**DO NOT ARCHIVE OR LINK TO THIS STORY WITHOUT PERMISSION** **WARNING! 17+ CONTENT AHEAD!** **DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL CONTENT** ***DISCLAIMER***: All "X-Files" elements and references in this story belong to Fox Broadcasting, Chris Carter, and 1013 Productions, and I am making no money from it. ========== After Hours: Dance by shannono shannono@iname.com Story, Erotica, Mulder/Scully Rated 17+ Spoilers: Only for "Little Green Men," and I don't think that really counts at this point ... Content warning: Smut. Some pretty hot smut, according to my beta readers, so adults only, please, and men ... enter with particular caution ... ;) ========== Mulder was comfortable, for a change. After several long, LONG weeks of travel, squeezed into airplane seats, too-small rental cars, and lumpy motel room beds, he was home at last, settled into his soft leather sofa, lights out, television bathing the room in soft blue light. The Weather Channel was his choice this evening, a gnawing need for bland repartee driving his selection. He sighed and shifted to his back, pulling his pillow down beneath his head, then adjusting his slightly twisted t-shirt and boxers. His long legs stretched out in front of him, one lying on the cushions and the other resting on the floor. He balanced the remote on his chest, folded his arms behind his head, and sighed again in contentment, his eyes falling shut. And someone knocked on his door. His eyes inched open reluctantly, and he glanced at the clock across the room: 12:04. Why, *why* would someone be bothering him at midnight? //Maybe they have the wrong apartment,// he thought, and lowered his eyelids. The knock sounded again. Sighing resignedly this time, Mulder slid his arms down and moved the remote from his chest to his coffee table, then pushed himself to his feet and padded to the door. He stooped just slightly to peer out the door, and was surprised to see Scully standing in the hall. Alarmed, he released the locks and opened the door. "Scully, is something wrong?" he asked immediately. She smiled minutely and shook her head, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "No, Mulder, nothing's wrong," she said in a low voice. "May I come in?" Perplexed, Mulder shrugged one shoulder. "Sure," he said, stepping aside to allow her to pass. She made no move to take off her trenchcoat, and Mulder was proud of himself when he realized maybe she meant for him to help her with it. But when he reached out to do just that, she shook her head again. "No, I'm fine, Mulder," she said, tilting her head to look up at him through the dim light. "You can sit back down. I mean, you were on the sofa, right?" Mulder's face twisted in puzzlement. "Well, yeah, but ..." "So just go back to what you were doing," Scully said, waving one hand toward the couch. "Go on, have a seat. Relax." Mulder started to speak again, but Scully shot him her best "do it or die, Mulder" look, and he complied without another word, lowering himself slowly onto the cushions. As Mulder leaned back, Scully moved to the middle of the living room floor, then stepped over to flick on two of the blue-shaded lamps before picking up the remote and turning the TV off. Mulder watched her with trepidation, sure that at any moment she was going to start reaming him about some stupid thing he didn't even know he'd done. But then she moved over to his CD player, pulling a jewel case from her pocket and then putting the CD in to play. Mulder didn't recognize the instrumental music that began emitting from the speakers, setting a sort of throbbing, almost tribal rhythm. His eyes found Scully's again as she turned back to face him. "So, Mulder ..." Her voice trailed off, dragging the last syllable of his name out like taffy. And then she said: "Where should I start?" Mulder was confused for a moment -- until something clicked and his memory caught up with him, and then he was stunned. Several days before, on a long, boring drive through the countryside, he'd been surprised when his typically banal and safe conversation with Scully had veered south in a hurry. She'd compared their current gruntwork to his wiretapping detail of several years before, and Mulder had surprised even himself by making a comment about the likelihood of her performing a striptease or lap dance. Mulder gulped. Apparently, she'd taken the challenge. When he couldn't force a word out, she shrugged. "So I guess I'll just wing it," she said, and starting moving her hips ever so slightly. She turned to one side, dropping her head forward just enough that her hair drifted across one eye, and looked up at him from under half-shut eyelids as she started to slip her trenchcoat back off her body. She moved the coat slowly, still swinging her hips, then leaned forward and shimmied her shoulders a bit to loose them from the sleeves. Mulder blinked once, slowly, half-expecting the vision to be gone when they reopend. //This shit is not happening. Scully is not really stripping in my living room,// he reasoned with himself. But she was still there when his eyes refocused, now holding the coat on her fingertips, her hips and shoulders still moving sinuously. Her chest was thrust out, and Mulder could see her already erect nipples in stark relief against the white blouse she wore under her unbuttoned suit jacket. //Holy shit, is she even *wearing* a bra??// his brain piped up, but his attention was diverted, half by the sensual display going on in front of him, and half by his own body's growing reaction. The coat was gone now, drifting into a messy pile on the floor, and Scully moved on to the jacket, turning to face him more fully. She lifted her hands, sliding her fingers between jacket and blouse, then grasped the cloth and yanked it down her arms, turning the jacket half inside-out in the process and pushing her chest out again. Mulder gasped at the move, then saw a swift smile flash on Scully's face and realized he'd reacted just as she wanted. Not that it mattered; he was still stunned from the whole scenario and doubted he'd be able to control many of his reactions at all. Scully leaned toward him, her eyes still twinkling wickedly, and shimmied her shoulders again to move the jacket's sleeves down her arms. Mulder's eyes drifted from her face to her breasts, now less than two feet away from him and jiggling entrancingly as her shoulders moved. From this angle, Mulder could see the outline of her bra, but he could also see that it stopped just short of covering her nipples. The dark areolas stood out boldly against her fair skin and the sheer white of her blouse and the bra. Scully pulled back again as the jacket fell to her hands, then lifted one arm and released the item to fall atop her coat. Then she stepped in Mulder's direction just once, drawing his attention briefly to her feet, at which point he realized the shoes she was wearing weren't her usual functional-if-bit-on- the-high-side heels. No, these were black, suede, stiletto- heeled, and just a little higher than normal, which served to tilt her entire body forward -- toward him -- just slightly. Mulder stifled a groan at the realization, but his gaze was drawn back up Scully's body as she moved her arms around behind her waist to unfasten her skirt. Mulder's eyes widened as it dawned on him she was going for the skirt next simply because the move forced her chest forward again, and leaving the blouse on added another layer of teasing to her actions. She continued to move slowly to the rhythm of the music, turning to the side so Mulder could see her slide the zipper open. She slipped her hands inside the skirt, then shook her hips enough that the cloth dropped smoothly down her legs and to the floor, revealing a sheer white half-slip that left little to the imagination. Through the slip, Mulder could clearly see the outline of a garter belt and stockings, as well as a dark shadow at the juncture of her legs. She apparently hadn't bothered with panties at all. Mulder's breathing was turning ragged as Scully's hands traveled to the top button of her blouse. She continued to move her hips and shoulders in a sensual dance, the blue-tinged light from the lamps shimmering along her body as she slowly opened the five buttons. But when she moved to take the shirt off, she pivoted away from him, glancing back over one shoulder, her hair half-hiding the one eye he could see. She repeated her actions with the coat and jacket, pulling the shirt back and thrusting her chest forward. However, this time her back was turned, and Mulder couldn't see what he was by now almost panting to see. His mind was eagerly trying to fill in the details, but he wanted a good, long look at Scully's breasts encased in the tiny wisp of a bra. Scully's head was still turned back to look over her shoulder, and she dropped her gaze to the floor in an almost-shy gesture belied by the tiny smirk on her face. Her hands went to her waist then, and she bent forward as she began to slide the sheer nylon slip down her hips, her eyes coming back up to meet Mulder's. Mulder shifted on the sofa, his growing erection becoming more and more uncomfortable, but didn't dare tear his eyes away as more and more of Scully's skin was revealed to his gaze. The elastic waistband of the slip moved gradually across Scully's bare ass, finally reaching the tops of her thighs, where she held it for one tantalizing moment before finally allowing it to drop to the floor. She stayed bent over, though, and shifted her feet several inches apart, giving Mulder a glimpse of the rosy folds between her legs. Mulder groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily into the air, and Scully let out a low chuckle and stood straight up. She started to reach for the clasp at the back of her bra, and Mulder knew he had to stop her. Not the striptease; never that. He just wanted to see her *in* the bra before he saw her out of it. Summoning up the power of speech, Mulder managed a ragged "No!" Scully paused, one eyebrow arching delicately in a gesture that only served to heighten Mulder's state of arousal, but he forced out two more words: "Turn around." Scully hesitated only for a moment before she complied, bringing her hands up to cover her breasts as she did so. Mulder shot his gaze up to her eyes, then flicked them briefly to her hands and back to her face. She took the hint, slowly drawing her hands off of her breasts and down her sides, finally letting them come to rest on her upper thighs. Mulder eyes roamed freely, drinking in the sight of her wearing nothing but a shelf bra, garter belt, and stockings, all in see- through white, along with the black stilettos. The white was a stunning contrast to her bright hair, reddened lips and nipples, and the curly mass between her legs. Finally, Scully shifted her feet and began a slow walk toward him, hips swaying sensuously with each step. "I believe there was something else, Agent Mulder," she said silkily, using one foot to push the coffee table back from the sofa. Her legs spread wide in the process, just inches from his face, and Mulder groaned as he got a close-up look at the the wetness slicking her core. Mulder swallowed, hard, as Scully moved to stand directly in front of him. His legs had long ago stretched out limply in front of him, so she leaned forward and rested one hand on each thigh, her breasts swaying in front of his eyes. She stared at him for a few long moments, then slid her hands down to his knees and pushed his legs apart, stepping in between them. With an extreme effort, Mulder managed to pull himself up a little straighter on the sofa, and Scully began to move again. She swiveled her hips sinuously, each twitch of her hips perfectly in time with the beat of the music. She started a slow turn, the lamps sending patterns of light-and-shadow across her skin as she brought her arms up to lift her hair off her neck. She kept her eyes on his as long as she could in the turn, then caught his gaze again as she reached the other side. Her arms still raised, she leaned forward and shook her shoulders slightly, grinning wickedly as Mulder jumped in response. She reached down to grasp his hands, lifted them out to the side, then stepped over his legs and used her thighs to push his together before settling herself down on his knees. She was so close now he could smell her, her legs spread wide, and his hands itched to touch her. But she was still in control, and she planted his hands firmly on the edges of the sofa cushions, licked her lips slowly as she moved to unclasp her bra, and murmured, "Hang on." Her bra was off in second, flung over to land somewhere near the rest of her clothes, and she returned to her seductive dance. Her hands ran over his body and face, her fingernails scraping lightly across his nipples as her hands drifted down to his waist, where her thumbs set up a teasing massage on his hipbones. She leaned toward him until her breasts touched his chest, and when she moaned her warm, moist breath lightly caressed his lips. He echoed her moan, his head falling back against the wall, but he managed to keep his eyes open. There was no way he was going to miss a second of this. Then Scully was pushing his shirt up off his body, pulling his arms up over his head to allow her to remove the garment entirely. He started to lower his arms back, but she grasped his forearms and pushed them back against the wall, raising up on her feet so she could reach far enough to intertwine her fingers with his. The move left her breasts perfectly on level with his mouth, and he couldn't resist the temptation. He flicked his tongue out to brush her skin, and she gasped, then groaned and pushed her nipple into his mouth. Mulder needed no encouragement. Scully was on her knees now, straddling him, her hands holding his against the wall over his head as he sucked and licked at her nipple. Her breathing was growing as ragged as his, but she never stopped moving, apparently determined to see her "lap dance" through to the end. Mulder's hips started moving without his conscious knowledge, the tip of his erection working its way through the opening in his soft cotton boxers. He could smell them both now, the scent of their arousal filling the air, and he wanted nothing more than to feel her, any part of her, slide down over his cock. But she wasn't finished with him yet. She pulled away from his mouth, still holding his hands against the wall, and lowered her head to his chest, latching onto one nipple and sucking hard for just a few seconds before releasing it. Mulder instinctively arched from the couch toward her mouth, but she ignored his efforts, sliding off him completely and stepping a foot away. He started to surge forward, but she put up one hand, and he stopped. "Sit on your hands," she ordered roughly, "and don't move." Mulder's eyes widened, but he complied, tucking his hands under the tops of his thighs. And then she was back, writhing against him, rubbing her crotch against his thigh and stomach, dragging her nipples across his chest. She sat up on her knees, then spread her legs wide and pressed her center to his lower abdomen, leaning away from him with her head thrown back and her hands planted on his knees as she moved against him. Mulder was gasping for breath by then. In that position, the roundness of her ass was just barely brushing the tip of his erection, and he thought for a moment the combination of that light touch and the display she was putting on would be enough to drive him over the edge. And he didn't want that to happen. Not until he was inside her. He was just a hair's-breadth away from giving in and grabbing for her when she pulled her head back up, her hair loose and wild and her eyes dark with arousal. Her hands went straight for the waistband of his boxers, and she bent forward to lick his ear before whispering, "You can move your hands now." His hips bucked up once, giving her room to yank his boxers down as his hands flew up to grab the back of her neck and bring her mouth to his. Their tongues touched before their lips and immediately dove deep inside; no need for preliminaries at that point. The kiss only last a few seconds, though, before Scully yanked her head back, grabbed his cock in hand, and guided it into her. Mulder couldn't tell his groans from hers as he slipped inside her. Scully wrapped both hands around his neck as her head fell back and her legs stretched wide again, and Mulder pushed his hips forward to bury himself as deeply within her as possible, his hands sliding to her rear to pull her hips closer. He didn't move for a moment, wanting to relish the feeling of being inside her for the first time, but Scully was having none of that. She resumed her rhythmic movements, rotating her hips against his and pressing her breasts against his chest. Mulder followed suit, starting a slow thrust-and-grind movement that quickly degenerated into hard, fast thrusts. Scully lifted her head to catch his lips in another searing kiss before burying her face in the side of his neck, sucking at the edge of his collarbone. Mulder groaned and moved faster, lifting her far enough with each thrust that she had to give up on matching him and settle back into her slow hip rotations. She leaned back again, one hand still at his neck and the other on his knee, and Mulder took the opportunity to slide a hand between them and plant his thumb on her clit, rubbing hard and fast. Their eyes locked together, and she gasped out his name, then moaned it, the sounds going straight to his groin. He could see her orgasm start even before he felt it; see it in her eyes a split second before it hit. He felt her muscles squeeze around him twice, tight and fast, then clamp down hard as she gasped loudly, her arms and legs starting to shake. And that was all he registered, as he thrust up into her spasming body again and his own climax slammed into him. He continued to thrust raggedly several more times as he emptied himself into her, her muscles milking him, drawing out his orgasm. He collapsed against the sofa, her warm body falling atop his, and slowly came back to reality as his breathing evened out. For a brief moment before full awareness returned, he was hit with the thought that maybe the whole thing had been a dream, and that she wasn't really there. But then his eyes opened to meet hers. And he kissed her. ==========END========== Author's notes: I've been reading some "mind candy" stories over the last week or so, so I guess you could blame this one on that. I swear, I'm as bad as Pavlov's dog ... read smut, write smut ... Thanks: To Stacey and Brandon for beta reading, and to Brandon again for the way-too-late-at-night (aren't they all?) discussion which lead to this lovely little scenario. Uh, let me clarify that ... a VAGUE OUTLINE of this scenario, NOT a detailed description, and DEFINITELY no real-life reenactments!! (Would be kind of difficult from nearly a thousand miles away, and besides, his wife would kill us both! ) [uh ... I'll shut up now ... ] Feedback? Why, how nice of you! shannono@iname.com