Author: Andrea

Title: Preferences

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: As If! We all know they belong to CC and Fox.

Spoilers: Thru season six

Notes: Lots and lots of thanks to Aly, Falconer and my hubby
for advice, corrections and making me be true to myself.


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"Where the hell does he keep those damned report covers?"

Scully had been through every drawer in the filing cabinet, every
cupboard and every drawer in his desk. Well, every drawer except
*that* drawer.

"Why the hell did I volunteer to stay and finish off this report?"

She was standing in the middle of the office, hands on her hips, 
grumbling to herself.

"Can you admit it to yourself, Dana?" she took a long shaky 
breath. "Because *I'm* the loser, who's so pathetic and lonely on 
a Friday night that I wanted my partner to agree to stay and work 
on the report with me. Then we could have picked up some take-out 
and gone back to his place..."

She shook her head slightly to stop herself from going *there*.
She went there often enough as it was, just usually not at the 
office. Her mind usually drifted there when she was trying to get 
to sleep or when she was lounging in the tub.

"Not now, I just want to get out of here. Where are those damned
report covers?"  

She sighed and opened the bottom drawer. Nope, no report covers,
only a few of Mulder's movies. She shook her head. How could he
watch those movies? They weren't even close to reality.

"Oh, but those little side trips you take *are*, Dana?" she 
laughed.

"Damned inner voice," she muttered.

"I've gotta stop having these conversations with myself. I hope 
Mulder really did find all of the bugs." She felt her cheeks 
growing hot as she looked around the room surreptitiously.

She sat down heavily in Mulder's chair. She was staring at the 
drawer. She hadn't watched a fuck film in a long time. Hell, she 
had only ever seen one, at a party during med school.  Someone
had thrown one into the VCR. She remembered how everyone had sat 
watching quietly at first. She had watched wondering if everyone 
else was thinking what she was thinking.

"Am I doing it right? Is there something I don't know about?"

Then something in the movie had made her laugh out loud. At first
she was horrified. She hated drawing attention to herself. But 
everyone started to laugh with her. They spent the duration of 
the movie tearing it to shreds. After that she started to feel 
more like part of the group. She no longer worried about saying
what she was thinking. That incident had made her realize that 
other people were probably thinking the same thing she was, but 
were afraid to say it out loud.

She smiled to herself, wondering what Mulder would think if he 
knew that watching a fuck film had ended up being such a turning 
point in her life. Now she found herself wondering if all of those
movies were basically the same, or if Mulder preferred something
different. She was still staring at the drawer. She made her 
decision quickly. Her hand darted out and she snatched one of the
tapes from the drawer. She pulled Mulder's chair into the 
anteroom. She turned on the TV and slid the tape into the VCR.

The tape hadn't been rewound, so the room was immediately filled
with really bad music and the dubbed in grunts and groans of the 
actors. She jumped up quickly and turned the volume down. It only
took a few minutes to realize what Mulder's preference was. The 
guys all sort of looked like him, tall and well-muscled. The 
women were all tall, long-legged and large-breasted, like Diana.

Scully got up slowly and turned the TV off. She stopped the tape 
and ejected it from the VCR. She rolled Mulder's chair back into
the main office and carefully put the tape back into the drawer.

She felt like she had been punched in the stomach. Why couldn't 
she just leave well enough alone? Well, now there was no doubt;
she was not Mulder's type. If she was going to be honest with 
herself, she had always known. She had seen the kind of women who
turned his head. But if she had always known, why did this hurt 
so much? Probably because it was hard evidence. He even fantasized 
about women like Diana. She felt a tear splash onto her hand.

"Shit, shit, shit..." She had to stop feeling like this.

Even if Mulder wasn't attracted to her *that* way, they were 
still best friends. That would have to be enough for her. But 
what if it wasn't enough? What if she couldn't live like this? 
Knowing for sure that he wasn't attracted to her. She looked 
down as she felt another tear splash onto her hand. Suddenly she 
was puzzled. Her fingers were filthy, but what from? The tape!

"He hasn't watched that tape in ages." The sound of her own voice
startled her.

She was breathing rapidly. What did this mean? She looked at the 
other tapes. They were all covered in dust as well. Okay, so he
didn't watch these tapes anymore. What were his current favourites 
like? Did she really want to know? Hell, yes, she really wanted 
to know. She grabbed a tissue and cleaned off her hands.  She got 
another and wiped her eyes. She retrieved the report, stapled it 
together and left it on Mulder's desk. She quickly gathered up her 
things,  turned off the lights, locked the door and headed for
her car.

In less than half an hour she was parked in front of Mulder's 
building. As she turned off the car something occurred to her.
Maybe Mulder had plans tonight. What if he had company? She 
decided to call him first.

"Mulder," he answered on the second ring.

"It's me," she told him.

"Hey, Scully. Did you get that report finished?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't find any report covers."

"Oops, my fault. I used the last one on Monday. I forgot to get 
more. Sorry, Scully."

"That's alright. I'll get more on Monday."

"So? Are you still at the office?"

"No, I'm actually sitting in my car in front of your building."

"What?"

She heard him get up and walk to the window. She waved at him 
when he looked through the blinds.

"Why didn't you just come up?"

"I thought you might have company, so I called first."

"Come on, Scully. You know I don't have a life," he laughed.

"Okay, Mulder. I'll be right up."

The door was slightly open when she got there, so she went right
in. Mulder was just coming out of the bathroom.

"Would you like coffee or something?" he asked.

"Something," she thought to herself. "Definitely something."

"Coffee'd be great," she lied.

Mulder headed to the kitchen and she soon heard him rummaging 
through the cupboards. She sat down on the couch. She looked at
his TV. It was off. There was a tape sticking out of the VCR. She
chewed at her lip and glanced towards the kitchen.  She could 
still hear Mulder looking through the cupboards. Apparently he 
was having trouble locating everything he needed to make the 
coffee.

She looked back at the VCR. God damn her curiousity. Could she 
actually do it with Mulder in the other room? She had to do it 
before she talked herself out of it. She got to her feet and 
pushed the tape back into the VCR. She knelt on the floor and 
took a deep breath. She switched on the TV. The volume had 
already been turned quite low, so the tape made hardly any noise.

Scully watched the tape silently, her mouth agape. There were 
only two people in this scene. They were on a canopy bed with 
wispy curtains billowing around it. The lights were soft and the 
music wasn't garish. The couple wasn't attempting some bizarre,
acrobatic position. She was on top. The guy was the same well-
muscled type from the movie she had seen earlier, but the woman...

Scully couldn't believe her eyes. It might as well have been her.
The actress had red hair, pale skin and blue eyes. Even the woman's
figure was like hers; small waist, full hips and nicely shaped 
breasts. She looked up when she heard Mulder clear his throat.

"Wha...What are you doing, Scully?" 

He sounded terrified. He looked terrified. She was on her feet 
and in his arms in an instant. She pulled his head down so that
she could reach his lips. She kissed him hungrily. She was 
thrilled when she felt his tongue tentatively caress her lips. She
couldn't help moaning. That seemed to be what Mulder had been 
waiting for. He kissed her so hard she could barely breathe. His 
hands were not only under her shirt, he had pushed her bra up and
he was squeezing her breasts. She moaned again. He pulled out of
the kiss.

"If you don't stop moaning like that, Scully, I'm gonna be 
finished before we even get started."

"Why didn't you tell me, Mulder? You should have told me," she 
panted and pulled him back into the kiss.

"I did tell you," he managed to tell her in between kisses. "You
didn't believe me."

"I believe, Mulder. I believe." She was breathing rapidly.

"I've always wanted to hear you say that," he chuckled and began
to kiss her neck.

"Mmm," she sighed and she tilted her head to give him easier 
access to her neck. "You don't want to fuck me," she said, her 
voice remained even.

"What?" He straightened up from her neck.

"In the videos in your desk drawer, the ones with the 'Diana' 
types, they were fucking."

Mulder's mouth hung open in shock.

"In this video, the couple is making love, Mulder. You want to 
make love to me, not fuck me."

"I do want to make love to you, Scully. I love you."

She chuckled low in her throat as he kissed her again.

"What?"

"I would have been more than happy with being fucked, Mulder," 
she admitted. 

Mulder laughed, "Well, Scully, I have another video with this 
particular actress in it and she is being fucked, quite soundly.
Tonight, when I got home, I wanted to make love to you, so I put 
this one in."

"God, I love you so much, Mulder," she sighed.

He leaned forward and captured her mouth with his again. He 
tangled his hands in her hair to pull her closer and deepen the 
kiss. She reveled in the sensation of his tongue exploring her 
mouth, while his hands explored her body. His caresses were soft.
His touch was gentle. When he began to trail kisses down her neck,
she took the opportunity to speak.

"Um, Mulder?"

"Mmm-hmm," his answered, keeping his lips pressed against 
her throat.

"I don't want to make love tonight. I really want you to fuck 
me--soundly."

"Never let it be said, Scully, that I didn't give you exactly what
you asked for." He picked her up and carried her to the couch. "But
I reserve the right to take you into my bed tonight and make love
to you."

"The sacrifices we women have to make," she sighed.

"Thank you for indulging me," he laughed.

"One more thing, Mulder," she asked as he lifted her shirt over
her head.

"Yes, Scully?" he grinned and tossed her shirt onto the floor.

"Um, could I see that other movie? The one where she is being 
fucked--soundly," she ventured.

"Right now?" he laughed.

She nodded in response. 

"Can I finish undressing you first?" he grinned.

"Please."

Mulder slowly removed her bra and threw it on top of her shirt.
He knelt down in front of her began to caress her breasts. 

"Can I take my time, Scully?" he asked her softly.

"Um, okay," she agreed breathlessly.

Mulder leaned forward sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
She groaned and thrust her hands into his hair. He looked up at
her without leaving her breast. The sight of Mulder latched onto
her breast looking up at her with his pupils dilated with desire 
sent a wave of heat through Scully's belly that ended up between 
her legs, where it began to build. Mulder then moved to give the 
same attention to her other breast. She was beginning to writhe 
beneath him. He chuckled and trailed kisses down her belly until
he reached the waistband of her pants. He undid the button and 
lowered the zipper. She raised her hips so that Mulder could slip
her slacks off. She watched as he added them to the growing pile 
of clothes on the floor. 

He ran both of his hands down her right leg to slowly remove her
knee-high and pump. When they had been added to the pile, he ran 
his hands back up her leg and grasped her by the hips. He leaned 
in and planted a kiss on the thin piece of material between her 
legs. She moaned at the contact. Then he removed her left 
knee-high and pump in the same fashion. This time, however, when 
he ran his hands back up her leg, he slid them under her ass. He 
grabbed the waistband of her panties and she lifted her hips again 
so he could remove them.

Scully was having difficulty believing that this was not an 
incredibly erotic dream that she would waken from at any moment.
She was sitting completely naked on Mulder's couch and he was 
kneeling between her legs. His eyes roamed over her, and then his
hands followed the path that his eyes had taken. His hands came 
to rest on her thighs, his eyes focussed between her legs.

She was knew how wet she must be. Her panties had been damp when 
he removed them. Mulder licked his lips. Scully's head fell back
and she groaned. She cried out when she felt his tongue dip into 
her.

"Mulder, I'm undressed now," she had raised her head to speak.

He looked up at her. "Please, Scully."

"Jesus, Mulder," she moaned and then let her head fall onto the 
back of the couch.

She felt his tongue begin to explore again, tentatively at first.
But when she almost immediately began to vocalize her approval, 
he practically started to devour her. He pulled her closer to the 
edge of the couch and continued his ministrations. At first, it 
seemed to her that he almost avoided her clit, just grazing it 
occasionally, but as her arousal built, he began to focus on it 
more and more. He began to flick her clit with his tongue and 
sucked it into his mouth. She cried out in ecstasy. He continued
this pattern and she felt her belly tighten and begin to burn.
Her orgasm exploded in white light. She felt heat flood through 
her body and her clit was pulsing between Mulder's lips.

She sat almost motionless, trying to recover her breath. She felt
Mulder softly kissing the inside of her thighs. She opened her 
eyes to look at him.

"God, Scully, that was amazing," he told her quietly.

"I thought I was supposed to say that," she smiled.

He chuckled, "So, do you still want me to put that movie in?"

She nodded, "I want to see what you were looking at when you
thought about me."

Mulder just nodded and stood up. He walked over to the TV and 
picked up a tape that was sitting beside the VCR. He ejected the
old tape and put the new one in. When the titles began to roll
he turned back towards her.

"C'mere," she said softly. "You're wearing too many clothes."

She stood up when he approached the couch. 

"My turn," she told him.

She removed his clothes more quickly than he had hers, adding to
the pile of discarded apparel. She stood back to look at him once
he was naked.

"God, you're beautiful, Mulder," she sighed.

"You've seen me naked before, Scully," he pointed out.

"Not like this I haven't, Mulder, not like this."

They both turned towards the TV when they heard the familiar 
adult movie grunts and groans start. The redheaded actress was on 
her knees beginning to give the well-muscled actor a blowjob. 
Scully chuckled and knelt down in front of Mulder. She began to 
lick and suck on his cock, imitating the action on the screen. 
But when the actress deep-throated the actor, Scully pulled back 
and laughed.

"Sorry, Mulder, but I have never been able to that. Maybe with 
practice."

"That's okay, Scully. I was going to have to stop you anyway. And
whenever you feel like practicing, just let me know."

She laughed as Mulder helped her back to her feet. When she looked
back at the TV the actor had his face between the actress's legs.

"Well, we already did that," Scully laughed.

"So we did," Mulder smiled. 

He started to kiss her again. He picked her up and took her back 
to the couch, setting her down gently. She stretched out 
lengthwise and smiled at him.

"How well do you know this movie, Mulder? What do they do next?"
she asked.

"Well we don't have to do exactly what they do," Mulder told her.

"Why not?" she looked back at the screen. 

The man was kneeling between the woman's legs. Then he took her 
legs and pulled her towards him. She put her heels on his 
shoulders. Scully watched as the guy started to lean forward, 
almost bending the woman in half. Scully looked up at Mulder and
nodded.

"I don't want to hurt you," Mulder looked worried.

"If anything hurts, I'll let you know," she assured him.

Mulder took a deep breath and knelt between her legs and pulled 
towards him, as they had in the movie. Scully groaned when Mulder
slowly slid his cock into her. 

"God, that feels incredible, Mulder."

He began to lean forward, she smiled and put her hands on his 
shoulders pulled him forward.

"This doesn't hurt, Scully?"

"Not at all, Mulder," she reassured him.

Her knees were almost touching her shoulders. He began to slide
slowly in and out of her.

"Oh my God, Mulder," she gasped.

He stopped instantly.

"Don't stop, Mulder, don't stop. It feels amazing."

He began to stroke again. Even in this position she could move to 
a certain extent to match his pace. Something about this position
allowed Mulder more access than Scully had ever experienced 
before. Every stroke was incredible. She was clawing at his arms
and shoulders, her head was thrashing back and forth. She had 
never felt anything like exquisite sensations he was creating. 
Her inner muscles contracted as she peaked. He began to thrust
harder and she climaxed again. She was gasping for air. When he 
increased his pace, the waves of pleasure became almost constant. 
Her body went rigid and she heard Mulder yell her name.
 
When she opened her eyes again, Mulder was still over her,
but he was motionless except for his ragged breathing. He 
helped her put her legs back down and then he leaned closer,
smiled and kissed her. As she returned his tender kiss the sounds 
of the movie began to filter through the rushing noise in her 
ears. She giggled into Mulder's mouth. He pulled back and 
looked at her, his eyebrows raised. She giggled even harder.

"It's the movie, Mulder, I'm sorry," she gasped.

Without getting up, Mulder grabbed the remote from the coffee 
table, stopped the movie and turned the TV off.

"I guess we should have turned it off earlier. Better?"

She nodded, still trying to catch breath.

"You know, Scully, it doesn't do wonders for a guy's self-esteem
when the woman he loves starts giggling uncontrollably after they 
have sex for the first time."

"I'm sorry, Mulder. I don't think I have to tell you that the sex
was wonderful. In fact, I would describe it as *extremely* sound. 
It was the movie, I swear."

"You weren't laughing earlier," he pointed out.

"I guess I have a confession to make," she admitted.

"Oh yeah?" he looked interested. He rolled them onto their sides
and let his hands wander over her soft skin while he waited for 
her explanation.

She reached out and stroked hair as she told him about the party 
during med school, and how she felt like she had finally fit in 
after that.

"And now," she continued, "apparently, another adult film has 
played a pivotal role in my life."

"I can see it now," Mulder laughed. "You can hit the talk show
circuit with your new book 'Pornography: A Misunderstood Art'
or maybe 'How Fuck Films Changed my Life' by Dana Scully, M.D."

"You're never going to let me live this down, are you, Mulder?" 
she sighed.

"Come on, Scully, this is my dream come true. My beautiful 
partner throws herself at me and tells me that she wants to be
fucked--by me, I can't forget that, it was my favourite part. 
Then to top it off she tells me that pornography is very 
important to her. You don't really expect me not to be happy 
about this, do you?"

"If you breathe a word of this to my mother..." she warned.

"Moi?" Mulder feigned shock. " Of course not! But it'll certainly 
give me and Bill Jr. something to talk about." 


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