TITLE: Walking the Wall
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
EMAIL: penguin2@blueyonder.co.uk
CLASS: MSR
RATING: NC-17, Hide the kiddies!
Spoilers: small one for the pilot

For Lisa, who reckons I do MSR smut very well :-)
I'll let the rest of you be the judge of that!


Walking the Wall

Mulder has an oral fixation, and I have a fixation on Mulder's mouth.
Every item in his hand, no matter what it is, gets to his mouth in
the end. It may only be a small tap of a pencil against his full and
pouty bottom lip, it may be the crunch of a sunflower seed between
his teeth, but all of these items have one thing in common, they make
me jealous of the attention Mulder lavishes on them with his mouth.

There is a bag of sunflower seed lying open on the desk and I almost
will him to eat one. He does and the noise as he cracks the shell sends
shivers up and down my spine. There is something incredibly erotic about
watching him eat them. The way he savours every mouthful, rolling the seed
around his mouth with his tongue, and the small sigh of pleasure as he
swallows the seed, before his tongue darts out to lick the salt from his
lips.

I can hardly bear to tear my eyes away from his mouth, so full and
soft, with lips that just beg to be kissed. I have yet to kiss Mulder,
but I have dreamed of it often. Me, cupping his head in my hands and
standing on tip toe to reach him. Caressing his hair and the back of
his neck. His eyes cloudy with desire as he leans towards me, my eyes
fluttering closed. Then there will be a slight pressure of lips against
lips, tongue against tongue and teeth against teeth...

"Scully? Are you okay? You look a bit flushed."

Busted! I flush even more realising that he's been watching me.
I shouldn't really be daydreaming about Mulder in the office, let's
face it, I shouldn't really be dreaming about him at all, but I want
to.

"It's just so hot in here," I reply, fanning myself with a folder and
averting my gaze. I wonder if he knows I wasn't talking about the
heating? I try not to look at him anymore, but my good intentions don't
last long. Mulder is just so... just so tempting.

He is engrossed at something on the computer screen, absently chewing the
end of a pencil. I want to be that pencil. I want him to nibble on me and
the image sends shockwaves of desire straight to my groin. I shift in the
chair, feeling slightly uncomfortable but unwilling to lose the delightful
sensations.

God, I want this man. I've always wanted him. I still remember our
first case, me panicking over a few mosquito bites and rushing to his
room half-naked and shaking. I remember him too, the way he seemed to take
longer than was absolutely necessary checking the bites on my lower back. I
remember his breath there, soft as a whisper, sending shivers of desire up
and down my spine. I tremble again, remembering.

There is something between us, chemistry, love, lust, whatever you
would like to call it, but we have never acted upon it, never gone
further than silly banter and innuendo.

Sometimes I feel as if I am in a courtyard surrounded on all sides by
a high brick wall. Every day I walk around that wall, trying to find a
way out, trying to find a crack, a space, where I will see something
other than the walls. But I never could find it.

I linger in the office for a while after he has gone and I sigh. I hate
this, this lull between major cases where we have nothing to do but
paperwork, confined in our office with him and giving me time to
think. All I can think about is him.

I grab my bag and stride out with a new sense of purpose. There is no
point in going home to an empty apartment yet again. I know what I will
do there, make myself miserable wondering why he hasn't made the first move.

There may not be a hole in the wall, but I can knock the wall down.

I can make one.

***

Scully is the last person I expect to see at my door well past eleven.
I'm waiting for a pizza and I realise I haven't turned off the video.
I've been watching something that I'm sure Scully wouldn't approve of.

Scully just stands there in the corridor, smiling slightly so I take
it that there is nothing urgent or life threatening in the offing. A
social call? That is unusual for Scully and I wonder if there is
something wrong but she's afraid to tell me. Doesn't she know she can tell
me anything?

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asks finally.

"Er, sure," I open the door wide and she steps in. I try and rush to
the living room before her, but Scully beats me to it. Her eyes are
wide as she takes in the action on screen.

"Um, it's very graphic, isn't it?" she asks.

"I'll turn it off," I say, reaching for the remote. The screen blanks
out and Scully sits down on the sofa and pats the space beside her.

"Why don't you turn the movie back on?" she asks shyly and I feel
myself harden at the very thought that Scully wants to watch an adult
movie with me.

"You want to watch it?" I ask, curious.

"Sure. I've never seen one before. I thought it might be, er, a bit
educational," she giggles then, like a naughty schoolgirl, ready to
try something that she shouldn't. It's been a long time since I've
seen Scully giggle.

I turn the video back on, but I am more interested in watching Scully
than the movie now. I sit beside her on the couch, watching her as she
is engrossed in the film. That surprises me, that she is so engrossed.
Does she find it interesting or shocking?

"So, is there a story or just sex?" she asks, risking a glance in my
direction.

"Er, pretty much just the sex," I manage to squeak. Scully's attention
wanders once again to the screen and I can see a flush painting her
cheeks. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips and she gulps down
some air. Is this arousing her? Is she enjoying this? I glance at
the screen to see which scene has affected her so.

It's one that has been watched many times, the tape in places grainy
and jerky and I recognise it too. The setting is an office, not
exactly like ours, but near enough if you use your imagination. A
tall dark haired man sits at a desk, across from him, his shorter,
red-headed female companion. The woman looks up and their eyes lock, the man
stands up, strides towards the woman. Once there, he sweeps the desk clean
of paperwork and pushes the woman down on the desk, kissing her hungrily.

Beside me, Scully moans and I realise now why she came over tonight.

I am not disappointed, but I am surprised. I thought it would be me
who would make the first move. The doorbell rings and I curse inwardly.
That'll be the pizza, but I'm no longer in the mood for food.

Reluctantly I head to the door, get rid of the delivery boy as quickly
as possible and return to the living room. The pizza box drops to the
floor at what I see there.

Prim and proper, Dana Scully, has discarded the jacket of her suit
(although it is folded neatly on the floor) and is leaning back against
the sofa. Her eyes are closed and the top two buttons of her blouse
are undone. She is using both hands to caress her breasts through the
blouse. Even through the material, I can see the nipples standing up in
little points and my groin tightens uncomfortably at the sight.

There is a look of such rapture on her face that I'm not sure I want
to disturb her, but my body has other ideas.

"Anything I can help you with, Scully?"

***

My eyes fly open at the sound of his voice, low and husky with want.
I feel the moisture pool between my legs and I squirm a little on the
sofa. I'm embarrassed that he caught me like that, but also excited.
It gives me such a thrill knowing he was watching me and it excited
him.

I nod, not really trusting myself to speak. I'm afraid that if I do,
I will end up talking myself out of it and I don't want to talk myself
out of it. I want this. I need this. I need him.

Mulder gets down on his knees, his head level with my knees. He takes off my
shoes and begins to rub my feet. Oh God! This man has magic hands. It's as
if there's a thread connecting my feet to my groin
and I can feel a delicious ache building at the base of my stomach and
between my thighs.

"Do you like that, Scully?" he asks softly.

"Yes - yes!" I gasp out. "But I'm normally so ticklish there. How come
it doesn't tickle?"

He glances up at me, his eyes dark and clouded with desire. I feel my
heart hitch in my chest and I swallow. "It's because you are aroused.
You are aroused, aren't you Scully?" he presses hard on the arch of
my foot and I am almost undone.

"Yes, Mulder! Please!" I have no idea what I am begging him for.
Rational thought is a distant memory. All there is, is Mulder's hands
doing wonderful things to my body. Mulder stands up and reaches out
an arm to help me up.

Mulder stands there, just staring at me for a while. I revel in the
scrutiny. I feel naked under his gaze although I'm still fully dressed.

He cups my face in his hands and leans towards me. My eyes close as I
anticipate our first kiss. How can I describe that first kiss?

It's fire and water, sweet and sour, being struck by lightening and
drowning in cold water all at once. I'm sure my heart stopped for a
moment as I felt the first touch of his lips upon mine. I cling to his
neck, caressing the base of it and I feel him shudder against me, his
hardness pressing into my stomach.

He grabs the cheeks of my bottom and grinds me against him. I moan
into his mouth and feel the sensations make my legs wobble. I pull
away from him.

"Too many clothes," I say and he is on me like a wild animal. He
doesn't bother opening the buttons, just tugs at my blouse until they
pop off and he drags it off my shoulders. He kneels down and unzips my
skirt, before pulling it down and letting it puddle around my ankles.

I step out of it, standing and trembling before him in my underwear.
Peach lacy bra and matching panties set. He stares up at me for the
longest time and I wonder if I've made a mistake. I have never
been the object of his obsession before. It's unnerving.

"God, Scully. You're beautiful," he whispers and leans his head against me.
His tongue darts out and kisses the curls through my silk panties. I feel
faint and sway a little, grabbing hold of his head for support.

Mulder directs me back towards the couch and pushes me down upon it. He
removes my panties in one fell swoop, as if he's done it quite
frequently. The jealousy this arouses in my breast is uncalled for and
I stamp on it quickly.

I moan wordlessly as he parts my legs and bends his head. He kisses the
inside of my thigh, tantalizing, teasing and I squirm on the couch,
wanting so much more. I've been teased enough. If something doesn't
happen soon I will die. I will.

"Mulder, please!" I plead and at last he goes where I need him. I'm
already so wet, but the feel of his tongue and saliva on me sends
shivers all over my body. He laps at me, soothing and exciting at
the same time.

I grab hold of his hair, I can feel the orgasm building and I grind
myself against his mouth. As I do, his nose just grazes at my clit.

"OH! OH! GOD! MULDER!" I scream with the force of it, a tidal wave
of sensation washing me up on the tide and I lay there, gasping for
breath.

But Mulder doesn't stop, his tongue gentler now, but teasing again
until I can feel the sensations build once again. I moan and thrash
about on the sofa, feeling so much need that I am sure I will die
from the pleasure of it.

A sob of frustration escapes me when he stops. I glower at him, but
he smiles at me and removes his clothes almost as quickly as he removed
mine.

I lie flat on the sofa, my head resting against one of the arms. He
comes towards me and leans above me. "Are you sure?" he asks while hovering
above me.

"Yes," I grab hold of his back as he enters me, he slides in easily,
but there is a little discomfort at first. Mulder is so large, but
gradually we get into a rhythm and I just relax and let nature take
it's course.

Mulder's thrusts become faster, less co-ordinated and I realise he must be
close to his climax. I'm not far off myself and I try and hold on
so that we can fall over the edge together.

"OH! Sulleeeee!" he wails as he comes. I feel my inner walls contract
at the feel of his essence, his seed inside me and I am falling, falling
falling.

He lays his head on my shoulder, I can hear him gasping against my
ear. We are both covered in sweat but I don't care. I caress his hair.

I'm sure I have a stupid grin on my face. He glances up and smiles
at me. "I'd never thought I'd see the day."

"What?" I demand.

"Dana Scully. Getting excited at watching a porno movie."

I punch him playfully on the shoulder. "It wasn't the movie, Mulder.
It was you."

"I know," he grins widely. "I was only teasing you." He looks at me
again, the smile gone, all serious now. "Scully, you do know I love
you, right?"

"I know, Mulder. I love you too."

He kisses my neck and yawns. "Maybe we ought to get to bed."

"Do you even have a bed, Mulder?"

"Yes, but I hardly use it. It's too big for just one."

"Well, there are two of us tonight," I reply.

"And what about tomorrow?"

"There'll be lots of tomorrows," I assure him. As he gets up, I take
his hand and we walk to his bedroom together.

I sigh and lean my head against him.

The first brick is down.

END

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