TITLE: Quick Fix
AUTHOR: Crash
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CATEGORY: MSR
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Scully catches Mulder taking matters into his own hands.
SPOILERS: Pilot and "Tooms"
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance
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QUICK FIX
By Crash 
My jaw is slack. My eyes can hardly believe what I'm seeing. Suffice it to say 
he looks extraordinarily beautiful in the blue glow of the television. His head 
is thrown back, eye's shut, mouth open on a moan. I can even make out the word - 
no - name he's moaning and it staggers me further. I'm also dumbfounded his keen 
paranoia didn't alert him to my key in the lock. 
I'm rapt with attention as I watch his long, elegant fingers glide expertly over 
the length of muscle between his...Sorry, I should start from the beginning. 
I can't say I don't understand, to a degree. It's frustration really. It has 
been a frustrating day, starting with a less than pleasant meeting in the AD's 
office. 
Mulder managed to wreck a Bureau vehicle on our last case. I'll NOT go into the 
details, it simply isn't worth mentioning again. Needless to say, the AD was not 
pleased. At 8:30, we were to be in his office to go over our report and so 
Mulder could explain himself. Let me tell you, I was so glad I was going to get 
to relive that whole nightmare again. 
I knew we'd be in trouble. Mulder claims I distracted him. At the time I was 
offended, but now...well I'll get to that later. At any rate, there wasn't a 
good excuse for it, he simply wasn't paying attention to where he was driving 
and ran straight into the local sheriff's car...while he was in it. Fortunately, 
no one was hurt, the car on the other hand...well it does cost a lot of money to 
re-install air bags...especially in two cars. 
I knew Skinner would be mad, but I was bracing myself for the typical ass 
chewing he's so good at. He'd yell at Mulder then admonish me privately for not 
reining my partner in better. The AD really pisses me off sometimes. If he can't 
control Mulder, does he honestly think I can? Please. But I digress...I had 
counted on a reprimand but nothing more. And we probably would have only gotten 
a reprimand if... 
"Mulder. What are you starring at?" I watched my partner, as he stood behind the 
AD's desk starring out his window. Skinner had been talking with someone outside 
when we arrived at his office and sent us in while he finished his conversation. 

"There's a show going on across the street, Scully." 
"What?" 
"C'mere, I can't believe this." I couldn't believe him. He was actually 
giggling. 
I walked over to stand next to him and peered out the window onto the street. I 
saw nothing but people walking to work. "What's so amusing about the unwashed 
millions making their way to work, Mulder?" 
"NO! Not down there, second floor of the building across the street.
Check it out!" 
I brought my gaze up to see a dark-haired woman holding her skirt up in front of 
the window. She was wearing spandex biking shorts and her two co-workers seemed 
really engrossed...I was merely grossed out. 
"Honestly, Mulder what..." 
"AGENTS MULDER AND SCULLY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BEHIND MY DESK?" 
Both of us leapt out of our skin. Skinner is very protective of his personal 
space and his desk is part of that. In the back of my head, I knew it was really 
a foolhardy thing to do, going back there to stare out a window with Mulder, but 
then I often lose my common sense when it comes to my partner. 
We skittled away from the window and took our places in the hot seats. I noticed 
Skinner paused in front of the window to see what we were looking at. I could 
see from the smirk he was desperately trying to hide that he had seen the little 
peep show. Men. He noticed I noticed and then scowled. 
The meeting went down hill from there. Skinner was furious about the car and our 
hanging about behind his desk...especially when he saw what Mulder was looking 
at. Not only did he scream and yell at us, he gave us administrative duty for 
two weeks. Nothing out in the field...with nothing to do but paperwork. 
Boring. FBI. Paperwork. 
You might as well have just shot Mulder. I contemplated doing it again.  
"For Christ's sakes, the man must be totally humorless!" Mulder fumed. 
"A sense of humor about two wrecked vehicles, Mulder? That adds up to about..." 
"Speaking of humorless," he said shooting me an icy glare. "Please, don't quote 
me the particulars of the bill for the repairs, Skinner has already rammed that 
down my throat....and thanks for backing me up there, Scully," he finished 
sarcastically. 
"What the hell was I supposed to say, Mulder. 'Please don't blame Mulder, sir, I 
was foolish enough to put lipstick on in front of him and as you know that 
causes all men to lose control of a vehicle.' You ass! What the hell was so 
fascinating about my applying makeup?" 
He stopped dead in his tracks and just gaped at me as if I was the world's 
biggest fool. I know now that I am. But hey, give me a break. I spend most of my 
time examining dead bodies and they don't give me much practice at social 
intercourse. 
"You really don't have a clue do you?" he asked in almost a whisper.  
"What the HELL are you talking about?" I bellowed. 
He turned on his heel and walked wordlessly to the elevator. I ran after him and 
just barely made it onto the elevator before the doors shut. "I asked you a 
question." I seethed. 
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at his feet, lip stuck out in full 
pout mode. God, he pisses me off. Not only because his pout is damn irritating 
but it's also damn sexy, have I mentioned how frustrating that is? 
I mean hell, OK so I spend most of my time tied up in my work. But I AM a woman 
and I'm not dead below the waist. I know my partner is extraordinarily 
attractive. He's smart, well-toned, has gorgeous eyes, a perfect butt...but 
those lips, they do me in every time. 
I dissect him over and over, part by part...one of those annoying scientist 
things I guess...and I'm always awed by how perfect physically he seems to me. 
The pout always reminds me of this.   
That did it. I lost any rational thought I might have had. I reached over and 
pushed the stop button on the elevator. I spun back to face him and grabbed the 
lapels of his jacket. I surprised him and me by having the strength to haul him 
up close to me. "I SAID, I asked you a question! Now answer it!" 
"Scully, please. Let me go," his face was pleading.  
"I will, as soon as you answer me..." I stopped talking when I felt something 
hard and warm against my thigh. It wasn't his gun, at least not the one he uses 
at the firing range. I hadn't the faintest idea what to think. We get screamed 
at by Skinner and then we have an argument and he's aroused. What am I missing 
here? A lot, I'd later find out. 
I gently turned loose of his coat. I didn't know how to react and I was so 
confused and frustrated. He had gotten angry again. He punched violently at the 
elevator's start button and the machine resumed it's trip downward, my partner 
and I sinking with it.  
His eyes flashed and he turned on me, "Scully, you can lose yourself in your 
science and control...but I can't turn off that easily.
I...you...Oh Christ forget it..." 
The doors to the elevator opened and he stormed out. I was close behind him, "I 
will NOT forget it!" I grabbed his arm and he stopped. He turned and for a 
moment his face was a mask of rage and then it melted into one of sorrow. I 
melted too. He put a heavy hand on my shoulder. 
"Look, I'm sorry. This whole stupid situation has me really stressed out. I need 
to unwind...I need a quick fix...some exercise and I'll be fine. I'll go swim 
some laps and then I'll come back and we can get started on this mess of 
paperwork I've created for us." He gave me a weak smile. 
I sighed heavily. "Actually, Mulder that's not a bad idea. I'll go for a run and 
then maybe we'll both be relaxed enough to tackle this situation. I think we 
both need to blow off some steam." 
He nodded and we both walked into our office to get our respective gym bags. 
That's how I left him an hour ago, sitting at his desk rummaging around in his 
bag. Just as I was leaving, he asked me to shut the door on my way out. There 
was a phone call he wanted to make before he went to the pool. I gave him a 
smile, a tentative forgiveness passed wordlessly between us and I shut the door. 
 
XxX 
She's gone. I'm both tormented and relieved. God, can that woman not know...I 
mean how can she be so brilliant and dense at the same time? It makes me crazy. 
SHE makes me crazy and she doesn't have the first damned clue! 
Sorry, I'm raving. My flame-haired partner often brings that out in me. Add a 
massive dose of work bullshit and I'm ready to bust at the seams. I had to get 
some time away from her or, well shit, I'm not sure what would have happened. 
Perhaps I should start from the beginning. 
We're in trouble with Skinner. It's my fault, even if I did try to tell Scully 
it was her's, it is my fault. But hey, give me a break here, I was 
distracted...by her! 
We were driving through the parking lot of the local cop shop after lunch. 
Scully picked that moment to reapply her lipstick. I couldn't stop watching and 
I rammed into the back of the sheriff car at a pretty good clip, pushing it and 
him into the brick wall in front of the dumpster. It set off both airbags and 
the air bag of a sheriff. 
OK, I realize it was totally hormonal of me, but I'm a GUY for crying out loud I 
couldn't help it. I can watch Scully put on lipstick all day long. Her full 
lips, with that long glistening tube smoothing over them. Call me a pervert if 
you like, but as a psychologist I can tell you the association that comes to my 
mind is perfectly natural. 
What isn't natural are the dreams and fantasies that simple act sparks in my 
overactive imagination. I keep imagining it's me she's touching to her lips with 
that concentration and...I'm off track, sorry. 
So fine, Skinner ripped us a new one. Put us on desk duty for two weeks. Fucking 
great. Two weeks trapped in the office. Our dark, dank, cramped office. Me and 
Scully doing nothing but paperwork. I wanted to scream. Not only is the work 
mindnumbingly dull but it forces me to stay where I can't get away from her. 
Mind you, it's not that I particularly WANT to get away from her, but when I'm 
in that close of a proximity to my partner for that long I get itchy. I get 
itchy to touch her, smell her hair and a whole host of other things that are far 
beyond the pale of what's outside the FBI regs, thank you very much. 
It's not that I'm worried about some sexual harassment suit. If I worried about 
that Scully and I wouldn't be able to have half the conversations we have. My 
Scully is pretty damn good in the suggestive banter department, yes sir. But I 
do respect Scully, OK. I mean, I care. 
Yes, I admit it, I have all those impure feelings about her. I'd have to be dead 
below the waist not too. But somehow it feels wrong to act on them. Mostly 
because I know with Scully it would be so much deeper than that. She is my equal 
in every way, to the point it's damn infuriating. 
Hell, she almost physically bested me this morning. There we were having one of 
our typical Mulder/Scully fights and she pulls me up short by the lapels. I've 
never been so frightened and aroused at the same time in my life. Partially 
because I caused her to lose control. 
Scully is one cool customer. Everything is just so with her. Her hair, her 
clothes, her work. Everything is perfect and in perfect order. But today I made 
her lose her edge just a bit. I guess I can't claim total responsibility. I'm 
sure Skinner's bringing us down a couple of notches had something to do with it, 
but I think my pout was a larger part of it. 
She can't resist my pout. I'm not proud but I do use that to my advantage and 
man did it work today. I really pissed her off. She was demanding to know what I 
was going to say to her. I should have told her. I need to tell her. But I'm a 
coward and I couldn't. 
So once again, I'm left to get a "quick fix". I need to work fast though. She'll 
be back from her run soon. Besides, I want to do this while her scent is still 
lingering in the air. 
I raise lazily from my desk. I stop at our door and flip the lock. I cross the 
rest of the short distance to her desk. I finally got her a desk of her own. She 
has it pushed up against the wall. I'm actually glad, most of the time she has 
her back to me and I can watch her unnoticed. 
I watch those delicate fingers fly over her keyboard and wish they were gliding 
over me, discovering all the places that make me moan and shiver. She also keeps 
her head turned slightly to the side because of the position of her monitor. 
That affords me the pleasure of seeing just enough of her face. When she's 
really concentrating, she bites on her lower lip and just that little action 
makes me hard. Hell, I'm hard now just thinking about it. 
Quick fix. God, I need it. 
I sink into her chair and have to reach down between my legs and adjust the 
seat. She's so short my knees are practically touching my ears. I adjust the 
seat and roll it over to the VCR. I rationalize to myself I use her chair for 
this activity because it's closer to the VCR, but in my mind I know it's for a 
far more prurient reason.  
Scully sits in this chair. My mind flashes the image of her creamy, naked ass 
sitting in this chair. When I place my large, sensitive nose in the chair back I 
can even smell her perfume. This chair has captured her essence, and I need it 
now to feel close to her, because I can be close to the essence of her without 
telling her how I feel. I'm such a coward. 
I reach the table with the TV and the VCR. I pull my spare handkerchief from my 
jacket as I take off the garment and toss it over on the table. I'm some what 
disgusted with myself that I've gotten this little routine of mine down to a 
science even here. I always keep my spare handkerchief in my coats. Spare 
handkerchief, read fuck rag. 
I can't leave any evidence of this little pastime. But I guess that's part of 
the allure. I do this here, in her chair and she doesn't know but she sits where 
it happens so in my twisted mind she somehow participates in the act. Again, my 
need for her is great but not as great as my cowardice. 
I pull my keys from pants' pocket and unlock the file cabinet below the table. I 
pull out one of my video's I keep here for this little diversion and pop it in 
the machine. I've already got it fast forwarded to a fuck scene. As I said, it 
has to be a quick fix.  
I set the keys aside, unbutton my pants and slide the zipper down. I slide my 
hand into my pants and pull my aching cock free from my boxers. I angle myself 
so as to minimize the risk of making a mess of my trousers, and put my 
handkerchief within arms reach. Like I said, I have this down to a science. I 
push play on the VCR. 
I was already hard when I started so within the first 30 seconds the scene runs, 
precum appears at the tip of my penis. I pinch the head with my thumb and 
forefinger, swirling the moisture around the head and then shut my eyes. 
You thought I actually watched those awful fuck tapes? Come on! They've got no 
plot. I just use them for background noise, virtual sex boy, that's me. No, the 
real show is going on in my head. I shut my eyes and let the sound take me, but 
what I see is not what I hear. 
I see Scully, her hair fanned out on a pillow below her. She's naked and running 
those perfectly manicured nails over my chest scratching my nipples, I sigh and 
my hand automatically begins to slide over my hard cock. I pump it a couple of 
times, feeling it twitch in my grasp. 
I focus on the scene in my head. Those full lips moan my name and I run my hand 
up to her face and she sucks on my thumb. The scene is momentarily blurred by 
stars that enter my fantasy vision as I feel my arousal ratchet up higher. I 
imagine her hips bucking against mine and feel my own thrust in counter point. 
My fantom Scully drops my thumb from her lips and moves to suck on my lips. I 
unconsciously suck in my lower lip and bite down. I taste the bitter, copper 
taste of blood only momentarily as I focus myself in further. 
She's writhing below me now, calling my name and murmuring her love...yes, 
murmuring her love. The one thing I want so desperately from her but never dare 
ask. It is too much to ask, after she's given me so much. 
I clench my fist harder around myself, only wishing it were her muscles clamping 
around me in her ultimate release. But I come alone, her name creeping from my 
lips. I regain my lucidity enough to grab the handkerchief. I ring my self out 
and allow my head to rest on the hard faux wood of the table. I wipe most of the 
mess off with the soft cloth and toss it into the filing cabinet with a couple 
others. I make a mental note I need to take them all home and wash them. I also 
note I need to wash my hands, I didn't get all of the mess off of them. 
As my breathing returns to normal, I whisper to the walls in front of me. 
"God, Scully why do I have to need you so much? Why do I have to hide my 
feelings...Why do I..." 
"Go on." 
Her voice is husky but not quiet and I can tell she is just steps behind me. I 
freeze. 
"No, Mulder. Finish your thought." She comes around in front of me, still in her 
shorts and tank top from her run. Her hair is back in a ponytail and she's 
holding a towel I can imagine she only just recently used to wipe the sweat from 
her face. 
XxX 
I don't think I've closed my mouth since I walked in here. First the sight of 
him doing *that* and whispering my name then saying...I mean God, how many times 
have I done the very same thing to myself and called his name, seen his face, 
his body beneath the closed lids of my eyes. And now I learn he does it too...in 
my office chair. 
Mulder looks frightened like he's about to run. So I step to the side of the 
chair and spin it to face me. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, 
understandable given the mess in his right hand. I hand him my towel, praying he 
understands the gesture. I only want him to be comfortable. I want to have this 
conversation. 
He tentatively takes the towel from me and starts to cover himself. I grab his 
arm and take the towel back from him, wiping the sticky substance from his hand. 
I then set the linen on the table. He merely gapes. 
"Mulder, I'm getting real tired of asking you to explain yourself, so spare me 
the trouble this time and just tell me what's on your mind." I lean in close, 
straddling his thighs. I can hardly believe I'm being this bold, maybe it's all 
the testosterone in the air. My mind reminds me to shove back catty thoughts 
like this. This is Mulder. My partner. My friend. My... 
"You can start with the bit about 'needing' me. I think I'd like to hear that," 
I tell him softly. He's blinking owl like at me, sucking on his bottom 
lip...that's almost as bad as the pout. He's so unsure of himself right now. 
Ordinarily I'd take a childish glee at this response in him, but this is 
different and suddenly many things become clear to me. 
Mulder has feelings for me. Feelings that scare him. And I think I know why. 
He's afraid of how I'll react. Hey, I'll admit it, I'm difficult. I'm closed. I 
have a near unnatural need for control. Those things make him nuts as much as 
his love of chaos and lack of self-control make me nuts. That doesn't stop me 
from caring for him, or loving him. 
Yes, I love Mulder. You'd have to be completely dense, or him, not to notice. 
Sitting here looking in his face I see the frustration and fear. He loves me 
too, he's just too scared to tell me. 
"Scully..." he says, I feel the big back up coming on so I sit down in his lap. 
His eyes grow very wide. "SCULLY!" 
We're nose to nose now and his breathing has really quickened. Good, because I'm 
nearing nervous breakdown myself. The very idea that I'm sitting on my partner's 
lap IN the office is making me VERY nervous and VERY aroused. 
"Mulder. If you have something you want to tell me, just tell me. I want to 
know, you don't have to keep anything from me. We're supposed to trust one 
another, remember?" 
"Scully, this isn't something I trust MYSELF with." 
"Then trust me with it," I move a hand up and stroke his cheek. "You're afraid 
to tell me how you feel? Mulder, I think it's perfectly obvious we're both in 
love with one another. There's nothing to fear in that and I think we've both 
known it along time. I admit I didn't realize that you felt...romantic love for 
me...I mean...I have for you," I say turning my head away, this is too difficult 
for me to face him, "I just never imagined you'd be attracted..." 
He turns my head with his finger so I'm facing him, his lips are trembling. "I 
can't resist you, Scully and yet I have to. I force myself to make do with..." 
"Taking matters into your own hands?" I ask him softly. I force myself to look 
at him, his eyes are hooded and downcast. "There's nothing to be ashamed of 
Mulder. I do it too." 
His eyes flash to mine. 
"I imagine you touching me when I do..." I turn crimson and look down. Then I 
feel his warm hand on my face. I look up. His eyes are smoldering. Oh God, this 
is so dangerous...I didn't lock the door when I came in...I lean forward as does 
he, our lips are about to touch and...the phone rings. 
Both of us sigh heavily and I quickly get up to answer the phone. 
"Scully." 
"Agent Scully, this is Holly from records. Agent Mulder took some files out a 
couple of weeks ago on some 1957 kidnappings. We need to get them back, Rogers 
in VCS needs them." 
"Right, Holly we'll get those back to you." 
I hang up without much ceremony. I cut my eyes back to Mulder, who has zipped 
himself up and looks close to normal now, as if the last ten minutes haven't 
happened. 
"Holly needs the Webster files back?" 
I nod. 
"OK. Why don't you go grab a shower and I'll get those up to her. We can start 
in on our punishment work when we both get back." He starts to walk past me, but 
I can't let him just drop this. We NEED to talk about this. I can't believe me, 
the queen of "I'm fine," is saying this but I don't want to let this drop. I 
grab his arm as he comes next to me and he stops. 
He turns his head and looks at me, I see the smoldering in his eyes again and he 
sucks his lip in again. I'm going to have to talk to him about doing that. 
"Mulder...I don't think our previous conversation was finished." 
He looks at his feet. "No, it's not." He glances back up and cups my chin with 
his free hand. "Not here Scully...let's get some paperwork done and then we can 
go someplace and...talk...I promise." 
I nod mutely and let his arm go. I stand staring at the wall and it seems like 
forever before I hear the door snick shut and leave me in my quiet hell. The 
solitude forces me back to my gym bag and I grab it and my work clothes and head 
out to the locker room showers. 
XxX 
OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod! I can't believe she caught me...Oh Christ. I'm at a loss 
here. I mean part of me is completely, wholly embarrassed she caught me in the 
act. The other part of me is wholly aroused at the idea that she saw me and that 
she admitted she thinks of me when she...Whoa, hang on there Mulder, you don't 
need to stir yourself up again. 
I make my way out to the garage to my car where I've left the fucking Webster 
files. I'm actually glad for the walk. I needed to clear my head here. I keep 
replaying our conversation over in my eidetic memory. 
She loves me. That thought has me pretty dumbfounded too. I feel like an ass for 
not telling her I feel the same. I mean, she heard me say I needed her but I 
didn't get to the love part and damn, I do love her. Still ever the coward 
Mulder, you had the opportunity. But the phone rang...shit, I'm now making 
excuses to myself. 
I reach the car and yank the passenger side door open and grab the files off the 
seat. I can't believe I forgot to bring them in with me this morning. As I'm 
about to shut the door, a glittery gold object in the floorboard catches my eye. 
A tube of lipstick. What the hell?  
I bend down and pick it up, staring at the golden tube transfixed. It must have 
fallen out of her purse when I picked her up to take her to the airport last 
week. We drove my personal car to the airport. I think I even remember her 
mentioning she had to stop at the airport drugstore when we arrived because she 
couldn't find her lipstick. 
I roll the tube over in my hands, stroking it the way I stroked myself not long 
ago. I should be ashamed here, but I'm not. I can't help it. I want her and need 
her so much. God, I'm pathetic.  
I pull the cap off the tube and twist it so the lipstick comes out. I briefly 
touch my tongue to the stick knowing Scully's lips have been there. A phantom 
French kiss. I was so close to kissing her not too long ago. Another in a series 
of tragically missed opportunities for me. 
I come back to myself, remembering I've got to get these files to Holly so I 
pocket the lipstick. Scully will be pleased I found it for her. I shut the car 
door and lock it and head back toward the building. I would imagine Rogers is 
fit to be tied by now. 
XxX 
Hot spray hits my face and sluices down my body. I work up a lather of the soap 
and inhale the fresh lavender scent. I run my hands over my breasts and belly 
moving down toward my thighs. My brain picks that moment to flash the image of 
Mulder stroking himself in my head. 
A coil of arousal springs in my belly and I feel my nipples tighten and form 
taut little buds. Oh hell, I'm alone and after that scene in our office I could 
use the release. A quick fix, isn't that what Mulder said. Fortunately we have 
private shower stalls the locker rooms here and no one is in this area now 
anyway. 
I wash the soap away from my face and then let my hand drift between my thighs, 
between my folds. I'm already very wet and not just from the shower. My clit is 
swollen and slick. I trace small circles around it and am surprised by how 
quickly the heat of arousal spreads through me. 
My mouth falls open and I gasp. I shut my eyes and conjure up my mental picture 
of Mulder doing himself again. Ordinarily, I usually conjure up the image of his 
full lips closing over one of my hard nipples and suckling, but the image I saw 
in our office today was far to erotic to keep out of this. 
But I'm not without creativity here. I replace his hand on his long shapely cock 
with mine. "How do you like it Fox?" I hear myself ask him in my head. He groans 
and grates out, "Harder, Scully." So I comply, but on myself and not him. I 
increase the pressure on my clit, rubbing harder until my hips begin to buck. 
In my mind's eye, his cock is twitching and jumping in my hand and he's begging 
me for more. Suddenly his hand stops mine. "I want to be inside you Dana." He 
tells me. It's not a request. 
I move around him and straddle him the way I did earlier, in a situation that 
was almost fantasy. But here, in my fantasy, I'm naked and I straddle his lap 
and slide myself slowly down his hard length. It feels good, even if in reality 
it's really three of my fingers. 
I see us moving together moaning and murmuring. He whispers he loves me just as 
his lips close over my nipple. I cry out and gasp. He tells me to tell him I 
love him and I do. He groans and then growls and I feel him empty himself into 
me just as my own orgasm floods over me. In my head I scream. In the shower I 
only gasp.  
"Hey! You all right in there?" comes a voice from outside my shower stall. 
Oh God. "Yeah...uh, lost the hot water in here." And then I turn the water over 
to cold to get my senses back. 
XxX
End Part 1 
We've been sitting in here for three hours now. If I see one more expense report 
I'm going to scream. I thought my earlier "fix" and long walk were going to take 
care of my frustrations but they haven't. 
From the amount of sighing coming from my partner's desk, I can tell her run 
didn't do enough for her either. She's shifting a lot in her chair and biting 
her lip. This isn't helping my frustration level at all. 
Add to all this the conversation we've not been able to finish and I suppose it 
isn't hard to see why we're both ready to bust. I mean, today's events aside, if 
I really think about it, we have five years worth of pent up need built up here. 

Well at least I can say that much for myself. I've been wanting my partner since 
she burst into my hotel room in nothing but her bra and panties...and I don't 
mind saying, that image creeps into my fantasies a lot. Don't go there Mulder, 
you have to get through the rest of the day. 
I guess I fell in love with her shortly there after...probably when she told me 
she was willing to put her career on the line for me, right after she called me 
Fox. Holy shit. I had to put a stop to that right away. The way her lips moved 
when she formed that "x" at the end of my name...had to get her out of that car 
and out of the habit of calling me that right away. It made me instantly hard.  
That's it. My mind keeps taking me down this path. I...WE have to get out of 
here and get this issue resolved. 
"Scully." My voice is rough and almost hoarse.  
She turns to face me. Her face looks flushed, it has since she got back from her 
shower. "Mulder." She sounds as hoarse as I did.  
"It's five. I've had enough. I want to leave. I'm ready to finish our 
discussion...NOW." 
Her eyebrows raise. "Where?" 
It comes out of my mouth before I can censor it, "That hotel in Washington 
state..." I stop finally catching myself. She looks momentarily confused and I 
then I can see the old Mulder/Scully telepathy working it's magic. A shy smile 
crosses her lips. "That's out of the question though," I offer meekly. 
She chuckles softly and crosses the room to me. She puts her hands on both of 
the armrests of my chair. "Mulder," my name leaves her lips in a low purr. 
Heaven help me. "Why would you want to go back there?" she asks coyly. "You do 
mean the hotel we stayed in on our first case?" 
Nodding my head, I leer, "The view was nice." 
"Oh? Well, your apartment is closer and I imagine you could get a similar view 
from there," she says rising and walking away from me. She gets to her desk and 
sits down. She begins to shut down her computer and lock up her desk. I begin 
shoving files into my desk as clumsily as she is meticulous. Hell, I don't care 
where that view is...then she sinks me. 
"Besides, your couch is so comfortable."  
A very innocent remark, unless you hear the tone behind it. She hasn't said a 
word further but her body language, the way her eyes are focusing on mine tell 
me she's had something of a lascivious thought about that couch...probably like 
the ones I had about her in her underwear...and I'd walk through fire to find 
out what that thought is. 
"Well Scully, at the moment your comfort is my utmost concern." 
XxX 
OhGodOhGodOhGod. I can't believe this is happening. Could this car ride be any 
longer? Could I be any more nervous...and aroused? We're going to Mulder's to 
have our "talk"...and from the way things have been going...I feel heat rise in 
my cheeks and force myself to look out the window. 
I don't know what I'm so afraid of. I want Mulder and Mulder wants me. But are 
our fantasies going to live up to reality. I bite my lip and then jump when I 
feel Mulder's hand on my thigh. I whirl to face him, dimly realizing we're at a 
stop light. 
"Scully...I'm sorry...I should have...I mean, before we have this talk I want 
you to know...I...I mean it's important you understand...I should have told you 
this morning but the phone rang and..." 
"MULDER, FOR GOD'S SAKE, SPIT IT OUT!" Whoops. I guess I'm really rattled here, 
I didn't mean to... "I'm sorry, Mulder...what were you trying to tell me?" 
He chuckles, "It's OK, Scully we're both a little rough around the edges." Then 
his eyes intensify, "I was going to tell you I love you." 
My mouth falls open and he looks like he's about to lean over and kiss me and, 
of course, the damn light turns green. Never fails. I think there is a vast 
conspiracy keeping us from this first kiss and it's really pissing me off. 
Twenty agonizing minutes later, we're finally at his apartment. He's fumbling 
with the keys. At least I'm not the only one frazzled nerves. He offers me a 
pained smile and we walk in. We're both standing awkwardly near the door he's 
just shut. 
"Uhh...do you want something to drink, Scully?" 
"No thanks." I look at my feet. 
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable then? Have a seat." He gestures toward 
the couch. We both smile wickedly at one another and laugh. At least the tension 
is finally broken. 
I walk over to the couch, with Mulder close on my heels. We both sit down and he 
takes my hand. 
"I'm really sorry you had to see...well what you saw this morning...I...you'd 
never be just a means to an end for me...please don't think that, it's 
just...God, sometimes I just can't get touching you out of my head. Just 
understand that my need for you goes beyond that, Scully...I do love you, and 
that scares the hell out of me because...well, hell love is a scary thing and 
everything I've ever loved has had a bad habit of disappearing." 
I squeeze his hand. "I know it's scary. There's nothing about this whole 
situation that isn't. But what terrifies me more is not having this feeling 
between us. I'm not sorry I saw you this morning. Mulder...you were 
beautiful...I can't tell you what seeing you like that did...well, OK, I guess I 
can tell you...when I went to the shower I kept seeing the scene in my head and 
I..." 
"Took matters into your own hands?" He smiles lasciviously at me. I chuckle and 
nod back. He moves closer to me and bends over and whispers in my ear, "Do you 
have any idea what that does to me?" 
"No..." I croak. His moves the hand that's holding mine towards his lap and 
gently places my hand there. I feel the same warm hardness I felt against my 
thigh this morning. "Mulder..." his name leaves my lips on a gasp. 
His voice buzzes in my ear again. "Watching me made you hot, Scully?" 
My eyes slip shut. "Yes." 
"Mmm. What about it made you hot?" 
"Just..." he suckles my earlobe and I gasp, "just seeing you touch yourself and 
say my name. When I...I...I later imagined it was my hand stroking you." 
His head whips around and my eyes fly open. His eyes are shimmering with their 
arousal, I feel his length jump in my hand and I realize I've not moved my hand. 
I start to move my hand but Mulder stops me. "No, Scully, please don't stop 
touching me." I nod.  
He leans forward and kisses me, softly, on my mouth. Finally, God was that a 
chorus I heard some where. Finally I'm kissing Fox Mulder, after five years of 
fantasizing about it, it's a reality. He breaks the kiss and we're both 
breathing hard. 
"Do you really know why I wrecked that car, Scully?" 
"No..." the word is barely a whisper. 
"When you put the tube of lipstick to your lips, my mind flashed an image of you 
putting me to your lips." 
My mouth drops open. I'm hopelessly aroused now but my nerves are buzzing so 
much I'm paralyzed with it. I'm praying Mulder is in better shape than I, for 
once I actually need to follow his lead. 
"Do you think about me a lot, Scully?" 
I nod mutely. He smiles. "What does my phantom do for you?" He brings the his 
free hand up and touches my lips with his finger. My tongue darts out 
unconsciously tasting the tip. His eyes slip shut but his hand slides to my 
breast, circling my nipple over the fabric. 
"Do I touch you there?" He asks. 
"Yess..." 
He leans in and kisses me again. Our mouths fuse, tongues dueling. His hand 
leaves my breast and my hand leaves his cock and we cling to one another, 
kissing until we're both breathless again. We part on a groan but his face is 
mere inches from mine, his eyes have turned the most beautiful shade of green. 
"Scully, I want to see you the way you saw me. I want to watch your fantasy..." 
"Mulder!" I'm a little shocked at this request. 
"Scully, please. I'm sure it will make me as hot as seeing me made you. Please, 
will you give that to me?" 
How can I deny him? 
XxX 
"Mulder..." her eyes are wide, and bluer than normal, "I don't know...I 
mean...I'm not sure I can...concentrate with you watching." 
"Would it help if I told you one of my fantasies, Scully?" Her eyes go wider and 
she nods. I stand up and pull the blinds all the way down. They were half way 
down and I don't generally worry about anyone being able to see in here, but the 
paranoid in me wants to make damn sure. I look down into her expectant face and 
give her a warm smile. 
"C'mere Scully." The eyebrow raises, but she stands and I take her arms and put 
them on my waist. "Hold still. This is definitely one of my fantasies, I tell 
her as I slowly unbutton her blouse, but this is a little more mundane than I 
think you were expecting, hey?"  
She blushes and giggles, but nods. 
"OK, I can do better. This is actually a confession and a fantasy." I slide the 
silk fabric of her blouse off of her shoulders and let it pool onto the floor. I 
slide my hands down her back and unfasten the clasp to her bra. I slide my hands 
around to the front, letting my fingers trace the outside swells of her breasts. 
Her eyes grow smoky. Oh yeah, this is working. I gently pull the garment off of 
her and toss it onto the floor. 
"I really do have a fixation on your lipstick. But you knew that, it caused me 
to wreck a car. Well, here's something else you don't know. I have a tube of 
your lipstick in my pocket right now. It's been there all day. I've been having 
to avoid touching it because if I do I'll get hard. You know why?" 
She shakes her head. Her mouth falls open. God, I want to kiss her again, but 
I'm enjoying this too much. 
"I get hard because that lipstick has touched your lips. In fact, when I found 
it in the car this morning, I touched my tongue to it. I wanted to taste your 
mouth. I mostly tasted lipstick but your essence was there and I got hard. I had 
to go to the can and relieve myself. Probably about the same time you were 
relieving yourself in the shower." 
She slides her hands around to the small of my back and pulls me toward her. Our 
lips meet again in a crushing kiss. I'm lost momentarily in her lush, full lips. 
God, I could kiss Scully forever. But there are so many other things I want to 
see and do here. I break the kiss and slide my hands down to the waistband of 
her skirt. I pull the zipper down. She steps away from me and steps out of the 
skirt, revealing the sexiest pair of pale pink panties and...OH GOD...thigh high 
pantyhose. I feel my erection grow to a ridiculous proportion. 
"Oh Scully..." I swallow hard and regain my composure. I want to see this thing 
through. She smiles. I think she senses my predicament. 
"You want me to take these off, Mulder?"  
I nod. 
She slowly peels first one then the other stocking down her leg, revealing every 
inch of her ivory skin. I'm itching to touch it. When she wriggles out of her 
panties it's almost my undoing. Then a thought strikes me. 
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable back on the couch, Scully." I get a blush and 
a smile. "Tell me about the couch, Scully." I take her hand and lead her to the 
couch and she sits down. I grab the worn throw pillows from the opposite end and 
stack them on the other end. "Lie back." I tell her sitting down on the coffee 
table. 
She takes her cue and leans back against the pillows. Her eyes drift shut and 
she brings her hands up to her nipples, touching them until they become rock 
hard nubbins. I resist the urge to touch myself. 
XxX 
"The couch..." I murmur. I'm almost to the point I can deal with the idea that 
I'm doing this in front of Mulder. My logical, scientific side is screaming at 
me that this whole situation is ludicrous and that I should be mortified. But 
I'm not. I'm hopelessly aroused. 
Mulder's smoky voice has lulled me to a point where I feel languid and trusting. 
Besides, it's not as though I haven't seen him do this.  
"I often see you, in my mind, on the couch...this couch. I imagine you naked and 
touching yourself and then I imagine it's me touching you..." I allow my hand to 
drift to my mound. I slip a finger inside and discover what I already knew. I'm 
swollen and wet. I gasp and halt my monologue, allowing myself to be caught up 
in the sensation. 
"But now Scully, you're naked on my couch touching yourself..." he whispers. 
"Are you imagining me touching you now?" 
I nod. 
"Mmm." I hear him moving around a bit and then I feel his hand on my thigh. I 
jump a little. "Shhh. Would you like this part of the fantasy to be real?" 
My hand has been steadily moving faster and my arousal is growing. My mouth 
opens on another gasp, "Please..." 
His hand moves slowly up my thigh and my own hand stops it's motion. "Don't," he 
tells me, "don't stop." I resume stroking myself and then feel his hand next to 
mine. He pushes down on the top of my finger, increasing the pressure against my 
clit. "Faster, Scully." 
With his help, my hand moves impossibly faster and my breathing becomes ragged. 
I'm so close, I feel my muscles beginning to tense and then he stops us. I moan 
in protest and my eyes fly open.  
He's watching me intensely. "What else, Scully? What else do you imagine when 
you touch yourself?" He asks licking his lips. Oh God, that mouth. 
"Your mouth," I rasp, " I see you kissing my lips, my breasts, my..." 
He leans over me and covers my mouth with his, then trails down, sucking on my 
lower lip, my neck and then one of my aching breasts. He swirls his tongue over 
the nipple and then nips it. 
"Oh God, Mulder!" 
He moves lower still and my body is shaking. His tongue darts in and out of my 
navel, mimicking what I desperately want him to do someplace lower. 
"Scully, I want to tell you another one of my fantasies," he says looking up 
from my belly. "I often imagine your mouth on my cock making me come...I'd like 
to make you come with MY mouth." 
I'm beyond words. I grab his shoulder and squeeze hoping he takes that as a yes. 
I get a wicked smile in return and his mouth is suddenly covering me. His tongue 
darts in and out and strokes me over and over. I begin to convulse and then it 
happens. An orgasm rips through me and I finally scream his name, not in my 
head, but out loud. 
XxX  
I'm holding her and she's shaking like a leaf. I can't believe...of all my 
wildest fantasies the reality is SO much better. Good Lord. I've just shared the 
most erotic moment of my life with the woman I love and I...well, I do have one 
problem. 
I'm hard as a fucking brick here and I'm not sure what to do about it. I try to 
tamp down the feeling a bit. I gather her in closer and stroke her hair as she 
comes back to herself. I suddenly realize why she's shaking. She's crying. Oh 
God. 
"Scully...what..." 
She pulls back and looks into my face. Tears are falling but her face is twisted 
into a smile. She puts a finger to my lips. "Shh, Mulder...I'm fine. I...I'm 
just a little overwhelmed," she says in a husky whisper. She kisses me and pulls 
away abruptly. I smile at her. 
"Do you..." 
"Taste myself." She says incredulously. 
We both laugh and I kiss her, her mouth falls open and we both savor the kiss. 
She pulls away and laughs. 
"What?" 
"You're kind of overdressed there." She moves her small hand down and strokes my 
length. 
"Scully..." I say in a warning tone. 
"Shut up, Mulder. It's my turn." She stands on wobbly legs and straddles my 
thighs. She loosens my tie and then takes it off and tosses it in the direction 
of her shed clothes. She quickly unbuttons my shirt, and after some fumbling on 
both our parts we get it off to. 
She pauses and runs her hands along my chest. 
"You like it when I touch your nipples right, Scully?" 
Mulder/Scully telepathy she gets my meaning immediately, God I love this woman. 
Her hands find their way to my nipples and she rolls them between her thumb and 
forefingers. I can't help gasping, it feels so good. But southern parts of my 
anatomy are protesting.  
"Scully...as much as I'm really enjoying that..." 
She laughs, "What's the matter, Mulder? Space utilization problems?" 
We both crack up and I nod. Her face grows serious and she slides off of me. She 
pulls me up and begins to work on my belt buckle. I toe off my shoes. 
"May I tell you another of my fantasies, Mulder?" 
"Please," I breathe. 
"I've always wanted to strip you and then lower myself onto you and make love to 
you like that..." 
"On top of me?" I ask her with a pained smile. 
"Yeah..." she give me a shy, sexy smile. 
"Oh Scully." She works my zipper down and then I step away from her and quickly 
discard my pants. I sit back down on the couch and she gapes at me. A smile 
crosses my lips. "I love the way you think, Scully. And who am I to deny you 
that fantasy? C'mere." 
She crosses over to me and I take her hands and place a kiss in each of them. 
Then I reach for her waist and spread my legs, pulling her between them. She 
bends down and rests on her knees in front of me and strokes me with her hand. I 
stop her. 
"Don't...I'm ready to blow here and I really want to be inside you...if that's 
all right with you." 
She smiles again and nods. "It's more than OK, Mulder. That's my favorite 
fantasy, you inside me. But I could use some help here...I've visualized this 
but never really..." she stops, blushing. 
"Hey..." I tip her chin up with my finger, after all we've seen of each other 
today, there's nothing either of us ever needs feel ashamed of in front of the 
other. I love you, Dana." 
"I love you, too." We start kissing and I'm really aching here. "Dana, I..." 
"Oh..." 
"Here, move...OK, that's it," she straddles my thighs, placing her knees on the 
couch. I reach for her hips again and lower her onto me slowly. We both moan as 
we're finally connected. "Oh yesss..."  
She leans forward and kisses me again and I grab her hips and start to move her. 
Scully is a fast learner and soon she's found her rhythm. I'm quickly lost and 
my hips begin to buck wildly. She reaches down and pinches at my nipples and I 
scream and come hard and then I let my head droop and rest on her shoulder. I 
think I'm on total sensory overload. 
XxX 
"MULDER! MULDER! Are you OK, oh God..." 
"Huh...wha...Oh, I'm more than OK, Scully." 
"Thank God." 
He smiles dreamily at me. Yeah, he's OK. We're both OK. 
"C'mere and lie down with me Scul...Dana?" 
"Dana? Does this mean I'm allowed to call you Fox now?" 
"Baby, you can call me anything you want." 
"Even Spooky?" I get a laugh. 
"You talk to much," he pulls me closer and smothers my mouth with a kiss. Our 
legs tangle and we run our hands over each other, not wanting to lose the 
other's touch. Finally I break the kiss.  
"Mulder...Fox...I...that was...I've never experienced anything like that," I 
tell him seriously. 
"Is that a good thing?" 
I touch his lip, "Yeah, it's a very good thing. I feel so close to you now." 
"Mmm. I feel the same, but Scully...could we...I just want to lie here and feel 
you in my arms awhile." 
"OK, but promise me you'll tell me some more fantasies later." I tease. 
"On that you may count my dear." 
XxX 
THE END 
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I hope all of you out there in readerland figured out this little story was pure 
fluff and merely meant to be a fun, fictional, sexual romp. I needed a break 
from some of the angst I'd been writing. I'd like to say a special note of 
thanks to the Fabulous Frogdoggie. This piece wouldn't be what it is without 
your wonderful TECHNICAL advice. Thank you to Ten, who keeps me honest and 
grammatically correct. You're both the greatest. And thanks to you, dear reader, 
for taking the time to read my fevered ramblings. 
Best,
Crash