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Scully’s Apartment
Dana Scully leaned up and punched her pillow then dropped her head again and tried to get comfortable. Her head was spinning with everything that had happened over the last few days. She felt her paranoia spike and did her best to tamp it down. One of them needed to be rational. One of them needed to keep focused on the case and not the chaos.
“I think it’s remotely plausible that someone might think you’re hot.”
She punched her pillow again and slammed her face into it and released a muffled scream. What did that even mean? Ever since Mulder had uttered those words a few days ago in the basement office they had been living rent free in her mind, popping up at the most inopportune time. She looked up when he said it, expecting a waggle of his eyebrows, a leering smile or some other indication that he was joking, but instead he didn't even look up from his examination of the photos.
Was he serious? Did it mean he thought she was hot? She tried not to think about that. She tried not to think about his looks. Though he made it hard when he paraded around topless so casually when they were in a motel on a case. He never scrambled for a tee or bothered fastening his jeans all the way up when they hung out in his room to work on the case. If he came out of the shower and water droplets still glistened his tanned skin she generally made an excuse and left.
It wasn't often that she found herself so out of sync with her libido. Often it was clear what she wanted and she went after it. Like anything else in her life. Her last relationship was a little taboo but that didn't stop her. Sleeping with an instructor at the academy wasn't exactly forbidden but it was definitely frowned upon. Sleeping with your field partner was closer to being forbidden and would likely result in reassignment. So any time the notion started to manifest she quickly brushed it aside.
While her mind was on point, and ready to ignore the way his hand rested on her back, or how tactile he was, all the time, often without reason. Her body craved his closeness. A closeness he was all too willing to display. He leaned in way beyond the boundaries of her personal space. He spoke so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. He leaned over her when she worked on the computer to point something out almost as if he needed his whole body to do it when words would suffice.
She felt a hot pulse between her legs and screwed her eyes shut. “I think it’s remotely plausible that someone might think you’re hot.”
“Well, I think it's remotely plausible that someone might think you’re an ass,” she muttered into her pillow even as her hands moved down to her silky pyjama bottoms and were already pushing them off her legs.
She made it this far. 6 months of working with the most tactile man on the planet without caving to the need to use his image as a stimulant. She almost wanted to commend herself for lasting this long. It was probably a record for any woman he worked with in the past.
She felt a white hot flare of possessive jealousy that made her whole body still. Part of her wanted to examine what the hell that sensation was but the rest of her decided to slowly close that door and instead focus on the task that was quite literally at hand.
She kicked her pyjama bottoms off the bed from under her duvet and rolled over to reach into her night stand. Her hand fumbled around the random paraphernalia until she found what she was looking for and the mere thought that it wasn't front and centre made her realise how long it had been since she indulged.
She used to be a daily masturbater. Most days anyway if there was time. But since getting assigned to the x-files her fun times had dwindled to rare occasions. She lay back and tried to remember when the last time was and realised it was after she got home from Eurisko. When a computer tries to pull you through a vent into a spinning blade, you need the release.
She positioned herself on the bed and shuffled her ass to get comfy then ran her hand down her torso to her pussy. She was already wet and her fingers slipped back and forth over her seam in a slow light stroke. She knew exactly what she wanted but she didn't want to cave so quickly. She slipped her fingers between her folds and circled her entrance then up to her clit where she rubbed feather light touches in soft circles.
She felt that pulse again and it seemed to shudder through her whole body. Her other hand left the vibrator on the bed by her hip and moved up to her breast to pinch her nipple. The pain was just sharp enough to make her gasp and when she tugged on it again, this time harder, she realised this train was leaving the station with or without her ministrations and she needed to hurry if she wanted to keep up.
She fumbled on the sheet for the toy and rubbed it against her pussy lips then between her folds and lined it up to her entrance. It was a long, curved, purple, silicon toy, her favourite one, and she knew exactly how she liked it. She pressed the slightly bulbous head in and her own natural lubrication was so abundant it slid deeper without effort.
“Oh god…” her voice faded and her chant disappeared as she started to fill. Her pussy gripped the toy and tried to pull it deeper but before she pushed it in, she pressed the button on the base.
Nothing happened.
She pressed the button again and again and still the toy remained still.
“Fuck!” she cursed and bit the word out.
She tried the button again then gave up and tried to finish the old fashioned way. She pushed it in deeper and pulled it out and while it felt nice, and full, it wasn't the experience she was looking for. Her hands fell by her sides, the toy still half in her pussy and she stared at the ceiling. She needed new batteries. Two AA batteries. She racked her brain as she thought about all the items in her house that had batteries she could steal then jumped off the bed and raced into the living room for the tv remote.
The toy was still between her legs and she cocked her hip to take it out then unscrewed the base and dropped the offending batteries on the coffee table. She opened the back of her remote and swapped the batteries then replaced the base and pressed the button. To her utter joy the vibrator came to life, albeit not as strong as she would have liked.
She hurried back to her room and got back into position on her bed then ran the toy up and down her pussy again before she slipped it in again. She played with the head against her entrance, rocking it back and forth for a while as she got used to it again then pressed the button and pushed it in deeper.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. She could feel the vibration everywhere and rocked her hips up and down to get it as deep as possible. She turned and angled the toy to brush her front wall and everything amped up to a whole new level.
She didn't think this was going to be the longest or hardest orgasm of her life but it could be a nice primer. She had no work tomorrow and could easily spend the day in bed catching up with her old friend. Right now she just needed the release.
“I think it’s remotely plausible that someone might think you’re hot.”
“Fuck!” she cried out and lifted one leg to bend her knee and give herself more access.
She was on the tantalising precipice or an orgasm when the phone on her night stand rang loudly. It was so unexpected she jerked and pulled her legs together and the toy went in deeper. She scrambled for the phone as her hand moved between her legs to try and turn off the toy but her whole body was janky with desire and her coordination was shaky.
She picked up the phone and pressed the button to connect the call, her brain obviously sending the “button press” signal to the wrong hand. Her other hand still scrambled to pull out the vibrator, but her thighs were in the way and the button seemed unresponsive.
“Shit!”
“Scully?”
The sound of his voice, low, throaty and right in her ear made her pussy clench around the vibrator and she had to clamp her teeth down on her lips to stop herself from moaning.
“Scully? Are you there?”
“Yep, what up?” she asked casually though she knew her voice was an octave higher than it normally was.
“Are you ok? You sound…weird.”
“I’m fine.” Her other hand and legs finally got in sync. She widened her thighs and gripped the base of the toy but just instead of pressing the button to turn it off, two quick clicks, she clicked it once and it sped up.
“I just got back from meeting with Deep Throat.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“I just don't know if I can trust him anymore. I think he has an agenda that I’m not privy to.”
“Right.”
“I feel like a pawn. Some sort of play thing purely there for his pleasure.”
His words were ringing around in her head as her hand moved the vibrator slowly in and out of her clenching pussy.
“You saw it first though,” Mulder said softly. “You knew and you tried to make me see.”
“Mulder,” she said and clamped her mouth shut when it came out like a moan.
“Scully, you’re the only one I trust.”
Him saying her words back to her was like the world's most powerful aphrodisiac. Her whole body was aflame with victory and possessiveness. She pressed the button again and brought the toy up to the highest speed then tilted her hips for the perfect angle so she could move it in quick hard strokes to get exactly what she needed.
“Mulder,” she moaned through gritted teeth.
“I know, I should have listened to you.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It was like her every wish, being told she was right was always her favourite thing but having Mulder say it was a whole new high. She inhaled sharply when her body finally tripped over the edge and everything went blank for a moment. She thought she could hear him still talking and tried to latch onto what he was saying but it was no use. Her orgasm was all consuming. She panted as she tried to contain it all without him figuring it out and held the phone away from the side of her face to give herself a reprieve.
When her body sagged against the bed she turned the vibrator off but left it inside her as she lifted the phone back to her ear and listened to him breathing for a moment. She had no idea if he had asked her a question or if she was supposed to respond but the sound of his breathing was soothing.
“Mulder,” she said again, her voice croaky. “There are always going to be distractions trying to get us off course.” She closed her eyes and took in a long breath then released it slowly. Her orgasm was still fluttering around her body, mini aftershocks pulsing between her legs and getting her ready for round two. “The most important thing we can do is trust each other, support each other.”
“I do trust you.”
“I trust you. Only you.”
There was a beat of silence and Scully closed her eyes. Her heart was rampaging in her chest and she wondered how much longer the batteries would last before she would need a new supply.
“Goodnight Scully,” he said softly and clicked off the phone.
Mulder’s Apartment
Mulder dropped his hand to his lap and let the phone roll off his fingers onto the couch. He looked down at his cock and frowned at the bulge of his erection that pushed against his trousers. He was always a little hard at the end of the day, especially if he didn't have time to take care of himself that morning, but this was more than a half chub. This was a full on erection. Talking to Scully late at night was always a turn on. He knew she was in bed, he could hear the rustle of the bedsheets as she moved around during the call. Her voice at night was always a little breathy and the sleepy tone made him think of her warm soft body curled up against him.
He pressed the heel of his hand to the base of his cock and wondered if his dick had picked up on something during that call that his distracted brain had missed. He closed his eyes and replayed the whole thing in his mind, for once not cursing his photographic memory.
She had just woken up. She was in bed. She was a little breathless…
She was in bed, and a little breathless.
Mulder’s eyes flew open and he felt his cock throb. He closed his eyes and listened to his mind again. Her bed sheets rustled in a soft rhythmic motion and when he really concentrated he could hear it. The muffled buzzing of what was clearly a powerful vibrator.
“Fuck.”
His cock was begging for attention now and whether his assumption was true or not, it was now in his head so he had to see it through. He sucked in his gut and shoved his hands down his trousers even as the other one fumbled to open his belt and make room. He pulled his cock out of the flap of his boxers and was already tugging on it when he managed to open his jeans and push them down enough to give himself room.
His mind was replaying all the best parts of the phone call. Her moaning. Her breathless panting. The soft rustle of her bedsheets. The faint buzz that he had originally put down to phone line interference.
He was halfway between heaven and hell. He wanted it to last forever but he also needed it to finish as soon as humanly possible. There was too much baggage around this wank. Too much to sink into how good it felt to think about her while he stroked his cock.
“Fuck!” he moaned and pulled harder, faster, tighter, Anything to make this end. “Scully, scullyscullyscully!”
He felt his balls seize and his back stiffened. HIs whole body was flush with raw desire and he knew he was only a few tugs short of completion. He screwed his eyes shut and concentrated on just how fucking good it all felt when the phone rang.
“No!” He tried to ignore the shrill ring of his phone but wondered if it was Scully calling him for some kismet reason and suddenly he needed to answer the phone. He leaned over to grab it from the cradle and held it to his ear with his shoulder as he settled back in place and continued to stroke his cock, this time slowly, looser.
“Mulder? You there?”
Mulder stilled. “Frohike?”
He felt what the desire that had been coursing through him seconds ago dissipated and faded like an extinguished match. His whole body sagged against the couch and he looked down at his cock which was already starting to soften.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” He dropped his head back and grabbed the phone to hold it against his ear. “What do you want?”
“Is Agent Scully there?”
“What?” He lifted his head up and looked down at his dick. He was half hard but his erection was fading fast. He tucked it back into his boxers and pulled his pants up higher.
“I have a new report on activity at brown mountain. I thought she would be interested in seeing it.”
“She’s not here, Frohike.”
“Maybe if you gave me her number I could-”
“Forget it, little man.”
“If I could talk to her directly-”
“In your dreams.” Mulder hung up the phone and tossed it onto the table then dropped his head back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Fuck!” he yelled out into the empty room.
A perfect ending to a shitty day, he thought. He just needed a fresh start. He needed to see her tomorrow. He would concoct some reason to call her. Some reason to casually call by or invite her out then he would recharge and reset, and go from there.
He scoffed at his ridiculous idea then rolled to his side to rest against the cushions. He turned on the TV and got lost in the flickering screen while his body recovered from an almost win.
The End.