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Cherry On Top
Written for Mulder’s birthday last October! Read here on AO3.
Summary: Scully plans all kinds of things for Mulders birthday, but when those plans fall in the water, they make the best of what else they can do with the evening.
Rating: Explicit, it’s birthday smut whaddaya think?
Word Count: 4,334
Scully sat with her leg over her other leg, staring down at a decades-old X-File Mulder pulled out of the closet a couple of hours ago. She was bouncing her leg slightly as she had already lost all her concentration. It was a Tuesday evening, almost time to go home. Tomorrow was Mulder’s birthday. She loved it when his birthday came up, almost more when it was his actual birthday. He would get so excited, talk about what he wanted that year. Last year he asked her to have a recording of an extra-terrestrial wishing him a happy birthday, next time Scully got abducted. How impossible that idea was, it did bring Scully to her idea for the gift she now had. She had been planning it for the past three weeks. Scully had called around, arranged food, flashlights, and a nice, old and smelly home. They were going ghostbusting.
Mulder was sat across the room behind his desk, his entire posture curled up against the chair as he read through some reports. Scully glanced at the clock, she was going to get out of there. She still had to unpack the Ghostbusters uniforms she bought. She went all-in with this idea. And he was going to love it, she was sure of it.
Scully sat up straight and cracked her neck. She pulled herself to the closet filled with files dating back years and years of evidence and slid her file back in its place. Mulder looked up from his paper and pulled his glasses from his nose.
“Are you done reading already?” Mulder asked her. “The letters almost started dancing, Mulder, but yeah, I did finish it.” Scully grinned. “Pretty impressive what you put together there, Mulder.” She sighed as she pushed the closet closed. “Oh?” Mulder lifted his feet from the bureau, a small smile spreading over his face. “Yeah, I mean, the probability of a passenger airplane and all its passengers being abducted by aliens is improbable and most likely impossible but you’ve scrambled up a lot of witnesses.” She nodded with a tight smile as he stared up at her with a more visible and content smile.
“Wow, I’m not used to you handing out compliments like that!” He smiled happily. “Doesn’t have anything to do with my birthday, does it?” He beamed. Mulder pulled himself up from his chair and walked to the side of his desk where he leaned against it. Scully followed his movements from where she was still leaning against the cabinets.
“I give you plenty of compliments, Mulder!” Scully defended. “Sure you do! Next to all the skeptical and judgemental notes and looks I receive,” He smirked while she rolled her eyes. “You just lost birthday privileges.” Scully smiled as she turned to grab her jacket by the door. “Birthday privileges? What, Scully, were you planning on singing because I could lose that.” He teased further. “Shut up, old man.” She laughed. Mulder followed her out of the office as they both made their way home.
“Do you want to drive with me?” Mulder asked her as he twirled his car keys around in his hand. “Thanks, but I’ve got somewhere else I need to be.” She replied. Mulder wiggled his eyebrows before he broke out laughing. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow, he knew it, Scully definitely knew it, hell, Skinner probably knew it. “Alright then, the mystery continues! See you tomorrow, Scully!” Mulder waved as they parted ways.
Scully got in her car and sighed deeply with content. She couldn’t wait. She knew Mulder was excited, but she was probably even more so. There was also a hint of nervousness. Scully had never gone this big with any birthday gift. Not even for Bill, Charlie or Melissa. Mulder had been there for her for years, saved her life too many times to count. He was Scully’s world, and tomorrow night was the day she was going to tell him that. Scully had never been great with communicating her inner feelings, definitely not to someone she had strong feelings towards. Scully just shut off immediately when it would come to the talking or admitting, even to herself. But this plan of hers, if it was going to work, it would be perfect.
Scully started up her car, noticed Mulder had long left the garage, hit the gas, and off she went. She was planning on visiting the haunted house she picked. It was set to be demolished next month, to which Mulder had said a couple of months ago, what bullshit that was and how many letters he was going to send the owners of the house. The house was built in the 1500s, it used to be many things. A home, a bar, back to a home, into a café, into its last stage, a clinic, where people have said that the patients of that clinic haunt the building. After the haunting started, Scully heard from the owner when she originally asked about the building, that the clinic couldn’t be used anymore due to the haunting. Apparently when the clinic was in full swing, so was the civil war, and after that any other war and sickness across the country.
It was safe to say that Scully wasn’t a big fan of haunted things, but given Mulder was, she was going to dive into this building head first. She arrived after a short but dark and scary drive. Her car stopping next to a long gravel path, her eyes focused on the lights that were on in the house. It just looked like an average house from the outside but given the location and darkness she was plunged in, it made a shiver run up her spine. Damn Mulder, why did he have to have his birthday in the scariest months of all, October?
She used a flashlight to light her way up to the house. The stairs creaked as she made her way to the front door, knocking three times. “Mr. Leonard, it’s Dana Scully, we spoke on the phone.” She called to the house. She glanced at her watch, 6:30 pm. Loud creaking thrilled all through the floorboards. Scully stiffened, her breath got caught in her throat. The creaks only got louder, the closer they seemed to be coming to the front door. Scully’s legs felt like jelly, how the hell was she going to do this tomorrow. The creaks turned into loud thuds and footsteps. Scully’s breathing returned, though it was still very slow.
The door swung open and Scully looked up to see a tall and friendly-looking man around his 70’s. “Mr. Leonard.” She greeted him. “Dana Scully, what a lovely surprise,” He smiled as he motioned for her to come in. “I’ll go in tomorrow,” She laughed. “I figured, thought I had the days mixed up. What can I do for you?” Mr. Leonard asked her with a tight smile. “I’ve got some presents for my friend, I wanted to ask if I could maybe leave them here, so he can get them when we visit the house together.” She smiled as her hands were buried deep in her coat pockets. One of the presents she brought wasn’t even hers, it was her mom’s. Even before Scully told her mom about her plan, she had called Scully to ask her if Scully could give Mulder her present for her. Scully thought it was sweet, but at the same time incredibly embarrassing.
Mr. Leonard happily placed Scully’s presents in his basement, where still pieces of the clinic such as an operation table and other medical objects still stood. She thanked him politely and made her way back home, happy to leave this home for now. Mr. Leonard had told Scully on the phone that the haunting had died down ever since he moved in. But he still firmly believes it’s haunted. It seemed farfetched in Scully’s mind, she knew ghosts weren’t real, but Mr. Leonard had been living there for the last 45 years. That must count for something.
The Next Day.
Mulder was pushing the keys in the doorknob as he tried to get into their office. The elevator opened and Scully walked out towards the basement. She heard some rustling but couldn’t see anything since the entire hallway was dark. “Mulder, is that you?” She asked the figure playing with the keys. “Good morning G-woman,” He said with a grunt. “Power went out again, I already called upstairs.” Scully nodded to herself and retrieved the flashlight that she put in her jacket pocket the night before. Mulder thanked her, almost embracing her as she pulled him out of his misery.
“So,” Mulder started as he shook off his jacket. “How was your evening?” He asked with a grin. “Good had a date, I think he’s the one.” Scully retorted flatly. Mulder’s eyes snapped open as he turned to Scully like a lost puppy. “You’re kidding.” He said, still the look of panic and a hint of jealousy spread over his face. “I am,” Scully laughed as she sat in her chair, moving it towards their desk. Mulder probably tried not to show how happy he was to know it was a joke, but he failed miserably.
“Oh, happy birthday, Mulder,” Scully said as she emptied out her back and placed a card on his desk. “Oh, thank you, Scully.” He said, making Scully roll her eyes as she smiled at him looking excitedly at the envelope in front of him. “Is it $20? $50? Oh, you’ve got to be kidding, not a $100 is it?” He laughed as he ripped it open. Scully raised her eyebrows, not giving away anything.
Mulder laughed and turned the card over to Scully. It showed an alien with a party hat on, of course, Scully had to pick that one! “Should I read out loud?” He asked her. His eyes glimmered with excitement, Scully barely could keep it together, he looked so adorable. She bit down on her lower lip, nodded, and smiled as his eyes trailed to her lips and back up to her eyes.
“Happy birthday Mulder,” He began reading. “I couldn’t find any alien implant earrings that I felt were your color, so I figured I’d have to be more creative. We’ve only investigated the paranormal during a case, but now I’m proposing an off-duty ghost-busting job!” Mulder's voice went a little higher as he read more and more. “Oh my God, Scully, you want to go ghost-busting with me?” He said with the biggest smile known to man. She nodded, matching his smile.
The rest of the workday, Mulder kept asking her questions about what kind of ghosts, spirits, or demons haunted the place, to which Scully replied that they were your average ghouls. He asked her where they were going, to which she said they were going to a haunted house, to which he named almost 30 haunted buildings in DC, the ones he visited in Maryland, Connecticut, and Massachusetts. She didn’t know about Mulder, but she got barely any work done. Towards the end of the day, a package signed by Walter Skinner got brought into the office by Kim. Mulder couldn’t rip it open fast enough and found UFO cupcakes inside. Before Scully was allowed to reach in and take one, Mulder started up his camera and started snapping some pictures of the delicacy.
Scully laughed to herself as he positioned them right so the photo would look good. Her mind got distracted when her phone started buzzing. She excused herself and picked up. “Mr. Leonard!” She said before she looked back to see if Mulder heard them. “Good afternoon,” He said slowly. “I’ve got some bad news, Mrs. Scully.” Scully listened to Mr. Leonard apologizing for the inconvenience. She had no idea what to say. She was still busy processing what he was telling her. She couldn’t use the house. He did mix up a date, the demolish date. Oh man, where is she going to find a haunted house in less than two hours? This was a nightmare. Her entire plan fell into the water. She had to go and pick up the gifts she left there. There was no way Scully was able to pull another house for tonight. She was lucky with the one she did land, all the others were stacked in reservations, long past Halloween. She hung up and let her head fall low. Instead of turning around, she walked towards the bathroom, cleaning herself up.
“Who was that?” Mulder asked, a half-eaten cupcake in his hand and an empty wrapper on his bureau. “Nothing, Mulder.” She sighed as she dropped in her chair. “Doesn’t seem like nothing to me,” He shrugged. “Here, have a cupcake.” Scully frowned and declined his offer. “C’mon, Scully,” Mulder urged her on. “I can’t tell you, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess it’s all ruined anyway.” She sighed with her hand at her temple. Mulder's look was beyond concern. Scully didn’t want to face him, tell him the ghostbusting was busted. That as they were speaking, the house was being wrecked and torn apart.
Scully took a deep breath and looked at him. “My plan fell into the water, I- I just got a call from the owner of the place, they’re demolishing it now, instead of next month.” She said with a pit in her stomach that grew. “We were going to ghostbuster Birkwood Clinical Centrum?” He said surprised. “They can’t demolish that, it's 500 years old!” He put the rest of his cupcake down as he sat back in his seat. He was disappointed, Scully could tell that instantly, but his posture changed quickly as he sat up and leaned towards the desk.
“Thank you.” He said softly. “What?” Her plan failed, what was he supposed to be thanking her for? “That’s really great that you wanted to bring me there and bust some ghosts with you, I love it.” He said as he nodded with a kind smile. “But we can’t go, and I’m not sure I can get another house in time!” She was upset. She was going to tell him. After a perfect day of ghostbusting and paranormal activity, everything that he loved, she was going to tell him he was everything she loved. And now she wasn’t sure if those words would ever leave her lips. The haunted house and maybe the retreat to one of their places were supposed to give her the courage, but she lost that as well.
“Scully, it’s fine, Halloween is around the corner, if we really want to visit a haunted house, we can just visit a theme park.” He suggested. “Mulder you know that’s not the real deal, right?” She huffed out a laugh. “No, my plan was supposed to be perfect.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “Tell me about it.” He offered. Mulder stood up and walked around the desk, leaning against it. “About my plan?” She asked as her eyes trailed past his legs, to his chest, up to his neck, and to his hair. Well, if she wasn’t going to get it out now, she might never.
“Well,” She started, she felt his eyes linger on her as she talked. “I was going to order Thai before we went. I also brought ghostbusters suits,” Mulder laughed loudly at that, and Scully couldn’t help but smirk. “Go on.” He urged. “Then I would drive us up to the house, tell you about all the mystery, murder, and death that are written in the walls of that building. You’d probably already figure out which haunted house I was taking you up to.” She smiled, she could see it all happen in front of her, he probably could too.
“We’d walk around our silly uniforms, probably scare each other to death until you found the presents me and my mom I let the owner hid in the basement.” They held eye contact before Scully smiled and looked down. “There is a note, it’s ah-, attached to my gift.” She shrugged. Mulder's eyebrows rose in anticipation. Scully glanced up to Mulder, seeing him look down at her with a small smile. He seemed interested, literally on the tip of his chair waiting for every word she uttered.
“The note is more like a letter,” She sighed before she felt uneasy. “I don’t want to spoil it, I’m not even sure if I want you to read it.” Scully played with her fingers in her lap. Mulder placed his arms beside him against the corners of the desk. “What does it say?” He asked. Scully sighed nervously ask she looked up at him. “It was about.., us, how special you are to me, how much I’ve learned, how much I…” She stopped herself. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t say it, she wanted to scream it, but what would he say, or do? Or what wouldn’t he do?
Mulder bent down and softly placed his hand between her hands. She looked up as she took his hand in hers. Scully looked down at where they were intertwined. Mulder's eyes traveled over her bright copper hair, it shone beautifully. He took his other hand and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked back up to him as his hand lingered by her jaw. He fully cupped her cheek before leaning down and planting a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss was slow but soon enough Scully opened her mouth slightly and kissed him back a little harder. Mulder immediately reacted and placed his other hand on her cheek. He pulled her out of the chair and turned them around to lean her against the desk.
His hands traveled to her side and the back of her neck as they kissed and pressed against each other. Feeling her body under him was a feeling he long dreamed of. She only ever dreamt of his body towering over her. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Her legs spread slightly as Mulder's hands both traveled down to her hips. He slightly picked her up and sat her on the desk. Her hands moved all over his shoulders and lower back as he pressed himself in her center. A low moan escaped her lips as she felt his pants tighten against her.
They were panting, exchanging sloppy open-mouthed kisses before Mulder pulled away. His forehead resting against hers as he pressed her lower back up, so her legs spread wider and he could grind against her harder. “How much you, what?” Mulder asked with a hoarse and raspy voice. Scully panted, unable to form a single coherent word, let alone a sentence. “How much you want me?” he filled in with a grunt escaping his lips. Her legs got lifted higher by his hand before she wrapped them around his hips. She pressed him into her. He was hard, and the rough texture of his denim jeans against her exposed silk underwear turned her on even more.
“How much you need me?” He groaned as he placed his lips all over her neck, her head hanging back, giving him more space to cover. He bit her softly, the pinch of the nerves went straight to her clit. “I need you, Mulder.” That was all she could utter. And it was also all Mulder needed to break himself completely from her. She whined at the loss of his body not touching her everywhere where she needed it most. He walked over to the door and wisely locked it before he turned back around. He bit his lip as he looked at everything he could lay his eyes on. Her hair slightly rustled, her pink cheeks, he irregular breath, and her spreading legs, with her skirt already all the way up.
Scully reached for her buttons before Mulder quickly stopped her with his hands. He wanted to see her, he wanted to get rid of her clothes and he wanted her all for himself. He unbuttoned her white shirt, he could see the top of her breasts spill out of her pinkish bra. She looked like an angel, an actual angel. Mulder thought he had died somehow and gone to heaven. He looked her in the eyes and smiled. She smiled back at him and she leaned in for a sweet kiss before she let him back to work.
In a short period of time, Scully was completely undressed and about kissed everywhere on her body, except for where she needed it the most. “Mulder, please.” She sighed as he kissed down the trail under her belly button to her red curls. She couldn’t wait much longer. “Shh… I’m the birthday boy, Scully, let me enjoy my cherry on top.” He winked up at her before he pushed her a little more on the desk. He spread her legs, lifting them so they draped over his shoulders. He pushed his nose against her clit, making Scully yelp a little louder than she intended to. He laughed lowly and stuck his tongue out, teasing her lips. He licked up to her clit, circled it, and started humming.
“Oh God,” Scully moaned as she almost fell back on the desk, reaching one hand to hold onto his face. Mulder continued giving the clit the most well-deserved attention. He loved it when he was a little too rough and her legs would start to tremble on his shoulders. He brought up two fingers and lightly collected some of her arousal. He looked up at Scully, who watched him hazily bring his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. Scully moaned loudly as her head fell back.
“What do you want, Scully?” He teased as he kissed around her, lightly dipping his fingers in her folds. His muscles tightened with need. She needed him. And she needed him bad, hard, and in her, right now. “I want you in-.., oh God, inside.” She moaned as his tough lapped up her arousal. Mulder pushed himself up, with her legs still on his shoulders, she fell back against the desk. Her hands reached for his belt as he quickly disregarded his shirt. He kicked his shoes off and pulled his now-loose belt, pants, and underwear, all to the ground.
“Scully-“ He started. “I’m on the pill.” She nodded franticly. Mulder nodded too and placed his hand over his long member. His muscles all reacting to the person sprawled before him. His person. And he was hers. God, he loved her. He took one hand and intertwined it with hers, placing it down beside her. He pushed his head over her folds, teasing clit and entry. After a few seconds of breast fondling and clit teasing, he pushed himself in her.
“So tight,” Mulder moaned as he went in deeper. Her legs were so wide and sprawled that he could almost push in all the way. He moaned when he filled her completely. He opened his eyes and saw she closed her eyes and had her lip between her teeth. “You’re so beautiful.” He groaned as he pulled back and pushed back in, steadily finding a rhythm. His pace quickened when she clung to his back and neck. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Scully sighed and moaned while Mulders' low groans weren’t able to be missed.
Mulder’s hand traveled from her hair to her neck and shoulders. He pressed her breasts against his chest, both of their hard and sensitive nipples caressing each other. He moved his hand all the way to her clit as he began to draw circles with his thumb. Scully moaned loudly as her face landed in the crook of his neck.
“Yes..,” Mulder hissed as he kept both of his movements under high concentration. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to last, but he needed her to come with her. He kept pumping into her as she moaned in his ear. He sucked on her neck, trailing down kisses to her collarbone and upper boob. Her walls tightened around his cock. “I’m so close, don- Oh!” Scully said before Mulder’s angle changed. He could reach her g-spot better than ever. “Make me come,” Scully moaned as his hands and hips sped up. Her walls tightened and tightened, making Mulder's head fall back as he could feel his own orgasm approach him.
He softly pinched her nipples before she moaned louder than before. This was it, she was unraveling like a flower before him. He wanted to watch, keep his eyes open so he wouldn’t miss a single moment. But he also wanted to kiss her everywhere and whisper how much he loved her every time his lips left her body. But for now, he couldn’t help but throw his head back and spurt his semen in her willing walls. They both shuddered as their orgasms washed over them, for both of them were quicker than ever before.
He was still inside her as their foreheads met again, panting loudly and exchanging small kisses. She could feel him get soft and slip out. She exhaled and slowly closed her legs, a dull ache already started to form around her pelvic and hip bones, oh she was going to feel that for quite some time. Mulder smiled at her as he watched some semen leak out of her. They both panted softly and smiled as they looked between each other and the ceiling.
“Happy birthday Mulder.” She said as she struggled to stay on her feet. Before Mulder could even thank her with a seductive smile he had worked on, they were interrupted by loud knocks. They both glanced at the clock and saw it was 5:30 pm. Around this time they usually already went home or were packing to go home.
“Mulder? We brought presents!” Frohike said from behind the door.
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@xfpornbattle @muldermakesmehorny @cultureisdarkbeer @season4mulder @peacenik0 @today-in-fic (I’m cheating a bit this is Chapter 1.)
#61 Somehow Mulder has to pretend to go down on Scully. He teases her until neither of them can take it anymore.
AO3 version HERE. Or read below.
Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play
The universe is conspiring against him. Mulder is convinced. Scully thinks the same thing - although neither of them voice the thought aloud.
In 6 years working together they’d only been undercover as a couple once. Once is all it took - it seemed now every time they needed a pair of agents to pose undercover Mulder and Scully were called in to assist.
Which is how they found themselves here on assignment with 2 other pairs of agents trying to catch a suspect in a string of home invasions. All the victims were wealthy and all had confessed to visiting this particular establishment.
An establishment that catered to specific vises. The outer business, the Inner Sanctum, was a high class cocktail bar. The right amount of power and money would get you through the secret door and into the real business.
Fantasies. Sex…. Shadow Play.
All the victims had come from this rented room. In the middle of was a circular stage the props interchanged as needed for each fantasy. It was simple this time a bed, a chaise lounge, dresser, an antique looking vanity, with an oval mirror and stool, nightstand - a typical bedroom.
Some type of glass door system and a curtain on a track would allow for the Shadows of those within to be seen by the voyeur or voyeurs watching without. Chairs, lounges, sofas, tables were spread throughout the rest of the room. All with padded wrist restraints. This room was for instructing the Shadowplayer and then watching, listening to the performance without being able to touch.
Mulder could relate he’d held the object of his affection in his arms many times. Kissed her forehead, her cheek - he tried to kiss her once in his hallway - fate in the form of a Bee. What are the odds of that? Some would call it fate. Even he thought that for a while.
He rescued the girl and himself if he was honest, without her… could he have went on? Attempts to push her away after that were unsuccessful. She’d taken his hand that day and told him ‘if I quit now they win.’
Really not fair to repeat his own words back at him. But that was Scully. Diana had strolled back in and if he was honest - it hurt that Scully even thought he wanted to rekindle anything with her. Especially after kissing her doppelganger and telling her the words he had been so good at keeping locked away in his heart.
I love you and oh brother as a response was not what he expected. Whey were all these thoughts rolling in his head now before this important stakeout? Maybe it’s because they were all just informed they would have to act out whatever the customer wants - no matter what.
Or maybe it’s because Scully and the other 2 female FBI agents just walked out in their ‘costumes.’ Scully locked eyes with him almost daring him to look anywhere else. It was too late he’d been tracking her movements the moment she stepped into the room.
While he and the other male agents were all dressed similarly in t-shirts and jeans the female agents were dressed for their part - the bored housewife who calls for a repair man. Dressed for seduction and Scully was in black lace.
How was he going to survive this assignment? Mulder could feel the moisture rise to the surface of his skin. He barely resisted the urge to wipe his brow. Was the room suddenly too hot? Was his blood boiling? No it was Scully fantasy #5 and it was live in front of his eyes. To be honest black lace wasn’t a requirement Scully in any color lace would be a turn on.
Correction … Is a turn on - there’s an undeniable thickening beneath his denim. Shit.
Mulder glanced at the other agents he noticed he wasn’t the only one fidgeting. Scully finally arrived at his side and he resisted the urge to offer her his coat when he saw her shiver. That fact he wasn’t wearing a coat was beside the point.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She stared straight ahead and responded, “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with. Hopefully one of the other pairs of agents will be chosen.”
No such luck. The universe was dead set on wrecking havoc on Mulder and Scully’s lives.
The client’s came in a couple, they sat down and an attendant locked their restraints. It was like a private production.
“Welcome to Shadow Play. You know the rules choose your couple and once they enter the Shadow Stage they will follow your instructions. They are your puppets and you are the puppet masters.” The attendant paced before the couples and with a flourish of his hand he spoke.
“Choose the lady of play.”
The man was tall with closely cropped blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His voice was a deep bass with a slight English or Australian accent when he spoke, “The little one - the redhead. Darling do you like her?”
His feminine counterpart nodded, “Oh yes she’ll be perfect.” With her husky alto it sounded more like purr-fect.
The attendant nodded to Scully, “Please enter the chamber and the other ladies may exit.”
Mulder saw the deep breath Scully took and his hand automatically went to her back as she walked around him and they started into the chamber. He was brought to a halt with the attendants next words.
“Now who do you chose for lord of the play?”
Wait. What?
Scully paused and then continued on her way - her shoulders had slumped for a moment and then firmed with resignation. This wasn’t the prearranged plan and his eyes narrowed. There was no way anyone, but him was going in there with Scully. Plan or not.
The three men stood still. Mulder felt like chatel - did the other agents feel the same he wondered.
“Darling? Don’t you want the one in the middle? His hair is the same color as mine?”
“He is quite striking, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you. I won’t be able to see their hair color behind the curtain anyway…. I don’t know how can I decide when they are clothed. I need to see their cocks.”
The attendant cleared his throat, “That is not part of the rules, everything happens in shadow.”
“Fuck the rules MAN, my wife wants to see their cocks and I’ve paid for our time. In fact bring Red back out give them some inspiration… I know I’m inspired.” His erection was clearing outlined by the navy trousers he wore and his wife licked her lips feeling her own body responding.
The attendant was clearly ruffled, Mulder noted the fact and filed it away. Scully stepped back out every eye was one her. Creamy skin dusted with the faintest of freckles she stood unafraid and comfortable in her own skin.
“Drop the straps luv, give the gents something to wonder about. I see firm high breasts a perfect handful - are those nips pink like a kitten's tongue, peachy like a succulent apricot? Or dark rose like the juicy flesh of a woman’s cunt?”
Scully reached up and slid first one strap and then the other, until they draped like a piece of black licorice he wanted to gnaw through. And he didn’t even like black licorice, red - cherry flavor yes. That didn’t help his growing problem thinking about Scully in red.
“Okay c’mon gents don’t be shy we all know why we’re here. Whip out your equipment my wife wants to see your packages. We’ve all got ‘em. If my hands were free I’d whip mine out right now. Wouldn't I darling? You'd suck me off right here on your knees. Yes my pet sucks like a Dyson.”
"Do you like bush, men? My pet has a nice little bush just enough that it tickles my lips when I'm eating my fill of pussy."
Both agents Barber and Kinney unzipped their flys and exposed themselves. Scully didn’t react. She was aloof, waiting for the partner the clients would choose. Could she do it - if it wasn’t Mulder? If it was Agent Barber or Kinney?
“Ooo those are some lovely cocks. Are those boxers or tighty whities I see … it's sort of like they’re popping out of a little fabric nest, like a bird. Not very lively though… Are you two cold?” The woman laughed and her husband chuckled along and then her gaze fixated on Mulder. “How about you? Are you cold too? You can’t be shy or you wouldn’t be here. Honey if he won’t show me his cock tell him to leave. I’ll just choose one of the others.”
“You heard my wife. If you don’t show us your cock get the fuck out. Do you have a teeny weenie, perhaps?” He picked up on the quick eye contact between Mulder and Scully and a wide smile formed. “Or do you just need a little help? Hey Red, why don’t you help him out.”
Scully took a step toward Mulder. “No!” then quieter, “No, I’ll do it.”
Mulder closed his eyes. How could he forget today of all days? He’d bought these button fly jeans on a whim and his hands were working the buttons through the tightly stitched holes until …
“Holy Mother of God! Get out! The rest of you get out! He’s the one…. Honey? Tell them to leave!”
“You cretins heard my wife. Get out.” The room cleared of all but the main players. “Good God Man! I consider myself well-endowed, but Holy Shite! How do you keep that monster under control? And commando to boot.”
“I think my wifes glazed over eyes means you two meet with her complete approval. Let’s get this show on the road. Into the chamber you two. My first request is for you to suck those titties… I’ll tell you when to stop… use the chaise please.”
Mulder followed Scully into the chamber the door snicked shut, the curtains closed with a swish and the lights dimmed. Scully reclined on the chaise and Mulder gingerly sat beside her. Could they pull this off?
“C’mon man speed it up suck her tits and describe them… we want to hear about those ripe tips… make her moan … make her wet for you.”
Mulder dropped his head, nose and lips nuzzled her neck. Traveled down. Skimmed across the slope of each breast. God, Scully you smell so good. There was a hitch in her breath. Did he say that out loud?
“Hey, Supercock! This isn’t love’s unfolding flower or some teenage romance. I don’t hear any sucking or slurping and we damn well aren’t hearing any moaning Reds or yours. Get on with it.”
Mulder wished the guy would just shut the hell up. He was trying to make this look real, but not be real. But she was so soft and smelled so delicious… He was only human dammit.
And then Scully let out a throaty moan. Uh-oh. His mouth released the nipple he had been sucking, the lace and silk damp. Her nipples were clearly delineated, hard, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been sucking but his mouth and lips felt the loss.
“More…Mu…” Before she could say his name his hands cupped her breasts and his lips went back to feasting.
End Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play Chapter 1
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Arcadia prompt: Mulder and Scully decide they need to take pretending to be married to the next level. They decide to pretend to have sex loudly to convince the neighbours. After a couple of days of this the finally give in... I'd write it myself if I was any good😢 #msr #msrsmut
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Hotel California
Originally posted on AO3 but I’m making the decicion to post my works on Tumblr as well. Please check me out on AO3 anyways, I will be posting new works and chapters there first. Enjoy!
Summary: A conjoined room with a single bathroom and a Scully who needs help washing her hair leads to sexy things with the right songs under the shower.
Rating: Explicit, children please turn away.
Word count: 3,431
Read here on AO3
Scully already undid her seatbelt as Mulder backed into the parking space. After a disgusting 10 hour travel in the smoldering heat, the pair finally arrived at their hotel. Mulder knew Scully was actually going to hurl an unidentified flying object to his face if he didn’t get a good resting place for this case since she hated traveling .
“My God, I can’t believe we’re finally here.” Scully groaned as she stretched her back in her seat. “Well, you better believe it, baby!” Mulder grinned as he took a final look in his windows.
They were greeted by two young guys in red outfits. They didn’t look as uptight as the really formal hotels you’d find in this area, they were just two sweaty teenagers.
Mulder made sure to take his backpack upstairs himself and left the suitcases for the boys. They entered the hotel, the reception was pretty nice, some people already on the phone, some available to get your room key from.
“Hi, I booked a conjoined room here under the name Sculder,” Mulder said nonchalantly. Scully’s eyebrows shot up and glanced at him with an annoyed glare. Still, Mulder could definitely hint a tad amusement in her eyes. He knew she wasn’t the biggest fan of his jokes, but she could appreciate them.
Ah, yes, Mr. Sculder.” The receptionist glanced at his screen and clicked away on his mouse. “Unfortunately we have to inform you that in one of the two rooms the bathroom is not ready to be used.” He smiled sympathetically. Mulder quickly glanced at Scully and she shrugged. He met with the man again. “Yeah, that’s fine.” A flat smile appearing on Mulder's lips. The receptionist looked relieved. Probably any other guest in this heat would’ve loved a cold shower right now. “That’s room 455 then. Take the elevator to the 12th floor. It will be to your direct left.”
They turned away from the reception and walked over to the elevator. “Not a problem?” Scully asked. “What?” Mulder's head shifted after he pressed the elevator button. “The bathroom. I’m having a shower, Mulder, even if I have to kill for it.” She shifted her weight between her feet as she popped her neck. “Calm down G-woman, I think the sweaty smell fits my manly exterior,” Mulder replied, making Scully laugh. The conjoined room was perfect, apart from the obvious tragedy that was losing a bathroom. They both got clean twin-sized beds with huge windows next to them. Mulder peeked behind the blinds that kept the sunlight out and saw the beach in the distance.
“Hey Scully, look at this.” He laughed. She opened the door that separated their rooms further and went to stand right next to Mulder. “Maybe if we find this killer of ours we can have a day at the beach.” He smiled as she leaned in to see the beach for herself. “I didn’t bring my swimming clothes.” She said. “Bra is fine too,” Scully huffed out some air and turned back around. “Hey Scully, c’mon, I was just thinking creatively. You know! Finding alternative solutions.” He grinned closing the curtain and moving after Scully.
“Use those alternative solutions skills of yours to catch this sonofabitch that got us in this suffocating state.” She said tiredly. Mulder let out a few laughs and saw her move into her bathroom. He stood in the middle of the door, a bit unsure what to do next.
“Mulder, I’m gonna shower in a bit.” She called. “If you could scan the reports and plan any trips or questioning for tomorrow, that would be great,” Scully said in a soft voice. Mulder leaned against the inside of the door and hummed in agreement.
Mulder sat on the bed and sighed as he twirled another sunflower seed around in his mouth. The case report hadn’t changed since yesterday when they finalized it before any new discoveries would come along. The lone gunman also hadn’t been able to give Mulder any new information on this case. And so the only thing Mulder really could do was read it over and over again, theorize as he went through the pages. Mulder had also already set up two interviews near San Bruno, San Francisco. So really, everything Scully asked him to do about an hour ago, he had already done yesterday. He sighed again as he flopped the report next to him on his bed. He hadn’t heard the shower start yet so Mulder figured she was probably just sorting out her suitcase. She always put her clothes in all the drawers and closets available because you never knew how long you might stay in one place.
He sat up and a sudden rush to pee went to his abdomen. “Shit.” He muttered and got up to walk to their door. “Hey, Scully.” He knocked a few times. No response from his partner. “Hey Scully, it’s your neighbor Mr. Sculder, I need the bathroom real quick.” He begged. The lack of response fell heavy on his bladder only making him knock a little louder. “Scully I’m gonna have to barge in, I can’t hold it anymore.” He held himself as he opened the door and was met with the fright of his life. Loud music suddenly blasted through the room. Mulder's eyes fluttered around the room, searching for Scully. She wasn’t anywhere in sight and the bathroom also didn’t look occupied.
He went in and started relieving himself. Just as he was about to put himself away Scully yelped behind him. A domino effect followed and Mulder yelped twice as loud and twice as high as Scully. Mulder quickly tucked himself away before he turned.
“Mulder! I was gonna shower!” She yelled in frustration. “You said that an hour ago and I had to pee!” He defended himself. Scully tucked her gun behind her belt before letting her arms relax next to her body. “You had your gun out?!” He yelped. “I got scared!”
Instead of Mulder returning to his own room, he made himself comfortable on Scully’s bed as she shifted around the bathroom with the door open. Mulder leaned against the headboard. “What’s this music you’re listening to?” Mulder asked. Her head poked out of the bathroom and turned it down a little to hear him better.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the genre Classic Rock.” She asked him with a smirk. “I’m just curious what a girl like you is doing listening to a band like Van Halen.” He made Scully grin again and she moved back into the bathroom. “Did you know that the Van Halen’s are Dutch, I bet they’re tall,” Scully said. “I’m tall!” Mulder said as he got up and moved into the bathroom where Scully put a band in her hair before putting some eye drops in her eyes. “Yeah, taller than me but maybe not those guys.” She teased. She placed everything she was using back and fluttered with her eyes to help the drops spread better.
Just when she opened them Mulder moved behind her. She could see almost his entire face above hers in the mirror. “Look how much taller I am!” He laughed. “You never really notice when you don’t pay attention to it.” He laughed. “I can take you down as well as those Van Halen boys.” She threatened with a smile.
Mulder smiled down at her as she turned to face him. “Ah! But can you play like them?” He placed his hands on her forearms and moved them in a guitar motion making them both laugh loudly. A loud pop made Mulder's eyes grow in shock.
Scully's face showed just how much pain she was in right now. “Shit! Are you okay? Did I do that? Oh my god, I’m so stupid, I’m sorry!” Mulder ranted as she hissed at the movement of her elbow. “No, no, I’m sure I just popped the bone.” She pressed her eyes close. “Popped? It exploded! Are you sure it’s not broken?” He yelped in distress. “Mulder, I’m a medical doctor, I would know.” Mulder guided her to the bed and hastily gestured for her to sit down.
After a few minutes, the pain seemed to slip away little by little. “Shit.” Scully sighed. Mulder hummed as he moved a cold washcloth over her elbow. “I was so looking forward to that shower.” She whined. His head moved up to look at her instead of the small swelling. “You still could, right?” He asked. “How Mulder, I’ve got one arm that can’t go past…” She groaned in pain as she demonstrated. “this angle, and with the other, I can’t wash my hair.” She said irritated.
“Well, why don’t I do it for you?” He said softly as his attention shifted between her eyes and her elbow. “I could wash your hair for you.” He added. “It’s the least I could do.” Scully was quiet for a few seconds longer than Mulder was prepared for.
“Alright,” She sighed. “That’s really nice of you Mulder.” She looked at him and he smiled back sweetly. “But,” She started but kept silent. “What is it?” Mulder asked. “What are we gonna wear?” She asked. Mulder laughed a little awkwardly.
“I’ve never worn clothes under the shower Scully.” Scully glanced at him. He said. “If it would make you more comfortable, then we can wear anything, it will dry up in a matter of seconds in this heat anyway.” He followed up. “We’re two adults, I’m pretty sure we can handle ourselves.” He lied, he probably would have a very… hard… time.
Mulder really wasn’t trying to score here, he just liked to think logically. You don’t shower with your clothes on, and when your partner of 5 years needs your help, being naked isn’t gonna stand in between that.
“You’re right, it’s fine, my back is faced your way so you probably won’t see anything anyways.” Scully nodded almost reassuring herself. Mulder nodded and went on with treating her swelling. After a minute or so the cloth became too warm and Mulder stopped.
“Shall we?”
A little stereo was placed in the corner of the bathroom, right next to the light switch. Their plan was to see the least possible of each other to have some sense of privacy. Scully would go in first and already get her hair wet, then Mulder could join to wash it.
Scully closed the bathroom door behind her and put on the stereo and hooked on some music. She had a playlist filled with songs to sing under the shower that she thought would at least make sure there would be less tension.
The first song ‘California Dreamin’ started. She hummed along as she disregarded her clothes and carefully hung them up as to not wrinkle them. She turned the shower on and felt with her good hand for the temperature. Her other arm, she kept locked in a 90-degree angle against her stomach.
The cold water quickly turned into a warm shower. She got under it and sighed in relief. The nerves already settled and her body turned from tense to relaxed. She dragged her hand over and in through her hair to get it wet enough for the shampoo to have the best effect.
“Mulder, you can come in now.” She spoke loudly. She couldn’t believe those words really just meant, ‘get in the shower with me, Mulder.’. Scully wasn’t nervous about her partner helping her out, that happened all the time, but this time is probably one of the more challenging times. She was nervous because it was Mulder.
The door opened and Mulder was met with a small cloud already forming in the bathroom. The song ‘Beast Of Burdon’ came on. He pulled off his clothes and announced himself before moving the shower door.
He looked down at Scully who covered herself up a bit, her wet red hair looked longer this way and she appeared a bit tannish already. He took a deep breath and bent down to pick up a lavender shampoo bottle.
He squeezed a dollop of it on his hand and covered them in it. He hesitated for a moment before finally letting his hands cover her hair. She sighed loudly as he started massaging her scalp. He made sure the shampoo got everywhere it needed to be and then told her to stand under the water.
He took a small step back so she had more room under the water. He glanced down and saw his erection started forming, he hadn’t thought otherwise but it still felt weird and wrong to be naked near Scully in his now aroused state.
“You got all of it out?” Mulder said with a hoarse throat. “I think so.” She hummed and turned a little, Mulder now being able to see her front. “Shit.” He quickly darted his gaze upwards. Scully’s eyes opened and looked at his face, then down to his cock.
“Mulder, I got this if you’re getting… uncomfortable.” She offered. She knew it was a natural thing to happen. Of course, a man staring at a wet woman in a shower was going to have an erection, especially if he were in there with her. She wasn’t oblivious.
“No, it’s fine, I want to help.” He smiled. “Just don’t look down and enjoy the music and free massage.” He said as he bent down to grab Scully’s conditioner. Scully sighed as to calm herself too, she listened to the ending of the classic Rolling Stones song and awaited the next song to enjoy as Mulder suggested.
“How much conditioner is too much?” He asked as he showed his hand covered in the liquid. “That way too much, lose half!” She chuckled. Much to Scully’s embarrassment the song ‘Love Is Strange’ came next, the version in the Dirty Dancing film.
Mulder started humming as and moving his hands in Scully’s hair to the beat. Scully couldn’t hesitate to hum alone herself. Her eyes closed as she felt Mulder's fingers move across her scalp. They both slightly moved to the music. Mulder moved his hands through her hair to her neck, lightly massaging her. Then planted one hand on her hip and moved a little closer to her ear.
“Sylvia?” Mulder sang sweetly. “Yes, Mickey?” Scully laughed. Mulder's hands made Scully’s hips move to the music as she giggled. “How you call your loverboy?” Mulder sang. “Come here, lover boy!” Scully sang in response, looking over her shoulder where Mulder hung by her ear. “And if he doesn’t answer?” Mulder sang as he turned her hips. “Oh, lover boy...” Scully said and turned to him. “And if he still doesn’t answer?” He smiled down and moved one hand back to her hair as she stood under the stream. “I simply say… baby..” Scully hummed along as she placed her hand on his torso and moved her head back into the stream. Mulder pretended to hit the strings on his imaginary guitar just like Patrick Swayze did. Their bodies still moved together to the music as the song started to fade.
“That was brilliant.” Mulder sighed as Scully’s head came back up and smiled. “Is this a Dirty Dancing playlist?” Mulder laughed as the song ‘Cry To Me’ followed. “It just always gets my mood up.” Scully laughed as she teasingly danced a little. “And your hips moving?” Mulder grinned. “You don’t by any chance know how to dance Dirty Dancing style, do ya?” He teased back.
His hands moved to her back as he pulled her a little closer. Mulder started to move around, his hips circled and moved in Scully’s direction. “I know some moves,” Scully said softly as their foreheads touched. Mulder's hands were now on her lower back on her shoulder blade. Scully’s arm seemed to be doing better and settled on his hip and torso. She moved her hands over his chest. They slowly moved closer and every time they swayed they touched more of the other.
Scully gasped as she could feel his now very obvious erection move past her under the warm stream. Mulder moved his head back and his eyes flickered to her lips. He leaned in and their lips met. He held her in his arms close as they swayed. Mulder was almost unable to disconnect. He didn’t want to leave the feeling of her lips, even if it was for just a second. Scully opened her mouth and sighed as she slid her tongue over his lips. He opened it for her and took a deep breath.
Mulder moved Scully against the shower wall and pressed into her as she moaned loudly into the kiss. “Mulder,” Scully sighed softly as their foreheads met again. “I need you.” Lust took over and the only thing that made sense was their wet and naked bodies moving together. Mulder reached out to Scully’s thigh and moved it up to his hip as he continued dancing against her pubic bone. She moaned as her hands landed by his neck. Her nails moving past his hairline.
The song faded and their breathing became more frantic and ragged. “Are you sure?” Mulder asked. Scully nodded as Michael Jackson started playing. “You ever want something? That you know you shouldn’t have. The more you know you shouldn’t have it, the more you want it.” Sang the stereo playing Ain’t No Sunshine. “What Michael said,” Scully said and they giggled. Scully moved closer to kiss Mulder again.
Mulder moved back and kissed her chest. He kept moving down and continued to kiss her everywhere he could get. His hands picked her up and moved her up against the tiles. They both groaned feeling Mulder pressing against her. As he kissed her he pushed into her. “Oh!” Scully moaned and let her head fall back. Her arms holding him close behind his neck. Mulder's head landed against her exposed neck and he started planting tiny love bites and kisses.
He groaned loudly feeling her tighten up. Her moans making his head spin. The music and warm shower is too much for him. His hands were placed on her hips and he started to hold her tighter. His hips started moving harder against her. Her hands landed in his hair and lightly pulled whenever he hit a good nerve inside her.
“My God, Mulder,” She moaned as he breathed in her ear. She felt like the tiniest spark in her could set her off. “You feel so good for me,” Mulder groaned as he bent to tease her earlobe. Scully moaned in response. As Mulder thrust in Scully rolled her hips, desperate for every last bit of pleasure Mulder could grant her.
Mulder straightened up and started kissing her open mouth. She sighed and moved away. “You ok with coming in me?” She asked with a worn-out voice. “Is that even a question?” He huffed and moaned as he thrust his hips harder. “What do you need?” He asked as their foreheads touched again. “Just you,” Scully sighed. “Like this, keep going,” They were a moaning mess. “Oh, don’t stop!” Scully moaned loudly as her head fell back against the shower wall. She tightened and Mulder groaned as he felt his familiar feeling in his balls. “Fuck Scully, that’s it.” He moaned. Scully chanted his name as she felt herself come undone by his words and most of all movements. “Oh!” Mulder loudly moaned as his cock started to spurt inside her. He kept thrusting inside her, determined to give her everything he had.
Scully started to feel the overstimulation and placed a hand on his shoulders signaling for him to stop. They were completely out of breath. Mulder wanted to slip out and place her on her two feet but Scully already felt that she was going to fall if he did. “The bed, I- I don’t trust I’ll be able to stand.” She said in a long sigh trying to catch her breath.
Mulder made sure not to slip as he carried her over to the bed with a towel he quickly snatched. He placed her on the bed and moved back into the bathroom, turning the shower off. He moved back and they got comfortable under the sheets that were now damp from the just showered couple.
“I guess California is the second hottest place, the first being with you in that shower,” Mulder said making them both giggle. Scully moved her back to him and he spooned her until they both fell asleep.
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#61 Somehow Mulder has to pretend to go down on Scully. He teases her until neither of them can take it anymore.
Chapter 1: AO3 HERE... Or Tumblr HERE.
Chapter 2: AO3 HERE.
Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play - Chapter 2
The music of Scully’s sighs and moans a melody he thought he’d never hear. Mulder was abruptly brought out of his almost hypnotic state when the booming voice echoed all around the chamber.
"Hey Supercock leave them titties alone now! My wife wants to give the next instructions... Don't you my pet."
“No Honey, you’re doing sooo splendidly - you know I love when you’re soooo forceful … I’ll …. Ooooo…. I’ll wait… mmm…”
“Turned on are you Darling? Is your snatch getting wet? How about Red, Supercock? Take a sniff, do you smell any of that pussy ambrosia yet? I think it’s time to find out. Head south like a good chap. Make her scream for you.”
How was he going to manage this? Especially when it sounded like a good idea to him. “Trust me,” Mulder mumbled against her skin, goose flesh rising in the wake of his lips, hands following, as they traveled in a meandering path down to her hip. Her upper thigh.
Scully’s breathing was labored and despite her attempts more sighs and moans escaped her. She tried biting her lip, but it turned into nibbling. She tried covering her eyes with the back of her hand, but the effects of Mulder’s lips on her skin just made her hyper-sensitive.
Did she look like she was swooning?
Her small giggle turned into a moan when a vision of her in an antebellum ball gown invaded her consciousness. Mulder a snowy white cravatt at his neck. Kissing her, walking her backwards. One of her hands steadying her suddenly wobbly body on the chaise arm.
Mulder kneeling, reaching under her voluminous skirt, his fingertips walking up her legs until the crinoline she had on dropped to the floor. His eyes held hers the entire time and she could feel those hands now cupping her buttocks, squeezing. He stood grabbed her leg in one fluid motion and hooked it over his hip. Grinding into her, tipping her back.
Back… Back onto that chaise.
It was indecent, wanton, and she reveled in it... More… more…
Body sprawled across the chaise, legs apart, the skirt quickly tossed up and over her head. She felt everything. Saw nothing - but diffuse light penetrating the fabric of her dress. Only felt his head as it moved down, travelling over her stomach and further. Her hyper-sensitive skin reading every feature on his face like braille.
Mulder reaches his tongue inside her to taste the unholiest of holy’s, his nose lines up perfectly with her clit. The anticipated touch and then the reality force her to lift her hips and grip the cushions. Her neck elongates as she gasps for breath, her nose incapable of handling her necessity for oxygen. Skin too hot not to wriggle as the flames scorch up inside her.
“Mulder,” she begged as pleasure coiled and her insides flexed around his tongue. It was a plea, one of fear to withstand, and another of need for release.
“Mulder,” she cried before plunging into the abyss. The pleasure so severe her nerve endings reverberated in unison with waves of tension and sparks swarming her body - behind her eyelids basking in his light.
“Hey Red! Don’t keep the man waiting spread your legs ... let him get to that pussy!”
And just like that the fantasy faded… but not the tingles running through Scully’s body.
Mulder straddled the end of the chaise. Pulled her quivering legs apart - bent one and nipped the inside of her knee. His cock was hard and pressed painfully against the denim of his jeans. He envisioned the permanent button marks he’d find imprinted there later today.
“Oooohhhh Huu-nnnyyy this is the best birthday gift you have ever given me… I wish I had your cock in me right now.”
“I do too Sara, darling… I feel I’m ‘bout to spurt in my pants like the randy lad I once was…”
The couple’s conversation faded.
Unable to stop herself, Scully’s hands landed on Mulder’s head, her fingers combed through his hair - fingernails teasingly scratching against his scalp. Mulder groaned, his breath invisible, but hot and humid against her inner thighs. His hands - slightly rough - roved from outer leg to inner, thumbs grazed the tender skin in the crease so close to the fleshy lips of her labia.
She was so aroused - had this ever happened before? Without, kissing, mutual caressing - being naked - skin to skin? She was on assignment. This was work. How in the hell could she be enjoying this? Where had that fantasy come from?
Oh my God! … He wouldn’t, would he? … Was he ‘sniffing’ her?
Scully felt a wet hot pressure in a slow upward pass over the crotch of her panties, before Mulder turned his face and nipped her inner thigh, mumbled, “Scully...” All her focus centered on her throbbing clit.
“Okay Supercock enough pussy pie. Fuck her. We want to hear her moan.”
“Oooh hunny tell him to take those jeans off. I want to see the outline of that cock.”
“You heard my wife Supercock. Take out that dick and fuck her. Your balls have got to be about ready to bust! We could see you grinding away.”
Scully could see Mulder was struggling. “It’s okay,” she whispered. A nod of acknowledgement in Scully's direction and he got onto his knees. Perfect silhouette position accomplished he unbuttoned and pushed his jeans over his hips. Scully gasped his erection long and thick rising unhindered by confining denim and buttons.
“He does have an enormous cock doesn’t he hunny.”
“He does at that my pet. Just yank the crotch of those panties to the side or rip them off. Get moving Supercock and fuck her till she can’t walk tommorrow.”
“I can’t do this,” Mulder hissed faintly, then, “Bend your leg, Scully.” Bending both her legs, she watched as a drop of precum appeared on the tip of his penis. He groaned when Scully unconsciously licked her lips. In an almost magical move he’d tucked his erection back in his jeans and his hips now rested in the cradle formed by her bent knees. The grunt Scully emitted wasn’t an act - her arms clutched at Mulder’s back when he set up a slow grind.
Hooking her ankles around his waist she reciprocated raising her own hips, greedily meeting Mulder’s angle and downward thrust. The non-direct friction against her clit was sublime. Mulder dropped his head beside hers. One hand grabbed above her ass on an upstroke and picked up the pace.
She was so close. Mulder stiffened and groaned it was deep and gutterel. His hot breath stirred her own sweat soaked hair behind her ear and she felt the pulse of the climax he’d just had. Her own body was still thrumming, though - unfulfilled - she gently massaged the tension from his neck.
Was he embarrassed?
“Agents Mulder? Scully?”
They both froze. Complete awareness flooded both of them. They had been so focused on one another - everything else had faded away. Now they could hear the couple talking. The woman was sniffing and the husband soothed her. They sounded normal not at all like the brash couple giving sexual orders moments ago.
Agent Barber stuck his head in the chamber. “Agents? We caught the perp followed him right from here, it was the attendant. We knew it was an inside job.” Mulder sat hunched over with elbows on his knees and Scully was beside him. “We appreciate your assistance with this case. We’ll need your notes as soon as possible.”
Mulder and Scully both nodded and Agent Barber left the room. The shadow play lights went out and they both blinked, their eyes adjusting to the sudden change.
They were alone. One thought in both of their heads. Lips met in a clash of wills, give and take. Mulder pulled away first, Scully’s lips still pursed and searching for his. Her head spun as she found herself flat on her back, legs spread, panties torn off and Mulder’s tongue circling her clit furiously.
“Mul… de …” The things coming out of her mouth weren’t making any sense. Especially when he got on his knees and gripped her ass - she was almost vertical most of her weight on her upper back - and he pulled her firmly against his face. His lips fastened on her swollen clit and with a few tugs and tiny graze of his teeth she was gone. She felt the flat of his tongue not moving just resting against her pink flesh as the spasms continued. A few seconds he gently licked her, humming his enjoyment before he lowered her body to the chaise and crawled up to share the taste of her on his lips.
“I couldn’t take it anymore, Scully… the teasing. I couldn’t take it anymore and I don’t think you could either.”
“No… I couldn’t… We have to go.”
“Yes, but not before … another kiss.”
“Okay,” Scully smiles softly as their lips meet again in a searching kiss.
The End ...
....Or read on for the Epilogue I wrote - pick your ending....
Mulder’s Apartment
Ugh, the thought of peeling his still damp jeans off, was the first thought in his mind after entering his apartment. It felt like a gallon of fluid had pumped out of his cock, he'd been so primed. And then Scully. Just the thought had him hard in seconds. He sat on his couch, his cock was in his hand moments later.
Replaying everything in his mind he pumped slowly. There was a knock on his door and then the sound of a key he didn’t notice too entranced with the images looping repeatedly within his memory. His eyes were closed and he heard.
“Move your hands Mulder.” Obeying the command he released the grip on his cock. “Open your eyes Mulder.”
Is he dreaming? Scully raised her skirt and placed first one knee and then the other, kneeling on his couch she straddled his legs. Her hands were soft and cool touching him, making him harder. She held him in position and sank down… down.. all the way…
His hands went to her hips, guiding her as she rode him. “Scully…don’t tease. I can’t take it.”
“I don’t know...oh, Mulder… your cock - your - Supercock … feels soooo good.” Scully laughed at Mulder’s expression, before he returned the smile. “I’ll show you Supercock - Red - he has some tricks.”
Mulder grabbed Scully’s ass and stood, she gave a squeal that turned into multiple and mutual groans as he carried her into his bedroom. “Are you taking me to your bed?" Scully gasped when Mulder stopped and braced her against the wall, thrusting several times. "Y, y yeeesss," he moaned out. Finally they were on the bed, Mulder braced above her, she unwound her arms and raised them high over her head in a sultry stretch.
"Show me what you got! Supercock.”
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I was inspired by @cultureisdarkbeer again with her Porn Prompt. If you haven't read it here's the AO3 link.
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Behind Locked Doors
CHAPTER 1 | Read here on AO3.
(It’s a slow porcess but I’m currently working on Chapter 2. No worries, can be read as an one shot.)
Summary: Angst leads to comfort and talking leads to lust. As Scully tries to leave last night's ministrations, she gets stopped because Mulder's building is in lockdown.
Rating: Three guesses: Ha, yes Explicit!
Word count: 5,617
Mulder placed his hand on Scully’s lower back as he guided her out the elevator. As they walked side by side, a sigh of relief could be heard from miles with every step they reached closer to the exit of the J. Edgar Hoover Building.
“Scully, I want you to take as much rest as you possibly can.” He pressured her when he let her slip under his arm, out of the building. “This case…” He sighed. He referred to the horrible and unforgettable case they just closed. Well, kind of closed. The road trip, as Skinner put it, had really played with their minds. Stuck under the ground, thinking they were living it up above the ground. They talked, they walked, and never came to the idea that it was all fake. It all seemed so real. Scully couldn’t bear the thought of what would’ve happened to them if Mulder hadn’t cracked it. They would rot and die without anyone’s knowledge. It kept her awake, and Mulder noticed. Though he was frightened of what happened too, he felt sure that it was now all over. All in the past. But Scully’s nightmares told her otherwise.
Scully nodded and looked up at the bright blue sky. She took a deep breath and looked back at Mulder. He was just staring at her and the cars coming by. “I know,” She nodded, still not moving away from the building. “I’m just tired.” Her eyes closed and Mulder placed his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a hug. Her hands slipped from her jacket pockets to his sides and shifted her head to lean against his chest. “You’re here,” Mulder stroked her hair. “and I’m here, and we’re safe.” He reassured her. Scully nodded and calmed down by the movements of his hands on her hair and back.
“Are you just tired or also hungry? ‘Cause I’m starving.” Mulder smiled as he pulled Scully off of his chest. “Very hungry too,” She softly muttered. “I’ll cook you something,” Mulder said as he dragged her along the street, Scully’s mind still groggy from the calming hug. “Cook? For me? Mulder, I didn’t even know you had a stove to begin with.” Scully joked. Mulder laughed in a sarcastic way.
After they were found in the ground, and Mulder reached out his hand to hold her hand, he knew he never wanted to let it go. He wanted to hold onto her forever. As soon as her shaky fingers made contact with his, he knew they were safe. That night, which was only two days ago, had changed them forever. Not only as a pair but also as individuals. They both walked to work that morning. Their reason was that they wouldn’t dare to sit in a confined space, not even for the short drive.
“So, what are you thinking?” Mulder asked as he pushed his keys in the door. “Hmm?” Scully hummed. “Food-wise, what are thinking?” He tried again. “Oh, I guess whatever you have laying around.” She smiled sleepily. Mulder turned around and smiled back when he opened the door. Mulder walked into the kitchen, dropping his jacket over one of the chairs. Scully watched him open the refrigerator and sigh in annoyance. He better had some food in there, she thought. She turned and moved into the living room, better known as his bedroom. She fell onto his couch and sighed deeply as she let her eyes close.
‘Mulder, what if we’re being digested?’
Scully’s eyes shot open and her eyes roamed around the room. She sighed frustrated and dry-washed her face with her hands.
Mulder walked out of the kitchen with a guilty look on his face. Scully moved her hands away from her face and stared up at him. “Funny story,” Mulder started. “Ugh!” Scully proclaimed as she let her head fall back on the couch. “I’ll order something!” Mulder rushed the alternative and quickly opened the drawer of his bureau, retrieving some take-out places he usually would order off of. “Okay,” Scully sighed with a sad giggle. Mulder showed her some of the menus and held the forward for her to pick her favorite. Scully chose Thai, arguing that ‘that one at least has real vegetables in it’. Mulder agreed but was in the mood for pizza. Scully obviously won.
As soon as the call ended, Mulder fell back on the couch next to Scully. She groaned when the couch protested to his sudden placement. It wasn’t very lit in Mulder’s apartment, almost all the lamps were off, except for the ones on his bureau and next to his sofa. It made them both feel sleepy, more than they already were. Scully sighed as she felt safe enough to close her eyes and listen to everything happening outside Mulder’s window. Cars drove by, their headlights beaming in the apartment before sliding across the walls and disappearing. She could see it behind her eyes.
Mulder turned his face to look at Scully. She looked relaxed, which made his heart fill with contempt. She actually looked like she might fall asleep. Mulder leaned a bit forward, leaning his elbow on his knee, and searched Scully’s face from afar. Noticing, Scully opened one eye and grinned.
“Talk to me, Scully, or that poor delivery guy has to wake us both,” Mulder mumbled. Scully yawned and kicked off her shoes. “Have you ever thought about what would’ve happened if we were still stuck in there now, the ground I mean,” Scully asked, pulling one leg under the other. “You think we’re still in it?” Mulder questioned. He seemed pretty sure they broke the spell, but if Scully suspected something, there must’ve been some truth to it.
“No, at least I hope not,” She sighed. “I just can’t shake the thought of dying there, it’s terrifying to me.” Scully was never one to open up her feelings too quickly. But she was tired of having this roaming around in her head, nobody but her feeling the effects of her thoughts. It was eating her up on the inside. “Scully, please,” He took a hold of her hand and stared at her face.
“I’m sorry, this is affecting you too, I’m being selfish…” Scully looked around the room and retracted her hand from his grasp. “Don’t say that, of course, it’s affecting me but this is some heavy shit, Scully, allow yourself to process it!” He sadly laughed. Dumbfounded by the thought that she thought she was being selfish by expressing her feeling of horror.
Mulder leaned back into the couch and stared blankly in front of him, mirroring Scully. “The truth is that I have thought about it,” Mulder spoke. Scully turned her gaze on him but didn’t respond. “I’m sure we got out but,” He shook his head. “the fear is still there, it was a scary situation we found ourselves in!” He defended. “Yeah,” Scully simply sighed. “I almost feel.. claustrophobic.” Mulder's eyebrows lifted and he glanced at her. “Are you claustrophobic?” He asked. He never asked, it almost seemed impossible because of all the small spaces they found themselves in, both literally and figuratively speaking. Scully lifted her shoulders and shook her head unknowingly.
They both felt like they dwelled enough for now. They were alright and safe and waiting for food that took extraordinary long to get here. Mulder pulled up his wrist and looked at his watch before leaning in to take ahold of the remote. He put on some show before telling her he was gonna change into something comfortable.
Mulder slipped past her legs and suddenly stopped and turned his body away from the bedroom door when the doorbell rang. Scully almost made an ‘oh goody’ sound and shook off her blazer in preparation for the well-deserved meal. Mulder got handed the warm plastic bag in exchange for a 20 dollar bill. Mulder thanked the boy and shut the door. He excitedly placed the food on the table and sat down next to Scully, completely forgetting about his earlier plan to change.
“Mhm..” Scully shifted forward and started pulling out all the contents, the mixed smells of seasoning, noodles, and vegetables filled the apartment. Their entire mood had shifted faster than light travels. “Do you need a fork?” Mulder asked and Scully simply shook her head. They fell back against the couch and filled their mouths, small satisfying grunts leaving after a bite. It made Mulder giggle a little. Their day could contain the most horrible events, and yet, when there’s food, a calm night, and most importantly his partner by his side, it all didn’t matter.
“What are you smiling about?” Scully noticed and shook him out of his thoughts. “Just, eh, it’s nothing.” He shrugged. “Who’s the girl?” Scully teased. “There’s no girl! I was just thinking about everything that happened,” Mulder defended with a laugh. “Remind me when there was something to laugh about?” Scully placed her leg under her, shifting her body towards Mulder.
“It seems that whenever something awful happens we still end up fine, enjoying the evening together.” Mulder sighed when he leaned to grab a can of cheap beer. “It’s almost like no day can beat us.” He added with a huff. Scully’s lips tightened and formed a small smile while she rolled her eyes. “There are a few days that almost succeeded in beating us.” She grimly said. Mulder held a bit of his drink in his mouth, pushing it around with his cheeks before it slid down his throat. He stared at Scully as she spoke.
“Scully, what was your favorite case to work on?” He changed the subject. She was hurting, the pain and stress still coursing through her body. All Mulder wanted, and also needed for himself to get over the pain, is to know that she was okay. Mentally and physically. He needed to see her smile, to see that glimmer in her eyes when it sparkled as it did when she was either deep in thought or doubled over laughing. He wanted to see all the pain that filled her flow away.
“Hm,” She looked up at the ceiling. Mulder’s eyes never leave her face. A smile formed on his face as he saw that glimmer form in her eyes. “I have multiple.” She stated firmly as she finally met his gaze. “Do tell.” Scully shifted a little in her seat as if she was in deep thoughts again. “Well,” She sighed. “I love the ones with the crazy autopsies. Just me in my scrubs, you breathing down my neck trying to see if I proved one of your theories yet.” She grinned. “But I also love the dumber ones.”
Mulder stuttered and looked a little shocked. “What dumb cases did we take on according to you?” He asked, genuinely looking surprised. “They’re not dumb, but just the funny ones, the ones where I’m also just enjoying myself and where it feels like we’re not even really on a case.” She started to explain. Mulder still didn’t seem to understand what she meant so she explained further. “Let’s say,” She thought for a second and then softly let her hand fall to her thigh. “For instance, the Rain King, what was his name again?” “Daryl Mootz.” Mulder laughed and Scully quickly nodded at his quick response.
“I’m aware we were investigating a serious weather problem, but when it ended up being a love story, I felt like…” She searched for the right words. “I don’t know, but helping Sheila in that bathroom felt like I was back in high school almost.” Scully laughed. Mulder sat up straight and turned his body more towards her. “You two were gossiping in the bathroom,” Mulder remembered. He hadn’t even thought about how Sheila suddenly was so open to the idea of being with Holman. He knew they talked, but he didn’t take Scully for the gossiper back in high school, the thought amusing him.
“What did you say?” Mulder asked her. Scully scoffed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t judge my therapeutic skills but it was along the lines of,” Scully scraped her throat and shifted. “First she told me she didn’t suspect a thing about Holman being in love with her,” She explained and Mulder nodded, eager to hear how she gave the love advice that saved Kansas. “I said: ‘It seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are often rooted in friendship. And one day you look at that person and you suddenly see something more than you did the night before. And the person that was just a friend suddenly is the only person you can imagine yourself with.’” She said. Mulder’s mouth was slightly open as he searched her expression. Did she get this advice from someone else or was this personal experience she told Sheila and now him about? “It’s not word for word but that’s more or less what I said.”
Mulder was quiet, soaking in her words. They felt like an enigma. Her words danced around in his head, he understood them, but couldn’t place them. Maybe they didn’t mean anything, but Mulder didn’t believe that. “She also asked about us,” She followed up, Mulder’s ears almost spiked up. “I’m not sure I can tell, girl-code.” She zipped her mouth with her hand and laughed. “What can you tell?” He grinned, never before being so intrigued in what gossip went around about them. Gossip involving Mulder and Scully was more than present at the office already. And maybe people also mistook them for a couple when checking in at motels and police stations or even morgues.
“She uh, obviously had quite the crush on you.” Scully giggled. “She asked me if we had ever done anything.” She rolled her eyes her wide smile betrayed her. “She asked me if we kissed and then she went: ‘Trust me, the man can kiss.’” Scully laughed a little louder, Mulder joining in. “That kiss was so embarrassing.” Mulder’s head fell back and his hand planted on his chest. Scully laughed a little louder, she felt bad for him, seeing Sheila come onto him like that must’ve been a shocker for him, knowing he’s blind to other people's interest. “Yeah, I thought that was pretty hilarious when I thought back on it.”
“Was your time at high school a lot like it was in Kansas?” He asked her. Scully stayed a little quiet, Mulder could see she wasn’t really in thought, more just realizing something. “I told you about my time at high school.” She simply stated. Mulder’s brows furrowed and slowly shook his head. “I don’t think you have spoiled me with the stories of your wild teen lifestyle.” He said and Scully sighed. “Those I would never try to forget.” He laughed and Scully grinned too.
“I told Van Blundt-Mulder.” She said with her head low, still high enough for him to see she wasn’t sad, but rather just trying to avoid eye contact. Mulder let out an ‘Aahh,’ of realization and propped his arm on the head cushion, leaning his head on his hand. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ She started. “No it's fine,” He nodded softly. “It was a weird moment.” He sighed. Scully didn’t really respond and he figured that probably want the best thing to say right now. Instead, he thought about trying to make it less of an awkward moment in their partnership.
“Do you mind telling me what happened?” Mulder asked. Like Scully explained the Sheila-bathroom experience, she started softly telling him how he disturbed her evening of research. She continued how the wine obviously affected her way of thinking but that his flirtatious remarks didn’t go unnoticed. And when Van Blundt-Mulder leaned in, that Mulder probably remembered what happened after.
“Did you really think it was me?” He asked softly. The tension had shifted, it became apparent to Scully that she probably was going to have to come clean. “I did,” She nodded. “And when I or he leaned in?” He swallowed a small lump that formed in his throat. “Well, I was taken by surprise, but,” She sighed. “Yeah, I still thought it was you.” Mulder was quiet and just nodded while Scully watched him process this new information. He didn’t see them kissing, and Scully already told him they hadn’t, but that was all he knew. Mulder refused to listen to Scully’s explanation after they caught Van Blundt.
“Mulder, are you okay?” Scully asked him, shaking him out of his thoughts. Mulder nodded and bit his lower lip lightly. “You- you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” He started. Scully sighed and nodded slowly, signaling for him to continue talking. “We’re you,” Mulder shifted and sighed. He seemed a bit frustrated, the question had probably been roaming around in his head for quite some time but never had the right moment to ask it. “We’re you going to let him?”
Scully raised an eyebrow, not in confusion but she was taken by surprise. “Kiss you, I mean.” Mulder followed up quickly, now committed to finding out. Scully searched his face and lightly bit her lip from the nervousness. It wasn’t so much confessing this to him, it happened a while ago, but she knew that when he tried now, she would still let him.
She then looked down in her lap and tightened her lips together. Mulder sighed and sat back against the couch. He didn’t need a vocal answer, the one she gave him now screamed the answer yes. Mulder let out a deep breath. “I was so mad when I found you there.” He said lowly. Scully looked up at him with a deep frown on her face. “I wasn’t mad at you,” He rushed with his hands, earning a huff of laughter from Scully. “I was so mad at myself, Scully, you mean the world to me,” He stared into her eyes. “And I wanted nothing more than the courage to tell you that every day, tell you more than that, tell you that I wanted what Eddie almost got.” He confessed to her.
Scully placed her hand on his cheek and scurried closer to him on the couch. Her other hand explored the back of his head and hair. “Oh Mulder,” Her eyes roamed his face with such adoration. “I was so mad to find out it wasn’t really you, I missed out on the thing I wanted most.” She breathed and she was met with his hands sliding over her thighs to her hips and sides. Mulder knew it was now or never, her gaze was fixated on his lips and he smiled before he took her jaw in his hand and leaned in.
He kissed her plump lips a little harder than he intended to. But even the glimpse of roughness was softer because of her. She gasped at the intensity of the kiss and pressed herself into his lap. Their tongues fought for dominance as their hands reached all places they could. Mulder's hand stayed glued to her jaw and his fingers played with the strands in her hair. Scully’s hands held her body higher as they were planted on Mulder's thighs. Mulder's hands moved down and lifted her hips, motioning her to sit on his lap entirely.
Mulder groaned as her weight shifted over his hardening member. He was honestly a bit embarrassed she made him hard so quickly. He knew Scully would understand, this being incredibly arousing. A fantasy playing out in front of him, that’s what it felt like. Her hair fell past his face as she cupped his chin. Mulder held her back, sliding over her shoulder blades and spine.
Scully pulled back and looked at his face for a reaction to what already happened. But Mulder was faster in taking away any doubt she had about insecurities. Mulder took her hair and placed it sweetly behind her ear, knowing well it wouldn’t stay put. His hands separated and one slid to the small of her back, pulling her into his form. The other went up to the back of her neck as he leaned in and pressed small kisses along her exposed neck.
“Is this okay?” He asked breathily. She nodded with an open mouth, her head slowly falling back as he devoured her neck. “You’re so beautiful.” He praised, his hands settling on her hips. Scully gasped as Mulder bit lightly on a part of her neck, then apologizing by licking it softly. Mulder thrust his hips upward and they both moaned at the pressure. Scully’s nails lightly grazed his neck and shoulders before she let her hands wander over his chest.
She could feel his breathing dramatically making his chest rise and fall under her hands. She slipped them lower until she was met with the end of his shirt, rolling it up in her hands and pulling it higher. Mulder groaned when he got separated from her neck, a small moment of blackness blocking his sight.
He was met again with a lustful look on Scully’s face. One he had never had the pleasure of seeing yet. Her hair was slightly ruffled and her lips were big and thoroughly kissed, but not enough according to Mulder. He groaned again and kissed her deeply before he placed his hands under her thighs. He held her tightly against him and lifted himself up, standing in the middle of his living room shirtless with Scully clinging onto him.
He walked them into his bedroom and mumbled some unintelligible words as he sat her down in the middle of his bed. She started swaying in the bed and before Mulder could steal a kiss she looked around with a slightly frightened look on her face. Mulder hung over her with his hand next to her face and body and looked at her face changing in one trying to hold her laugh in. “Forgot you had a waterbed.” She said with a smirk. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He laughed as he settled himself in between her legs. The waterbed luckily didn’t make things all too bouncy and uncomfortable, it actually made more space for Mulder to lay by her without crushing her.
Scully had her hands on his chest and smiled with her teeth biting her lip. Mulder could just smelt from the loving look in her eyes. He kissed down her neck to her collarbone. His hands grazing her stomach and pushing her shirt up as Scully did earlier to him. He was met with a beautiful white cotton bra. It was so simple, yet he was fascinated by how well it matched her creamy skin. Mulder kissed the top of her breasts as Scully pulled her shirt off her forearms and threw it onto the ground.
She moaned when her breasts were suddenly out in the open air. Her bra was nowhere to be found, she hadn’t even felt him take it off. Her hardening nipples stood proudly as Mulder kissed around one, giving the other attention with his hand, gently grabbing at them. Scully’s hand shot to his hair and buried themselves in his locks. Her chest rose and fell intensely, making it difficult for Mulder to keep her still under her. She bit her lip and arched her back forwards.
As Mulder kissed below her breasts, onto her stomach, he unfastened her pants and slid them down her legs. She lightly kicked her feet, helping to get rid of them faster so she could feel him again. Mulder straightened his back and gazed up Scully shifting around on his bed, her body all sprawled out for him. “You’re heaven.” He growled and planted his hands on her abdomen, putting slight pressure on it. He continued kissing her face, neck, and chest as his fingers dipped below her underwear. Scully moaned at the sudden contact of his cold finger on her heat. He caught some of her wetness before he focused his attention on her clit.
Mulder moved down her body and held her underwear to the side. Scully lifted up her head, she wanted to see him touch her where she wanted him most. She could see Mulder’s eyes flickering between her face and her breasts. Mulder licked her labia and followed up immediately with strong suction on her clit. She wanted to watch, but it was too damn good. Her face fell backward and a cry escaped her lips. Her hands rested on the bed and on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her with her legs.
“God, Mulder,” She breathed and moaned loudly after he entered two fingers in her. He hadn’t even been there for a minute and she could already feel herself come impossibly close to the edge. He quickened the pace of his fingers and continued licking and teasing her clit before she was a crying mess under him. “No more waiting, please,” Scully moaned. Her words turned Mulder on more than ever and he was all too tempted to take care of a little problem of his own. But Scully began to still and moan as her legs shuddered lightly against his face, her wetness covering his fingers and face more than it already had. “That’s it,” Mulder groaned as he pushed his fingers in a final time, retracting them only to clean them with his mouth.
Scully’s eyes were stuck somewhere in her head and a hazy smile spread on her face. Mulder smiled to himself, taking her uselessness as a compliment. He lightly tapped her thigh and chuckled as her head shifted to face him again. “Are you okay?” He asked. He took off her underwear, leaving her wide open for him. Mulder laid himself down next to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry, I’ll be right with you.” She chuckled. Her hand grazed along his cheek and she smiled up at him. Mulder leaned down and kissed her softly. Their lips were much less in a hurry, their movement careful like they didn’t want to break the other. Scully seemed to be doing a lot better and moved her hand up to his stomach once again.
“Where do you want me?” Mulder asked, his hand stuck on her hip, ready to keep her under him or throw her over him. “Can we stay like this?” She answered with another question. Mulder was more than happy to stay like this. He moved his body between her thighs again after pulling off his jeans and underwear in one swift motion. Their bodies flush against one another.
They resumed kissing but it felt so much more intimate, so much closer. “You feel so warm.” Mulder nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and she played with his hair. Mulder breathed in her scent, feeling the soft tips of her hair against his skin. His hands moved over her thighs, her feet moving over his. “All because of you, Mulder.” She smiled and kissed his forehead. Mulder watched her from his comfortable position and smiled.
He lifted himself and aligned his cock with her folds. She was even warmer there. Scully breathed out a bit nervously and smiled up at him. Mulder kissed her as he slid himself inside her, causing Scully’s mouth to gasp loudly. He waited before pushing in all the way, letting her body relax so she could take it all. Mulder stroked her hair over her ear and kissed her sweetly when he pulled out again, only to bring his hips back to hers again.
They moaned in unison as they made love. This didn’t feel like just a horny pair with built-up sexual tension letting go, this was passionate, something personal. Her hands held onto his back as he started picking up pace, enjoying the soft whimpers and pleas escaping from her lips. Her legs clung on his back as he pushed deeper into her, her moaning only increasing. “Fuck,” Mulder groaned with his eyes closed, he couldn’t believe this was happening right now. He had fantasized countless times how they would be together in the throes of passion, but he could never have imagined the bliss he was in right now.
“Can I be on top?” Scully asked in between breaths. Mulder's eyes widened and he bit his lip as he nodded frantically. He turned them around, making her groan as he still was deep inside her. “Sorry,” He muttered. Scully quickly rose and fell back down on his length, taking Mulder by surprise. He popped his thumb in his mouth and brought it to her clit, making her cry. Her hands held onto his torso as she bounced on top of him.
“You feel incredible.” Mulder groaned, his eyes shooting close in pleasure. “Mulder,” She moaned and he felt her tighten around him. She grabbed a hold of his arm and Mulders arm snaked around her lower back to help her keep pace. “I’m close, I’m close, don’t stop,” She whispered like a mantra. Mulder sat up, kissing her before he landed his lips back on her neck. Scully began to cry and moan, her walls had a death-grip on Mulder. He bit his lip, almost tasting the blood. They both came with endless grunts and moans, giggling as Mulder fell back on the bed and took Scully with him.
He held her in his arms, slowly pulling out and letting his soft member rest on her inner thigh. He nuzzled her close to his chest and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. He pulled the blanket up and scooted her closer, almost melding together as one, he wished he could.
The next morning.
They had fallen asleep together. Not only did they sleep together, but they had sex. Hot, passionate, and intimate sex. Scully’s eyes flickered open, a ray of sunlight covering the bed. Her vision was slightly blurred but she could hear soft breaths and snores coming from her right. She blinked a couple of times and could feel the aftermath of last night’s ministrations on her body. She felt dirty, not because they slept together, not slept but slept-slept, but from the sweat and… exchanged liquids on her body.
She moved slightly, Mulders back was facing her as he crawled up like a ball. She groaned as she felt a sharp sting shoot to her nervous system, her calves cramped as she moved to sit up. She tried her best not to wake him up, she looked over his shoulder and found he was still fast asleep. She bit back a smile, turned her face away from him, and stood up to pick up her clothes. She wasn’t in a hurry, but she wasn’t planning on staying very long either. She reasoned with herself that she just needed to go home, take a bath there and figure out what all this meant later. Not wanting to worry about all the FBI- regulations they broke in the last 12 hours, or worse… feelings that needed explanation.
She barely took any time clothing herself and using the bathroom, finding a hairbrush she used to straighten out any symptom of a bedhead. She took one final glance before she walked out of his bedroom, picking up her shoes at the table by his couch and placing them under her arms, planning on putting them on in the hallway. She opened the front door and stared at something she wasn’t expecting. Her quick glance couldn’t make out all the features but it looked like a white quarantine door made from thin plastic, the things shower curtains are made of.
Someone must have heard her opening the door and a man in a large white suit walked over to her. His set was all complete, the giant mask over his head, an oxygen tube going from his mask to the obvious canister behind his back. What kind of apocalypse movie did she accidentally step foot in? “Madam, please don’t panic, can I get your name?” The man in the suit spoke. Scully dropped her heels to the ground and tried to look further into the hallway. “What the hell is happening?” She asked strongly.
“Scully?” A hoarse voice from behind called. She turned around and saw Mulder walk towards the door, his hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes, only wearing his pants. “Sir, are you Fox Mulder?” The man asked him, Mulder only nodding to confirm. “We have quite the situation here, I understand you are an agent with the bureau so I must inform you that, however, you have experience with these kinds of things, this is out of your hands.” He said sympathetically. “What kind of situation?” Scully pressured. The man looked at her. “I’m FBI too!” She stated loudly.
“Your building currently is in lockdown, we have disease control roaming the building but the only thing this means for you is to stay put.” He nodded sternly to the both of them, his eyes flickering between the pair. “I have other doors to attend to, I’ll be with you in a moment,” He said with his hand raised to try and calm them. Their mouths almost hung open with the sudden information on the early morning. “Oh, and please keep this door closed until we come to contact you.” He walked off and Scully walked into the living room. Mulder closed the door behind them and looked at his feet.
“We’re you-“ He breathed in deeply, getting her attention and meeting her eyes. “We’re you leaving?”
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Blind Suspicion
(A Never Again missing scene / AU) Part 3
Mulder had tossed fitfully most of the night. He’d tried Scully’s hotel room 5 or 6 - more like a dozen times with no answer. Where was she? Was she okay? Was she injured? Was she de…? No don’t go there… was she really on a date? Was what happened in the dark corner of the basement meaningless?
He arrived at the office hoping she’d be there and proceeded to putter around the office not accomplishing anything. The phone rang and he rushed to grab it hoping it was Scully, but all he got was a dial tone. He started calling the hotel every 15 minutes and always got the same answer… no answer.
Around 9:30a.m. the phone rang and he grabbed it not wanting to chance missing the call if it was Scully. Finally it was, Thank God.
“Mulder.”
“Mulder, it’s me.”
“Scully, where have you been I’ve been calling you.”
Scully sighs, “Mulder just listen… I need you to come to Philadelphia and pick up my things from the hotel room - I’m going to be stuck here at the Philly PD for awhile giving my statement.”
“Philly PD! Scully what?....I .. Jesus - Scully…?”
“I don’t feel like talking about it right now, Mulder. Can you please just do this for me no questions asked and meet me here? Please?”
She sounded tired, he wondered if she was hurt - had he put her in danger? Had something happened? “Ok Scully. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Of course before he left he logged into the Philly PD database and searched for her name. A casefile number came up, with very preliminary details. Mulder scanned through the information quickly. Suspected Murder, Blood Types - O & A Suspect - Jerse, Edward? Who the hell was Ed Jerse? Possible sexual assault victim? Dana Scully? Witness? Suspect taken into custody burns on upper arm….
Possible sexual assault the print seemed to grow larger and smaller before his eyes. NO! No no no no… not Scully, not Scully. Please not Scully.
A driver’s license slowly appeared now he had a face to go with the name. Mulder pressed the print button on the keyboard. He felt like sweeping everything off his desk, needing to hear the crash, glass breaking items flying. He wanted to scream with rage, but he didn’t.
Mulder stood so fast his chair went rolling backwards and slammed into the cabinets behind him, he didn’t care. His only thought was of Scully. He stalked to the printer Ed Jerse’s likeness staring mockingly up at him. With the B&W print out fisted in his hand, Mulder grabbed his keys and moved quickly out of the office.
Philadelphia 11:20 am
Mulder was fortunate to be just in time for the 10:00am express flight. The plane had made good time and had landed 10min. early. He’d pre-arranged in flight for a rental and was already on the way to the hotel to check Scully out of her room and get her belongings.
The whole flight and drive those words: Sexual Assault ran through his mind, he could see them; they had weight and substance - it was like a huge glaring Neon light. Sexual Assault.
Flashes of images, sounds circled his thoughts some real, some imagined. Her voice on his answering machine “Mulder! I need your help!” Scully hands tied bruised and battered after being kidnapped by Donnie Pfaster. Scully her small wrists held by a mans larger one, screaming as her blouse is torn open. “I’m fine, Mulder,” her standard reply when he knew she was anything but.
Scully slammed against a wall, head rebounding from the force. Blurry indistinct images of a struggling female body, panties roughly ripped away. A man’s body spreading her legs covering her a quick thrusting motion and screaming, screaming, screaming until a hand muffles the sound. Nothing but whimpers echoing into silence.
Oh Jesus! He’d done that - he’d done that, muffled her screams.
Mulder bolted from the airplane seat barely managing to make it to the cramped planes lavatory before throwing up until there was nothing left in his stomach. Dry heaves continued for several minutes until they finally stopped. He flushed the waste, rinsed his mouth thoroughly and splashed water on his face before feeling steady enough to make it back to his seat.
An observant flight attendant handed him a Ginger Ale and a pack of Saltines. “We’ll be landing soon, Sir. This may help.” He gave her a small nod and thanks, but he couldn’t bring himself to smile.
It didn’t take long to gather Scully’s things from the Hotel room and pay the bill. He put everything in the trunk and got back into the car. Ed Jerse’s face continued to stare at him from the passenger seat. Beating the shit out of the guy wouldn’t be enough for what he’d done to Scully - no not nearly. Somehow Mulder was planning on killing the son of a bitch.
Mulder made it to the precinct at 12:05pm striding purposefully through the doors and up to the front desk - every bit the take charge G-Man he could be - when he needed to - he could command the room. He was a born leader - he just didn’t know it.
“I’m Special Agent Fox Mulder and I’m looking for my partner Special Agent Dana Scully - she told me to meet her here.”
The officer gave a little grunt and motioned back the left hallway. “She’s in Det. Gouveia’s office 3rd door on your right.”
Nodding Mulder made his way down the Hallway he could hear her voice and when he got to the doorway he felt like he was going to collapse. She looked so tiny, cuts and scrapes on her face and hands, it looked like she’d slept in her clothes torn, dirty and wrinkled.
Her FUCKING clothes were torn. Her eyes were so watery… she was looking at him warily. Was she frightened of him? Please don’t be scared, of me Scully - I, I would never… not like… this...
Oh! It suddenly dawned on him, they must not have done a rape kit yet - that must be why.
It was Scully she would want to don her armor in her own clothes after, not a sterile hospital gown. “Mulder?” Scully gasped and swallowed. “This is my partner Special Agent Fox Mulder. Mulder these are Detectives Gouveia and Smith.”
Mulder stepped into the room and shook hands with the two detectives. “Thank you for coming Mulder… I’ll be right back I need to use the …”
She stood and Mulder reached out to touch her then drew his hand back, “Scully, umm should you do that, I mean… not until…” He leaned in slightly and lowered his voice. “What about a rape kit? I know you know any DNA evidence collected - how important it would be for the trial - so the animal that did this to you can be put away and it can never happen to anyone else.”
Mulder said one thing, but had already vowed to take the law into his own hands.
“I wasn’t raped, Mulder...why would you think?” Scully’s eyes widen, she tries to be angry, but she’s just tired, and achy - the tattoo, her skin is burning and her head feels like it’s going to bust open any minute. She knows she would have done the same thing forearmed is forewarned and all that.
Mulder let out the breath he’d been holding she hadn’t been raped.
She hadn’t been raped.
He couldn’t smile, couldn’t ask the hundreds of questions he had - she hadn’t been raped that’s a good thing, a very good thing. Why didn’t that make him feel any better she’d clearly been beaten up. He knew his eyes held all the questions he wanted to ask - she had to see. The most important was, ‘What happened to you, Scully?’
“I’ll be right back.” Scully brushed his hand with hers as she stepped by him.
Both detectives had been silent during Mulder and Scully’s exchange, observing the dynamic of their partnership. Mulder hadn’t schooled his expressions very well and the detectives looked at each other knowing Agents Mulder and Scully had more than a simple partnership going on. Both wondered what Agent Mulder would think when he read the casefile and found out his partner had been at the suspects apartment and the report reflected they interviewed her wearing a man’s dress shirt.
Cheating was the one word that came to both of their minds.
Mulder wouldn’t get to read the report for several more hours. Scully had returned and was in the doorway, she looked even paler than before. “Mulder?” her voice was weak. “Something’s wrong…”
All three men saw it happen her eyes rolled up and she collapsed, Mulder caught her before she hit the ground cradling her in his arms, he swept her up and laid her on the lounge against the wall of the office. His hands flutter around her lighting here and there, checking the pulse at her wrist, she seemed to be breathing fine, he couldn’t really do anything else at the moment.
He finally registered the detectives speaking to him. “Agent Mulder an ambulance is on the way.” Mulder nodded in thanks. He kept looking at Scully and when he heard the sirens he picked her up and carried her out the doors of the precinct to the awaiting ambulance and gently placed her on the gurney.
Some videos and pictures were taken that day the video aired on a local news network. It made many a woman’s heart swoon watching a man so carefully carrying an unconscious woman with red hair down the steps to an ambulance, so strong, manly. Those watching would say it was the way he cradled her looking into her face which rested against his shoulder and neck, he even nuzzled her hair with his cheek - the look of a man in love and anguish - it was plain to see.
The photos were more covert. Snapping, snapping over and over more ammunition to possibly use one day.
I though there would only be 3 parts to this series and I find myself looking at 4 instead - Part 4 to end it all. Then I don’t have to watch this episode again - ever. Huge shoutout to @cultureisdarkbeer for the speedy once over. To everyone who has followed I hope this section doesn’t disappoint.
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