Author: Andrea



Title: The Perils of Tedium



Rating: NC-17



Category: MSR, Scully POV, smut...hmmm, bigger than a

biscuit, but smaller than a breadbox.



Disclaimer: I wish...then there would be no ninth season,

never mind a semi-Mulderless eighth.



Archiving: I'd be honoured, but I'd also like to know.



Notes: Thank you Dan and Aky for the beta reading!



Summary: Those words that slip out can come back to

haunt you, in a good way.



Spoilers: Umm, don't read this if you haven't seen season

one.



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The stakeout seemed interminable. It wasn't even our case; we

were called in to the bolster the numbers. There used to be a

time I longed for cases like this; ordinary grunt work. Now they

bored me. It made me wonder if that's why Mulder had left VICAP.

How many serial killers can you profile before it simply becomes

tedious? Perhaps the X-Files had been an escape. On our fifth

8-hour shift of watching this building, I was starting to

wish a mutant would pop out from underneath the sewer grate

that was steaming in front of the car.



Tedium is a dangerous thing; inevitably leading places most of

us wouldn't usually venture. Mulder and I knew each other so well

there was no room for small talk. I ended up discussing things

I'd never talked about to anyone. When I crawled into bed that

night and thought back to our conversation, I cringed. My only

hope was that due to his own boredom, Mulder would have no

recollection of what I'd said.



Our shift had ended on Thursday at 2 a.m. I fell asleep some time

after 4, at 9 a.m. the phone woke me. Not only did we have to endure

the monotony of the stakeout, but Thavendran and Gammon had

wrapped it up two hours after Mulder and I had left. The exchange

had been made and we'd missed it. That fact only compounded how

futile the whole exercise had felt to me. But it was my job and

luckily it rewarded me in other ways. One of the minor

compensations was hearing Skinner say that I didn't have to

report until Monday morning. Thursday would be a write off, but

I'd still end up with a gloriously long weekend.



Even though I'd only had five hours of sleep, I hauled myself out of

bed. I knew if I didn't, I'd never get to sleep that night. I'd be

a zombie for the rest of the day, but it was the only way to get

myself turned around again. Several cups of coffee helped me to

reach a state of semi-consciousness. It was enough to allow me to

clean the apartment. There was no point in wasting my weekend

doing housework. It was spring in D.C. and this year I planned to

take advantage.



By ten o'clock that night I was ready to collapse, but I was

dirty and sweaty, so I opted for a quick bath before I got into

bed. The hot water increased my exhaustion and I drifted off in

the tub. It was a bad habit of mine and it was a miracle that I'd

never drowned. The ringing of the phone jarred me awake. The water

in the tub was luke-warm.



"Hello?" I'd never regretted having this phone installed in the

bathroom. I hated having to jump out of the tub only to be asked

if I wanted to change long distance carriers.



"Hey, Scully," I wasn't surprised to hear Mulder's voice.



"Hi, Mulder."



"Got big plans for your long weekend?"



"Assuming it's nice, I was planning to finally go and see the

gardens at the Robert E. Lee house, and the pandas are back at the

zoo. I thought I might take my nephews to see them," I informed

him.



"So no plans then?"



"I call those plans, Mulder. What do you call them?"



"Boring," he chuckled.



"I don't recall inviting you," I retorted snappishly.



"Doing things like that with you, Scully might make them

bearable."



"I'll take that as an apology. Did you want something, Mulder or

did you just call to insult my choice of weekend activities?"



"I was calling to see if you were almost ready for bed," he

informed me.



"I'm just getting out of tub, but why do you care?"



"Okay, I'll be right there."



"What?" I wanted to ask him why he was coming over, but the line

was already dead.



I'd barely dried off and pulled on my pajamas when I heard the

knock at the door. He was serious. He must have called me from

his car. Before I opened the door, I made sure it was him.



"What are you doing here?" I asked as he walked past me.



He said nothing, he simply held up a bag from The Body Shop.



"I'm not following you," I shook my head.



"I'm here to put lotion on your back," he pulled a pump bottle

out of the bag.



His words brought the previous night's conversation flooding

back to me and I felt my cheeks begin to burn immediately. I'd

hoped he would have forgotten; apparently I wasn't that lucky.

In those last hours of our shift, the ones that seemed to drag on,

we'd started to talk in an effort to keep ourselves awake. Mulder

had asked me what I thought was the worst part about being

single.



"Not being able to put lotion on my back, I guess," I'd shrugged.



"What?" he'd laughed. "The lack of sex doesn't bother you, but

lotion, hey, there's a major drawback to the single life."



"Sex I can have anytime," I'd pointed out. "But that still doesn't

get me lotion on my back."



"Excuse me?" his voice had become more high pitched. "Sex you can

have anytime? Is there something I don't know about the enigmatic

Dr. Scully?"



"Not that it's any of your business, but no. I meant, if I wanted

to I could. It's a lot easier for women, Mulder."



Instead of answering me, he'd started to cough and choke. I'd

handed him his iced tea and when he was able to breathe again, he

changed the subject. I assumed the issue was dead, but there he

was, standing in front me with a bottle of lotion in his hand.



"Mulder, I didn't mean --," I sputtered.



"Have you found someone else to put lotion on your back between

last night and tonight?"



"No, but --," I began.



"But what?" he interrupted, "If having no one to put lotion on

your back is the bane of your single existence, I'd like to fix

it for you," he grinned.



"Thank you, Mulder, but I didn't mean --"



"Are you telling me that I wasted my money?" he furrowed his brow.



"Mulder, I --"



"C'mon Scully, what's a little lotion between friends?" his eyes

sparkled at me.



Maybe it was because I was so tired, maybe it was because Mulder's

brain was used to sleep deprivation and he talked me into it or

maybe it was because my back was dry. Whatever the reason, I gave

in.



"Fine," I sighed.



"Okay," his smile lit up his face. "Go and take off your top and

lay down on the bed. I'll be right there."



After turning on the bedside lamp, I removed my pajama top and

laid it beside me. As I was laying down, I heard Mulder running

water in the bathroom, then the door opened and I heard him come

into the bedroom. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I was

shocked when Mulder climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs.



While he squirted some lotion into his hands, he began to talk

to me. I was anticipating cold lotion contacting my skin, but I

was pleasantly surprised. It felt quite warm. Mulder was telling

me something about the suspects that had been apprehended the

previous night, but I was focused on his hands. They felt so

big; he could almost cover my entire back when he spread them

out. Soon I was able to distinguish the scent of the lotion;

white musk.



It took a while for me to notice that Mulder had stopped talking.

He was rubbing lotion into my shoulders. I didn't bother pointing

out that I had no problem reaching my shoulders. I was enjoying

his touch too much. He wasn't lightly applying the lotion, he was

massaging it into my skin. The scent of the lotion, the warm bath,

my lack of sleep and Mulder's massage must have all combined to

have a soporific effect on me. The next thing I knew, morning

light was assaulting my eyes.  I was still lying face down and

Mulder had covered me with the quilt I kept at the foot of my

bed.



While I was eating my breakfast, I called my mother to ask her to

join me at the Robert E. Lee house. We agreed to go early and then

go out for lunch. When the arrangements were set, I hung up and

called Mulder intending to apologize for falling asleep. I got his

machine. Instead of hanging up, I left a message telling him how

much I'd enjoyed the massage, then I apologized and thanked him

for being so thoughtful. Then I called my sister-in-law. She was

more than happy to have me take the boys for the day on Saturday.

I told her I'd pick them up around 10 o'clock.



After lunch, I went shopping with my mother. She'd been invited

to the wedding of one the parishioners at her church. She wanted

help picking out a gift. That evening I decided to do some

reading. For some reason I was feeling extremely relaxed. I'd had

a great day with my mother and then I had time to sit with my feet

up and read. It seemed like I was indulging myself, but I

couldn't remember the last time I'd had a more pleasant day.I was

only mildly surprised when the phone rang at 11 o'clock.



"Hi, Mulder," I smiled to myself when I answered.



"How did you know it was me?"



"Lucky guess," I chuckled. "Did you get my message this morning?

I'm sorry I fell asleep."



"That's okay. It was supposed to be relaxing, wasn't it?"



"Yes, I guess it was," I chuckled. "But it's generally considered

rude to fall asleep when one has company."



"I didn't know I qualified as company. I thought I was in the

friend category."



"I think it's rude to fall asleep on my friends, too, Mulder,"

I laughed. "Although I always seem to be falling asleep on you."



"I don't know if I should be insulted on honored," he laughed

wryly.



"I'm very relaxed around you, Mulder. Is that insulting?"



"I'm not sure. Should I be insulted or honored that you aren't

worried that I'm going to ravage you when you fall asleep half-

naked underneath me? Or maybe I should just be insulted that you

fall asleep when you're half-naked underneath me," he chuckled.



"I trust you, Mulder."



"I was kidding, Scully. It was kind of nice that my putting

lotion on your back relaxed you that much," he lowered his voice.



"I'd just had a hot bath, Mulder and I was still tired from

Thursday night. Your massage was the last straw."



"I know," he voice was barely perceptible. "So are you just about

ready for bed?"



"Yeah, I had a full day with my mother and tomorrow will be

busy with my nephews."



"Okay, I'll be right up," he informed me and the line went dead.



I was waiting for Mulder when he got to the door.



"I wasn't expecting this to be a nightly routine," I told him

when I'd closed the door.



"It's no trouble, " he shrugged.



I looked up at him, trying to discern what was going on in his

head. Was he trying to take our relationship to a new level? If

he was, I couldn't tell by the look in his eyes.



"Hurry up and assume the position," he nodded toward my bedroom.

"I don't have all night. The sci-fi channel is having an Ed Wood

marathon."



I don't know what I'd been worried about. Mulder was Mulder,

nothing more. There was something oddly comforting about that.



While I changed into my pajamas, Mulder again went to the

bathroom, making me wonder if he was having a urinary tract

problem. I lay down and put my arms under my head.



"What were you doing in the bathroom?" I asked when he climbed

onto the bed.



"Warming up my hands and the lotion under hot water," he informed

me.



For some reason that tidbit of information made butterflies

spring to life in my stomach.



"Oh," I murmured quietly. "Thank you."



As he began to smooth lotion onto my back, my reaction was

completely the opposite to what it had been the night before.

Instead of feeling relaxed, my heart rate began to increase. I

tried to take long steady breaths to slow my pulse, but I was

unsuccessful. Mulder was working his way down my back, stopping

every so often to reapply the lotion. Everywhere his fingers

touched me, my skin tingled. Neither of us said a word as he

continued to knead my muscles.



When his hands brushed along my sides, I shuddered involuntarily.

I prayed he hadn't noticed. He'd made it clear he was doing this

as a friend. Every move of his hands and circle of his thumbs

increased the fire that had begun to burn in my belly. If he

didn't stop soon, I was going to embarrass myself. My head was

swimming, my breathing was altered and the room had grown very

warm. Mulder must have noticed by now the effect he was having on

me.



I'd thought he was finished, since he'd reached my lower back,

but I was stunned when I felt my pajama bottoms moving. I

couldn't help gasping.



"Relax, Scully," Mulder's voice was low and soothing. "I'm trying

to make sure I get complete coverage."



"Okay," my voice was breathy.



His hands didn't stray very far. After lightly spreading some

lotion down to the point where my cheeks began to curve upward,

he stopped and pulled my pajamas back up. The small amount of

weight he'd been resting on me lessened, and I thought he was

getting up. When I felt his hands graze my arms, I caught my

breath.



"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he whispered, his breath warm

against my ear. I could feel the heat of his body on my already

cooling skin.



I couldn't speak, so I shook my head.



"Do you want me to cover you with the quilt again?"



"Umm," I cleared my throat. "I think I'll sleep under the covers

tonight."



"Okay, good night, Scully."



"'Night, and thank you," I called, hoping he'd hear me before

he closed the door.



When he was gone my room seemed cold and lonely. I lay awake

under my covers for a long time, before I finally slid my hand

between my thighs to ease the persistent throb that Mulder's

touch had created. I was beginning to wonder if I had been right

about the worst aspect of being single. The way I was feeling,

sex would have been wonderful and not with just anyone. I wanted

more of Mulder's touch, but I'd have to make do with whatever he

was willing to offer.



The next day was a blur. Saturday was not a good choice to take

my nephews to the zoo and a zoo it was. The place was teeming with

people. My nephews didn't seem to mind the crowds. They kept

dragging me from exhibit to exhibit. I think the only thing we 

didn't see were the panda bears.



By 10 o'clock I'd had my bath and was starting to nod off on

the couch. The life of a spinster aunt is a never-ending thrill

ride. I hadn't been expecting to hear from Mulder, since I'd told

him the night before that I didn't think he'd be putting lotion

on my back every night. So I was surprised when the phone rang,

startling me out my near sleep.



"Hey," Mulder said softly when I answered the phone.



"Hi," I murmured.



"Did I wake you?"



"I was starting to drift off on the couch," I confessed.



"I'd better hurry up then. I'll be right up."



Before I could say anything, I was listening to dead air.



"I thought we agreed that we weren't going to do this every

night," I asked while he was taking off his shoes.



"Do you want me to go?" he asked in surprise. "I thought you

enjoyed last night."



"I did," I admitted, a tingling beginning between my legs at the

memory alone. "But every night, Mulder?"



"I happen to be free this weekend, take advantage," he shrugged.



"No marathons tonight?" I smiled.



"Not tonight," he chuckled.



"I'll go get ready," I began to turn around.



"Scully?" he put his hand on my shoulder.



"Yeah?" I looked up at him.



"Why don't you get a towel and drape it over yourself. That way

you won't have to worry about me fiddling with your pajama

bottoms."



"Okay," I tried to sound nonchalant, but the thought of only a

towel separating Mulder and me changed the tingle between my legs

into a slow burn.



After retrieving a towel from the linen closet, I went to my

room. Stripping out of my pajamas quickly, I climbed onto the bed

and placed the towel over my bottom. My heart was pounding so

loudly in my ears, I didn't realize that Mulder had joined me

until I felt the bed dip. When his lotioned hands began to caress

my shoulders a moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.



"Feel good?" he chuckled.



"I had a long day," I told a white lie.



"Did you have fun at the zoo?" his fingers were working on my

trapezius muscles.



"Unfortunately, all my nephews wanted to see were reptiles, rodents,

bats and insects. By the time we left my skin was crawling."



"What about the pandas?"



"Apparently pandas are boring," I chuckled.



"We can go some other time," he leaned closer to whisper.



When he straightened up his fingers brushed the sides of my

breasts making me shudder like I had the night before. I wasn't

sure if my perception was skewed, but Mulder seemed to be taking

his time, making sure each individual skin cell had the benefit of

his touch. By the time he reached the middle of my back I'd grown

very wet. Surely he could smell me. I was positive I could. Maybe

the musky scent of the lotion was masking my scent. All I could

do was hope.



When he reached the towel, I was sure I'd created a puddle on

my bedspread. I was so concerned that he was going to smell me

that I didn't immediately notice when he moved the towel. It was

on the bed beside me. Mulder's hands were gently smoothing lotion

onto my ass.



"Umm, Mulder, I can reach to put lotion there," the huskiness

of my voice surprised me.



"I know, but I can't," his voice had taken on a huskiness of it's

own.



My head was swirling too much to grasp his meaning. Did he know

what he was doing to me? Did he care? Dragging my eyes open, I

looked at his reflection in the mirror over my dresser. If my jaw

hadn't already been slack, it would have dropped. I'd never seen

him look like that before. It was incredible. His full lips were

slightly parted and his eyes were half-closed. From the way his

chest was heaving, he seemed to be having as much trouble

breathing as I was. What shocked me most was what I saw further

down. The bulge in his pants looked enormous. I was sure it had

to be a flaw in my mirror.



My eyes fluttered closed again when his fingers lightly

insinuated themselves between my thighs and I groaned. That, it

appeared, was Mulder's signal.



"I should go," his words hit me like a ton of bricks.



"Why?" I rolled to my back and sat up. He had to know how I was

feeling and from what I saw in the mirror, I knew how he was

feeling.



"Because," he muttered, his eyes traveling down my body and back

up before he locked onto my eyes.



"Because? Because why?" I couldn't believe this was happening.



"Because you trust me," he closed his eyes and took a shaky

breath.



"I do, Mulder. That's why I find this so hard to understand,"

tears were starting to form in my eyes.



"I don't want to take advantage," he shook his head, his eyes

still closed.



"Look at me, Mulder," I instructed, but he didn't open his

eyes. "Mulder, look at me and tell me what you see."



He slowly opened his eyes and met mine. "I see a beautiful

woman," he closed his eyes again.



"Look more closely. Look at my eyes and tell me what you see."



"What do you mean?" he was looking at me again.



"I'm trying to figure out why you think I'm being taken advantage

of. I'm naked on my bed in front of you. I'm sure my pupils are

dilated as big as saucers, just like yours are. My nipples are so

erect they ache and the inside of my thighs are very wet. But I

think you knew that already."



He nodded, his lips still parted.



"Why do you think that is?"



"Because I was rubbing lotion on you," his breathing was still

shallow.



"Right," I nodded.



"You trusted me to do this and I took it too far," he hung his

head.



"I could've stopped you, Mulder, if I'd wanted to, but I didn't.

And it wasn't that you were rubbing lotion on me, it was that

*you* were rubbing lotion on me," I clarified.



"It was me?" he looked shocked.



"Do you think I'd react like this no matter who it was?" my

eyebrows flew up.



"Well you trusted me to touch you like this and I knew you

were enjoying it, but I thought I'd pushed the envelope too far,"

he tried to explain.



"You thought you made me go somewhere I didn't want to go?" I

smiled up at him and he nodded. "You should know better than

anyone, Mulder, that I'm not that easily pushed."



The expression on his face changed swiftly from remorse back

to the look I'd seen in the mirror. My heart started to beat

wildly again.



"Is there anywhere else you'd like to go?" his eyes were

devouring me.



His sudden change of attitude had me speechless, but all it took

was a slight nod of my head and he was on the bed, pushing me

onto my back. His mouth was covering mine, his tongue inside my

open mouth. His hands were on my breasts, his fingers easing the

ache in my nipples.



"Take -- off -- your -- clothes," I panted in between kisses.



He seemed to be able to remove his clothes without his hands

ever leaving my body, or at least that's how it felt to me.

Although I did help him with whatever articles I could reach.

Before he slid into me, he slipped a hand between my legs to

judge my readiness. As soon as he felt how slick I was, he

groaned.



"Didn't you know, Mulder? I was sure you'd be able to tell

what you were doing to me," I breathed close to his ear.



"I wasn't positive, I hoped, but I wasn't sure," his voice

was low and gravelly making me shudder again.



As soon as he eased into me, I came violently, shaking around

him.



"Jesus, Scully," his voice was shaky.



"Sorry," I giggled, "But that was some foreplay!"



"Mmm, I know I enjoyed it," he lowered his mouth to mine again.



As we kissed I began to move my hips. Mulder's body stiffened

and he pulled out of the kiss.



"Stop for minute, Scully," he panted. "You just about took me

with you when you came. I'm still trying to regain my composure."



"Okay," I chuckled and pulled his face closer.



We began to kiss again, languidly exploring each other's mouths.

Before long Mulder began to move, taking slow strokes. Every thrust

felt like pure bliss. When he began to increase his pace I felt

another orgasm building. I began to chant his name as the

pressure began to mount.



"I can't -- " he gasped and I felt him throb inside of me.

Instead of stopping, he faltered for only a moment and then

resumed his pace. It only took two or three more strokes before

I was quaking again.



By the time I'd come back to my senses, he was starting to grow

soft inside of me.



"Sorry," he muttered when I opened my eyes.



"Sorry?" I was confused.



"I tried to last until you came, but I couldn't."



"Mulder, you have nothing to apologize for. For one thing, I'd

already climaxed and beside that," I pulled his head down to give

him a long sensuous kiss, "you did something no one else has ever

done for me before. You noticed that I was close and you kept

going after you'd come."



"I didn't want to cut you off," he began to nuzzle my neck.



"Mmm," I squirmed beneath him.



"You like that?" he chuckled.



"I do," I breathed.



"Well, I know all of your erogenous zones on your back. Tomorrow

I'll have to work on this side," he nipped at my shoulder.



"What's wrong with tonight?" I chuckled.



"Hey, fair's fair, Scully," he reached over toward my bedside

table. "Tonight it's my turn," he handed the bottle of lotion to

me and waggled his eyebrows.



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