Title: In My Room 
Author: Adrienne 
Date: September 22, 1999 
Rating: NC-17  
Spoilers: none 
Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully, Mulder POV  
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, VRA 
Summary: Mulder and Scully find each other in his room. 
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to In the Car, which is more smutful than its 
predecessor. You should read In the Car before reading In My Room. This is 
dedicated to April, who gave me a wonderful visualization of how this would play 
out—love ya sweetie. 
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. Lyrics are 
property of Silk. The hotel room, well, who knows who it belongs to, it's one of 
those generic rooms, you know?
Feedback welcome. davephile@yahoo.com
 
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"There's a meeting in my bedroom  
So girl please don't be late  
There's a meeting in my bedroom  
So please don't make me wait." 
- Silk, Meeting in my Bedroom
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We're sitting in the hotel room, in my room, staring at the blank TV from our 
assigned areas—she on the bed, I in a chair. She doesn't have her own room 
because of course, with our luck, there was only one room left. Not only that, but 
it's this fireplace suite that only makes this seem even more damn awkward. Who 
the fuck cares, we write it all off anyway, and it gives us both our own little space 
bubble as we sit in silence, the fire the only light in the large bedroom and its 
crackling the only sound. 

I don't know what she's thinking, or if she's thinking. But I think she is… 
Fuck. This is all very confusing.

The real question is, why? God, I've wanted her so badly, for so long now. So 
fucking long. And I think she wants me. Either that or our mutual masturbation 
session in the car was just a product of need and circumstance.

She wanted that.

All the while, of course, I'm sitting here hard as a fucking rock. You know how the 
mailman delivers through rain, sleet, snow, and all that shit? Well, it just so 
happens that my cock can surpass nervousness, fear, rejection, anything. The 
fucker has a mind of its own and a will just as strong. I don't know if she notices 
or even if she cares.

I glance over at her and she's wringing her hands in her lap, staring at them. She 
pulls on her fingers; the telltale crack of knuckles tells me she's really stressing 
over this. I am too. It's so good, but so bad, not bad but… dangerous. It's so 
cliché to say that once we have sex things will change, but it's also naïve to say 
that they won't.

"This is tearing you up."

I have opened our portal of communication for the first time since we left the car.

I hear nothing for a few seconds and she stops fidgeting. She exhales, long and 
soft, closing her eyes. "Yeah."

It's so soft, so unsure, it makes my insides churn. I don't know how to describe it. 
Uneasy, hopeful, afraid. But understanding. I try to speak several times but the 
words won't come out. I have to breathe, remind myself that this is my best 
friend. This is Scully. 

"Scully… I… I know."

She opens her eyes slowly and shifts her gaze toward me without a turn of her 
head. "It's hard. Mulder, it's such… it's such a conflict of interest. I want it, but 
sometimes what you want to do… is not as important as what you should do."
My heart is aching. I can't let this go. Not yet. "What if they're the same?"
She turns her head to me with a slightly frustrated furrow of her brow. "Then we 
do what we have to do, Mulder."

Jesus, I'm fishing for it. "And what is that, Scully?"

She looks at me, blinking a few times, the corner of her mouth turning down as 
she swallows. She shifts, sitting on the side of the bed.

"I have to go."

What the fuck.

"What?" My words come as a loud whisper. I'm a little shocked, but I shouldn't 
be. It's like her to run.

And she does just that, sliding off the bed and walking toward the door. I'm up on 
my feet and following her before I can even think about what the fuck I'm gonna 
do to make her stay.

"Scully."

She pauses by the door, her back to me, hand resting on the doorknob. She 
waits for me to speak.

This is it. This is it, Fox, don't be a fuck up.

"Don't leave."

"I should leave."

I grab her arm and pull her around to face me. She can't look in my eyes. She 
never can at times like this. Her gaze is fixed to my chest, staring, slightly glossy 
with unshed tears of confusion. I feel the heated prickling of my own behind my 
eyelids.

"Tell me one reason why you should."

Her mouth, slightly open, clamps shut as she closes her eyes. Her body 
language begs me to continue. "One reason, Scully. And I'll let you go."

I can think of a few reasons myself. I don't want her to say them, but I have to 
offer her a scapegoat, hoping to hell that she won't take it.

She is silent, her eyes fluttering open as she presses her face into my chest. I put 
my arms around her as she sighs, the moisture of her hot breath seeping through 
the fabric of my dress shirt. She tilts her face up to look into my eyes and I'm 
drawn into her gaze. My mind, my body, everything is telling me the one thing to 
do that will make it all better.

I put my hand on her cheek and bring my face down, my heart racing like a 
fucking freight train. My mouth covers hers in one movement, and it's so 
comfortable, so natural it's almost frightening. She releases a hard breath 
through her nose and I inhale, breathing in the warm air, consuming all I can of 
her, everything she's touched and felt. 

Our kiss is stationary, warm, complacent. I pull away just inches, my lips tingling. 

God, god, god, okay. Okay. Okay. Talk. Fuck, talk.

"I don't… I don't want you to leave."

Scully pulls my face down by slipping her arms around my neck. Every nerve she 
touches jumps in excitement. She pulls me against her, backed up against the 
door, and kisses me again. Harder. God. I need this. I need her…

"I need you," she whispers against my lips. I press my mouth harder against 
hers, pinning her body against the door gently, the tips of our tongues greeting 
each other cautiously. My mind is racing so fast I can't grab onto a single logical 
thought. Kissing. Scully. Kissing, Scully.

Kissing Scully, oh my fucking god I'm—

"Mulder," she moans against my mouth, in a breathless deep tone that makes my 
spine tingle. Her hands are running through the back of my air, taking handfuls 
and tugging, urging me on. The craving to taste her skin is overwhelming and my 
mouth loses all inhibitions now. Her lips, her jaw, her ear… her forehead… her 
neck. I'm slow but I keep her attention pretty damn well.

Scully has her eyes closed, head tilted back against the door as she gasps with 
every caress of my lips. She smells sweet, tastes salty. My hands travel her hips, 
fingers tracing over her pants, so light it tickles my fingertips. It takes a lot of 
willpower to keep my hands out of them. Oh god. Nice thought. Oh shit. Don't… 
think… about… that.

I bite her earlobe, running my tongue over it just to hear her sigh. I realize her 
ears are sensitive and take advantage of it; every time she makes a noise, I 
climb to this new peak of arousal. My tongue plays over the delicate curves of 
her ear, and I blow a puff of air into it to induce a soft sigh. Jesus, she's beautiful, 
wonderful… yeah, and I should probably be telling her this outloud...

"You're beautiful," I whisper against her skin, my hands traveling slowly up from 
her hips to a warm place under her arms. She moans. Oh god, does she moan. 
Fuck, we're just kissing and it's this good already. She turns me on like no other 
woman has.

My hands travel over her breasts to the first button of her suit coat, and I kiss her 
again as I start to undo them. She kisses back hard, a little moan in the back of 
her throat. I get the buttons undone, trying to take my time but failing, my hands 
pushing over her bare skin and up to her shoulders. It's so soft and warm, and so 
is the tip of her tongue caressing my bottom lip. This is so, so good. I can't 
believe this is happening. Jesus.

I smooth the shoulders of her jacket down her arms and it drops to the floor. The 
exposure of her shoulders gives me more skin to explore with my mouth and 
excites me beyond all reason. I kiss down her neck to her collarbone, biting and 
kissing it as I run my hands up her bare back. I gotta feel all of her. And she feels 
so perfect. 

Scully's hands slither around my waist and tug my shirt up, untucking it. She 
begins quick work of my buttons as I unfasten her little black bra. She looks 
beautiful in it but I want her without it. I push the straps down her arms just as 
she's finished the last button of my shirt. She lowers her arms to let it slide off 
and presses her lips against my chest.

I grit my teeth, straining to stay calm as her mouth moves across my skin. Her 
soft lips curve around my left nipple and I groan her name, cupping her breasts 
with my hands. She moans back as I knead them until her nipples are hard. God, 
I love them already. I think I'm going to die… but it will be a good death… a hell 
of a good death.

I get on my knees and she grabs the collar of my shirt, yanking it down over my 
shoulders. I wiggle out of it and press my mouth against her stomach, open, 
sucking.

"Mulder," she whispers, arching her torso to me slightly. My fingers trace the 
hardened nubs atop her breasts as my tongue laves over her stomach and sides, 
tracing the tip of it along her waistband. I'm definitely hot now, throbbing, my 
erection straining against my jockeys so much that the smallest movement of 
fabric makes me moan.

I squeeze her right nipple as I undo the button and zipper of her pants with my 
other hand. Gotta get them off now, right now. They easily slide over her hips 
and down her legs, revealing more golden skin that is accentuated by the fire 
across the room. She steps out of them as I press my mouth against the front of 
her panties and breathe out; she grabs my hair with a moan and tenses her 
fingers against my head. She smells so good, like raspberries and sex, and god I 
need to taste her so fucking bad… but I gotta get her to the bed first. Fucking 
technicalities of sex.

I stand up and she assaults my lips again in a desperate kiss. Scully has never 
been overtly sensual and this side of her definitely needs to come out more often. 
As if she knows my thoughts, she leads me to the bed and pushes down on my 
shoulders. I sit on the edge, looking into her eyes, and she smiles softly. Bending 
over, she pulls down her lacy black panties, right in front of me. Fuck yeah. 
Scully, you're fucking me up, baby, but it's all good.

I grab her ass and pull her to me, gasping at the feeling of her warm flesh 
beneath my hands. I lick her stomach again; I love it there, and I love her Scully 
moans as I taste her skin again and again. "Lay down," I whisper against her 
stomach, looking up and finding her eyes fixed upon me. We lock eyes so 
intensely it makes me clench my jaw to hold back another groan.

"Okay," she answers, and I watch her sleek naked body as she climbs onto the 
bed, her head sinking into the pillows. It's dim; the light from the fire is barely 
enough for me to see her eyes. It plays over her bare breasts, her tummy, her 
legs.

I move up the bed to kiss her mouth and start a trail of kisses and licks down her 
body, random and soft, making her shift and sigh. I kiss beneath her belly button 
and she moans; damn, she is sensitive there after all.

At long last I find myself in the place I have always, always wanted to be. I look 
up at her face and rub my stubbled cheek against her inner thigh, turning my face 
to kiss the soft skin there. My erection is rubbing against my pants now, 
throbbing more as I smell her arousal. Oh, this is gonna make me crazy… I'm 
gonna drive her crazy. 

She shifts her hips and it's so damned enticing, such a luscious invitation to put 
my mouth on her that I have to oblige. I kiss her there, groaning in my throat as 
she breathes in sharply. My tongue travels up and down her slit, pushing further, 
and I'm trying to pace myself but fuck, she's so hot and I just want to make her 
come so badly. Slow and steady is a bunch of shit at this point. I find her clit with 
the flat of my tongue and begin rubbing it. Scully moans and lifts her hips; I look 
up to see her tilting her head up as she writhes. Scully's a picture of beautiful 
when she's turned on—mouth open, eyes slightly closed, face so angelic it 
makes my heart melt.

I run my tongue around her clit in lazy circles, and I can taste her more now as 
she grips my hair with one hand, the covers in a tightly balled fist. Flick, flick, 
flick, nibble, rub, suck. Flick, flick, flick… nibble, rub, suck. It doesn't take long for 
me to establish a pattern—so I'm not overly creative, but the women never 
complain. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and I doubt they even notice there's 
a method to my madness. I open my mouth wide and grate my teeth through her 
flesh, gathering her juices in my mouth, swirling and swallowing and searching 
for more.

"Oh god… yeah…" Scully whispers, her hand working through my hair. I look up 
again and she's biting her lip, the firelight playing across her face as she stifles a 
moan. Oh hell yeah. Hell yeah baby. Jesus, Scully…

I take two fingers and run them in circles around her wet opening, inching them 
inside as I grab her clit with my teeth and wrap my lips around it, sucking gently, 
then harder. I slide my fingers deeper until they're to the knuckle, and she's 
panting and so fucking hot… my tongue mimics the movement of my fingers as I 
slide them in and out. I glide it under her clit, back and forth, my pace quickening 
as my fingers gain momentum.

"Uhmmm… uhhhh…" she pants with each thrust, barely above a whimper as she 
grinds her hips against me desperately. "Oh god Mulder yeah… oh god 
Mulder…"

Oh, to hear her call my name like that almost makes me lose it right there. I rub 
my tongue around her clit, concentrating on the sides as my fingers are coursing 
through her hot, slick muscle like there's no fucking tomorrow, just her, and me, 
and now.

"Oh Mulder… oh Mulder… Mul… mulhhhh…" she whimpers, writhing against my 
mouth. Her hips rise off of the bed and she tosses her head back upon the pillow 
as I feel her start to come. The number of times I've dreamed about this are 
uncountable. Her little moans and whimpers drive me deeper into my frenzied 
desperation to pleasure her. I can feel myself throbbing with each whimper… I 
can't help but moan back, my mouth pressed tightly against her.

I reluctantly pull away from her with one last broad swoop through her sensitive 
skin, just to taste her again. They should bottle that stuff and sell it. But then, that 
would be a little weird.

"Mulder." She calls me again, and I get goosebumps. I can't help it, dammit… her 
voice is just so low, so breathy, so spent and needy. I remove my fingers and 
slide up the bed to press my face against the side of her neck. My hand wanders 
aimlessly over the flat plane of her stomach, lightly damp with sweat. Scully 
sighs, and I do too.

"What are we doing, Mulder," she asks me breathlessly. She trails her fingernails 
from my shoulder down the middle of my chest and I gasp. Ohhhhh god.

"Do you want the unabridged version or the Reader's Digest version," I ask, and 
then silently curse myself for such a fucking stupid line.

"Reader's Digest," she chuckles softly, making me smile. A Scully laugh is a very 
special anomaly. Her fingers trace over my waistband and I hum softly. I feel a 
tug as she unbuttons my pants. Oh god. Oh yeah. Oh – kay.

"We're … hav… having sex," I reply with a stutter. That's not like me, Jesus, 
what the fuck is up with that?

"Are we?" she asks, pulling down my zipper. Fuck, ohhhhh fuck.

"Well, I mean… if you want to," I say quickly, trying my best to ignore my painfully 
hard erection. Thinking of other things just isn't working right now.

Scully breathes out slowly as her hand smoothes down my stomach and over the 
front of my shorts. "I do," she whispers, her fingers feathering over my cock. I 
resist the urge to jump up and let out the world's loudest victory cry. Instead, I let 
her stroke me as I close my eyes and release a shaky breath. Jesus she feels 
good, oh hell yeah. She circles her fingers around my cock through the cloth and 
starts to rub, up and down, making me whimper softly. Nice. Yeah, I'll just 
whimper here, thanks… wow, a girl's touching me. 

She tightens her grip and I moan against her neck, lifting my head to bite her 
earlobe. "Turn over, Scully," I growl, my mind working through hundreds of 
fantasies in order to pick the one I would most like to make real tonight.
She does as I tell her, and I feel a surge of disappointment as my cock escapes 
her hand. Scully presses her left cheek into the pillow, watching me, looking into 
my eyes with an arched eyebrow of curiosity. Scully, always the skeptical one, 
even in bed. I'll have to remember that.

My face is still level with hers as I trail my fingers down her spine slowly. She 
closes her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips. I flatten my hand at the small of 
her back and push it over the soft curve of her ass, her skin so smooth to the 
touch it's amazing. I push my hand back up her body and lift myself up, pulling 
one leg over her so that I'm straddling her. Scully moans, wiggling under me and 
turning me on even more. Yes, it's possible.

I watch her skin glow in the amber flickers of flame across the room. My fingers 
explore her sides, lingering on her waist as I slide my lower body down so that 
we're both lying down, my body covering hers. I just hope I'm not crushing her.

"Am I crushing you?" I whisper. Say no, say no…

"No," she answers softly, and I sigh as I push my hips against her. I lower my 
mouth between her shoulder blades and kiss her, moving them across each 
ridge of her shoulder. I want to feel every bit of her skin against my lips.
I lift myself up on my elbows so she can breathe and press my tongue against 
the small of her back, dragging it up her spine quickly. She whimpers softly, 
pushing up against me in attempt to get more, to feel more. Scully with the 
sensitive back. I take notes in my head, each moan and sigh associated with an 
action. I can't control myself for much longer; I find myself kissing her back in 
mounting abandon, dotted feather kisses that make her sigh. I live for her sighs. I 
could do this all day. My whole fucking life. Her skin's salty, slightly cool to the 
touch of my warm lips. 

I'm loving this, but damn, I gotta get my pants off. For a moment I worry that I'm 
getting too anxious, that I'm going to jump the gun when she's not ready.
In a brief moment of telepathy, she puts her hands on my hips and pulls at my 
pants. Oh yeah. Yes, yes, yes. "Yeah," I breathe, pushing my pants down with 
one hand as I hold myself up with the other. Very tricky. Okay, pretty much 
impossible. I have to bend my knee up so that I can grab the leg of my pants and 
pull. I find myself silently cursing Armani for not making suit pants with snap 
buttons up the sides.

"I'm gonna have to get up to do this," I say with an uneasy laugh. I can hear her 
smile as she says okay and it sets my heart as ease. I roll off of her, standing up 
and taking my pants off as fast as I can. Damn fast if I do say so myself. I'm left 
in my jockeys, tenting pretty damn badly, wondering if I should…

"Take them off," she whispers. Oh hell yeah. Partnerships are truly wonderful 
things… we have mastered the art of reading each others' minds. It's very 
helpful—extremely so when having sex, I realize as I pull my shorts down my 
legs. The warm air against my cock allows for an arousing feeling of freedom.
As if I need to get any more aroused.

I climb back on the bed, laying atop of her once again, but it's so, so different 
now. Gee Fox, maybe it's because you're naked. I press my cock up against her 
ass and we both moan in unison, low and high. In any other situation it would 
have been extremely lame.

"Scully… ohgod," I moan, pressing my lips against her shoulder and flicking my 
tongue against it. I gnaw gently, using my teeth down her back and up the other 
side, biting and teasing. With a slight movement of my hips I rub up against her 
again, feeling waves of tingles travel up from my cock to my head, and back 
down… and back up.

"Oh, Mulder…" she whispers with a tiny moan. "More, more."

Ohmyfuckingsweetgodyeah, beg for it, baby. I take a deep breath for control, 
which is again rapidly slipping away.

"I want to… I want to…" I groan, not finding choice words for what I want to do. 
Fuck? Sex? Do you? 

"Mulder, oh please, yeah," she answers, pushing her hips up against mine. 

Screw the semantics. Conversation is way overrated.

I move my hips down a little, feeling my cock slip between her legs and forcing 
myself not to thrust just yet. Scully spreads them slightly, lifting herself up on her 
elbows with a sigh. I use my fingers to find the source of her heat and she 
whimpers softly as I press the tip of my cock against it. Oh fuck, fuck. I can't 
come yet, no, nononono. Deep breath, Fox, breathe, come on. You can do this.
I push against her, feeling myself slip into her slowly; there's a little resistance 
and I suck in a deep breath as I push a little harder. Nice and slow for Scully, 
who's making soft little sounds that are driving me crazy. I finally bury myself all 
the way inside of her; hot, wet, and tight, and I think I'm gonna die. Right now. I'm 
gonna fucking keep over and die from how good this feels. Won't that be fun to 
report to the Bureau?

I hold myself up with my elbows, and our bodies are barely an inch away from 
each other as I kiss the back of her neck through her hair. We adjust to the 
feeling of being so intimately connected for a few minutes, concentrated on the 
feeling, on our breathing.

Finally, I thrust into her gently, not able to stand it any more. She moans, her 
head tilting back, mouth open and face to the ceiling. Soooo good. I brush aside 
her hair with my nose and press my lips against the front side of her neck. She 
releases a breath with a soft "ah" and I thrust again. Ohhh…god. Yeah. I… can't 
think. 

I start a slow rhythm of rocking my hips back and forth, my tongue trailing up her 
neck as she starts to move with me. "Oh my god Mulder," she breathes, turning 
her face to meet mine. 

"Yeah," I answer, the only word I can manage, crushing her mouth with mine. 
Our kiss is hard, frenzied, tongues battling, teeth caressing each others' lips. I 
move my body a little more quickly into hers in response, god, I can't help it, I 
want this so badly. I need it even worse.

We kiss until neither of us can stand it anymore—I'm thrusting into her faster and 
we need room to breathe. She moans with each thrust of my hips until she can't 
keep up with it anymore. Her head falls limp between her shoulders with a 
whimper, and I bite where her shoulder meets her neck, sucking and moving my 
teeth against it. Our motions are more liquid now; she's slick and it's easier to 
pound into her for all I'm worth. "Mhmmm…more," she whispers. Damn, Scully, 
never knew you were like this… but I like it… oh fuck do I like it.

So I start just going fucking nuts, thrusting as hard as I can and as deep as I can. 
She feels like heaven; if there was a heaven, this is what it would feel like. 

"Scully, god…" I grit my teeth and feel my orgasm coming fast. I growl and feel 
her muscles tense around me as she whimpers in response. A swirl of pleasure 
starts in my balls and rockets up my body as I come with a hard thrust that 
makes her cry out. I sink my teeth into her shoulder. Jesus, oh Scully, oh fuck. 
The overwhelming sensations of it make me groan as my thrusts subside.

I move my lips to her neck and breathe there, ragged loud breaths through my 
nose that feather her soft hair away from her skin. I again find myself obsessed 
with how beautiful she is. She turns to kiss me, as if she's acknowledging my 
thoughts. Our kiss is slow and sweet, long, deep. Very, very nice.

Our lips part and she smiles softly. "We've come a long way… from mutual 
masturbation," she breathes, needing to gasp for air before completing her 
thought.

"Is that a bad thing?" I answer, feeling myself slightly dizzy and giddy in the 
aftereffects of coming. I'm a silly fucking fool, a pussy-whipped fool, and I love it.

"No," she says, letting her elbows collapse and finding comfort in the soft down 
pillow. "I think we could incorporate both into our lives a little more often," she 
sighs.

"Are you propositioning me, Scully," I ask, elated as I am at the prospect of doing 
this again, and again, and again.

"Yes," she replies with a soft laugh. I pull out of her with a soft gasp from the both 
of us. It's a sticky, cooling feeling that is curiously unlike anything else in the 
world.

I wrap my arm around her and she turns to spoon up into me. It's then that I 
realize how I can practically blanket her tiny body with mine. It's a nice feeling, 
like I can protect her, keep her warm and safe and happy. I feel safe with her like 
this.

"I'm falling asleep," she murmurs after minutes of silence and intermittent slow 
breaths.

"Am I that bad?" I ask, pressing my lips against the back of her head.

"You're that good," she replies, snuggling closer. "It's a good thing, Mulder."

"I think… Scully… that this is all a good thing," I say softly, her hair tickling my 
nose. And it is a good thing. Very, very good.

"Mmmhmm," she sighs, and I feel her breathing deepen. I pace mine with hers, 
my boy calming, my mind at ease.

Scully falls asleep in my arms, and I lie awake thinking of how perfect she is. I 
take comfort in the fact that this is not just a temporary thing, not just a one-night 
stand.

Scully and I have started a new chapter of our lives together, right here, right 
now. In my room.

End