Title: "Muldercine"
Author: Sara
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: MSR 
Spoilers: Minor FTF
Summary: Scully's feeling ill ... and discovers the best medicine is close at
hand...

Disclaimer: I don't own these people. Everything herein is owned by CC and
1013. Lucky them. I'm just having some fun. I'll return them ... I promise ...
Trust me ...

Author Note: This is just some MSR smut I felt the need to write ... I have a
`miserable' cold ... and this sort of evolved from it ... if I only had this
type of "medicine" to cure it ... hope you enjoy .... :)
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"Muldercine"


Scully felt miserable. No, strike that. She felt worse than miserable. She
didn't even think there was a word to describe how she felt.

"Ahhhhhhhh.....choooo.....!"

The sneeze wracked her small body, coming it seemed, from the depths of her
being. It also had the effect of bringing her headache back to screaming life.
Not that it had ever fully gone away. She grabbed another Kleenex and blew her
nose, feeling her body protest at the action. 

Yes, she felt worse than miserable.

She sighed and gulped another two cold tablets down, praying they'd offer even
the slightest bit of relief. She'd take whatever she could get at this point in
time. Unfortunately, she'd yet to find a cold medicine that worked for her. She
didn't even know why she bothered anymore. She ended up suffering them out
anyway. She only hoped this was a short one.

She leaned back against the pillows on her couch, aimlessly flipping through
channels nothing keeping her interest. Not that anything would ... her sinuses
were pretty much creating such a pounding rhythm in her head, nothing was
penetrating but the pain.

She closed her eyes a moment, hoping when she opened them, she'd feel better.
No such luck however. The pain was still pounding away at her, she couldn't
breath she was so stuffed up, and she pretty much felt like dying.

And the channel her aimless searching had stopped on was definitely not her
normal fare.

Her eyes widened as she watched a red-haired woman doing ... well ... doing
things she'd only read about, maybe dreamed about in her fantasies... to the
dark haired man sitting behind a desk. She wondered if his expression of
rapture was real, or put on for the camera. She wondered if a blow job actually
put that expression on a man's face. Certainly not on any of the few men she'd
been with. Although, she hadn't tried that hard ... to be honest.

Her eyes opened even wider as she watched the dark haired man pull the
red-haired woman up towards him, then proceed to impale her, pushing her back
onto the desk, as she moaned and writhed like crazy underneath him.

She felt herself becoming warm. And not just from the fever she probably had.
She wondered if this was why Mulder watched so much of this stuff ...

Mulder. The man on TV looked a bit like Mulder. Not a lot, but enough to get
her mind started on that track. She tried to stop it, a task she was all too
familiar with. She'd spent countless hours trying to push down her more
laviscious thoughts for her partner. She still did. She knew she'd never act on
them. Either would he. It was an unspoken understanding between them. Though
the sexual undercurrent was there, felt every time they were together. More
often now since their horrible Antarctic misadventure. 

She loved him. She knew that. Had known it for quite some time. Knew that he
loved her too. It was so obvious from his little actions, their unspoken
communication. But they could never do anything about it.

The thought disgruntled her even more as she came back to the present,
realizing for a few moments there, she'd forgotten her annoying cold. She
sighed tiredly and blew her nose again, turning her attention back to the TV.

The couple on screen was obviously wasting no time in getting to the main act.
The man was thrusting frantically into the woman, who was screaming and moaning
by turns, as she arched up to meet his every move. Scully felt a tingle between
her thighs as she watched the woman, obviously reveling in her passion ... and
felt that tingle grow as her thoughts placed her and Mulder there, on that
table, doing wildly unspeakable acts to each other.

She closed her eyes a moment, letting her mind absorb that picture as her hands
gently wandered down her body, brushing lightly over the tips of her breasts,
feeling them harden in response. She let her mind go as her hands became
Mulder's, stroking over her body, her breasts, between her thighs. Scully
moaned as she let her fingers slip under the edge of her panties. She could
feel her own wetness, her heat ... all stimulated by her unpartnerly like
fantasies of Mulder. She moaned softly as she slipped her fingers over her
clit, loving the jolt it sent through her body. She increased the movement,
this time, sliding two of her fingers inside herself, imagining they were
Mulder's fingers...his cock...

Oh God. She was moaning constantly now, keeping up with the couple on the
screen. Her fingers moved faster as she felt herself building towards an
incredible peak...just a bit more ... she was lost in the feel of Mulder's
hands, Mulder's mouth ...

The ringing of the phone brought her back to conscious faster than a bolt of
lightening.

She was still for a moment, almost unbelieving that the phone should ring and
interrupt her, at this very moment. She felt the frustration, combined with
unresolved sexual tension course through her body as she tried to collect
herself enough to answer the phone.

It didn't occur to her that for the past few moments, her miserable cold had
been all but forgotten. She also forgot to turn down the TV.

"He...hello..." she managed, still trying to bring her breathing under control,
push her passion down. 

"Scully ... it's me ... are you okay? You sound out of breath...did I take you
away from something?" 

Mulder's concerned voice was the last one she wanted to hear right now. Not
after spending a wonderful few moments fantasizing about what this very man,
this voice, that body, could do to hers. Not as the pain and discomfort of her
cold suddenly assailed her full force.

"No Mulder...you didn't take me `way from anything important...." she managed,
cursing herself as she found her words slurred by her sore throat and stuffed
up head.

"Are you okay? You sound horrible...head cold got you too? It's going
around..." he asked sympathetically. 

Scully found herself feeling even more annoyed at the tone, her body still
responding to his voice in a way that she would usually be able to push down.
But she felt so bad right now, frustration and a head cold didn't make for the
most congenial Dana Katherine Scully.

"Yes....it does ... I feel miserable...I feel worse than miserable ... I don't
know what I feel...what do you want Mulder?" She snapped, hoping the
frustration was what he heard in her voice, and not the desire.

"Aww...I wish you felt better ... I was just calling to see if you wanted to
get a pizza and go over the latest case file ... but I guess you're not feeling
up to it...." his voice sounded depressed now, and she had to fight the stupid
urge she felt to comfort him.

She was the one that needed comforting. She was the one with the cold. The
miserable stuffed up head, nose, sore throat, achy head .... she was the one
who should be receiving those soft tones he was using on himself. She should
also be receiving more from him than a friendly phone call. She pushed that
thought away as she tried to answer him without snapping again.

"Sorry Mulder ... I just feel so miserable, I think I'm just gonna watch TV and
hope some cold medicine takes effect ..." she managed, pleased at how normal
she sounded.

"Have you tried Tylenol Cold? That seems to work for me...or there's always
Thera-Flu ... never tried it, but hear it works... Frohike speaks highly of it
... or there's..." she cut off his medical rambling.

"Mulder, I've tried them all and more, nothing works. I just have to suffer
through this thing, hope rest and tea...and good movie will cure it. Not that
there's anything worth watching on..." she mumbled, part of her wishing he'd
hang up, part of her wishing he'd stay on a little longer, just so she could
hear his voice.  She was getting frustrated with her weakness at fighting this
desire she had for her partner. And her nose was running again.

"Scully ... what are you watching?" She heard him ask, a question in his voice,
which had suddenly gotten lower.

She sighed, wondering if they were gonna play this game again, when her
attention was caught by the TV. And the man and woman moaning and crying out in
ecstasy on it. The very loud man and woman. She felt her cheeks go red as she
frantically searched for the remote....anything to get the volume turned down.

"Scully .... are you watching what I think you're watching?" His voice sounded
amused now, but it had taken on a dangerous undertone. She felt her own body
responding to it, even as she finally located the elusive remote and punched
the volume all the way down.

"No ... someone getting killed...it's one of those murder of the week
things..." she tried to cover, hearing his low laughter through the phone line.


"Sure it is .... come on Scully, it's me here...your partner, your best
friend...you know all about my `little habits'...scared to admit you have them
too?" he teased.

"I don't have your "little habits" Mulder ... I only stopped on this channel
because the phone rang and I had to answer it..." she started, hearing his
laughter again as she realized what she'd admitted. She felt another blush
creep up her cheeks. This cold was really turning her into a horny woman.
Albeit a very sick, stuffed up, horny woman, but a horny woman none the less.

"It's okay Scully ... let me guess...it's channel 61 right? A red-head giving a
dark haired guy what looks to be an incredible blow job...right?" his voice got
lower as he spoke the words, and Scully felt her body start to heat again.

"Mulder!" She tried to put shock in her voice, but didn't think she succeeded.
This was getting interesting.

"Come on Scully, admit it ... so since you have it on, and so do I, why don't
we watch it together...maybe it'll take your mind off your cold..." he said,
almost in a whisper now. It sent shivers down her spine.

What was she getting into here? What was she about to do? 

She pushed rational thought out of her mind, figuring she felt this miserable,
might as well try to get some fun out of it. She'd think of the consequences
later.

"Okay Mulder ... let's watch a porno together...." she said, deliberately
pitching her voice lower, hearing his indrawn breath through the phone line.
She smiled. This had potential.

"Dana Katherine Scully ... I never thought I'd hear the word "porno"come from
your mouth ... dare I hope that's only a sample of things to come..." he husked
deliberately. Scully smiled to herself as she settled more comfortably on the
couch.

"Who knows Mulder...I may surprise you..." she said in a low voice, letting the
desire sweep back over her again. This time, augmented by his voice in her ear.

"So ... do women like it when men go down on them? I mean, this one seems to
have no problem with it ...actually looks like she's enjoying it..." were his
next words.

Scully felt a jolt go through her at the tone of his voice, his words,
whispered in her ear.

"I don't know Mulder...I guess it depends on the woman ... some like it...some
don't..." she said in a deliberately deadpan voice, trying to calm her raging
hormones.

"Well then ... let me rephrase the question ... would you like it if a guy went
down on you?" he asked directly. 

She felt her breath catch as her mind immediately pictured Mulder going down on
her...his head buried between her legs, tongue doing indecent things to her
clit, her body on fire as she arched against his mouth...his probing tongue...

"Scully....answer the question..." his voice, now a husky rasp brought her out
of those fantasies, and threw her into about a dozen more. She tried to catch
her breath, stifling a moan in the process.

"Well Mulder...I can't say as though I've had a lot of experience with it ...
but I guess ...if it was the right guy...I don't know ... maybe .... I haven't
enjoyed it in the past..." she managed, almost, but not quite, appalled at what
she'd just admitted.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before Mulder
spoke again. His voice was even lower, sending chills throughout her body.

"Would you like it if it was me going down on you Scully?" he asked quietly.

Her world stopped for a moment. Literally and completely. She wondered if she'd
heard him right. Knew she had.

Moment of truth Dana. What now? How far was she willing to take this? How far
was he? What about tomorrow? They'd have to face each other...

She pushed those thoughts away after a moment, finally letting the desire
running rampant through her body take over.

"Yeah Mulder...I think I would ... how exactly would you go about it?..." she
husked against the phone. She smiled slyly to herself as she heard the sharp
gasp on the other end of the line. Another moment of silence. Scully stroked a
hand across the tips of her already hardened breasts, stifling a moan at the
erotic sensation of fingers brushing through her t-shirt. She really hoped he'd
respond ... didn't know what she'd do if he didn't. This was much more fun than
watching a porno any day.

"You really want to go there Scully? I'm more than willing ... but are you
sure..." he managed, his voice deadly serious now, though she could tell he was
trying to control his breathing.

She didn't hesitate.

"Tell me what you'd do to me ... tell me how it would feel ... tell me
Mulder...tell me down to every...last...little...detail..." she breathed,
hearing his own audible moan across the line.


Another moment of silence as Mulder absorbed her words. She held her breath,
wondering if she'd taken it too far, too fast.

"Okay ... I'll tell you ... but no interruptions...except for your responses
... those I want to hear ... in every last detail...every little moan, every
cry ... everything...okay?" he asked in that husky voice again. Scully shivered
as she settled herself deeper into the couch, balancing the phone between her
ear and shoulder. She was already too hot for her own good. She didn't once
think about her cold.

"Okay ..." she managed softly, heart already beating double time.

"You'd be wearing nothing but a forest green teddy ... cut high on the thigh,
and extremely low cut down the front ... your breasts would be nearly spilling
over and your eyes would be smoky with desire ... I'd have just spent the last
half hour building you up to the point where all you could think about was my
mouth, between your thighs ... I'd have kissed you senseless, taking those
rosebud lips roughly, then gently, then roughly again. I'd have stroked and
suckled your beautiful breasts, playing with each rosy crest until I brought
you to writhing ecstasy...screaming my name and begging me to take you ..." he
husked out.

Scully was breathing rapidly now, moaning as her hands imitated his words ...
stroking her breasts, pinching the erect nipple tautly, gasping as she let go
quickly, loving the jolt of heat the move sent spearing down her body,
centering between her legs. She felt herself getting wet again...her panties
sticking to her overheated body. She could see him, bent to her breasts,
sucking them, teasing them, every so often looking up to meet her gaze ... his
hands moving over her body, between her legs. 

"Are you enjoying this Scully ... am I making you hot ... are you as turned on
as I am right now... do you want me to continue?..." he said breathlessly. All
she could reply was with a moan that sounded somewhat like `yesssssss...!"

"I finally give in to your pleas, running my mouth down your stomach, stopping
to plant a kiss on your belly, hearing you nearly begging me to taste you ...
to touch you... I plant baby kisses along the inside of your thighs, hearing
your moans grow louder with each one...as it draws me closer to your heat ...
your wet, hot, center ... hot for me ... and only me..." 

Scully was moaning frantically now as her own hands started stroking herself,
pinching her clit and arching up towards her fingers...she cried out when his
voice stopped.

"Mulder...please ... please...don't stop...please..." she managed, not caring
that she was truly begging him now...all she wanted was his voice, his hands,
his touch...on her...right now...

"Anything to please the lady..." he said softly as he continued, the strain in
his voice now evident. She knew he was as hot as she was ... probably stroking
his cock as well...imagining it was her mouth ... the thought sent a new spear
of pleasure through her, and she moaned again.

"My tongue finally finds you ... as it slips between your lips ... finding your
clit and darting in and out at it quickly several times ...."

Scully cried out as her own fingers found her clit and began stroking it in
quick, hard moves ... imagining all the while it was Mulder's tongue....

"You're writhing like crazy now ... screaming my name and bucking against my
mouth ... God, you're so hot Scully ... so wet...so tight ... all for me ...
only for me...God Scully..." his own voice was ragged, his breath coming in
pants, his groans echoing hers.

"Mulder ... God Mulder ... Oh God ... Mulder ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..."
Scully was nearly frantic now ... fingers flying across her mound, alternating
between stroking her clit and thrusting her fingers deep inside her body.

"That's it Scully ... that's it .... let it go .... come for me ..." Mulder's
moan was what sent her over the edge. With a final flick of her clit she
screamed his name as she flew off the edge. Her world shattered as wave after
wave of ecstasy swept over her body. 

After a few moments, she finally came back to herself ... and to dead silence,
except for her partner's heavy breathing over the phone.

"Scully ... you okay?" he managed, as she languidly mustered up the strength to
answer.

"I'm wonderful Mulder ... that was ... well ... amazing ... how are you doing?"
She managed, her voice still low and husky, an incredible sense of contentment
coming over her body.

"I'm okay ... God Scully ... you sound so beautiful when you come ... do you
know how hard I am right now ... how much I want to feel your mouth on my cock
... feel you sucking me, stroking me ... then taking me deep inside your body
... screaming my name as I scream yours and we take each other to heaven and
back ..." his voice was still strained and Scully felt her own body leap back
to life at the words. Obviously, Mulder needed some `comfort' now too. She
smiled to herself as she decided it was only fair she provide it.

Taking a deep breath, she began her own seduction.

"You're huge ... almost too large, but you feel so hard ... yet so soft, as my
mouth closes over your cock, stroking it from base to tip with my tongue,
taking deep into my throat, feeling you arch against me, thrusting deep and
hard into my mouth .... God you feel so wonderful as I tease your balls and
pull you harder into my mouth ... you're screaming my name now, begging me to
let you come ... to come for me ... beg me Mulder..." she husked, hearing his
strangled groan on the other end.

"Oh God Scully ... yes ... yes ... please ... harder Scully ... deeper..." he
panted, as Scully felt her own fingers delve back into her warmth, body on a
razor's edge of desire as she let herself and her desire pour into her words.

"But just as you're ready to come ... ready to explode ... I stop, and pull
back..." she started, hearing his moan of "Nooooooo..." and smiling before she
continued.

"As you're moaning my name and jerking towards my mouth, I push up, settling
myself above you and with one quick thrust, impale myself on your cock ...
sinking down all the way, taking you fully into me. God...you feel
wonderful..." she was moaning along with him, her fingers flying across her
body.

"God...yes Scully ...you're so tight, so hot...you feel so good, closed around
me ... God...faster Scully...harder..." he moaned frantically now.

Scully was more than happy to oblige.

"Mulder ... oh God ...I keep thrusting against you as you arch up into me ...
and suddenly, you hit just the right spot ... and you hit it again, and
again..." her voice trailed off on a high pitched scream as she felt herself
fly off the edge yet again. She barely heard Mulder shout her name as his
release came, her mind again drifting with the clouds.

After a few moments of silence, Scully was the first to speak.

"Mulder... you okay?" she managed, feeling even more lethargy overcome her. Her
mind refused to process what had just happened. Twice. She'd had incredible
phone sex with her partner. Her Mulder. She smiled like a cat who'd gotten the
canary. She'd worry about the consequences later.

"Wow ..." his voice sounded as weak as hers.

"I was that good huh?..." she said with a weak laugh, hearing Mulder's own
contented rumble through the wires.

"The best, Scully..." he said quietly.

"You were pretty good yourself ... no one's ever ... well, done that for me ...
or so quickly... or over the phone..." she replied softly.

"Scully ... do you feel like company now ... even with your cold...cause I'd
really like to come over and see if you're as good in person as you are on the
phone..." he said quietly, obviously holding his breath as he waited for her
reply.

She smiled as she took stock of herself. Her head wasn't aching anymore. Her
body had a pleasant, sated ache ... with an undercurrent of sexual tension ...
her nose had stopped running and she'd forgotten how miserable she felt. Yes
... she'd finally found a cold medicine that worked. And how wonderful she got
to see him every day. And the thought of a real, live Mulder doing those things
to her ... her mind went fuzzy again.

"Come on over Mulder ... you're the best medicine I've found for my cold ..."
she whispered into the phone. She laughed as she heard his groaned "I'm on my
way..." as the phone clicked in her ear.

She replaced the receiver and settled back against the couch. She really should
move, do something, anything, so she didn't look like she was just waiting for
Mulder to come ravage her. She really should.

She sighed and smiled to herself again as she settled deeper into the cushions.
Then again, she was 
sick ... and the only cure was her "Muldercine..." and he was on the way.
Laughing at the word she'd just created...loving the sound of it...she settled
back to wait for him.
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The End (What did you think? Feedback would be wonderful! Silk1023@aol.com)