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Scully walked around the desk with arms full of folders and files. “FUCK!” she hissed as she stubbed her toe on the table leg and dropped the contents of her arms to the floor.
Mulder looked up and raised his eyebrows, “That an invitation, Scully?” he said with a wry grin.
Scully lifted her foot up and rubbed her injured toe, “I really don’t need your shit today…”
Mulder dropped his pencil and leaned back in his chair with his eyebrows raised, “My shit?”
“Yes, Mulder, your shit…I’m tired. I’m tired of being on the road, I’m tired of being in this office, I’m tired of living my life for nothing but this godforsaken job…and most of all I’m tired of listening to your fucking innuendo. I know I look like shit, Mulder, you don’t need to humour me to bolster my waning ego!”
Scully sighed and leaned back against the table behind her as she removed her shoe. She saw blood start to spread around her toe and on instinct lifted her skirt slightly in order to remove her stocking.
Mulder pushed his chair back suddenly, all thoughts of arguing with Scully about what she had said vanished as he watched her lift her skirt and sigh as she peeled down a single thigh-high stocking.
“Jesus Scully!” Mulder said with a flustered tone as he averted his eyes. “Do you want me to…erm…wait outside or something?”
Scully looked up as though she had only just remembered he was there. “You’ve seen me in fewer clothes than this, Mulder…can you pass me a Band-Aid from the cabinet behind you?” She spoke gently feeling guilty for shouting at him before. It was hardly his fault she was tired, distracted…horny as hell...well actually that last bit was mostly his fault, but he certainly wasn’t intending to be the cause of her misery.
Mulder stood up awkwardly and half-walked half-stumbled to the cabinet, he took out the first aid kit and then turned to look at Scully. She did look tired and emotional…he let out a breath and walked towards her.
When he reached her side he dropped to one knee and patted his thigh, “Foot here, Scully…”
Scully smiled, “Mulder, you don’t have to…”
Mulder raised an eyebrow, “Foot here please, Doctor Scully…”
Scully laughed and lifted her foot to rest it on his thigh, he took out an antiseptic wipe and gently started to wipe the blood off her toe.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you, Mulder. I’m in a crappy mood today, but that's no reason for me to take that out on you…”
Mulder smiled up at her, “It’s what I’m here for Scully, I’m happy to be your emotional punchbag sometimes…we support each other.”
He leaned down to gently blow air over her toe and Scully shivered and curled her foot slightly, “Well…I’m grateful, Mulder.”
Mulder nodded and gently wrapped a plaster around her injured toe. “Can I ask…I mean…” he looked at the floor and shook his head, “…actually, forget it, I shouldn’t…”
Scully looked down at him as he gently, and seemingly unintentionally, caressed her foot. She smiled, “You can ask me anything, Mulder, I certainly owe you a favour…”
Mulder looked down at Scully’s foot and subconsciously ran his hand around her ankle, “I just wondered…I mean…do you wear those all the time?”
Scully looked at the discarded stocking on the table, “My stockings?” she said with a confused tone.
Mulder nodded and shook his head, “I’m sorry, Scully, I shouldn’t have asked.”
Scully cut in, “No, it’s fine I guess…I usually do in the summer, it’s too hot for pantyhose.”
“Oh…right…” Mulder said quietly.
He was silent for about a minute and then suddenly looked up at her. She was still studying him carefully, trying to understand why he had asked her about her stockings.
“Scully, I know my opinion doesn’t count for much...why should it…but I am sorry if you’re feeling blue. If you need some time away from the office I’m sure we could sort something out. I guess I just wanted to say...you never look like shit, Scully. You are always beautiful, even if you don’t always feel it.”
Scully's mouth dropped open slightly and she moved her jaw up and down as if trying to find the right words to respond.
Mulder gently lifted her foot off his thigh and stood before her, “You don’t have to say anything, Scully. I just wanted to say that you are a beautiful woman, and you’re also my best friend, so I want you to feel comfortable around me. However, I also need you to understand that if you sit on a table right in front of me and roll down your stockings like that…well…I can't help but react to you.”
Scully gasped and automatically reached to pull the hem of her skirt towards her knees.
Mulder ran his hand through his hair nervously, “Shit…now I’ve made you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have said anything, can we just pretend I didn’t?”
Without thinking Scully reached out and took his hand, she pulled him closer and drew him into her arms, “It’s alright, Mulder, you shouldn’t need to edit what you say to me…I never want you to feel you have to do that.”
Scully held him tightly and after several seconds Mulder dropped his face to her shoulder and breathed deeply, “You smell so good, Scully.”
Scully froze and then forced herself to breathe evenly, “Mulder, I…”
He reached to put his large hand on her hip, “I’m sorry, Scully…but I've wanted you for so long…”
Scully cut off his words with a groan then shifted forward on the desk so she could wrap her legs around his hips and pull him closer. “Then take me…” she pleaded quietly.
Mulder gasped and pulled back to look at her face, “Scully…I…”
Their faces were so close that Scully could feel his hot moist breath invade her mouth. She slipped her tongue out to lick her lips and the tip brushed across Mulder’s upper lip so lightly that she would almost have believed it hadn’t happened...if she hadn't seen a shudder rock through his body.
Scully had known what she wanted for a long time. Now she also knew that if she was brave enough she could claim it...she could claim him. She took a deep breath and spoke clearly, “Mulder, you're everything to me…now I want everything from you.”
Mulder groaned and leaned in to brush his lips gently across hers, “Oh God, Scully... Should we go? I really don’t want to make love to you on a desk…”
Scully smiled against his lips, “How about…” she pulled her legs tighter and ground his solid cock against her core, “…you take me home and make love to me later…” She grinned widely as she saw the confusion and disappointment on Mulder’s face, “...but right now I’d really like you to just fuck me on your desk…”
Mulder almost growled as he bucked against her body but summoned up one last shred of self-control, “Oh fuck, Scully…are you sure?”
She groaned, “Mulder I want this, I want you. Don’t doubt me anymore, I’ve been yours for a long time."
At her words Mulder wrapped his arms around her waist and grabbed her ass, he lifted her towards him thrusting firmly against her core as he twisted and dropped her quickly onto his desk. His mouth collided with hers as he started to devour her, his tongue demanded entrance and then slid home, consuming her in a way she had always dreamed he would. Mulder quickly moved his hand to the bottom of her blouse and began to pull it from the confines of her skirt. He felt like the doors to the Promised Land had opened and he wanted in!
A noise distracted Scully and she looked up at the doorway and gasped, “Mulder, stop…”
“Like hell, Scully!” Mulder groaned as he lifted her blouse and ran his hand across her soft skin. “You’re mine now and I’m going to fu…”
“Fox…”
Mulder recognised the voice immediately and froze, “Fuuuuck...” he breathed into Scully's neck “…the door was open?”
He heard an exaggerated sigh from behind him, “I knew there must be some practical reason why you were keeping her around, Fox, although I didn’t realise you could be quite this indiscreet.”
Mulder felt Scully tense and he brushed his hand down her back as he turned to face Diana.
He stood in front of Scully, mostly to preserve her dignity, and gave Diana a hard look, “What did you just say?”
“Well come on, Fox. I never could figure out the appeal…but now I know how open she is to being flipped over your desk to give you a good time in the workplace, I’m starting to see why you’re so attached,” Diana smirked.
Mulder blindly reached behind him and let out a breath when he felt Scully slip her hand into his. “Diana, I’ve been trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, and because we have a history I’ve gone out of my way to be welcoming. But you’ve already driven I wedge between Scully and me, and if you think you can walk in here and talk about her like that you’re even crazier than I am.”
“Fox…”
“And cut the Fox crap…you pushed to call me that even though I told you a preferred Mulder. You pushed and I allowed it but it’s starting to feel like you wield it against Scully...as if you have some sort of power over me.”
He felt Scully squeeze his hand tighter and he realised that he’d hit a nerve.
“Let me make this clear to you, Diana, so there are absolutely no more misunderstandings...no one has or ever will be more important to me than Scully. Dana Scully is everything to me.”
Scully ran her hand up his arm and whispered, “It’s fine, Mulder…”
He looked back quickly and smiled before turning back to face a slightly ruffled looking Diana.
“I don’t know why you’re here, Diana, but I need for you to understand something. Dana and I will continue working with you and you will have our complete cooperation, but we are a united front. What you say to me you also say to her, and vice versa. We are solid, we are impenetrable, you cannot break us…there is absolutely nothing you can do to replace Scully at my side…you will have to come through me first and by that point, our history will count for nothing and I will destroy you.”
Mulder felt Scully stand behind him and step to his side, “Why are you still here, Diana?” she asked firmly.
Mulder looked down at Scully and smiled when he saw her smirk and raise an eyebrow. “That is a good point, why are you still here, Diana?”
Diana glared at them both, then without a word turned and left the office.
Mulder followed her to the door, locked it firmly and then turned to Scully with a smile, “Now, where were we?”
Scully had resumed her position on Mulder’s desk and grinned widely as she began to undo her blouse. “I hate to sound childish, Mulder, but you have no idea how much of a turn on that was…the things I want to do to you tonight…”
Mulder smirked as he slowly walked back towards his partner. “But Agent Scully, tonight…” he stepped between her legs “…is a long long way away,” he reached down and pushed her skirt up her legs before running his hand over the soaking wet crotch of her panties.
Scully dropped her face to his shoulder and with trembling hands began to undo his belt, “Fuck, Mulder, what the hell are you waiting for? A written invitation?”