From: ally To: Subject: Date: Monday, October 08, 2001 12:37 AM Author: Ally Category: OB Smutfic (what else?) Logline: Scully hurts herself, but *Dr* Mulder comes to the rescue! Rating: err, NC-17 Enjoy!!! The Doctor Is In Dana Scully's Apartment Georgetown, D.C. Friday, 6:33 pm Dana Scully sighed with relief as she trudged down the hallway to her apartment. Another stressful week over. But then again, there was always the possibility of an early wakeup call from Mulder, needing her assistance on some new case. Dear Lord, she hoped not. As much as she enjoyed working with Mulder, she insisted that weekends should be a work-free zone. Unfortunately that did not always hold. They had other things to do on the weekends. *Better* things. Scully grinned inwardly. Since she and Mulder had become lovers a few months ago, after one particularly steamy night at his apartment, she had learned that Mulder could get up to *things* a few times a night. Fumbling for her keys, she lost grip on her briefcase, which landed squarely on her pump-clad foot with a resounding thud. "Owwww! Crap!" she exclaimed. Grimacing in pain, she turned the key in the lock and nudged the door open with her hip. She gave the offending briefcase a malicious kick with her uninjured foot, hard enough to send it skimming three feet across the floor. After hobbling through the threshold of her apartment, Scully closed and bolted the door behind her and gingerly made for her bedroom. She desperately needed a shower. A long, hot, relaxing shower. En route to the bedroom she began stripping off her clothes. Her jacket was discarded on the couch, and she began to unbutton her cream silk blouse. Her hand halted its movements, and the blouse hung from her shoulders, the gape at the front revealing the lacy lingerie beneath. As he reached for the doorknob, an image suddenly flashed into her mind. Her brow creased. She retracted her hand in slow realisation. She was positive she had not shut this door this morning before leaving for work. In fact, she always left the interior doors of her apartment open, in order to encourage air to circulate freely. Ever since her abduction five years ago, Scully could not suffer stuffy, enclosed spaces. They reminded her too much of the god-awful hours she spent trapped in the trunk of her kidnapper, Duane Barry's, car. So why the hell was the door shut now? The fine hairs on the nape of her neck prickled in fearful anticipation. She drew the gun from her hip holster, which thankfully, she had yet to remove. Gripping it firmly in her right hand, she used her left to inch the door open. She then burst in, gun first, and scanned the room. "Whoa! Scully!" The startled cry came from the man, who was reclining at ease on her bed, clad only in a pair of black silk boxers. Scully's gun wielding arm dropped limply to her side, and her defensive pose turned into one of indignant surprise. " Mulder! What the.! She raised a hand in query and gave a disbelieving snort. "As much as it turns me on to see you half naked and toting a gun Scully, I'd like it much better if you put that away." He gestured at the gun and grinned at her mischievously. Scully flicked the safety back on, and tossed the gun and then her hip holster on top of her laundry hamper. The ache in her foot, having been forgotten in the momentary panic, returned with a vengeance. She limped across the room and flopped onto the bed, deliberately ignoring Mulder, who still lay relaxed across the mattress. She let out another wearied sigh. "Well! Good to see you too, Scully." Mulder drawled sarcastically. "Hey! Don't cheek me buddy! How would you feel if your foot had just been squished by a ten-pound briefcase?" she retorted. "Ah, zee poor Scuh-leee! Perhaps vee should let zee good Dr. Mulder take a look at zee wound!" She giggled at his corny German accent, and swivelled her head around in time to catch a glimpse of the naughty twinkle in his eye. She adopted the same cheesy accent. "Ja, zet is a gut idea, Herr Doctor!" He waggled his eyebrows at her, before lunging at her. He swung her legs onto the bed, and the brief contact with his body was enough to send delectable shivers down her spine. "Now, tell zee Doctor vhere it hurts." She lifted her right foot and pouted. He looked down at her leg, then back to her face, before scooting down to the edge of the bed. He gently gripped her ankle between his thumb and forefinger and slid the pump from her foot with his other hand. Scully settled back into the mattress. Mulder's foreplay took on many different forms, but was always highly arousing. She was certain this occasion would prove no variation, judging by the wayward sparkle in his eye. His expert fingers began to rub away the hurt, stroking the bump that had already formed on the top of her foot, caressing her arch, heel and toes. But when he stopped abruptly, Scully groaned in protest. He turned to her and said, "Ach nein! Zis vill not do!" and plucked at her pantihose in demonstration. She arched an eyebrow in mock innocence. "Oh dear. I guess they'll have to come off." she responded. He nodded in agreement, his eyes feasting hungrily on her legs.. His hands traced erotic paths up her ankles.calves.but halted at her knees when he encountered the hem of her skirt. He glanced up at her, and she licked her lips slowly, teasing him. She grabbed the waistband of her skirt and shimmied it down her hips. Mulder caught it at her knees, deftly whipped it from her body and tossed it on the floor. Those magical fingers again began to stroke her calves, then moved underneath to caress the underside of Scully's knee. The stimulation of this sensitive erogenous zone caused Scully's toes to curl in response. His hands butterflied their way to her now exposed thighs, skirting the junction of her legs and coming to rest at the top of her pantihose. Mulder's fingers hooked under the nylons, and he yanked them down a little way. Scully saw his dark head lower to her midsection and caught her breath in anticipation. She was racked by exquisite sensations when he traced her belly button with his tongue. He planted a quick kiss there and resumed the task of removing her nylons. He tugged them down over her hips, and she assisted by raising her derrière off the mattress. Soon they were off, and Scully's lower body was bared to his touch, apart from the lacy triangle that covered the junction of her thighs. Mulder, now back where he started, began retracing his previous trail, feathering her skin with butterfly kisses. She uttered his name breathlessly. A familiar coil of desire began to unwind deep inside her. Mulder weaved his way upwards, lavishing equal attention on each leg. He then drew himself up to meet her gaze. "So, my patient, has ze doctor kissed it better?" "Mmm-hmm. But I, uh, I know a few other places that need some, uh, medical attention," she replied huskily. Her desire raged rampant, but she restrained the urge to pull him down to her. She was quite content to let Mulder do all the *dirty* work. But she refused to let him continue without stealing a kiss. She reached down and drew his face level to her own. Her hands threaded through his thick, dark hair and pulled his head down to her own. He whispered against her lips, "Scully, I need you." Their kiss was explosive. Scully sucked on his lower lip, tasting, savouring. Soon, he plunged his tongue into her mouth where it mated with her own. Her hands roamed the muscled expanse of his back, coming to cup a rounded cheek of his boxer-clad ass. He uttered a passionate moan as she scratched her fingernails across the fabric. "Mulder, you've got too many clothes on," she said mock-scoldingly. He raised his head, and with it his eyebrows. "I could say the same about you," His voice had deepened with desire, and the other evidence of his need for her was tenting his boxers rather impressively. "Well, seems to me we should rectify the situation, hmm?" she husked, and discarded the cream blouse. The white, lacy bra followed. "Now we're even. Your turn." Her eyes sparkled impishly. She tossed her head back, the movement causing her breasts to bob in front of his face. Mulder got out of the boxers before he ripped the damned things. "Scully, you tease!" Clambering back to his former position on the bed, Mulder bent his head over the flesh she had so cheekily offered to him moments before. He blew a cool stream of air across her chest. Her nipples tightened into hard buds, making her breasts ache for his touch. She arched her back and thrust into the hard wall of his chest. The friction caused by the dark smattering of hair there was enough to elicit a moan of pleasure from both of them. She felt Mulder's erection surge against her thigh and knew the contact served only to arouse him further. Her fingers slid up and down his back, his muscles rippling in their wake. He began nuzzling her neck, planting kisses along the creamy column of her throat. He reached the base of her throat where her pulse thudded erratically. While his hands busily explored her midriff, he licked the sensitive spot and blew on it, causing her to shiver. His mouth continued downward, wreaking havoc on her senses. His lips brushed the swell of her breasts and the valley between. She let out a cry of delight when his mouth clamped around a rosy nipple, sucking, pulling, laving it with his tongue. She thought she would explode when he lifted his mouth, but he did so only to give the same attention to the other hardened peak. Waves of moist heat flooded the sensitised spot between her thighs. Soon she could stand no more. With a whimper her hand shot down to grasp his rigid cock. It jerked in her hand and she began stroking its steeled length. Her palm played around its head, before she stroked her fingers up and down his shaft. She could feel Mulder's wanting reaching fever pitch. "Scuh-leee," he moaned, the one word expressing the intensity of his pleasure. Then in one fluid movement, he ripped clean through her silk panties and tossed them across the room. Mulder's mind raced, as did the blood pumping through his veins. Scully's hand continued to work its magic on his cock, making him harder and harder. He ravished her breasts once more and was rewarded by the tiny 'ah's of pleasure sighing through her lips. Her hand stilled on his manhood, and then squeezed it hard to indicate her readiness. She guided him to the heaven between her thighs, but he pulled back a little. He took her hand from his straining cock and placed it upon his shoulder. He would bring her to the brink before riding the wave with her. One hand supported his body and the other positioned itself over the thatch of red-gold curls that shielded her womanhood. He stroked her there and skimmed the flesh of her inner thighs. She trembled in anticipation and Mulder could see the movement of her hair against the pillow as her head thrashed with the intense pleasure. He teased her a little more before probing her wet core. She instantly thrust her hips upward, urging him on. "Oh, Mulder, YES!" He caressed her damp centre until she was on the edge of orgasm. When her cries reached fever pitch, he rose up and plunged himself deep within her. Her hands were tearing up and down the length of his body, over his back, tangling through his hair, cupping his ass. He swivelled his hips a little, cock still buried to the hilt, and felt her inner muscles contract around him. Scully, having completely lost her remaining patience, ground her hips against him, pushing him even further inside of her. Mulder began his slow thrusts, hips rocking in time with Scully's. With each thrust he became harder, hotter, and she wetter. He brought a hand to where they joined and found the hardened nub of her desire. He flicked his thumb over her engorged clit and again she clenched around him. They both gasped for air and whispered the mantra of each other's name. Mulder's hips pumped like pistons, driving into her at lightning speed. Scully swivelled her pelvis to intensify the friction. Scully's body tensed, and Mulder knew she was nearing the pinnacle of sexual experience. The wave hit her, and her muscles spasmed with the release. Mulder gave one last, mighty thrust and with a roar, spilled his passion into her. His body went limp and he wrapped his arms around Scully, rolling them to their sides. He remained inside of her and could still feel the tremors of her coming. Scully stared into Mulder's chocolate-brown eyes, which were glazed with the fever of their lovemaking. She raised a hand to trace the contour of his mouth. His expression told her that he was completely sated, and she was certain her face mirrored his, Their sex life, since it's beginning that night in his apartment had been explosive. This occasion had been no different. She snuggled into him and his mouth tickled her earlobe when he spoke. "Scully.I love you." Moisture filled her baby-blue eyes and a lump formed in her throat. She tightened their embrace. "And I love you, Mulder. So very much." Her voice faded. That night, Dana Scully and Fox Mulder slept as one. *** Monday afternoon, 4:29 pm, Mulder and Scully's office J. Edgar Hoover Building Scully sat at the desk, which was as usual, submerged beneath mounds of Mulder's clutter. She was currently typing a case report she had neglected last week. She *had* been planning to do it on Friday night, but something had *come up*. 'Scully' she thought to herself, - naughty! But that was how Mulder liked her. Mulder was at that very moment busying himself with some 'intriguing' new X- file, which he would relate to her in full detail later, no doubt. He was in the middle of setting up the slide display to view some crime scene photographs. Scully glanced up at him, admiring that fabulous body, which was now sheathed by a finely -cut grey suit. She looked back down to her laptop screen, deciding how to phrase the next sentence, when she was startled by a loud 'thud'. That was immediately followed by an "Ahh, crap!!" in Mulder's unmistakeable tone. Scully glanced up again to see the comical sight of her partner hopping up and down on one leg, clutching his foot. The slide projector lay on the floor, looking slightly the worse for wear. While Mulder rubbed his abused foot, she perched herself on the corner of the desk and hitched up her skirt to show some leg. The sound of her voice caught his attention. She sported a pout, a cheeky grin and twinkle in her eye. "Ohh, my poor Mulderrrr," she purred, "but do not vorry. because ze doctor is in!" THE END Feedback thankfully appreciated at babe_x3@hotmail.com