Date sent: Fri, 7 Nov 1997 00:02:46 -0600 Subject: Frustration From: mamymac@juno.com (Amy E McMasters) TITLE: Frustration AUTHOR: Crash RATING: NC-17, Language and sex CATEGORY: MSR, mild Angst SPOILERS: None KEYWORDS: Mulder and Scully Romance SUMMARY: Frustration and office fever get the better of Mulder and Scully. DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I didn't have the good fortune to think of such a brilliant series and therefore am still excessively poor and not worthy of suing. I'm making no money from this and no infringement is intended. The X-Files in all its glory belong to CC and 10-13 Productions. AUTHOR'S RAMBLING: 5 months is a long, bloody time to make someone wait for the answer to something isn't it? But I suppose I wouldn't watch the show if I didn't love the angst. This story is the result of my own frustration of wanting to see the season premiere as well as see my favorite G-people do something very unprofessional. On another note: Although I'm very much a dopey romantic, I'd love to see Mulder and Scully get together with flowers and wine and sweet nothings--ain't gonna happen, if (*when* in my true opinion) these two get together it's going to be anything but sappy. Smoldering and intense are excellent words. With those words in mind, I wrote this little piece of mind candy (anti-shippers this is your only warning). I humbly beg for feedback, to be sent to me at mamymac@juno.com, however I will wipe my feet on any flames. I only give constructive criticism so I wish to receive only the same. FRUSTRATION By Crash "What was *that*?" her question was flat, but demanded an answer. He'd just kissed his partner's neck. He was tired and they'd been working on that paperwork for hours. His frustration with work and with the way things were between them had been getting the better of him all day. They had spent two whole weeks working on nothing but paperwork. Being in the office so much kept him in very close proximity to his partner. They'd bumped into each other, brushed a little to close, and bantered one too many times. When she'd called him over to double check something, he'd leaned over her shoulder to stare at her computer, but some how the screen's image didn't draw him in. Instead, the faint smell of her perfume and shampoo led his traitorous lips to the softness of her neck. "Uh..." The room spun. She whipped around in her chair to face him. Hazel locked with ice blue. He fully expected her to be angry. He fully expected her to slap him or shoot him again. Her eyes were flashing and he became dimly aware she had placed her small hands on his shoulders. She hadn't hit him...yet. She was merely staring at him. He didn't see anger there, but something much more intense. She licked her bottom lip. She then stood up and he went along with her. He was petrified. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. "Scully, I..." "Kissed me," she supplied. He nodded like a child with its hand caught in the cookie jar. He had shut his eyes, this was all too much. She was going to kill him, that was it, he was a dead man. Or worse, she'd leave the X-Files. He began to shake his head and he tried to back away from her. He wanted to fly from that room, to leave behind his sheer mortification. But those tiny hands held fast to his wrists. His eyes flew open and she pulled him to her. "Damn you, Mulder." He fully expected her to knee him in the groin, but no, she did the strangest thing. She kissed him. Hard. Then she was sucking on his bottom lip and then thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He pulled away from her, confusion washing over his face. "Finish what you started, Mulder," it was a command. "No," he said quietly, "not here." She blinked. He bent and touched his lips to her forehead. He walked back to his desk and grabbed his jacket and shrugged into it. He looked at her again. She was standing with her arms crossed over her chest. He felt like he was suffocating, so he pushed past her and walked out the door. XxX She walked into her apartment and slammed her purse and coat against the wall next to the door. She pulled the door shut and threw the lock. She leaned back against the hard wood and groaned into the darkness. She was exhausted, but that was no excuse for what had just happened back at the office and she knew it. Frustration, that was the culprit. They'd been way too close for comfort all day. She'd been startled when she first felt his lips on her neck and then excited, aroused. She had long ago resigned herself that some day the barriers would come crashing in and they'd have to deal with their feelings for one another. She'd foolishly fantasized about wine and roses, not a stolen kiss over paperwork. And then the bastard had ended it just as quickly as it began. She had seriously entertained the idea of going to his apartment and shooting him again. After all, he deserved it. He had teased her and left her hanging. She sobbed to the darkness of her apartment. She had really reached the breaking point. "Fuck you, Mulder." "I'd prefer to make love to you, Scully," his disembodied voice came from some where near the vicinity of her couch. Startled, she flipped the light switch next to the door. His coat and tie were thrown over the back of the couch, his collar was unbuttoned. He sat sprawled across the piece of furniture like a damp rag. His eyes pierced the air as he gazed at her. Anger erupted from her as she screamed something unintelligible and crossed the distance between them. She drew her hand back to slap him and brought it down hard but he caught it and pulled her onto his lap. With his free hand he grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. He brushed a tear away with his thumb. She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but her efforts were useless against his strength. He turned her body, gripping both shoulders and forced her down onto the couch. He bent his head and kissed her roughly. After a tortuously long time, he took his mouth from hers. She had stopped crying, but her eyes were still crackling with anger. "Mulder, you sonuvabitch! Why are you always leaving me when I need you? When I want you..." the tears came rushing back. She felt so helpless and vulnerable. She'd lost all control. She wanted so desperately to fight her feelings for him but she couldn't. He'd made it impossible to even pretend they didn't exist. He let go of her arms and pushed away to the other side of the couch. She sat bolt up and grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands. He sat motionless. "I'm sorry," he said weakly, "I never meant to hurt you." She shook her head and then shook him, "It's not fair, Mulder," she cried, "I can't hide anymore, I can't take it...this is torture." "I agree, Agent Scully." He covered her mouth with his and pulled her to him tightly until the sobs subsided. She was kissing him now, ferociously. She pushed him down on the couch and felt his erection under her. She gasped. She pulled back and ripped off his shirt and placed her hands on his chest, running them up and down. He pulled down the zipper of her blazer and pushed it off of her shoulders. "Take off the t shirt, Scully." She did and he removed the tattered remains of his shirt. With the shirt gone, she moved to take off her bra, but he stopped her and pulled the garment off himself. He bent his head to take one of her breasts into his mouth. "God, Mulder..." He laved at one nipple then moved to the other. She tossed her head back and moaned. She traced his long, hard length through his trousers before pulling the zipper down and snaking a hand inside. She slid her index finger up to unfasten the button, trailing the rest of her fingers along his sex. "Scully..." her name came out in a ragged rasp. She pushed away from him and stood up. She crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at him. She was still angry with him, although she was becoming less sure why. The needle of desire was weaving it's way to her core. XxX Dimly, it became apparent to him she was scared he'd bolt again. He had realized from her earlier reaction, she'd thought his leaving the office was a poorly planned ditch. He felt a niggle of guilt, but he had no intention of leaving ow and he aimed to show her. He couldn't bear to let her stand there seething at him with her bare breasts heaving in front of him like that. He stood and towered over her. Her blue eyes looked upward and locked on him. "Leaving again, Mulder?" He roughly grabbed both of her shoulders and slanted his mouth over hers. When he pulled back he growled, "Not on your life, Scully. I didn't want to leave things the way they were in the office. I was just concerned Skinner would pick an inopportune moment to pay us a visit." The anger faded from her face and a wicked smile took its place. She shrugged out of his grip and turned from him and began to walk away. "Where the *hell* do you think you're going, Scully." She turned her face and smiled at him. She remained silent for what seemed terribly too long. "The bedroom, Mulder." XxX After four long years of unresolved desire, she finally had him in her bedroom. He was standing just out of her reach, breathing raggedly. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them towards her dresser. She pulled hers down and threw them in the same direction. She eyed him closely as he crossed the distance to her. She expected him to throw her on the bed at that moment, but he brought his face very close to her. She shut her eyes in anticipation of another bone crushing kiss, but he spoke instead. "I don't ever *want* to ditch you, Scully. It's just that I have this overwhelming desire to protect you because you're all I've got. If I lose you I will have *nothing*. The prospect of having nothing doesn't all appeal to me." Before she could respond, he finally threw her on the bed. His kiss was harsh and full of need. She would never willingly leave him. Her life would be so empty without him. But she allowed herself to become swept up in the tidal wave a desire that was pushing them both towards oblivion. She peeled the heather gray boxer briefs from his lean form and touched him lightly. He broke their kiss and stared into her eyes before pulling off her panties and throwing them aside. His eyes raked over her bare body. She licked her bottom lip. XxX As she ran her small pink tongue over her bottom lip he felt like he was going to explode. He lowered his mouth to hers and took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked hard. She gasped. He forced his tongue into her mouth and began to duel with her tongue. He light touches to his sex had become much more intent and he moved his fingers to the soft folds at her center. He pushed his index finger inside. She was so wet he felt his erection twitch with anticipation. He slowly began to probe her. Her breath quickened and she moaned into his mouth. He thought he saw stars. "Mulder..." "What, Scully?" She broke off into an unintelligible moan. "Do you like it when I touch you there?" She nodded almost imperceptibly. He increased his pace and she began to writhe. It was almost too much for him to take, but he was enjoying watching her.o He wanted to draw this out. He had to take her over the edge first, he just had to see it. "If you liked that, you'll love this Scully." XxX She had shut her eyes and felt him grasp her hips. She felt his long, lean body slide down hers. Then she felt his mouth on her hot center. His tongue was teasing her, tasting her and she felt like she'd come apart at the seams. "MULDER," her cry was insistent. He was drawing lazy circles inside her and taking her to a place she wasn't sure she'd been before. She felt his thumb flick at her sensitive bundle of nerves and her hips bucked wildly. He kept up a steady pace with his mouth and thumb as she edged closer and and closer to her release. Just as she was about to come, he stopped. Her eyes flew open and she started to raise her head when she saw his face and felt one of his strong arms push her back onto the bed. She looked into his eyes and saw the raw need there. He was quickly losing his control and she suddenly felt very powerful. "Scully, I..." She touched a finger to his lips. "Now, Mulder. I want you inside me." He positioned himself to enter her and with one quick thrust he was there. "Oh God Mulder." XxX He couldn't believe how good she felt. How ready she'd been for him. He began a slow pace, hoping to preserve his last threads of self-control, but the moment she murmured, "I love you," he could wait no longer. His thrusts came hard and fast and she was meeting each one. The moved together in perfect sychronicity building towards the ultimate crescendo. He felt her lower body begin to tense and he knew she was close, as was he. He slipped his thumb back down to her center and stroked. She screamed his name as she soared to her climax taking him with her. He collapsed on top of her gulping for air. "Scully...love you..." XxX Hours later, in the dark of her room, she woke in the tangle of his arms. She was taken aback by how wild they'd been. Their lovemaking had been firestorm, yet love had been at the center of that storm. She pushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes and sighed. His eyes flipped open and she looked down at him and smiled. "Hey." He shifted up on an elbow and traced her jaw with his finger. His lopsided grin cracked his face, "Hey, yourself." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "Mulder, this week has been so...frustrating. I've felt like I was ready to break the whole time. What has been going on?" "Do you feel frustrated now, Scully?" "Absolutely not," she chuckled. "I'd say that's your answer, four years worth. Feel better?" "Absolutely...I love you, Mulder." "I love you too." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX