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Foolish Games by The X-Pig
Title: FOOLISH GAMES I: 3AM
Summary: What’s your definition of phone sex?
Rating: PG (a few questionable words)
Title: FOOLISH GAMES II: RELAX
Summary: You can’t play with your partner and not get caught.
Rating: PG (a few questionable words)
Title: FOOLISH GAMES III: BARELY BREATHING
Summary: Who said you always have to play nice?
Rating: PG (a few questionable words)
Title: FOOLISH GAMES IV: ADDICTED TO LOVE
Summary: How far would you go?
Rating: NC-17
Title: FOOLISH GAMES V: COME TALK TO ME
Summary: How do you tell an AD to piss off?
Rating: PG-13
Title: FOOLISH GAMES VI: SLAVE TO THE VIBE
Summary: Where do you go have sex in public?
Rating: NC-17
Author: The X-Pig
Original posting date: Feb – March 2000
Disclaimer: I wish, oh I wish, that they belonged to me, but they don’t. They belong to 1013 and FOX. Please don’t waste your time suing me, I’m broke.
Spoilers: Not a single little one
Category: PWP, Pure fluff, MSR, SMUT!!!
Keywords: MSR, Fluff, PWP
Distribution: Take it. Have fun with it. Just don’t hurt it.
Dedication: Again, to Jim and Mallory. I know you weren’t expecting this, neither was I.
Feedback: Yes, I want to know. I’m starting to become addicted to it. [email protected]
FOOLISH GAMES I: 3AM
I let you down
Tail between my legs
I’m a puppy for you love
I’m a puppy for you love
I have no lid upon my head
But if I did
You could look inside and see what’s on my mind, oh it’s you—- “Let You Down” – Dave Matthew’s Band
“Scully.”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“Yeah, I do. Did I wake you?”
“No. I was just getting a cup of tea.”
“Oh. Why are you awake?”
“I don’t know. Couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh, me neither.”
“Ok.”
“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”
“I don’t know. Just restless I guess.”
“Oh.”
“Why did you call, Mulder?”
“Couldn’t sleep. But I think I already said that.”
“Oh, right.”
“So…”
“Why couldn’t you sleep?”
“I don’t know. I tried, I really did.”
“Oh. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Um, ok. So why did you call again?”
“I don’t know. I guess I wanted to talk.”
“Ok, so talk.”
“Scully, what are you wearing?”
“That’s not talking.”
“Sure it is, so…”
“Let me look…”
“You have to look?”
“No, not really. Just stalling.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Sooo, what are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing my blue silk pajamas. You know the ones, Mulder.”
“Oh yes I do. I like those.”
“I know. What else do you want to know?”
“Where are you?”
“In my apartment.”
“I know that. Where in your apartment?”
“Laying in bed, propped up against the headboard.”
“And what are you doing?”
“Drinking my tea.”
“What kind?”
“Sleepy Time.”
“What did you put in it?”
“Some sugar.”
“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”
“Probably.”
“Ok.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it, Mulder?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Ok.”
“Sooo…”
“Hey, you called me.”
“I know.”
“Ok, if you don’t want to talk about it, what do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know. Scully, what are you thinking about?”
“Do you really want an answer to that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you need to decide.”
“I know. Ok, tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me what you are thinking about.”
“Ok. I’m thinking about you.”
“That it?”
“And us. And last night.”
“Me, too Scully.”
“But you don’t want to talk about it.”
“No.”
“Ok. What if I do?”
“Do you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, then…”
“Mulder, what is this going to do to us?”
“I don’t know.”
“What happened? What changed?”
“I don’t know. But I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”
“Yeah, but was it right?”
“Did it feel right?”
“Yeah. Did it feel right to you?”
“Yeah. It did. It felt perfect.”
“So, tell me Mulder, why did we wait so long?”
“I don’t know. Why do you think?”
“Fear, definitely fear. But I don’t think that was all.”
“Ok, so what else?”
“I don’t know. The right moment?”
“Maybe.”
“So, do you want to do it again.”
“Absolutely. You?”
“Oh, yes. At the next possible opportunity.”
“How about tonight?”
“I thought you were planning on sleeping tonight Mulder.”
“I was, but I can’t.”
“Oh, yeah. Mulder, where, exactly, are you?”
“Look out your window.”
“Damn it. How long have you been there?”
“Oh, since I called you.”
“Why didn’t you just come up?”
“I wasn’t sure if you were awake.”
“So you called?”
“Well, yeah, I did. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just get off the phone and get up here.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The End?
Author’s Notes: I know, I know, what did they do? I don’t know, honest. I can actually say that this one wrote itself, I had nothing to do with it. I guess Moose and Squirrel wanted some air time. Send feedback, tell me what you think they did.
FOOLISH GAMES II: RELAX
I said, “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you.
Cause last night I had something so good
These days get so long and I got nothing to do”—— “Hangingaround” by The Counting Crows
The phone would not stop ringing. Mulder rolled over and reached for it, not completely awake.
“Mulder.”
“Agent Mulder, what…I thought this was Agent Scully’s number.”
“Yes, Sir. It is, Sir. Let me get her.”
Ohmygod, what have I done, Mulder thought as he remembered where he was, and why. As he stood, he surveyed the damage. The living room was a disaster area, a result of this morning’s activities. He began walking toward the bedroom, hoping to find Scully. As he entered the room, he saw her. She wasn’t under the blankets and appeared to be cold. He approached the bed quietly, not wanting to get shot again.
“Hey, Scully, wake up. Skinner’s on the phone for you. And he sounds pissed.”
“What time is it, Mulder?”
“It’s, umm, hold on…”
He checked his watch, then quickly glanced at the clock on Scully’s nightstand to double-check the time.
“Shit Scully, we are in trouble. It’s eleven. Didn’t we have a meeting?”
Scully leapt out of bed, a look of panic on her face. She began rushing around, trying to get herself together as fast as she could. Mulder just stood by the bedside and waited to be noticed. When her eyes settled on him, he grinned.
“Hey, Skinner’s still on the phone for you.”
She hurried past Mulder into the living room and grabbed the phone.
“Morning, Sir. I know we are late. We’re on our way.”
“Don’t bother, Agent Scully. The meeting is over. You didn’t miss much but your absence does not reflect well upon me.”
“I understand Sir. And again, I’m sorry. We will be there shortly.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear me, Agent Scully. I said not to bother. Take the rest of the day off. You obviously need some time to recoup from your last case.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“And Agent Scully?”
“Sir?”
“Give Agent Mulder my regards.”
“Yes Sir. Good day.”
She hung up the phone, a look of confusion on her face. Skinner wanted her to give Mulder his regards, what does that mean. Then it dawned on her. Ohmygod, Mulder answered the phone. Skinner knows that Mulder slept here last night.
She was heading back towards the bedroom to confront Mulder when she heard the shower start. To hell with it, she thought, I’ve seen him naked before.
She knocked once on the door, knowing that he would not hear her. She then entered the bathroom, bringing a gust of cold air with her. She heard him exclaim loudly before sticking his head out to locate the source of the cold. Upon seeing her leaning on the edge of the sink, he ducked back into the shower and continued washing his hair.
“So, Scully, how much trouble are we in?”
“Oh not much, yet. I think once the facts that we were absent from the meeting and that you obviously woke from a dead sleep to answer my phone sink in we will be in a great deal more trouble.”
“So, we missed the meeting. Oh well. Guess we’ll just have to hide from Skinner today, let him cool down.”
“Actually, he gave us the day off. He seems to think that we need some rest after our last case. He also wanted me to give you his regards, whatever that’s supposed to mean.”
“Thanks. Hey, could you hand me a towel?”
She grabbed a towel off the rack and held it out to him, purposefully dangling it out of his reach. As he leaned further out of the shower to get it, she continued to move the towel farther away.
“Scully, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s not nothing. Don’t make me get out of this shower and chase you down.”
“You haven’t got a prayer of catching me.”
“Oh, yeah?”
As he started to get out of the shower, she bolted for the door, her hand reaching for the knob. He reached her just as she was pulling the door past her body. The sound he made as the door struck him in the head was only rivaled by the sound of him hitting the floor.
Scully stopped cold and tuned around to see if he was all tight. As she knelt down to check him for injuries, he reached up and pulled the towel out of her hands. A cock-eyed grin began to spread across his face as her eyebrow raised.
“Ha. Told ya I’d catch ya.”
“You cheated. And you scared me, damn it. It’s not funny.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than they both dissolved into a fit of laughter. Scully sank to her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Once she could breathe again, she looked up at Mulder, sprawled across the bathroom floor wearing only a little pink towel and began laughing again. He looked down at himself and shrugged, then looked at a very red Scully and began to laugh, also.
“I don’t know what’s funnier, Scully, me on the floor or you turning beet red.”
Scully was still laughing too hard to respond verbally, but she did manage to grab the towel that was covering him. She looked up at his face and saw that it was now beginning to flush as well. This renewed her laughter once again and she couldn’t hang onto the towel. Mulder grabbed it back and immediately stood, getting out of Scully’s range. He stepped around her and left the bathroom, followed by her peals of laughter.
He got the spare pair of sweats out of the overnight bag that Scully kept in her closet for him and put them on. He then returned to the bathroom to find Scully sitting on the floor trying to catch her breath.
“Better now?”
“Yeah, thanks. So, Mulder, what do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know. You?”
“Thought I’d finish up that report, maybe watch a movie.”
“That it?”
“Why? I thought you didn’t know what you wanted to do.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe we could finish what we started this morning, before I passed out.”
“Hmmm… Let me think about this.”
Several minutes passed with Scully once again leaning against the sink and Mulder standing in the doorway toweling his hair dry.
“Well?”
“Sure, Mulder. That actually sounds like a good idea. Shall we?”
The End? (of course not)
Author’s Notes: Any guesses about what’s going on? And how much trouble do you think they’ll be in? Let me know.
FOOLISH GAMES III: BARELY BREATHING
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don’t know why—– “Everything You Want” by Vertical Horizon
“Damn it, Mulder, stop cheating.”
“I’m not cheating, I’m a natural.”
“You are cheating. I can’t prove it, but I know you are.”
Scully reached out and swatted at Mulder’s face. He moved out of her reach with ease and continued to diligently shuffle the cards. He knew that if he looked at her he would start laughing again and she would get the jump on him, literally. She was frowning at him, while at the same time smiling at him with her eyes. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Hey, Mulder.”
“Yeah?”
“Look at me.”
“No way. Last thing I need today is a trip to the emergency room with a deck of cards shoved down my throat.”
“Who said anything about the emergency room? I was thinking more along the lines of the morgue.”
“Ouch, Scully, you wound me. Do you want to play again?”
“Are you going to cheat?”
“I wasn’t cheating.”
He chose that moment to look up at her and caught her hand directly across the face. His look of shock was quickly replaced by a devious grin as he placed the cards on the couch behind him and leapt over the coffee table.
“I’m going to get you for that, Scully.”
“Oh shit, Mulder, wait…”
She tried to move out of the way, but he was too quick for her. He tackled her full on, knocking her back to the floor. He landed on top of her, pinning her to the carpet with his upper body. He held her arms to her side with his elbows and started to mercilessly tickle her ribs.
“Stop squirming, Scully, or this is only going to get worse.”
Scully tried to get her ribs away from his hands, to find a way to get out from under him, but his superior weight was working against her. She tried to get her feet under her knees, to get enough leverage to buck him off. Having attended the same self-defense training as her, Mulder was able to anticipate her every attempt to free herself and counter it.
“You are not getting out of this that easily, Scully. Now, do you want me to stop?”
Scully nodded her head in the affirmative. Mulder released her arms, having stopped assaulting her ribs, but made no move to get up. He shifted his weight, placing most of it on his arms and off of Scully. He was ready for her to start struggling, for her to try and return the favor he had given her.
“Mulder, this is twice today we’ve ended up on the floor. What is it with you and gravity? And get off of me.”
“If you insist. But first, answer me this, do you still think I’m cheating?”
“Now? Or before?”
“Both.”
“Then yes, I do. Now get up.”
Mulder shifted his weight again, preparing to get up.
“Scully, just one thing.”
Before she could answer he leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. He then jumped to his feet and returned to his place on the floor in front of the couch. Once seated he picked up the cards and began to shuffle them again. Scully continued to lie on the floor where he had left her, a look of amazement on her face.
“Hey, Scully, I’m waiting on you.”
“Okay, hold on.”
She sat up and returned to her spot in front of the coffee table. She smoothed down her shirt, which had ridden up during the tussle on the floor, and tried to regain some of her composure. Mulder began dealing the cards, snickering to himself.
“Check your cards, Scully. Wouldn’t want to you to think I’m cheating.”
“Okay, they’re all there. Are you ready to get your ass kicked?”
“You wish.”
They both turned over the base card in front of them. The game lasted only a short time, during which there was a large amount of cursing and more than one bruised knuckle.
“Speed.”
“See, I knew you were cheating. Don’t even think I’m going to let you win, Mulder.”
Scully quickly looked over the cards in her hand, hoping for one that she could play. No useable card showed itself. Both she and Mulder reached over to their respective save pile and flipped the top card over. Scully saw the card that she had been looking for and moved in for the kill. Mulder, however, needed the same card and was quicker. He slapped his card down and raised his hands in triumph.
“Haha, that’s fifteen games to your seven. Still glad you taught me this game, Scully?”
“I’m definitely having second and third thoughts about it. How many games total does that make?”
“In the last three days?”
“Yes.”
“Let me think. You’ve won forty-two games and I’ve won forty-five games.”
“Shit, we’ve played eighty-seven games?”
“Yup. I never did ask you, where did you learn this evil obsession?”
“I learned it in med school. My roommate taught it to me. I think we played for two days straight, neither of us sleeping or studying.”
“Must have made class fun.”
“Yeah, it did. But at least neither of us slept through anything.”
“That’s not fair, Scully. This isn’t my house, it’s yours. Why didn’t you set the alarm?”
“Mulder, I did set the alarm.”
“Oops.”
“Enough chit-chat. You ready to get your ass kicked?”
“Yeah, but hold on.”
Mulder stood up and walked past Scully, headed towards the bathroom. She followed him with her eyes, chuckling to herself.
“Hey, don’t let the door hit ya…”
Before she could complete her sentence he had her by the shoulders, pulling her to her feet.
“That was not my fault. If you had just given me the towel I wouldn’t have this knot on my head. Now, are you going to be nice, or do I need to punish you again.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No, Agent Scully, it’s a promise.”
“Yeah, right.”
Mulder thought for a moment, trying to decide if he was prepared to follow through with what he was about to do.
“Ah, what the heck…”
He grabbed Scully around the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. Once he had her situated as best he could, he patted her on the butt.
“Okay, Agent Scully, you asked for it.”
The End? Not by a long shot.
Author’s Notes: I know, I keep leaving everyone hanging. It will get finished, I promise.
FOOLISH GAMES IV: ADDICTED TO LOVE
in the middle of the night
speak to me
hold your mouth to mine
’cause the sky is breaking
it’s deeper than lovei know the way you feel
like the rains outside
speak to me
—– “The Sky is Broken” by Moby
Mulder kicked the door shut behind him and tossed Scully on the bed. She immediately flipped over onto her back and glared at him.
“What do you think you are doing, Mulder?”
“Exacting my revenge, of course.”
“Revenge? For what?”
“Where should I start?”
She looked him in the eye, noticing the grin on his lips and the lust in his eyes. Why do I have the feeling that I’m going to enjoy this, she thought. On the heels of that thought came another. We shouldn’t be doing this, whatever exactly this is.
“And what did you have in mind, Agent Mulder?”
“Torture. I’ll have you begging for mercy.”
What am I doing, he thought, this is not how I wanted to do this. I don’t want her to think of this as a punishment. He sat down on the bed beside her and took her hand in his.
“Scully, do you know what you do to me?”
“Why don’t you enlighten me.”
“How about I show you.”
He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing the tips of her fingers individually. He worked his way down to her palm, caressing each knuckle as he passed it. After reaching her wrist, he looked into her eyes, asking for permission. She nodded her consent. Taking her other hand in his, he repeated the process, learning all the hard-won imperfections of her skin. He stopped to study her palm, admiring how the veins in her hand showed sharply under her pale skin. He ran his thumb across the lines that crisscrossed her hand, settling on her lifeline, massaging it.
“Scully…”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to ask.”
He dropped her hand and reached for her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, absorbing their smoothness. He contemplated her lips for a moment before claiming them as his. The contact caused a forceful intake of air by both of them. Mulder gently pushed at Scully’s lips, begging entrance into her mouth. She acceded to their desires, taking his tongue deep into her mouth. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, incorporating his taste into her soul. They broke apart only when the needs of their bodies became overwhelming, both of them taking in large gulps of air.
Settling back slightly, Scully took in the scene that was unfolding in her bedroom. Her fantasies were nothing compared to the sight in front of her. Mulder, eyelids drooped with arousal, hair tousled from the explorations of her hands, was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She chuckled to herself, causing him to look into her eyes. He searched her face for any sign of rejection and, finding none, launched himself at her again.
His lips began exploring her face, marking her as his with each warm kiss he placed on her skin. She was not idle either, exploring his back with her hands, pulling up the bottom of his shirt in an effort to touch his bare back. Her mouth found its way to his neck and began to nibble on his collar bone, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him.
After what seemed like an eternity, they broke again, looking into each others’ eyes. Mulder opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by a firm, decidedly unchaste kiss from Scully, a promise of more to come. He abandoned his intention to ask if he should stop and plunged headfirst into his task. His hands were shaking and his fingers fumbled with the hem of her shirt, trying to gain purchase. She broke their oral embrace long enough to pull his shirt over his head, then attacked him with renewed vigor. She began exploring his bare chest, taking interest in his erect nipples, rolling them between her fingers.
Once she had memorized every bump and valley of his nipples, she moved on to the waist of his sweatpants, thankful that there were no buttons to fight with. She slipped her hands under his waistband and grazed her nails across the hair at his navel. He flinched at the contact, surprised that he hadn’t noticed her trek southward. Determined to not be outdone, he pulled back from her lips and divested her of her shirt. Noting that she was not wearing a bra, he disregarded her lips in favor of her breasts. He began caressing one nipple with his hand and one with his lips. Her hands lodged in his hair, pulling him closer, conveying her need to be adored by him.
Several minutes passed with him suckling her before she pulled him away, thirsting for his taste in her mouth again. Her lips assailed his, her tongue delving into the recesses of his mouth, tasting her own sweat. Her hands returned to his waist, slipped under the fabric, and felt the solidness of his ass. She scraped her nails across the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to form. She grasped one cheek tightly and squeezed, drawing a deep groan of approval from within him.
Not satisfied with being restrained by the sweatpants he was wearing, she tugged on the material until it gave, exposing his bare skin to the chill air in the room. A shiver passed through him, causing a separation of their lips. Scully looked at him, smiled, than shifted out from under him. She hopped off the bed, leaving him empty-armed. Moving to the foot of the bed, she knelt, grabbed the legs of his pants and yanked, depriving him of his last article of clothing and his ability to deny his need for her. She stood and surveyed the situation, perfect she thought. She then turned and walked out of the bedroom.
“Wait, Scully…”
“Yes?”
“Wha…”
“You’d better catch up, or I’ll get away.”
He vaulted off the bed and prepared himself to chase her, nude and rock hard, without causing injury to himself. He ran down the hall, one hand holding his cock to his body. She was standing at the end of the hallway, gently hugging herself against the cold air when she was attacked from behind. He clutched her shoulder and, with a growl, spun her around, her back pressed firmly against the wall.. Mulder pressed himself to her, pinning her body with his. He grappled with her hands, securing them above her head with one of his own. His free hand began roaming her skin, searching for places that caused her to sigh with pleasure, never straying below her waist.
His mouth did not loiter long in one place either, wandering from her ear to her neck, her lips to her breasts, and back again. Having appeased his curiosity for the time being, he settled again on her lips, drinking in her dulcet flavor. She struggled against him, trying to find a comfortable position from which to return his affection. Not having the use of her hands made it difficult to achieve the contact she desired, obliging her to focus her energies in her lips and eyes. Her eyes burned with her hunger for him, her lips hot with craving. She melted into him, pressing every inch of herself against him, praying for release.
He was not, however, ready to end her punishment. He continued to control her hands, limiting her motion. He reached above her and adjusted his grip, switching hands. He clamped his newly freed hand onto her breast, fondling the nipple momentarily before switching to the other nub and giving it the same rough treatment. Having pulled a moan of delight from her mouth with his actions, he allowed his hand to drift under the fabric of her shorts. His hand lingered at her navel, rubbing gently, as he kissed her again, slowly. Once he had satiated his need for gentleness, he pressed hardbagainst her, forcing her back into the wall, as both his tongue and his finger entered her.
He thrust his finger into her twice, in time with his tongue in her mouth. He then removed his finger as he pulled back from her lips, pleased with the look of desire in her eyes. He brought his finger to his mouth, rubbing it against his lips as he looked at her. Placing his wet digit into his mouth, he sucked hard, branding her taste into his memory. He lunged toward her, kissing her deeply, allowing her to taste their combined essence. Mulder released his hold on her wrists as he shoved her shorts down to the floor. He placed both hands on her waist and lifted her up. She hooked her ankles around his waist, opening herself to him Satisfied with her position, he thrust her down onto him, entering her fully with one push. She sank her nails into his shoulders, surprised by the speed with which he had claimed her. She held on tightly, his rhythm fast and rough, and began kissing his face. He kept one hand on her hip to steady her, and placed one hand on the wall behind her for balance. He captured her lips again as he felt her become taut, his pace increasing slightly. He released her mouth just as she cried out in surrender. He pumped into her with more force, reaching his climax quickly. She held him close as his orgasm sapped him of energy.
Together they slumped to the floor, exhaustion claiming them rapidly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. She placed a quick kiss on his chest before giving herself over to sleep. He watched her breathing slow, felt her relax into him, and smiled.
“Sleep, Scully. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
The End ?
Author’s notes: Ok, now that my monitor is blushing, yes, there will be one more part. There’s still Skinner to deal with.
FOOLISH GAMES V: COME TALK TO ME
All of my heart I do
Blood through my veins for you
You alone have all of meFrom you my strength is full
To carry your burdens too
I give my world to you
Hip lock up so tight
You drive me crazy
Crazy is all right
With you looking at me
You make me feel high
Every single thing you do to me
is like I’m drunk
I do my best for you, I do
—– “Rapunzel” by Dave Matthews Band
“Good morning, Agent Mulder, Scully.”
“Good morning, Sir. What can we do for you?”
“Agent Mulder, I just wanted to ensure that you and Agent Scully were fully recovered from your last case.”
“Yes, Sir, I believe that we are. Is there some doubt?”
“No, Agent Mulder. I do not want a repeat of yesterday’s action. Is that clear?”
Mulder looked over at Scully, hoping that her fair skin would not reveal too much. He was not surprised to find that she was blushing slightly, her face turning a touch pink. He prayed that Skinner did not notice anything.
“Yes, Sir, perfectly. Is there anything else?”
“Yes, actually, there is. Agent Scully?”
“Sir?”
“Is there some particular reason why Agent Mulder is doing all the talking?”
“No, Sir. Do you require a response from me, Sir?”
“No, I do not. Agents, is there something going on here that I should know about?”
“No, Sir. What would make you think that?”
“Mulder, your behavior is suspicious, and Agent Scully’s lack of communication is equally so. Has something happened between you two?”
Scully’s color deepened, anger becoming visible on her face. Mulder placed his hand on her forearm, attempting to still her. She looked over at him, then at his hand, and bit back her response. Mulder’s hand lingered longer than necessary, sparking Skinner’s interest.
“Why do you ask, Sir? Is our performance being effected?”
“No, Agent Mulder. Your performance is exemplary. It’s your recent irresponsibility toward your job that has me concerned. Agent Scully, is there anything you feel I should know? Anything of a personal nature?”
Scully stood quickly, trying to stay ahead of her anger.
“No, Sir. Anything personal between Agent Mulder and I is just that, personal. It is none of your damn business.”
Before Skinner could respond, Scully was through the door and headed towards the elevator.
Mulder and Skinner both followed her with their eyes, a look of amusement on both their faces. Upon hearing the ding of the elevator arriving on the fourth floor both man looked at each other, and began to laugh.
“Congratulations, Agent Mulder. When I told Agent Scully to give you my regards, that’s not quite what I had in mind, but I’m glad to see that you two have worked some things out. Now, you’d better go catch her before she does something rash.”
“Thank you, Sir. I will. And if you could not mention to her that you have any idea…”
“Absolutely. I don’t know anything.”
“Thank you again, Sir.”
Mulder stood and left, opting to take the stairs down to the basement. He hit the last step running and caught the office door before it closed completely. He saw Scully standing next to his desk, her shoulders rising and falling quickly, as she fought to control her temper. Smiling, he took a few steps forward and placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her to him.
“I thought I was the only one who got pissed at Skinner?”
“He had no right, Mulder. It’s none of his business.”
“Scully, I know. Don’t worry about it. No harm, no foul.”
“So, he’s not mad?”
“No, he’s used to it. Just relax.”
“Okay, Mulder, I will.”
Mulder pulled Scully to him, enfolding her with his arms. He felt her relax into him, taking strength from his presence. Once calmed, she pulled back from him, looking into his eyes.
“So, do we have any work to do?”
“Nope, not a thing. Why?”
“I was wondering if you were up to a game of cards.”
The End.
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FOOLISH GAMES VI: SLAVE TO THE VIBE
That I been growing
Trust trust I must trust
With my head on my chest
I rest with the rest of the restless
So move with me I’m strong enough
To be weak in your arms
Move with me I’m strong enough
To be real in your arms—– “Move With Me” by Neneh Cherry
“Actually, a game of cards would be great, Scully. However, we are at work…”
The phone rang, pulling them back to reality. Scowling slightly, Mulder stepped away from Scully and reached for the phone.
“Mulder.”
“Mulder, Skinner. I hate to break up your conversation with Agent Scully, but something has come up. You two are to call it a day and get some rest.”
“What do you have for us, Sir?”
“A case was just handed to me that’s right up your alley. You will be meeting with an informant tonight about some unexplained deaths in the Georgetown area.”
“I’m with you. Where are we meeting this informant?”
“You will be meeting him at The Ritz. Do you know where that is?”
“No, Sir, I don’t.”
“It 919 E Street, Northwest. You can’t miss it. It’ll be the three-story building with all the people outside. Your informant will meet you there at eleven tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir. We’ll be there.”
“And, Agent Mulder…”
“Yes?”
“Be on your best behavior tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mulder hung up the phone and looked over at Scully, sitting in his chair behind his desk. He shook his head, laughing to himself.
“Hope you’ve got a party dress, Scully. We’re going out.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yup. We’ve got a meeting tonight at the Ritz. Should prove to be very interesting.”
Mulder waggled his eyebrows at Scully, sparking a grin that became a laugh moments later.
“I guess I’d better drop you home so we can both get some sleep. Why are you looking at me like that, Mulder?”
“Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking about sleeping, Scully. And I certainly wasn’t thinking about doing it at home.”
Before Scully could reply, Mulder took her by the arms and pulled her from the chair. He took a large breath and pressed himself against her, crushing his lips to hers. Scully responded in kind, shaking free of his grasp and wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. As their lips jockeyed for position, Mulder forced Scully back against the wall, pinning her with his body.
Scully freed one hand from his waist and reached it between their bodies, searching for his belt buckle. Mulder’s hand snaked up to her blouse, fingers fumbling with the buttons. After a moment’s hesitation he began unhooking the buttons. As he undid the third button, he realized where they were. His lips broke contact with hers, causing a moan to pass through both their lips.
“Scully, wait…”
“Why?”
“Scully, we are in the…”
Her lips were once again pressed to his, halting any attempt on his part to stop their impending disregard of authority. Mulder succumbed to Scully’s attentions, his hands returning to her shirt. As he reached the last button he heard a soft knocking on the office door.
“Oh shit.”
Pulling himself away from Scully, he turned to face the door, hoping that whoever had knocked hadn’t entered yet. To his dismay, he was greeted by Skinner’s embarrassed attempt to look anywhere but at his two wayward agents.
“Agent Mulder, a word. Outside. Now.”
Scully turned away from Mulder, quickly buttoning her shirt and straightening her hair. Mulder stepped towards the door, buckling his belt, his head hung low. Upon entering the hallway, he softly closed the door, hoping to spare Scully any further embarrassment.
“Sir, I, uh…”
“Stop. I don’t care. I don’t want it to happen again. Here is the case file for your meeting tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir. And thank you for…”
“I told you, I don’t want to know.”
“Understood. Anything else?”
“Yes. The Ritz is a popular place, don’t stick out too much.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Skinner turned towards the elevator; fighting to keep from either laughing or patting Mulder on the back, he wasn’t sure which. As the elevator doors opened he looked back to see Mulder still standing in the hallway, trying to regain his composure. Shaking his head, he entered the elevator and allowed to the doors to close on the hallway.
As Mulder reached for the door, it jerked open and a slightly fustered Scully tried to push past him. He quickly grasped her hand, trying to stall her hasty exit. She tried to pull free, hoping to escape before he questioned her.
“Scully, stop.”
“What do you want, Mulder?”
“I want to apologize for my behavior in there. I knew better, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“No, Mulder, it’s not your fault. You tried to stop me, but I didn’t want to. I’m sorry.”
“Okay, how about this, let me get my coat and we can go. You can drop me at home and I’ll pick you up at ten tonight so we can go meet this informant.”
“What, you’re not going to buy me dinner?”
“Actually, I thought I’d buy you breakfast.”
“Okay, it’s a deal. Let’s go”
“Well, Mulder, it’s eleven thirty, where is he?”
“I don’t know. Skinner said he’d be here.”
The two agents had been at the club for an hour, on the second floor near the bar, watching the throngs of people dancing to a mix of reggae and Latin music. Mulder took a quick look around and, having spotted an empty table, guided Scully to a chair. He signaled a passing waiter and asked Scully what she wanted to drink.
“Mulder, we can’t drink, we’re working.”
“I think he’s a no-show, Scully. And even if he shows now, I’m not dealing with him. So, what do you want?”
“In that case… I’ll have a fuzzy navel.”
“A fuzzy navel, Scully? Isn’t that a fruity drink, lots of sugar, little alcohol?”
“You wish. It’s vodka, schnapps and OJ. Try one, you might like it.”
“No thanks. I had a bad experience with schnapps.”
The waiter chose that moment to put in an appearance. With a wink to Scully, Mulder ordered her fuzzy navel and a screwdriver for himself. When he turned to look back at Scully he was met with “the eyebrow”.
“What?”
“You’re criticizing my fuzzy navel and then you order a screwdriver? Hypocrite.”
“Hey, I like what I like. My bad experience had nothing to do with vodka or OJ, just schnapps.”
As Scully mumbled to herself, she moved her chair closer to his, closing the gap between them.
“So, since we aren’t working…”
Mulder reached out and grabbed her face, pulling her into a sloppy kiss. As they devoured each other, the waiter returned with their drinks. He stood by, waiting for them to come up for air, tapping his foot impatiently. Several moments passed with no sign of relief, causing the waiter to loudly clear his throat.
“Oh, sorry. How much?”
“Nine dollars.”
Mulder reached for his wallet, extracted a ten and handed it to the waiter.
“Keep the change.”
The waiter stalked off, grumbling to himself. Scully shook her head and reached out to touch Mulder’s cheek.
“You never change, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You still haven’t learned how to tip.”
“Shut up and come here.”
Mulder pulled Scully out of her chair, lifted her up, and settled her into his lap. He leaned into her, inhaling the scent of her soap and shampoo, and began to suck on her neck. For her part, Scully maneuvered a hand under Mulder’s shirt and stroked his chest, pinching his nipples whenever she came in contact with them.
As his suckling increased, Scully felt the desire building in her groin, causing her to move against his rapidly hardening erection. Her hips began to move in time with the Latin beat coursing through the room, pulling grunts of pleasure from his throat. He broke his suckling to search out her lips, taking them into his mouth, first bottom then top, as his hands roamed down towards the hem of her skirt. Scully shifted in his lap, angling herself away from prying eyes, as his hand reached between her legs, seeking her wetness. Expecting to encounter resistance in the form of panties, Mulder was pleasantly surprised to find only her swollen and ready clit.
He began fondling her nub, pressing lightly against it than flitting away to explore, forcing Scully to bite down hard on the spot on his shoulder where she had been resting her head. When Mulder jumped, she shifted the position of her hand, pressing hard against his straining cock. Not satisfied with the response she was receiving, she slowly undid his zipper and reached her hand into his pants, scraping her hands against his boxers.
Feeling the passion building in him, Mulder ceased to tease Scully and slowly pushed two fingers into her, halting her movements for a moment. She quickly recovered and began moving her hips again, gyrating to the music and to Mulder’s ministrations. She attacked his mouth, moaning into him as he pushed into her. His pace increased as he pressed his thumb against her, pushing her into the throes of orgasm. As he felt her muscles clench against his slick digits, he pushed hard into her, prolonging her ecstasy.
As she returned to earth, Scully held tightly to Mulder, hoping to hide the fact that her body was quivering. She opened her eyes and was greeted by his smiling face.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. You want to go?”
“Not yet.”
Scully slid out of Mulder’s lap and knelt under the table. She reached out and grabbed the legs of his chair, pulling his legs under with her. Once situated, she reached up and unbuttoned his pants. As Mulder’s hands reached under the table, she grabbed them and placed them on his thighs. Satisfied that he wouldn’t move, she slipped her hands into his pants, pushed the fly of the boxers aside and wrapped her hand around his throbbing erection. While she stroked with one hand, the other cupped his scrotum, rubbing his balls.
Mulder groaned above her, prodding her into action. She freed his cock and leaned forward, taking it into her mouth. She applied pressure with her lips and began to move her mouth up and down. She watched Mulder’s hands grip his pants, pulling them taut against his legs. She licked his shaft with her tongue during each upward stroke, pausing at the head to suck away the pre-come. On each downward stroke she exhaled, forcing the warm air over his wet, pulsing penis.
Mulder’s hand reached for her hand, signaling that he was close to orgasm. She picked up her pace, increasing the pressure with each stroke. He began to thrust into her mouth, setting his own rhythm. With a final push, he howled her name as he came in her mouth.
She released his cock from her mouth and pushed it back into his pants, zipping him up before she pushed the chair out. After clambering out from under the table, she sat down in his lap and reached for her now warm drink. Stirring it quickly, she took a sip and returned it to the table. She glanced at Mulder in time to see a large grin spread across his face.
“So, Mulder, are we done here?”
The End.
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