Title: Rebellion Author: Frances Hartman E-mail: fhartman@aol.com Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None Category: SR Keywords: MSR Summary: Ain't technology a wonderful thing? Mind candy of the somewhat audio-visual sort. Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder, Scully, and The Lone Gunmen as they appear on "The X-Files" are the sole property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and 1013 Productions. No expectation of profit is inferred, believed, or even considered for one brief moment. Special Note: There are two camps where Mulderbation is concerned. Those for, and those against. I am against. Hopefully, as close against it as possible. "Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself." --Oscar Wilde Scully grimaced as she jiggled the key in the fourth lock from the top, a relatively complicated task to accomplish while juggling the heavy key ring, her own car keys, her purse, an anti-surveillance sweep device and a bag of kitty litter, while balancing on the icy stoop in her three inch heels and making sure she wasn't observed trying to maneuver her way into the seemingly abandoned warehouse that served as the lair of the vacationing Lone Gunman. Byers, Langly, and Frohike were in Cabo San Lucas, ostensibly attending an international conspiracy conference, but more likely ogling the bikini clad tourists on this snowy December day in Washington. They were going to be gone for three weeks, and in a rare moment of inspired lunacy, Scully had agreed to stop by twice a day and feed Abernathy, the Gunmen's pet kitten. She breathed a sigh of relief as the recalcitrant lock gave up the ghost, and in short order, she had navigated the rest of the mechanical obstacles, disarmed the three electronic alarm systems, and breached the portal into the inner sanctum of the conspiracy world. The place was a mess. "Jesus, don't they ever clean?" The Gunmen's HQ made Mulder's apartment look like a centerfold out of Martha Stewart, but Scully supposed that made sense. Three times the space, three times the bachelor, three times the mess. Making a mental note to do some unauthorized cleaning, she dropped the bags on the counter and began the sweep. She was just completing the task when her cell phone chirped. "Scully." "Hey, Scully, it's me. Run the gauntlet successfully yet?" "You have no idea, Mulder. How can these guys live like this?" Flipping on the power strips, Scully jumped as no less than twelve monitor screens flickered to life. "Good God. I think they've got camera feed from the Pentagon." He chuckled warmly. "Well, let me know if you learn anything interesting about the lifestyles of the corrupt and powerful." "I doubt it, Mulder. As it is, I'm pretending I'm not seeing any of this. This is highly unethical, not to mention illegal. And in any case--" Scully broke off in a gasp, her eyes riveted on one of the screens in front of her. "Scully! Are you okay?" There was a pause as she stood transfixed. "I'm. . .I'm fine, Mulder. Just dropped something." Scully wasn't entirely sure why she lied, but she supposed it was easier to dissemble rather than admit that she was currently staring at her partner's naked torso. How, or why, the guys had gotten a camera in Mulder's apartment, she couldn't say. A quick scan of the other monitors showed that there wasn't a similar device in her home, much to her intense relief. It had been awhile since Scully had shot someone. She wasn't anxious to orphan a poor defenseless cat. Apparently, Mulder had just recently gotten out of the shower, judging by his damp hair and state of near undress. Only a pair of well-worn and unbuttoned jeans covered his lean frame; unbuttoned enough, in fact, for Scully to detect that the jeans were the only garment he was wearing. "So, Scully. What are you wearing?" "Mulder, did you call me for any other reason than to sexually harass me?" She saw him smile, and unseen, she returned the expression. "Just to tell you that we have to be at the airport tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. We're headed out to San Diego on the Larson case." Mulder flopped down on the couch on his back, cradling the phone with one hand while the other carelessly draped over his taut stomach. "Got the call from Skinner about ten minutes ago." "You're kidding. Isn't he the one who disallowed your 302 this morning?" It was unusual for Skinner to prevent any of Mulder's cases, but it had been known to happen. Not that this infrequency encouraged Mulder to be very graceful when those occasions did arise, a fact made blatantly obvious by the heated exchange in their boss' office earlier that very day. Skinner hadn't backed down in the face of her partner's anger, insisting that it was a waste of Bureau resources. "Yeah, I thought it was pretty strange myself. But apparently, I'm not the only one suspecting some sort of paranormal involvement. The San Diego SAC requested us specifically, because of our 'unique and special talents.' Old boyfriend of yours, Scully?" Mulder's tone was teasing. "I don't know, Mulder. Did you get a name?" Mulder grinned again at her riposte, but her answering smile was swallowed as on the screen, she saw him absently begin to caress his stomach with his long fingers. The movement was slow and sensual, and Scully couldn't take her eyes off it. "Nope, but. . .San Diego? Didn't you live out there for a while, Scully?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah. I did. Yeah." "Don't worry, Mulder. I can point you to all the good restaurants." "That's what I like about you, Scully. You have your priorities in order." She laughed. "You're appallingly simple, Mulder. I only had to work with you a week to know that the way to your heart is through your stomach." Her eyes widened as his hand drifted downward, his fingers tracing the edge of his open button fly, lightly playing with the crisp, dark hair that peeked through the opening. "And that's why it belongs to you, Scully. You're the only one who understands me." "WHAT!?" "Kidding, Scully. Relax." It took a second for her to realize that Mulder was referring to his heart, and not his. . .heart, and she hadn't in fact spoken her thoughts aloud. Her partner might not be aware of it. . .he probably wasn't even aware of the path his hands were traveling. . .but by now, everything he said was being assigned a sexual connotation. He was so peaceful, relaxed, and so unabashedly sensual that it took her breath away. Especially when his fingers slipped beneath the worn denim and out of sight. Scully didn't grow up with two brothers without figuring out a few things about the way they dealt with their anatomy when they thought no one was looking. Of course, this reminded her of the terrible invasion of privacy she was helping to perpetuate. Guilt-stricken, she turned away from the screen. "Um. . .Mulder? There's something I need to tell you." "Hey, Scully. Did anyone ever tell you that you have a great phone voice?" Mulder asked suddenly. "Did you know---what? I have what?" Scully blinked in surprise, completely taken aback. "You do. Low and husky. Very intimate. I can practically hear your breath in my ear." "Christ, Mulder. You make me sound like a phone sex operator." She fanned herself, suddenly very warm at the rather intimate tone his voice had suddenly assumed. Her thoughts about her sexy partner were becoming way too charged. "Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it, Scully. There's money to be made there." His voice grew even softer. "I'd sign up for you." Startled, Scully turned around and glanced at the monitor. To her stunned amazement, Mulder was openly stroking his hand over the now prominent bulge in his jeans. Back and forth, up and down, his fingers traced the outline of his hardness, teasing himself. His eyes were closed as his head dropped back on the arm of the sofa, the phone now cradled in the crook of his shoulder as he caressed his chest with his free hand. "Mulder." She moistened her suddenly dry lips with her tongue, eyes riveted on the slow, erotic movement of his hands. "Mulder. . .are you saying my voice turns you on?" "Does that bother you, Scully?" "Oh. . .well. . .um. . .n-no, it doesn't. It doesn't bother me. Not exactly." She took a deep breath and slowly released it, making a decision. "Actually, it's. . .sort of exciting." His eyelashes flicked open and his hands paused for a moment as a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Knowing you turn me on excites you, Scully. That's good to know." His fingertips brushed over his nipple. "That's very good to know." "Mulder. You have to stop." She saw him raise an eyebrow. "Is this where you tell me this conversation is going to adversely affect our partnership?" His hand eased down into his jeans to touch himself, skin to skin, and she fought to hold back the tiny moan in the back of her throat. Scully bit her lip as she realized that she was going to have to explain that her suggestion hadn't been referring to their conversation, but to what Mulder was clearly intending to do. . .with her on the other end of the phone. She forced herself to turn her back to the screens. "That's not what I meant, Mulder. It's. . .well, actually, it's something I've thought about for a long time now." "Mm." Mulder was silent for a moment. "Then why should I stop, Scully? Is it so scary to admit that we're sexually attracted to each other? I can admit that I've thought about making love to you. Haven't you thought about it?" She didn't answer, and Mulder chuckled in her ear. "Come on, Scully. Be honest." "Mulder. . ." For a moment, Scully was at a loss. "I'm trying to be honest. It's just. . ." She squeezed her eyes shut. "Mulder, did you know that the Gunmen have a surveillance camera hidden in your living room?" There was dead silence on the other end of the line for a full ten seconds as Mulder absorbed that piece of information. "I see. Are you watching me, Scully?" "Not. . .not right now, no," she whispered. "But you were." She paused, then opted for honesty. "Up until a minute ago, yes. Until I told you to stop." "Mm." Mulder was thoughtful. "Did it offend you? What I was doing?" "No!" Scully's response was instant and definite. "No, it didn't." "Did it turn you on, Scully?" Her heart beat faster. "Yes," she breathed. "So why did you tell me to stop?" he queried softly. Scully shrugged. "It seemed. . .dishonest. It wasn't right that you didn't know I could see you." She blushed, glad that Mulder couldn't see. "And I don't know if I could have pretended later I hadn't watched." "But now I know you're watching me. Turn around, Scully." "Mulder. . ." "Turn around, Scully. I want you to see." Slowly, she pivoted on her heels, her eyes going immediately to his image and locking on the sight of him stretched out on the couch, now gloriously nude, his hand slowly stroking the length of his hardened erection. It was spectacular. He was spectacular, and Scully couldn't restrain the moan that escaped her lips at the vision. "God, you're beautiful," she whispered, the words slipping out unbidden as she watched. His eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a breath at the sound of her voice. "Scully," he murmured, his hand moving slightly faster, rhythmically milking his aroused flesh. She could hear his husky breath resonating in her ear and her respiration hitched in response. His fingers lazily traced over the sensitive head of his shaft, playing with the wetness there, and she licked her lips, imagining his taste. The image brought a soft whimper from deep in her chest. He moaned in answer. "Yeah, Scully. You like that? Does watching me make you hot?" Scully couldn't seem to catch her breath. "God. . ." "I have a confession to make, Scully." His voice was deep and husky, the rough sounds scraping over her nerves and stimulating her deep inside. Instantly, her flesh grew wet and warm, aching for his touch, craving the caress of the hands now stroking his own throbbing arousal. "Go on," she breathed, trying vaguely to decide what she desired more at that moment, to have him tease her flesh in just that way, or to pull his hands away from his hardness and finish the job herself. Probably both. "What is it, Mulder?" "I've done this before, Scully." He was teasing himself, trailing his fingers over his length and drawing light circles around the tiny opening in the tip of his cock. "I've touched myself like this while we've talked on the phone. Closed my eyes and pretended it was you touching me." Gently, he encircled his erection in one hand and gave one, then two, slow, lazy strokes. His hips arched slightly and she quivered in response. "Talk to me, Scully. Tell me what you're feeling." She swallowed to relieve the sudden dryness in her mouth. "I. . .oh, God. . .I think I'm jealous, Mulder." He paused momentarily, his eyes opening. "Jealous?" "Of you. Of your hands." She stared hard at the screen, her eyes following the trail she wished she was following at that moment with her hands and lips. "I want to be there with you, Mulder. Touching you." She was rewarded with a deep, rumbling moan from the other end of the phone. "Tell me, Scully," he breathed, panting slightly. "Tell me what you'd do if you were here." He gripped his erection again in one strong hand, pumping slowly. "I want to hear it. . .and feel it." Scully was riveted. Slowly, she reached her hand out and caressed the monitor screen. "I'd tease you a little bit. Run my fingers up and down. Lightly." She swallowed hard as she heard him suck in his breath, imitating the delicate touch she described. "Like that. I'd stroke the insides of your thighs, trailing just my fingertips over your muscles, feeling them tense as I trailed my fingertips over your cock." His muscles flexed in response to her words and he moaned softly. "I'd touch you slowly, delicately, tracing every vein and nerve...toying with the very tip. Teasing you." "Ohhhhh. . ." Mulder closed his eyes. "My God. . ." "Then I'd let my fingers drift lower, letting them play lightly over the surface of your balls. Just tickling you. Barely touching you. Teasing you." He gave a choked whimper, his hands following the path described by her voice. "Scully." He forced her name out through tight lips. "Scully, please. . ." She shivered, hearing him whisper her name in a deep, husky tone laced with passion. "Tell me, Mulder. Tell me what you want." "More. . .oh, god, Scully. . .I need more..." he breathed. "Do you want me to take you in my hand, Mulder?" She was rewarded by another soft moan. "Do you want me to close my hand around your cock and stroke you? Do you want me to rub your cock, Mulder?" "Yes. . ." he gasped, his fingers still teasing as if they were no longer truly his, but merely instruments of her will. "God, Scully, please. . ." "Then do it, Mulder." She stared at the image of his hands in heated fascination. "I want to see it. I want to see you stroke yourself for me. Slowly," she cautioned. "Gently." The deep, convulsive breaths in her ear thrilled her almost as much as the sight of him reacting to the touch of his own hand. Hypersensitised by her presence on the phone and the knowledge of her eyes on his every movement, he reacted to even the gentlest of strokes as if touched by fire. Almost unbidden, her hand slowly lifted and came to rest on her taut breast, her thumb rubbing against her nipple. She gasped at the sensation, and he responded vividly to the sound. "Scully," he moaned sharply. "Oh, God. . .do that again. . ." "Do what, Mulder?" she asked in a whisper. "Run my fingers over my nipples again? Is that what you want?" "Jesus!" His whole body jerked at her words, his fingers flexing around his length. "Please, Scully, I can't. . ." Sweat began to bead on his brow with the effort of holding himself back. "Faster," she commanded softly, relenting. "Use both hands." She gasped inaudibly as he obeyed, one hand slipping down between his legs to cup and squeeze his balls. Clearly, the effect on him was dramatic as he threw his head back against the arm of the couch and slammed his eyes shut. Scully filed the information away for future reference. If she had her way, it would be knowledge she would be putting into practice very, very soon. "My God, Scully," he groaned into the phone cradled on his shoulder. "Don't stop. Keep talking..." "I won't stop, Mulder," she murmured, her voice shaking with arousal. "I want you to lick your finger. . .that's right. . .make it nice and wet. Now, rub it against the head of your cock." Entranced, Scully watched the monitor in fascination as he did as she asked, gasping at the sensation. "That's my tongue, Mulder. I want to taste you on my tongue." His hips bucked at the words, his other hand flying up and down the length of his erection. She swore she could see it pulsing under his touch. "Oh, yes. Don't stop, Mulder. Harder. Squeeze yourself harder. . .just like I was sucking you deep into my mouth." Air hissed between his teeth, and Mulder arched his back, pumping and stroking his cock furiously. "Don't stop, Mulder. I want you to come for me." "Oh, God, Scully. . ." "Come on, Mulder," she instructed, eyes locked on his writhing body. "Let me see it. Let me taste it. Come for me, Mulder." "Oh, Jesus. . .Scully!" Face screwed into a rictus of ecstasy, Mulder's tortured flesh exploded, pulsing and twitching in his grip. He moaned and twisted, totally abandoned in orgasm, and Scully's body throbbed in response. Aroused beyond belief, she continued to encourage him, drawing the last spasms of his climax out of him with the sound of her husky voice. Long moments passed while Mulder caught his breath, stunned at what had just passed between him and his super-reserved partner. "Hey, Scully?" he finally managed. "Mm?" "Wow." She chuckled. "Thank you. I think." Caressing the monitor one last time with her eyes, she turned away to pet Abernathy, who was mewing insistently and weaving his way around her legs. "But I don't think you were totally honest with me, Mulder." "What?" Mulder was having trouble getting all the synapses to fire right at that moment. "How do you mean?" She smiled as she bent over to feed the kitten, shifting the phone to her other hand. "You couldn't possibly have done that before with me on the other end of the phone. I think I would have known." His rusty chuckle echoed over the line. "I usually have a bit more self-control than that. And I usually don't have such. . .intense provocation." He breathed deeply. "Not that I'm complaining. Not at all." His tone was emphatic. "I told you, it's that voice of yours. That's usually enough to turn me on no matter what you're saying. . .but that. . .that, Scully, was incredible." She flushed hotly, a bit embarrassed at her memory of the things she'd said. "Thank you again, I suppose." "Believe me, you are very welcome, Scully. Any time." His sigh was heartfelt. "Anytime at all." She stopped. "You mean that, Mulder?" "Absolutely." "Good." Scully slung her purse over her shoulder and headed for the door. "I'm fifteen minutes away."