Title: Attention
Author: Andrea
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR, ER, X-COPS post-ep, Scully POV
Disclaimer: They belong to CC et al
Spoilers: Just X-COPS
Notes: Thanks to Jemirah and Aly for speedy beta reading
please send feedback to ardywyn@hotmail.com
Archiving: yes, please
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I stayed in the shower longer than usual trying to wash off the
stench of dead junkies, Edie's perfume, and Eau de Morgue. It
also helped to ease the tension out of my body. Last night had
been like a nightmare, and it wasn't just the corpses. Corpses I
could handle, a camera constantly in my face was an entirely
different story.
Mulder reveled in it. Getting stuck in the basement was hard on
his ego. I think he played up the whole "Spooky" thing just to
be noticed.
I, on the other hand, hated being the center of attention.
Growing up with Missy might seem perfect for someone who hated
being noticed, and it would have been, if she'd let me hide in
her shadow. But not our Missy, no she wouldn't have that. She
always had to drag me into the spotlight with her. I spent so
much of my childhood blushing, I'm surprised my capillaries
still function.
Teaching at Quantico had been almost as hard. The students
respected me, but it was still a relief for me to be assigned to
work with the FBI's most unwanted. We were almost totally
ignored by our colleagues and I loved it. Granted when we did
get noticed we were being made fun of, but it was worth the
anonymity we wallowed in most of the time.
After finally stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around
my head, I slipped into my robe and went into my room. Mulder,
who had showered in his room, was lying on my bed in his boxers.
Even with the complete body exhaustion I was experiencing my
heart still started to beat faster at the sight.
"Feel better?" He smiled at me.
I nodded and lay down beside him, resting my head on his
shoulder, still encased in a towel.
"Tired?"
"Exhausted," I answered.
"Did you enjoy being on camera last night, Scully?"
"No," I snorted, "But I got the distinct impression that you
did."
"Mmm," he mumbled, noncommittally.
"Bubble gum pink hair, Mulder?" I said snuggling up against him
a little closer.
"You could try a wig first. See how it looks," he offered.
"Fat chance," I yawned.
"Can I show you something before you drift off?"
I resisted making any of the snide comebacks that jumped into my
head. "Sure," I mumbled into his shoulder.
"You have to open your eyes to see it, Scully," he teased.
Forcing my eyes open, I squinted at the card that he was holding
up in front of my face.
"Looks like a business card." My powers of observation can be
astounding.
"Yeah, that camera guy's; the one who was riding with us," Mulder
explained.
"Why do you have his business card?" I was drifting back to sleep
already.
"Well, I asked him if he did any moonlighting."
"What do you mean?" I was barely coherent.
"I asked him if he'd consider making that honeymoon video we
always talk about."
"You what?" I flew out of the bed, wide awake instantly. "Mulder,
how could you? I thought we agreed to keep this discreet. I can't
believe that you would..." I stopped as I watched his smile fade
into a look of abject terror.
"Scully, I was kidding."
"Never joke about something like that, Mulder. You scared the
crap out of me," I put my trembling hand over my rapidly beating
heart. The towel that had been wrapped around my head had fallen
to the floor as I'd leapt from the bed. Mulder took my hand and
pulled me gently into his arms.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah?"
"Why *do* you have his card?"
"I want to see all of the footage they got tonight. He said to
call him and we could make arrangements."
I nodded against his chest. I should have known without asking.
"I'm really sorry I scared you, Scully. I thought by now you'd
know when I was just teasing," he stroked my still damp hair.
"I was tired, I guess," I explained.
"How tired?" he asked while he fiddled with the belt of my robe.
"Very tired, Mulder," I told him, but I couldn't help smiling as
his hand slid into my now open robe.
"Too tired for this?" he asked as he sucked my nipple into his
mouth.
The moan that escaped my throat was all the answer he needed.
His hand cupped my neglected breast and squeezed it. I usually
fought with Mulder to let me give him the same attention that he
loved to give me. He was not content to lie back and let me
have my way with him. I probably got to spend about a tenth of
the time worshipping his body the way he worshipped mine.
If Mulder and I hadn't been friends before we became romantically
involved, I would have been convinced that he only loved me for
my body. But I knew that he loved me completely and I quickly
found out that having Mulder treat me like a goddess had its
rewards.
I shivered in anticipation as he left my breasts and after
placing light kisses on my stomach as he went, he settled in
between my legs to lavish me with yet more attention.
As Mulder's tongue caressed my most sensitive flesh I was carried
away on a wave of pleasure. For some reason when I was tired,
all of the sensations seemed magnified. I think it was because my
brain was too tired to be distracted by other thoughts and I was
completely focused on what Mulder's tongue was doing to me. As a
result my orgasm built rapidly. When he sucked my clit
between his lips my climax exploded through me, blinding me with
bright flashes of light.
Mulder's gentle kisses brought me back to reality.
"Not *that* tired, I guess," he chuckled proudly.
"Mmm," I sighed, "You knew how I'd react and you took advantage
of it," I accused.
"Yup," Mulder nodded, grinning.
I had to chuckle.
"So can I go to sleep now?" I yawned, ignoring the erection that
was pressing into my belly.
"Scully!" he whined.
"Oh, alright," I sighed, wrapping my legs around him.
"Scully," he whined again.
I couldn't tease him anymore. I knew exactly what he wanted and
even though I was exhausted, after all the attention he rained on
me it was the least I could do.
"I'm sorry, Mulder, I shouldn't be mean like that. But remember,
I am tired."
"Okay," he nodded happily, clambering off of me to sit up
against the headboard.
This was Mulder's favorite position. When I was on top he could
watch me. He was always telling me how much he loved the way my
breasts bounced as I moved.
I looked at him as I straddled him. His eyes were dark with
passion, and no matter how many times I saw this expression on
his face, it always made my stomach flip-flop. No one has ever
loved me the way Mulder does.
We both groaned as I lowered myself onto his cock. After my
orgasm I was even more sensitive than normal.
"God, Scully, you are so tight," he groaned again, apparently
noticing yet another benefit of my orgasm.
Moving slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of his hardness
inside of me, I involuntarily picked up speed as another climax
started to build within me.
I opened my eyes, which had drifted shut as I'd savored each
stroke, to see Mulder's eyes burning into me. I managed not to
lose my rhythm when he grabbed my head and pulled me close to
kiss me hungrily. As I returned his passionate kiss, his hands
moved to my breasts. When his fingers closed around my nipples
I moaned into his mouth and began to move even faster, almost
slamming myself onto him. He still knew exactly what to do to
get the reaction he wanted out of me.
His hands drifted down to my hips, and his thumbs pressed into
my hip bones sending me flying over the edge. As I quaked above
him, I heard him call my name and I felt his cock throb inside
of me, which increased my pleasure.
As I lay against him trying to catch my breath, Mulder held me
tightly with one arm around my waist while the other stroked my
hair.
"I really need to sleep now," I mumbled into his chest.
He gently rearranged us so that we were spooned up, another of
his favorite positions.
"Better?" he whispered.
"Mmm," I wiggled back against him.
"You know, Scully, we could have captured that moment for all
time if you'd let me call that guy."
"Mulder," I sighed.
"If you wore a bubble gum pink wig no one would recognize you."
"Mulder, you know how you said that the monster appears to
people as the thing that they are mortally afraid of?"
"Uh huh," I felt him nod into my hair.
"If I ever find out that you really asked that guy, or anyone for
that matter, to make a movie of our lovemaking, at the next full
moon that monster will look like a petite redhead with a really
nasty temper to you. Do I make myself clear?" I threatened him.
"Is that a no?"
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