TITLE: Kinklet AUTHOR: Soodohnimh E-MAIL: Soodohnimh@aol.com RATING: R - sexual situations, nudity CATEGORY: V, MSR KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully SPOILERS: Nope SUMMARY: Dr. Scully attempts to relieve some tension. DISTRIBUTION: Please archive at gossamer. DISCLAIMER: Characters from the X-Files are the property of Ten Thirteen Productions and the Fox Television Network. No infringement is intended. NOTES: This came to me in a flash driving home from THE MOVIE. Blame it on FTF-UST and my local radio station. This might qualify as songfic. In any case, a song is involved. If you've got a Pretenders CD, better pop it in now. A big thank you to Shannon, Johnie, and the BRC. Feedback makes me squeal with delight! Please send any comments to Soodohnimh@aol.com. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Skinner had the agents out on loan to the Violent Crimes Section. Whenever the VCS had a case that was at a breaking point, when they found themselves with nowhere else to turn, they called in the ringer. Mulder. He and Scully had been on-site in Chicago for two weeks, and they were running out of time. In two days, if the UNSUB continued his homicidal pattern, the next victim would be abducted, killed, and left for dead somewhere in the city. As the deadline approached, the agents had been getting less and less sleep, Mulder especially. As with all his cases when he'd been on regular rotation in the ISU, he threw himself entirely into it . He lived and breathed the details of the crime, reading the reports, scouring the crime scene photos, endlessly scratching notes on what the killer might be thinking and doing. It was another late night, closing in on 1 a.m., and they'd been going since before daylight. They were set up in Mulder's room, him at the table and her lying on the bed, each of them looking over their respective files. The bedside clock radio was playing softly. Looking up from her work, Scully gazed at her partner. She knew he hadn't slept much for the last few nights, and the tension was beginning to wear on him. His shoulders were hunched up together, the muscles bunching. She could see him grinding his teeth together as he read, the tendons in his jaw sliding beneath the skin. "Mulder, don't you think we should call it a night? It's going to be another early day tomorrow. " "I'm almost there, Scully." Even his voice was strained. "I can feel him now. The connection's here, I just haven't found it yet. You go on." she thought. She knew the answers were locked up in that brain of his, but he really needed time to process the information without being so closely tied to it. The search and research period was over now; it was time to let his subconscious do the work. And he needed sleep. Lack of sleep would make him lazy, sluggish, and in that condition he would be of no help to anyone. A slow, lazy smile settled over her face. She knew one way to make him sleep. It worked every time. But how was she to purpose such a thing? They'd agreed -- never on a case. He had been even more adamant on that point than she. Even though they'd been lovers for a few months, she could count the number of times they'd made love on her hands. And, it had been a hectic few weeks. Never enough time for themselves, to be alone with one another. The current song on the radio faded out and for a few moments it was silent. Scully was still thinking about how receptive he would be to an overture from her when the next song started playing. After a few strains from the guitar and the bassist's downward slide, her mind was made up. [Got brass in pocket] [Got bottle I'm gonna use it] [Intention I feel inventive] [Gonna make you, make you, make you notice] She'd never done anything like this before for him, but this was Mulder after all. She'd never been more comfortable with anyone in her life. The doors were locked and bolted. No more agents were expected to come by tonight. She reached over and turned up the volume just a touch. she thought, as she flicked off the bedside lamp, scooted off the bed and sauntered over to him. Mulder eyes shifted downward from the page he was staring at, to the two little feet that appeared between the vee of his legs. Scully took the paper from his reluctant grasp and dropped it on top of the pile on the table. Her hips were swaying back and forth infinitesimally with the beat of the snare drum. Mulder could read her come-fuck-me expression, and warned her with a look of his own. She ignored him, and reached under his knees to pull him slightly forward, so that he was slumping in his chair, and she straddled his right leg. She stood up straight again, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Just a few buttons, so that he could see a bit of cleavage. Graceful, she was, almost dreamily fluid with the song as she bent low to loosen his tie. Mulder tried to swat her hands away even as he felt himself harden at her nearness. [I gotta have some of your attention] "Sculllyyy...." he groaned. In only one utterance of her last name, she understood what he was saying. 'Scully, what do you think you're doing? We're on a case for Chrissakes!' "Mullldder..." she mockingly purred in response with a slight twitch of the corners of her mouth. She stood straight again and, still moving with the beat, began to undo the buttons on her wrists. His hands lifted to grasp her hips, trying unsuccessfully to push her away, but she had a death grip on his thigh trapped between her own. She wasn't going anywhere. Instead, she threaded his fingers between her own and moved them around her so he was grasping her bottom instead. In spite of himself, he squeezed the muscles of her ass. As he kneaded her bottom, she slid her hands across the skin of his exposed forearms, slightly scratching with her nails. She felt Mulder shiver under her touch, goose bumps rising on his skin. His eyes burned into hers, with both desire and just a touch of irritation. His jaw was twitching again from tension, and if she was able to read him at all, she was sure this was going to be worth it. Scully ran her hands up over his arms, shoulders, and chest, her fingers nipping lightly on his nipples. She could feel them harden beneath his dress shirt. As she was caressing his torso, his hands glided up from her buttocks to her breasts, caressing her in turn. She explored further down his washboard abdominals, feeling them twitch under her fingertips. Two fingers traced the length of his cock, straining against his trousers. Slowly she backed away from him a few steps, out of his reach. [Gonna make you, make you, make you notice] Scully started her strip in earnest now, mouthing the words to the song as she went. She turned away from him and slid her blouse down off her shoulders. Peeking over her shoulder through a curve of her hair, she checked his reaction. Mulder was tracing himself lightly over his trousers. The blouse slid off her completely and dropped to the floor. With a flick of her wrist and a quick unzip, her pants pooled around her ankles. She slowly bent over at the waist to pick the articles of clothing up out of the way, deliberately trying to provoke him. His answering exhalation proved her right. At least he would know that she hadn't planned on this happening. She would have worn something a little more provocative than just her plain white underwire and panties. She turned to face him, and slowly walked back to him with more of a bump and grind to her step, removing her bra as she did so. She stopped in front of him, and dropped it in his lap. Her own hands went immediately to her breasts and she fondled herself, softly singing a little louder, "There's nobody else here, no one like me. I'm special, so special..." Her voice drifted off again. Mulder's eyes danced between her eyes, her chest, and the one remaining piece of cotton. She leaned over him once again, and scattered kisses over his face while she removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Once again, his hands found her breasts as she went to work. A groan melted from her throat as he roughly pinched a nipple. Delicious thrills networked from her breasts to her groin. The last button came free and she placed a wet, warm kiss on his lips. Sliding her cheek along his, she reached his ear. She bit his earlobe lightly, and as she pulled open his shirt she half-sung, half-whispered the last line of the tune. "Give it to me" Her breathy command propelled him forward with a grunt, and he picked her up and tumbled her onto the bed. She smiled into his kisses. End.