Story: Dirty Woman Rated: NC17 (For a reason) Author: Nichole Classification: MSR, RST. Archive: Yes, but let me know where please! Summary: Written in Mulder's POV. Mulder is inspired to fantasize about his partner while listening to a song. -That is until his fantasies finally come true. Spoilers: None. Disclaimer: These characters are not my property, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox and whoever else gets paid for their use. (Must be nice.) I am only borrowing them for a little trip down the uncharted territory of the Mulder/Scully sexual relationship. I also do not own the copyrights to "Young Lust", who's lyrics I am using as part of the story line. They belong to Pink Floyd and their record label. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX YOUNG LUST - PINK FLOYD I am just a new boy A stranger in this town Who's gonna show this stranger around? Oooh...I need a dirty woman Oooh...I need a dirty girl Will some woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man? Take this rock and roll refugee Oooh Babe, set me free Oooh...I need a dirty woman Oooh...I need a dirty girl XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XxXxX I need a dirty woman. I need a dirty girl. I need a woman who will be my everything, my friend, my lover and my fantasy. I need Scully. I have always needed her. She is my dirty woman. Her lips. I have wanted to kiss those lips since they first spoke my name. No, not Mulder, Fox. The first time she called me Fox, I knew that I would someday have her lips pressed heavily over mine. She is my dirty girl. I have wanted to touch her for so long. I have wanted so badly to take her in my arms and hold her like a lover. It is her that will make me feel like a real man. She is my dirty woman. Her hips. When they swing as she walks, they make me squirm in my pants, they make the blood leave my brain and head south. They are intoxicating. What would I give to have them pressed against me? Anything. I would give anything to have her like that. Someday, somehow, she will take this rock and roll refugee and set him free. She is my dirty girl. Her breasts. They are perfect in every way. They aren't too small, or too big. They are the perfect size for my hands to cup. They are the perfect size to suckle as I am pushing inside of her. She is my dirty woman. Her tongue. I want to explore it with mine. I want it to trace over me before she takes me into her mouth. I want to feel it teasing the tip of my erection before sucking me until I explode in her mouth. She is my dirty girl. Her eyes. I want to see her eyes as I am pounding inside of her. I want to see them roll back in her head as she comes. I want her to plead with me to give her more, using only her eyes. I want the ice-cold blue of them to remain in my memory for as long as I live. She will show this stranger around. Her soul. I want it to forever remain with me. I want her to be where I am, to see the things that I see. I want her to know my fantasies. I want to share them with her, to explore them with only her. I need a dirty woman. I sit here alone in our basement office and can think of nothing but her. I want her so badly. Oooh Babe, set me free! XxXxX "Good morning." She says to me, swaying her hips in her knee-length skirt as she strides towards the desk. I reach over to turn down the boom-box that was blaring. "Well, good morning Scully. Are we in a good mood today?" I ask sheepishly. "Great mood. Mulder what are you listening to?" "Pink Floyd." I say, putting my glasses on. "Pink Floyd Mulder? Since when do you listen to Pink Floyd?" She asks, stepping nearer. "Since this morning. Frohike gave it to me." I indicate the box to the cassette. "Figures." She says simply, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what are we reading?" She asks. "Nothing that you'd be interested in." I answer, closing the book. As I begin to take off my glasses, she steps closer and reaches her hand out, stopping me. "Don't. Leave them on." She orders, pushing them back up the ridge of my nose. I cock my head and look at her with bewilderment. "Why?" I ask her quietly. "Because they make you look sexy." She replies in a sultry, husky tone. "Oh, and I'm not already sexy?" I ask, making an attempt at levity. "Yes, Mulder, you are. But these accentuate it." She says, pointing to my spectacles. I expected her to turn and leave, like so many times when we were close to exploring the uncharted territory that had, for so long been ignored. But she stayed, standing over me, her knee touching against my thigh, her breasts only inches from my face. "Mulder, touch me." She breathed. I surely hadn't heard her right. "Touch you?" I asked, sounding afraid of my own words. "Yes, touch me." She reached down for my hand and took it in hers, placing it on her arm. "Scully, we can't.." "Yes, we can. I locked it." Was this really happening? How could it be? All of my hopes and dreams were about to come true? How can this be happening? My beautiful partner standing there, close enough for me to almost smell her arousal in the air. My cock hardened at the thought. "Touch me Mulder, please." She begged. "I want you to touch me." "Scully, are you sure about what you are asking me to do?" I ask, still unsure that this is really happening. "Yes, I want you Mulder. I want you to touch me, I want you to make love to me right here, right here on this desk. I'm so fucking tired of waiting. Please Mulder, I need you." I had never heard Scully speak this way. She was so aroused that her voice became whiny, girlish and desperate. She is my dirty girl. "Do you have any idea how bad I have wanted this?" I ask. She nods her head in reply and I slowly move my hand up her arm, jumping to the buttons on her jacket. I stand to kiss her and she meets my lips with a passion that I could have only dreamed of. As she kisses me, she takes my tongue inside of her warm mouth. I feel her hands go around to cup my ass. She squeezes it gently, then harder. I feel her trace the seem of my trousers, sending chills through my body. "Mmm.." I moan into her mouth. She moans in reply and retracts her hands, placing them on my sides as I fumbled with her jacket. I free the buttons and slide it off of her shoulders, kissing her there before gliding it completely off of her arms. I then begin to work at the buttons of her starched-white work shirt, kissing the indentation of her collarbone. She raises her head to give me better access and returns her hands to my sides. My hands go down to grab her ass, I lift her up onto the desk behind her, sitting her on the edge. I slide my hands up her thighs, dragging with them the bottom of her shirt. "Kiss me Fox." She breathes. My name on her lips is enough to send me into orbit. I never realized just how much it would mean to me to have her say it like this. She has always called me Mulder, not by her choice, but mine. I never wanted the intimacy before, the personal closeness that I knew I could never live without once I experienced it. She uses it now because she knows that we have finally crossed that line. I reach my lips back to hers, taking them between my own, tasting her. My arms go around her now, as if to tell her that I want more from her than just sex. I want her soul. I want her everlasting love. I want her undying trust. I think I have them, for she is about to sign the contract. I press myself against her as I hold her tight, kissing her with such emotion that I fear I might hurt her. I pull back at the thought only to find her yearning for more, pleading with me to kiss her again. "Scully.." I say in between heavy breaths. "Yes?" She responds, opening her lust-filled eyes. "Do you love me?" I ask, lying my heart on the line. She looks deeper into my eyes, pondering her answer. Oh god, don't tell me that she doesn't. Please don't tell me that she has come to me now, seeking only sexual pleasure and nothing else. Please tell me that she wants more from me than the straining erection in my pants. Please tell me that she loves me. "Yes I do Mulder." She says, her eyes filling with tears. I cannot help but break into a smile, outwardly showing my relief. "Oh god help me, I love you so damn much Mulder it hurts!" She finishes. I once again kiss her, not being able to contain the joy that flowed within me. I could never get tired of kissing her. It felt so good, so right. Nothing that I have ever done ever has felt so right. "Mulder, make love to me." She repeats. She is my dirty woman. "Scully, I want more for you than this." I argue. "What more do you want for me than yourself? That's all I want, just you Mulder." "Not here, not like this Scully. Let's wait until we are somewhere nice." I say, my own stomach wrenching at my words. "I want this to be better for you." "This couldn't be any better for me than what it already is Mulder. I need you NOW." She says, pulling me closer to her. She needs me, she needs me now. I need her, I need her now. What the hell am I doing? Without a second thought I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. I lean her back onto the desk, kissing her before pulling back to take in the beautiful sight that is before me. Scully, my Scully, my beautiful partner, lying there on my desk, ready and willing to have me inside of her, begging me to take her. What am I waiting for? I pull what's left of the skirt up, and reach for the top of her tights, pulling them down her legs. I see now that there is truly no sense in her wearing them, her legs are perfect in color as they are. "You don't need to wear these Scully." I tell her, holding the tights up in the air on one finger for her to see. She smiles in response, and I return to my duty, reaching for the top of her panties. I pull them down slowly to reveal her center, I stand back in awe just looking at her for a moment, reveling in the beauty of it. "Mmm..ull..derrr." She groans, aching for my touch. No more is needed to be said before I know what she wants. I kneel in front of her, placing my face between her thighs. Her hand reaches down and she places it on my head, threading her fingers wildly in my hair. I place my mouth over her opening, kissing the outside of her, feeling the wetness on my lips. She moans loudly above me, grinding her hips into to my face. "Agent Mulder!" Skinner's voice cut through the air, followed by the sound of his fist hitting the door. "Shit!" I swore, pulling away and leaning my face against the inside of Scully's thigh. "That stupid son-of-a-bitch." I say, getting up off the floor. "Maybe he'll want to join us Mulder." Scully says with a laugh. "Good idea, wanna ask him?" I say with a smile, handing her the tights that I threw on the floor, followed by her panties. Scully quickly slipped her panties on, getting off the desk. She then rolled the tights up, tucking them into her purse. "Agent Mulder!" Skinner yelled, as he continued to pound on the door. "Are you all right? I'm coming in." "I'm okay Sir, just a minute." I shout back. Scully quickly began to smooth her hair back into place, tucking the strands behind her ears. She straightened her skirt and shirt, then put her jacket back on. "Okay?" I ask, grabbing for the doorknob. She nods silently and I unlock the door. "Jesus Christ Mulder, I thought you were lying dead in here or something." He bursts through the door. "Well I wasn't Sir." I state, trying to calmly conceal the evident erection in my slacks. "On the contrary Sir, I was very much alive." I couldn't help but quip, looking over at Scully who was trying to cover her kiss-swelled lips with her hand, pretending to read the case file that she had quickly picked up before sitting in my chair. "I wanted to tell you that they have a lead on the case you're working. They had a rather big break-through this afternoon." "Really? Wow, that's interesting." I comment. I suppress a laugh by lowering my head to look at my shoes. I always knew that my sense of humor would get me into trouble, but I had no idea how bad. "Yes, really. I suggest that you get your asses over there right now if you want to get this thing solved. "I suppose we should get going then." Scully comments, getting out of the chair. "Yeah, we should." I agree, picking up my jacket that rested on a pile of books beside me. Skinner made his way out of the office, brushing past me. "We'll finish this later Agent Mulder." Scully whispered, following Skinner. I throw my head back and grin before following them both out of the office. She is my dirty girl. XxXxTHE ENDxXxX Well, that was fun. I need to write more smut stories more often! :) I would like to thank me, myself and whoever reads this story and enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writting it. This story was in fact inspired by the Pink Floyd song "Young Lust". I like to write stories that are brought on by music. I love music... Anyhow, I would love to hear any feedback. I crave it as a matter of fact! Please check out my website for more stories and poems. http://www.geocities.com/scoob4u/Nicholes_FanFic.html