of a favorite film-

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, CC, 1013 and FOX do. Lucky
them.

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Author Note: This was inspired by a line in a friend's fanfic-I simply let
my imagination run wild. You can tell where it went! Enjoy this little smut
biscuit-happy holidays!

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"So what are we going to see Mulder?" Scully asked as she stood in line at
the ticket counter. Her partner was next to her, stomping his feet against the
cold night air.

"I don't know, what do you feel like?" he asked, eyes perusing the theater
posters to his right.

"Well-we can go for the 'millennium, end of the world' type flick, or
there's always the 'stupid comedy'-and let's not forget the 'animated mouse' one
either," Scully said with a laugh as she looked at the Stuart Little
poster.

"Come on Scully, you wouldn't really want to see a movie about a mouse that
drives a car-a toy mouse at that-would you?" Mulder asked, a note of dread
in his voice.

Scully laughed.

"No, I think I'm going to take my godson to see it-after all, we loved
Babe," she said with a laugh at Mulder's groan.

"If you launch into that 'baa, ram, uew" stuff again, I'll be forced to
leave you here," Mulder said with a shudder.

"Never fear-animated animals are not what I'm in the mood for tonight," she
replied with a low laugh.

Mulder told himself to not read anything into his partner's remark,
although his body jumped to attention at the sexy tone of her words and 
laughter. He decided to play along-hoping to diffuse his overactive imagination.

"So, just what are you in the mood for Agent Scully?" he asked, cursing
himself as he heard his own voice emerge low and gravely.

Great, just what he wanted for tonight. He'd hoped that seeing a movie
might relax them both. After three grueling days on the trail of a serial 
killer, they'd finally gotten a good lead and were headed out to check on it
tomorrow.

But the case had taken its toll on them both. Mulder hoped a good film
might get them both in a better frame of mind. He just hadn't realized what kind
of mood his partner was in. Or at least what kind of mood he secretly hoped
she was in. Her next words confirmed it.

"Don't be shocked Agent Mulder, but I'm feeling like something a bit risqu,
maybe a bit dangerous and wild, something steamy-hot-sexy-" she trailed
off, her voice making the words a caress, as she uttered them, staring straight
into his eyes, a wicked grin on her face.

Mulder didn't know if he could move, considering his jeans had just gotten
a whole hell of a lot tighter. He took a deep breath, swallowing carefully
before replying.

"Why Agent Scully, you know my 'tastes,' I have no problem if you want to
indulge in them-what did you have in mind?"

Mulder winced at the tone his words had taken, then decided it was worth
it. She was obviously in the mood to play, and far be it from him to object. He
rarely saw her like this anymore, and he'd be damned if he was going to
waste this opportunity. He refused to think where it might lead however. He
decided to enjoy the moment.

"Well-" Scully trailed off, running her tongue over her lips as she
thought. The move made Mulder swallow again and shift a slight bit in hopes of
easing the pressure in his jeans. A futile effort as he saw her eyes suddenly
sparkle as she caught sight of something behind him.

"Look-there's one showing of the movie "Red Shoe Diaries"- you ever seen
that show on TV?" she asked, looking straight at him with a sexy smile.

Mulder gulped and prayed for divine guidance of some form.

"Ahh-yeah, I've caught it a couple of times-I think I've seen the original
movie, but I don't really remember it-do you watch it?" he asked, turning
the tables on her. He was gratified to see a slight blush cross her cheeks.

"Well, I'll admit, I've caught a few episodes-I saw the original movie once
too, but so long ago I don't remember it too well-but I do know it was
pretty steamy-so what do you say Mulder-can you handle it?" she asked, the wicked
tone back in her voice and a sparkle in her eyes.

Mulder gave up the fight and sighed, hoping he could handle this evening.

"Lead on partner-I can 'handle' anything you've got-" he shot back, smiling
slightly as he saw her blush at his words as she quickly turned as they
reached the ticket booth.

Several minutes later, both were standing in line at the candy counter,
arguing over what to order.

"I feel like popcorn-it's not a movie unless you have lots of hot,
slippery, salty buttered popcorn," Mulder said, smiling as she saw the awareness of
his tone register in Scully's eyes. He figured he was going to play this for
all it was worth. How often did this happen after all? And who knew where it might
lead. Not that he was getting his hopes up or anything.

"Fine-you get your popcorn and I'll share it-but I'm getting Milk
Duds-there's just something-gratifying-about letting those sweet, sugary balls of candy
melt in your mouth as you suck on them for hours-then they're all sticky and
warm when they finally dissolve, right in your mouth," Scully replied, a wicked
look in her eyes as her tongue again ran over her lips as she licked them in
anticipation.

Mulder hoped he didn't have a heart attack right then and there. He thought
his heart had stopped beating. And all the blood in his body had just rushed
straight to his cock, as he put a totally different connotation on the
words she'd just uttered. Then again, from the playful look in her eyes, maybe it
wasn't as innocent as he'd usually assume. Something had gotten into his
partner tonight-and he was starting to look forward to finding out what.
That's assuming he could breathe or move any time soon. At the current moment, he
knew moving would be a problem. But there were worse problems to have he
supposed.

They finally reached the counter and Mulder almost desperately ordered
popcorn and Milk Duds. At the last moment, he added a Diet Coke to the order,
knowing they'd end up sharing it as well. He also had a feeling he was going to
need some cooling down, very soon.

Food bought, they headed for the theater, following the winding hallway
until they came to the last theater before the exit. As they entered, Mulder
heard Scully's appreciative 'ohhhh' as she took in the small, round setting.
There were probably only about 50 seats in the entire theater, and it was in an
oval setting, every two of the recliner seats grouped apart from the others,
affording couples a good deal of privacy. At least, that was the first
thought that entered Mulder's head as he let Scully lead him to several seats near
the back corner of the theater. He told his body to calm down, but it wasn't
doing any good. He was hard as a rock, and only getting harder. And the movie
hadn't even started yet. It was going to be a long night.

Several moments later they were settled in their seats, the popcorn resting
comfortably on the armrest between them, Scully leaning slightly towards
Mulder as she munched on the popcorn.

"Scully-I'm glad we're doing this-we needed to get away, get lost in some
fantasy world for a night-thanks for humoring me," Mulder said gently,
feeling his heart tug at the beautiful smile she sent his way as the lights dimmed.
She smiled so rarely, he knew he'd be happy the rest of the night, simply
because he'd made her smile.

"It was a great idea Mulder, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather
see a movie with-or relax with," she whispered back, running her hand lightly
down his arm before returning to the safety of her own chair. Mulder took a deep
breath and told his cock to settle down as he sank back against the seat as
the opening scenes of the movie began.

About 10 minutes into the film, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he
felt Scully's warm breath against his ear, her body pressing against his side.

"Does the lead guy remind you of anyone?" she asked in a whisper, causing
Mulder to shudder as her breath whispered across his ear and went straight
to his groin.

"Um-not really-does he remind you of someone?" he asked, praying she'd move
back over to her seat before he simply grabbed her brought her into his lap
and proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of her until she was screaming
his name, begging him to take her. Something he didn't think the other 20 or so
people in the theater with them would appreciate. Then again-it sort of
went with the movie theme-

"I think it'd be obvious-he looks quite a bit like you," Scully replied,
granting Mulder's wish as she moved back to her own seat. Mulder told
himself his body shouldn't regret the loss of her heat as much as it did.

"Really, I'm flattered you think so-maybe I could have a career in acting,"
he whispered back, giving into temptation and leaning over to murmur the words
against her ear. He smiled slightly as he noticed the visible tremor run
through her body as his breath brushed across her ear.

"Dream on Mulder-" she replied with a smile as she grabbed another handful
of popcorn and turned back to the movie. Mulder smiled and refocused his
attention on the screen.

About 10 minutes later, he found himself sweating under the collar as he
watched 'Alex's' lover forcefully take her in an animalistic way. The fact
was, the scene turned him on. Big time. Especially since his mind was imagining
him and Scully in the same positions, doing the same things. He was literally
sweating now, and could feel his cock straining against his jeans. This was
definitely not the way to be feeling about his partner-especially since she
hadn't made a move towards him for the past few moments. She was obviously
engrossed in the film, as his stolen sideways glances told him. He sighed
to himself, hoping his body could handle another hour of this torture.

He nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt Scully's hand suddenly settle
on his thigh as she shifted in her seat. She was now stretched out sideways in
her seat, her entire upper body resting against his right side, her hand
loosely resting on his jeans covered thigh. He gulped, wondering if she was aware
of this. He knew she was as he looked at her and saw the slight smile on her
face as her eyes remained glued to the screen. Mulder closed his eyes and
prayed. He didn't quite know whether it was for her to stop, or to move that hand just
a little bit higher. He soon found out.

He stifled his breath as he felt her hand slowly begin stroking his thigh,
moving slightly higher with each stroke, coming closer and closer to his
cock, which continued to grow with each motion. He was breathing heavily now,
hoping no one around them could hear him, or see them. He kept his eyes glued to
the screen, not daring to look at his partner, but praying she wouldn't stop.
He didn't know what had come over her, but he wasn't complaining. He'd wanted
her from the first-she finally seemed to feel the same.

He couldn't stop the moan that emerged as he finally felt those nimble
fingers brush over the straining front of his jeans. He thanked god there was a sex
scene on the screen, filled with moans and cries, masking his own. He
couldn't help himself, he had to see what she was feeling. Slowly moving his eyes
from the screen to his partner, he felt his heart stop as he saw her eyes
focused intently on his, her tongue creeping out to wet her lips as he met her
hungry gaze. Her eyes were molten, and, he was happy to notice, she was breathing
hard herself. The movie suddenly lost all interest to him as he locked his gaze
with hers and slipped down a bit further in his seat, allowing her hand easier
access to his cock.

He bit his lip as he felt her squeeze him gently, then begin a gentle
stroking motion, he closed his eyes, letting his body go with the flow, praying the
movie would go on forever, and that Scully would too. This was incredible.
He'd never thought an evening at the movies with his partner would turn out like
this. He lost all thought but the effort to not moan as her hand slowly
sped up. But again, he couldn't escape the groan he released as he felt those
nimble fingers suddenly grab his zipper and pull it down.

Mulder's eyes shot open as he desperately looked around the theater,
thanking God for the high backed seats, praying no one could see them. Obviously,
Scully wasn't as worried, a fact proved by the speed with which she had his cock
freed from his pants and surging into her hand. He risked another look at her,
and found her eyes locked on his cock, watching almost mesmerized as she
continued to stroke and fondle him, licking her lips delicately. He felt his mind
lose focus as he felt his body take over, arching himself against her, urging
her to quicken her strokes as he thrust into her hand. He bit his lips to muffle
his groans, stars spinning before his eyes. He didn't think he could take
anymore when he felt her whispered breath against his ear.

"Am I 'handling' you well Mulder-I have to say, I'm certainly enjoying
it-you're so responsive, so smooth and hard-I bet you'd feel even better if
you were buried inside me, arching hard and fast into my body as I clench
around you, riding you hard, screaming your name as you take me to paradise-right
here in the theater-just like they're doing in the movie-I want you hard and
fast-to take me without thought, simply like an animal-make me scream-then it would
be my turn to return the favor-for you-it gets me hot just thinking about
it-what does it do for you?" Scully whispered against his ear as she continued to
increase her strokes, making sure her lips brushed against his ear.

It sent him into sensory overload. He couldn't muffle his moan as he turned
in his seat, one arm reaching up to grab her head and drag her lips to his. He
kissed her with a passion he'd never felt before, thrusting his tongue deep
into her mouth, as he wished he could thrust his cock into her body. All
the while she kissed him back, tongue battling with his free hand holding his
head to hers, her other hand continuing to tug and pull and stroke him into
heaven.

It was a desperate kiss, Mulder knew he was about to go over the edge-and
he knew Scully was just waiting for that moment. Which was why her next move
shocked the hell out of him.

She suddenly pulled away from their desperate kiss with a wild look in her
eyes. Before he could stop her, she looked quickly around them, and,
seeming satisfied, slipped further down in her seat, leaning over him and before he
could object, taking his cock deeply into her mouth.

Mulder couldn't breath. He couldn't think. His partner, his Scully, was
giving him a blow job, in the middle of this theater, where anyone could see them.
She was incredible! He closed his eyes as he felt her pull him hard and strong,
deep into her throat. She made a slight humming sound, increasing the
friction against him and he lost it. His hands buried themselves in her hair, simply
to anchor himself as he began thrusting into her mouth with a power he'd never
felt before. And she seemed to love it, keeping up with him, taking him
deeper and deeper into her mouth.

He was on the edge. Any minute now he was going to lose it. He tried to
communicate this to her by gently tugging her head back, but gave up when
she slightly shook her head and only continued to move against him. At that
moment, she looked straight up into his eyes, her molten gaze filled with desire,
and a wicked enjoyment of this act, this place, and this person.

Mulder lost it. With a final moan, masked yet again by the sex going on, on
the screen in front of them, he came hard and fast. And Scully was with him
through it all, taking all of him, swallowing deeply, never releasing him. He saw
stars as his world imploded, flashes of light and color exploding all around him.
He was flying, soaring, then slowly, gently, falling back to earth. It might
have been a few moments, or a lifetime, before he opened his eyes and saw his
partner, still looking up at him from between his thighs. An intense wave
of love washed over him as she smiled at him before straightening up and
settling his cock back into his pants, then moving back into her own seat.

Mulder simply sat there, dazed, still not quite sure it had all happened, a
fantasy inspired by the movie itself. He risked another look over at his
partner who'd gone back to watching the movie with full intensity. He would
have been fooled if it wasn't for the sly smile on her lips-and the fact
that she suddenly reached over and grabbed his own hand, placing it on her
thigh.

Mulder smiled to himself.

It was definatly going to be a long night.

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The End