Pizza and a Beer (1/1) **NC-17** by Leyla Harrison (starbuck72@netaxis.ca) Summary: Mulder and Scully decide to find out if there's any chemistry between them. No X-File here. Are there ever X-Files in my stories? :) God, the relationshipper in me is getting worse and worse. All I can think about are Mulder and Scully in bed. Or in other compromising positions. I'd better stop here before I give away what little plot there is to this story. Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations... Disclaimer: Well, you might be surprised to hear this, but the characters of Dana Scully and Fox Mulder don't belong to me. Really, they don't! I just sit here and shamelessly use them, as if they were mine. You-know-who really owns them, and if he ever feels like officially renting them out, he knows he should call me. (Right, Mr. Carter? Mr. Carter?) WARNING: **Mulder/Scully romance ahead (and NC-17 at that) - read on at your own risk!** A very special thanks to Lea, for editing. I'm considering hiring her full time!! And now, on with the show! ***** Dana Katherine Scully moved the curtains to one side slightly and peered out her living room window. She dropped the curtains as soon as she saw the car parked in front of her house. "Damn!" she muttered. He was still there. She could bet that he could see her looking out as well. She silently cursed herself for leaving the lights on, then went to shut them off, so that she could look out the window again without anyone knowing she was doing it. God damn it, Mulder, she thought, won't you just back off? The shrill ringing of her cel phone from where it rested on the table by the door startled her, and she jumped. This time she cursed aloud. "Shit!" She took a deep breath, released it, and then went to answer her cel phone. "Scully." "It's me," she heard Mulder's voice. Abruptly, Scully hung up. Then she stared at the cel phone in her hand, willing it to ring again. I shouldn't have hung up so quickly, she was realizing. I'm sure I could have come up with a few choice words. The phone in her apartment began to ring. Scully set down the cel phone and waited. Three rings and the answering machine picked up. "Hi, this is Dana Scully. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you." "Scully, it's me. I don't know why you hung up on me. Well, I'm still out here. But I guess you already knew that. I saw you peeking out behind the curtains. Bye." Mulder hung up. Scully slammed her fist against the wall, hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to do any damage. She sat down on her couch, all the lights in her apartment off. The room was frighteningly silent. After hearing a car's engine start and drive away, she got up and went to the window hopefully. It wasn't Mulder driving away. His car was still parked right in front of her house, and she could see him chewing on something in the driver's seat. Probably sunflower seeds. He rolled down the window and spit something out. Sunflower seeds, all right. Scully sat back down on the couch. It was going to be a long night. ***** A few hours later, Scully was awakened by the ringing of her cel phone. She picked it up from where it sat next to her on the couch, and answered automatically, her mind still half-asleep. "Scully," she muttered into the phone. "Hi, Scully, it's me. I just got a pizza delivered. Want me to come up and we can split it?" Scully opened her eyes, realizing she was still in the dark in her living room, on her couch. Her arms and legs ached from the awkward position she had falen asleep in. "Mulder, how many times do I have to tell you to go home?" Mulder chuckled. "At least you're talking to me now," he said. "So can I bring this pizza up? It's half pepperoni, your favorite," he tried to tempt her. Scully's stomach rumbled slightly, as if on cue. "What's the other half?" she asked, out of curiosity. "Mushroom, onion, green pepper, pineapple and anchovy," he answered proudly. "My favorite." "Mulder, I don't want you to come up here. I don't want to see you." There was a moment of silence. Then Mulder spoke, his voice serious. "Scully, you can't hide from me forever. Tomorrow morning you have to come to work and share the office with me." Scully sighed. "I know," she answered. "So you'd might as well let me come up now. See me. Let me see you. Get it over with. Hey, it might make tomorrow easier." I doubt it, Scully thought. With the amount of sexual tension you and I manage to create...nothing short of tearing each other's clothes off could make it easier. "Fine," she said. "We can eat the pizza and then you are going home." "I'll be right up," Mulder answered. Scully could have sworn that he sounded happy, like a little kid on Christmas. ***** Mulder was knocking at the door before Scully even had a chance to turn the lights back on. Sighing, she went to open the door and let Mulder in. He was holding a pizza box, but when he saw the darkened apartment, he pushed his way inside and kicked the door shut. He put the pizza down on the table, taking Scully by the shoulders, pushing her towards the bedroom. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?" "I thought..." Mulder started to say, then realized that the lights being off were not meant as mood lighting. "Oh, Scully...I thought, well...oh, shit." Mulder reached for a lamp and turned it on, finding Scully laughing, one hand over her mouth. "What's so funny?" "Oh, Mulder, I don't know," Scully managed to get out through her giggles. "This whole situation is ridiculous. Do you still think we've got unresolved sexual tension? Another minute and we would have resolved it." Mulder nodded. "I don't know, but I'm hungry. Let's eat the pizza." He picked up the pizza box and headed into the kitchen. "You want plates or do you want to just eat from the box?" he called. "Just grab some napkins," Scully called back, turning on the TV. "And there should be a few beers in the fridge." Mulder came back into the living room and set the pizza down on the coffee table. "Anything good on?" Mulder asked, indicating the television. "Mulder, it's the middle of the night. All that's on are those silly sci-fi..." she trailed off. "Well," she said after a beat, "there's nothing on that *I'd* be interested in watching." Mulder smiled. Scully returned the smile and channel surfed until she found something she could deal with and that she knew Mulder would likely enjoy - The Thin Man. Mulder popped open a beer. "So," he said, conversationally, "what are we going to do about all this?" Scully was busy opening the pizza box and taking a slice of pepperoni, which she held carefully. She nibbled a bit of the end. "This is good pizza," she said, after chewing and swallowing the fisrt bite. "Scully?" Mulder asked. "Hm?" she answered, her mouth full with the second bite. "You want to figure out if we have some unresolved sexual tension between us or not?" Scully set down the slice of pizza, wiping her hands with a napkin. "I thought that's what you were trying to do in the office this afternoon." Mulder shrugged. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to try." He took a few swallows of the beer and picked up a piece of pizza from the other side of the box. "Mulder, you practically attacked me!" "I did nothing of the kind!" "Mulder, pinning me against the wall of the office, running your hands over me, like you were some kind of animal, and leaning in to smell my neck--" "And kiss your neck," Mulder added, causing Scully to flush slightly. "Is considered sexual harrassment," Scully went on, "In some cases, it could be construed as sexual assault." "Scully," Mulder said reasonably, after a few bites of his pizza, "you and I both know that I did not attack you. I didn't sexually harrass you. I didn't assault you." Scully took one of the beers and popped it open, taking a few long swigs. "I know," she replied sheepishly. "But what was it?" Mulder shrugged again. "I told you, I was trying to see if there was any sexual tension between us. Anything unresolved." "If you wanted to know all that," Scully said, picking up her slice of pizza again, "why didn't you just kiss me?" Mulder froze. Scully was innocently eating her pizza. She looked up at him. He was still holding his slice. "What did I say?" she asked, pretending she didn't know. Mulder didn't respond for a moment. "You know, Scully," he finally said, "you could have kissed me." Scully set down her pizza and came over to his side of the couch, sitting down next to him. "Look," she said, "we should just do this. Get it over with. It won't mean anything. We'll just do it..." "So we know," Mulder finished for her. "To resolve it once and for all." Scully nodded, trying not to betray her nervousness. "OK," he said, and wiped his mouth with his napkin. There was an awkward moment. Neither of them knew who should make the first move. Finally, Scully leaned in. She took hold of his shoulders, pulling him gently yet firmly towards her, her lips finally descending on his. It won't mean anything, Mulder was reminding himself as Scully's face got closer and closer to his. To be able to see her exquisite features this close...to smell the faint odor of her perfume...to have her hair brush agaist his face...Mulder closed his eyes and felt her mouth on his. Her lips were sweet and soft, but he could still taste the sharpness from the pepperoni on her lips. They parted and Mulder felt his tongue slip inside without warning. One of her hands was in his hair, and one was around his back, trailing her fingers down it. Oh, my God, he thought. The electricity of the kiss and the tender passion of it made him grow hard almost immediately. He put one arm around her to draw her closer to him. He was able to run his own fingers through her auburn hair, pulling her head back slightly, gently, so that he could kiss her more fully. He could feel her shifting so that her body was pressing up against his. This is Scully, he tried to remind himself. My partner. My friend. It was futile. The woman entwined in his arms and he were engaged in much more than a friendly kiss. It won't mean anything, she had said. Bullshit, he thought. The pizza was forgotten. Scully tried to hold back a sigh. His lips were warm and moist. His strong arms were holding her. He paused at one point and broke the kiss, for a moment, a second. They looked each other in the eye for a moment. Then Mulder took Scully's face in his two hands and kissed her again, in a hotter, more intense style of they had just been doing. His hands were still on her face, his thumbs in front of her ears, in back, rubbing her skin gently. Scully pressed herself closer to him. Her breasts felt heavy and full, and she could feel her nipples, hard and taut against her shirt. Desperate for stimulation, she brushed her chest across his, letting a small moan escape her lips as she felt her nipples rubbing against him. Mulder felt what she was doing. He could feel the points of her nipples on his chest. Oh, Jesus, he thought. Oh, God. Scully felt his tongue probing, exploring her mouth. A tingle of excitement went through her as she thought about what an incredible mouth he had. Just from what he was doing, she got an idea of what he could do, and she shuddered slightly. She could feel him gasping for breath. Every fantasy she had thought of in the past flooded her now. She wanted him to pull her down onto the couch, under him, on top of him...she didn't care. She had an intense need to be with him, to be part of him, both physically and emotionally. "I want you," she gasped. She could feel him tracing small, infinite circles behind her ear with his tongue, his fingers achingly close to her nipples. "Mulder, please..." He could hear the unbridled desire, the passion, the hunger in her voice. Something stopped him. He reluctantly pulled away from her. He took a deep breath. Tried to control his ragged breathing. He knew he would have to sit there for a few minutes before he could get up, or Scully would be able to tell that he wanted her just as badly, maybe more. Scully was breathing hard as well. She licked her now dry lips. She took a few deep breaths. Her eyes were filled with desire and longing. Her hair was slightly tousled. Get it together, Dana, she warned herself. Wipe that come-hither look off your face. She knew it was there. She just didn't know how to get rid of it. She's so fucking sexy, Mulder thought to himself, visions of pulling her down onto the floor and making love to her dancing in his head. "Did it mean anything to you?" he finally asked, trying to sound conversational. He had to know. If it didn't, they could finish their pizza. They could go on with their lives. He could still fantasize, couldn't he? God, what had just happened would give him fantasy material for years. If it did mean something...if it did, he didn't know what he would do. Oh, God, he thought, I want her. I want every part of her. Scully blinked. "Well," she said, somehow managing to switch her mind into a clinical mode, "physically, it was, of course, very, um, arousing." Mulder nodded, raking a hand through his hair. The light mood of earlier was gone. The air was now charged with the electrical static from what had just happened between them. "Emotionally, or rather psychologically, it was..." "Incredible," Mulder murmured. Scully nodded slightly, almost imperceptably. "It wouldn't work, Mulder," Scully informed him, her fears getting the better of her. She knew what he was thinking. He was thinking relationship with a capital R. He was thinking sex with a capital S. What was she thinking? Sex with Mulder. A relationship with Mulder. It was a bit too much to fathom. Although what had just happened...it was more than she had ever dreamed of of wanted. "Right, just like it wouldn't mean anything," Mulder shot back. Scully bit her bottom lip. "It *would* work. It would work fine. Scully, I felt you wanting me. And not just physically. I felt you emotionally wanting me. Just like I want you." His voice was strong, determined. He's so damn sure of himself, she thought. So cocky. "Mulder, don't you think it would be so much easier if we were just friends?" she asked him, her voice slightly pleading. Mulder wanted to take her by the shoulders and kiss her again like he had before. He wanted to show her how easy it could be for them to be more than friends. Sure, he thought, it might be easier to stay friends. To stay partners. To not cross that line. But it wouldn't be happier, or more exciting. "OK," he said. "If you can forget what just happened, and look me in the eye and tell me it didn't mean anything to you, then I'll drop it. We can be friends." Scully's eyes darted around the room nervously. "It didn't mean anything." She couldn't - wouldn't - meet his eyes. "Can you forget about it? Can you pretend it never happened?" he asked. A long moment of silence. Then, finally, she shook her head, still not looking at him. "I can't," she whispered, her voice almost inaudible. Mulder wanted to sigh. He wanted to envelop her in a hug. After years of working together, and sharing only the slightest of physical contact, he realized that in the last few hours he had wanted to touch her in some way more than he ever had before. "Me neither." Scully sighed for both of them, turning to finally look at him. "Scully--" "I need some time, Mulder. I don't know what to think right now. My head is buzzing. We can't just plunge into this, letting our hormones be our guides." "You're right," he answered, surprising them both. "How about this. I'll head home. We'll both get some sleep, and we can talk about it tomorrow." Scully looked up at him. She was puzzled but pleased. "Okay." ***** THE NEXT MORNING FBI HEADQUARTERS X-FILES DIVISION Mulder came in early, expecting some time alone before Scully showed up. He was surprised to find that she was already there. She looked up when he came in. "Hi," he greeted her, trying to sound casual when the mere sight of her aroused him beyond belief. She stood up, coming around the desk towards him. Mulder took the sight of her in greedily. Seven hours of not seeing her had done nothing to persuade him that they should abandon what they had discussed. Every moment that they had been apart had been hell for him. He had seen her in his mind every second, as if she was actually there. She was wearing a slim black skirt, just above the knee, cream silk shirt, black jacket. Her gold cross glittered at her neck. Her hair was swept back, as usual. Nothing so unusual about her outfit. It was basically what she wore every day. But, Mulder thought, her lips were...oh, God, Mulder thought, they're so full. I want to kiss her. I want to... "Hi," he said, approaching her, trying to hide all traces of desire. "Scully, about last night..." She cut him off. She came up close to him and kissed him, hard. Without hesitation, Mulder stepped back towards the door, pulling her with him and kicked the door of the office closed behind him. "Mulder," she sighed into his ear, her breath hot. It made his body tingle. "Scully, I thought we were going to talk," he said, pulling his mouth from hers for a moment. "I thought we were going to sleep on it and think about it." "I don't want to talk. I want you. I was wrong last night." She paused, taking in his face. The past seven hours had been no easier for her. She had tried to sleep all night, but even in the darkness of her bedroom, with her eyes closed or open, she could see him. She could imagine him, kissing her, touching her. It had driven her wild. "Are you sure about--" "Shut up, Mulder," she said, covering his mouth with hers again. He pulled her into his arms, turning, pushing her up against the door of the office. Reaching behind her, he fumbled for the lock. "No one's here this early," she told him. "I don't want to take any chances," he replied. He couldn't stop thinking about her all night. Lying in bed, alone, he had realized that he wanted her, needed her, more than he had ever wanted or needed anyone. She took one of his hands and placed it on her thigh, moving it under her skirt. He felt the satiny nylon of her stockings. "Mulder, I don't care about what I said last night. You were right," she whispered into his ear, her voice husky. Mulder slid his hand up higher, pushing her skirt up as he did. His cock was rock hard. "Scully," he gasped. "You don't know what you do to me." He moved his arm so that his hand was inside her stockings, not believing that he was doing this. That she was allowing it. But she was doing more than allowing it. She was encouraging it with her soft groans. He moved inside her panties, probing, sliding his fingers between her lips, finding her wet. Very wet. She moaned softly. "You don't know what you do to me," she answered, a smile on her lips. Mulder reached for his zipper with his free hand. He found her hands there, helping him. He pulled his pants down, off his hips, low enough down. He knew they would eventually slide down to his ankles. He didn't care. He moved closer to her. "Scully--" "Just do it, Mulder," she pleaded. Mulder pulled her stockings down, pushing them to her knees. He pushed up against her, fingering her again, trying to make sure that she was completely open for him. She was. He thrust into her in one swift movement. "Ahh!" he cried out. "Mulder," she moaned, clutching at his back. "Oh, God, yes." He moved within her quickly, in short, sharp strokes. She was gasping as he thrusted in and out. Their breathing was erratic. "Scully," he gasped, "Scully, God, oh God." He slowed hs movement so that the strokes were slower, easing himself deep into her, then back out, almost completely out, the back in again. She sighed and closed her eyes, her head thrown back. "Mulder," she sighed, still holding on to him. He increased the speed of his movements, and used her breathing and her moans to judge what she liked best. Mulder moved his hand between them, knowing that they were both so close, sliding his hand over her stomach, his finger down, lower, until he was just above her clitoris. "Mulder!" she cried. "Mulder, I'm--" She didn't have to finish. He knew she was about to come. He slipped his finger over her clitoris, flicking it gently a few times, adding to the pleasure that was about to engulf her. She clutched at him and bucked wildly. Her cries mingled with his as he exploded in her, and she spasmed around him. When their bodies had calmed down, they replaced their clothing. No words were spoken. Mulder kissed her tenderly. "I love you," he murmured in her ear. She grinned. Her smile couldn't hide the blush that had crept over her cheeks. "How about you stop by tonight? We can...do this again? In a bed this time. And maybe even have a little foreplay." He smiled back. "I'd like that. Oh, and Scully?" "Yeah?" "Do you love me?" "Of course I do," she answered with a smile, a sexy, loving smile he didn't think he had ever seen before. A smile he knew was reserved just for him. It made him weak in the knees to see it now. To know what it meant. "Don't forget," she added, "bring a pizza and some beer." ***** END