TITLE: WORDS OF ADVICE AUTHOR: ANDREA E-MAIL: fallona4@home.com Rated NC-17 Category: MSR Disclaimer: If they were mine they would have done this in the movie Spoilers: None Notes: Any and all advice and/or comments are welcome. By the way just as a warning, I use the "Dana" word but not the "Fox" word. E-mail me at: faloona4@home.com or post comments to this newsgroup ********************************************************************** It was late on a Friday afternoon, and the halls at the bureau were quickly becoming deserted. Down in the basement where the office of Special Agent Fox Mulder was located, it was almost always deserted. So, Dana was surprised when Mulder got up from his desk and closed and locked the office door. She was sitting in a chair in front of his desk. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised as he walked back to his chair to sit down. "What?" he answered the eyebrow. "This must be pretty important if you're locking the door," she said. He took a deep breath. "I need your advice on a personal matter." The eyebrow shot up again. "My advice? Is this a health concern?" "Not your professional advice, Scully, your advice as my friend." "Okay..." she sounded a little skeptical. "You do consider us friends, don't you?" "You are my best friend, Mulder. What kind of advice did you want." "Well, this is kind of embarrassing. It's about a woman." "I really don't think I'm the person to be giving advice on matters of the heart, Mulder. I haven't been wowing them with my conquests." Mulder smiled, "Only because you haven't tried. You don't even notice all the tongues hanging out, do you?" Dana felt a blush creeping up her neck. "I guess I've had other things on my mind, but, seriously, Mulder, if I don't notice stuff like that, do you really think I'm the right person to be seeking advice from." "The advice is actually about how women think. That's what I need help with," he ploughed ahead. "I don't think I think like most women, either, Mulder." "Maybe in some ways, but deep down all women tend to think pretty much the same." The eyebrow shot up again. "I'm not trying to be sexist or to stereotype women, Scully, give me some credit." "Oh right! Your video collection momentarily blinded me to your overwhelming respect for the fairer sex," she said, dryly. "Look, Scully, if you don't want to help me here, just say so," Mulder was beginning to think he'd made a big mistake. "I didn't say I didn't want to help you, I'm just saying your lack of respect for women is fairly legendary around here," she pointed out. "Do you think I don't respect you?" he asked quietly. "Of course I think you respect me, Mulder, but we're partners, you know me. I'm talking about women on the whole. We could debate this all day. What did you want to ask?" "Would that stop some women from being attracted to me?" "Probably." "What about you?" he asked tentatively. "Well, if I knew someone who had a reputation like you do, and he asked me out, I'd think he was only after one thing." "But you know me, Scully, would you still think that?" "No, but we're not talking about me." "Well, let's just say I've got a clean slate then. I've wanted to tell this woman how much I'm in love with her for a long time, but I am terrified she won't take me seriously." Dana tried to keep her expression impassive. Mulder was in love with someone. That explained a lot. Well, he was still her best friend and she wanted him to be happy, even if she felt like she'd just been punched in the stomach. She thought, at first, there was just some new blood out there that Mulder was interested in, someone that he thought was unattainable. This, however, sounded much more serious. "Why do you think she won't take you seriously?" Mulder looked at his hands, "Well I've tried to tell her before and she always just laughs it off." "Perhaps if you didn't flirt with everything in a skirt, Mulder, she might take you more seriously." "You think she thinks I'm just flirting with her?" "I can't know what someone else is thinking, but that's what I would assume. If you behave around her even remotely close to how you behave around me and you said anything like that, she would probably just assume it was more of your incessant sexual banter." "Incessant?" Mulder asked quietly. Dana shrugged, "After a while a person just tunes it out, Mulder." "Okay, so I've desensitized her with innuendo. How can I get her to take me seriously?" Dana sighed, "Oh, I don't know, Mulder, try talking to her seriously, no innuendo, no banter, and no off-colour remarks." "You mean, like we are now?" "Yes, like we are now," she nodded. "So, if we were having a conversation like this and then I told her I loved her, she would take me seriously?" "I can only, truly, speak for myself, Mulder, but yes, I think she would." He nodded his head slowly and took a deep breath. "I love you, Scully." Dana laughed, "You see, Mulder," she started to say. Then she saw the expression on his face. He looked dejected. She caught her breath. "Oh my! Okay, are you really serious?" "Very!" Dana's heart started to pound furiously. She tried to calmly move a strand of her hair behind her ear, but her trembling hand betrayed her true feelings. The blush that had started to creep up her neck had suddenly ambushed her cheeks. Mulder hadn't expected this reaction. He had convinced himself that she would still turn him down, but gently, not wanting to wound him too badly. He got up and walked around the desk. He took her trembling hand and helped her to her feet. She was looking up at him, her eyes wide. He pulled her close and looked into her eyes; they had taken on a haziness and her pupils were dilated. She was leaning into him, her hips forward. "I love you, Dana," he repeated himself as he leaned in to kiss her. She took the kiss open-mouthed, her tongue searching for his. The kiss quickly intensified. Mulder felt his erection pressing into her belly. He was worried she might be offended that he had become so aroused, so quickly. Her hand left his back and he felt her begin to caress and squeeze his ass. She pulled his erection more firmly into her belly. He brought one of his hands around and began to squeeze her breast. She moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss. He brought his other hand around and unbuttoned her jacket. He slid it off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. When he put his hand to her breast again, he could feel her nipple through her bra and blouse. She moaned again at his touch. Suddenly, he realized that she had removed his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt. Things were moving along far more quickly than he had anticipated. He was undoing her blouse. They still hadn't pulled out of their original kiss. Dana laughed into his mouth when they got tangled up, trying to remove each other's shirt. He had never felt anything that good or that right before. Her sultry laugh into his open mouth flooded him with an even more powerful desire to make love to her. As he began to hike up her skirt, he realized his pants were around his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes and pushed them aside, then stepped out of his pants and kicked them across the room. He groaned when he felt Dana's hand on his cock through his boxers. She made a sultry, contented noise in her throat as she stroked him. She reached through the opening in his boxers and gently pulled out his throbbing cock. She made the same noise in her throat when she felt the precum covering the head of his cock. She reached down and cradled his balls, making him groan again. He became aware of the fact that he had Dana's panties in his hand, but he couldn't remember taking them off. He dropped them and gently reached between her legs. He could feel how hot and wet she was. As he caressed her pussy, she moaned into his mouth again. He didn't think he would ever tire of that sensation. He picked her up and she put her legs around his waist. He was trying to think of where he could put her. "Your desk," she said without pulling out of the kiss. She made the sultry contented noise into his mouth again when he cleared his desk with one swipe. He set her down gently, and eased her back onto his desk. Mulder finally had to pull out of their first kiss when he straightened back up. Her lips appeared even more lush than usual; her eyes heavily hooded. "Jesus, you are beautiful, Dana," he said as he pulled her hips off the desk. He slowly slid his cock into her. "Jesus Christ," he almost growled. His head was swimming. "My God, Dana, you feel incredible! So hot, so tight, and so wet," and he groaned again as he began to slowly glide in and out of her. "Oh God Mulder," she moaned. "It feels so amazing! I love how it feels to have you inside of me." He was trying to resist the urge to increase his pace; he had wanted this for so long that he wanted to savour it. "Oh God, Mulder, faster, please! Faster!" she panted. "Want to savour you. Want this to last forever," he groaned. "You'll have the rest of our lives to savour me," she told him. "If I go faster now, will you let me savour you later?" "I promise. Please Mulder!" He began to thrust hard and fast. Dana's moaning became more high pitched. Mulder took his thumb and felt for her clitoris. He knew when he had found it because it was very swollen and Dana gasped when he grazed it. He felt the muscles of her pussy begin to ripple. Her moans turned into wails. She clutched at his arms and her head was thrashing back and forth. He knew he was going to go over the edge any time now, so he put more pressure on her clit. Her body instantly went taut. She dug her nails into his forearms and rolled her head back. Her already tight pussy clenched his cock and rippled furiously around him maximizing his pleasure as it sent him over the top. Her body was quaking and pitching and Mulder was vaguely aware that she had screamed his name. When he had regained some control, he leaned over her and began to kiss her again. "I really wasn't intending to make love here, you know, Dana," he told her as he continued to kiss her. She was stroking his hair and his face as she returned his kisses. "I was only partially aware of where we were," she grinned at him, "And I didn't really care." "I hoped you might not totally hate me, but I never hoped in my wildest dreams, well, maybe in my wildest dreams, that you felt even a tenth of what I felt for you," he returned her grin. "I have wanted you to do that for so long, Mulder," she told him. "They why did you always laugh me off." "I already told you. I thought it was part of the sexual banter. Oh and..." she smacked his arm, "That's for letting me think you were in love with someone else." "Sorry, it was just for a few minutes, but at least I got you to take me seriously finally," he apologized. "I'm only going to forgive because I love you so much. Now let's clean up this mess. Then I'd like to go to my apartment so you can savour me." He got her some Kleenex and then helped her off the desk. "Dana?" he said as he was putting his things back on his desk. She had put her blouse back on and was buttoning it up. "Mmm hmm?" she looked up at him. "I hope this isn't moving too fast for you, but I was really hoping I wouldn't have to spend another night alone." "If you try to leave, I'll handcuff you to my bed," she raised her eyebrow at him. A big grin spread across his face. "Okay, I won't leave, but can we still do the handcuff thing sometime?" She laughed, "That and a whole lot more." "Whew! Frohike was right, you are hot!" She smiled mischievously and tossed him his shirt. They had everything back in order when someone tried the door and then knocked. "Yes?" Mulder called. "It's Skinner, can I talk to you?" "Do I look alright?" Dana asked as she smoothed her hair. She used her thumb to wipe lipstick off Mulder's lips. He nodded at her as he went to the door. As he opened the door, Dana was smoothing her skirt. Her eyes flew open wide as she realized she didn't have her panties on. Skinner walked into the office. "Oh, hello Agent Scully. I didn't realize that you were both still here." "We were looking at some material that the bureau might frown at, some documents that I got by less than standard procedure," he made up an excuse for Skinner. "It's a good thing you locked the door then, because if you ever got caught doing anything like that, I think that would be your careers. I won't be able to pull your asses out of the fire anymore." Mulder laughed, "I bet most male-female agent pairs worry about getting caught doing other things." "If you two were only that easy, it would make life a lot simpler," Skinner laughed with him. Mulder noticed that Dana had been very quiet and seemed preoccupied. "Was there something I could help you with, sir?" Mulder asked as he walked back to his desk. It was then that he saw why Dana had been so preoccupied. Her panties were on the floor, partially under his desk. He stopped and sat on the corner of his desk. Dana noticed right away, because she had never seen him do that before. She looked down at his feet and saw the edge of her black lace panties sticking out from under his shoe. Skinner shrugged, "I haven't seen many requests for travel from you two across my desk recently, so I was just wondering what you were up to?" "And you thought we would still be here at 5:30 on a Friday afternoon. God we're pathetic Mulder," it was the first thing Dana had said since Skinner came into the office. "Actually, Agent Scully, I thought only Mulder was this pathetic," Skinner smiled. "Oh, thank you, sir," Mulder said, ruefully, "Anyway, I guess Dana and I have made good work of all the mutants, aliens and government conspirators. I haven't seen much worth looking into recently." Dana's eyebrow flew up at the use of her first name. Skinner didn't seem to notice. "If there isn't more activity down here soon, I think you will both be reassigned," he informed them. Dana bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at the thought of the recent activity in Mulder's office. Mulder looked at her, sideways and couldn't stop himself from grinning at the expression on her face. "I'm serious here, Mulder. Either pick up your case load or the x-files will be shut down, and you will probably be reassigned, separately!" "I'm sorry, sir. I'll do that, but I may have to go back to less traditional methods of investigation." "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, I'll see you two Monday morning. Have a nice weekend." "I plan to sir, thank you," Mulder called behind him as he left. He stooped over and picked up her panties. "Looking for these?" he grinned at her, stuffing them into his pocket. "Let's stop by my place so I can pick up a few a few things. I don't want to wait longer than I have to savour you again." Mulder was pulling her by the hand. "What about my car?" she asked. "We'll worry about that later," he told her. "There are a lot of other things to worry about, Mulder." "Well in the words of our esteemed assistant director, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." the end faloona4@home.com