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Mulder's Apartment
Mulder shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed the “go bag” he usually stored in the bottom of his wardrobe. His head was thumping with a headache that had been threatening all afternoon, so coming home to a notice from the super that the building needed to be evacuated for the weekend for fumigation was not the reception he desired. After a couple of frantic phone calls he realised there was no choice but to leave for the weekend so he snatched his keys and wallet and slung the small duffel over his shoulders as he walked out of the building.
Most of the neighbours had already left and he scrambled to catch up as the building shut down then found himself standing on the sidewalk with nowhere to go. He looked up and down the street as if a solution would present itself then pulled his phone from his pocket and thumbed through the contacts.
Charlie…that would involve a long weekend of listening to him moan about his ex girlfriend.
Danny…nah, the Nicks lost last night to his Celtics so that is more gloating than he could take.
The gunmen…three hours of dungeon and dragons, followed by a vigorous debate on the best star trek captain was more than he could cope with.
Scully…as if she would let him stay.
He put his phone away and took a moment to think about other options then remembered an article he read about unexplainable lights in the skies over Somerset Massachusetts. He made his way to the metro to get to the airport. He was sure he would be able to catch a redeye without much hassle.
Dulles Airport
Less than an hour later, Mulder stared at the departures board just inside the doors of Dulles airport and cursed his luck. He just missed one flight, and it was three hours to the next one. He looked around for inspiration, spotted the airport bar and turned on his heels to cross the concourse to sit down. He ordered a beer and glanced at the display of widescreen TVs showing various sports.
Something niggled at the back of his brain that he didn't want to face. But no matter how many sips he took of his beer or how hard he concentrated on the basketball game, the thought couldn't be suppressed.
You have no one. You are alone.
He dipped his chin to his chest to take a moment then looked up only when his phone ringing stole his attention.
He took it out of his pocket and smiled at the display that showed Scully’s name. He clicked the connect button and held it up to his ear as his other hand turned the beer on its coaster.
“Hey,” he said, a deviation from his usual greeting.
“Mulder, where have you been, I’ve been trying to catch you all day?”
“Oh, my apartment complex is being fumigated, so I had to leave and figure out somewhere to camp out for a couple of nights. I thought I’d head up to Massachuesetts.”
“Visiting your mother?”
“Nah, I thought I’d go check out the report of some lights over Somerset.”
“Lights?”
“There were widespread accounts of unidentified coloured lights hovering in the skies last night and the night before.”
“So, you thought you’d what? Go hang out in some random field and hope for the best?”
He didn't miss the little laugh in her voice.
“I thought it was worth investigating, and seeing as we don't have an open case, and I’ve nowhere else to stay, I may as well pay for a motel in Somerset as D.C., so it was a good opportunity-”
“You don't have anywhere else to stay?”
“I mean, with my apartment being fumigated.”
“Mulder,” she said and she laughed softly again, though this time it wasn't teasing, there was something else in her voice he didn't quite recognise. “You have other options, of course you do. You don't need to fly 600 kilometres to find a place to put your head.”
“Well, I-” he started to speak though he was unsure what he was going to say.
“Where are you right now?”
“I just got to Dulles. I was going to catch the ten thirty to Logan and rent a car.”
“That flight isn't for another three hours. Have you bought your ticket yet?”
“No, I just got to the airport,” he said, fudging the truth as he looked around the small bar that was half filled with weary travellers. He hadn't bought a ticket because he didn't really want to go to Somerset. He just couldn't think of another option.
“Don’t go,” she said and again he heard that soft smile in her voice but couldn't place its meaning. “Come to mine.”
“I couldn't put you out.”
“Of course you could,” she said quickly and chuckled. “Hell, I’m insulted you didn't try to come here and drown me in photos of crop circles or ring forts.”
Mulder scoffed and looked down at the nearly untouched beer that his fingers continued to idly turn.
“Come on, Mulder,” she continued to cajole and he knew he was going to go to her place but he did enjoy that teasing almost begging tone in her voice. “I’ll let you watch what you want.”
Mulder laughed and was nodding his head as he pushed his beer away as he slid off the stool. “Okay, you twisted my arm. I’m on the way.”
He heard her laughing as he hung up then grabbed his bag and prayed the metro would be cooperative and get him to her apartment as quickly as possible.
Scully's Apartment
Scully hung up the phone and shook her head with a little laugh. She looked down at the dismantled gun on her table and refocused her thoughts to finish cleaning it and putting it back together. Once done, she put the case back in her bedroom then prepared a pillow and blanket for Mulder to take the couch.
Queequeg yipped and jumped on her couch then found a comfy spot curled up on the blanket she just put down. She smiled and shooed the dog away but he just jumped up on the other side and curled up on the pillow.
“Queeg! This is not for you!” she chided as she ushered the dog aside again then picked up the blanket and pillow and carried them into her room. She left them on the end of her bed and closed the door so the dog wouldn't get to them and went back into the living room.
She stood by the entrance into her kitchen and hung her hands off her hips as she looked around and wondered what she had been thinking.
She hadn't meant to invite him around, but she heard something in his voice she didn't like and before she could even stop herself or think it through the words tumbled out of her mouth and she was inviting him to stay. Two nights. Two nights of Mulder lying on her couch.
A trickle of doubt started to curl around her gut but she pushed it aside. He would be here any minute and she knew he would be feeling self conscious and out of place. She wanted him to be comfortable and at ease so she grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and microwaved some popcorn. She had just put the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and went back to the kitchen to collect the beers when she heard the door buzzer.
Her heart cinched and she brushed her hands down her front then realised, too late, she should have changed. She was wearing a tight fitting chocolate brown tank top with a slate grey cardigan on top, and a slim figure hugging pair of black leggings. Not the usual attire she wore when she was going to see Mulder, but he had seen her in various states of undress or professional outfits so she shrugged away her own discomfort and walked to the door in time for the buzzer to ring again.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said as she pulled the door wide open and stepped back. She gestured him in with a sweep of her arm and tried to smile as naturally as she could. “Come in.”
Mulder’s smile was a little sheepish as he crossed over the threshold and dropped his bag inside the door. Queegqueg bounced over and ran around Mulder's feet, almost tripping him up then raced him to the couch and jumped up on the middle cushion. Mulder shrugged off his coat and Scully took it off him before he could toss it over her furniture. She noticed he looked tired, maybe a little nervous too as she hung his coat up on the stand behind the door.
“Sit down,” she said and ushered him over to the couch and shooed the dog away again then pushed Mulder down on the cushion. “Here.”
She handed him the remote and then a beer, then grabbed her own beer and the bowl of popcorn.
“Five star service at Casa Scully, I see.”
“I can't believe you were going to fly to Massachusetts just to find somewhere to stay.”
“Not just for that,” he grumbled, then sipped his beer. “I was going to check out those lights.”
“Lights in the sky, huh?”
“Unidentified coloured lights,” he corrected and lifted one finger to point at the ceiling as if this made the suggestion irrefutable. “They hovered Scully, lights that hovered.”
Scully smiled and sipped her beer then ate a handful of popcorn as he flickered through the channels. Queegqueg was on her lap and she idly scratched under his chin. Mulder was sitting right beside her with one hand holding his beer on his lap, the other holding the remote. She watched him pause on the sports reports but kept surfing then tossed the remote onto the table when he found an old black and white movie she didn't recognise.
They ate popcorn, fed Queegqueg a few kernels, and sipped beers in silence as they watched the movie though she could tell he wasn't really paying attention. After a few more minutes when the dog jumped off her lap to drink out of its water bowl in the kitchen, Scully turned on her cushion and tucked her feet under her ass.
“Tell me about the lights,” she said.
“In the sky?”
She smiled and punched his shoulder softly then reached for another fistful of popcorn. “What did the reports say?”
“According to several credible witnesses,” he began and ignored the scoff she made. “The lights appeared out of nowhere. They hovered approximately thirty feet above the ground, flickered and changed colours, then disappeared.”
“What colour were the lights?”
“What colour?” He turned to look at her and lifted both eyebrows in surprise. “Green and red, I think.”
“So, regulation aviation navigation lights.”
“Aircraft doesn't hover.”
“Helicopters do.”
“Helicopters make noise.”
“These lights were silent?”
Mulder smiled and looked back at the TV then sipped his beer again and ate more popcorn.
“I know it's not your inclination but…” He hesitated in continuing but couldn't stop himself now that he had started. “Did you ever look up into the night sky and feel certain that... not only was something up there but... it was looking down on you at that exact same moment and was just as curious about you as you are about it?”
Scully smiled. Philosophical Mulder. Dreaming Mulder. Wondrous, full of hope Mulder. She loved to entertain him by arguing when he was like this.
“Mulder,” she said slowly and took a moment to sort her thoughts out to make sure they would have their intended impact. “I think the only thing more fortuitous than the emergence of life on this planet is that, through purely random laws of biological evolution, an intelligence as complex as ours ever emanated from it.”
She saw his eyes flare with excitement and held back her smile. She wasn't finished yet. She had way more to say and her own excitement bubbled up in anticipation of his reaction.
“The very idea of intelligent alien life is not only astronomically improbable, but at its most basic level, downright anti-Darwinian!”
Every word that slid out of her mouth from between her plump soft lips sank through his whole body, consuming every morsel he willingly gave up to her. No one talked to him the way she did. No one gave him the time or attention like she did. No one cared enough to engage with him like this. No one cared, except her.
His chest filled with something hot but not uncomfortable, and he took a slow deep breath to let it flush through him, but it didn't dissipate in the way he expected. Instead it slithered down his spine and he felt his balls get tight as his cock started to harden.
Mulder looked at her and expected to see her challenging eyes but instead he saw her lips curved in a smile and her tongue came out to lick her lower lip before her teeth bit down on the corner.
“You’re incredible,” he said and her smile widened as if she won something, and he wasn't sure if that meant he lost something.
She patted his shoulder and nodded her head. “I am. You would do well to remember that.”
“I realised it the day I met you, and I’ve never forgotten it.”
Scully smiled again then grabbed more popcorn but she wasn't watching the tv anymore, she was watching him and he felt like he was on a slide under her microscope. Like she could see right through him, and on some level he knew that was true. With that realisation came a flush of comfort that pushed away any trace of tension that was wrapping his body.
All of a sudden the noise was gone. The usual distractions that poked his brain and kept him from connecting on any level with someone, anyone, her; it all seeped away. He leaned forward and put the popcorn bowl and his beer on the coffee table then took her beer out of her hand and put that on the coffee table too.
“I wasn't finished with that,” she muttered but when he looked at her face she was smiling as she waited for his next move.
“You can finish it later,” he said softly as he leaned towards her.
He stared at her eyes and waited for her reaction to his glacial movement but her smile just got a little bigger and her eyes became heated. He slid his hand against the side of her neck and ran his thumb against her jaw as he closed those final inches and pressed the softest kiss against her lips.
Scully felt her eyes flutter closed and lost herself in the sensation of his mouth against hers. This was not what she had expected to happen this evening but it wasn't unwelcome. She tipped her head up a little and his hand moved from the side of her neck to the back then up into her hair and cupped the back of her head as he deepened the kiss.
Mulder’s whole body rejoiced with her acceptance of his advances but nothing in this world could make him rush through whatever was happening, no matter how much he wanted to feel her skin slide against his.
Then she opened her mouth and he felt her tongue push past his lips and all of a sudden he wasn't the kisser, he was being kissed. Her hands went to his chest and he felt pressure. An alarm blared in his mind and he started to pull away, thinking she was trying to make him stop, but instead, she followed him, pushed him onto the couch and draped herself over him.
His hands moved to her sides, then skimmed around to her back and finally, when he built up enough courage from how her tongue moved slowly but insistently in his mouth, he cupped and squeezed her ass. Her resulting moan and grind of her hips shot right to his cock so he did it again and moaned back.
He slid one hand up her spine, under her cardigan as the other continued to knead her ass. His skin sizzled with lust that only ignited further when she moved her legs to straddle him completely. He couldn't get enough of her under his hands as they moved around her body, but the barrier of her clothes was dulling the sensation.
Just when he decided to pull up her top and try to slide his hand against the skin on her back, she broke the kiss, pressed her hands on his shoulders, and sat up. Mulder’s hands moved to her thighs and his eyes fixed on her fingers as she opened her cardigan and slid it down her arms but he fixed them on her face when she crossed her arms over her torso and pulled her tank top off.
He waited a moment then his eyes moved down to her breasts and his whole body ignited. He slid his hands up her torso and cupped her breasts so his thumbs could brush over her nipples and Scully arched her back to press them into his hands. She crossed her hands behind her head and closed her eyes as she basked in his touch and Mulder couldn't stop himself from sitting up and licking one nipple then sucking it into his mouth.
“Ohhh,” she moaned and tipped her head back further. “Oh yeah!”
Mulder opened his mouth wider to take more of her in, then covered that breast with his hand and switched his lips to the other one. She rocked her hips to seek out his hardness and Mulder's other hand moved to her ass to help her.
“I want you,” she muttered to the ceiling, then tipped her head forward and wrapped her arms around his head to hold him against her breasts. “Mulder,” she whined and rocked her hips. “I want you.”
She was repeating herself as if he didn't hear every single sound she made but he fucking loved hearing those words slide off her tongue. He clamped down on her nipple then licked it with the flat of his tongue as he pulled his head back and looked at her.
“Now,” she commanded and Mulder smiled.
He nodded his head and scrambled to pull off his top and cursed his decision that morning to put on a turtleneck. He heard her chuckle and then felt her hands pull it out of his jeans then help him take the top off entirely. He reached for her right away but she grabbed his hands and pushed him back onto the couch.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she said, then leaned over him, pressed her breasts to his chest and dragged them up to his mouth. She hovered over him, let him try to lick them then moved them down again and kissed him quickly. “Off. Now.”
She scrambled off his legs and ran away and Mulder stared after her in shock. He wasn't sure where she was going or if he was supposed to follow her but he understood her command to strip so he jumped off the couch and fumbled with his jeans. He kicked them down his legs, shucked his boxers, toed off his sneakers and tugged off his socks then found himself standing naked in her living room in a puddle of clothes with a straining erection.
A sudden burst of fear curdled up in his stomach and he felt his hard cock start to flag, then he caught movement from the corner of his eye. What ever deflation occurred in his cock washed away and he was rock hard again as he watched her stroll across the room, totally naked.
Mulder’s mouth was watering at the sight and he couldn't help but grin when he saw the square foil packet dangling between her teeth. She didn't hesitate or misstep as she crossed the room and Mulder kicked his clothes aside. His hands reached out to touch her as soon as she was within reach and his lips found her neck. He cupped her ass, pressed her into him and they both moaned in the skin contact that flared white hot desire between them.
“Fuck, Scully,” he muttered against her throat.
He gripped the back of her neck and squeezed her into his whole body. His cock was pressed between them, scorched from her heat and leaking to get inside her. He moved his hand around her ass and under her thigh then curled her leg over his hip so he could get closer to her blazing heat.
He lifted his head up and looked down at her. She still had the condom pinched between her teeth and with a smile he tugged it out of her mouth.
“Sit down,” she said and she pushed him back onto the couch.
He fell with a soft grunt and she immediately followed. He was sitting on the middle cushion of her couch and she quickly straddled his legs. His hands moved to her waist to pull her in closer but she resisted then took the condom out of his hand and ripped it open.
He watched with his mouth hanging open as she rolled it over the head of his cock then smoothed it down his shaft in slow tight strokes.
“Fuck, Scully,” he said, seemingly the only words he was capable of uttering, and thrust his cock up into her hand.
“Are you ready?” she asked and he nodded then moved his hand to cup her pussy. He slipped his fingers between her folds to find her soaking wet and already pulsing with desire.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
“I’m ready, I've been ready for a long time.”
Mulder paused and lifted his head to look at her where he expected to see her joking smile but instead he saw sincerity, heat, want. He kissed her gruffly and with one hand on her ass pulled her flush against him. Her hand was still around his cock and she continued to stroke him as much as she could while their bodies were pressed together.
“Now,” she said and she lifted up on her knees.
She guided his cock towards her entrance and moved it between her folds. He could already feel her heat and wanted to toss his head back and plunge his cock deep inside her but her teasing strokes felt sublime, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that to end.
She moved the head of his cock against her clit, tapped it there a few times and moaned as it sent shock waves of desire through her body. His hands went to her legs and pressed under her thighs to lift her up as she moved his cock against her pussy to her entrance. He squeezed her legs and she spread her knees further as she lowered herself onto him.
Immediately he was overwhelmed with the tight, hot, wetness that surrounded him more and more as she rocked onto him and took him in completely. They both moaned and he skimmed his arms around her body to press her chest against his. He tried not to come and repeated that mantra over and over in his head until she wiped his mind empty as she lifted her head and kissed his neck, his jaw, his cheek, his mouth.
Then she started moving.
She moved so slowly he felt every single inch of her pussy grip him on the way out then easily suck him back in as she lowered herself down again. She had her hands on his shoulders for balance and her legs did all the work and all Mulder could do was hold on. His hands covered her breasts and he sat forward enough to lick and suck on her nipples. He slid one hand between them and stroked her clit in slow teasing swipes until she started to speed up then he matched that rhythm to keep up with her.
His other hand slid to her ass and he helped her move because he knew he wasn't going to last very long. Every stroke of her body heightened what he was feeling and as much as he wanted it to last forever he knew better than to wish for that so he focused on making sure she got off too.
He gripped her ass with both hands and started to move her faster, harder, making sure he tilted his hips at just the right moment to hit her exactly where she needed it. Her hands gripped tighter on his shoulders and he slipped his hands under her thighs to lift her up.
“Hold on,” he said and he pumped his hips up into her.
She tossed her head back and pressed her breasts into his face and Mulder willingly bowed into her as he continued to move. Her body was singing with her impending release and she didn't even try to hold back. She let that coiling desire twirl and curl in her core and clenched around his cock as much as she could. He was holding her in place and pounding up into her at speed. The slap of their skin rang out in the quiet room. Both of them were panting, moaning, slick with sweat and on the cusp of release.
“Mul…oh…Mulder!” she yelled out and her whole body went stiff as that coil stretched and snapped and she was flushed with pure pleasure.
“Yes!” he moaned and followed her almost immediately. Her pussy quivered and clenched around his cock eking out every last ounce he had to give until he dropped her onto his lap and she draped herself across his chest.
It took a few more moments before either of them could move and when she lifted her head off his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck, just under his ear he slid his hands around her body and held her close. Mulder opened his eyes and tried to focus on Scully then saw her dog sitting on the armchair looking at him with a tilted head.
“Uh…Scully?” he said and she lifted her head and smiled at him. “Your dog…he’s staring at me.”
Scully sat up a little straighter and looked over, to see Queequeg watching them with one ear cocked. She smiled then turned back to Mulder who was watching the dog from the corner of his eyes. She cupped his face and kissed him quickly then pulled back and he looked at her.
“It's unnerving,” he whispered.
“Ignore him.”
“I’m not sure I can perform with an audience.”
“You did ok just then.”
“Just ok?” he teased and his hands skimmed over her ass.
Scully’s smile grew and she leaned in and kissed him again. “Better than ok.”
Mulder smiled and tipped his chin up to invite her for another kiss and when her lips brushed his he tightened his arms around her and kissed her harder. His softening cock was still buried inside her and he knew it wouldn't take much for him to get hard again but he wanted so much more than a couch fuck.
“And that was on the couch, while the dog watched,” he said as his hands ran up and down her back.
“Oh so you were handicapped by the surroundings?”
“You’re all about proof, Scully,” he said and kissed her collar bone. “Let me prove to you how much better it can be.”
“I can't argue with that.”
She climbed off him and he moaned at the sensation of her moving off his cock then he watched her race through the apartment towards her bedroom. Mulder pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash in the bathroom on his way to her bedroom and was pleased, relieved even, to feel his cock already starting to get hard.
He stepped into her room and turned to close the door but Queequeg was standing in the hallway whimpering to be let in.
“No, you had your show already,” Mulder muttered as he closed the door.
He turned to see Scully lying on her bed and he took a moment to take it all in, then crossed the room to give her all the proof she would ever need.
The End.