From: shinkai@mlode.com (Susan Shinkai) Subject: Completed Story: Scully's Response Date sent: Sun, 28 Sep 1997 19:37:38 -0700 Title: Scully's Response Author: Shinkai E-mail Address: shinkai@mlode.com Rating: NC 17 for sexual situations Classification: SH Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Spoilers: None Summary: Sequel to Mulder's Message. Scully made Mulder pay for embarrassing her by subjecting him to "discipline sessions". Now she discovers the down side of too much control and wants Mulder to help her lose it. Author's Note: If you haven't read "Mulder's Message" this story will still make sense. However, it is actually a better and shorter story so give it a look first if you can. Hard line anti-shippers will most likely find this revolting so don't even start. And just so your aware, I have a very warped sense of romance. Disclaimer: Most of characters and situations in this story are not the legal property of the author or her agents. Their use is not intended to be an infringement to the rights of the legal owners. Use and distribution of this story is for non-commercial entertainment purposes only. SCULLY'S RESPONSE It had been a long week for Fox Mulder. His friend and partner, Dana Scully had spent everyday trying to get him to see things her way. That wasn't anything unusual between the X-files pair, except this week the argument included the use of handcuffs, chains, blindfolds, personal lubricant and a lot of ice. Way back on Monday through a series of very unlike events, Mulder accidentally recorded himself on his answering machine while he was having an orgasm in the office, moaning Scully's name. Scully was the first to hear the message and was shocked and appalled, on the verge of filing harassment charges. Mulder was so desperate to earn her forgiveness, he said he'd do anything for her. She devised a plan that was intended to make him more aware of her feelings, while making him more aware of his own self-center nature, especially when it came to issues of control and sex. He would be physically restrained in a sexually provocative position and she would calmly tell him her sexual fantasies, fantasies that featured him, then he would have to repeat the story to her. All the while, he was forbidden to stimulate himself in anyway but her words. If he tried to masturbate or if he made a mistake while telling the story, he would be punished. While Scully never seemed to be excited by this unusual arrangement, Mulder was in an almost constant state of arousal. At the end of each session, she would leave and allow him to time to privately satisfy himself before she released him from the restraints. The first day was the most intense but once he knew what to expect, Mulder handled it well. His sex urges and responses finally waned but that was due to exhaustion as much as conditioning. Scully's careful use of an alter ego, the "Mistress of Fire and Ice" as Mulder dubbed her, and deliberately staying out his field of vision during most these sessions, allowed them to keep this separate from their professional relationship. She always called him Fox during the sessions, as a sign of her control over his wishes. They did the sessions early in the morning or after hours, but always in the office. Scully did this deliberately since that's where the original offense occurred. She always emphasized that she didn't want to hurt him and treated him gently whenever he became overly distressed. She also stressed repeatedly that her fantasies were not wishes and that although he was a passionate lover in her dreams, she had no interest in seeking that kind of relationship in real life. This whole business was to make sure Mulder didn't allow his wet dreams about Scully to interfere with their real partnership. And to teach him a few lessons about mutual respect, in the hope that he'd stop treating her like crap to protect his own ego. Their last session ended that Friday morning. Scully told Mulder of her fantasy of being abducted together and forced to engage in very kinky sex. Mulder was not just turned on by the sexual images but by her attention to details concerning abductions. he thought to himself, as he had his last office orgasm. When Scully returned, she found Agent Tom Colton hanging around the office door. He'd been curious ever since he saw her react to Mulder's message. So curious in fact that he got in Mulder's away and his nose was accidentally broken, taking him out of commission for most of the week. Scully didn't appreciate anybody invading Mulder's privacy so she "accidentally" bumped a stack of file boxes behind him which fell over him like a ton of bricks. She ignored him as she re-entered the office, saying out loud "someone should really clean up this mess." Once in the office she released Mulder and told him they were finished with these sessions. He had shown the necessary control over his body's reaction to sexual stimulus. He had also demonstrated a better understanding of how she perceived the world. She announced "The Mistress of Fire and Ice is going into retirement." Mulder replied with a grin "It's about time that bitch got out of our office. And I hope she takes the asshole, Fox, with her." The rest of the day when surprisingly well. It was a slow week in the world of the paranormal, but Mulder had earned some brownie points for putting some time in at the Violent Crime Section while Colton was out of comission. Scully's analysis of an series of autopsy reports led to a minor breakthrough in a criminal prosecution trial. There were a few X-files related follow ups for next week and the full moon would rise Monday night - a sign that they might have a new case soon. Mulder reviewed files while waiting for Scully to return from the court house. His new combo phone and answering machine chimed loudly. (Mulder chose a phone that chimed instead of one that beeped or buzzed. Everything else beeped - his watch, his computer, his cell phone - and he wanted a phone that really sounded like a phone.) "X-files, Agent Mulder." he answered. "Fox, this is Mrs. Scully. Have you and Dana settled things between each other?" Mrs. Scully knew Dana had devised some form of penance for Mulder but would have never guessed the extreme nature of her daughter's "conditioning sessions." Mulder smiled at the thought. "We've worked out an understanding." After all, Mrs. Scully was the one who advised him to do what ever task Scully put forth for him if he want to make up for his indiscretion. Mrs. Scully continued "I know Dana hasn't returned from court yet but maybe you could tell me if you two are coming for dinner tomorrow night." Mulder knew nothing about a dinner invitation. Scully did mention something about having plans for Saturday evening. "Actually, Mrs. Scully, I think Dana has a date." She chuckled softly. "Well, I'm glad you didn't lose your sense of humor. I'll expect you around 6:30. That will give you time to get back to Alexandria early afterwards." " Mrs. Scully, I don't think you understand...." "What? Are you spending the night at Dana's place?" the sound of fake shock in her voice. "No, no, nothing like that! It's just that..." "Oh." Mrs. Scully was a little disappointed. "Well, Fox, it's won't be anything fancy. I hope you like spaghetti. It's a old family recipe." Mulder's mind flashed to Scully first erotic story. "Uh... go easy on the garlic. I don't want to taste it all night." Mrs. Scully took the hint he didn't mean to give and said. "See you Saturday night, give Dana a kiss for me." she thought as she hung up. It was just after five when Scully returned to the office. "Mulder, you didn't have to wait for me." "It's OK. I was just finishing up with these old cases. By the way, your mother called." "Did you take a message?" "She expects us for dinner at 6:30 tomorrow night." "What? Oh, I forgot. Monday she wanted me to ask you over for dinner. I guess it slipped my mind." "Too busy devising tortures?" "I guess I'd better call her and cancel." "What and miss out on a free dinner? You may have plans but I still want to go. Think she'll feed me if I show up alone?" Scully paused for a moment and studied Mulder's smiling face. "Actually, I think I changed my mind. We'll both go to her place for dinner and as far as my other plans, maybe you can help me out." "Anything, just name it." he replied cheerfully. "Can you spare a couple of hours after dinner Saturday night?" "I can spend all night if I have to." he teased. Recalling his training sessions, he added "If you want me to, that is." Scully smiled at his efforts to be sincere and said. "Two hours is fine. And bring your work out clothes, the T-shirt and sweat pants...."she hesitated for a moment, turned slightly red and said "....and one of your favorite videos." She quickly looked away. He couldn't believe his ears. Scully wanting a porno film? "One of 'those' videos?" "Yes" she answered hastily. "No questions, OK?" "Sure, no problem. I'll pick you up at 6. See you then." Mulder stayed outwardly calm, although his mind was reeling at the implications of Scully's request. He managed to kept it together until he reached the parking lot, where he figured he'd be out of her earshot. He threw his hands up triumphantly, yelling "YES, YES, YES !!" Suddenly he realized Skinner was right behind him, staring. Mulder regained his composure and said "Great week sir. Can't wait to be back Monday." Skinner shook his head and grumbled under his breath "At least he's somebody else problem over the weekend." Mulder called the Lone Gunmen Saturday afternoon. "Sorry guys, can't play 'nit-pick the net' tonight. I'm going to have dinner with Scully and her mother." he said proudly. Byers was suspicious (After all they were the Lone Gunmen.) "Dinner or a data, Mulder? What happen to Mr. 'we have to maintain some distance in our relationship.'?" " He got replaced by Mr. 'don't treat Scully like crap'. I think Scully likes this new guy." "You're still deluded, Mulder." Frohike observed. "She's not interested in you." "She invited me to her place afterwards." Mulder added, sounding confident. The Gunmen remained skeptically. Finally, Langly offered some advise. "Be a good boy Mulder. She'll kill you if you get out of line." "Don't worry. I know exactly what she does when I get out of line." he smiled slyly to himself recalling her way with power. Dinner went well. Mrs. Scully, like any mother, liked to tell stories that embarrassed her daughter. Mulder was more than happy to offer his stories about Scully as well. By dessert, Scully was full; full of this teasing. "Next time, I think I should just leave so you two can be alone." she commented as she cleared the dinner dishes. Mulder rose to help and replied "Come on, Scully. You're the only thing we have in common to talk about." Her mother added "Besides all my friends have heard these stories hundreds of times already. It's nice to have a fresh audience." Taking pity on Scully, they let the conversation drift to other subjects, including Scully's father. Mulder knew how closed they where and felt that knowing him better brought him closer to Scully. He envied the warm atmosphere of this home and it's memories, so unlike his own shattered boyhood home. More than ever, Mulder wanted to feel like a part of Scully's life and share in it's warmth. He didn't even mind it when Mrs. Scully called him Fox. She was the kind of mother that would scold you if you were bad then kiss you and say she still loved you. Dr. Mulder, the psychologist, observed. After dinner, Mrs. Scully dropped a few more hints that they should come around more often, together of course. Mulder thought it was cute that she wanted Scully to have some male companionship, but Scully made it clear to her mother that Mulder had his own life. Mulder thought to himself They left around 9 PM and headed to Scully's apartment. Mulder had been curious since yesterday about what Scully had planned for the rest of the evening. He had spent hours choosing which video to bring. Without knowing her intentions, he finally decided on three, each which it's own mood and action. One featured seduction and moderate bondage, another showed several women performing together for a man, and last was an all out "fuck-fest", graphically showing a couple having multiple orgasms using a variety of methods. Previewing each video, he rapidly became aroused and needed to take frequent breaks so he didn't tire himself out masturbating all day. After all, he wanted to be alert for whatever it was Scully had in store for him. As they got out of the car, Scully asked "Did you bring the things I asked you to?" He held up his gym bag in response. "Including the...uh, video?" He nodded. "Then let's go inside." As Mulder followed her into her apartment building , he noticed something shiny in the bushes. At Scully's door, Mulder excused himself saying he wanted to check that he locked the car door. Once outside, he walked up to the bush, reached in and yanked out Frohike and his camera. "Get the hell out of here !" Mulder growled at the smaller man. "Don't worry. I wasn't going to take any photos of you inside there." Frohike struggled to stand as Mulder lifted him by the collar. Langly popped out of the bush with a parabolic dish listening device. "Sorry , Mulder I guess we got a little carried way when we found out you really were coming back to her place." Mulder shook his head in disapproval. "Is Byers in there too?" "No he stayed at home. He said we behaved like adolescents on a panty raid. Besides, he'd see the photos when we developed them." Mulder warned "Get lost before someone calls the cops." Frohike looked around and said "Who would do a thing like that?" "Me !" Mulder replied with irritation, withdrawing his cell phone. The Two Lone Gunmen retreated into the darkness as Frohike whispered by to Mulder "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Langly rolled his eyes and commented "Oh yeah. Like those are guidelines to live by." Mulder returned to Scully's apartment and found the door locked. He knocked and announced "Scully, it's me." The door opened, followed by Mulder's mouth. Scully had changed from her blouse and slacks to a green silk button-up pajama top with a plunging V neck. From his vantage point, he could clearly see exactly what it plunged into. It was long enough to cover her hips so he couldn't tell if she had anything else covering her lower half. He stood there a moment longer in silent shock wondering just what Frohike wouldn't do under these circumstances. Scully's manner hadn't changed at all, except she seemed more distracted. She didn't notice Mulder's bulging eyes, or other bulging parts of his body, for that matter. Instead she just said "Come on in. Make sure the door is locked." then sat down on her couch. Mulder quickly complied then turned to view Scully again.. He realized he was staring and tried to look way but found it impossible especially when he saw a flash of white skin on her inner thigh. He started to speak but his mouth was dry and his tongue felt like it was in knots. "Scully.... what...uh, what do you have planned for tonight?" Scully finally realized what Mulder was reacting to and suddenly became modest, pulling down the bottom edge of her top to cover herself better. It only went so far so she grabbed a white plush robe laying over the couch and put it on. Blushing slightly she said "It's not what you think, Mulder. I didn't ask you here to seduce you, or to tease you." Mulder thought, although he didn't move a muscle. Scully motioned him to sit down on the couch. He quickly sat besides her, keeping her just at arms length to avoid any accidentally contact which might destroy all the wonderful control he had learned this last week. Scully continued "All those sessions, they brought out your lust but I tried to temper it with judgment and understanding. I needed to know that when we work together, no matter what you feel in your heart or your groin , that you'll show me the respect I deserve. But what you do in your own private world is none of my business just as my private life is no concern of yours." Mulder concentrated on her words, not allowing the fact that being this closed to a very sexy lady who was staring directly at him made the his crotch unbearably tight. It was almost like the session except now she was looking at him and now it was Scully who was talking. But as the words sunk in, he felt a small knife dig into his heart, as he heard her say their private lives should remain separate. She looked for signs that he was following her logic then resumed her explanations. "Mulder, the truth is I don't have much of a private life. I have my work, some independent research projects, my mother, a few friends who think I'm crazy for joining the FBI, and...and my fantasies." Mulder's focus shifted from his self centered desires to his empathy for his partner. He knew what it meant to be consumed by his work and shunned by his former friends. He gently touched her arm to show he understood. Scully patted his hand and smiled, looking at the floor instead of him. "Mulder, you're private life is very different than mine. You have ....passion in your private life just as you do in your professional life. No wonder the lines blur between them." "Scully, my 'passion' as you call it isn't such a great thing. I get angry at guys who foul me when I play basketball, I spend way too much time getting off on porn films and phone sex, and I spit sunflower seeds at people who steal my parking place." "I know Mulder, but..."she paused "Do you really spit sunflower seeds at people?" He grinned and boasted "Great range, bad aim. That's why you've never noticed; I never hit you." "I wondered how those seeds always ended up on my side of the office. Anyway, I was saying....what was I saying?." she asked , distracted once again by Mulder's eccentricities. "Something about my passion." he reminded. "Yes, your passion. During our session, you allowed yourself to enter my fantasies and experience them with that passion and energy. Did you notice how I reacted?" "You didn't. I assumed you were just playing your role. I never thought you were... frigid." "Mulder, I invented those fantasies to try to shake myself out of this state of constant restraint. I do have passion in my life but it's all settle into my work. I don't enjoy simple private pleasures with any intensity." Mulder suddenly knew what he was there for. "Scully are you trying to tell me you want me to teach you how to masturbate?" "Not exactly. I want you to help me learn how to let go. To discover my own passion." Mulder swallowed hard. This might be too much for him to bear. "I don't know, Scully. I mean what if things get out of hand..." he thought. "Look Mulder, I've been thinking about this since our first session. Seeing you breathless and flushed with arousal made me envious. I was planning on spending the night alone with some erotic fiction and photos. But after I thought about it , I realized I would lose interest before I lost control. I trust you, Mulder." "Even after you saw how I reacted to your stories?" "Especially after that. I know you can keep enough control for both of us." "All right , this might work but I may have to excuse myself if the tension gets to be too much." "No, I want you to stay with me. Masturbate if you need too and share the experience with me. Here use this; it's been a rough week." She handed him a bottle of lubricating lotion to use while masturbating, a sign that she planning on his 'full participation'. And it wasn't the generic stuff either. Mulder's brain was definitely overloaded. His gorgeous scantily clad sexy partner, to whom he had vowed to maintain a professional relationship, just asked him to share his orgasms with her. What a contrast to the Agent Scully he worked with. But this wasn't work and she was talking about their private lives. He just sat there, profoundly confused and totally turned on. He studied the look of anticipation on her face. He reached up to touch her cheek but she pushed his hand away gently. "Please don't touch me." She said softly. "There are certain lines we can't cross." Mulder understood her concerns and respected her rules. "So what now ?" he asked. "Change your clothes and we'll talk about it." Mulder went into her bathroom to change into his workout clothes. Now he understood why she asked him to bring them. Because she thought they made him look sexy. As he pulled on the sweat pants, he was painfully aware of his impatient erection. He slid his hand down the shaft and gave himself several satisfying strokes. He stopped before he got too excited. Instead he dropped to the floor and did fifty push ups to relieve the tension. he thought. < I guess those sessions really did work.> When Mulder emerged from bathroom, he glistened from the sweat of his workout. He breathed in short, rapid pants and his hair was mussed. Scully watched him move towards her, entranced by his long legs and easy movements. He sat beside her and grinned happily. "So Scully, what's next?" Mulder could tell by the look on her face that she was starting to feel the passion already. "I thought ... we could watch the video and ...Uh, talk about how it makes us feel." "OK. Pick one." She chose the video of the wild couple. She watched intensely and started asked annoying questions as she viewed it. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Is that a genetic anomaly?" "Won't that dislocate the hips.?" "Shouldn't they sterilize that before putting it there?" Mulder shut off the video. Scully looked at him in surprise. "Why did you stop it before the good parts?" "Those were the good parts. Jeez, Scully the way you talked about sex even I lost interest." "Sorry, I guess maybe I'm too analytical. I don't know how to shut that off." "I think I do. When I came out here, dressed like this and you looked at me, how did you feel?" "Uncomfortable...aroused a little...nervous" "...Out of control?" "May be." "More excited that you did watching this stupid video?" "Definitely." "OK new plan. Listen, I think I know what will make you shut off that part of your brain. This last week taught me a lot about how you think . Tonight, I'll tell you a story, my own story, with your help." His soft melodic voice was already making her sigh with anticipation. "First, take off the robe. It's only going to get in the way." Remarkable she obeyed, slipping off the robe revealing the silk top and a lot of skin. Mulder momentarily lost his focus as he tried again to see what she was wearing. Then he remember what game they were playing. "Tell me, Scully, what are you wearing?" Those words burned in her ear. She had heard him say something like them before, but then he was just teasing. This time he expected an answer. Now he expected... Suddenly she got up and put the robe back on. "Mulder, I don't think this is going to work. You'd better leave." "You can't hide from what you're feeling. Shutting out the stimulus will only make you project that energy onto something else, like your job." He spoke as analytically as possible, trying to make sense to that part of her brain. "I know but .. I can't .. I can't look at you without thinking I'm lying to you. I don't love you, Mulder. I'm not even sure I lust after you." "You do. I'm sure of that." he said with a leer. "I can't do this" she replied, clearly flustered and embarrassed. His spoke eagerly. "I can help. I'll stay behind you and whisper to you. You'll still hear my excitement but wouldn't be as distracted. Like you did during our sessions. And for tonight , you'll be Katherine.. , like in 'Taming of the Shrew'." "Thanks a lot, Mulder" she responded sarcastically. "Tonight, it's William." "...as in Shakespeare?" "It's my story." He smirked. He hopped over the couch as she dropped her robe and sat down. Thus, the evening began for Katherine and William, two new souls, eager to explore the many realms of passion. Of course, if you were Frohike peeking thorough the window, you would have only seen Mulder and Scully playing the most extreme game of teasing in the history of unresolved sexual tension. "Katherine, imagine you and I, in an office, arguing about what makes a man sexy. " "I don't have to image that." she replied smugly. Mulder drew closer and his voice became deeper and seductive. "Yes, you do have to imagine. Mulder and Scully are gone. It's just us." He heard her release a long shuddering sigh. "That's it, relax. Feel what it's like to have passion again, Passion for a man. For me. William." The scene unfolded in his words. "I'm sitting at my desk, tipped back in my chair, feet resting on the lower drawers. You're facing me, leaning towards me with both hands on the desk. I'm telling you that with I think a well endowed body and attractive face makes someone sexy and you insist that I'm way off." He wanted her to become involved in this fantasy so he asked "Tell me, Katherine, what makes a man sexy?" Scully fought the urge to be methodical and precise. Instead she focused on what drew her attention to Mulder when they first meet. "The eyes" she whispered. "Eyes that burn into you, that grow darker with excitement. Eyes that ask deep questions of your soul." Mulder was surprised and how quickly she took up the image. So he pushed her for more. "Tell me more, tell me what excites you." "Gentle hands with long tapering fingers. Hands that move slowly and deliberately, fingers that tease and caress when they move across my flesh." Mulder felt a hand fitting that description reach in his pants and slowly stroke his excited flesh. The lotion she gave him for this purpose felt warm and silky, just like he imagined she felt. His breathing changed to match the movement of his hand. Concentratng his focus, he asked her for more. Her breathing began to follow his rhythm and she spoke again. "A smile that tempts me, that draws me to want to taste it, feel it with my own lips. Words that tease, that challenge, that seduce." Mulder decided to move this story along or he would get lost just listening to her voice. "Thank you, Katherine. Back in the office, I know what you think is sexy. And I know there's more than what you're telling me. I lower my feet and turn towards you. I stare at your breasts that present themselves invitingly as you lean on my desk, then I transfix my stare to your eyes. I ask you if you think I'm sexy. You just laugh but nervously move back and fold your arms defensively across your chest. 'No' you say, knowing it's a lie. To cover it up, you add 'You're too conservative to be sexy.' I ask if you think it's the way I dress that makes me look conservative. You nod nervously, so I stand up and remove my jacket and tie, roll up my sleeves then unbutton my shirt. 'Is that better?' I ask. You look disinterested but your eyes betray you as they widen in interest. 'Maybe this will help.' I say as I ruffle my hair , making it loosely fall around my forehead." He shifted his attention back to Scully who was silent but breathing harder with each new image. "Katherine, do you like when I look like that? When I'm a little more rough around the edges?" "Yes" she sighed and her own images began to build "Especially when you've been running or working out, the gleam of sweat, your panting breathes...." her voice tapered as she started to rock her hip gently against the couch. Mulder stared over her shoulder and watched her movements. "Oh, God, I'm so hot for you it hurts, Katherine." he cried. She sighed softly in response. He tried to match his strokes to her motion and accelerated the story before he lost control. "You're staring at me from across the desk and I can see you gently rub your nipples against your folded arms. Suddenly self conscious of your action, you bring your arms down. To make your movements look nonchalant, you place your hands on the desk for balance and gently lift you hip to sit sideways on the edge of the desk. Your legs part enough for me to catch a glimpse on your inner thigh and I become bolder. 'Maybe I'll seem less conservative if I do this...' I reach across the desk and gently touch your hand. You don't tell me to stop so I run my hand up your arm, to above the shoulder and caress the bare skin of your neck. You won't stop me but you tell me I shouldn't be doing this. I see you moving your body so the edge of desk rubs between your legs, trying to satisfy what your mind denies. I ask why we shouldn't go further and you finally confess that what you really find sexy is a man who can be tender and loving even when he loses control." Scully's brain suddenly snapped to alert status. Before she could speak she heard him whisper "Feel what it's like to lose control. Touch yourself were I want to touch you." And she did. She slid her hand into her panties and ran her finger along the edges of her moist opening and then swirled the lubricated digit on her clitoris. The nerve ends exploded as she let the restraints go. It wasn't the first time she stimulated herself. But it was the first time she did at William's request and it felt like nothing she ever felt before. She expressed her ecstasy in moaning cries and rhythmic motions of her body. Her other hand teased her own nipples. "Thank you, William" she sighed. Mulder couldn't stand his confinement any longer. He stood up and removed his jeans and briefs. From his position, his erection was just inches from Scully but she still faced away. He allowed himself to let her hair brush long his length, before kneeling on the floor again , trying to respect her wishes not to have contact during this session. he told himself. His voice was shaking with excitement, but his words were clear in meaning. "My hands tenderly stoke your neck and I tell you I want you right now on my desk. Too shocked to speak, your body answers for you as you run your tongue along my hand and sit up on the desk. I shove everything off the desk in one sweep then move around in front of you. You grab my collar and pull me in close to taste my lips and tongue. Between deep kisses, I say breathlessly 'I think it's time we both lost control.' Your reply by continuing to kiss me while opening my pants and drawing out my cock. As you start to stroke it, my hands take your thighs and pull them apart while teasing the warm flesh higher up. Oh, yeah, that feels incredible!." Mulder paused to catch his breath, as he watched Scully run her hands along her inner thigh and then remove her underwear. "You giggle slightly at the struggle to remove your panties but finally I have direct access to your pleasure center. I pull your buttocks to the edge of desk and enter you with a slow gentle advance." They both released an audiable sigh at the imagined sensations of penatration. "You're voice becomes one long moan, rising and falling to my movements." Indeed in real life that was just what Scully was doing even though the movements came from her own hand. But the control came from Mulder sexy hot voice. "Anxiously you wrap your legs around me, trying of force me to speed up. Instead, I tease your clit until you scream for me to come inside you. Then I begin hard deep thrust that you meet with enthusiasm." She could hear the slick sound of a lotion covered hand playing stand-in for her body. His bucking hip rocked with couch, intensifying her auto-erotic movements. Lost in his own story, Mulder felt the heat and lust of Scully, or Katherine, or his Mistress, or whoever the hell she was. "Oh God, you're so fucking hot. I quickly turn into a grunting wild animal, fucking you for all I worth but continuing to softly caressing your sensitive areas with my hand." His groans interrupted his narration as he watched Scully react to his words and images. "The contrast of sensations pushes us both beyond consciousness as we climax together, an orgasm of mutual desire and passion...." And sure enough, that's exactly what happened. Except they were together only the sense of timing. Mulder's bit hard on his lip to stop from crying out Scully's name, trying to preserve her fantasy despite his own desires. Scully was beyond words so what she said made no sense. How would he know at her height of passion she called "Mulder". The shockwaves that shot throughout Scully's body final stopped and she turned to check on Mulder. He hadn't made a sound except panting breaths since he reached orgasm. He was still kneeling on the floor behind the couch, leaning his head against the back of the couch for support. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her concerned look. He draped his sweat pants in his lap to cover himself and smiled weakly at her. Not missing the humor in such a scene, he finally said "Was it good for you, too?" She stroked his sweat drenched forehead and replied softly "Thank you. That was exactly what I needed." He could see moistness on her fingers, moistness from deep inside her where he desperately wanted to explore. He raised his head to try to catch her fingers in his mouth but she stopped and put her robe back on. "Do you want to clean up before going home?" He shook his head, thinking She replied "Suit yourself . I going to wash up then. Make yourself comfortable." She reviewed his attire. "Well, actually not that comfortable. Put your pants back on." Then she left the for the bath room and started the bath. Mulder only got as far as standing up and putting on his pants on before thoughts about joining her flooded his mind. The arousing prospect drained what little energy he had left and he collapsed on the couch from exhaustion. Scully returned from the bathroom to find Mulder deep asleep on the couch. He looked so innocent and content, free of the bad dreams that haunted so many of his nights. She smiled knowing she had something to do with bringing him to the state of mind. Her body still tingled from her pleasurable ordeal , which made the resting male form before her very tempting. But there was that line that she promised not to cross, separating their fantasies from the real world. Resisting the urge to lay beside him and wrap herself around him, she drew closer and studied every detail of his face. This was the face that launched a hundred dream. Too bad so many of those dreams ended up like their real life encounters; ended with her cursing his existence, enraged at his arrogance and terrorized by all the horrors he invited to her doorstep. She whispered "Mulder, you're such a jerk." He stirred but didn't wake up. A small smile crossed his face and small bulge grew in the front of his pants. Scully observed this and continued to whisper "You're a jerk and a horny bastard." One of his hands unconsciously reached for his crotch and rubbed against his renewed erection."Give it a rest, Mulder." she whispered and, as if he heard her, his hand dropped away. She watched in fascination as his erection enlarged and his body twitched. "Be still" He stopped moving. Even in his sleep he reacted to her voice, obeying her like he had during their sessions. Scully suddenly got very turned on. She felt flushed so she removed the robe. Then she lower her face to within inches of his restrained erection. He shivered slightly but didn't move. She could tell by the outlined form pressing against the worn sweat pants that he wasn't wearing any briefs, that only one thickness of fabric separated her lips from him. Her breath became heavy and hot. Feeling the sensation, Mulder gasped. Scully suspected he had awoken up long ago but at this point she really didn't care. After seeing the affect her warm breath had on him, she pursed her lips and blew hot, moist air over the bulge. He moaned with pleasure then instinctively moved his hips towards the sensation. For an instant his inflamed hard-on pressed against Scully's lips, and she actually curled her lips around the head. Shocked by her own actions, she jumped back. He rocked his hips causing his erection to poke forward, searching for the warmth it had just lost. Responding to his desperate heaving breaths, Scully whispered in his ear "It's gone, Mulder. Stop." His hip movement stopped but so did his breathing. Raising her voice in alarm "BREATHE, Mulder." Nothing. She shook him and spoke loudly to him "WAKE UP ! BREATHE, DAMN YOU !" Still nothing, She prepared to give mouth to mouth resuscitation by tilting his head back and pinching his nose. As she sealed her lips around his, he suddenly woke up. "OW! My nose !" was his first reaction then he realized the words were formed inside Scully's mouth. She started to pull away but his arms had already wrapped around her , pressing her head against him. His tongue darted into her mouth , exploring the soft moist sensitive areas. Then she bit it. And tweaked his nose. "OUCH !" His arms released her , and he yelled "What the hell is going on?" His aching hard-on was asking the same question. "Mulder. you bastard! Have you been awake this whole time ?" Scully was furious. "No, I just woke up to you pinching my nose and kissing me." "That wasn't a kiss. You weren't breathing and I was trying to resuscitate you." "Oh, so you were just playing doctor, is that it?" Mulder actually believed her about the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation but couldn't resist teasing her. "If I knew you would be such a jerk when you woke up I would have let you suffocate." Scully was sure he had really experienced sleep apnea (no breathing) but was angry that he took advantage of the situation. Not wanting to get into trouble again Mulder quickly changed the mood "What can I say, Scully. You take my breathe away." He smiled sincerely at her and assume a very submissive pose. She couldn't stay mad at him when he had the puppy-dog look. Besides she didn't want to explain all the events that preceded his apnea episode. "All right, Mulder. Fun and games are over for the night." She went the her closet and brought out a blanket. She handed it to him "Good night, Mulder." He stared at the blanket "You...you want me to stay the night?" "Only because of your sleep apnea. You don't have any history of it but you do have a history of sleep disturbances. You may be having a reaction to something in the food." she told herself. Mulder spread the blanket over himself and laid down again. He could resist a few more digs. "Should I sleep with you... so you know when I stop breathing?" he asked innocently. "You're breathing pattern will change before you stop; that will alert me. You know what a light sleeper I am." She started walking towards her bedroom and she left her robe on the couch. Mulder watched her small shapely form move away, as her bare legs caught the mute light of the room. Mulder became aware of the renewed activity in his groin. In a low sultry voice he asked "What if my breathing pattern changes because of something else?" She looked over her shoulder and smiled back. "Mulder, after everything that has happened this week, I KNOW what THAT sounds like. I know you can HANDLE it by yourself." Mulder thought with disappointment. "And Mulder" she said softly, "Thanks for coming...." She blushed then rephrased it as " I mean, thanks for helping me tonight." Then she disappeared into her room. Mulder laid on the couch for about 10 minutes before getting up to fetch his towel and lotion. He knew Scully would hear him if he climaxed again but that actually made it better for him. At this point, he figured that would be as close as he would ever get to actually having sex with her. If you had asked him a week ago about having sex with his partner he would have said "No, absolutely not." But over the week he had become obsessed with discovering the key to her sexually satisfaction. So far he'd only found the key to open his own desire, and his own pants. Scully seemed content to let her primal urges stay submerged, letting them out privately on the weekend so they don't get restless. Someday, someone would find that key and that lucky bastard would get to experience first hand all the passion and erotic pleasure Scully saved for fantasies. But that lucky bastard wouldn't be Mulder. True, he got the best parts of Scully - her trust, loyalty, devotion as well as her brains and skills as a FBI Agent - but he was greedy enough to want it all. Frustrated but still horny as hell, Mulder pulled down his sweat pants. To his surprise, he saw a dark stain on the front. He studied it intensely then came to the conclusion that it was lipstick, Scully's lipstick. He remember the brief taste of her sweet mouth he had just before she bit him. At that point, he felt all the blood drain from his brain and go directly to his groin. He forgot about the lotion and seized his cock before it exploded. His orgasm came so forcefully he couldn't hold back his cries. Due to the frequency of this activity as of late, very little semen shot out, which was just as well since Mulder passed out immediately, his pants down and his hand wrapped around his much abused appendage. Scully went to bed embarrassed and frustrated. These were not new feeling to her, but tonight it was more personal. Had Mulder really stopped breathing just because she denied him intimate contact? She recalled that contact and inhaled sharply. The sensation of Mulder's erection pressed against her lips filled her consciousness. Ingrained in her mind was the shape and size, the taste and smell. < I should have let him sleep peacefully. I should have never gotten that close. I should have left the second he responded to me...> It was easy thinking for all the things she should have done. The question was what should she do now. She crossed the line from fantasy. She was the one who initiated real intimacy, while he was asleep no less. Sure he was aroused but he'd been like that most of the week and she kept her distance. She decided on a brilliant but dangerous plan. Logically she knew this was total bullshit but it allowed her to shut down her brain and go to sleep. She was awoken by the sound of Mulder, once again calling her name at the height of his rapture. She caught herself smiling, and chided herself for being so base. She drifted back to sleep, hypnotized by the sound of Mulder's steady heavy breathing. Scully woke up first and found Mulder still asleep and fully exposed on the couch. She quickly pulled the blanket over him and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Mulder's presence distracted her so much she had to get out of her own apartment. She wrote him a note saying there was coffee ready and she went out to get them breakfast. She added if he had to leave, make sure the door was locked. That covered her bases giving him a reason to stay if he wanted to but excusing him to leave. Mulder woke to the annoying sound of a phone ringing. Instinctively groping toward the sound, he found a phone and picked it up. "Mulder." he announced groggily. "Fox, is that you?" Mrs. Scully asked. Mulder wonder why it wouldn't be him if she call his phone then realized it wasn't his phone, or his apartment. The previous nights events flooded his head and the last thing he recalled was the discovery that at some point Scully had her lips on his clothed erection. He groaned at the thought then it dawned on him who was calling and what she must be thinking. "Am I calling at a bad time?" Mrs. Scully asked slyly, not ever bothering to ask why he was there half-asleep at 9 AM on a Sunday morning. "No, I just woke up. Sorry." He immediately tried to explain his presence there as he pulled up his pants. "We got to talking and I must have fallen asleep on the couch. Katherine, I mean Dana, must have stepped out. She's not here now." She didn't believe that story for a minute. "Yes, Fox. I understand. Can you tell her I called." "Actually I'm leaving right now..." He started looking for his underwear that he couldn't remember taking off. "Oh" was her disappointed reply. "Just leave her a note to tell her that she left her sweater here last night." "Sure, bye. Thanks again for dinner." "Come by anytime, Fox." she said with a wink in her voice. Mulder found his briefs under the couch and he still couldn't remember how they got there. He gathered his stuff together and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. After washing , he gingerly put on the briefs, careful of his sore spots from a night of rough handling. His jeans felt too tight but he didn't dare wear the sweat pants with lipstick stains on them. When he re-emerged, he found Scully had returned with food. He wandered into the kitchen and took in the scent of fresh baked pastry. "Are you always this nice to your men the morning after?" he teased as he helped himself to a croissant. "No, I usual throw them out into the street with the rest of the trash. If I really like them, I hide them in my closet and save them for later." she answered calmly. "No wonder that door was locked." He glanced at the broom closet. "And Mulder ... you're not one of 'my men'. Your my partner." she added seriously. "Is that why I get breakfast instead of the curb or the closet?" "You got it." she answered confidently. "Then I'd better keep being a good partner." he munched happily while he enjoyed a quiet moment with my his friend. After a several minutes of exchanging shy glances, Scully abruptly got up and headed for the door. "I've got errands to run. Lock up when you leave." Mulder didn't want the moment to end. "You need any help with anything? I'm not..." "No but thanks. See you Monday." She stepped outside "Uh, your mother called. You left your sweater there last night." "I'll call her back later. Bye." "Mind of I stay awhile? And finish eating?" "Sure, no problem." She closed the door. Mulder sat there alone wondering at what point in time it had become important to him to a part of Scully's private life. When Scully returned around 5 PM she was surprised to see Mulder's car still in front. She doubted he had a good reason to still be there but knew she needed to get him out soon. "Mulder !" she shouted as she entered the apartment. "Hi, Scully." he was in the kitchen. " I guess...I guess I hung around later than I realized." She seemed very impatient. "Well, it's time for you to go now. What are you doing in there anyway?" "I thought I'd make dinner for us..." he pointed at the few ingredients he gathered on the counter She interrupted sternly "I have other plans for dinner. Good-bye, Mulder." She went to the living room and picked up his gym bag and stood by the door. She couldn't get anymore direct without physical violence. "Let me put these things away..." he offered. "Leave it. I'll take care of it." was her curt reply. Mulder took his bag from her and tried to look sincere. "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow." He lingered at the door waiting for a response but she walked back to the kitchen without another word. He finally left but sat in his car for several minutes considering his options. It was obvious she wanted him out of her apartment. Maybe she had a date and was expecting him soon. Maybe that's why it was important for her to learn to express her passion. What about the lipstick on his sweat pants? Was there any other way it could have gotten there other than her pressing her lips against his erection? The thought was too much for him to ignore. But then so was the very real image of her trying to get him to leave. He noticed the bottle of lotion in his bag, another sign that she was telling him he was on his own. He started the car and drove off, knowing full well that Scully didn't play those games. Scully had just finished putting away the things Mulder had pulled out when there was a knock at her door. "Dana, it's your Mother !" the guest announced herself. Scully opened the door, gave her mother a hug. "Hi, Mom. Thanks for bringing the sweater by." "No problem. It's a great excuse to see you again. By the way, was that Fox I saw driving off?" A frustrated Scully replied honesty "I have no idea what Mulder is up to." What Mulder was "up to" was calling the Lone Gunmen to see if they got any photos or recordings from his fantasy session with Scully. Officially they answered "no" but Byers e-mailed him privately that Scully had asked him to make a sound recording of the whole evening and she had the only copy. Mulder signed off quickly and spent the rest of evening fucking himself senseless fantasizing about Scully listening to the recording. It was a good thing she gave him the lotion. Monday at the X Files office went extremely well. Both agents were friendly to one another but not overly friendly. Mulder refrained from asking about what she did Sunday night and she really didn't care what he did. Their private lives were separate again. They had a new case in out of state and had a flight scheduled for early the next day. All the unusual events from the previous week and the weekend seemed to blend into the history of unusual events that defined their relationship. Skinner stopped by around 4:30 to check on them. Ever since Scully threaten to file harassment charges against Mulder, he felt an obligation to protect her, even though she had made it clear she had the situation under control. "Agent Scully, are things OK down here below?" "We're just fine, Sir." she replied happily. Skinner turned to her partner "Agent Mulder, no complaints?" Mulder winked at Scully and said "No, Sir. Agent Scully and I have come to a very clear understanding of the code of conduct for this office." "And I won't get away more complaints about harassment. Or strange noises coming from the office." "Well, Sir this is the X-Files. I can't make any guarantees about the noises." Scully remarked while giving Mulder a very wicked look. Skinner squared his jaw and watched the eye contact between the agents. Skinner continued "Agent Colton reported some 'unusual noises' when he came down here Friday morning to see Agent Mulder. He never filed a full report however since he suffered from a mild concussion from a bizarre paperwork accident. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" They both shook their heads and looked very guilty. Skinner remarked "No, of course not. Look, just keep the 'paranormal' stuff behind the door, OK?" They nodded trying to look like serious FBI agents. Skinner left, mumbling something about it being better when they where fighting each other instead of the rest of the Bureau. Once they stopped laughing over Skinner's remarks, they reviewed the plans for the next day. "What time is our flight tomorrow?" Scully asked Mulder checked the tickets "07:30 out of Baltimore." "I guess that means I'll meet you at the airport." she concluded. "Would it be a problem if I spent the night at your place?" Mulder asked hopefully. " I could get an extra hour of sleep if I don't have to fight traffic." She gave him a deadpan stare "Mulder, why do I have the feeling you're trying to move into my apartment?" "Well it is bigger than mine..." he quipped. "Fine, spend the night, spend every night, whatever." she replied with disinterest.. "Never mind, forget it. I'll just meet you at the airport." he responded realizing she'd had enough of him. Scully quickly apologized "No, Mulder, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. It's just that...last night...I... I crossed the line." "What line?" he feigned ignorance. She became agitated and replied with resignation "The one that separates our relationship from our private lives. I thought I could handle the fantasies and the role playing but ...." Mulder had already come to terms with their separate lives and couldn't believe what he was hearing. He tried to reassure her "Scully, you were just giving me rescue breathing." "Mulder, we need to talk..." She told him the whole story. Mulder was thrilled that she admitted to giving his erection her undivided attention but was disappointed that she hadn't initiated contact. He remained still while she finished talking although the thought of her hot breath blowing on him brought his erection back after almost a full day of calm. He knew the next move had to be hers. "Scully, what do you want? Can we just redraw that line or try to ignore what's happening between us?" "We can't ignore it ! But we can't..." She couldn't even bring herself to say it. He reached out and stroked her arm "Why not? What's stopping us?" Mulder was getting more excited at the potential resolution to this problem Scully seemed to be having. She pushed his hand away. "Mulder ! We're partners, we travel together, we work together, sometimes we even sleep in the same room. We can't stayed focused on our job if we're distracted by each other." "But we're already distracted. At least I am." he whined. "OK, So am I. But at least we're used to this kind of distraction." "But what do you want?" He turned her so he could look deep into her eyes, with a stare that said "I want a professional relationship with my partner." she replied seriously. One look and Mulder could tell she really meant it. He sighed heavily, finally giving up his fantasy of an intimate office encounter, and turned his attention to the case file on his desk. Scully kept staring at him and making frustrated sounds. The sight of her resigned partner made a switch click in Scully's head. Without warning , she moved across to his desk and sat on the edge just like in his story. "But I also want a passionate fantasy life with my friend." Her voice took on a huskier, sexier tone as she slid part of her leg on to the desk. Mulder swallowed hard as he saw a clear view of her upper thigh he had only imagined before. He spoke cautiously, frozen in his seat. "Scully, we are just talking about fantasies, aren't we?" She just smiled and waited for him to make the next move. Taking the hint and hoping he wouldn't regret it in the morning, he removed his jacket and tie, then unbuttoned his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair. She smiled and said "Still too conservative to be sexy." He followed the story line and gently caressed her neck until she ran her lips over his finger tips. He stopped and said "Uh, Scully what.. what are we doing?" She started to suck on his fingers, which drew a deep moan of pleasure from him then she suddenly shoved everything off his desk. "Some fantasies are too good to be wasted on just words." she whispered. Then a switch clicked in Mulder's head. He was so anxious to get in position in front of her, he banged his knee into the corner of the desk. He grunted in pain and breathed hard to maintain his concentration. She giggled at the sight of him struggling in pain then grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close to kiss him, as in the story, but she missed and ended up giving him a head butt instead. Desperate not to lose the opportunity, he turned her body so her legs would straddle him. In the process, her body slipped off the desk and her knee rammed him in the crotch. Doubled over in pain, he cried "I think it's time we GAINED some control." Scully felt horrible about injuring him while she was trying to seduce him but could help but laugh hysterically. "Mulder, maybe some fantasies are too good to waste on real life." He sat on the floor, rubbing his sore spots and replied "Next time, we use one of YOUR stories." He noticed his phone which had been flung off his desk. The light was on like the line was active. He picked up the receiver. "Hello Fox, is that you? Can I talk to Dana." He handed the phone to Scully. "It's your mother." Apparently, they hadn't heard it 'chime' when they cleared the desk but the receiver lifted when it hit the floor. Mrs. Scully heard the entire altercation but her interpretation of the heavy breathing, grunts and giggles was different than what actually happened. "No, Mom, we're not doing THAT in the office...uh, we're just...uh, planning our trip for tomorrow." Scully sat on the floor next to Mulder who was trying to find the airline tickets. Like her daughter, Mrs. Scully was skeptical of a story that didn't make sense. "Sounds like an interesting trip. I just was checking to see if you'd left the office yet. Well, give Fox a hug for me and I'll talk to you when you get back to town. Bye." As Scully moved towards Mulder, her skirt hiked up although either notice at this point. She gave Mulder a hug and he cringed expecting another disaster. "That's from my Mom" Scully announced. Then she gave him a light kiss on his bruised temple "and that's from me. Sorry about that. But don't expect me to kiss any of your other bruises." She watched him as he soothed his aching 'family jewels'. Just then Skinner came back to ask about travel vouchers for the upcoming case. Seeing the agents sitting together on the floor, his shirt open and rubbing his crotch, her skirt up and her arms wrapped him, with office materials scattered around them, he decided it was best just to close the door and go home before he saw something he'd have to explain. Scully laughed at the sight they must have been. She straighten her skirt and said seriously "I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me." "Lust" he reponded without heistantion. She laughed some more and concluded "Mulder, we can't be lovers. We're just not cut out for it." He started to button his shirt and replied "Sure seems that way. Maybe our subconscious minds are trying to stop us." She stood up and help him up "Well , let's cool things down before we subconsciously kill ourselves." "I don't think we have choice. But just so you know , I still want you. Passionately and in control." he confessed with as much sincerity he could muster. "May be. But I think you're more like me and just want a way to express mutual affection without compromising our friendship. This isn't about sex or love, it's about being partner and friends." He nodded knowing she was at least partial right. Then he smiled suggestively and said "You have to admit, the fantasies were great. Do you think we can..." "We'll talk about it later. For now, let's just do our job." He nodded with a look of disappointment then she added "Should I expect you around 8 tonight?" "What?" He had heard her, he just didn't believe what he heard. "You were going to spend the night, correct?" she asked innocently Pleased by the outcome but confused by the logic, the Oxford educated Ph D responded "Yeah, but I thought....we won't... we're not...I can't...uh, are you sure it's OK?" She patted him reassuring on the shoulder "We're adults. We can handle it. Somewhere between your passion and my control is our relationship. When we get lost in the passion or obsessed by the control, things start breaking down. Let's just relax and see where it takes us." Mulder smiled, confident things were going to be just fine between him and his partner, not sexual but friendly and relaxed. Then he raised his eye brows and whispered to her "You know, there are other ways to lose control and express your passion." Now he had her attention. "What did you have in mind ?". As he left the garage, Skinner swore he heard voices howling at the full moon. It seem to come from the direction where he saw the silhouette of a tall man and a small woman back lit by the moon glow. The figures hugged and laughed then howled again, each in their own pitch but in a unique harmony, the harmony only heard with true partners. END ________________________________________________ I'm sorry, I can't do it ! I just can't let them have real sex together. It goes against my basic belief that only the Creator, CC himself, has that right. I just want to mess with their minds. I took several liberties with our hard working agents but after all , that's why this is fan-fiction, unauthorized and for our own entertainment. So was anyone entertained ? BTW, did you know in the orginal pilot script Mulder and Scully howl at the moon? Of course you did! That's why you're a X-phile. I just had to find a home for that scene. Please forward all comments to shinkai@mlode.com