Title:          Aren't We Naughty?
Author:         Lovesfox
E-mail:         Lovesfox@home.com
Rating:         17+
Category:       MSR, Smut
Spoilers:       None that I can think of
Summary:        Surveillance duty in an adult toy store
Archive:        Yes, but let me know first, please

Disclaimer:     Borrowing Mulder and Scully again.
                They do not belong to me - they belong
                to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.

Thanks to:      Traci and Nancy, for encouragement and
                beta 


Author's Notes: This is in response to a verbal challenge
                issued by a member of the XFSmut List.
                Thank-you, Sdani, for putting the idea in
                my head.
                
                Aren't We Naughty is the name of an actual
                chain of adult stores in Canada and the 
                U.S.  I have used their name without 
                permission.

                The names of 'toys' mentioned herein are 
                real products researched on the Web, I have
                also used their names without permission.

 
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Aren't We Naughty?
by Lovesfox


Aren't We Naughty Sex Shoppe
Georgetown, D.C.
2:00 am


"I tell ya, Scully, life couldn't get any better than 
this," Mulder said, his tone ripe with satisfaction and 
amusement.

Scully lifted her head from the lens of the camera to 
look at her partner.  The plush leather chair in which 
he was reclined was situated several feet from her own 
uncomfortable plastic chair.  Which she had positioned 
roughly a foot and a half away from the tinted front 
window of the store for optimum observation purposes.  

Mulder had his arms up, with his hands clasped leisurely 
behind his head, and his legs were sprawled akimbo.  He 
managed to look both negligently relaxed and full of 
contained energy.  

Meanwhile, she knew she looked exactly like she felt - 
tired, irritable and quite ready to call it a day.  Or 
more accurately, a night.  

"How so, pray tell?" Scully asked with no small amount 
of sarcasm.

This ought to be good.  Here they were, once again on 
a dreaded surveillance duty, watching the underbelly or 
dregs of society, as they had once termed it on another 
stakeout not so long ago, from inside an adult toyshop.  

A sex shop.  Good Lord.  Could it be any worse?

"Scully, Scully, Scully," he chided, shaking his head 
slowly back and forth.  He straightened then, dropping 
one hand into his lap and making an all-encompassing 
sweeping gesture with the other to indicate their 
surroundings.  "Look where we are!"

Despite the fact that her eyes had traveled the route 
one too many times, Scully found herself looking around 
the large, rectangular-shaped shop decorated in bright 
reds with accents of gold and black.  Tacky and tawdry 
were the two words that had come to mind when they had 
first arrived to set up their post.  

Her eyes flitted over the racks of lingerie, and she 
used the term very loosely, that ran along one long 
wall.  Feathers and scraps of diaphanous material were 
not lingerie in her book.  

Now tasteful silk or satin teddies, or lacy, silky bra 
and panties sets, or tap pants and camisoles - those 
were to her what constituted lingerie.  Though she would 
admit to owning and wearing a thong on occasion. 
Something Mulder had discovered with delighted surprise 
not long into their relationship.

Still moving her eyes about the store, she quickly 
jumped past the shelves that held a very broad 
assortment of vibrators and dildoes and other...toys 
at the back of the shop.  She then moved her gaze 
along the opposite long wall, which was covered in 
posters, advertisements, and smaller shelves of more
...merchandise.  

"Mulder, I know full well where we are, and I'd rather 
not look again, thank-you," she said finally, a tad 
tightly.  Primly.  

Belatedly, she realized she was opening herself up for 
some teasing from the King of Innuendos.

"Hmmmm...full well, huh?" he mused questioningly, his 
eyes lighting up.  "You've been here before then?" he 
asked next, pinning her with his gaze, a quirky smile 
on his lips.

Damn it.  

Scully knew she was blushing.  Why was she embarrassed 
to admit she had been in a sex shop?  There was nothing 
shameful in it; she had been there for legitimate reasons.  
And she had harmed no one by browsing around the store 
after her purchases had been completed.  But nonetheless, 
embarrassed she was.  She turned her head to look back 
through the camera, pretending nonchalance, and attempted 
a casual tone as she replied, "Once or twice."

"Do tell, Scuh-lee," Mulder purred, and she heard the 
creak of leather as he rose from his chair. She imagined 
him prowling about her, stalking her, like a large jungle 
cat after its prey, and the thought sent a little shiver 
through her.  Thankfully he did not see it. 

And when he said her name that way, she was helpless to 
resist.  The words spilled out, like a confession.  "I've 
had to shop here for gifts a few times.  For bridal 
showers.  They aren't always cookware and china, you know."  
The last was said defensively.

He ignored her excuse, naturally, and pounced on the meat 
of her sentence.  "A few times, Scully?" he repeated.  "I 
thought you said once or twice.  A few times implies you've 
been here more than that."

The heat blazed higher on her cheeks, and she sighed in 
exasperation and regret before glancing over her shoulder 
to look at him.  Only he wasn't where she had expected him 
to be, which was behind her, ready to...ready to what she 
didn't know.  Touch her?  Kiss her? 
 
She shook her head, these thoughts were not appropriate, 
they were on duty.  Thoughts like that were meant for the 
privacy of her apartment, or his.  Scully turned her head 
further and found him.  He was over perusing the 'lingerie' 
selection, lightly flicking his fingers to move through 
the hangers of silk and satin, and leather and lace.

"Is this an interrogation, Mulder?" she asked then, 
raising her voice slightly.

"No, no, not at all," he murmured, looking up briefly to 
meet her eyes.  "I'm just fascinated that Dana Scully 
frequents sex shops, that's all."

Scully pursed her lips in irritation, her defensiveness 
arising again.  "I do not *frequent* sex shops, Mulder.  
I've had to shop here before, that's all."

"Poh-tay-toe, pa-tot-oh," was his teasing remark.  "But 
fine, I'll amend my statement."  He lifted his eyes to 
hers once more and held them as he continued. "I find it 
mind-boggling to know that you have shopped in a fine 
establishment such as this one."

Fine establishment?  She snorted inwardly but decided 
to let that one pass for now.  Her ire had risen 
significantly and her voice was tight when she snapped, 
"And why exactly is that?"

God, she sounded so bitchy.

"It's just not a place I imagined you shopping in, 
Scully," he replied.  He seemed *smug* for some reason, 
or cocky maybe, one eyebrow quirked as he spoke.  "Not 
your typical milieu."  He came closer, now perusing the 
shelves to her right, his walk a casual saunter.

"My typical milieu?" she repeated incredulously.  She 
wasn't quite sure why, but the fact that he didn't 
picture her shopping in a place such as this was 
insulting.  

Or why she seemed to be taking it as a direct attack on 
her status as a healthy, sexual woman who had needs and 
desires, and might care to explore them in different 
ways.  

"What are you inferring here, Mulder?" she asked in a 
low, clipped voice.  Her eyes were narrowed, her 
eyebrows in a deep frown.

Frost framed each word.

He either hadn't recognized the danger signs, or was 
deliberately trying to goad her, she mused through her 
haze of anger and annoyance as he plunged onward.  For 
what purpose however, she had yet to determine.

"Well, Scully, come on.  *You*," and the emphasis he 
put on the noun had her bristling anew, "in here looking 
at sex toys and kinky lingerie?"

"What do you find so 'mind-boggling' about it?"  She 
deliberately threw his earlier words back at him, 
putting a sneering emphasis on them.  "Is it my sexuality 
that's in question here, Mulder?"

"Your sexuality?" he said, his voice raising and emerging 
somewhat as a squawk.  He was starting to look a little 
flustered, standing just a few feet from her, his hands 
shifting from his sides to tuck into the pockets of his 
jeans, and back to his sides again.

"Yes, Mulder, my sexuality.  I can only assume that is 
what you're referring to when you say that a store such 
as this is not my *milieu*."  Again she stressed the word 
he had used, but with a sarcastic edge. 

When he merely gaped at her with his mouth opening and 
closing like a fish, saying nothing, she continued, "Is 
that it, Mulder?  My sexuality?  Am I not adventurous 
enough, or am I too uptight?  Or perhaps repressed is a 
better word?"

"NO!" he finally exclaimed loudly.  "That's not what I 
meant at all, Scully!"  He blew out his next breath, one 
hand coming up to rake through his hair.  His voice 
gentled, became apologetic.  "Actually, I'm not sure 
what I meant.  I was...I was just teasing you, I guess."

In a way she had known that he had been merely teasing 
her, but her tiredness had made her blow everything out 
of proportion.  

Not to mention the fact that they had not spent the 
night together in almost a week.  Thanks were owed to 
Skinner, for first loaning Mulder out to the VCU for 
three days, and now for 'volunteering' them for this 
surveillance detail.  

It had been ongoing for several days, with other pairs 
of agents in place, and looked like it could go on still 
longer.  They and the other two teams tonight were the 
replacements, and their rotation, unless it was no 
longer necessary, was scheduled for the following three
nights as well.

Even with her tiredness, at the same time she thought 
she recognized a grain of truth to his words – he really 
did not see her as the type of woman to shop in a store 
such as this.  And that bothered her. 

She sighed, her shoulders sagging, anger deflating as 
easily as it had risen, and slumped back into her chair. 
"Mulder..." she started to say, and then paused, 
struggling to articulate her thoughts.  "I guess there 
are still a lot of things we don't know about each 
other, even with...even with our new relationship," she
said finally. 

Their new relationship was a sexual one, and was only 
two months old.  And while they had certainly made 
every effort to indulge in their lust as often as 
possible, and had shared many secrets and fantasies 
in that time, not all had been revealed.

"True," Mulder said, stroking his chin with an index 
finger.  He was quiet for a moment, before asking, 
"Are you suggesting we play Twenty Questions, Scully?"  
Interest and amusement colored his tone.  "I'm game, 
are you?"  His smirk indicated he did not think she 
would accept his challenge.

Obviously in all their time together, he had not yet 
learned she rarely backed down from a dare.  She arched 
an eyebrow and looked him directly in the eye.  "I can 
handle it, Mulder.  The question is – can you?"

He arched a brow in response before sauntering over to 
his chair with that same studied casualness and sinking 
into the leather with an air of nonchalance.  He made 
himself comfortable first, and then met her eyes.  

"Bring it on, baby," he murmured.

Scully stared at him, finding herself at a loss for 
where to start.  And she had to admit to a craving 
curiosity about what Mulder was going to ask her.  

"Why don't you go first, Mulder?" she said finally.  
"Since it was technically your idea."

His eyes laughed at her.  "Sure, Scully, no problem," 
he said, and though his voice was even, she could hear 
the humor there as well.  He then waggled both eyebrows 
at her while rubbing his hands together in mock 
anticipation.

She felt nervous all of a sudden, and had to remind 
herself it was Mulder - her partner and friend of 
seven years, and her lover of two months - and that 
it was only a game.

He must have picked up on her tension, for his next 
words were, "Relax, Scully.  This will be painless."  
Then he grinned, showing his teeth.  "Mostly."  He 
shifted about on the chair again, the leather creaking 
companionably with his motions.  

"Hmmmm, let's see," he drawled contemplatively, one 
finger tapping his chin. "What little snippets of 
information am I missing in the life of Dana Scully?"  
He waited a beat before tacking on, "The sexual life 
of Dana Scully, that is."

Scully huffed good-naturedly and turned back to the 
lens before her, leaning forward to peer through it.  
They still had a job to do, as boring and as mind 
numbing as it was.  

A thorough scan of the street and adjacent buildings 
yielded nothing.  She let herself relax back into her 
chair, and awaited Mulder, her head turned to the side 
partly towards him.

The silence was amicable, and continued for a long 
moment, before Mulder finally said softly, "I know."  
Creaking leather signified he had shifted yet again, 
and then he continued, "Okay, first question, Scully.  
When did you receive your first *real* kiss?  And by 
real kiss, Scully, I don't mean just a little peck.  
I mean real lip action, maybe even some tongue."  
The words were salacious, but said with a grin.

She shot him an exasperated look, fighting the urge 
to roll her eyes, and said drolly, "I think I 
understand, Mulder, thank-you."  She moved in her seat, 
turning sideways so that she could rest her arm along 
its back, with her elbow bent and her chin propped 
upon her palm.  

"My first...*real* kiss" she said with another arched 
eyebrow aimed in Mulder's direction, "was with a boy 
named Andy the summer I was 14."  

She couldn't help that her voice turned nostalgic, she 
could remember the moment so intensely – the cool, wet 
feel of his lips on hers, his shaking hands on the bare 
skin of her back, not quite covered by her halter top.  

"It was on a dare from Missy," she continued.  "We were 
behind the boathouse at the cottage we went to every 
summer for several years.  Afraid Ahab would find us 
and skin us both, with just our lips pressed together. 
Then he put his arms around me.  I was so shocked my 
mouth fell open, and his tongue was suddenly in there.  
At first I was a little disgusted, and then I realized 
I liked it.  A lot."

"Whoo-hoo!" Mulder exclaimed.  "Do tell, G-woman!"

His leering voice pulled her from her reverie, although 
his words were a tease, and were not meant to be 
demeaning.  

Shaking her head slightly, she replied, "I just did.  
Which makes it my turn."  At his little wave of 
acknowledgement, she said, "Okay.  Same question.  
When was your first real kiss?"  

He answered promptly, as if the matter had been on 
his mind, perhaps dredged to the surface by her 
revelation.

"I actually have to answer that in two parts, as odd 
as it may seem," he told her.  "My first real kiss, 
as in one with tongue, happened when I was 13, and it 
too was a dare.  The girl I kissed was 15...yes, Scully, 
an older woman...and her name was Julie.  I was 
inexperienced and rough, and she pushed me away from 
her when it was over, and didn't speak to me for a long 
time afterwards.  It's not a good memory, but it *was* 
my first."  

His shrug was self-deprecating, rueful.  He continued,
"Now the first kiss that both participants enjoyed, 
happened when I was 15.  Her name was Elizabeth, and 
again, she was older than I.  She was 16, and I would 
have crawled through broken glass for her.  We had a 
torrid romance, such as it was, for one summer, until 
she met an older boy at the start of the school year.  
He was 17, and drove a car."

The conversation could get deeper, if she chose to 
make it so, but she sensed now was not the time.  So 
she went with, "A guy with a car was everything."

"Yup," he answered simply, bobbing his head up in down 
in agreement.  "Next question," he said then.  "I think 
I'll go with a theme here.  A theme of first times.  
How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"I was 19," she replied, and said no more.  Ridiculous 
really, with their sexual intimacy, and her openness of 
moments ago, but she felt strangely shy sharing the tale 
of her first experience with sex.

"Details, Scully," he came back quickly.

"It's my turn next," she returned with equal quickness, 
wondering if he could be distracted from pursuing the 
topic.  "If you want details, make that your next 
question."

"Fair enough," he said.  "Ask away."

She couldn't think of anything else to ask, and had 
to admit to a certain curiosity as to when Mulder had 
begun his sexual odyssey.  "I know I'm following your 
lead, here, but I'd also like to know when you lost 
your virginity."

"Strange as it may seem, Scully," he began, his voice 
a compelling mix of self-deprecating humor and 
nostalgia, "I was not the Don Juan I am today."  

He paused, his head tilted as he waited for her snort 
of laughter, as she knew he had intended her to, before 
adding, "And coincidentally enough, I was also 19."  
He then quirked his eyebrow at her, indicating he would 
not continue the story, just as she had not. 

She had figured he might do that, and thus was not 
surprised. 

Mulder changed his tactics then, and the next few 
questions were far easier, and had nothing to do with 
sex whatsoever.  Both they and their answers came 
quickly, in an almost rapid-fire back and forth 
between the two of them.

"Favorite ice cream, Scully?"

"Maple walnut.  Favorite color, Mulder?"

"Scully blue.  Favorite movie?"

"That's sweet," she said, very touched.  A tiny smile 
on her lips, she replied, "'Agnes of God'," and then 
asked, "How about you?  What's your favorite movie?"

"'Debbie Does Dallas'."

"Mulder!"

"Ohhhhh, you meant my favorite *serious* movie.  In 
that case, it's 'The Day The Earth Stood Still'."

Mulder grinned at her then, and shifted in his chair.  
He still lounged, but he had now brought one foot up 
to rest on the opposite thigh, just above his knee.  

The pose immediately drew her eyes to the vee of his 
legs, to the dark shadow there.  Blushing slightly, 
she forced her gaze back up to his face.

He was watching her knowingly, the smile still on his 
lips, his very sensual lips, but did not comment about 
the fact she had been staring at his crotch.  "Next 
question," was what he said.  "Let's see..." his voice 
trailed off, and she fully expected to hear something 
equally banal like her favorite chocolate bar, or 
favorite cereal.   

But he surprised her by asking, "What's your favorite 
sexual position?"

He caught her completely off-guard with the change in 
pace after such innocuous questions, and her surprise 
made her slow.  She drew a blank, and stared at him with 
her mouth hanging open, blinking slowly.  "Uh..." she 
said.  "Sexual position?"  Great, she was back to 
repeating his words like a simpleton.

"Yeah, you know," Mulder replied.  "Standing up, doggie 
style, missionary..."

With each position he named, scenes were flashing in 
her head.  

>>She and Mulder in her bathroom, her ass perched on the 
edge of the sink, his hands on her hips and her hands 
clutching the counter frantically, her legs wrapped 
around his waist as he pumped into her.

>>She on her knees before him in her kitchen, his pants 
at his ankles and his head thrown back as he groaned his 
pleasure, and she peered up at him with her lips 
encircling his cock.

>>The line of his back as he was draped over her, hips 
pistoning as he thrust into her from behind, her hands 
clutching the headboard of her bed.

"Scully?"

His voice pulled her away from the memories, and she 
realized her heart was pounding furiously, and her 
cheeks felt flushed.  A light film of perspiration dotted 
her brow as well.  

Refocusing on Mulder, she saw that he had cocked his head 
to one side and was regarding her with one eyebrow crooked 
slightly.  Waiting for her to answer.  

What was the question again?  

Oh, yeah.  Favorite sexual position, right.  Well, their 
sex life could definitely be considered quite adventuresome 
and full of variety, from planned occasions to spontaneous 
encounters, and they had probably tried most ways imaginable.  
They had also managed to christen most of the furniture in 
both their apartments – in fact, his coffee table now had 
a definite wobble, and she couldn't look at her kitchen 
chairs without remembering one particularly energetic 
engagement.  But they had never come right out and stated 
a preference as to positions.

"Um," she started to say, and squirmed in her seat as 
another image suddenly filled her mind.  It was of Mulder 
flat on his back and her atop him, riding him.  Her mouth 
went dry.  

God, she loved to watch his face as she slid up and down 
his cock, to hear his moans and mutters.  Her leg muscles 
flexed right then, as if she was atop him that very moment, 
and she licked her lips before speaking.  "I love to be on 
top," she said at last, and then added a second later, "To 
be in control."

Mulder sucked in his breath, and this time it was he who 
seemed to squirm in his seat.  His hands went to his 
thighs, and tugged at the denim there, as if the material 
were suddenly too tight, constricting.  "Jesus, Scully," 
he rasped.  "I love when you're on top too."  

Although she had chosen loose, comfortable clothing for 
this stakeout, in the form of loose chinos and a casual 
jean shirt, Mulder's voice and words had her feeling 
restricted.  *Bound*.  

Her hand came up to pull at the collar of her shirt, 
fingers fiddling with the top button for a moment, before 
rising to slide through her hair.  Fluffing the ends away 
from her neck in an effort to cool her now heated flesh.

She wished the stakeout were over, that they were already 
at home – whose, it did not matter – and tumbling into bed,
arms and legs wrapped around each other.

"Ahhhh...your turn, Scully," Mulder said after a few 
minutes, his voice not quite as husky, though not entirely 
calm either.

Scully blinked slowly, still feeling a little hot and 
bothered.  Little?  She snorted inwardly.  Try horny as 
hell!  Several slow, deep breaths helped somewhat, and 
then she sighed quietly.  Once again she could think of 
nothing original to ask.  So she said, "Same question, 
Mulder.  Your favorite position."

His reply was prompt.  "Actually, Scully, with you, every 
position is my favorite."

For such a suave answer, Scully heard the absolute honesty 
in the words.  It did two things – melted her heart and 
sent liquid heat straight to her core.  

She was so *hot* now...her clothes uncomfortable against 
her skin.  This time she pulled the collar of her shirt 
away from her body and flapped it in a vain attempt 
to cool herself down. 

"Mulder..." she said finally.

"It's true, Scully," he said, his eyes intent on hers.  
"But since that seems like a pat answer, and in fairness 
to our game, I'll choose one."  He paused for a second, 
his eyes having now dropped to the shadow between her 
breasts, revealed by the motions of her hand.  

"Actually, it's not really a position, it's more of a 
fantasy," he began.  "We've been working at your apartment, 
and after going out to get something to eat, we're heading 
back to finish.  Having denied ourselves the pleasure of 
each other's bodies all day, things have been rather 'tense' 
for the last few hours.  As I unlock the door with your keys 
and hold it open for you to enter, you walk past, and brush 
against me.  That's all it takes.  I shut and lock the door, 
grabbing your hand before you can walk away, and pin you 
against the hard wood surface.  My tongue is in your mouth 
and my hand is up your sweater before you can even say my 
name.  We don't bother with removing all our clothes, just 
moving or rearranging the necessary items and in a matter 
of seconds I am thrusting inside you, your legs wrapped 
around my waist and your hands fisted in my hair.  With 
each thrust I make, your body slams into the door and you 
let out a gasping groan, but you are whispering "Harder, 
Mulder, faster," in my ear.  It is fantastic and wild and 
hot and rough, and although I never want it to end, you are
quaking all around me and I come and come and come..."

Scully realized she was staring at him with her mouth ajar 
once again.  

Mulder himself was not unaffected by having related his 
fantasy to her.  She could see his breathing was labored, 
and his hands were rubbing up and down his thighs.    

He rose suddenly, startling her, and began to move 
restlessly about the front of the store, avoiding eye 
contact with her.
  
Scully willed her racing heart to slow, and refocused 
all her attentions on watching the dark street through 
the camera lens.  And in trying to ignore Mulder's very 
*male* presence only a few feet away. 

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably 
only a few minutes, she heard the creak of leather.  
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Mulder had 
resumed his seat.

He cleared his throat, the sound purposely dramatic, 
she knew, and then spoke. 

"Okay, Scully, back to your earlier intriguing statement 
about having shopped in adult toy stores before," Mulder 
said.  "I know you said you were shopping for gifts, but 
I read a lot more into it than that.  So, what I'm asking 
is, have you ever bought something from any adult toy 
store for yourself?"  He leaned forward, elbows on his 
knees, and quickly added, "And I'm not referring to 
lingerie or stockings, either."

Oooh, boy.  He was really getting down to the nitty-gritty, 
she thought.  She was fairly certain of the reaction she 
would elicit from him with her news that she had bought 
herself a vibrator - intense hunger.  

Stalling for time, teasing herself, and indirectly him as 
well, she replied with a simple, "Yes."

There was that noisy exhalation from him again.  Even in 
the semi-darkness she could see his eyes glittering, and 
his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Scully knew his mind was working, calculating the odds 
as to what she might have purchased for herself.

He lunged to his feet with a swift and startling movement 
that made her jump.  In three quick steps he was at her 
chair, standing behind her.  

"Scully," he said thickly.  "We can finish this game some 
other time."  His voice deepened as he bent to speak near 
her ear.  "Tell me, Scully, what did you buy yourself?"  
It was nearly a demand.

Though he was not touching her, she was extremely aware 
of him.  Her blood was like syrup in her veins, her heart 
pounding.  Her own voice was faint as she replied, "A 
vibrator.  I bought myself a vibrator."

"Jesus..." he rasped, the 's' at the end trailing away 
sibilantly.

Suddenly he was beside her, his hand wrapping around her 
upper arm.  He tugged her up out of the seat, his hands 
landing on her hips.  With another of those quick, 
startling movements, he had sat himself in her chair and 
pulled her down onto his lap, her back to his chest, his 
knees between hers.

"Mulder –" she started to protest.

But he interrupted.  "Shhhh, Scully.  It's okay," he 
whispered close to her ear again.  "Just keep looking 
through the camera."

A frisson of fear skittered up her spine, making her 
shiver.  But she was wrong, it wasn't fear - she'd never 
been afraid of Mulder.  Perhaps it was more of an illicit 
thrill that she was feeling?

Hesitantly, she shifted, moving herself on his thighs to 
get comfortable.  Against her ass, she could feel his 
hardness, and inhaled sharply.

Mulder groaned at almost the same time, his hands once 
more on her hips, and moved against her with a little 
thrust of his lower body.

They both sighed each other's names.

Scully blinked, and tried to focus on the scene through 
the eye of the camera, but the empty street barely 
registered.  

Dimly she knew they shouldn't be doing this, that they 
should be more careful.  But at the same time, her less 
rational side was reassuring herself that there were 
three other teams watching as well, if one included the
SAC, and reiterating the statement they had heard 
at the debriefing beforehand - that it was thought 
extremely unlikely the suspect would make a move that 
night.

A tickling sensation at her waistline made her aware 
that Mulder was stealthily - or not so stealthily now 
- pulling her shirt out of her chinos.  She tensed 
slightly, wondering what he was going to do.

"Relax, Scully," he whispered, his words and voice 
seductive.  "I won't take it off."

A second later the shirt settled around her hips and 
pelvis, completely untucked from her pants.  Then his 
hands were on her hips, *under* her shirt, the tips of 
his fingers just barely grazing the bare skin above 
her waistband.  

He waited for her to start breathing again; chuckling 
softly into her neck, his lips nuzzling, and then glided 
his fingers oh so slowly up her ribs.  Then he stopped 
and slid them back down to her waist before they could 
make contact with the sides of her breasts.  

This unpredictability had her nipples tightening, and 
her back arching, her breath escaping in a shuddering 
sigh.

That chuckle came again, now just below her ear, and it 
sent a shiver through her entire body.  "Relax," he 
repeated, sounding very amused.  And very aroused.

"Mulder," she said weakly, one hand holding tightly to 
the camera as she looked through it, the other lying on 
her knee, worrying the material of her chinos.  She 
wasn't sure exactly what she was trying to say to him 
- was it a plea for him to stop, or for him to continue?

"Shhhh..." was his reply. 

She had to suck in her next breath noisily as his hands 
moved lightly but firmly up her ribs and then swooped 
in to cover both her breasts.  He cradled them for a 
moment, squeezing gently, before his dexterous fingers 
slid under the cups of her bra to pluck at her hard 
nipples.

Scully squirmed and thrust her chest out, silently 
imploring him not to stop.  Her actions also caused 
her ass to rub against his erection, and he groaned 
her name.  

"Scuh-leee."

The hands on her breasts became a little rougher, 
pinching at her nipples, squeezing the mounds together.  
At the same time, Mulder used his nose to tilt her head 
to the side, accentuating the long tendon there, and 
began nipping at it.  He followed up each little bite 
by lathing the spot with his tongue.

Using her toes - situated as she was, they were the 
only part of her feet that touched the ground - she 
moved a little on Mulder's lap.  This allowed her to 
push herself back even further on his legs, grinding 
her ass into the hard bulge contained by straining 
denim.  

She realized hazily that she was practically performing 
a lap dance on him.  The only thing missing was the 
music - some heavy, pulsating rhythm.

"Ohhh..." Mulder groaned, and one of his hands slid 
down her belly and atop her mound, cupping her through 
her chinos.  His palm pressed down over her pubic bone, 
his fingers curling to rub along the seam of her pants.  
The friction of the material of both the chinos and her 
panties was an incredible stimulation.  

The positioning of his hand also served to hold her 
firmly against him, obviously intensifying the pressure 
of her ass on his cock.  He had started thrusting in slow, 
steady jerks of his hips.

The fingers of her hand on the camera were trembling and 
slick with sweat from the ferocity of her grip.  She took 
her hand off and brought it down to swipe on the leg of 
her pants before returning it to a different location on 
the camera.  Her other hand slid from her knee to his, 
and she then began to stroke up and down the inside of his 
thigh with her palm, reaching as close to the apex of his 
legs as she could.

At that, Mulder shifted, sliding his ass forward on the 
chair so that he could recline somewhat, and spread his 
legs further apart.  This caused hers to widen even 
further, having been draped over his, the insides of her 
legs against the outsides of his.  It gave him greater 
access to her crotch, and his stroking sped up.

With a growl, his hand suddenly slid up to the waistband 
of her pants.  He deftly unbuttoned them, and moved to 
open her zipper.  

"Mulderrrr..." It was a weak mewl, her fear of discovery 
rebuilding, close to overshadowing the thrill of the 
moment and the pleasure she felt as a result of his touch.  
She covered his hand with the one that had been rubbing 
his leg, and halted him from proceeding.

"Let me do this for you, Scully," he husked.  "Please, 
baby?"

The sensual pleading was her undoing.  "Jesus, Mulder."  
Her hand fell away, to hang limply at her side, and her 
head left the eye of the camera to loll back on his 
shoulder.  Tacit permission.

The sound of the fastener of her zipper gliding ever so 
slowly down the teeth was extremely loud.  Erotic.  And 
the feel of her pants loosening was an equal stimulation, 
one that had her holding her breath in anticipation - 
waiting for his fingers to slip underneath her dampened 
panties to her now throbbing flesh.

Which they did.  Sliding easily between her wet folds, 
dipping briefly inside before he retracted them and put 
two of his fingers on her clitoris.

"You're so wet, Scully," he moaned into her ear, and 
began to move those fingers in little circles over the 
hard nubbin.

Scully's hips jerked, and then she began to move them in 
counter-rhythm, with slow circles of her own.  She lifted 
the hand that had been dangling at her side and pressed 
her palm flat against his thigh, her fingernails digging 
slightly into the denim.  

The motion of her hips served a dual purpose, for it also 
moved her rear end against Mulder's cock.  In a way she 
knew without a doubt he definitely liked.  His fingers 
on her clit sped up, his other hand was gripping her hip 
so tightly she thought there might be tiny bruises come 
morning, and he was whispering her name repeatedly.

Speaking of coming, she was well on her way.  

The pleasure was building and building within her, soon 
to explode in a glorious finale.  She bit her lip in an 
effort to stem the cries that were rising in her throat.

She screamed anyway.

But in fear, not ecstasy.  

For the radio beside them had suddenly and loudly squawked, 
"TEAM 4, CHECK IN."

Scully bolted from Mulder's lap, feeling a slight bit of 
pain from the suddenness of his fingers' withdrawal, and 
grabbed at her chinos as they threatened to slide down her 
hips.  Her body had gone ice cold, the arousal fleeing as 
quickly as it had risen, and her eyes were scanning the 
shop frantically.  

Expecting to find the SAC of the stakeout, or one of the 
other agents, standing there having seen her and Mulder 
in their incriminating and job-threatening position.

While her eyes darted about, and her clumsy fingers 
struggled to refasten her pants, she was aware of 
Mulder's groan, and subsequent grab of the radio.  

A second later he pressed the 'talk' button and said, 
"Team 4 checking in.  Nothing to report."

With the quality of the radio, it was doubtful anyone 
would hear the hoarseness of his voice, or the stunned 
surprise there.  But Scully did.  She knew without a 
doubt hers would be the same.

"10-4," the disembodied voice returned, and then the 
radio went dead.

Mulder dropped it on the floor and fell against the 
chair's back, his hands coming up to scrub over his 
face, groaning loudly.  "Christ!" he exclaimed then, 
and straightened up once more, turning to look at her, 
standing a foot or so away and to his left.  "Scully, 
you okay?"

Scully blinked, and jerked a nod at him.  "Just a 
little..." Her voice trailed off.  He'd understand 
what she hadn't said.  "I'm...um...going to freshen 
up," she told him then, and headed to the tiny staff 
washroom at the back of the store. 

Once inside, the door shut and locked behind her, she 
stared at her reflection in the tiny mirror above the 
sink.  Ghost pale, with bright spots of color on her 
cheeks.  Eyes still a little wild, hair a little 
disheveled.  With a shake of her head, she looked down 
at the sink.

Turning the cold-water tap on, she let it run for 
several seconds before bending and putting her cupped 
hands under the flow of water.  She splashed it on her 
face and repeated her actions twice more.  Straightening 
again, she pulled some paper towels from the dispenser 
on the wall and patted her face dry.

After discarding the towels in the small garbage can in 
one corner, she finger-combed her head into neatness.  
Her clothes were next - refastening the one button of 
her shirt she didn't remember being undone, and 
smoothing out her chinos - before she exited the 
bathroom, flicking the light off on her way out the 
door to rejoin Mulder.

***


4:20 am


Seated once more in the chair by the window, Scully 
looked through the camera lens yet again, and sighed to 
herself.  She couldn't help thinking longingly about a 
cup of fresh, hot coffee.  Maybe even splurging for a 
calorie-laden donut.  

Since their attempt at whatever they had been aiming 
for, be it orgasms by hand, or actual full-blown sex, 
had been rudely and frightfully interrupted, and once 
she had calmed down, her hunger for sustenance had 
awakened.  And when she was denied sexually, her need 
was usually in the form of junk food.  

A consolation prize, if you would.  Though not much of 
a prize, she thought ruefully.  Food or hot sex with 
Mulder.  Like she'd really have to think about that one!

Quietly she remarked,  "Whichever team's got that donut 
shop across the street as their location has got it made. 
It's open all night, it's doubtful anyone would question 
their presence, and most importantly, the coffee would be 
fresh."  This was said wistfully, with a mournful glance 
at the thermos on the ground beside her, long empty. 

"I think I made a great choice for our location, Scully," 
Mulder said then.  The leather of his chair creaked as he 
shifted around.

The word 'choice' reverberated in her head, and stirred 
up fresh indignation, spurred on no doubt by not only the 
lack of coffee, but their aborted attempt at sex.  Even 
if neither was the fault of Mulder.  

"Choice?" she nearly shrilled, and turned her head to 
glare at him.  Inwardly, she cringed at her shrewish tone.  
"What the hell do you mean by 'choice'?  Are you telling 
me we weren't assigned to this location?"

Mulder wore his panic face.  Apparently he had seen the 
light, and it wasn't pretty.  "Uh..."

"You're kidding me!" she exclaimed angrily.  "Jesus, 
Mulder!  Why the hell did you pick *this* place?  Did you 
hear any of the comments we got from the other teams?"  

She cringed again as her mind replayed some of the more 
choice comments, just loud enough to be heard by she and 
Mulder, but not by SAC Derek Johns.

'Hey, maybe Spooky can do a little shopping while he's 
there.  That little red number in the window, with the 
cutouts for the tits, that's a hot one.  Mrs. Spooky'd 
look damn fine in it.' 
 
Agent James Dalton, notorious flirt and womanizer.

'If Scully and Mulder aren't getting it on with each 
other, maybe they'll find some toys to get it on with.'  

No name for the face, but the eyes and expression had 
been sneering and piggish.

'Spooky and the Missus doing the nasty in Aren't We 
Naughty!'  

Agent Rick Michaels, partner to Dalton, and his equal 
in the crass department.

"Aw, Scully, since when do you pay those jackasses any 
mind?" Mulder said softly then, pulling her from her 
disturbing thoughts. 

Her glance at him revealed that he now displayed his 
pout face - lower lip poking out, eyes sad and vaguely 
puppy-ish.  He was hard to resist, and she felt a 
smidgen of her anger melt.  

"Normally, I don't," she replied, her voice less 
strident.  Then she shook her head rather sharply, 
putting those 'jackasses' and their comments out of 
mind.  "But, Mulder...here?"  That came out even 
softer, and rather plaintive.

He shrugged boyishly, and relaxed slightly, obviously 
sensing she had calmed down some.  "Well for one thing, 
this location is actually just out of range of the 
suspect's area of operation, I doubt if he even made a 
move tonight that we'd see it. I really don't know why 
they asked to use this place, though I'm glad they did."  
He smiled then.  "Just look at this place, Scully."  He 
stood up and waved his arm around the store, turning in 
a slow circle.  "I mean *really* look at this place.  
It's a hell of a lot more interesting then a donut shop 
or that tailor's shop."

Scully looked around yet again, this time trying to see 
the store from Mulder's eyes.  The decor was still nothing 
she'd ever choose, but she supposed she could modify her 
original opinion of tacky.  It did suit the products and 
purposes of the store, and was actually nicer than one 
place she'd had the misfortune to enter.  

Well, actually she'd been dragged into it by Missy, 
feeling embarrassed as hell and amazingly curious at the 
same time.  However, that store had been a head shop, and 
had been dingy and grungy and dirty.  And scary for a 
still rather naive 17-year old girl.

Now that she thought about it though, embarrassment was 
probably what had prompted most of her attitude and 
thoughts about the store.  She allowed herself to look 
beyond her first impression, and her biases.

The layout of the store was actually rather logical, its 
merchandise displayed in an attention-grabbing, but not 
obnoxious manner.

"Well, I guess it's not that bad," she allowed finally. 

Mulder chuckled.  "A typical Scully admission," he teased.
"Relenting, but never conceding defeat."

"There is no defeat to concede, Mulder," she said, with 
a touch of asperity.  She then softened her response by 
smiling slightly.

"Sure, fine, whatever," he returned with drollness, and 
then blew her a kiss.

Shaking her head, she focused her attention on the scene 
through the camera lens.  The still quiet as ever, empty 
street.

"Oooooh.  Hey, look Scully!" Mulder called out.  "They've 
got 'Debbie Does Dallas'.  Wanna watch it?"

She turned to see him holding up a videocassette box in 
one hand, the thumb of his other hand jerked towards the 
TV/VCR combo by the cash desk.  He had an exaggerated 
leer on his face.

"Pass, thank-you," she told him, and turned back to the 
camera.

"Spoilsport," he muttered, just loud enough for her to 
hear.

She merely grinned to herself.

A few minutes had gone by without comment or sound 
effects from Mulder.  Scully glanced over her shoulder 
to see that he was prowling around the store now, in 
the back, his fingers skimming along the shelves as he 
perused their wares.  

With a fond smile on her lips, she resumed her watch 
through the camera's eye and moved the telephoto lens 
to scan the street and the surrounding buildings.  

Mulder's low chuckle reached her ears a moment later, 
and she cocked her head slightly to the side, curious, 
eyes still focused on her task.

"So, Scully," he called then.  "You never did tell me 
all about your vibrator."

"What's there to tell, Mulder?" she called back, not 
surprised in the least that he wanted to know all about 
it.  She could just imagine him when they were back at 
her apartment - he was going to want to get acquainted 
with the damn thing.  "It's a vibrator, end of story."

"End of story?  I don't think so, Scully.  You've roused 
my curiosity now."

"Are you sure it's just your curiosity that's aroused?"  
She couldn't resist the opening he'd handed her, 
something he did so rarely.  It was usually she who 
stepped right into his one-liners and innuendo.  And 
besides, she'd seen the flare of heat in his eyes when 
she'd admitted to owning a vibrator.

"Oooh, good comeback, Scully," he said.  He was quiet for 
a minute, and she looked around again to see he was holding 
something in his hands – a box of some sort.  "So, Scully, 
since you won't tell me about your vibrator, I'll just have 
to guess," he called.  "Is it a Gyrating Wild Stallion?"

"A Gyrating Wild..." her voice was choked with her attempts 
to hold in her laughter, and faded off in mid-sentence.  She 
gulped in air and was successful in her attempts, though her
cheeks were hot from the effort and a toothy grin still 
curled her lips. 

"Yep," he said, snickering a little.  He cleared his throat 
and then said, "'Take a ride on the wild side with this 
vibrating stallion head and darting tongue.  Let the pearl 
rotation take you to orgasmic bliss.'"  His recitation was 
priceless, ruined only by the huge guffaws that burst forth 
from his mouth immediately after.

That did it.  Her laughter joined his.  Thank God they were 
not wired to the other teams, that communication was by 
walkie-talkie only.

"I'll take that as a no," he said after their laughter 
died down.  "Hmmmm, let's see," he murmured a moment or two 
later.  Another pause.  "Ooooh, this one's nice.  How about 
a Dancing Dolphin Fantasy Vibe?  It has a convenient wrist 
strap, multi-speeds for variable vibrations, and an arched 
design for ultimate G-spot stimulation.  And it's a lovely 
bright blue color too, Scully.  Almost matches your eyes.  
So, is that the one, G-woman, with its G-spot stimulation?"

Scully grinned to herself.  Who in the hell thought up these 
ridiculous names?  Dancing Dolphin?  That was almost as bad 
as the Wild Stallion.  And how come when she had looked at 
them so long ago, they weren't as funny as they were now?  

"Guess again, G-man!" she called out.  Might as well go 
with the G-flow.

"Well, there's the Marina Opulent 5" G-Spot Vibe that's 
quiet and waterproof.  I know how much you love your baths, 
Scully," he teased.  "And quiet sounds like your style."

True about the baths.  As for the quiet, well whenever 
Mulder put his hand over her mouth, technically that 
qualified.

His thoughts obviously mirrored hers as he snickered and 
then said,  "On second thought, forget that one.  Quiet 
you ain't."

Hard to believe, but in Mulder's arms, she had become a 
screamer.  She had been embarrassed at first, but was no 
longer.  And of course Mulder loved this little fact, and 
loved to tease her about it.

"Ha, ha, Mr. OHBABYOHBABYYESYESYES!" she called out to 
him in a fairly decent impersonation of his hoarse shout.  
Her mind easily recalled their last night together, where 
Mulder had bellowed his pleasure to her apartment building.

"Touche!" was his response.  Followed a few seconds later 
by an extremely amused, "Ah ha!" 

She wondered what he had found now.

"This has got to be it, G-woman!" he called out.  "The 
Hypersonic G, with 6 levels of vibrating and pulsating 
action - vibrate 1, vibrate 2, vibrate 3, pulsate, surge 
and escalate."  A pause, and then he throatily said, 
"Are you as turned on as I am, G-woman?"

Turned on?  Maybe.  Intrigued?  Hell yes.

"So is it the one?" he asked next.  "Maybe we should take 
this bad boy out and give it a test run."

What?  "Mulder!" Scully yelled, head spinning around so 
fast she made herself dizzy.  "Don't you dare open that 
package!"

"Aw, come on, Scully," he mock-whined, waggling the 
package at her.  "I wanna play.  Don't you wanna play 
with me?"  His voice had lowered several octaves, and 
sent a delicious shiver through Scully's body.

God, yes, she wanted to play with him.  Her nipples were 
hard, her core tight with need.  She was like Pavlov's 
dog when it came to Mulder and his 'sex' voice.  And he 
knew it too, the bastard.  

"Mulderrrrr..." she groaned.  Her own voice had lowered, 
signifying how easy it would be to persuade her otherwise.  
"Mulder, we can't."  A weak protest.

"Scully," he crooned, already stalking towards her, the 
vibrator discarded on a convenient countertop.  "Come on 
baby, it's just you and me, all alone here."  He 
continued his seduction.  "No one will ever know.  It'll 
be our little secret."  

He was behind her then, like earlier, and he leaned down 
to whisper directly into her ear, his lips brushing the 
sensitive shell. "Don't tell me the thought of doing *it* 
here isn't just as much a turn-on for you as it is for 
me." 

Well, hello!  Scully didn't say that though, keeping 
her sardonic thought to herself.  She leaned forward, 
away from those dangerously lethal lips, and turned 
slightly in her seat so she could meet his gaze.  "Of 
course it's a turn-on, Mulder.  Sometimes you just have 
to look at me and I'm turned on.  But didn't you learn 
anything just over an hour ago?  We were lucky that was 
just a radio check-in, and not the SAC doing a personal 
visit!"

"Come on, Scully."  His voice had turned wheedling.  
"The SAC's not going to move from his cushy spot down 
the street.  Or risk tipping the surveillance teams' 
hands, if the perp is even out there anyway, which we 
already heard earlier is doubtful."  

Up to this point, he had not touched her except that 
glancing contact of lips to ear.  Now he settled his 
hands warmly on her shoulders, his fingertips barely 
grazing the swell of her breasts.

She hadn't been able to control her body's instinct to 
tense up, and he reacted to her obvious nervousness by 
releasing a sigh.  His hands shifted back a bit so that 
they no longer strayed into dangerous territory, and he 
began to knead the muscles of her shoulders.

"Relax, Scully," he muttered lowly, his thumbs digging 
slightly into her trapezius.  "I'll behave."  The tone 
of his voice had changed from seductive and imploring 
to one of regret and guilt.  And she thought it might 
also have contained a touch of rejection.

"Mulder," she said, trying to crane her head to look 
at him without interfering with his massage, which felt 
wonderful.  "It's not that I don't want to...you know. 
I do."  She huffed out a sigh of frustration.  She 
wasn't explaining this very well.

Taking a deep breath, she started again.  "I can't let 
us risk being caught or seen in a compromising position, 
Mulder.  We were lucky earlier, you know that, don't 
you?" she repeated her statement from earlier, making 
it a question.  

His grunt could be taken as agreement. 

She knew she was right, and that he knew it too.  He 
just wouldn't admit it.  But that was enough of that 
subject.  Her voice gentled when she spoke again. "And 
I'm sorry that as turned on as I am, Mulder, I just...
can't." 

"How turned on are you, Scully?" he asked then, a spark 
of interest, of pride, coloring his voice.

"*Very*," she told him honestly.  Her head dropped down, 
chin to chest, as he slid one hand up into her hair, to 
scratch at her scalp.

He was quiet for a moment, seemingly as he processed 
this information, and his voice was hoarse when he 
asked his next question.

"Is it six o'clock yet?" 

Her regret was obvious in her reply.  "God, I wish."

***

Epilogue

Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.
6:30 am


Scully remembered little of the car ride home beyond 
the squealing of the tires as Mulder took many corners 
way too fast, and several blown red lights.  Fortunately, 
traffic going in their direction was almost non-existent.

Before she knew it, they were in the building.  They did 
not touch each other as they made their way down the 
hallway to her apartment, but she knew he was as aware 
of her as she was of him.  

It had been like that as they had anxiously awaited the 
end of their stakeout duty, and reported in to their SAC 
to turn in the radio and the keys to Aren't We Naughty.  

She was surprised that the other agents around them 
hadn't recoiled from the heat that had been generating 
between them.

Another thought had been rampant in her mind since the 
end of their shift.  She had known from the moment they 
had left the temporary headquarters that once they got 
back to her place, their first coupling would be fast 
and furious.  

It made her wet just thinking about it.
 
Her hand shook as she tried to put the key in the lock, 
and after a second attempt, Mulder made a soft sound 
and gently took the keys from her hand.  He unlocked and 
opened the door easily, and she felt his hand glide down 
her back to rest on the swell of her ass, to guide her 
inside her apartment.

Once they were both through the door, Mulder shut and 
relocked it behind them.  Scully had already begun to 
shrug out of her jacket, and from the corner of her eye, 
she saw Mulder do the same.

But as she turned to take his from him, intending to 
hang them both up, Mulder grabbed hers, and tossed both 
jackets to the floor, a foot or so away from where they 
stood.

"Mul –" she started to say.

And got no further as Mulder's tongue invaded her mouth.

He used his heavier body mass to gently propel her 
backwards, until her head and rear bumped into the 
door, their mouths still lip locked together.

Her hands had come up to grab at his hips for balance 
and support, and as he slanted his head to deepen the 
kiss, she slid them beyond, to clutch at his ass.  

"Scuhleee," he groaned into her mouth, and thrust his 
hardness into her belly.  Pulling his mouth away from 
hers, he leaned his forehead on hers, gasping, "I can't 
wait, Scully.  Got to have you now."  

With that, he backed away slightly, and began tugging 
at the button of her waistband, his movements jerky 
and a little rough.   

Need was pounding through her body, her chest rising 
and falling rapidly, and her hands shook as she brought 
them around to pull at the button of his Levi's. 

They both got the buttons undone at the same time, 
but Mulder was quicker at unzipping and tugging her 
pants down.  He stopped once they hit mid-thigh, and 
cupped one hand over her mound, while the other slid 
under her shirt to grope a breast.

Gravity took care of the rest, her pants slipping 
down to her ankles.  She managed to get one shoe off 
somehow, and kicked that leg free of its pant leg.  
Before she could work on the other, Mulder had yanked 
her panties partway down and inserted two fingers 
inside her center.

"AhhhhhMulder!" she panted, her hips bucking, and 
her inner muscles clenching around the digits.  
Abandoning her efforts in trying to finish removing 
her own pants, she instead concentrated on tugging 
his now unzipped Levi's down his lean hips.

She was hampered of course by his arms, and her 
endeavors were ineffectual at best.  When he slid 
his fingers out to press on and circle her clit, she 
gave herself up completely to the pleasure he was 
wringing from her body, hands falling away to rest at 
her sides, palms flat against the wood door.

Fingers plucked and rolled her nipple, as the ones 
down below did the same to her clit.

Her hips were moving steadily now, grinding herself 
against his hand.  In response, his mouth began 
ravaging her neck, nipping and sucking in rough, almost 
painful bites.  At the same time, he sped up his 
ministrations on her clit, alternating between a hard, 
fast rubbing, and quick, grazing circles that had her 
keening his name in need.

Suddenly his fingers left her breast, and he dropped 
to his knees.  Hands yanked her panties down, one of 
them circling her ankle and roughly pulling the 
shoeless foot through the leg hole.  Releasing her 
ankle, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her lower 
body towards his face, and then his lips had replaced 
his fingers.

He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked strongly.

Scully felt her knees buckle, and nearly lost her 
balance as intense waves of pleasure swamped her body.  
But she managed to spread her legs wider and thrust 
her hips forward, her back supporting her weight 
against the door.  Both hands left the wood to wind 
into his hair, both as an anchor, and to keep him 
from stopping.

Which he thankfully showed no signs of doing.  His 
tongue was now alternating between stabbing into her 
center and swirling around her clit.

She felt the tiny flutters deep inside her – the ones 
that signaled the beginning of her release, and let 
out a high, breathy, "Ohhhhh!"

Mulder's hands slid from her hips and around to grasp 
the cheeks of her ass, fingers digging into the soft 
flesh, and holding her to his mouth.  He began sucking 
on her clit again, his tongue occasionally flicking 
it. 

Lights danced behind her tightly shut eyes, and the 
muscles of her inner thighs started to tremble.  She 
moaned his name, low and deep, her own hands clenching 
and unclenching in his hair.

His teeth scraped over the little bundle of nerves 
then, and that one action was enough to throw her 
over the edge.

She came with a wordless scream, her insides pulsing 
and spasming wildly, delightfully.

Mulder stayed with her as she rode out the orgasm, 
his tongue gentle now, running lightly over her entire 
center, letting her slowly come down from her 
release.

When her grip on his hair eased, he pressed a kiss on 
her curls, nose nuzzling her briefly.  He then got to 
his feet and kicked off his boots.  His hands next 
shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down and off in a 
swift, almost violent motion, somehow managing to peel 
off his socks as well, flinging the clothing aside.

She watched with avid, hungry eyes as his erection 
sprang free.  Purplish red and engorged with blood, 
it bobbed up towards his belly button.  Her inner 
muscles spasmed again, as if clenching around the 
turgid length.

His right hand settled on her hip, his left coming to 
rest palm flat on the door by her head, as she brought 
one hand up and wrapped it around his cock, squeezing 
firmly. 

"Scuh-leee," he hissed and bucked in her hand.

His cock felt hot, and hard and soft at the same time.  
Like velvet-covered steel.  It was so beautiful.  

Despite her orgasm, she was still deeply aroused, and 
she could not decide which she wanted more - to feel 
each delicious inch slide slowly into her core, or to 
wrap her lips around it and suck.   

She could feel Mulder's eyes on her, like twin lasers.  
Lifting her head she saw that his lids were half-
lowered, and his jaw was clenched.  A lock of his hair 
had fallen onto his forehead, giving him a wild look.  
His cock throbbed in her hand, and she looked down 
again, knowing he had too.

They both watched as she began to pump his erection 
in slow, firm strokes.

Throwing his head back, he growled her name and began 
to thrust into her loose fist.  His fingers clutched 
spasmodically at her hip. 

Her eyes kept going from his cock to his arched neck 
and the long line of his throat.  She nibbled at her 
own lip, unable to reach that tempting bit of flesh.  
Wishing she could bite down on a tendon and worry it 
with her teeth, then lathe it soothingly with her 
tongue.  Taste the droplets of sweat that were 
gathering in the hollow of his throat...

"Scully," he gasped then, head lifting, Adam's apple 
bobbing as he swallowed thickly.  "I want...need...
inside you, Scully!"  The words were guttural, low 
and deep.  Desperate.

They sent fresh waves of arousal through her core, 
had her clit throbbing in remembered pleasure.

She guided him to her entrance, Mulder automatically 
bending his knees in a necessary height adjustment.  
As his cock slid partly inside, his hand moved to cup 
her left thigh, hiking her leg up, bringing it to a 
partial rest on his hip. 

This changed the angle of penetration slightly, and
allowed him to thrust his entire length into her.

Scully's eyes fluttered shut, her hands grabbing at 
his upper arms, and she moaned as his cock stretched 
her, despite her orgasm.  But it was a good pain.  
She felt full, complete.

Mulder froze, his fingers tightening on her thigh,
fine tremors running through his body.  "You...okay,
Scully?" he gritted out.

Without opening her eyes, she turned her head a bit 
and husked out, "I'm okay, Mulder."  

"Scully," he groaned, and began to move.  He pulled
almost all the way out of her, then thrust back in 
slowly, to the hilt.  He repeated the same action, 
then bent his head down and did it again.

His indrawn hiss of breath had her eyes opening, and
she saw he was looking down, his mouth slack.  She 
realized he was watching his cock slide in and out 
of her body.

It was erotically beautiful, and felt exquisite, but
she wanted, needed, more.  She bucked her hips in an
effort to entice him to pick up his speed, but he
continued with the slow, gliding strokes, still
watching.

The words from his fantasy, the ones he had said she 
had uttered to him, suddenly came to mind.  She 
lifted her chin and whispered in his ear. 

"Harder, Mulder, faster." 

At that, his hand shifted her leg a bit higher on 
his hip, and he obeyed her demand, thrusting harder 
and with ever-increasing speed.  Her body was rocked 
by the force of the thrusts, slamming against the 
door with each one.  His pubic bone was now bumping 
into her clit, and she began to grind herself against 
him, her hands now under his arms and clutching at 
his back.  Tension was coiling deep within her body, 
spiraling outward, her muscles trembling, and she 
started to chant his name softly. 

The tempo of his breathing changed, resulting in hard, 
little puffs of air that tickled her ear.  Low grunts 
escaped, and she pried her eyes open to see he was 
biting his lip.  His eyes were scrunched shut, and 
the expression of agony and ecstasy on his face was 
beautiful to see.  

She began to rhythmically tighten her inner muscles 
around his cock, and his thrusts became more frantic.

"Scuh -" he got out.  "Gonna...come."

Her hands swept down to his ass, pulling him to her,
as she thrust herself against him, hard.  Her orgasm
burst over her in hard, pulsing waves, and her hips
bucked several times as she moaned, "MulderOhGodMulder."

The hand on her leg squeezed almost painfully tight as 
his hips jerked wildly, and then he was coming in hot, 
pulsating spurts, loudly groaning her name in long,
drawn-out syllables.  "SCUH-LEEEEEEE."

Scully swept her hands up and down his back in gentle,
soothing strokes as he continued to jerk and thrust
erratically, his forehead now on her shoulder.  Her
own insides were still fluttering, the muscles of 
her thighs quaking slightly.

With a last sigh of her name, he lowered her leg to 
the floor, his hand rubbing the spot he had been 
gripping.  He eased himself out of her carefully, both 
of them groaning, and took a step back.

Scully nearly fell, her legs felt so weak, and Mulder
quickly grasped her upper arms.  She laughed shakily,
and husked out,  "Thanks."

He watched her for a moment, and then when he was sure
she was all right, he released her arms and stepped
back again.  He ripped his tee shirt over his head and
handed it to her, with a muttered, "Here.  You can use 
this to...um, clean yourself up."  He surprised her by 
not heading down the hall to the washroom, instead 
staggering back another step and sitting down on the 
floor, buck-ass naked.

Scully's legs were still trembling, and the floor 
looked like a fine place to rest for a moment.  She 
used the proffered tee shirt before tossing it aside, 
and then sank down beside him.  Her heart was still 
pounding furiously, and her mouth was as dry as dust.  
She felt wonderful.

Mulder leaned over, his hand palming her cheek, and 
captured her lips in a hard kiss.  Then he lay back
fully on the floor, raising his arms up over his head
and crossing them in order to pillow his head.

Also not a bad idea.  

Scully lay back as well, only she curled up on her 
side, facing him.  She bent her elbow and propped her 
face on her palm.  Her other hand rested on his belly, 
fingers idly teasing the sparse hairs there.

"So, Mulder," she said a few minutes later.  "Got any 
other fantasies we could act out?"

He grunted and turned his head to look at her.  His 
eyes looked sleepy, but his words belied that.  

"Where's that vibrator of yours, Scully?"

THE END

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