Sealing The Cracks By afg Rating: NC17 Category: Post-ep RST Spoilers: Shadows Summary: Tension abounds after a conclusion to a case. Thanks to: Tali (She who must be obeyed) and to Sue for making me laugh. Feedback: Absolutely Author Notes: This was written for Fandomonium's 'Virtual Season of Smut'. "I told you it wouldn't be open, Mulder." "Yeah well, I guess I'll just have to wait till we come back to Philadelphia again," Mulder looked at the locked doors of the museum that housed the Liberty Bell. "I bet you are feeling pretty pleased about how the case panned out, eh, Scully?" "Sure, why shouldn't I be, we got a result on this one, something tangible. We don't get that kind of closure too often." Scully looked up at Mulder, surprised by the expression on his face. "You look like you disagree, it doesn't make you feel good that we bagged a guy selling parts to terrorists. We saved lives today Mulder, can't you be happy about that?" Mulder turned back to the car and got in the drivers side slamming the door. "Mulder?" Scully asked as she got in the car after him, non- plussed at his sudden shift in mood. "What?" he replied sullenly "What is wrong with you? We actually get to solve a case and you act as though you've been put on suspension." "Look," he said, starting the car and heading out into the evening traffic, "let's just get back to the motel and get the reports written up, alright?" "Fine, Mulder, let's do that." Scully said, her own mood beginning to sour. They drove the rest of the way in a tense silence. Mulder parked the car in the motel lot and after a hasty goodnight they retired to their respective rooms. Scully had been typing her report on her laptop for the last two hours when her email flagged up, she opened the programme and found Mulder's report in her inbox, she read through it with increasing incredulity. "What the hell are you doing, Mulder," she muttered under her breath as she got up from her chair, slipped her shoes back on, and left the room, not bothering with her jacket. Mulder was stretched out on his bed; the only illumination in the room was from the television. He'd turned the sound off and was staring at the screen, watching Felix the cat being chased by a man in a lab coat shooting a ray gun; the muted colors flickered across Mulder's face. He looked up as he heard a knock at the door. He heard Scully's voice coming through the thin chipboard, sighing, he rolled off the bed and went to let his partner in. As he opened he door she pushed passed him, and entered the room. "Come in, why don't you." He muttered. "What are you playing at?," She demanded, her eyes blazing. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific." Mulder shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't be obtuse, Mulder, you know exactly what I'm talking about." Scully stood ramrod straight, her arms folded tightly beneath her breasts. "The report, are you truly going to hand that into AD Skinner?" "Yes, that was the general idea. Why? Is there something you're not happy with?," he asked, innocently. Scully's head drooped and her gaze fell to the threadbare carpet. "Mulder, we've just cracked a major case, we've uncovered a murderous conspiracy within a large company and we've stopped the selling of weapons parts to a highly motivated terrorist organization who have previously admitted targeting US citizens. What do you write in your report? Poltergeists and apparitions, with barely even a paragraph on the concrete results." She lifted her head and looked at Mulder "We finally have closure on a case, something so rare with us that I can hardly believe it. You are the senior agent here, Mulder, your report carries a lot of weight, is there some reason why you insist on making yourself and the X files a laughing stock? Please tell me, because I'm damned if I can figure out what goes on in that head of yours." Mulder looked at her for a moment, a small smile on his lips. "You know, Scully? There's a lot of the Spaniel in you." "I beg your pardon?," she bristled "You have a tendency to be over eager to please." Scully's face blanched. Her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Mulder, if you find my enthusiasm for solving a case so amusing. I really don't know what I was thinking, maybe I thought that just for once we had done something provable, something that would put the X files in good standing." "That's the point, Scully," he interrupted. "We were here to investigate an X file we aren't ATF or white collar crimes we are the X files division and that is what my report reflects." Scully's hands clenched into fists at her side. "Do have any idea how close you are to being shut down? You are a whisper away, Mulder." "Well then, Scully, your work will have been done," he shot back, bitterly. . The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to arctic levels. Scully drew herself up to her full height and stepped closer to her partner, "You bastard, you complete and utter bastard," her chest rose and fell with the effort of controlling her temper. "Why do you think I was so pleased about this case? It gives the X files credibility, it gives us leverage and it might well stop Blevins and his cronies from throwing your ungrateful ass on the street." She turned and stepped towards the door, reaching for the handle. Mulder's hands shot out and he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around pressing her back into the door. "Don't pretend that you care what happens to the X files, Scully, you are here for the very purpose of shutting me down and reeling me back into the mainstream." He towered over her using his body to intimidate but Scully was having none of it. "Mulder, you give paranoia a whole new dimension. I thought we'd got over this, I thought perhaps I might have proved myself to you." "You forget my watchword, Scully; trust no one." He was still holding her against the door, his eyes a little wild his breath coming fast. "I trust you, Mulder," Scully relaxed in his grip her eyes wide and desperately trying to convey the truth of her words. "You trust me?" "Yes." Mulder looked down at her, his gaze fixed on her lips. As he watched, her tongue slipped out to moisten them. He shifted his eyes to look into hers "You trust me?" "Yes." Mulder leaned down and kissed her, not at all tentatively but hard and full of the frustration and anger that had been festering since the conclusion of this latest case. Scully made a surprised little grunt as he ground his lips against hers. After a few moments he pulled back. They were both panting but Scully didn't try to push him away. "I trust you, Mulder." "Maybe you shouldn't." He said quietly as he once again bent to kiss her, this time he was gentler, his lips brushed against hers, his teeth nipping her full lower lip, his tongue moving to sooth the hurt and seeking to enter the warmth of her mouth. She acquiesced and his tongue met hers in an eager tangle. His hands let go of her shoulders and moved to cup her jaw as his mouth moved against hers with an increasing intensity. Scully moved her arms up to his shoulders one hand reaching to caress the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Mulder gave a little shiver and his lips kissed along her jaw and down the column of her throat. "You should stop me, Scully," he whispered against her skin. "Perhaps, but I thought this was about trust?" Her voice was a low alto. Mulder moaned and his hand slipped down to cup her breast. He sunk down to his knees reaching for the buttons on her blouse and slipping them open. "I'm not feeling very trustworthy," He looked up at her as his nimble fingers reached for the clasp between her breasts. "That's not the point." She returned his gaze and sighed as he open her bra and his warm elegant hands touched her bared flesh. Mulder's face was level with her flushed chest and he moved his head to run his tongue around one tight little nipple. He smiled as he heard a soft moan from above his head and a hand cup the back of his skull, pressing him closer. He divided his time between each soft mound licking and sucking, occasionally glancing up to see her biting her lower lip, watching him work her body. He wanted to see how far she would let this strange game go, he wanted to see other things as well. He was suddenly desperate to see, to touch, smell and taste. Scully felt his hands drop to her ankles and begin to smooth up, over her calves. His fingers teased the backs of her knees before moving on to her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he went, past the tops of her thigh highs until his thumbs reached the cotton of her underwear. Pushing the skirt up around her waist he put his face to her mons and kissed her. She gasped as she heard him breathe her in. He reached around and sliding his hands under the elastic of her panties, he grasped her behind, and pressed her towards his face. Scully's hands grabbed for the doorframe to help steady herself. "You smell wonderful, Scully," he said, snagging the waistband and pulling the panties down, helping her get her feet free of them. Not quite knowing how to reply to a statement like that and strangely amused that he was still calling her 'Scully' despite having his face buried in her crotch. She settled for an all-purpose, "mmm." "Lift your leg over my shoulder," he instructed With his help, she did just that and almost fell over as she felt his tongue lick her from her perineum to her clit in one long sweep. "Oh Jesus, I can't do this," she moaned. Mulder immediately pulled away, "I'm sorry, Scully." He looked up at her with such a ridiculous expression of contrition on his face that she couldn't help but laugh. "No, Mulder. I meant that I can't do this standing up, I feel like I'm going to fall. Anyway, I have a better idea." "You do?" He asked both relieved and intrigued. Scully dropped to her knees and cupped his groin with a small hand. "This is all about trust, right?" "It is? Erm,I mean, it is." Mulder tried to bring his voice back to its normal register. "I don't feel that it's my trust in you that's in question. You obviously have some problem with me so, I think that this exercise has been a little one sided and we need to work on our partnership skills." As she spoke she started working the buttons on his shirt open, baring his lightly furred chest. Her hands went to his defined pectorals and she gently scraped her nails over his flat nipples. Mulder suddenly gripped her wrists stopping her ministrations. "Look, Scully, I'm sorry I was such an asshole earlier. It's just that as soon as you realized that this case had more mundane aspects to it, something that you could prove and solve, you seemed so enthusiastic, much more so than on some of our other cases. I thought that you would get such a kick out of it that you would want to leave the X files. You're a good agent, a good partner. You may have noticed that I don't work too well with others, I can work with you; I don't want to lose you to another division." He looked at her earnestly. "I don't want to leave. Okay, sometimes I might not get so enthused about some of our more unusual cases but remember, Mulder, this is all new to me. I come from a background of solid science; the cases we investigate are pretty 'out there'. The evidence for some of the stuff we experience is so ephemeral as to be none existent. I'm still finding my feet. I may not always agree with you, Mulder, but I'll always have your back because we are partners." She stopped to take a breath, and collect her thoughts. She desperately needed Mulder to understand. "I meant it when I said that they are close to shutting you down, that's why this case is so important to you. To us. Otherwise my staying with the X files is a moot point." They both looked at each other, a new understanding between them. "All right, Scully, I'll re-write my report." His eyes shifted to her breasts. "Do you want to get dressed now?" He couldn't hide his disappointment at the thought that she would. "This is a one off, I think Mulder, don't you?" "Yeah, I think so." "Well then, so far, I feel it's been a useful team building exercise and I think it only prudent to bring the exercise to its natural conclusion." She said seriously as she extracated her wrists from his grip. "It's natural conclusion?" Mulder smiled hopefully. "Yes Mulder, every task has its completion, its climax if you will." Her hands busied themselves with his trouser button and fly. "It would be remiss of us not to complete this endevour. It would be somewhat unsatisfying, wouldn't you agree?" Her warm hand delved into his boxers and she grinned as she extracted his smooth and very erect penis. Mulder's eyes closed in an effort to control him self, as seeing Scully's hand wrapped around his cock had nearly set him off. "Oh yeah," he murmured, "that would be very unsatisfying." He opened his eyes and smiled at her "Be gentle with me Scully, it's been a while." "Me too, this job is ruining my social life." She said as she slowly moved her hand up and down his length. "Shit, I've just had a thought, I don't have any protection." "Me neither. Do you feel like practising a little teamwork Mulder?" she pushed him down on to his back. "Always," he smiled, catching on. "Right then partner," she grinned, "Let's do it." She moved up to straddle his chest and bent forward, her soft rump and warm sex hovered over his face. She felt his large hands grip hold of her hips to guide her to his mouth and then an intense rush of pleasure, as his tongue played along her folds. She lowered her head and took his silky cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip tasting his salty maleness. There was no way she was going to get him all in there, so she held the root and began to move in a counterpoint to her mouth. She felt, as well as heard Mulder's happy growl as he began to concentrate on her clit, pressing his lips against it and sucking, mimicking her own actions. Mulder knew he wasn't going to last long as she introduced some wonderfully inventive time signatures to her rhythmic assault on his cock. What with that and Scully's feminine scent surrounding him, he could feel his toes curling in anticipation as he neared his climax. He thought it only polite to let her know of the imminent eruption so he let out a couple of warning moans, hoping she'd get the message, but she seemed quite content where she was and he felt her moan vibrate along his shaft and her tempo increased. Mulder couldn't keep up his assault on her clit, as he came with an intensity he hadn't experienced for years. "Fuck, yes!" he shouted with an articulacy that surprised him. The back of his head smacked against the thin carpet with a force that he knew would leave a bump, but he didn't care, as waves of post orgasmic euphoria washed over him like warm Jell-O, erasing the tension from his body and mind. He opened his eyes to the sight of Scully's rear end wriggling pointedly above him. He thought it probably wise not to leave the lady hanging, so he pulled her down to his lips once again and set to work with renewed vigour. Scully propped her self up a bit using Mulder's firm thighs as leverage. For a moment she thought he had forgotten about her and she'd been so close, the feel of his pulsing cock and his warm seed shooting into her mouth had just about done it for her. But, as she felt him start up again, his wonderful tongue jabbing and dancing over her flesh she was quite prepared to forgive the slight delay. "Oh yes, that's good, so sweet." She gasped encouragingly. As Mulder began a delightful combination of sucking and tongue swirling, she started to wonder if the top of her head was going to blow off. Suddenly, to her surprise, she heard the sound of an orchestra start up. "Oh my god!" she cried as she recognised the piece, "I'm hearing Elgar." Scully's spine arched taut as Mulder went for the big finish by sucking hard and long and she gave out a little yelp, followed by a groan of release. She collapsed forward and rested her forehead on his thigh, panting with exertion. After a moment they untangled themselves from each other and lay side by side examining the ceiling tiles. "Mulder? I can still here Elgar's Cello Concerto." Scully said, puzzled. "Hmm, that would be because there's a cellist in the room next door." Mulder turned his head to look at her. "He's been practising on and off all evening." "Thank goodness for that, I was beginning to think that you were too good to be true." She gave him a smile. "You know, Scully, I don't think I've ever enjoyed a team building exercise quite so much." He said with a satisfied sigh. "Yeah, it was a worthwhile experience, but Mulder?" "Hmmm?" "I'd leave any mention of team building out of your report. You know how the FBI feels about outsourcing their communication seminars." "I guess you're right, Scully, we wouldn't want to set off any alarm bells." "No, we don't want to take any liberties whilst were in Philadelphia" "Scully?" Mulder groaned. "That was terrible" "Sorry, Mulder, I just couldn't resist." The End.