Phone Wars 1: The Phone Call Nicole van Dam lone_jaguar@hotmail.com Rating: H, NC-17 Spoilers: none Summary: Mulder catches Scully staring at him, and she takes it a *little* to personally. All characters utilized throughout this story are not my property. All belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and FOX Broadcasting. Please give all character credit to them... Wow, that hurt. On the inspiration from a friend, this story was... spawned. Fairly self- explanitory, so I won't bother you with trifles. Rating: H, V, NC-17. This is my first NC-17. I found out I can only do them if there's a huge stack of humour in there too. Otherwise, they cross the line into Cheesedom. This is also the first part of a series (I think). "No MSR, no UST, no point." --Fiona Bland "Plot? We don't need no stinking plot!" --The Dragon (Ahhh, the words of true Fanfic gurus :-)) Comments, suggestions and flames are always welcome. Though, I should add, the flames will be used for various things. Warm my house, roast weenies, toast marshmallows (even if I don't like them that much) and well . . . amuse me because I love fire. :-) Feedback is always greatly appreciated. Enjoy. Phone Wars: The Phone Call Nicole van Dam (the Lone Jaguar & The Warfarine Dealer) she thought to herself. Dana Scully sighed as she tossed another file into the 'Done' pile. She reached over to the mountain of paperwork and stopped short at the sight of what still needed to be done. There were at least forty-five more to do. Dana sighed and slumped back into her chair. Her eyes found their way to her partner, who was engrossed in one of his own files. He chewed on the end of his pen; his glasses riding a little low on the bridge of his nose. He pushed them up with his finger and she smiled. She had no idea why she found watching him so amusing. He looked so much better in his glasses. They gave him such an edge; a kind of fire and ice gaze that could either melt, or freeze you. Either way, you were mesmerized. Scully rested her chin in her palm. Yes, her partner was much more interesting. She sighed. "If you're going to stare at me much longer, I suggest a photograph." Dana straightened at the sound of his voice; her cheeks flushing. Mulder smiled, but kept his eyes on the file. His partner turned back to the mountain of files and began signing furiously. she told herself. She could hear him chuckling at his desk. Her eyes moved and glared at him. He just smiled. =+=+=+= An Hour Later =+=+=+= she thought. There was a knock at the door and Scully looked up from her laptop. "Come in," Mulder said from his desk. The door opened and Assistant Director Skinner walked in. "You have a few minutes agent Mulder?" he asked. Mulder nodded. "Alone?" Dana took the hint. "I'll be in forensics," she told them, even though she didn't really need to. She stood and walked into the hallway, closing the door behind her. And evil grin spread across her face. "Oh, I'll take the hint," she said to herself. "The hint *and* the opportunity." ==== "Sir..." "Mulder, I expect you to set a better example for younger and more impressionable agents." "I said I was sorry." "That's not the point. I'm still paying for the cafeteria incident you pulled last month." Well... Mulder couldn't argue with that. ==== Scully wandered the halls looking for a quiet place to... do some thinking. She had a sudden idea: 4th floor... ==== "Hello?" Dana asked quietly, poking her head through an office door. The place was empty. She smiled. ==== He couldn't believe it. Skinner had been standing in front of him chewing him out for ten minutes now. Mulder ran a hand over his face. He'd be glad for any kind of diversion... Skinner stopped momentarily and looked at the phone. "Aren't you going to answer that?" Mulder's eyes flicked to his superior, then back to the ringing phone. He reached over and snatched up the receiver. "Mulder," he answered. There was no voice on the other end. "Hello?" Still nothing. He could hear someone breathing on the other end. He glanced at Skinner who was waiting for the call to finish and busying himself by looking at the literature on Mulder's shelves. "Mulder," came the drawn out reply. Mulder immediately identified the voice as his partner's. He began to speak, to say her name, but she cut him off. "Shhh," she told him. "Don't tell him it's me." "Where are you?" he asked finally. Dana smiled and twirled in her chair. "Skinner's office," she replied. "You know what I'm wearing?" Mulder frowned. "Your navy suit?" he wondered. At least, that's what it looked like when she left. "Uh- uh." Fox turned away from Skinner. "Yes you are." "No, I'm not." "Then what *are* you wearing?" Scully put her feet up on Skinner's oak desk and leaned back in his chair; tugging on her blazer. "Absolutely nothing." Mulder swallowed a lump in his throat that had suddenly appeared. "Nothing?" It came out a little higher than he'd intended. "That's right... I'm sitting here, in Skinner's office, wearing nothing but a smile." Mulder glanced at Skinner, who was still at the book shelves. "You know what Mulder?" she asked. Her partner returned to the phone. "What?" "I've been thinking over the past few days and discovered that I have a few unresolved feelings for you." "W-what kind of feelings?" He wasn't sure he wanted to be talking about this now. Scully licked her lips and smiled at the photo of President Clinton on the wall. "Lustful feelings, Mulder," she told him, leaning back further in the chair. "Unbridled, unrestrained, uninhibited lust." She drew out the last word, hoping it would hook him. It did, and Mulder's breathing changed cadence. "Did you know that Mulder?" she asked. "Did you know that for years, I've wanted to feel your lips on mine? Your tongue in my mouth?" Scully was having a hard time not laughing. Mulder... was just having a hard time. "I've wanted to feel your hands scale my body since the day I met you." She smiled. "Have you felt the same about me?" Mulder closed his eyes. "Oh, yeah..." Skinner frowned. He turned to see Mulder practically melting into his chair. He cleared his throat and Mulder snapped to attention. Mulder thought. His face began to turn a bright shade of crimson and he cleared his throat. Oh, man. This was working better than she thought it would. Sure, it was kind of cruel since all he did was catch her watching him, but this was for all those times. Scully listened to him and grabbed a pen to twirl in her fingers. She was, of course, fully clothed. But he didn't know that... "Mulder..." she said softly. "Mmm?" "What are you doing?" "Trying to hide myself from Skinner." A wide grin spread across her face. "Can I do something to help?" she asked, teetering on the edge of hysteria. When he didn't answer, she spoke again. "Where is he?" "Who?" "Skinner." "At your desk. Reading your report." "Can he hear you?" she asked. "No. Not if I speak quietly." she challenged herself, then heard Mulder groan. "Mulder." He was silent. "Close your eyes." She waited a minute. "Are they closed?" "Yes," she heard him say. "Okay." "Picture me there. With you and without Skinner." Mulder smiled. "Feel me behind you, Mulder? I'm standing there right behind you dressed in--" "A black satin negligee." Mulder swallowed hard. "Feel me running my hands up your back; down your chest? I'm there, Mulder. I'm right there with you." Mulder knew he should hang up. But for some unknown reason, the receiver was glued to his ear; he couldn't let it go. Scully twirled around in the leather chair. "Feel me blow lightly on your neck? she continued. "Feel my lips there; my teeth on your ear?" Mulder tilted his head; feeling it, even though she wasn't really there. "I'm there Mulder. Tasting you." Her partner stifled a groan; beginning to feel himself straining against his pants. His eyes wandered to Skinner, who was still reading Scully's report. He had to try to keep his end of the conversation normal, but the sight of Scully, sitting in Skinner's leather chair... naked, made his head spin. "Mulder?" "W... what are you doing now?" he asked, straining to keep his voice monotone. Scully looked on Skinner's desk; her eyes drifting over a photo of his wife, other reports. She fingered his desk blotter. she thought. "My hands reach your stomach, Mulder, smoothing your shirt, feeling your warmth." Mulder straightened in his chair at the imaginary feeling of her hands. "They're moving lower, touching the soft leather of your belt." <'Soft leather of your belt'?> she chided herself; a hand covering her eyes. Scully put her feet up on Skinner's desk and crossed her legs at the ankle. Oh, God. She was so close. Not even two inches away. If she would just... "Touch it," she whispered. He didn't say anything; keeping his eyes closed. "Touch it, Mulder." Fox looked over at Skinner who was still flipping through her report on their last case. He swallowed hard. He couldn't believe what she had managed to do. She had made him completely aroused with just her words. And then the fact that she had actually said them turned him on even more. With one last look to Skinner, he inched his free hand to the bulge in his pants. He bit his lip and moaned softly. Scully smiled. When she spoke, her voice reflected the opposite of her image. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she told him. "Yeah..." he grunted softly. "You know why?" Mulder shook his head, shifting under his hand. "No." "Do you want me to tell you?" "Yes." "Do you really?" "Yesss..." "It feel goos because it's me, Mulder. That's my hand." "Oh... God..." His hand began to move slowly; back and forth over himself. His hips shifted involuntarily. He closed his eyes and hung his head forward. Oh, this was great! This was so great. She had him at her mercy *over the phone*. The door to Skinner's office opened and his secretary, Kimberly, stuck her head in. "What are you doing in here?" she asked. Scully covered the receiver with her hand. "I'm waiting for AD Skinner," she replied. "He's in your office." "Oh, really?" Scully chuckled. "And I've been waiting here for an hour." Kim looked at her strangely, then shut the door. Just the thought of it being Scully's hand instead of his own, excited him to the point of breaking. He couldn't do this. The Assistant Director was right there... In the same room, but he couldn't stop. The visions of his partner clouded his mind. His hand sped up slightly and he groaned softly. "Tell me more..." he whispered. Scully could tell by his tone and the urgency in his breathing that he was close. She smiled. "Please... Oh, God..." Scully smiled and took in a deep breath. "Well Mulder, it's been fun, but I gotta go." Mulder's eyes flew open and his hand froze. "What?" He'd said that a little louder than anticipated and had attracted the AD's attention. "What do you mean 'I've got to go'?" "I mean I'm hungry. I want to go get lunch." "No," he said. "No. You're going to stay on the phone and tell me--" His voice cut off at what he was about to say. Mulder's eyes flicked to Skinner. "Why you're calling." Scully laughed and hung up the phone after something that sounded like "See you sucker." ==== Scully laughed all the way to lunch, through lunch and after lunch. She was now on her way back to the office, wiping the tears from her eyes. Sure, it was really cruel what she did. But, she thought that could be for all the times he's messed with her. Now it was even. She hushed herself at the door and pushed it open cautiously. If he wasn't in there, she could leave him a nasty note and skip out on work early. But no such luck. He was sitting at his desk, as cool as ever. As if it had never happened. Scully stopped at the door and watched him for his reaction. He merely looked up at her with a stone-cold face and spoke only four words: "You... are *so* dead." ==== THE END September 27, 1996 ==== "I have decided that I want everything. I always get what I want. I have decided that I want everything. I want everything." --The Northern Pikes "Everything" "Is it blood she wants--- is it blood she wants from me." --The Northern Pikes -- "Blood She Wants" Stay tuned for...... Phone Wars2: The Answering Machine "Anyone want *that* one?" --Richard in "Caroline in the City"