From: "mezzosoprano" Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2002 23:39:29 -0000 Subject: Realisation, Reassurance and Damn Fine Mulderass by Mezzosoprano Source: direct Title: Realisation, Reassurance, and Damn Fine Mulderass Author: Mezzosoprano Email: mezzosoprano@blueyonder.co.uk Category: MSR Rating: R Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine. But you knew that, right?! They belong to CC, 1013 Productions, Fox Tv, and God knows who else. They also belong, in part, to David and Gillian. If they were mine, I wouldn't be living where I'm living and doing the job I'm doing. No infringement intended, and definitely no money being made. (Ask my bank manager, and all he'll tell you about is my nice fat overdraft.) Spoilers: Rush Summary: "So... what has mankind done to piss womankind off this week?" Realisation, Reassurance, and Damn Fine Mulderass by Mezzosoprano Scully's fingers danced over the car radio, changing the channels. First choice - country music. She shook her head slightly. Second choice - sports review. Not happy with this either. Third choice - rap. No, no, no. Fourth choice - competition to win autographed Star Trek memorabilia. Er... no. Sighing heavily, she proceeded to try each channel in turn in rapid progression. After the eighth choice, Mulder intervened. "Scully, you change that again, and I'll demote you to the back seat." Grumbling in defeat, she took her hand away. Mulder was delighted when the DJ started playing Elvis. "What's with you anyway?" he wanted to know. Glancing over, he saw she was royally pissed. "Nothing," she lied, and turned her head away to stare out of the window. "Yeah, right. And Elvis is alive and well and living in my fish tank." Another grumble, just loud enough for him to hear. "Just what did I do? Or what *didn't* I do?" "It's not you," came the reply. "Well, not you *per se*. Just... just men in general." "Oh lord, here we go..." "What was that?" Her head whipped round to face him. "Nothing," he lied. "So.. what has mankind done to piss womankind off this week?" Scully decided to overlook the sarcasm. "Why is it," she began, "that *men*-" she spat the word at him- "no matter how old they are, can still turn a young girl's head; yet, after a woman bypasses a certain age, they're not exciting anymore?" "Excuse me?!" Mulder could not believe his ears. "You know what I'm talking about," she insisted. Suddenly, the penny dropped. Unfortunately, Mulder chose the wrong reaction entirely. "Ah..." He said, in understanding. "Betty." Trying and failing to suppress the smirk, he turned away from her glare and focused his attention back on the road. "I mean it!" Scully exclaimed. "That *girl* nearly walked into a wall ogling you. Yet, I must have been 'a betty back in the day'?!" Her voice rose two octaves on the word 'day'. Unabashed, he continued to choose the wrong path. "Ah, I see. You're jealous." Uh-oh. "What?!" "Scully, I can't help it if I turn youg girls' heads. It's out of my control. What can I do?" He laughed. Bad move. Staring at him, for a moment or two, her mouth refused to work. Then- "Stop the car." "What?" "You heard me." Dutifully, he drew in to the side of the road. "I need some fresh air." Within seconds, the door was open, and she was out of the car. Watching in stunned amazement, he saw her stride purposefully into the field beside the highway. Then she stood, her back to the car. Swallowing, he exited the car also, and made his way towards her. "Scully..." he said, softly. She didn't turn. "I didn't mean to upset you, Scully. That was cruel. Sorry..." Still no response. He was concerned and puzzled now. Suddenly, he heard her breath hitch, and realised she was crying. "Scully...?" "It's.. I'm... I'm just being over sensitive." "I..." He was at a loss for what to say. "It's just... it's not just *young* girls' heads you turn, Mulder..." she whispered. Realisation was slowly dawning for him. Tentatively, he stepped forward amd slid his arms around her shoulders, drawing her to him. "What are you saying?" Staring straight ahead, she answered his question. "Is that how *you* see me, Mulder? As a 'betty back-in-the-day'?" She tipped her head back then, so she was looking up at him. "Cos I really hope that you see me as more than that." "Of course I do, Scully. You're my best friend." She considered this for a moment. "Is that it?" "I'm sorry?" "Is that it, Mulder? You see me as a friend, a co-worker, a fellow agent?" "Yeah. I thought... I thought that's how we see each other." "Oh..." Her face crumpled again. "Look Scully, I'm probably coming across as being really dense here, but I don't wanna interpret this wrongly. You're gonna have to be less cryptic." "Less cryp- Mulder... short of pushing you to the ground right now and riding you like a trampoline, how obvious do I have to be? Oh shit, that didn't come out right..." Realisation finally saw the light of day. He stared down into her eyes. "You really feel that way?" His voice was full of awe and wonder. "Yes." "You've hidden it all this time?" "For a while, yeah." She smiled, sheepishly. "My fault, really. Was kinda hoping you'd be psychic or something." "No, I'm not psychic, Scully. But we're both stupid." "What?" "You wanna know how I feel about you?" "Yeah..." He pulled her closer, tightly to him, and she felt the length of his bulging erection press into her lower back. "Oh God..." she hissed. "Mulder..." "This is what you do to me," he managed to get out. "This is how I feel about you. I've just been extremely successful in keeping it under wraps, so to speak." Savouring the contact for another few moments, she then decided she wanted to see his face properly, and turned in his arms. "So, what do we do now?" she asked. "Well, if my memory serves me correctly, it's something like this," he told her, and leaned down a little to kiss her gently. Feeling her eyes close, Scully gave in to the kiss, and was struck dumbfounded. About a minute later, they both came up for air. "Oh my God," she said, when she could find her voice again. "Exactly," he agreed. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she thrilled at the sensations it evoked. "And just for the record, you are *the* most beautifully attractive, hot, sexiest woman I have ever known." A shy grin at this. "Am I?" "Scully, you turn me on so much, it hurts. In the best way possible." Laughing nervously, she reached out for the bulge in the front of his trousers. "Well, I guess I'll have to to do something to make up for that, won't I?" He gulped as she she drew two fingers purposefully up the length of his swollen cock, then he took her hand. "Let's go, Scully." "Where to?" "Your place, my place.. the office, the car... I don't much care. If I don't have you naked and under me within the hour, I'm gonna go stark raving mad." "As long as I get to be on top, you've got a deal," she told him, an impish grin playing on her lips. His answer to that was to pick her up and sling her over his shoulder. "Why?" she asked, as she dangled. "You weren't moving quickly enough back to the car," he said matter-of-factly, as he strode back to the highway. She didn't complain, and for two reasons. Right there and then, she felt about sixteen years old again. And from the angle she was dangling at, she had a fantastic, uninterrupted view of damn, fine Mulderass. The End.