Date: Tue, 08 Jul 2003 17:57:59 -0400 Subject: "Professor Scully or Professor Mulder?" by Dare Source: direct Professor Scully or Professor Mulder? by Dare Rating: PG/PG-13 Category: SRH Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, attempted humor Spoilers: I sure hope that if you're reading this you've seen every episode. If not I forgive you, but you should know that Mulder & Scully have a baby together. Summary: Something that starts as simple flirting leads to much more in a random fanfic that kind of goes everywhere. Its fun though! Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. No infringement is intended. Author's note: In my world William is safe and sound with his mommy and daddy! (He just happens to be at grandma's at the moment.) Feedback: DareDreamer731@aol.com She doesn't even know I'm here. Hee hee hee. In a class of more than 100 students this couldn't be more perfect. She'll never see me mixed in the back. You see, I have this huge crush on my partner, and this is one of the few ways that I can stare at her and ogle without getting slapped. Granted I would rather be closer to her and not surrounded by a hundred other people but hey, you do what you can. Today she is wearing that magnificent three-quarter length skirt with the slit up the back. She is turned around facing the chalkboard, her perfect little figure taunting me as she reaches up to grab the overhead screen. I want to block the eyes of every other male in the room. "Scully," I sigh. Its less than a whisper, and no one around me notices. She turns back around irritated, and her white button-up shirt and black blazer settle back down on her chest. "Could someone taller come up here and assist me?" I don't even get to think about it before two healthy-looking gents take over. Scully smiles shyly, and only I can tell that she is embarrassed at how even in her three-inch heels she is not tall enough to reach the screen. God, she's cute. And with that insight I suddenly feel the need to own her. To show everyone in this class that I am more than just a student. But I don't move. I watch her as she regains control of the class. She is primed and poised. She talks about things that are way over my head, and I am reduced to simply staring and drooling, which is fine by me because that was my entire purpose for coming here. After completing her powerpoint presentation she pulls the screen so it lifts away. As she begins a new lecture I sigh and wonder why I can't know the things she does. My Scully is so smart. She's also gorgeous. Have I mentioned that yet? She repeats the question that she just asked and I feel like a bad student. (I'm not used to not knowing the answer. I was always the teacher's pet. God, wouldn't I *love* to be this teacher's pet!) Just then I realize that the weird guy next to me with the Hawaiian shirt has raised his hand, and everyone is looking towards us. I duck away and bend over to the other side of my desk, attempting to hide behind the person in front of me. Please do not let Scully see me, please do not let Scully see me...Weird- Hawaiian shirt-Guy answers the question without incident, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Everyone's attention is again focused on the delicious Dr. Scully, and I am again in heaven. You'll never believe who's in my 2:00 class today. Ever since the baby I have been teaching more often and spending less time on the X-Files. Well I guess my partner misses me, because he is sitting in my class right now. I don't think he wants to be seen either. He tried to duck behind some girl when that strange Hawaiian shirt-guy answered a question. Too bad I knew he was here from the minute I walked into the room. Its something of a sixth sense with us, because I can feel when he is near. He of all people should know this and understand that he could not go undetected. I really want to single him out and embarrass him since, of course, he doesn't know the material, but I am not that mean. I know what always having the answers means to him. Mulder was always a good student. I wish I could have him in my class as the teacher's pet. Mmm, Mulder as my pet... I wonder why he's here anyway? Could it be an X-File that he needs my help with? He would most likely have interrupted my class for that. Hmm...maybe I can steal a look at him and see if he notices. I chance a glimpse, and he is stricken that I look directly at him. I try to communicate without interrupting my speech. (Do you know how difficult it is to give a lecture with thoughts of Mulder on the brain? Or better yet with him sitting right there!) I ask with my eyes, ::Mulder, what?:: God what is that look on his face? Terror? Embarrassment? What? And then very subtly he motions downward with his eyes. I follow, looking down at my shirt and holy shit! The button on my shirt that is supposed to close right over my chest is WIDE open. I quickly turn to the chalkboard and begin writing the first thing I can think of that somewhat relates to what I'm saying. With my other hand I discretely close the button overlapping my bra. I also button a few more buttons on my blazer for good measure. I turn back around and most people are facing down taking notes. I'm sure that a few caught a glimpse of my little show, but at least Mulder got my attention when he did. I look back up at him, and now what is this I see? He looks red hot, and is that sweat dripping down his face? It is only then that I notice his hands gripping the edge of the desk and the massive bulge in his pants. Oh my lord. Scully is still talking and doesn't notice what I do. A very critical button on her blouse is popping open and is about to come undone. Oh those beautiful breasts...not now. It is almost as if I'm watching the scene play out in slow motion. Scully lifts her arm to brush a strand of hair behind her ear and whalah! She is fully exposed. Well not really, but I am having a heart attack. God she is to die for! I can feel the strain increasing against my jeans. Scully look down, please look down. As if trying to completely disobey me, she instead looks up -- directly at me! Did she know I was here? She doesn't seem surprised. Now I'm really freaking out. I stare, my eyes locked with hers, completely stunned. She signals to me with her eyes as if to say "what?" I suddenly can't even blink. Once I regain some sort of composure, I slowly glance down Scully's shirt. I think she gets it, because she follows my gaze down to her blouse and then quickly turns around. Nice save Scully. And then there's that beautiful ass and those nicely toned calves staring at me again, just urging me to come in my pants. I almost groan. What is it about this classroom setting that is turning me on? I worked with Scully every day for so many years and I could always control my sexual desires. She turns back around then, fully covered and relaxed. She looks back up at me, still trying to figure out what's going on, and then she sees It. Oh no. Oh my, yes. Could Mulder possibly have a hard-on for me? Is he TRYING to make me screw up in front of my whole class? Now this is starting to piss me off. What the hell is he doing here?! Oh but the image of his cock straining against his pants... For me! Or is it? Damn it. I have to put an end to this. I have to know. I take about 3 more minutes to wrap up my point and then: "We'll finish up with chapter 8 next class. I have a meeting today so we are going to end early. Thanks everyone." I don't have to repeat myself. Everyone is out of their chairs before I even finish. I then add, "I also need to see a, Fox Mulder? after class. Thank you." I can't suppress my grin so I turn around and start to erase the nonsense that I had written on the chalkboard. As the last of the students file out I expect Mulder to come up behind me and explain himself. Instead the classroom fills with silence, and I can't keep pretending to erase the chalkboard. I turn around to find Mulder still sitting in his same seat. "Mulder?" He grins. "I'd prefer it if you called me Fox or Mr. Mulder while we're in class Dr. Scully." Is he seriously trying to play this game? "Very well, Fox." I know he's upset that I didn't choose the latter. "What are you doing in my class? I mean you're not on my roster." He stands up then, previous bulge still shining through. "Oh yes, I'm very sorry about that Dr. Scully. My papers are still being processed." "Well until that happens I'm afraid I can't allow you to sit in on my class. You can, however, get the notes from someone else if you would like." He starts to move down the wide steps toward me. "Ah, but you see there are two downsides to that." He keeps moving forward slowly. "And what are they, Mul...Mr. Mulder?" He was about 6 steps away, apparently now unashamed of his obvious erection. "Well for one, I have no idea what all you smart-asses are talking about," he rolls his eyes for effect as he comes to stand directly in front of me, "and secondly, I find that the best part of this course, the part that I don't want to miss out on, is the fact that I get to stare at your ass every time you write on that damned chalkboard, and it seems that on occasion in this class your shirt comes undone." I can do nothing but stand there and attempt to breathe. Did he really just say all that? "Mulder." "Yes, Scully?" "I don't want to be your teacher anymore." "Why not, Scully?" "Because its illegal for professors to be involved with their students." And with that I push up against him, slamming my mouth into his inviting tongue. As we explore each other's mouths in a deep and sensuous kiss, I am only remotely aware of our surroundings. I try to make contact with his heat, and when it is obvious that I am struggling, Mulder picks me up and pushes me against a desk. I unzip my skirt and let him push it up to my waist. "We shouldn't do this here." I hear myself say the words, but I continue to grind my hips against him. "Muullder!" I groan. "Scully." It is a sharp intake caused by me sucking the base of his neck. I reach for the buttons of his jeans, and it is now that he decides to grow a conscience. He stops me. "Wait Scully." We look into each other's eyes, all the while panting like dogs. "You're right. We can't do this here." "My place -- now," I say as I jump up and rearrange my skirt. "Scully?" He stands in front of me and takes hold of my hands. "Are you sure?" "Mulder...yes! Damn it, I have wanted you for so long! I have wanted to do this for so long." I kiss him sweetly on his knuckles for reassurance. He returns the gesture by placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Whatever you say, Scully." I ignore him and practically drag him out of the room. We get to my parking spot in the garage and I realize that we might have to separate. "Mulder, did you drive here?" His hands will not leave my waist, and I can't tell you how reassuring it is. "Yes, but I am not leaving you for a second, Scully. We'll get my car later." He snatches the keys from my hand, wraps his arm around the back of my neck, and kisses me deeply. "Mmm...Mulder." I am suddenly so light headed that I can't stand up by myself. Mulder catches me, and I want to cry. How did I go for so long without his touch? (I mean besides the one that he puts on my back every once in a while.) She is hanging lifelessly in my arms, staring up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I could cry. She is the most beautiful creature on this planet, and at this moment she is holding onto me for dear life. I hold her steadily as I reach around to unlock the car door. I set Scully down on the seat and squat in front of her. My hands are resting on her hips, and her arms are still wrapped tightly around my neck. I look deeply into her eyes and they start to water. "Oh, Scully. Its ok. Everything is ok now." She reaches for me to come closer, and I bury my head into her neck. "Mulder, why did we wait so long? And why did it take you coming to my class for it to happen?" "People do crazy things..." I don't finish that sentence, but I have a feeling she knows what I mean. "Can we go home now?" "Yes." I smile at her and offer a soft kiss. She crawls over to the passenger seat, and I hop in. As I start the car, I look over at the woman I love, and I see that she is examining me. "Does this feel weird to you, Scully?" "No, Mulder. It feels so right." On the drive home I do not want to take my eyes off of her, and I almost kill us in the process. This could be dangerous... I am loving the fact that Mulder keeps looking at me with those intense eyes, but it is also making me nervous. "Mulder, will you please watch the road?" As soon as the words come out of my mouth I want to take them back. I can't stand this! Aren't we there yet? Too bad, my mouth is hungry. I unbuckle my seatbelt, knowing that I am breaking every car safety rule I ever set for Mulder, and scoot closer to him. I reach my hand across his chest and my mouth dives into his neck providing soft, wet kisses. "Uh, Scully? I thought you wanted me to pay attention to the road?" "I know, but I just can't not touch you right now." I continue to plant kisses all over his neck and the right side of his face. He's starting to get ticklish now, but I am enjoying this childlike sign of affection that he is letting me offer. "Mulder, you taste like chocolate." "Mmm...Scully, your mouth is amazing, really... its just that I'm really trying hard to concentrate on driving right now and..." I grind the palm of my hand against the impressive bulge in his lap, and he practically jumps out of the seat. "Scully! That is not funny. You are going to get us killed!" It is then that I crawl back over to my side of the car and reassemble my seatbelt. When I look back over at him with a wry grin I see that he wishes he could take back his own words, as I did. Oh, we are in SO much trouble! We finally reach my apartment without incident, and Mulder turns off the ignition, not daring to look at me. "Scully..." he croaks as his eyes slowly close. "Are you SURE?" Is he kidding? I mean does that brilliant mind of his honestly not understand? "Mulder, look at me." His eyes are soft but serious. I want to tell him right now and just put everything out on the table. But its not the right place. "Come inside." He nods and opens the car door. We walk rather slowly into the building, Scully of course leading the way. As we enter the elevator I move to stand closer to her. She is looking up at me in such a way. I would give anything to know what is on her mind. "Mulder, this is silly." What did I miss? Then I see her eyes start to glaze and turn wickedly blue. "I want you. I KNOW you want me. So WHAT is the problem here?" "I don't want to rush you, Scully," I say as she starts to corner me into the back of the elevator. "I think you're confused, Mulder..." Yes. I am. Please explain. "I'm rushing YOU!" Her hands are all over my chest now and I can see she's trying to break the height barrier by wrapping her little fingers around my neck. All of a sudden she pulls me down and my mouth is filled with Scully's, her tongue violently weaving in and out. "Mmm, Scully..." I manage between breaths. "You taste...so good." Just then the elevator dings and the next thing I know she is walking backwards dragging me out of it. She turns and sprints down the hallway with me following behind completely dumbfounded. Scully unlocks the door and before I know it her jacket is on the floor and she is ripping off her shirt. I realize I should probably shut the door behind us, but she seems to be unfazed when I do. How did this happen? "You think you can just show up in my class..." Oh yeah, now I remember. "...just to watch me, start the best make-out session of my life, and then just sit down to talk about it? I DON'T think so!" All the while she is lecturing me, my shirt and pants are being strategically undone. "I'm sorry Professor Scully," I say humorously. She doesn't laugh. Instead she slams me agains the wall with her "petite" body and tackles my lips again. I can't even describe how wonderful kissing Scully is. I don't ever want to stop kissing her, but she has to know why I am being so hesitant. "Scully, you are amazing." I pull back and take her face in my hands. "But I need to tell you one thing." At that she transforms out of "seductive-vixen" mode and into "tell-me- everything-I-want-to-hear-Mulder" mode. "Scully, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I wouldn't risk what we have if I didn't know for sure that it is so right. You and William mean everything to me." It is now that my eyes begin to tear. "I love you, Scully." She just stands there in my arms grinning like she just won the lottery, and all I want is to take a picture. Then she is hugging me with all her might, and I can't help but grin with her. "Ok, maybe that was more like five things." "Mulder, I just have to say one thing, too." I wait to hear her repeat those three words back to me, but instead she says, "You are the sexiest, sweetest, most-charming man. I don't know that I've ever met anyone more brilliant." Ok. Or you could go that way, agent. "And I love you, too." It is just now that I realize how funny this situation is. I am standing here in my boxers with my pants down around my ankles, and Scully is topless. We are so crazy! Why are we not doing it yet? "You just read my mind, Mulder," she growls. This time Scully goes all out, planting kisses on my ears, my neck, and my cheeks. It takes us about 2.2 seconds to finish stripping and make it to her bed. What happens in the next few hours is something that I never want to forget. Luckily, two months later Scully made it so that I'll never have that problem. She said yes. Scully is my wife. And now the only problem we have is deciding what to call her: Professor Scully?... or Professor Mulder? Yes, I realize that there are going to be a lot of unhappy people after an ending like that. I hate to build it up and then end with fluff, but sorry -- I can't write smut! If someone would like to complete what happened that night I would love it. Thanks for reading!