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What Mulder Wants by Leelee

From: [email protected] Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 11:38:51 EDT
Subject: What Mulder Wants Source: direct

What Mulder Wants 1/5 By: Leelee NC-17 MSR
Category: Fantasy, UST, RST.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Want to take a peek inside Mulder’s mind? This is a gratuitous knock-off of my favorite Mel Gibson movie. Although a bit smuttier.

Notes and thanks: Mel, David and Mitch oh my! Add a bubble bath to the mix and I’d die a happy woman. Many thanks to Kara and Sdani for the beta work. I’ll send them to you girlfriends, once they get dried off. This is for Chuck. Who has enough cheesy one-liners to make even Frohike proud.

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Part 1: “A penny for your thoughts”

“It’s a ‘Deflector Beanie’, Scully. It’ll protect your aura.” Frohike said with a deadly serious look on his troll-like face. She just stared at him expressionless. The evening was getting worse and worse. After a long moment where she refused to reply, he shuffled his feet and looked away nervously. Walking over to join his friends, he defensively tossed a last warning over his shoulder, “This is heavy-duty stuff Scully. It may seem silly but you’ll need the protection.”

Yeah, right aura boy, she thought and sat heavily down in a chair. She pasted a bored expression on her face and watched her evening fall apart. The Lone Gunman and her partner joined hands and sat down onto the floor in front of her. Serious and solemn, they formed a circle and like ancient wizard of old they covered their heads. But no pointy wizard hats for them. No shawls or mantles for the three little nerds. No, they were modern necromancers and that meant tinfoil. Whoops, excuse me, she thought. ‘Deflector Beanies’.

Frohike, to be different, had fashioned his into the shape of a bird. Its pointy beak bobbed back and forth as they started chanting words out of an old dusty book. Starting out slowly, they mumbled the nonsensical words until the chant seemed to follow some arcane pattern. It was an ancient ceremony that she knew would only be interesting to geeks who put tinfoil on their heads. The chant progressed and Scully wanted to start snapping her fingers. It was starting to sound like a song. Something she knew, but couldn’t put her finger on. She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. 80s pop maybe? Something English? “Eureka,” she whispered when the song came to her. ‘Video Killed the Radio Star’ was the tune, sung by the Bungles or Buggles or something stupid like that.

“Video killed the radio star…video killed the radio star…” she sang softly along to their chanting until her partner reached over and squeezed her leg to shut her up. He flashed her a serious look that silently ordered her to shut up and pay attention. Never liking it when he ordered her about, she scowled at him and crushed the tinfoil hat she was holding in her lap until he looked nervously away.

As far as dates go, this one was the pits.

If there had been ANYTHING on TV, she would have told Mulder ‘no thanks’. In fact she could think of at least ten different ways she could be spending her Saturday night. Scrubbing her grout, clipping coupons, maybe even plucking her eyebrows. He’d just asked so sweetly and what’s more, she wanted to spend time with him. He had made it sound like a real date. Dinner and a movie, a long walk in the moonlight, something like that, but she should have known. Should have realized after all these years that a ‘date’ with Mulder would be a nightmare. She sighed heavily and looked around the Gunmen’s lair scolding herself for being stupid enough to say yes.

The Gunmen kept chanting and she started to gently bob her head in tune with them. They looked ridiculous. No wonder it was Saturday night and they didn’t have dates. Of course, she couldn’t lord over them. She reached over and straightened Mulder’s hat. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Or rather, people who accept dates from tall, handsome FBI agents who wear tinfoil on their heads shouldn’t throw stones. But that didn’t mean she had to stay here and be a part of this foolishness.

“Mulder,” she leaned over and said softly.

He sat chanting in front of her with his impossibly long legs twisted into a pretzel. Sort of a modified lotus position that was oddly impressive for such a tall man.

“Mulder, I think I’m going to go on home and let you guys have fun without me.”

One of his eyes opened and he peered up at her. “Video killed the radio star…video killed the radio star… come on Scully, just give it a little longer. Byers swears this time it’ll work.”

She patted him on the shoulder and started to rise. “Stay, have fun. I’m going to call a cab. I’ll see you Monday, kay?”

He grabbed her hand and the look of disappointment on his face almost made her sit back down. The Gunman had increased the volume of the chant and she squeezed his hand and smiled at him to let him know it was all right. “You stay and have fun. I’ll be fine.”

“Come on Scully. Just hang out for a little longer. Then I promise you I’ll let you choose the restaurant. Whatever you want.”

She looked around the room and sighed. Truly, she was no better than they were. She was just another misfit who was in love with a guy wearing a tinfoil bonnet. Pulling the tie of her coat tighter around her, she sighed dejectedly and sat back down. She had wasted so much money on the tiny black cocktail dress, but at the rate they were going, he’d probably never see it. Or the sexy black underwear she had on underneath it.

Tonight would definitely not be ‘the’ night.

Mulder went back to chanting and she sat back and stared into space over the guy’s heads. It was bitterly cold outside and wet from a constant late winter drizzle. The Gunman’s heater had been fighting a losing battle to keep the room warm. Its sighs and moans mixed with the incessant chanting and her mind began to drift, growing darker until the noise was just a whisper in the background and she fell asleep.

There was a sudden noise and she felt herself waking up. Her eyes opened and it took a second for them to focus on what was in front of her. She gasped in shock when she realized what she was seeing. She was still in the Gunmen’s loft, but the lighting had changed. Darker, it was definitely darker. But not so dark that she couldn’t see them around her. The Gunmen and Mulder were still sitting on the floor, except now all they had on were the tinfoil hats and nothing else! Naked legs were crossed and chests bared. Frohike’s paunch was hanging over his groin and Byers was sitting there with the largest cock she had ever seen. It jutted up from between his crossed legs like a club.

Criss-cross applesauce and good God almighty, the man was hung like a horse! HE couldn’t get a date?

It seemed too unreal for her to get overly concerned. She must be sleeping.

Looking down at Mulder, she was happy to note that his cock was pretty impressive too. Not Byers big, she chuckled realizing she’d coined a new phrase, but more than big enough for little old her. She giggled and squirmed in her seat.

“What?” Mulder said looking up at her. His voice was faint. Sort of hollow like he was talking to her through a tin can. Or through his hat, she thought and giggled again. Laying her head back, she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting back off. Her dreams were getting better as her sexual frustration mounted. Maybe Mulder would get to see the black underwear after all.

She woke later to Mulder shaking her. “Hey Scully, get up.”

His words were like a lance through her skull. “Jesus, Mulder,” she mumbled and lowered her head to her hands. It felt like it would explode at any moment. Pain came at her in waves. In a moment of panic, she quickly wiped a finger under her nose. Her head hurt so badly she was expecting blood, but her finger came away clean.

“What is it Scully, are you sick?”

She could hear all of the occupants of the room murmuring their concern. The light seemed so bright that opening her eyes was impossible. She had to get home. This was just too frightening.

“Mulder, need to go home. My head hurts so badly,” she whispered.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” She could hear the panic in his voice. And for some reason he kept murmuring ‘nonononono’ like it was one word.

“Home, Mulder. Just get me home.” She reached out and took a hold of his coat. Pulling herself up and let him lead her to the door. The Gunmen surrounded her and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and tried to ignore their incessant chatter. Every third word they said seemed to be ‘cancer’ and their insensitivity was annoying.

Clutching Mulder, she let him lead her out to his car. Her headache was starting to ease just from being away from all their talking. Mulder got in and announced that he was taking her to the hospital, but she told him no. She just wanted to get home and see if her head got better on its own.

Mulder kept up a string of chatter. He was mumbling on about her cancer returning, threatening to kill someone for misleading him and repeating again his litany of ‘nononono’.

She listened as long as she could, then started to rub her temples and try to phase him out. It wasn’t hard. Her headache seemed to be easing quickly although she still was too photosensitive to open her eyes.

“I think it’s just a migraine, Mulder. It seems to be easing up.”

“Are you sure?” he asked nervously. “Maybe you should have it checked out, just in case.”

“No, it’s definitely easing up,” she answered and forced her eyes open to give him a reassuring smile. “Nothing to freak out about.”

“I’m not ‘freaking out’ Scully,” he said defensively.

Yeah, right she thought, but held her tongue. If he’s not freaking out why does he keep mumbling about the cancer?

She felt the car stop and got out. Opening her eyes, she realized that at least now she could see. Mulder followed her up the steps to her apartment, but she stopped him at the entrance and bent over her purse to pull her keys out saying, “It’s almost gone. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

‘Tomorrow, shit! I’m calling you every hour on the fucking hour!’ she heard him mumble above her. She just grimaced, puzzled at his sudden profanity and wished him good night before letting herself in.

She made a beeline to her medicine chest and dry-swallowed a Vicodin even before taking off her coat. The headache was gone by the time of Mulder’s first call. She was soaking in a hot bath by the time he called again. And when his third call woke her from a dead sleep, she testily told him that she’d had enough of his concern.

Sunday, she felt too groggy from the after effects of the narcotic to go to mass. So she stayed home and cleaned. Mulder’s sporadic calls throughout the day didn’t bother her at first. But by the time Sunday night came along she was growing impatient with him again. She had to tell him in very plain terms that she was fine and she’d see him in the morning. Her rudeness seemed to be the only thing that he would respond to. “Sudden and intense migraines,” she had growled into the phone, “can be a side effect of the cancer. It DOES NOT MEAN that it has come back. In fact my doctor warned me this would happen. And since it went away on its own, I’m not worried and neither should you be.”

“Well excuse me for caring,” Mulder had replied defensively. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said and hung up hearing Mulder’s long-suffering sigh.

Monday morning dawned and she woke feeling healthy and full of energy. First order of business, she told herself as she got dressed, was to do damage control with Mulder. She had been bitchy over his concern. She drove into work and parked in her spot in the parking garage. Getting out of her car, she went around and pulled out her briefcase. She locked up and was just turning to walk to the stairs when she spotted Agent Colton walking up behind her. Great, she thought. Just the asshole she wanted to see first thing on a Monday morning.

She waved and smiled pleasantly before offering, “Morning.”

Colton shot her a toothy grin. “Morning, Dana,” he said and before she looked away she heard him say very clearly,

‘Bitch!’

As she watched him walk off, her body froze in shock. Not by what he had said, since she expected no less, but by how he had said it. His lips hadn’t moved. Not even a little bit. And she just knew, just knew that she had heard his words IN HER MIND.

Part 2: “Give thy thoughts no tongue”

Scully kept her head bowed and hurried through the Hoover building. The noise level seemed much louder than normal. Masculine voices mumbled from all around her and it made her pick up her pace until she was almost running down the hall. Luckily, she shared the elevator with just two girls from the lab and the strange sensation that she had felt with Colton didn’t reoccur. It was just a fluke, she told herself. A side effect of the migraine and nothing more. She smiled at the girls when they got off on their floor and closed her eyes to savor the quiet once she was alone.

Walking out once the car had stopped; she was reassured by the familiar sounds of the basement. The boilers clicking, the pipes humming and even the tinny sound of Mulder’s radio playing were all peaceful and comforting noises. What happened couldn’t have really happened.

She entered their office and was treated to the charming sight of her partner’s backside. He was bent over a file box that was placed on the floor. His trim ass wiggled to the beat of the music while he flipped through some files. She tossed her briefcase down, flicked off the radio and said, “Morning Mulder.”

“Mornin,” he grumbled back. ‘You gonna lay into me again this morning miss Scully? Bitch me out for worrying, accuse me of ‘freaking out’?’

It was obvious he was still upset over her sharpness.

“Listen Mulder, I’m sorry if I was abrupt with you on the phone last night.”

‘Abrupt?’ he mumbled still not looking up from the files. Scully sighed and contemplated his back. His delicious butt had stopped wiggling and she had the sudden desire to turn the radio back on.

“I don’t take other’s concerns well I’m afraid,” she tried. ‘Sure, fine whatever,’ he grumbled and then straightened up to look at her.

She felt her annoyance from the night before growing. He knew how she was so why was he giving her such a hard time? His over-protectiveness had always drove her nuts. He knew this! She didn’t want to get upset, but he was really pushing things. She couldn’t keep the snarl out of her voice if she tried. “Mulder, I’m sorry OK? Can’t we leave it at that?”

A confused look crossed Mulder’s face. When he answered, his voice was calm. “Done.”

She was watching him closely as he said it and for a brief moment ‘done’ was the only word she registered. But other words had come from him at the same time. Words that did not issue from his mouth, but ones she had heard just as clearly.

‘Jesus, now who’s ‘freaking out’?’

Her mouth fell open in shock. There it was again, just like with Colton. She had heard his thoughts. The whole thing was so inconceivable that she clapped her hands on either side of her head and sat down heavily into her chair.

‘Now what?’ she heard Mulder say clearly. No, it was THINK clearly. She couldn’t deny to herself where the voice had come from. It was different than words. Mumbled, fuzzy and in her head.

“Scully, are you Ok?” his mouth said.

‘Can I ask anything without you biting my head off?’ his thoughts said.

It was bizarre and completely improbable, but with each of his thoughts, she had more proof.

She heard his thoughts. She was sure of it now, impossible, improbable but very true.

Mulder’s face above her began to look concerned. “Scully…” Mulder said softly and he reached out to gently touch her face. She enjoyed his warm touch for a moment, letting the tender contact calm her raging emotions as all his touches tended to do. She took a deep breath and let her hands drop to her sides.

‘Please be OK baby,’ his thoughts told her and it was like he had tossed cold water over her galvanizing her to action. Baby? Mulder called her baby? She had to get away from him and sort this out. The thought of him calling her ‘baby’, even in his mind was almost freakier than hearing his thoughts.

“I’m fine,” she replied quickly. “I just forgot I made a doctors appointment this morning. I need to hurry so I can make it on time.”

“Good,” his mouth said. ‘Thank God,’ his mind said.

She grabbed her things and rushed out of the office without looking back. She didn’t even turn to see if his “Call me,” had been said or thought by him. She kept her face looking down at her feet and rushed from the Hoover building fighting a sense of panic.

An hour later she found herself sitting in her car in front of the Gunmen’s loft. She had driven around DC aimlessly, lost in thought. Finally she found herself staring up at the decrepit building the Gunmen called home. It seemed to be the place where it all started.

Twice on her journey she had stopped and gotten out to see if her new ability was still there. And twice she had encountered men and rushed back to the sanctuary of her car. The first had been a paunchy old business type who was thinking of ways to screw the IRS. And the other had been a younger, clean cut guy who was worrying about a drug test he had taken at work. ‘Why would they find THC when all I did was smoke a little weed?’ his thoughts had told her. She had bit back her desire to tell him that THC and ‘weed’ were the same thing and walked quickly away.

It seemed to only be men that she could hear, though. She had stood behind a soccer mom at Starbucks and blessedly heard nothing. And from the young bimbo behind the counter all she heard was silence interrupted by the girl smacking her gum. She turned off her engine and closed her eyes tightly. Her hands gripped the steering wheel and her mind replayed everything that had happened Saturday night. Frohike’s paunch, Byer’s amazing equipment, she chuckled to herself over that before again growing serious. Had she really seen it all? Woken up to four nude men sitting on the floor around her? She had thought she was only dreaming. Had to be only dreaming. And despite ever ounce of her common sense telling her that this could easily be explained she kept coming back to what had happened.

She had seen men nude all around her and now she was hearing their thoughts. Nude men and now their minds lay naked before her.

As scary as the prospect of hearing The Lone Gunmen’s thoughts was, she knew she had to face them. Something had been done to her and it had happened here, Saturday night.

A young man with a huge toothy grin opened the door.

“Well, hello Agent Scully. How nice to see you,” he enthused.

She stared at him and waited. Waited for his thoughts to bombard her. Waited to get an unwelcome insight into whatever was on his mind. The man just stared blankly at her and with a sigh of relief, she realized that his head was as empty as she had always suspected.

“Hi Jimmy, are the guys here?”

“Byers and Langley are out, but Frohike is in the kitchen. Go on in.”

She groaned out loud at his words. She had been hoping to talk to Langley. She somehow suspected that Frohike’s mind was a place she NEVER wanted to go and keeping a straight face around Byers would be impossible.

She walked into the dim room. The low light of the computers and various gadgets lit her way back to the surprisingly comfortable living quarters. Frohike was standing at the stove, intent on mixing up what looked like lentil soup. He was dressed as he always was in old jeans and a faded tee shirt. Somehow coming up on him at such a normal and quiet moment calmed her sense of near panic further.

Clearing her throat, she waited until the small man turned to see her standing there. “Scully,” he said in pleased surprise. “What are you doing here?” ‘Come to your senses at last huh?’ the dual words, coming from his mouth and his mind, left her standing still and unable to speak for a moment. The brief feeling of calm shattered. Would she ever get used to this?

Quickly, Frohike’s face changed from a look of pleasure to one of concern at her wide-eyed uneasiness. He walked toward her asking, “Are you all right?”

‘I’ll kill the black-lunged bastard myself if it’s the cancer,’

“I’m fine,” she hastened to assure him after hearing his thoughts. She wanted to feel grateful for his obvious concern, but she was too unnerved about hearing thoughts. Frohike pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and she took it gladly. Sitting heavily down and telling herself that she COULD do this. He hovered over her and she was bombarded by his concern until she looked up and reassured him. “There’s nothing to worry about. It was just a headache.”

His mind eased and he sat down across from her, flashing his peculiar smile. “That’s good to hear,” he mouth said. ‘You make my head ache and not the one attached to my neck.’ His mind said.

She tried not to let him see her recoiling at his thoughts. He grinned on stupidly, unaware that his mind was so exposed. She shifted uncom fortably and chose her next words carefully. All she needed was information.= She had no intention of telling him about what was happening to her. She’d find out what she needed to know and get the hell out of here. “I need to ask you something.”

“Sure,” he offered casually ‘Like how far do you want me to put it in.’

She gritted her teeth and bit back an angry retort. That was disgusting. “The book that you guys were chanting out of Saturday night. What was it?”

“Just a book of ancient spells that Byers found somewhere.”

‘Why is she here without Mulder?’

Patiently, she went on. “Could any of the spells have anything to do with mind reading?”

‘Oh baby wanna read my mind?’

No, she answered silently. Not on a full stomach.

“I don’t think so,” he answered. The look on his face growing puzzled. ‘Maybe they aren’t doing the wild thing. Maybe that’s why she’s here.’

Scully closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Didn’t he EVER g ive up? “I just want to know the purpose of the chants. What type of spell it was you were trying to cast,” she gritted her teeth and said slowly. “It’s only curiosity that makes me ask and that’s the only reason I’m HERE.”

‘I’ll satisfy your curiosity, sweet cheeks.’ Her patience was at an end. The emotions coursing through her were no longer panicky. She was starting to get pissed. Didn’t the guy think of anything else? Ever? Why would he think she’d want to ‘do the wild thing’ with him?

“Frohike!” she said, her voice over loud, “I’d like to see the book.”

‘She’s even hotter when she gets Dom.’

“It’s in my room,” he pleasantly offered. “Do you want to go in there and see it?”

She actually had to stop and consider if that comment had come from his mouth or his mind. Hoping it was a legitimate offer and not a come-on, she nodded and got up to follow him. Leading the way back further into the living quarters, he kept up a running conversation in his mind. ‘Yes! This is it. She wants me. Mulder might be pissed but he should understand. I mean if he’s not lying about the whole, we’re just friends crap. Shit, maybe Mulder’s gay. That could be why he’s keeping her hands off her. I really can’t see it. Even though he and Byers seem to be close and Byers, well, I’m sorta worried about him. But hey, to each his own and if I can get the delectable Agent Scully in my bed just once then I could die a happy man. She must want it bad.’

They got to his room and she looked around at the plush furnishings. His appearance always being so sloppy, she hadn’t expected such a nice room. It was almost cheery. His mind was still rambling and she was trying her best to phase out his words. Her legs were shaking and she could barely contain her annoyance one more second.

“Here it is,” he said and walked over to his large dresser and picked up the old, worn book. ‘Come into my parlor, sweet cheeks,’ his mind said and she lost it. It couldn’t be helped at this point. Her whole world was upside down and it was just too much.

“Shut up!” she yelled. A flush burning her face. “I did not come into your ‘parlor’ to do the wild thing, I don’t want you and I’m NOT and will NEVER be your sweet cheeks. So quit calling me that. If you don’t cut it out I’m going to pull my gun and forever ruin your chances with women! What I do want is information, Frohike, and you’d better give it to me now. What the hell did you do to me?”

Frohike’s face turned a lighter shade of pale right before her eyes. “Oh shit,” he said. ‘Did I say all that out loud?’ he thought.

She sat down on his bed and covered her face with her hands. Her body and mind totally exhausted after her tirade.

“No, Melvin. You didn’t say that out loud. That’s the whole point. I read your thoughts. I can hear them just like you can hear me talking now. I don’t know how it happened. I’m having a hard time believing it myself, but it’s true.”

“You hear my thoughts?” he asked.

“Yes. I hear your thoughts. You and every other man I’ve encountered since Saturday night. Something happened to me when you guys were doing that ridiculous ceremony. Ever since then I’ve heard men’s thoughts. I don’t know why and I can’t explain it.”

She looked up to see him still staring at her. His eyes wide and his brow wrinkled deep in thought. Shit, she said to herself, here it comes again.

‘This is some kind of joke. Mulder put her up to this. He had to.’

She looked him straight in the eye and said as calmly as she could, “No, Mulder didn’t put me up to this. It’s real I swear.” Frohike just stood and stared at her in shock. His mind was blank for a blissful second and she felt herself becoming calmer with the situation. So she heard men’s thoughts. So what? Sure they weren’t very pleasant to hear, but it could happen, right? Mulder has file after file of strange occurrences in the office. They had covered mind reading before. So what if now it’s her that’s experiencing it and not some whacko they met in the field. She could deal with this, as long as Frohike helped her find a way to stop it. Yes, she had to stop it because she couldn’t see living like this much longer. If she had to hear Frohike call her ‘sweet cheeks’ EVER again she would move to Montana and become a hermit.

She knew the moment the situation became real for Frohike. His thoughts became accepting and one line stood out: ‘Vegas! We’ll make a friggin fortune!’

“No, Melvin. No Vegas, no gambling, no messing around with this at all. Just help me to get rid of it please.” The wretched way that she said it seemed to finally get through to him.

“You’re right Dana, I’m sorry,” he said softly and put his hands out in a placating manner. ‘I don’t want you upset,’ he thought and she felt her tension ease. He was still her friend despite his filthy mind.

‘Shit, she must think I’m desperate. AND a complete pervert.’

Scully sighed. “I don’t think you’re a complete pervert. But maybe desperate, yeah. Just try not to think anymore, OK? I just can’t handle it right now.”

“OK, OK,” he returned gently and picked up the book.

She sighed in relief. “Let’s take a look at that book,” she suggested.

‘I’d like to take a look at…’ Frohike stopped mid-thought and looked at her sheepishly.

“Just try not to think,” she said faintly and they sat down side by side on the bed with the book between them.

Part 3: “A nice man is a man of nasty ideas”

It was close to noon by the time that she left the Gunmen’s loft. Despite Frohike’s occasional slips of rude thoughts, they seemed to have figured out what had happened.

The spell was not so much a mindreading spell as it was a spell designed to help people gain ‘insight’. Insight was exactly what she had and embarrassingly so, as Frohike could now attest to. She left with him stuttering and swearing he’d get the guys together to figure out which spell would reverse it.

“I’ll ummm call you when we work it out,” he mumbled as she hastened toward the door.

She would much rather have gone straight home after leaving the Gunmen’s. Hiding away until Frohike could reverse what had happened to her was very tempting. But she had to get back to work for the monthly fiscal meeting. Skinner would have a fit if she missed it. Also, she needed to tell her partner what had happened, a task that grew less and less appealing as she made the short drive back to the Hoover building.

Pulling up to a stoplight she went over what she would say.

“Mulder, I can read your mind,” she said aloud. Rejecting it quickly thinking it sounded like a come-on.

“Mulder, I now have insight into what you think,” she tried and snorted. Was there any way to say this that wasn’t sexual?

“Mulder, remember how I’ve always wanted to get in your pants? Well, this is the next best thing.” Scully froze as soon as the words came out of her mouth. She did not want to read her partner’s mind, she forcefully told herself. His thoughts were his own affair. She ignored the little voice in the back of her head that was saying, ‘Yeah, right, Dana you’d LOVE to know what he was thinking’, and mentally fought against the urge to sneak a peek. Scully shook her head and sternly told herself that a good partner and friend would never do it.

A horn beeped behind her and she drove on determined to do the right thing. Getting Mulder to believe her wouldn’t be a problem, she decided. She chuckled at the prospect of her trying to prove a situation as outrageous as this to her off-the-wall partner. This was right up his alley. She kept one eye casually on the traffic as she drove and her mind played out scenarios of Mulder’s probable reaction.

She could easily see him running around shouting for joy. Of course he’d immediately order tests to gather proof and submit her to God knows how many hours of interrogation. Scully grimaced at the idea. This wasn’t happening to someone else, it was happening to HER and that was the problem. She just didn’t want to be another Xfile. It had nothing to do with her curiosity. Nothing at all to do with the fact that Mulder had always been an enigma to her and this would be a wonderful opportunity to get into his pants.

“Mind! I mean mind!” she shouted to the inside of her car emphatically.

After all, she thought, knowing how his mind worked could actually help them. Maybe up their solve rate if she had this type of insight.

Maybe she should wait until later to tell him. What could it hurt?

In fact, maybe it would be best if she waited until right before they had to be back at the Gunmen’s loft. After all, she told herself, if they can reverse it quickly Mulder wouldn’t be able to come up with any ideas in time to act on them. And catching Mulder off guard was always a good idea.

She pulled into the parking garage and found her spot. Her hands were moist and she told herself once again that all she was doing was looking for insight.

Surely, all that would be on his mind was their work.

Agent Palmer was droning on about the monthly fiscal report when she slipped into the boardroom. Sitting quietly down in the chair that Mulder had saved for her, she ignored Skinner’s scowl. His mind complained that she was acting like her partner for coming in so late. And then he seemed to go over a mental list of all of her flaws until she wanted to melt into her seat. Turning away from him, both physically and mentally, she tried to concentrate on Agent Palmer’s words. The non-stop chatter of men all around her was unnerving. Until she found she could focus on Palmer’s voice and ignore the constant back noise of thoughts. It did seem that the more men she was around, the less she was able to hear one man think. She’d catch their thoughts only in bits and pieces. Not enough to drive her crazy, but enough to know the gist of what was going through their minds.

Mulder must be planning a new article because he seemed preoccupied with something. She listened to Palmer and caught phrases from her partner like ‘Vitamin companies’ and ‘mix a little narcotic in and the person is hooked’. Skinner seemed pissed over how dull Palmer’s reports always were and wanted to take out his frustration on a punching bag. And Agent Thomas, sitting across from her, was fussing over the fact that the house painter he had hired was a week over due on the job.

Kimberly brought in coffee and she looked up and said a soft ‘thank you’ when her cup was filled. Spending time with women was becoming more and more appealing. Kim’s presence in the room was a like a calm place on a turbulent sea. She wanted to follow Kim out of the room and then sit closely by her desk. Relaxing in the cool silence that surrounded her. Being the only woman in the room was getting tiring. Something that never bothered her before now made her nervous.

She picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. Skinner sat directly across from her and she found herself watching him. His starched white shirt was stretched across his muscular chest. For a man his age, who worked at a desk all day, he was in amazing shape. She drank her coffee and found herself wishing he had been at the Gunmen’s Saturday night.

Curiosity of a medical nature, of course.

Focusing on him and drinking coffee quickly proved to be a mistake though. Just as she was taking a larger than sip-sized swallow, his thoughts came to her in a rush.

‘Those lips would look great wrapped around my cock.’

The coffee actually came out of her NOSE. She gagged and sputtered while Mulder pounded her on the back hard enough to crack ribs.

“You Ok Scully?”

‘Drink out of a cup much?’

“I’m fine Mulder,” she said between gasps. “Please excuse me,” she offered up to the men sitting around the table. She fumbled in her pocket for a tissue to dab at the coffee that was splattered on her blouse.

She pushed the offending cup away and focused all of her concentration on Palmer, determining to not meet her boss’ eyes again. In fact, she may never be able to look at him again as long as she lived.

The meeting continued for another half-hour. By the time it was done, she felt worn out and on edge. She tried to slip out as quickly as possible, not wanting to talk to Skinner after his comment. But Mulder put a hand on her arm and stayed her after Skinner signaled for them to wait.

“I need you two to do something for me,” Skinner started. “I need you to drive out to the Pentagon and talk with a Captain Grundal. Do a standard follow-up with her for the Davis kidnapping file.”

Scully was happy to realize he seemed all business and his eyes weren’t staring at her mouth.

“Sure,” Mulder said while flashing a smile. ‘What am I your fucking errand boy?’

“We’ll get some lunch and head out there,” Mulder added and steered her toward the door.

‘Fucking Skinner and his fucking busy work,’ his mind told her and she silently agreed.

On their way out to Mulder’s car, her conscience started to bug her about keeping her new ability a secret. This wasn’t for personal gain, she reassured herself. It was an opportunity to be able to see into her partner’s head. To know exactly what made him tick.

Of course they hadn’t gotten two miles in the heavy traffic before she had to accept one true fact.

Her partner was a leering, lip-smacking, trench coat wearing pervert! The nasty thoughts had started with one casual mention by her of Skinner’s secretary and then degraded to the point that she was shaking from the things going through his mind.

As they inched along through the busy streets, she reviewed what INSIGHT she’d been able to glean so far from her misguided experiment. It seems that her polite and gentlemanly partner had a long-standing fantasy of watching Kimberly and her doing the ‘wild thing’. After all, he had thought, ‘red on red’. Kim’s pubic hair HAD to be as red as the hair on her head.

Long ago, Mulder must have decided that Scully was red down below also. She would hate to have to tell him that she hadn’t been a true redhead since she was 16. And her other hair had NEVER been red.

If she decided to fuck him, she would have to go out and buy a box of Ms. Clairol first. It would suck to shatter his illusions, she thought before catching herself.

Lesbian sex was very big on his mind, that and the fear of ‘sporting wood’ in her presence. Fantasies of Scully doing the nasty with any other woman seemed to always end with him popping a hard on.

That was followed by a few moments while he spoke to himself in French, went over baseball stats and them pictured his mother in her underwear. Disaster averted, you would think he would back off. But nooooo Mulder would see yet another ‘hot babe’ driving by and suddenly she was planted firmly between Scully’s thighs.

Telling Mulder about what she and Meg had tried in college would be a huge mistake…he’d probably become a Xfile by spontaneously combusting.

They had to get there quickly. Even she was starting to look at the passing cars, squirming in her seat when a very attractive brunette sped by in a Miata.

Only Mulder could make lesbian sex so appealing.

‘Scully on Skinner’s desk… been so bad… Kim wants to correct her…spank, spank, spank…now I’ll kiss it and make it all better …Shit, woody! Mom in underwear, the big polyester ones…yuck…Ok safe…Kim pulls out the stapler…very bad Scully…’

Scully sat back in her seat and groaned softly. He’d better cut it out. If she had a penis she’d be ‘sporting wood’ too at this point. The sight of the Pentagon had never been more welcome.

The meeting went well. Oddly, Mulder’s thoughts seemed to be strictly on business with Captain Grundel. Maybe the fact that the Captain was larger than Mulder and had a huge hairy mole on her upper lip. Scully was very glad of this since she just knew that if Mulder were to put Captain Grundel between her legs, she would have puked.

She came up with enough conversation on the ride back to DC to keep his thoughts at a minimum. Glancing down at her watch while they walked back into the Hoover building, she saw that it was only three. Two more hours of hearing Mulder’s thoughts. Two more hours of ‘insight’ into her partner’s mind.

Mulder rested his hand on the small of her back as they exited the elevator. She tried not to react even though his hand felt hotter than usual. Burning through to her skin. Making her warm all over.

‘One day I’m gonna slip my hand lower and really get a feel of this hot ass.’

Scully stumbled and grabbed Mulder for support. Looking up at his amused face, only one thought was on her mind: ‘Two more hours!’

Part 4: “She floats upon the river of his thoughts”

Scully sat across from Mulder and pretended to work. The computer screen in front of her was a blur of accounts and budget spread sheets. Occasionally she would type something in just to make it look good. But then she’d just as quickly hit the delete key and erase her randomly plucked numbers.

So far it was working. Mulder sat across from her, his hands busy sifting through files, but his mind wandering in the most enticing way. She couldn’t block his thoughts out if she tried. It was like passing a car wreck on the highway. You don’t want to look, but your morbid fascination insists that you do.

Mulder was a car wreck and she just had to see all the gore.

A pattern was forming, one that seemed to make sense in a spooky Fox Mulder way. Where in the car, his thoughts were all about sex, here in the office there was a definite division between his sexual desires and the work that he was obsessed with. His thoughts were scattered. Rapid paced ideas that she could barely keep up with. He asked questions and seemingly at the same moment, answered himself and moved on. It was making her dizzy. Always, she had considered herself his intellectual equal. In the pure knowledge sense this could be true. Twice now she had been tempted to interrupt and correct him. But his reasoning, his ability to look at everything from two different directions at the same moment and his rapid-fire processing were far superior to hers.

She quickly made the decision never to reveal this to him.

Mulder got up and retrieved more files. The whole vitamin company scam theory was heavy on his mind. He walked past where she was working and didn’t acknowledge her with a word or even a thought. For some reason this bothered her. She had spent the past hour listening to him focus on work and now she wanted to explore deeper. She caught a whiff of his cologne as he passed by on his way back to his desk. He smelled warm and male and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d always smelled so good.

“Umm Mulder, what are you working on?”

“Nuthin,” he mumbled.

Scully sighed. She knew exactly what he was working on and it was a stupid idea. But how to tell him that she knew.

“Maybe I could help? Give you some insight?”

Mulder just grunted in response and she felt herself grow agitated. She was sick to death of vitamin companies. Especially knowing that she was wasting this opportunity of gaining ‘insight’ into her partner. He could share his conspiracy theories with her any time. And usually he did. But she wanted to know more. Things that she would never admit to herself that she needed to know. Did all of the naughty thoughts about her completely end when they walked into the office?

Her inquiring mind just had to know.

Mulder had taken off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. She sat back from her computer and admired his forearms and hands. He had great hands, lightly sprinkled with hair and very large. Scully felt a shiver course through her watching the way they flicked through the papers. He was always so confident and sure of himself. His movements were so graceful for someone so large.

She got up and straightened her skirt. Walking surreptitiously around his desk, she enjoyed the brief feeling of a spider creeping up on her prey. She just had to know and damn the consequences.

Perching on the side of his desk, she turned to him and let her skirt ride up a bit. Not a lot, just enough that any red-blooded American male would want to take a peek.

Mulder was oblivious.

“Come on Mulder, share. What are you working on?”

“Just a theory,” he said, his face never leaving the papers in front of him.

She needed a distraction.

Reaching over she jerked the papers out of his grasp and pretended to read them.

“Scully,” Mulder protested. “Give me that back!”

A scramble ensued with her holding the paper out of his reach and him waving his arms trying to reach for it. His large warm hand clamped down on her thigh to stay her. It was like an electric shock burning through her stocking and straight up to her panties. She jumped at the contact.

“Sorry,” Mulder said and quickly let go. But his thoughts were very clear, ‘Mmmmmmmm soft’.

She felt a bolt of triumph that was almost as powerful as the sensation of his hand on her leg. So he could think of something besides work. She decided to test her theory further.

“Fine,” she said and stood up from her perch on his desk. “Be that way.”

“I’ll tell you later. Just let me work on it awhile,” he told her. She walked away from him and knew his eyes were following her. His thoughts certainly were.

‘You look good on my desk, Agent Scully.’

She walked slowly over to the file cabinet, asking casually, “Mulder, where is the Torres file?” She knew it was in the third drawer, but asking him gave her an opportunity to bend slowly down to retrieve it. She was glad to be facing away from him. She could feel her face burning. Never before had she acted so blatantly forward in front of him. But the devil in her was forcing her lower and lower until she could tell from Mulder’s thoughts that the lacy tops of her stockings were showing.

‘Fucckk,’ his mind sighed.

She stood and walked back over to her chair, looking down at the Torres file to hide her blush. Mulder had gone off in a decidedly lecherous vein of thoughts over her display. She pretended to work and tried not to wiggle in her seat at the mental picture he was painting. In his mind he had walked up behind where she was bent over the file cabinet and was down on his knees making love to her with his tongue.

She really wished she had a spare pair of panties in her desk.

She was having a hard time breathing in the stale basement air. Mulder now pictured her bent over his desk and was doing amazing things to her breasts with his mouth. Her nipples, under her shirt, felt hard enough to cut glass. She dared not look up at Mulder. She could faintly hear papers rustling in his hands. But his thoughts seemed to get louder and louder until she wanted to jump up and leave the room before she embarrassed herself.

Slowly, he fought against his mental sexual torture of her imaginary body. Worry about being able to stand up, seemed to convince him to stop for now. She could hear him struggling back to his work with only a few random nasty thoughts directed at her.

After a while even they stopped and he was, once again, focus exclusively on the job. She listened for a while and debated whether or not to go to the bathroom and spend some ‘quality time’ alone. But every once in a while, his thoughts would return to her. Out of the blue he would think of her and they weren’t all sexual.

When she sighed, he worried that she was tired. When she stretched a kink out of her neck, he worried that she was uncomfortable.

Up until that moment, she had thought that all of his thoughts were base and earthy. With her new ‘gift’ she realized that this wasn’t completely so.

This new insight was almost painful to realize. He was obsessed – with her. Sex with her, loving her, her health, her happiness. At what point over the past six years had she become the center of his world? Well, at least the center of his world outside of work. But even the work involved her. Scully looked over at where he was bent over his keyboard and felt her eyes begin to tear. Her intense love for him washing over her in waves and a niggling of guilt about her ability to peek into his mind and lead him on.

She’d tell him now. Just walk over and make his ‘Scully bent over the desk’ dream a reality. Standing up, she took a deep breath to steady herself. This had gone on too long and she felt determined to show him how she felt.

She’d made it to his side of the desk when the phone rang.

“Mulder,” he said into the phone. “My man! Wassup?”

Scully quickly retreated back to her side of the desk. There was only one person that he spoke to in Ebonics.

The game was up.

“Oh come on Frohike, I don’t think that Scully will go through another spell session.”

She sat down heavily in her chair.

“Her idea? What do you mean?”

Mulder was silent while Frohike explained. Scully heard only one thought. Very clearly. ‘Yeah right, how’d he get her to go along with this joke?’

“It’s no joke,” she said softly.

Mulder waved her off not understanding what she meant. “OK Melvin, I’ll talk to her. Now you have a good night and lay off Langley’s weed, kay?”

Mulder put the phone down and looked at her with a teasing glint in his eye. “Scully,” he said. “Have you been playing with the boys without me?” He crossed his arms across his chest and looked at her with a mock-stern expression on his face. His thoughts were very clear. ‘I’ve got her now. I’ll never let her live this down if Frohike talked her into going along with his plan.’

Scully clasped her hands together to stop their shaking. It was time to confess all.

“Frohike didn’t talk me into anything, Mulder. The chant worked. I can read minds and the Gunmen are trying to find a way to reverse it.”

Mulder shook his head and laughed. He seemed overjoyed that she’d pull a prank on him. It bothered her to think that he didn’t see her as being any fun.

“Yeah, OK Scully. That’s a good one.”

‘What did they use to get her to go along with this? Blackmail?’

He really sees me as boring, she thought. It wouldn’t have bothered her any other day, but considering what she had been about to do, the idea grated on her nerves.

“Mulder,” she said softly. “Just for your information. Kimberly isn’t my type.”

Mulder stopped laughing abruptly and stared blankly at her.

“And that whole thing with the stapler? Well, that’s just too kinky for words.”

Mulder’s mouth opened and closed a few times but not a word came out. She was gratified to see a flush spread over his cheeks. The amazing prospect of Fox Mulder blushing held her in a trance for a moment. His single thought echoed through her mind.

‘God.’

“No Mulder, God had nothing to do with it. Your weird friends and their book of spells seemed to cause this madness.” She stood up and walked over to get her coat. Mulder being struck completely speechless and thoughtless was making everything worse.

“If Frohike is ready to try and reverse this, lets go”

Mulder got up and followed her out of the building. By the time they had reached the car, he started up with his ‘nononono’ chant again. And she had to reach over and touch his arm to calm him.

“We’ll talk about this later,” she told him quietly.

‘Damn straight we will,’ his thoughts almost screamed back.

Only once on the way to the Gunmen’s loft did she catch some of his thoughts. He was wondering over what he had thought about on the ride to the Pentagon. She looked over at him curiously for a second. Mulder just stopped mid-thought and glared at her. Thinking very clearly, ‘Back off Scully!’ before blanking out his mind.

He seemed well and truly pissed.

The Gunmen were standing around looking at her nervously when they walked into the loft. There was no greeting, no directions just Byers telling them to “Please take a seat around the circle.” She gave Byers a wide berth when walking back to the chair she had sat in Saturday night. Her desire to stare at his crotch was too great to test. Langley passed out the ‘deflector beanies’ and the men took seats around the circle silently. Frohike was watching her closely and she tried to ignore him. She sat primly with her hands folded in her lap, the epitome of cool and professional.

‘I know they’re fucking doing it. Probably all the time. Even on their desks at work….’

“Frohike!” she screamed and he had the good grace to look embarrassed.

“Let’s just do this,” Mulder announced with a warning look shot at Frohike.

She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. She needed to block the men out and relax. Saturday she had fallen asleep. If it was going to work, she may need to sleep again.

The room was warm from the hissing radiator, but she didn’t remove her coat. The men started to chant and she let her breathing grow slow and steady. It took a long while of listening to the repetitive chanting before she felt herself drifting. The day had been so emotionally exhausting that it shouldn’t be hard. After a long while of listening to the chants and the radiator, she let go and let sleep take her.

Part 5: “Great thoughts come from the heart”

“I think we need to talk,” Mulder said suddenly and got out of the car before she could reply. He’d been quiet since she had woken up at the Gunmen’s loft. He only offered to drive her home when it was clear that she had lost her ability to hear their thoughts. Frohike had stood, waving goodbye at the door and she could tell from the smirk on his face that he was letting her have it in his mind. It would probably take her a while to get up the nerve to go to the loft again.

Mulder had come around and was standing patiently by her side of the car while she worried over what she could possibly say to him. She had thought his embarrassment would save her from having to deal with her behavior. He couldn’t possibly have seen through her antics in the office. Of course she HAD deliberately tried to turn him on, but he didn’t know this. He couldn’t know this. With an odd feeling of dread, she unlocked her door so he could open it for her and got out.

Walking up to the entrance to her building, she thought of different excuses how to get him to go home right away. She wouldn’t normally be so timid. It was just that the tender feelings he had expressed in the office kept coming back to her. She filled his thoughts. The proof of that had been laid before her and she felt so guilty that she had peeked into this window of his soul. Guilty – not surprised, but guilty. This secret should have been his to reveal.

It was the guilt that made her keep her mouth shut and lead him into her apartment. Turning on a lamp to light their way, she ushered him into her living room and watched while he sat on the sofa. She had no idea how to start the conversation and Mulder looked to be waiting for her to say something. She finally sat beside him and spoke, saying the only thing she could.

“Mulder, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” he asked softly.

“I should have told you right away. I should have explained what was happening. It was just that I was afraid how you would respond. I was…” she just looked at him searching for the right words.

“Freaked out?” he offered and smiled when she cringed.

“Yeah, I guess that’s about it,” she said with a wry smile.

They sat quietly for a moment. Mulder seemed to be thinking over the whole situation and she wanted him to have a chance to process his thoughts. Thoughts that she knew were rapid and complex.

“Did hearing my thoughts ‘freak you out’ more?” he asked.

It was a loaded question, but she only had one answer to it.

“No. I’m glad I heard them.”

She turned and looked at him then, his expression strange, tender and anxious at the same time. “Well, I guess there’s nothing I can add. You’ve heard all my feelings. So I guess there’s only one question left,” he paused and reached up to touch her face. “What are yours?”

Scully leaned into his warm hand and let him softly caress her face. She measured her response out carefully. “It would be easier if we could try the spell again. This time you could go without a ‘deflector beanie’ and then you could hear my thoughts.”

“Would I like what I heard?” He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

She leaned in close to him, her lips inches from his. His breath fanned across her face and she shivered. “Yes,” she breathed and kissed him. The kiss was delicate and gentle. A penitent kiss to tell him that what ever his thoughts were, she understood. Mulder didn’t move just let her press her lips against his and show him how she felt. She pulled away and when he looked at her, his eyes were dark.

“You’d hear that you are the most important person in my life. And that I think of you all the time. You’d also hear that listening to your thoughts today have left me wanting you so badly that I can barely stand it,” she whispered.

“And would I hear you confess that you played with me in the office? Deliber ately used my thoughts to drive me mad?” Mulder asked, his expression playful, but his tone serious.

She sighed and tried to look contrite answering, “Yup.”

Mulder chuckled and leaned in to kiss her. This kiss was more intense than the last. In fact, this kiss took her breath away. Starting out soft, like a feather brushing over her mouth, it deepened until he had parted her lips and tenderly slipped his tongue in to brush against hers. His hands slipped around her back and she pressed her body against his chest.

“Scully,” he pulled away briefly to say. “I guess I’ll have to show you what I want to do.”

He was holding her close and spreading kisses over her face. His tongue dipped down under her collar and stroked over the sensitive flesh there. She bit back a moan and held him tight.

“Come on,” he said and he was tugging her up from the couch and leading her into her bedroom. The room was dim with only the light from the living room showing them the way. But somehow the lighting seemed perfect. It gave the whole scene a dream-like quality and she had to remind herself that this wasn’t a dream. This was Mulder, unbuttoning her top. Mulder pressing kisses to her chest. Mulder struggling with her bra clasp until she, laughing, removed it for him. He slipped her skirt down and bent over to pull down her stockings. Kne eling in front of her, he pressed a kiss to the front of her panties before slipping them down and off her.

He nudged her toward the bed and she lay back on the pillows to watch him disrobe. His body was beautiful and despite having seen him semi nude in the past at different times, it was a new and wondrous sensation. The man was quite a sight standing in the faint light of her bedroom. His body was so lean yet powerful. She felt herself getting wet and smiled at the sensation. Mulder was perfect. He finished and stood before her and she sighed with pleasure and opened her legs unconsciously.

“You read my mind,” he said while looking between her parted legs. She held out her arms to him.

“Come here, Mulder.”

Mulder stretched out beside her, his body so hot that even with him barely touching her, he chased the chill from the room. Slowly, he traveled down her body using his hands and mouth, touching every inch of her and making her squirm with excitement. The first touch of his tongue to her hardened nipple made her gasp. He worried her breasts with his hot mouth until she couldn’t hold back her moans. His warm lips moved over her stomach and ended with his body lying between her legs. She wanted him so badly that she didn’t think she could wait. “Mulder,” she said reaching for him. “Please, you don’t have to. I just want you in me.”

Mulder took a hold of each of her thighs and spread them open wider. “Shh, I know what I’m doing, Scully. Let me.”

He proceeded to drive her mad with his mouth. Gently he blew across her moist curls, slipping inside to tease her unmercifully. Finding her swollen clit, he worked it with his tongue until she was gasping for air. She felt herself on the edge. His mouth covered her sex, the heat from his tongue spreading throughout her entire body until she was clutching at his hair and begging, “yes, yes, please. God Mulder, please.” He gave her what she wanted, sucking and stroking her until she felt herself letting go. Arching off the bed, she exploded into his mouth.

She started to come down from the high. Panting for air, she ran her fingers through his thick hair. But Mulder didn’t stop. His tongue continued to stroke her quivering flesh. One long finger slipped inside her pussy, drawing the moisture out of her and drinking it.

“Mulder?” she asked faintly. Surely he wanted to be inside her. “Shh,” he said against her and she lay back and let him do what he wanted to. “Let me,” he said and heaven help her, she did. A second finger joined the first and he used them to first calm her shaking and then to work her into a frenzy. He had to know what he was doing to her. She bit her lip but still couldn’t stop the moans and pleas. When she felt herself once again about to explode, he seemed to sense it and attacked her clit with his tongue and lips, driving her over the edge and forcing a scream from her throat.

She vaguely felt him slip up her body and hold her. Long moments it took for her to come back to reality. She had never experience satisfaction like that before in her life.

Mulder’s body was hard and moist lying beside her. She could feel his hard cock nudging her thigh and pressed her leg against it to feel him shake. And shaking he was. She could tell that he was holding himself in check with difficulty. His cock was throbbing and his breathing harsh. She didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that it wouldn’t take much for him to lose control.

She wiggled her body until she had slipped from his grasp. Easing down the bed and avoiding his grabbing hands, she took his large, hard cock in her hand. Mulder laid back and looked at her wonderingly. His cock was perfectly sculpted. Long and thick and the prospect of it inside her was enough to make her pant. She reached out and touched the tip of it with her tongue, loving the way that Mulder jerked and gasped.

“Scully!” he exclaimed and tried to pull her up.

She avoided his hands and said, “No, let me. I know what I’m doing,” laughing at the look he gave her.

She covered the large head of his cock with her mouth and tasted the salty precome that was leaking out. Mulder’s moans filled her ears and she rubbed her tender breasts against his hairy thighs, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to last long without feeling him inside her. Licking her lips, she slowly slid him into her mouth. He felt like satiny steel and was fire-hot against her tongue.

Glancing up at Mulder, she had never seen a look like that on any man’s face before. Shock and such sexual surrender that she had to reach down and touch herself. Her sex was swollen and weeping for him.

She drew him out of her mouth slowly, dragging out the sensation until Mulder was arching off the bed and pleading with her to stop. She couldn’t avoid the hands that grabbed her and pulled her until she was straddling him. His erection twitched against her ass and his mouth was fused to hers, kissing her so deeply she couldn’t breath.

He lifted her by the hips and she could feel his cock brushing the lips of her pussy, teasing her. She was so loose and wet that the head of his large cock entering her caused only a brief spasm of discomfort. She braced her hands on his chest and looked down at his face while she lowered herself onto him. His eyes were dark and so tender as she slowly impaled herself. He filled her, completely, totally. She was gasping and moaning his name while he encouraged her to take it slow.

She felt his heavy balls pressed against her ass and wanted to crow with triumph that she had taken his entire length inside her. Rocking back, she relished the sensation of being full to bursting with her partner’s large cock.

“God, Scully, oh oh,” he was chanting. His hands were holding her hips in an iron grip, preventing her from moving. She could see him battling for control and saw the moment when he found it. Slowly, deliberately, she started to rock her hips up and down. She began with a leisurely pace and gained momentum until Mulder was assisting her by lifting her hips and slamming them back down onto his throbbing erection. She could feel each movement, each ridge of him stroking her and drawing out the sensation, building it until she felt herself on the verge of falling apart. His gentle movements became jerky, wild and harsh, filling her and then pulling out to excite her even more. She arched her back and his beautiful cock hit her just so, making her dig her nails into his strong chest and scream as the force of her orgasm washed through her.

His hands guiding her hips were the only thing keeping her upright. He lifted her and held her there so that he could just pound into her yielding flesh. Mulder’s head was whipping from side to side. Her name moaned from his lips and then he screamed as loudly as she had, his body jerking up wildly into hers. She exploded again, just by feeling him lose control. Her body collapsed down onto him, a boneless heap.

They lay there panting, their mutual sweat drying in the cool air. She felt him shift her until she was lying beside him with his large body covering her. Held fast in his arms, she dozed.

She woke later to the darkened room and Mulder looking down at her. It took a few minutes before Mulder could speak. “Scully, that was…amazing.”

She gave a tired laugh before agreeing. “Yes it was.”

Mulder lifted his head up and rested it back down beside hers, sighing deeply into her ear. “Since you can’t read my mind, I’ll have to tell you that I’ve never come so hard in my life.” She flung her arm over him and snuggled into his side. They lay quietly for a while, Mulder’s hand tracing patterns on her breasts and abdomen, sleepy and sated.

“So what did you learn from reading men’s minds?” he finally asked in the darkness.

She chuckled before answering. “That they only think about sex, Mulder. The saying that a man thinks with his penis is true.”

Mulder reached around and lightly pinched her ass. “Oh, come on Scully. That’s not fair.”

She could feel the nudge of his cock against her stomach. Wrapping her hand around it, she felt him hardening again and her body answered his with a flush of desire.

“Yeah, that’s what you all say when faced with the truth. But I’ll prove it,” she said and began to stroke him until his cock was rock hard and leaking into her hand.

“How?” he groaned.

“Did I ever tell you about my college roommate, Meg?”

“No,” he breathed into her ear, his hands slipping down lower.

She smiled and wiggled when his fingers slipped between her legs. “Why don’t we go and take a bath?”

“Don’t wanna. Wanna fuck you again,” he rumbled into her ear.

“Oh, you can definitely do that, lover boy, but first we take a bath,” she said and scrambled out of his reach.

“Scully, come on..” he whined but let her take his hand and pull him out of bed. He protested the whole walk over to her bathroom. “But why, Scully, can’t we do this later?”

She turned around and stood up on tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his full lips. “Because,” she answered with a gleam in her eye, “I want to have you completely immersed in water when I tell you about Meg.”

At Mulder’s puzzled look, she just laughed and tugged him into the bathroom behind her.

The End

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