Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2000 15:01:38 -0500
Subject: Agent Scully\'s Miracle Cure, 17+ by Andrea

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Title: Agent Scully's Miracle Cure

Author: Andrea

Rating: 17+

Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be.

Category: MSR, PWP, Mulder POV

Spoilers: There's no plot, so how could there be any spoilers?

Archiving: Sure!

Notes: Thanks to Dan for beta and Jules for input. This is
just smut folks, so don't complain about characterizations  ;-p

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Scully was surprised to find Mulder already behind his desk when 
she arrived at the office on Monday morning.

"Well good morning, Mulder," she said, smiling brightly.

"Mmm," Mulder nodded, barely looking up from his monitor.

"Why, I'm fine, Agent Mulder, thank you so much for asking," then
she took it upon herself, "Oh, my pleasure, Agent Scully, how was
weekend?...Very enjoyable, thank you, Mulder. Yours?"

"Are you done?" Mulder asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"I'm never done, Mulder," she retorted.

"Then I guess you haven't met the right man," Mulder smirked.

"You can say that again," she arched an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, you've never even given me a chance," he defended himself.

"Sometimes you can tell without trying something on, that it 
won't do anything for you," she responded dryly.

"Ouch, Scully! I certainly hope I'm not that repulsive," Mulder
looked genuinely hurt.

"I thought we were just engaging in our usual word play, Mulder.
I never whine when you land a good one."

"Sorry, I forget the rules. Does that mean you don't think I'm 
repulsive?"

She laughed, "I don't think I really need to answer that."

Since Mulder said he had a couple of errands to run, the agents 
didn't have lunch together. Mulder was back at desk before 
Scully. He looked up expectantly when he heard her heels clicking
down the hall, but was surprised to hear a male voice.

"Aren't you ever going to climb out of this hole, Dana? Who did
you piss off badly enough to get trapped down here for so long?"

Mulder recognized the voice as Agent Greg Wilkenson, a technician
in the forensics lab.

"First of all, Greg, I'm not trapped, if I wanted a transfer, I 
would ask for one. Second of all, I'm not moldering away done 
here. I find my work keeps me on my toes. The forensic work that
I've done here, has been some of the most challenging I've ever
encountered. You'd never find this kind of stuff in a run of the 
mill investigation. And finally, Greg, you'd probably be 
surprised at who I pissed off, and how thoroughly."

"What do you mean?" Agent Wilkenson queried.

"I was sent here to debunk Agent Mulder's work and all I've done
is add credibility to it," Scully explained.

"Don't tell me you think his pursuits are credible?" The 
incredulity in Wilkenson's voice made Mulder smile to 
himself.

"We may not always agree on the root cause, but the cases are 
always valid. Besides, you know what they say...truth may be
stranger than fiction."

"Come on, Dana, aliens and flying saucers?"

"I can't argue with hard evidence, Greg. I have personally 
analyzed samples that contain DNA that are *not* terrestrial."

"Well, I don't want to debate this, Dana. Are you free for lunch
tomorrow? We could discuss more earthly things."

"Thanks, Greg, but I have plans. It was nice talking to you," 
Scully pushed open the office door that hadn't been fully closed.

"Good afternoon, Scully," Mulder said sarcastically. "How was 
your lunch date?"

"Good afternoon, Mulder," Scully replied with equal sarcasm. "It
wasn't a date."

"He hoped it was," Mulder smiled.

"He's a twerp," Scully snorted.

"A very eligible twerp, from what I understand," Mulder pointed
out.

"If you run you might be able to catch him, if you're that 
interested. Maybe he swings both ways," Scully laughed.

"He might, but I don't," Mulder grimaced. "Oh and thanks for
sticking up for me, Scully."

"I wasn't sticking up for you, I was sticking up for myself," she
explained.

"Either way, thank you. Now it doesn't hurt so much to be
repulsive."

"Would you get over that, please? When did you develop such a 
thin skin?" Scully was beginning to sound exasperated.

He just shrugged and turned back to his computer. They worked
quietly for the rest of the afternoon. When Scully closed the 
file she was working on and checked her watch, she gasped.

"My God, Mulder. It's 6:30! No wonder I'm starving, I'm going to
get going."

"Okay, see you in the morning," he smiled. "By the way, Scully,
when you told Wilkenson that you had plans for lunch tomorrow..."

"I was brushing him off, Mulder," she smiled.

"Just checking, because I have another physio appointment at
lunch time again tomorrow," Mulder informed her.

"Physio? What happened?" Scully was instantly concerned.

"I just jarred my lower back when I was shooting hoops on the
weekend," he explained.

"You should have told me. I could probably loosen it up for you."

"The physiotherapist couldn't loosen the muscles an iota. What 
makes you think that you can?" Mulder asked.

"Cause I'm good," she replied evenly.

"Better than the physiotherapist?" He smiled.

She nodded confidently.

"I bet you won't be able to loosen my muscles at all," he 
challenged her.

"Bet I will," she accepted his challenge.

"You're on, Scully. And if you can't loosen them, then...hmm, 
let's see," Mulder rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Make it whatever your little heart desires, Mulder, because I'm
going to win this bet."

"Whatever my heart desires, Scully?" He had lowered his voice.

"Yes, Mulder, you name it," her voice had become lower as well.

"Fine, if you can't loosen my back, you have to give me a 
blowjob," he grinned.

"I knew you were going to say that," she laughed. "Is that 
supposed to make me back out of the bet, Mulder? Well, I'm not
going to, because I know I'm going to win."

"Fine," Mulder tried to sound nonchalant, but his voice had
become gravelly, "Then put your money where your mouth is, so 
to speak."

"Just a minute, Mulder. What do I get when I win? Are you going 
to go down on me?" 

"Scully, I'll go down on you whether you win the bet or not," he
said steadily.

"Promises, promises," she smiled.

"I'm serious, Scully. Right here, right now! There's nothing I'd
like better than to be in between your legs," Mulder had slowly
gotten out of his chair and was walking towards her. Her face was 
starting to flush.

"I've embarrassed you, Scully," Mulder smirked, noting her cheeks.

"That's not embarrassment, Mulder. That's anticipation," her voice
had become sultry. Since she was still sitting on the stool by 
the drafting table, Mulder only had to lean forward slightly to 
take her face in his hands, completely forgetting about his 
injured back. As soon as he covered her mouth with his, her 
tongue was seeking entrance. Letting his hand slide down her
shirt, he found her breast and squeezed it, making her moan into
his mouth. Amazed at her reaction, he began to blindly work on 
the buttons of her blouse.

"Mulder," she panted, finally pulling out of the kiss, "Not 
here."

Straightening up, he went to the door and locked it. "Right here,
right now, Scully. Go and sit in my chair."

"Mulder!" She protested.

Walking over to her again, he took her hand and stood her up. He 
bent his head to kiss her again, pulling her close to make sure
she could feel his erection. By the way she rolled her hips 
against him, he was sure that she had. This time he moaned.

"My chair," he repeated after breaking the kiss.

Holding her hand, he pulled her around the desk towards his
chair.When she sat down, he knelt in front of her, grabbed 
her legs behind her knees and pulled her forward so that her
ass was at the edge of the chair.

"What about your back, Mulder?" Her voice was husky.

"It's fine," he answered, pushing up her skirt. He was delighted 
to discover that she was wearing nylons and a garter belt. 
Apparently, she was serious about how much she was anticipating 
this, he could smell just how serious she was. Taking hold of her 
white lace panties, he eased them down her legs. After he slid 
them off, he held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "God 
you smell good, Scully." 

When he opened his eyes, she was looking down at him. Her cheeks
were pink, her eyes appeared hazy and her lids were heavy, her
full lips were parted, and her breathing was somewhat shallow. 
She looked magnificent. He stuffed her panties into his jacket
pocket, and then shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.

"Put your legs over my shoulders," he instructed. As she did what
he asked, he could see that she was glistening already. Pulling 
her further forward, he bent down and placed an open-mouthed 
kiss directly over her opening, making her moan. Then he slid his 
tongue up and gave her clit a flick, this time making her gasp. 
He was pleased to see that she was already nicely swollen. 
Sliding one long finger into her, he began to finger-fuck her 
while he licked and sucked on her clit. Pausing to add another 
finger, he glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, her head was 
back, and she was moaning steadily. 

He began to slide his fingers in and out of her more quickly and 
she began to thrust against him. The next time he sucked on her 
clit, she went stiff. He could feel her clit pulsing between his 
lips, her internal muscles were clenching and tugging on his 
fingers. His mind was reeling. These were Scully's thighs he was 
between, this was Scully's clit throbbing between his lips. His 
fingers were inside of Scully and he had made her come. She had 
come quickly and she had come hard, and she had screamed. He had 
brought Scully to a screaming orgasm, and it had been his name 
that she had screamed.  His cock was throbbing painfully against
his boxers. He kept the pressure on her clit until she finally
stopped quaking with aftershocks. Her eyes fluttered opened.

"My God, Mulder, that was incredible," she panted.

"Well, you win, Scully," he told her.

"What!?"

"You win the bet. My back feels better already."

"Don't be ridiculous, Mulder," her voice was still husky.

"I'm serious, you win. And since I've already gone down on you,
what would you like for winning the bet?"

"Anything I want?" She asked quietly.

"Anything, Scully, you name it," his voice was low and gravelly.

"I want to feel you inside of me, Mulder," she looked him 
straight in the eye.

"Me, I thought I was repulsive?" He tormented her.

"God, Mulder, you aren't repulsive, you *are* gorgeous. I'm sorry
I said that, it was a defense mechanism. I thought that you 
weren't attracted to me," her voice was trembling and her eyes
filled with tears.

"Not attracted to you, Scully? You are the sexiest, most 
beautiful woman I've ever met," he assured her, straightening up
so that he could kiss off the tears that had started to slide 
down her cheeks. Then he covered her mouth with his again and 
kissed her tenderly.

"All bets are off now, Scully. From now on anything we do
has nothing to do with a bet, okay?"

She nodded, her eyes wide.

Picking her up, he laid her across the length of his desk.

"Now I'm going to make love to you," he said softly, as he
stripped off his shirt and pants.

"God, yes, Mulder. I want to feel you inside of me," she 
breathed, her eyes drinking in his every move. 

Arching her back, she moaned as he slowly slid his cock into her.

"God, Scully, you feel so good," he groaned as he savoured the
feeling of being enveloped by her. When he began to slide slowly
in and out of her, he was almost instantly overwhelmed.

"I'm not going to last very long," he groaned in warning.

"We can make love again tonight after I rub your back," she told
him in between gasps.

"And tomorrow morning?" He asked as he thrust into her again.

"And tomorrow night and the next day and the next," she panted.

"How about next month and next year?" Mulder asked, not breaking
his rhythm.

"Forever, Mulder, I'm yours forever if you want me."

Mulder stopped mid-stroke, "Is this pillow talk, Scully, or are
you serious?"

"If *I* want you, Scully? I thought it was the other way around.
I'm yours forever if you'll have *me*."

"I love you, Mulder and I'll take whatever you'll give me. I
always have."

"Jesus, Scully, if you'd wanted more all you had to do was ask."

"I just did, Mulder. Please don't stop. Make love to me."

"I'll never stop, Scully, never," he promised as he began to 
thrust into her again.

"You feel incredible, Mulder," she sighed.

As he began to thrust harder and faster, he could feel his climax
approaching. Sensing that she was close again, too, he slid his 
hand between them and put his thumb on her clit. Stiffening, she 
came instantly; the actions of her internal muscles pulling him
over the edge with her. He yelled her name as the sound of his 
own name was still echoing in his ears. He bent over her and 
kissed her sensuously.

"I love you so much, Scully," he said gently, kissing her again.

"Agents!" Skinners voice startled both of them. 

Instinctively, Mulder cover Scully's naked form with his own.

"Oh my God," Scully groaned.

"I'll be outside. Let me know when you're decent." He slammed the
door.

"I'm sorry, Scully, so sorry. You were right. We never should 
have done this here."

"I hope you're not sorry that we made love, because I'm not," she
informed him.

"No, of course not. We should have gone somewhere else. I 
shouldn't have pushed you," Mulder apologized.

"I could have said no, Mulder. And as I recall it, *I* asked you 
to make love to me. If we had stopped after you went down on me,
Skinner wouldn't have caught us doing anything, so don't blame
yourself."

There was a loud knock on the door. "I'm waiting," Skinner boomed.

"Sorry, we'll be right there," Mulder called.

Mulder dressed quickly, while Scully straightened her clothes. 

"Where are my panties, Mulder?" She asked quietly.

"In my pocket," he said reaching for them.

"That's okay. I just wanted to know where they were. Go and let
him in," she sat in his chair and closed her eyes.

Mulder went to the door and opened it. "I thought I'd locked it,"
he told Skinner.

"I have a key," Skinner replied gruffly.

"How did you get a key?" Mulder was confused.

"We can discuss that later. I think there is a more pressing 
issue at hand. How are you planning to explain this?" Skinner's
hands were planted firmly on his hips.

"We're in love?" Mulder offered.

"I don't think that explains why you're having sex on your desk,
Agent Mulder. I've known for a long time that you two were 
involved, but I never thought that you'd be stupid enough to get 
caught having sex at work."

"Then you were way ahead of us," Scully finally spoke. "We only
admitted our feelings for each other tonight. Yes, it was stupid 
to have sex here and I take full responsibility for that."

"You weren't alone, Scully," Mulder jumped in.

"I could have stopped you if I'd wanted to, but I didn't want 
to," she pointed out.

"But--" Mulder tried to interject.

"Mulder, are you saying that you wouldn't have stopped if I'd
asked you to?"

"You know I would have, Scully," he replied softly.

"Precisely! It was in my power to stop it and I chose not to and
I don't regret my decision," she turned her gaze on Skinner. "So
if you're planning to punish anyone, punish me."

"Scully!" Mulder protested.

"I'm not planning to punish anyone," Skinner interrupted. "But you
are seriously trying to tell me that this was your first time?"

They both nodded.

"Then I take it back. I think I will have to discipline you, 
Agent Mulder. Agent Scully deserves far better than your desk,"
Skinner smiled.

Scully's cheeks flushed rosily again. "When would you like my
request for transfer, sir?"

"I didn't realize that you wanted to leave the x-files, Agent 
Scully. Is there a problem that I don't know about?"

Both agents looked puzzled.

"Of course, I would have to transfer you if I ever found out that 
you were involved in an inappropriate relationship," he informed
them.

Mulder and Scully looked at each other questioningly and then 
looked back at Skinner.

He shrugged, "The only way I would find that out is if someone 
else were to see you engaging in an inappropriate manner. Am I
making myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," they replied in unison.

"I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow morning. I
have a new assignment for you."

"Yes, sir," they repeated.

Then Skinner left the office closing the door behind him.

"Did he just say what I think he said?" Mulder shook his head.

"I think he said that as long as we're discreet, we have his 
blessing," Scully interpreted.

"That's what I heard," Mulder agreed.

They contemplated this silently for a minute before Scully broke
the quiet. "How's your back, Mulder?"

"Much better," he smiled broadly.

"Let's go home, so I can take care of you properly," she smiled.

"I like your cure for a sore back, Scully. It beats what the
physiotherapist was doing, hands down."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet. I'm even more amazing on a bed."
And she laughed as Mulder's eyes grew wide at her words.

 end.

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