Author:  Witch Baby  
Title:  Stakeout II – The Aftermath (sequel to Stakeout) 
Category:  MSR, ANGST, UST 
Rating:  R for sexual descriptions 
Spoilers:  None.  No specific time frame either. Could be 
anytime, you  decide. 
Summary:  Scully’s reaction to Mulder ogling her during 
the stakeout. 
Disclaimer:  Unfortunately, I do not own Mulder or Scully 
(though I really  wish I did!).  They belong to Chris Carter, 
1013 Productions, FOX, --  whoever, I just know it's not me.  
No infringement intended.


Stakeout II -- The Aftermath

I could feel his eyes on me in my sleep, and my body 
responded.  Even in my semi-conscious state my nipples hardened 
under his gaze.  It took me a few minutes to fully awaken, but 
even before I opened my eyes I knew I would find him staring at 
me. It wouldn't be the first time I caught him looking  
at me as I sleep.  I expected to find him, as I awoke, 
gazing at me with half-concealed desire in his eyes.  I did not 
expect to find him with eyes locked on my breasts, staring with 
unbridled lust.  I did not expect to find him stroking his erection 
(a very sizable erection I might add) through the material of his 
pants.  That -- seeing him touching himself because of me --  
sent a wave of arousal surging through my body, fluttering in my 
belly, and causing dampness between my legs.  I think I must have 
made some noise, a sharp intake of breath at the force of my arousal 
maybe, because Mulder stopped stroking himself then, and wrenched his 
eyes away from my breasts, the realization dawning in those hazel 
depths that I was no longer asleep.   

He looked up to my face --  his own blanched by mortification and 
what I think was fear for his life, although the lust still remained 
-- but couldn't meet my eyes.  I would have laughed at his expression, 
had I not been consumed with a desire equal to his own -- one of 
which he was utterly oblivious. 

He opened and shut his mouth a few times, as if he were trying to speak,  
and then finally got the words out, his voice a little higher 
than usual.   

"Scully, I...." he trailed off almost as soon as he began, looking like a  
kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, at a loss for words.  
I think it was the first time I have ever seen Mulder speechless.  Then 
he got out of the car before I even had a chance to react. 

I sat there for a moment, half wishing I had jumped him when I had the  
chance, when suddenly, I was startled back to reality by the ringing of  
Mulder's cell phone. He had left it in the back seat, in the 
pocket of his jacket. I know he took off in a hurry when he left without 
that. I reach into the back seat and answer it. The perp we've been 
waiting for is on the move not far from here. Mulder and I are being called 
in for backup. 

Great timing. I guess I'd better find Mulder. I look in the rearview  
mirror and see that he's just behind the car, pacing. Of course he didn't go  
far. Where would he go? 

"Mulder," I yell, getting out of the car. He turns to me, like a deer  
caught in headlights. I notice that he is still mostly erect, and to my  
satisfaction, his cock gives a little twitch as he sees me, even though  
there is fear in his eyes. I don't think he notices that I'm still a little  
flushed from our "activities" a few moments ago -- I think he's too busy  
waiting for me to kill him. The poor man has no idea what I'd really like to  
do to him -- but that will have to wait...for now. 

"Mulder, we have to go," I say. He looks completely confused. 

"We just got a call," I explain. "They found him. They want us for backup.  
Now." Mulder nods and gets in the car, still refusing to look at me. 

"This isn't over, Mulder," I think as we drive away. Not by a long shot.