From: bonyun Date: Wed, 28 Oct 1998 00:12:48 -0700 (MST) Subject: Catalyst 1/1 by Eleanore TITLE: Catalyst 1/1 AUTHOR: Eleanore EMAIL ADDRESS: bonyun@oanet.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: You are welcome to re-post or otherwise distribute this story among other X-Philes, as long as you do so for free, and my name and e-mail address go with it as author. SPOILER WARNING: Takes place after "Emily" in fifth season. RATING: NC 17 Graphic sex CONTENT WARNINGS: S&M romance. CLASSIFICATION: S - Story, R - Romance (S&M), A - Angst (very mild) DISCLAIMER: The characters and situations of the television program "The X Files" are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. SUMMARY: Scully has a date, and takes advantage of the situation to shake Mulder out of their static relationship. CATALYST 1/1 by Eleanore bonyun@oanet.com "Hey, Scully, FBI." Scully's head came up from her report, a look of disbelief on her face. "Detective Kresge." Her smile was slow and wide. She was glad to see him. Mulder took another look at Detective Kresge. Not bad, not bad. She could do worse. Kresge came further into the room. "Agent Mulder." He held out his hand and Mulder shook it. "What are you doing in Washington, Detective Kresge?" "Busman's holiday. I've got to testify in a murder trial. I'll be here for several days and they're paying for the hotel, so I figured I might as well enjoy myself." He had been speaking to both of the agents, but now he turned to Scully alone. "I was hoping that you would let me take you out to dinner, Agent Scully." The look on Scully's face shook Mulder. It was a smile unlike any of the smiles she gave to him. Not affectionate tolerance. Not loyalty. Not love. Not amusement. "Yes, thank you. I'd like that." Scully was standing now, and took a step towards the door as if her body couldn't wait to go... but it was only 4:30 pm. Kresge grinned happily, and turned to Mulder. "You're welcome to join us, Agent Mulder." And Mulder spoke his lines flawlessly. "No thanks. I've got something on for tonight. You go ahead Scully. Why not take off a little early and enjoy yourself." She stood undecided for only a moment. "Okay, I will. Thanks Mulder." As she gathered her coat and briefcase she beamed up at Kresge again. "I'd like to go home and change first." "No problem. I've got a car downstairs." Kresge lifted his hand toward Mulder. "Good-night." "Good-night." Sleep tight. Sex. That's what that smile said. Just before she went through the door, Scully looked back and smiled a thank you. "See you tomorrow, Mulder." "Tomorrow." Scully never smiled at him with the smile that said sex. Why did that bother him so much? He had long ago opted out of the sexual arena. He had much better things to do with his time. His life was arranged exactly the way he wanted it. But that didn't mean that Scully had to do the same, did it? She already gave him her heart and her allegiance. Her intelligence. All her time and energy. He had never asked her for her sex. The problem was that Kresge was definitely husband material. Not just a one night stand like that Ed Jerse slimeball. And Kresge already knew that Scully was barren... and why... but that didn't scare him off. Together he and Scully could adopt and raise a family. Something Scully wanted. Something that Mulder didn't. Mulder glanced up at the clock. Dinner would be over. They might be dancing, or kissing. Certainly deciding whether to go to bed. He wished it didn't hurt so much. He wanted to let her go. Gracefully. Generously. He was counting on that old saying about letting go of the things you love, and they will come back to you. He wanted her always to come back to him. "Well, Scully, FBI." His arms tightened around her naked body. "I think I could make a habit of this. I like you... very much." He kissed her bare back. Scully's eyes opened on a sigh. Her skin was still flushed, her voice deep and relaxed. "Thank you, Kresge. It was lovely, and I like you too." "My name's Brian." "Brian." Her eyes had closed again. She was not inviting him any closer. Didn't look promising, but you never knew. "So... could we do this again... maybe day after tomorrow?" There was silence for so long that he thought she had fallen asleep. Finally another sigh. "No, I don't think so." "Mulder?" Scully sat up and faced him, keeping the sheet up over her breasts. "Is it that obvious?" "Oh, yeah." "What? What do you see? How do people know?" Kresge smiled. "You really don't know?" Scully shook her head. "You listen to each other. You share your strength without question. There's a connection, invisible, but very strong... you rotate around each other like the two spheres of a binary star, never touching, but each the centre of gravity for the other." Kresge stopped. Scully's face had gone soft as her thoughts turned inward. "Do you love him?" She focused on him again with those eyes that pierced him to the heart. "Yes, I love him." The words were spoken simply and proudly. She didn't get many chances to say them out loud. He put out a hand to push the bright hair back from her face. "So why are you here in my bed, beautiful Scully, FBI?" She blushed and looked down at the storm tossed bedding. "Mulder chooses to live an almost celibate lifestyle." "That's a bit hard on you, isn't it?" "Sometimes, but not as much as you might think. He fills my life in so many other ways, I hardly ever get time to give it a thought." "So why don't you seduce him and convert him?" She laughed ruefully. "I think that would just scare him off. He's not interested in commitment, or family. When the time comes I will have to leave him to get those things." "But the time is not yet." "The time is not yet." Kresge got out of the bed and started retrieving their clothes. "I'd better take you home, then, before Mulder comes looking for you with fire in his eye." "Oh, he won't. My cell phone has been on all evening and he hasn't called once, which is not normal." She smiled with sad affection. "He knows what we've been doing." "That kind of gives me the creeps." Kresge shrugged. "Nevertheless, I intend to call you frequently, and to see you as often as I can. When the time does come, I'd like to be one of the top candidates." Scully, now attired in bra and slip, came close to him. "Thank you, Brian. You are a sweet and understanding man." She took his face in her hands and kissed him warmly. "I will definitely not lose your number." He heard her coming. His spirits rose. He had let her go and she had come back. Someday he must lose her, but it was not today. "Hey, Scully." "Hi, Mulder." She dropped her coat and purse on a chair and came close to his desk. The little black dress sparkled slightly in the dim light. She looked great. But then to Mulder, she always did. "Have a good time?" "Yes. I like Detective Kresge." "Going to see more of him while he's in town?" "No, I don't think so." Mulder felt sad. "Why not, if you enjoy his company?" Scully boosted herself up to sit on his desk right in front of him. "I would be using him, Mulder. I can't do that." "Right, I was forgetting. Morals and principles. Awkward things... not that I would know." Her face was soft, her lips full. "I suspect that, given a choice, Detective Kresge would be happy to be used." She gave him the smile that said she enjoying being with him. Kicking off her shoes she put her feet on his thigh. Highly unusual. An unprecedented bid for physical affection. Mulder cautiously stroked the smooth curve of her calf through the sheer black stocking. "I've been thinking, Mulder." "Yeah?" Confrontation coming. "It would be so much easier if I just... went out to dinner... with you." Mulder felt panic rising to clog his throat. Part of him wanted this... very much. But a bigger part of him was scared and ready to run. It always started with just the sex. But soon they would start having expectations. Trying to change him. Trying to tie him down. He saw before him a blur of all the women he had disappointed in the past. A cool hand touched his cheek. "Mulder. I'm not asking for any other changes. We know each other too well. We each have our own lives. I just think that once in a while, it would be nice to celebrate our... relationship... by having sex with each other, instead of me with my occasional Detective Kresge's and you with your porn videos." Perhaps it was not too late to discourage her. "Rumours to the contrary, I've not been very successful in the romance department, Scully. I tend to forget and neglect. Performance reviews have always been tepid." "Those women didn't love you like I do, Mulder." How easily she said it... her blue eyes clear and untroubled. She took his breath away. "We can teach each other. I can show you what I like, and you can show me some of the things from the videos that you would like me to do for you." "You'd do that?" His stomach gave a sickening lurch as two separate worlds collided. "I've watched two or three of the videos. I didn't see anything that I wouldn't be willing to try. In fact, I could probably improve upon some of them." Too much information. Too much. He stood abruptly, pushing her feet off his lap. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation. Not with you, Scully." He paced rapidly about the small open space in their office. To his shame, he found he couldn't look her in the eyes. Scully and pornography. To think of the two together was an obscene sacrilege. He felt sick. "Is that why we never explore into the sexual side, Mulder? Do you have me on some kind of pedestal? Do you think that I don't have those feelings? That I don't have those needs?" He stood, his back to her, gazing at the ceiling in distress while his insides swirled and swooped. "You know I have those needs, or you wouldn't turn a blind eye to Detective Kresge." She swung her feet and waited. "So, I guess it's just that you can't see yourself doing those things to me." He was finally able to turn to her. "Something like that." "Mulder, I'm not a vestal virgin, and you are not some depraved pervert. We are both well within the bounds of normal." She hopped off the desk and came close to him. He had to back up a step or two. "Mulder... " her voice was soft and persuasive. She reached for his hand and gently pulled him closer. "Touch me. Here." She placed his hand on her breast. He wanted to draw it away quickly before he got burned, but she held him there. "They want to be touched, Mulder. They want you to squeeze them." Her silky whisper mesmerized him. "The nipples want you to pull them and roll them." He did as he was bid... cautiously at first, then with guilty enthusiasm. He brought his other hand up to knead and torture her other breast. They filled his hands, soft and resilient. It would be nice to take off her clothes so that he could feel the heat of her skin and see the puckers about the dark centres. As if she had heard his thoughts, she slowly pulled first the dress, then the slip, up over her head and tossed them on to the desk behind her. Mulder stumbled back another step and crashed against the filing cabinets. A lacy bra. He had already felt its presence through the fabric of the dress. And down below... the black stockings and a black garter belt. And that was all. His blood was roaring in his ears. This simply could not be true. When she pinned him against the cabinets he had to put one hand down to be sure. Soft hair met his fingers. Slippery moisture anointed his probing fingertips. There would be some sane and reasonable explanation. This was Scully. "Scully?" His voice came out high and anxious. "Where are your underpants?" "In Detective Kresge's hotel room." He had known that there would be a perfectly good explanation, but this was not the one he had wanted. Kresge. That's what he smelled on her. Sex. Kresge's sex. A great rush of heat flowed to his loins, rapidly swelling his partial erection to a rigid and extreme state. Why wasn't he disgusted? How could any woman come, still warm and sticky, from one man's bed to another man? Especially someone as fastidious as Scully. He should be repelled. Instead he was incredibly aroused by her post coital state. He took deep breaths of the heady mixture of man and woman until his body vibrated with the intensity of his lust. He wanted to fill her with his own sex. Like any territorial male, he wanted to mark her with his own scent, obliterating the scent of the previous male. It was primitive. It was barbaric. But he needed to do it. She had discovered his hard cock trapped in his trousers and was pushing her soft belly against him, teasing, daring. With a growl, he grabbed her and reversed their positions, pinning her against the file cabinets by pressing his forearm across her narrow shoulders. Her bra came down with a single brutal movement. Oh, God, how beautiful they were. Strawberries and cream. So tempting, but he would taste them some other time. Right now he was only after one thing. His hand went down again, irresistibly attracted to that puff of auburn hair between her white thighs. He forced his fingers past the first gate. Wet, so wet. His breath came out in a sigh and his erection jumped in anticipation. Gradually he slipped his fingers further into her. Intimate heat. Muscular folds pressing against him, resisting him even as the silken liquid enticed him, aiding and abetting his trespass. She made soft noises as he moved his fingers deep inside her. He drew his fingers out again to play in the hot pool. Easily, he found her tense, eager little button and teased it with sensuous strokes. A breathy sob made him look at her face. She lay passive, weak, rosy with her fever. Her sapphire eyes burned hot and needy under heavy lids, drawing him on. Quickly he dropped his pants. She was too short, but he had no patience for finesse. She squeaked in surprise as he lifted her, gasped when he penetrated her... impaled her... against the filing cabinets. Holding her there by his own weight pressed against her, and the upward thrusting of his pelvis, he ground against her in a slow, deliberate intrusion of her body... each stroke intended to eradicate all memory of Detective Kresge. She was helpless. Her head fell back against the cabinets as he crushed little moans and whimpers out of her. She... was... his. He increased his speed. The cabinets started to rattle and bang. Jesus, what a din. Half the security staff would be here in a moment. She cried out sharply as her hands beat repeatedly at the metal. He paused for a moment only; even if he had hurt her, he could not stop now. She sang out again, an eerie descant in counterpoint to his own guttural noises, and the sight of her thrashing helplessly under him drove him over the edge. He forced all his weight, all his length, into her, into her, into her... An explosion... like a plump pinata burst asunder... candy and confetti and all other good things cascading forth in light and colour... Sweet relief poured over him. He collapsed against her, limp and blissful. Her arms went softly round his neck. Her face pressed into his chest. Together they floated on the aftercurrents, gliding slowly back down to earth. Lust might come and go in its hot, disturbing whirlwind, but his caring for her was a lifelong constant. He backed off so that she could slide to the floor. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Scully." What had he done? Practically raped her, that's all. He could see the nasty scratch across the top of one breast from when he had yanked the brassiere down. "You didn't hurt me, Mulder." Her smile was glorious. Serene and joyful, it illuminated his heart and his soul, banishing all traces of guilt and shame. "You cried out as if I had hurt you." "Well, let me see. Could it be because that was the best sex I've had since high school? Or... " He watched her pull the broken brassiere up over the luscious nipples. " ...could it be because that was the best sex I've had since high school." Her eyes sparkled. Mulder chuckled, his face burning with embarrassment and male vanity. He had certainly set himself a precedent that would be hard to live up to. He pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt. "How am I ever going to get any work done now, Scully? I'll always be wondering if you have your underpants on." He retrieved her slip and dropped it over her. When her face came out the top he kissed her lightly. He was just realizing the full impact of these events. Scully loved him. Scully wanted to have sex with him. Scully was as sexy as hell, not prim and untouchable. She had enjoyed herself immensely... and so had he. But very best of all... this was not a one night stand. "I will always be wearing underwear and panty hose when we are working, Mulder. Don't waste any time wondering. If you want me to wear something a little spicier, you'll have to invite me out for dinner. While we eat you can speculate all you want." He shook out the little black dress and passed it to her. When her face came out the top of the dress, he kissed her again. This time his arms went round her as he sampled all the pleasures of her mouth. Delight and disbelief. He was kissing Scully! Warm and sweet. His tongue played slippery games inside her and another erection began to grow. He could put that part of himself back inside her, too, if he wanted. Back into that hot, wet cave. Slick with sex. His and hers. But this time he would be so tender and gentle... "Mulder," she murmured against his mouth. "Could we do it somewhere more comfortable than against the filing cabinets?" "I don't know, Scully. I may be fixated. We might always have to do it against the filing cabinets." "Shit." He laughed and let her go. He didn't really need to do it again, just yet, but he liked knowing that she would if he wanted to. "I was thinking, Scully... now that we've had sex... next time... let's make love." Her eyes shone with what he suspected were tears. "Yes, Mulder," she whispered. "I'd like that very much." The silence stretched out for several seconds before Scully went back to straightening her clothes. "Thanks, Scully." "I don't know why you're thanking me. My motives were entirely selfish." "You don't know just how close I came to bolting out of here like a scared rabbit. I guess I did have an idealized image of you. I was afraid that knowing you in the sexual sense would destroy the image and make me think less of you as a partner." Scully had her shoes back on and was smoothing her hair. "I suppose that might still happen. I fell pretty far from that pedestal." "No. That's the thing. You didn't. You were just as passionate, determined, honest and caring as you are in all the rest of your dealings with me. I don't know why I was so stupid as to think that you would be any different about sex." "Since we never talked about it, how were you to know? And of course, the longer we went on not talking about it, the more impossible it got to talk about." She was sitting in his desk chair now, legs crossed, looking like her usual neat and tidy self... except that one breast was riding higher than the other. Should he pay for the bra? "I guess Detective Kresge is in for a disappointment." He was having a hard time keeping that wet furry patch out of his thoughts. He knew it wasn't covered. "He'll be disappointed, but not surprised. It was his idea that I seduce you." Mulder's eyebrows flew up. "You're kidding." "Nope." Scully bounced up and went toward her coat. "I'm starving, Mulder. Take me out for pizza?" "Sure thing. But could you do me a favour?" "What would that be?" "Have you got a pair of undies in your emergency clothes? Could you put them on?" Scully went to the cupboard where she kept a spare outfit, pulled out a pair of chaste white cotton underpants... just the kind that Agent Scully would wear... and deliberately put them on under her skirt as her eyes laughed up at him. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Scully. Let's go." He let her go through the door first, then paused to lock it behind them. He had to take a few quick steps to catch up with her. "Scully... will this pizza count as going out for dinner?" "No, Mulder, it won't." "Just wondered." They signed out at the security desk and went out into the fresh night air. Scully linked her arm through his as they walked towards the closest all night pizza place. "Scully... " "Yes." "Did you mean what you said about the videos?" "Yes, I did, Mulder." They walked in silence. "Scully?" "Mm-hm." "Could you tell me more about that guy you knew in High School?" ----------------------------- end of story comments to Eleanore bonyun@oanet.com