Title: Down at the Theater 
Author: Adrienne 
Date: 6/6/99 
Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully 
Rating: NC-17 
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, Angst 
Disclaimer: You can sue me but I'm broke!  
No infringement of any copyright is intended. 
This is dedicated to Susan, who gives me wonderful ideas for all sorts of things. She's taught me 
more than she thinks she has.  
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"Do you want some popcorn?"

Scully shook her head, stretching slightly in the movie seat. It creaked, not from exertion but from 
old age. "No…I hate those little kernels that get stuck in my teeth."

"You would," Mulder said, stuffing a small handful of popcorn into his mouth. He licked his 
buttery, salty fingers slowly, sucking it off them and enjoying her "I'm intrigued but pretending not 
to be" look. He chewed slowly and swallowed as she turned to watch the pre-show ads and 
snippets of interesting, repetitive celebrity facts. "You're really missing out."

"On about a thousand calories."

Mulder laughed and rolled his eyes, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Scully, tell me why 
we're in this empty dollar theater to watch a half-ass movie that's already on video."
"Mulder, it's always better on the big screen. And I love this movie," she replied, putting a hand on 
his knee and leaning closer.

They both watched as two people walked down the side aisle and sat five rows ahead of them. 
Mulder kissed the top of her head. "These movie seats aren't exactly made for cuddling, are 
they."

"No. Probably a reason for that. But people manage to work around them," Scully whispered, 
nuzzling her cheek against his chest. She drew herself a little closer by putting her right hand 
around his shoulder.

"Hmmm…yeah, sometimes," he answered as the lights dimmed and the previews began to roll.
It wasn't two minutes into the previews before Scully slid her right hand down his chest, past his 
stomach, and rested it on his crotch. He shifted, feeling slightly uneasy about his rapidly mounting 
state of arousal in such a public place. "Scully."

"Mmm hmmm?" she murmured in his ear. A friendly squeeze followed. It made him sigh softly, 
his hips moving in the seat. He felt the first throb of excitement, then the next, rolling down his 
body like sweat on a July day to pool deep in his groin.

"You…you had this idea all along…" he whispered back, pressing his face into her hair.
"Mmmm hmmm." She was kneading him now, her fingers circling through his jeans and cupping 
his growing erection. She moved her palm up and down against it slowly.

He breathed in, the sweet scent of her shampoo stealing his senses away. His dick was pulsing 
and hot under her naughty grasp, and it was making him dizzy with desire. "Bad, bad Scully."

"Am I bad, Mulder?" she breathed, nibbling on his ear. 

Sweet Jesus.

He watched the opening credits intently, trying to separate himself so that he wouldn't explode 
right away, so that he wouldn't get her on the ground somehow and fuck her right there.

"Oh, Scully…More than you'll ever know," he muttered, breathing heavily into her hair now. She 
smiled and licked the side of his neck slowly with a long, flat stroke of her tongue.

"It's dark in here." Lick.

"Yeah, Scully, it is."

"I bet I could do just about anything in here without anyone noticing." Her tongue curved around 
his ear, and he gripped the arms of the seat until his knuckles ached.

"Someone would notice," he said huskily, feeling the tingles travel from his ear down his neck. He 
was painfully hard.

"Let's find out."

Scully slid down in her seat, knees hitting the floor silently, with the slyness of a sleek cat on the 
prowl. She put her hands on his thighs, kneeling before him with her head barely poking up over 
the next row of seats.

"Oh, baby…don't do this." He moved his legs apart a little, slouching.

"That's the first time I've heard that coming from you," she whispered, barely audible over the 
chattering of two women on screen. She pressed her hand up against him again, between his 
legs.

He bit his lip to keep from groaning, his hands still clutching the sides of his seat, as he turned his 
eyes upwards to the screen. Away from her darkened eyes…away from her curious hands, her 
pert little mouth…her hot tongue…

She slowly pulled his zipper down, cautious because of the sound. She had no reason to be 
worried, he thought, the movie was too damned loud for anyone to hear that. 

Then she slipped a hand into the opening, grasping, clutching and prodding, squeezing. He grit 
his teeth and closed his eyes, his head tilted back just slightly. The movie. The movie. Austin 
Powers and that nasty Mrs. Kensington…naked…

Even though the thought horrified him, he couldn't escape his state of captivation with what Scully 
was doing now. She had managed to free his throbbing cock and was pulling it out through his fly 
now, gently, slowly but successfully. The air was cold, but it was soon driven away by the heat of 
her saliva. She had put her lips around it as soon as she saw it, and Mulder couldn't help but look 
down into the darkness at her slipping it into her wet mouth. She worked slowly and methodically, 
as she always did, her tongue hitting each sensitive area of his cock with precision and accuracy. 
He thrust his hips up gently, and she backed away, smiling.

"None of that."

He moaned softly, feeling the loss of heat immediately. "Scully…"

Scully arched an eyebrow and slid her tongue around the head, and up the shaft slowly. She was 
tormenting him, teasing him, knowing that he couldn't make a sound and get caught with his dick 
hanging out of his jeans. He knew her too well to figure otherwise. It was a mind game of sorts. 
She was going to get it when they went home.

Until then, Mulder had to endure her pleasurable overtures, accelerated by the fact that the usher 
could walk in any moment. He would probably want to join in.

WHAM. He was jolted from his thoughts as his cock slid into her mouth again, her inner cheeks 
pressed against him as she sucked hard. He squirmed in the seat, his hand moving to her head 
and stroking her hair, pushing gently but not forcefully. 

Scully didn't seem to mind. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue stroking the 
bottom of it. Mulder felt every movement and groaned deep in his throat, the pleasure shooting 
from his cock up to his head at record speed. He breathed in sharply, watching her head bob up 
and down more quickly as he felt the waves of near-orgasm roll over his body. He grabbed her 
neck gently, pulling her away a bit.

"Scully, you don't want me to…"

She moved her hand up and placed it over his on her neck and pulled him away. Looking up into 
his eyes, she continued her assault on him, tongue rolling around it, lips making an airtight seal 
around him.

It wasn't long at all before he felt himself reach orgasm; it was hard, and quick. She backed away 
a little when she felt it shoot out into her mouth, sucking on the head until he was emptied, 
swallowing quickly. 

She licked him a few more times, flicking her tongue quickly around it, and making him breathe 
out with a hiss—he was very sensitive after he came. She laughed softly and rose, slipping up 
into the seat next to him as he pushed his deflating cock back into his underwear and jeans. She 
pressed her lips against his neck, sucking gently.

"Mmmm…you must be horny as hell…" he whispered, stroking the back of his head.

Scully looked at the screen, laughing gently. Mulder looked up and saw Austin Powers holding up 
a Swedish Penis Enlarger. "Mulder, I think you should look into getting one of those."
He turned his head and looked at her. "Oh really."

She stifled a louder laugh. "Yeah."

"So are you saying I don't satisfy you?" he answered softly, reaching his hand over to run it 
across her stomach.

"Oh, Jesus, Mulder. No." She turned her face and kissed him gently. He could taste his come in 
her mouth, and it wasn't something he necessarily liked, but something he put up with because 
she did.

She grabbed a small handful of popcorn and put it in her mouth, crunching and swallowing 
quickly. 

"There goes five hundred calories."

"Better than this nasty taste in my mouth," she whispered back, smiling.

"Hmmm," he murmured, pressing his mouth against her lips again. 

He pushed his hand down between her legs quickly, his palm pushing up against her. She 
whimpered in surprise against his lips as he felt her arousal through her jeans. Mulder leaned 
closer, burying his face in her neck and planting open-mouthed kisses on her skin. She sat up in 
her seat, squirming a little.

"Mulder, no."

He laughed. "Oh, yes."

He began to move his fingers against her, pressing just hard enough to make his presence 
known. Scully sighed softly, one hand on his right arm, the other clutching the arm of the chair. 
She moved her hips slightly against him, grinding with her own rhythm.

"No…" she whispered.

"You're saying no, but your hips are telling me yes."

She laughed softly, with a sharp breath as he pressed harder. "I can't help that."

"Well I can't help this," he replied, breathing into her ear and drawing the lobe into his mouth. He 
sucked, tasting her skin, wanting more than he could have in this dingy theater.

He kept his hand there throughout the movie, massaging when he felt like she was actually 
paying attention to the screen only to have her thrust her hips gently into his hand, biting her lip 
and giving him a death look.

"If you're gonna do that…just finish what you've started," she whispered.

"Oh, I will…later…"

"Mulder…"

"Later, Scully."

She kissed him hard, and he kissed back harder, but he had the upper hand. As soon as he 
pressed harder against her, she had to gasp and break the kiss. He chuckled softly as she 
pouted and sighed.

The movie ended, and Mulder finally removed his hand, standing up and stretching. Scully stood 
up next to him and pushed him lightly down the aisle.

"What's your big hurry?" Mulder asked with a smile. She just glared at him. 

"You're gonna get it, Mulder."

"Not if I get you first."

end