Title: Pretense

Author: Andrea

Category: MSR, Scully POV

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: M&S belong to CC et al.

Spoilers: none

Archiving: I'd be honoured.

Feedback: I'd love to know what anyone and everyone thinks of 
this story. ardywyn@hotmail.com

Notes: A heartfelt thank you to Dan for the beta and the
inspiration.

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I cannot believe that Mulder is in bed with me under this 
pretense. I was on my feet all night doing autopsies on the three
bodies that Mulder had uncovered on our latest case.

It wasn't hard to convince him to help me out. I just told him
that my ass was very sore and I wanted him to rub it for me so
that I could get back to sleep. I mentioned that I was cold too.
He raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth twitched, but
he didn't say anything. He just nodded.

So, here I am, lying on my left side in my silk pajamas. They are
summer pajamas with short sleeves and boxer-type bottoms. The 
room is very dark because I have pulled the blind and drawn the 
curtains in an attempt to keep the daylight from convincing my 
brain that I should be awake. I can't see Mulder, but I can hear
him removing his t-shirt and jeans. They fall to the floor beside
the bed.

The bed dips as he slides in beside me.

"So you want me to rub your ass?" he asks as if he doesn't quite
believe me.

"Yes, please," I answer quietly. I can feel the heat radiating 
from his body as he moves closer to me.

"Like this?" he asks as I feel his large warm hand close over my
right cheek through my pajamas.

"Mmm," I sigh. The ache in my ass begins to wane as his fingers
work my flesh. My feet are drawn to the warmth of his legs.

"Your feet are like icicles," he says softly as they come to rest 
on his shins.

"I know," is all I say.

As he continues to massage me his fingers wander perilously close
to the juncture of my legs.

Does he know that this is what I really wanted? Does he know that
despite the fact that my ass honestly does hurt, it was his touch
that I craved?

Neither of us speak as his fingers manipulate my muscles. Rolling
a little more onto to my stomach, I allow him some access to my
left cheek. He begins to massage it as best he can.

The boxer bottoms of my pajamas have ridden up and now he is 
caressing my skin directly. It feels glorious.

"Is that better?" he inquires quietly.

"It still hurts," I tell a half-truth. I *am* feeling much better
and I am definitely warmer thanks to his strong hands working
their magic, but my ass still does hurt a bit.

As his hand drifts a little further between my thighs a crash 
from the room beside us makes me jump.

Mulder says nothing. The noise does not deter him from his task
of kneading my muscles. I relax again as his hand now roams in 
the direction of my hip. When his fingers press against my 
hipbone, I feel a wave of heat start in my belly and travel
immediately between my legs. Then a soft sigh escapes my lips. I
wonder if he has even heard it. He must have, because he tugs on 
my hip more firmly, urging me onto my back.

Moaning softly, I betray my true feelings. His breathing has 
become more ragged. It gives me some satisfaction to know that
I am not the only one who is enjoying this.

Just as Mulder's fingers begin to slip up the front of my shorts
I hear another crash followed by some giggling. It makes me tense
up again.

Trying to ignore the disturbance, I focus on Mulder's fingers. He 
is teasing the soft skin where my legs join my torso. No longer
caring if he knows my intentions, I part my legs. But he is 
content to tease me further and it seems like an eternity before
his hand slips between my legs and cups me. My hips raise off of 
the bed involuntarily to meet his hand.

With the strip of fabric between my legs pushed aside, his 
fingers explore my soft curls and I spread my legs for him 
even further. Still no words are spoken, but our breathing seems
loud in the darkness.

There can be no question left in his mind when he dips a finger
into me. I am very wet. He then deftly takes my moisture and 
spreads in onto my clit. Gasping at the sensation, my hips are
off of the mattress again.

I am laid bare before him. All pretense has vanished. He now
knows the real reason that I asked him to get into bed with me.
He must have known from the outset, I realize, as I remember the
smile he tried to suppress. Can he read me that easily? Am I no
longer a mystery to him?

These thoughts flutter away as he slips two fingers into me. He 
lets them glide in and out of me several times before moving them
back to my now swollen clit. He is circling it, barely touching 
it, but I can feel my climax beginning to build.

As I try to focus on the sensations that he is creating in me,
another loud bang and some laughing startle me yet again.

Mulder lets out a long sigh and then slips out of the bed. I can
hear him pulling on his jeans. When he opens the door, the light 
from the hallway blinds me until he pulls the door closed behind 
him again.

I hear him open the door to the adjacent room.

"I thought that I asked you guys to be quiet?" His question is
met with silence.

"You know that Mom was up all night working," he continued.

Small voices reply, but I can't make out what they are saying
exactly.

"I'm trying to help her get back to sleep, so take your video
game and hook it up to the TV downstairs," he instructs.

"But Dad," the two voices complain in unison.

"Now," he says firmly.

Next I hear some shuffling and muttering as Mulder's instructions
are grudgingly carried out. While he is out of the room, I take
the opportunity to unbutton my pajama top.

The light from the hallway dazzles my eyes once more and Mulder
is in bed with me again almost instantly.

"We should have at least 15 minutes of peace," he says as he
slides towards me.

"Mmm," I answer him.

"You know, Scully, if you would just get some carpeting we 
wouldn't hear the game controllers every time they fall to the
floor," Mulder points out.

"I like the hardwood." We have had this debate many times in the 
past.

As his hand skims over me, he discovers the skin that I have 
exposed for him.

"Are you trying to tell me that your breasts are sore too?" he
chuckles.

"Mmm," I say as I snuggle a little closer to him. "I am."


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