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Classification: MSR, NC17
Title: AFTERNOON CAMPAIGN
Summary: Mulder and Scully engage in a campaign against bureau
Dust motes traveled curly, aimless journeys illuminated briefly into
apperception in the golden tracks of sunlight seeping through the venetian
blinds. Shining into the small living room, the buttery light nudged resident
shadows into non-existence and warmed sex-laden air.
Lying on the floor, Mulder's Adam's apple worked in soundless laughter as
regarded the ceiling. Life was proving affable in a thousand charming ways as
his fully roused penis enjoyed the peculiar and pleasing attentions of an
obliging female mouth. Not a day went by, particularly when marked by sexual
activity, that he did not thank God he had been born a man. Most especially
then. But when it came down to it, very little tangible criticism could be
said of the fairer sex. Male inferiority was a given.
Sparked into mobility, his hands slid languidly over his chest, pausing
momentarily to rub flat masculine nipples, then stroked across his flat belly
to end their pilgrimage slightly below, coming to rest at his hips where a
silky head bobbed steadily in mock obeisance. Long fingers with rounded pads
spread and settled on his companion as if in benediction but really to
encourage the milking suction to carry him to completion.
In reply, her mouth tightened, thrilling him, as it moved up to the baby
skin crowning his manhood and disengaged contact. She did not retreat. Warm
breath sent a caressing breeze over his moistened erection.
This match between them, begun in mediated contact and the common bond of
professional synchrony, had seduced them into conspicuous action with the lure
of conquest. Polite rivalry turned to companionship. Companionship matured
into friendship and then slyly transformed itself into sexual desire, nagging
and intriguing him until his hand had been forced and he deliberatly breached
the neutrality separating them. He underestimated her response. For a week
now, every afternoon he had abandoned the chilly basement office he shared
with Scully to return to his apartment and wrestle in intimate competition on
the carpeted floor in front of his couch. Inventive and diabolically clever,
his lover's mouth casually exhausted him every time and dismissed him back to
work to spend the rest of the day drowsy, thick-headed with satiation,
"What's the matter?"
She offered no verbal answer. Instead, flattened the broad expanse of her
tongue against the underside of his penis at its base. Leisure yet
deliberate, she pulled up, pressing firmly enough to crease the thin sensitive
skin. Arriving at the peak, friendly teeth celebrated the ascension biting,
scraping, worrying gently at the pink terrain only to descend and begin the
His eyes registered two overhead lights where before there had only been
He could feel the forest of tiny buds that coated the surface of his
supplicant. Every delicious bump and hill.
She dragged her tongue up, repeating with confident command a guileless
skill that left him with no doubt as to which of the two of them was superior
Mulder shut his eyes and hummed. Surely her mouth existed just for him,
expressly commissioned for this portion of his anatomy? His hands
straightened and re-molded themselves to her skull, this time humble with
But she was not accepting gratitude. Her mouth turned aggressive, sliding
over her host, embracing him to the hilt. Warm. Tight. And attentive as the
most devout worshiper in the presence of divinity.
His body tensed from toenails to hair. Put on alert, nerve endings
ready to receive electrical charge.
Again, envelopment returned. And again and again.
Mulder could not stop the movement. His knees rose as he planted his bare
feet flat on the floor to embark on his mission. The world withdrew. The
muscles of his buttocks clenched and relaxed as his hips began a counterpoint
rhythm. Above his mouth, hazel eyes unclosed to record sight and to their
sides, a pair of ears accepted sound but both divorced themselves from his
Orgasm entered the room slithering like a cobra. Stronger, wilier and
focused it drew near, target in sight, and gathered energy.
Across his exposed skin a fine, lubricating film of sweat broke out. Firm
thighs accepted a burden of weight from his arching spine. Head thrown back,
his chin pointed heavenward, exposing his throat. Deep in his chest, his heart
raced, sending blood to dilated vessels and the very echo of its work to his
For a second, fear gripped him. His stalker was approaching with a
of ferocity that did not assure survival.
...And from the sword (Lord) save my soule, By thy myght and power...
Coiled, climax prepared to strike, to whip him dizzyingly out of orbit and
send him careening into a lonely universe where existence was limited to the
sweet pain between his legs.
...And keepe my soule, thy darling deare, From dogs that would devour...
Chest heaving, his lungs sought air, gulping in life-giving oxygen. He
thrust his reckless, greedy erection between his lover's swollen, berry lips.
...And from the Lion's mouth that would, Me all in sunder shiver...
Mechanical in its diligence, her mouth worked hard now invading and
liberating and reclaiming faster than he could record the sensations. His
balls, held in loving grip, were kneaded by supporting fingers.
...And from the hornes of Unicorne's, Lord safely me deliver.
Violence struck then. Intellect floundered as passion tripped the lock;
organized thought escaped, leaving in its wake animal gibberish. His
impressive IQ, the intelligence that had awed Scully and made him the envied
darling of the Violent Crimes Division, retreated abruptly, bequeathing in its
absence all the cognitive powers of an agitated chimpanzee.
Mulder floated away.
"I'm not going to ask where you perfected that technique."
She was lying on top of him now, stretched out full length, peering
interestedly into his recovering face. Sunlight shone on her from behind,
firing the halo of her hair into brilliant glow.
"Masters and Johnson's reports are my Rosetta Stone to the numerous
of the male body." Calm blue eyes considered him from a creamy, tranquil face,
"Mulder, did you know you squeak when you climax?"
"No, I don't." From a distance surprise rippled in as he wondered how his
lids managed to stay open through the onslaught. Delicious lethargy, the
reward for selfish labor, seeped from his pores.
"You do. I've been listening. A few minutes ago you could have passed
for a no-tell motel bedspring."
"G-Woman, after I've had a couple more minutes to recover, we'll go about
cataloguing your repertoire of embarrasing sounds." A picture of his head
stuffed up her skirt came to mind, pleasing in its potential. His toes dabbled
hazily into the air. There were plans to be made.
"'Let not ambition mock their useful toil.' You're welcome to try."
Sassy she was, his Scully. In a flash he filled his cupped hand with the
rounded flesh of her derriere then brought down his palm against the
Mulder's elegant partner yelped.
"What is this? You do good girlie yell. Reminds me of a poodle I ran
once." His arms and long legs looped themselves, winding around her wiggling
"Assaulting me isn't going to advance your case, Mulder," trapped, her
gripped a pinch of skin on his neck in retaliation.
Mulder reversed their positions, settling peremptorily into the natural
saddle of her thighs. The sensation of lying naked on a fully clothed woman
was strange but not unpleasantly so, he decided. "Me? I'd never assault you.
I depend too much on your goodwill to get me through the week." He thrust his
pelvis twice, crudely illustrating his point.
"Fox, you're a pig." She smiled pleasantly.
"It took you five years to figure that out?" Cheerful, her quip failed to
intimidate him into atonement. His pretty lover wore exasperation like
royalty wore diamonds. "I withdrawal that compliment I gave you this morning
on your profiling skills. Be grateful you have the benefit of knowing it
She snorted, dubious.
"Most women don't realize they're doomed to love swine until they're good
hooked. Hell, come to think of it, you should thank me for showing you my
true nature," hazel eyes regarded her fondly. "Honesty is the defining virtue
of our relationship."
"And full of shit."
"Face it, Ms. Spooky, you're crazy about me."
"No way. I tolerate you at most, and even that's a stretch." Warming to
game, coyness colored her voice, "Are you aware how many times I've been
asked when I was going to come to my senses and request a transfer?"
"You heard me. We both know I give you the best ride in the FBI."
Silent, Scully looked patiently at her tormentor, brows arched.
"My assignment isn't carved in stone. Section Chief Travis offered me a
position in his department---" Mulder drew in a breath to offer a tart
evaluation of her admirer but she continued," And my own office, mind you,
with a window."
Studied, thoughtful sobriety crossed his countenance as he appeared to
consider her words. Her beloved face sat in uncharacteristically lively
lines; he memorized her features. "I'm afraid the offer is unacceptable,
Agent Scully. You see, while personally there's nothing better I'd like than
to see your career advance in the Bureau, there's just one small impediment."
"You'd miss me. I'm the best friend you've ever had."
Temperate blue her gaze sharpened, searching for facetious innuendo.
The runners were dispatched, the mules packed, and compass in hand,
destination beckoned. Above her, Mulder's lips curled at the familiar
expression. He brought his face close to hers, nose to nose. Eyes unveiled,
he elaborated, "You find my company fascinating and my work challenging, you
adore my intellectual yet earthy sense of humor. Shut up. My intelligence
compliments your considerable talents and my instincts are a source of
continual amazement to you."
She rolled her eyes, languid finger tips stroking the cooling skin of his back.
He leaned down to punctuate his inventory with kisses on her chin,
temples and forehead. "Not to mention you've wanted to put your hot little
hands on me since they day you tripped willy-nilly into the basement five
"Mulder, you're a delusional and vain man."
"Deny you haven't checked out my ass when my back was turned."
"I could hardly tell the difference," her mouth pursed primly but her
back arched nicely, pushing silk encased breasts into his chest.
"Liar." He bit a ringed earlobe in mock punishment.
"Ow." Scully gripped his face and directed the playful mouth to its
rightful resting place. "You couldn't be more wrong. I haven't been
fantasizing about your ass, comely though it may be." She kissed him,
tenderly brushing against the ridiculously curvy horizontal lines of his lips,
"It's this luscious... inviting," her teeth tested for resilience, "talented
mouth that occupies my thoughts. Can't count how many times it has inspired
less than professional thoughts towards my partner."
"You're much too nice to me." Mulder raised his eyebrows, "Does this mean
I can stop jogging every morning? Will you still want me with a beer gut and
This time the crack of flesh meeting flesh originated with her palm,
"Mister, I'd lose you quicker than Frohike lost the fashion war."
Notes of startled male laughter reverberated off the walls of the tiny
apartment. Appetite, sinuous and seductive, stirred the stationary air. On
the desk under the window red,electronic numbers of a clock issued a summons
to return to the J. Edgar Hoover building.
"So you're in it for the sex?"
"What else? And high time you delivered too, Agent Mulder. Certainly not
for the long hours or endless aggravation," the most reluctantly prosaic woman
he had ever known twinkled. "Not for the travel either. If I wanted to see
the world, I'd have followed family tradition and joined the Navy."
Mulder pushed his weight off his elbows, resting on either side of his
brilliant acolyte. "Remind me to thank your mother next time I see her for
that fortuitous advice," he murmured as he began to slide down her body.
"Ever played submarine?"
Author's note: The verse sighted in the love scene based on Psalms 22 taken
from Dorothy Dunnett's The Lymond Chronicles CHECKMATE, which in turn borrowed
it from a poem in Sternhold and Hopkins, WHOLE BOOK OF PSALMS. Scully's quote
on ambition is from Thomas Gray.
Mil gracias to Alanna and Shari, shippers extraordinaire, for their
encouragement and helpful comments.