From: Jewel3712 Date sent: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 13:21:49 EST Torturing Mulder, Scully Style(1/1) Please archive at ALL archives!! Disclaimer: The same garbage ~ don't own'em, never will (if we DID own them, the X-Files would turn into the Sex-Files). We're just playing with them and will return them in original condition (Well, maybe except for a torn underwear). We don't own the Spice Girls' song 'Last Time Lover', no infrigment is intended. The two of us aren't exactly rich enough to be sued, so don't bother (I have 75 cents, if you want it)! Title - Torturing Mulder, Scully Style (1/1) Author - Empress of Light, and CCII E-Mail address - XFiler8263@aol.com and XFiles Rox@aol.com Rating -PG Category -SV-HA Spoilers - Bad Blood Keywords -Mulder/Scully UST (USSSSSST) Summary - Depicts a few *interesting* scenes after their Dallas case. (UST lovers, com'ere!!!) Author's notes: EoL: This was a creative, cooperative idea which was born after we both watched Bad Blood. If you have not seen Bad Blood, I recommend that you either see it or go to the official website [http://www.thex-files.com] and have a look. In this case, one must actually know the story line of Bad Blood before they can understand the story. Hmmm, looks like Scully is finally paying Mulder back for bossing her around and uttering shocking innuendoes. Go Scully!!! ~ XFiler8263@aol.com CCII: Hi, a little note from the co-author here. Mind you, this is the first fan-fic work the two of us had archived, so go easy on us!!! We took turns writing this so you might notice that some situations are described a little differently than others. All comments are REALLLY appreciated at the above email addresses. Flames will be flamed back and *worse* because there are TWO of us! Adios, people! ~ XFiles Rox@aol.com Now, on with the story~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FBI Headquarters J. Edgar Hoover Building, Washington D.C. 5:53 PM "That's....essentially - exactly the way it happened." Mulder said slowly, as if all his words were going through a filter in his brain Scully nodded thoughtfully, "....Essentially...." Skinner wasn't sure, but he thought he saw the corners of her mouth quirk upward. Skinner glanced uneasily from Mulder, to Scully, then back at Mulder. The assistant director was already quite sure that the two of them were hiding something. Skinner gazed from his papers to Mulder - and his suspicion was confirmed: his star agent definitely looked like the cat that had swallowed several canaries. But since this Dallas case was quite inconclusive, he decided to let it pass. "Except the part about the buck teeth." Mulder added quickly. Skinner caught Scully pinning Mulder with a dirty look. His slight sheepish expression in return almost made the AD feel left out of the inside joke. Almost. Straightening the pile of paperwork, Skinner stood up and signaled for the two agents to leave. AD Skinner sat down at his desk. Sometimes, just sometimes, he could have sworn that his two favorite agents were either A: in love B: in love and hiding it or C: both had a quirky sense of humor and had decided to keep it along with the evidence for some of the cases which simply didn't make sense. But, unfortunately, that's what happens when you have two agents in the X- Files division. But then, a cagey demeanour hasn't always helped. ********** Back in the office, Scully sat down at her desk and felt a mixture of emotions. She felt bad for not "telling the truth according to her" and yet she felt a sense of smugness for confusing Skinner. She glanced at Mulder, who was, incidentally, scribbling on some piece of paper, and then subsequently tossing it into a mutilated garbage can. The garbage can he had mutilated. When he was in one of his fits of anger over the last case. As she watched him, she noticed a weird smile cross his lips. "Mulder, what's that all about?" No answer. Mulder continued to write, but he obviously had difficulty controlling his "porcelain mask" and began laughing uncontrollably. Geez, just the way he had laughed when he had threw himself down on my bed, Scully thought. Right, he had lain down on her bed, and then proceeded to laugh like a lunatic. With the massaging action of the bed, it had looked as though he was re-living some erotic fantasy. Great. And her, Dana Scully, had gotten partnered up with some weird guy who believed in the paranormal, and who was into porno. Life must be like that, but for now . . . Mulder's words cut into her as though Scully had been in another world. "Scully, you saw the look on his face, no? He didn't have any idea where we were coming from. It was so funny . . . " Fox Mulder continued to laugh, as though he was some kind of southern guy who had too much to drink. Some Southern guy....Hooh boy! "Mulder, " Scully replied, as she tried desperately to smother a giggle, "Mulder, you know, I don't know what we would have done if someone else was the AD. As it was, we still don't know if we're going to be sued because of what you did to that kid . . ." Dang!!! It wasn't working. Scully had tried to suppress her humor, but sometimes fate deals a deadly hand. She began to laugh as she spoke, and ended up with her head in her hands. Mulder knew it. "You know Scully, I think we both need a break from this. I'm going to get . . ." he began to laugh again. Another attempt. "Some coffee." Scully watched as her partner practically rolled out the door with laughter. Some case. She buried her head in her hands as another fit of giggles washed over her. She was still laughing when he came rolling back with two mugs. "You know, Mulder, I really shouldn't hold that mug in my condition." She suppressed the laughter that just about overflowed her mouth. " I might create a stain!!" All of a sudden, Mulder stopped laughing, "Scully, you're forgetting, you've already created a stain." He leered, leaning a little closer, taking up all of Scully's view. "Huh?" She looked at him, confused. "What stain? My clothes are clean." Mulder's 6'1 frame seemed to tower over her. In a chillingly soft voice, he whispered, "I'm not talking about your clothes, Scully." He let the 'sss' roll of his tongue like a sinful name. Scully felt a strange shiver travel from her earlobe, all the way up her neck, and all the way down her spine. The characteristically cool, calm, rational Scully melted away. Although she had no idea what sick joke he had just created, she felt compelled to answer him, his eyes darkening from green to chocolate brown, daring her to say something. She opened her mouth, willing for her snappish mind to come up with a witty answer when what he had said suddenly dawned into her. Oh Lord. She felt her face heat up, instantly aware that he was still standing there, smoldering gaze set on her. And that was when 'Warrior Scully' kicked in. She had learned from a very young age that fighting back was the only way to go. "Oh really...?" Scully purred, leaning a little closer, just allowing her two-inch pumps to dangle off her toe. "Well, I sure hope you did your laundry, Mmmulder....I'd really hate to let the janitor see a wet spot on your chair." Mulder looked so shocked that Scully had, for once, responded to his taunting that he was momentarily at a loss for words. Involuntarily, he looked down at his pants, and then realized that he wasn't supposed to be looking 'there'. Too late. Scully had already seen, and uh- oh, had just happened to break into another fit of laughter. She sat there, the mug in front of her, with her head buried in her hands, laughing. Mulder watched her face turn from pink to red. Then, to his great surprise, she looked down too. Mulder looked down. As they looked back up, somehow, everything had happened simultaneously, and their eyes met. Mulder looked at Scully. Instantly, she looked him up and down, and began laughing for the third time or so. Mulder felt extremely enigmatic. She had looked him up and down and then started to laugh. Scully could barely control herself. "Hmm, Mulder," she said, emphasizing the 'm', "some stain, you know." It suddenly occurred to Mulder that something had happened. "Umm, Scully, to the best ability of my photographic memory, I believe my words stated that the stain was your doing," he said sheepishly, trying his best to conceal his already corrupt feelings. Scully looked up at him. Her face was beet red and small tears were streaming from her eyes from laughing so hard. "Sure, Mulder. The stain was my doing, but its still your stain." Damn!! She was playing up to him! Scully looked at Mulder directly in the eyes, and began to twirl a beautiful strand of auburn hair which made him think of . . . Oops!! Another stain! Up until this time, Mulder had thought he was the king of innuendoes, but then something had gotten into Scully and she was beating him at his own game. Mulder, now embarrassed, sat back a little in his chair and was determined to win this staring war between him and Scully. Right. If he couldn't win the innuendo game, then he must win the staring game. Sometimes, fate deals a cruel trump card. Their eyes met, and Mulder could make out Scully mouthing "some stain". She was giving him this 'oh I'm so gorgeous' look, and his face was burning hotter and hotter, when he felt his eyes water from the strain of looking into her beautiful, heart-shaped face . . . Before he could look away, Scully turned on the radio, which was playing 'Last Time Lover'. "You know Mulder, I think the coffee is calling me, of course before I fall asleep. But I don't think you're gonna fall asleep anytime soon." She gave him one more look and then began to drink her coffee in a most unsuitable fashion, slurping it with her tongue. Fox Mulder had never broken into such a sweat before. The radio was chanting 'do you think I'm really cool and sexy, do you really wanna get with me?' Oops. Wrong thing to say when Scully was so obviously trying to French kiss her coffee mug. Mulder felt his pants, um, contract. He swallowed hard, realizing that he was being shot down in flames at his own game. "Uhhhh...Scully." Mulder felt as though there were ten frogs leaping in his throat. "Yeeeeessss?" She drawled, purposely licking the side of the mug where a bit of coffee had dripped out. "Ummm...." Anything that Mulder was meaning to say went clean out the (closed) window. He was now officially thinking with his underwear. That is, if he was wearing one. "Oooh." Scully teased, " I have this sudden urge to get up and....." She stood up purposely, knowing that her navy blue outfit was wrinkling in all the right places, and began walking out of the office. "A-and...what?" Mulder asked, having more and more difficulty breathing. Where were some sunflower seeds to relieve tension when you needed them?!!"Wh-where are you going?" Mulder felt slightly disappointed yet relieved at the same time. Scully winked, "You'll see. Keep the reservoir in check!" She grinned with self- satisfaction and smirked all the way out of the room. Mulder sat there with her jaws hanging onto the floor. That was Scully talking??? Scully???? Since when did Scully talk like that???!!!!! Mulder forced himself to breath evenly now that his hypnotizing partner was out of sight. In. Out. In. Out. (hey, this wasn't too bad, I'm starting to get the hang of this!!) In. Out. Out. Out. WOAH. UP. It seemed like Mulder's relief was short lived. Scully came back well- armed to the teeth. In fact, she had just sealed his fate. She came back carrying a popscicle stick. Very slowly, she began unwrapping the frozen treat. Then, with an uncaring flick of the hand, she tossed the piece of paper, having it land right inside Mulder's mutilated garbage can. She gave Mulder a long, seductive glance, who, apparently, seemed to be in mild shock, " I have such good aim, don't you think? I hope yoooou have good aim too...." With that, she gave the revello stick a slow, sensuous lick. By now, Mulder as in some sort of a seizure. Another lick. Mulder's Adam's apple bobbed precariously. She, very, very, tactfully managed to slide off a slice of chocolate from the popscicle. With a satisfying crunch, she bit into it. Then, she covered her entire mouth over the chocolate topped vanilla popsicle and sucked hard. A drop of vanilla rolled off the stick and onto her finger. Taking leisure time, she slowly let it drip into her mouth. Scully pretended to be oblivious of the effects she had on Mulder. By now, Mulder's eyes nearly fell off their sockets. If he didn't say something soon, he would probably explode. Uh, literally. This was definitely torture. Scully style. Uhhh, gulp. Mulder swallowed hard, and that caused Scully to cast a sensual glance in his direction. Her eyes darted to the side of her head and narrowed, as she took another long lick and pasted a self-satisfied smile on her face. Mulder couldn't help but look. Gulp. Swallow *Yikes . . . Oh sh*t, she's looking at me.* Mulder would have gladly looked away if it had been any other woman, but this, fortunately, or perhaps, unfortunately, was Scully. The over head lights cast a red halo around her head, which added, unfortunately for Mulder, to the enticing effect. Scully cast another glance at Mulder as she gave another unhesitant lick at her popsicle. Mulder tried to manage a few words, but they seemed to be stuck somewhere in his throat. *Oooh, wicked, wicked Scully. Mulder!! Don't let your thoughts do this to you!* Mulder's mind raced. "Uhh, Scully, ummm, well . . . " That was all he could manage. The foxy lady in front of him suddenly turned her eyes away from him and reached a long, dainty, white hand and turned up the volume of the radio. The radio was singing just what Mulder was dreading . . . "do you think I'm really cool and sexy, and you really wanna get with me? If its my last time baby, could it be your best time, baby?" That was only the beginning of Mulder's problems. Except, now, Scully had begun to sing along. She looked Mulder right in the eye and began to move her body erotically to the rhythm of the music. Mulder, by now, was completely and thoroughly entranced. He hadn't known that Scully had such a nice voice. That time in the forest . . . He couldn't think (she must've had a cold!!). All that registered in his mind was Scully, red and hot moving seductively to the music and singing in such a sweet, sexy voice. Scully put down her popsicle stick, right in front of Mulder. Mulder felt his body temperature rise sharply. The beads of sweat had turned in to a waterfall, humidity from rainforest to kitchen wok. Scully seemed to get up, turn the music down a teeny-weenie bit, and then move closer to him, across the desk. Oh shi*t!! Oh sh*t!! Oh f*ck!!! Scully leaned so close that Mulder could not help but have a glance at her d‚colletage. "Hey Mulder. Let's say that the temperature in this room is soo hot that you have to take off your jacket and loosen that lonnnnng tie of yours. Hmm . . ." she cooed as Mulder took off his jacket and she loosened his tie, with deliberately slow movements, momentarily resting her hand on his chest. Mulder was almost beginning to enjoy this. "Fox Mulder, " Scully purred, "think popsicle, or perhaps, vanilla and choocccollate revelllllo?", she said, as she pulled him closer by his tie. "Hmmm, what do you say? We had the coffee, and now its time for dessert." This can't be happening!!! Mulder again tried to manage a few words, but nothing coherent came forth. His practical side, which was incidentally diminishing rapidly, warned him that they were in an office. But the other side, well, the only thing that existed was Scully, and she was right. The office was soo hot that he just wanted to take off his shirt and tie and jump into a nice, cool, swimming pool with Scully in a bikini, or nothing at all, and . . . "Agents?" Knock, knock, knock. Mulder and Scully froze. Creeeaaaaaak. "What in the hell is going on in here?!!" As if on cue, the two red faced agents instantly leapt up from their previous position. Simply from reading their faces, Skinner could tell what had happened. Skinner turned a shade of pink, including the little bald spot on the top of his head With teeth clenched, the AD muttered, "You two are to come to my office tomorrow morning at seven sharp to discuss the bureau policy on the relationship between FBI agents. Is that clear??!!" WHHHAAAAM!!!! With that, he slammed the door so hard a painting that hung on the far wall fell off its nail. CLUNK! The two agents stood there sheepishly for a long time, unable to face each other. Mulder, who seemed to have just woken up from his trance finally cleared his throat. "No, Mulder, don't you even START with me." Scully turned away, feeling the heat rush up her cheeks again. "Scu-" "MULDER." "Ok." He began grinning at her in such an infuriating way, "This isn't over yet, Ssssscully." Out of frustration, she tore off a sheet of paper, crumpled it, and just barely missed the mutilated trash can. The End All comments send to XFiler8263@aol.com or XFiles Rox@aol.com Love to hear'em!