From: "Angela Ward" <tapw63@hotmail.com>
Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2005 09:43:11 -0600
Subject: New Fanfic: "Old Habits"
Source: direct

Title: "Old Habits"
Author: Angela W.
Category: MSR (Mulder/Scully married)
Rating: NC-17
Timespan/Spoilers: This is part of my "married" series, which diverged from
the "real" XF universe about midway through season seven. Assume everything
up through "Closure" has happened, but that Mulder was never abducted and
the conception of their child(ren) was different from the way it was
depicted in late season seven and beyond. Minor spoiler for "Arcadia". In my
series, this comes after "The Numbers File."
Summary: Mulder indulges in on of his old habits. What's Scully's reaction?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. The characters of Mulder and Scully are
the property of Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.


FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder opened the door to his home in suburban
Maryland. It was nearly nine, so he assumed his children -- four-year-old
Melissa and one-year-old William -- would already be asleep. Although he
loved his children, that was great for his intended purposes.

"Hi, honey," his wife, Dana Scully, said with a smile as soon as he walked
in. "Rough day at work? The kids are asleep and I was about to watch an
episode of "M*A*S*H" from the DVD set you got me for my birthday; I'm glad
you're here to watch it with me. Do you want something to eat first?"

The greeting was, Mulder knew, better than many husbands received when they
walked in the door at night. There was no litany of complaints about his
late hours or his wife's rough day; instead there was honest happiness to
see him, an inquiry as to how his day had gone and an offer of food. It was
a damned sight better than the way he remembered his own mother greeting his
father during the evenings of his childhood, even before his sister had
disappeared and the family had fallen apart. Nonetheless, pleasant domestic
chitchat wasn't what he was in the mood for tonight.

Rather than responding verbally to Scully's greeting, he walked over to
where she was standing in the alcove that separated the living room from the
dining area and kissed her. Not a chaste little "hello" peck on the cheek --
or even on the lips -- but a long, deep, openmouthed kiss that he kept up
until they were both breathless, made while his hands were planted firmly on
her still-spectacular ass.

"Wow, Mulder, what brought that on?"

"Do I have to have a reason to kiss you? I thought being married was reason
enough. To answer your earlier question: I'm hungry, but not for food. Come
on, let's go to bed."

"Whoa, wait a minute, this is a little bit unexpected. I want to make sure
I'm not dealing with the Alien Bounty Hunter or Eddie Van Blundht here."

"It's *unexpected* for me to want to make love with you? Come on, Dana, I
realize I've slowed down slightly from the pace of our honeymoon days, but
this is hardly a bizarre phenomenon that can only be explained by assuming
I'm somebody other than myself."

"It's a little bit unexpected for you to come home desperately horny on a
Tuesday evening, when we just made love on Sunday afternoon while the
children were napping, yes," she replied. "If you just got in from a
week-long business trip this wouldn't be unusual behavior."

"Okay, you want me to tell you a couple of intimate secrets that only you
and the real Fox Mulder could possibly know? Fine. Despite the fact that
everybody at the bureau seemed to believe we'd been lovers from the first
few months of our partnership onwards, we actually didn't consummate our
relationship until our wedding night. . .but we had sex three times then;
the first time in the missionary position, the second time with you on top,
the third time in the shower. You've given me a through, complete blow job
only five times in our six years of marriage because, while you don't have a
problem taking my cock in your mouth as part of our foreplay, you're pretty
squeamish about having me come like that. And the five times it's happened,
you've spit, not swallowed. If William had been a girl, rather than a boy,
the name we'd chosen was Katherine Rose."

"Okay, okay," Scully said with a small laugh, "you're obviously the real
you. And, honestly, Fox, I don't object to the idea of us making love. I'd
just like to know what put you in the mood to this extent. I mean there must
have been a song you heard on the radio on the way home that reminded you of
me or. . .something."

Mulder sighed. As much as he wanted to make love with his beautiful wife, he
wasn't going to put their entire relationship at risk for a single night of
scorching sex. Once he told her the truth, he'd probably be sleeping on the
couch.

"Okay," he said. "You know I don't seek out porn any more, right? I don't go
looking for it. But sometimes, especially on the internet, it can be hard to
avoid."

"You came across a porn site and it turned you on?"

"It was an e-mail, actually," he said. "I hadn't had a chance to check my
e-mail at the office all day. So I booted up the program right before I was
leaving, just so I wouldn't miss any important information that I might need
first thing tomorrow morning. I've got a spam filter, of course, but some
stuff still gets through. And I always check, because you never know. I
mean, back when we were working the X-Files together, some of our best leads
came through anonymous e-mails."

"Sure, I remember that. So you opened up an e-mail from an anonymous sender
and. . ."

"And it had a message that said "I thought you might be interested in this"
and a link to a website. I thought it might be -- hell, I don't know,
pictures of alien interrogations or something -- so I clicked on the link.
But it was a link to a porn site with a video feed."

"I'm taking it you didn't click off the instant you realized that it wasn't
anything related to your work as a profiler or your interest in the
possibility of extra-terrestrial life?"

"No," Mulder said. "I realize I probably should have, but it was late, I was
tired and. . .they looked like us, Dana. In fact, for a startled moment, I
was scared that it was some sort of surveillance footage shot in our
bedroom. That was my excuse for watching beyond the first fifteen seconds.
It soon became apparent that it wasn't us; they were younger, for one thing,
probably only in their 20s. And the man was, quite frankly, better equipped
than I am."

"Probably some sort of video manipulation," Scully said.

"I wasn't really looking at the guy, anyway," Mulder continued, "other than
to register that he had dark hair, a lanky build and the usual porn star
attribute. The woman was a petite redhead, though, with a really spectacular
ass and vivid blue eyes. It's not like she could have been your twin; she
had those enormous breasts that porn star women always seem to have, not
perky medium-sized ones like you do. And her mouth was a different shape.
But the overall effect was pretty similar to watching ourselves in the
mirror. So, yeah, I sat there and watched the whole five-minute feed. I only
clicked off when a pop-up requested my credit card number to continue."

"What were they doing?"

"Dana, I'm not sure,"

"Come on, Fox, you've shared this much. You might as well go into the
details."

"First it was her on top, moaning and groaning and with the camera zooming
in on her twitching an ass that was almost as magnificent as yours. Then,
after she did one of those fakey porn climaxes, they switched positions.
Standard missionary this time around, but more moaning and groaning and her
telling him how huge he was and begging him to give it to her harder; which
he did and which they showed in extreme close-up."

"Then?"

"Then it ended, Dana. I was left with an enormous hard-on and a guilty
conscience."

"Why a guilty conscience?"

"Because I know how you feel about porn."

"If you 'know' how I feel about porn, Fox, then you know I don't think it's
appropriate to have in a house where children live. And you know I'd be hurt
and insulted if you made a habit of seeking it out. But, as you said, it's
pretty difficult to completely avoid it in 21st century America. I also
*know* that men are visual; they're turned on by what they see."

"So you're not mad?"

"Why should I be? You didn't go looking for it."

"No, but I didn't exactly break my neck getting it turned off, either."

Scully shrugged. "Okay, so maybe you should mention that the next time you
go to confession. But your immediate concern -- that it might possibly be
video surveillance from our bedroom -- isn't exactly an outlandish paranoid
excuse. We found audio bugs in both your apartment and our old basement
office at various times during the years we worked the X-Files together.
I've kind of been assuming we're less of a threat to -- well, whoever it was
that felt threatened by us; the Consortium, I guess -- now that we're
married and off the X-Files. Still, I'm glad you made absolutely sure that
it was just a couple of actors who bore a vague resemblance to our younger
selves."

"I was absolutely sure of that within thirty seconds, Dana. That leaves
four-and-a-half minutes of dirty-movie-watching that I indulged in for no
other reason than purient interest."

"Fox, is this going to be one of those relatively minor incidents that you
beat yourself up endlessly over? Because it's not worth it. If you were
deliberately going to porn sites and spending an hour or more at them on a
regular basis. . .then, yes, I'd be angry. But five minutes, once in five
years, when you just sort of stumbled across it? I appreciate you telling me
the truth as to what got you so turned-on, and I certainly hope you deleted
that damned e-mail, but don't go on a guilt trip over it."

"Okay. Uh, Dana?"

"Yeah?"

"That still leaves the original, er, situation."

"Meaning that you're horny?"

"Extremely so."

"Okay. Kiss me again like you did when you first came in."

Mulder once again planted a deep, open-mouthed kiss on his wife's lips,
while kneading and groping her bottom. This time Scully reacted not with the
bewildered affection she'd had for the first kiss, but with a passion that
matched his.

"I believe you said something about bed," she murmured when they came up for
air.

"Only because I'm worried I'll be so loud that, if we were making love in
the living room, we might awaken the kids. Otherwise I'd ravish you right
here."

They scampered up the stairs holding hands. When they reached the
second-story hallway that led to their bedroom, Mulder swung her up in his
arms and carried her the rest of the way, kicking the door of their bedroom
shut as soon as they'd entered.

"Caveman," Scully murmured, squeezing his biceps.

"Complaints already?"

"That wasn't a complaint, Mulder, that was a compliment. Do you want me to
strip for you or did you want to undress me yourself?"

"Strip for me," Mulder replied. "Just let me get my own clothes off first."
He practically tore his clothes off, taking time only to carefully unload
his gun and place it in the locked box on the top shelf of his closet.

Scully went slower. Much slower. Humming and bumping and grinding and
smiling at her husband. He'd seen professional strippers who put on a less
erotic show.

"You know, Fox, most men over 40 can't achieve a full erection just from
visual stimulation," she said while eyeing his rigid cock. "Generally, they
need to actually be stroked or sucked to get completely up."

"Most men don't have you to inspire them."

"I believe you said I'm supposed to be on top first," Scully said, moving
toward the bed and climbing up on all fours so that she was straddling her
husband.

"Dana, I don't expect us to act out that damned porn video!"

"That's not what you want?"

"Well, I. . .I mean, I guess we *could*. But only if you want to."

"Why not? It wasn't like you were describing something kinky, or even
particularly exotic. Just normal sexual intercourse in a couple of standard
positions. Of course, my breasts are standard, too, not the deluxe models
most movie stars seem to have."

"I love your breasts," Mulder said, tweaking one with his thumb and
forefinger and teasing the other with the tip of his tongue. "Granted,
they're not huge, but they're incredibly responsive." He grinned as her
nipples responded to his attentions by tightening into taunt peaks.

"Besides," he continued, sliding his hands slowly down her back and closing
them around the curves of her bottom, "that's never been my favorite part of
a woman's anatomy, anyway."

"I've noticed, Mulder. It didn't take me more than six months to figure out
that the reason you always had me precede you through doors and up stairways
wasn't totally because of your chivalrous instincts."

Scully positioned herself above her husband's engorged cock and slowly slid
down until his balls were bumping softly against her ass. Then she began to
rotate her bottom in lazy figure eights while she moaned softly his ear.

"Just tell me what to do" she whispered.

Mulder's wouldn't have thought he could get any harder, but he stiffened a
bit more at her suggestion. While he and Scully weren't into any kind of
domination/submission sex games, she knew he occasionally liked to take on
the role of "teacher" in their lovemaking. . .and she trusted him enough to
freely offer to follow his instructions, secure in the knowledge he wouldn't
ask her to do anything she'd previously expresed an aversion to. He could
just see their reflection in the mirrored closet doors of their bedroom and
he felt like he was both directing, and starring in, a porn video of his
own.

"Sit up a bit more, so I can play with your breasts more," he said. Scully
complied and he gave each breast a full, lavish treatment, first with his
hands then with his mouth. "Now stretch out so that you're lying flat on top
of me," he continued.

Scully followed his instructions, scooting down so that her sensitized
breasts were now brushing against the wiry hair on his chest. He closed his
hands around the rounded cheeks of her ass and held her still. While she was
still on top, he now controlled the speed and depth of penetration, flexing
and relaxing his hips to drive more deeply into her and then slowly pull
almost all the way out. After several minutes of this form of lovemaking,
Scully came with a low moan, her internal muscles pulsating around his cock.

As soon as the last of her tremors died away, Mulder flipped them so that he
was now on top. He plunged in and out of her repeatedly. He'd noticed that
one advantage of getting older was that, while he might need a longer
recovery period between the time he ejaculated and when he could next get
another erection, he tended to stay harder for a longer time before he
climaxed. He'd never had a particular problelm with premature ejaculation,
but there had been one or two episodes early in their marriage when the
party had ended a bit sooner than he would have liked. Now he could last
practically all night. . .certainly long enough to bring his wife to another
climax.

"Oh, yeah, Fox," Scully moaned. "Yeah, just like that lover. Oh, God, you're
soooo good! I love you so much."

"I. Love. You. Too. Dana," he replied, thrusting into her with each word.
She came a second time as he whispered her name and, this time, he joined
her.

When the world stopped spinning, Mulder spooned Scully close to him and
whispered, "Hey, Scully, you know what?"

"What?" she murmured, already half asleep.

"We never did make that honeymoon video we talked about when were being the
Petries."

"In your dreams, Mulder," she muttered.


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