Title: Words of Advice

Author: Andrea

Rated: NC-17

Category: MSR, Mulder POV

Disclaimer: If they were mine they would have done this in the movie

Spoilers: Triangle sort of...

Notes: This was one of the first fics I ever wrote, so it has
a special place in my heart. I know it's a little rough, but
try to overlook that, please. 

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It was late on a Friday afternoon, and the halls at the bureau were 
quickly becoming deserted. Down in the basement where the office of 
Special Agent Fox Mulder was located, it was almost always deserted. 
So, Scully looked up in surprise when Mulder got up from his desk 
and closed and locked the office door. Sitting in a chair in front 
of his desk, she looked at him with one eyebrow raised as he walked 
back to his chair to sit down.

"What?" he answered the eyebrow.

"This must be pretty important if you're locking the door," she 
noted.

He took a deep breath, "I need your advice on a personal matter."

The eyebrow shot up again.

"My advice? Is this a health concern?"

"Not your professional advice, Scully, your advice as my friend."

"Okay," she said sounding a little skeptical.

"You do consider us friends, don't you?"

"You are my best friend, Mulder. What kind of advice did you 
want?"

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing," he paused for a moment, 
"It's about a woman."

"I really don't think I'm the person to be giving advice on 
matters of the heart, Mulder. I haven't exactly been wowing them 
with my conquests," she chuckled.

Mulder smiled, "Only because you haven't tried. You don't even 
notice all the tongues hanging out, do you?"

"I guess I've had other things on my mind." He noticed a blush 
starting to creep up her neck. "But, seriously, Mulder, if I don't
notice stuff like that, do you really think I'm the right person 
to be seeking advice from?"

"The advice is actually about how women think, that's what I need 
help with," he ploughed ahead.

"I don't think that I think like most women, either, Mulder."

"Maybe in some ways, but deep down all women tend to think pretty 
much the same."

The eyebrow shot up again.

"I'm not trying to be sexist or to stereotype women, Scully, give 
me some credit."

"Oh right, your video collection momentarily blinded me to your 
overwhelming respect for the fairer sex," she said dryly.

"Look, Scully, if you don't want to help me here, just say so," 
Mulder was beginning to think he'd made a big mistake.

"I didn't say that I didn't want to help you, I'm just saying your 
lack of respect for women is fairly legendary around here," she 
pointed out.

"Do you think I don't respect you?" he asked quietly.

"Of course I think you respect me, Mulder, but we're partners, you 
know me. I'm talking about women on the whole. We could debate this 
all day. What did you want to ask?"

"Would that stop some women from being attracted to me?"

"I think it might, Mulder."

"What about you?" he asked tentatively.

"Well, if I knew someone who had a reputation like you do and he 
asked me out, I'd think that he was only after one thing," she
admitted.

"But you know me, Scully, would you still think that?"

"No, but we're not talking about me."


"Well, let's just say I've got a clean slate then. I've wanted to 
tell this woman how much I'm in love with her for a long time, but 
I am terrified she won't take me seriously."

Mulder watched Scully's face as she processed what he's said. He
could tell that she was surprised, even though she was trying to
remain expressionless.

"Why do you think that she won't take you seriously?"

Mulder looked at his hands, "Well I've tried to tell her before 
and she always just laughs it off."

"Perhaps if you didn't flirt with everything in a skirt, Mulder, 
she might take you more seriously," she pointed out.

"You think she thinks that I'm just flirting with her?"

"I can't know what someone else is thinking, but that's what I 
would assume," she informed him. "If you behave around her even 
remotely close to how you behave around me and you said anything 
like that, she would probably just assume it was more of your 
incessant sexual banter."

"Incessant?" Mulder asked quietly.

Scully shrugged, "After a while a person just tunes it out, Mulder."

"Okay, so I've desensitized her with innuendo. How can I get her 
to take me seriously?"

Scully sighed, "Oh, I don't know, Mulder, try talking to her 
seriously, no innuendo, no banter, no off-colour remarks."

"You mean, like we are now?"

"Yes, like we are now," she nodded.

"So, if we were having a conversation like this and then I told 
her that I loved her, she would take me seriously?"

"I can only speak for myself, Mulder, but yes, I think she 
would."

He nodded his head slowly and took a deep breath, "I love you, 
Scully."

Scully laughed, "You see, Mulder..." she started to say.

His heart sank, fearing that he was never going to be able to 
convince her. But then he heard her breath catch in her throat. 

"Oh my...okay...are you really serious?"

"I've never been more serious in my life."

Mulder watched as Scully tried to calmly move a strand of her hair 
behind her ear, but her trembling hand betrayed her true feelings. 
The blush that had started to creep up her neck had suddenly 
ambushed her cheeks.

Mulder hadn't expected this reaction. He had convinced himself 
that she would still turn him down, but gently, not wanting to 
wound him too badly. Getting up, he walked around the desk, took 
her trembling hand and helped her to her feet. She was looking up 
at him, her eyes wide. Pulling her close, he looked into her eyes.
They had taken on a haziness and her pupils were dilated. She was 
leaning into him, her hips forward.

"I love you, Scully," he repeated himself as he leaned in to kiss 
her. Taking the kiss open-mouthed, her tongue searched for his. The 
kiss quickly intensified. When he felt his erection pressing into 
her belly, Mulder worried that she might be offended that he had 
become so aroused, so quickly. 

Her hand left his back and he felt her begin to caress and squeeze 
his ass, pulling his erection more firmly into her belly. He 
brought one of his hands around and began to squeeze her breast. 
She moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss. Bringing his 
other hand around, he unbuttoned her jacket. Sliding it off her 
shoulders, he let it fall to the floor. When he put his hand to her 
breast again, he could feel her nipple through her bra and blouse. 
She moaned again at his touch. 

It was then that he realized that she had removed his tie and was 
unbuttoning his shirt. Things were moving along far more quickly 
than he had anticipated. He was popping the buttons of her blouse 
and they really still hadn't pulled out of their original kiss. 
They had only jockied for position, allowing the occasional 
breath.

Scully laughed into his mouth when they got tangled up, trying to 
remove each other's shirt. He had never felt anything that good or 
that right before. Her sultry laugh into his open mouth flooded 
him with an even more powerful desire to make love to her.  As he 
began to hike up her skirt, he realized his pants were around his 
ankles.

Stepping out of his shoes, he pushed them aside, then stepped out 
of his pants and kicked them across the room. He groaned when he 
felt Scully's hand on his cock through his boxers. She made a 
sultry, contented noise in her throat as she stroked him. Reaching 
through the opening in his boxers, she gently pulled out his 
throbbing cock. 

When she began to cradle his balls, he groaned again. Then he 
became aware of the fact that he had Scully's panties in his hand, 
but he couldn't remember taking them off.  Dropping them, he gently 
reached between her legs. He could feel how hot and wet she was. 
As he caressed her, she moaned into his mouth again. He didn't think 
he would ever tire of that sensation. 

He picked her up and she put her legs around his waist and tried to 
think of where he could put her.

"Your desk," she said without pulling out of the kiss.

She made the sultry contented noise into his mouth again when he 
cleared his desk with one swipe. Setting her down gently, he eased 
her onto his desk, finally had to pull out of their first kiss when 
he straightened up. Her lips appeared even more lush than usual; her 
eyes heavily hooded.

"Jesus, you are beautiful, Scully," he said as he pulled her hips 
off of the desk.

He slowly slid his cock into her.

"Jesus Christ" he almost growled. His head was swimming. "My God, 
Scully, you feel incredible, so hot, so tight and so wet," and he 
groaned again as he began to slowly glide in and out of her.

"Oh God, Mulder," she sighed. "It feels so amazing. I love how it 
feels having you inside of me."

He was trying to resist the urge to increase his pace; he had 
wanted this for so long that he wanted to savour it.

"Oh God, Mulder, faster, please, faster," she panted.

"Want to savour you, want this to last forever," he told her 
breathlessly.

"You'll have the rest of our lives to savour me," she told him.

"If I go faster now, will you let me savour you later?"

"I promise. Please Mulder!"

He began to thrust hard and fast and Scully's moaning immediately 
became more high pitched. Using his thumb, Mulder felt for her 
clitoris, knowing when he had found it because it was so swollen. 
Scully gasped when he grazed it. He felt her internal muscles 
begin to ripple and her moans became more like wails. She clutched 
at his arms and her head was thrashing back and forth. He knew that 
he would be going over the edge soon, so he put more pressure on 
her clit and her body instantly went taut. Digging her nails into 
his forearms, she rolled her head back. Her muscles tugged at him 
and rippled furiously around him, maximizing his pleasure as his 
orgasm surged through him.

Her body was quaking and pitching and Mulder was vaguely aware 
that she had called his name. When he had regained some control, 
he leaned over her and began to kiss her again.

"I really wasn't intending to make love here, you know, Scully," 
he told her as he continued to kiss her.

She was stroking his hair and his face as she returned his 
kisses.
"I was only partially aware of where we were," she smiled softly 
at him, "But I didn't really care."

"I hoped you might not totally hate me, but I never hoped in my 
wildest dreams, well, maybe in my wildest dreams, that you felt 
even a tenth of what I felt for you," he told her as he nibbled
her neck.

"I have wanted you to do that for so long, Mulder," she told him.

"They why did you always laugh me off," he was puzzled.

"I already told you. I thought it was part of the sexual banter. 
Oh and," she smacked his arm, "That's for letting me think that
you were in love with someone else."

"Sorry. It was just for a few minutes, but at least I got you to 
take me seriously finally," he apologized.

"I'm only going to forgive because I love you so much," she 
lifted his head to kiss him gently. "Now let's clean up this mess. 
Then I'd like to go to my apartment so you can savour me."

"Scully?" He asked as he was putting his things back on his desk. 
She had put her blouse back on and was buttoning it up.

"Mmm hmm?" she looked up at him.

"I hope this isn't moving too fast for you, but I was really hoping 
that I wouldn't have to spend another night alone."

"If you try to leave, I'll handcuff you to my bed," she quirked an 
eyebrow at him.

A big grin spread across his face.

"Okay, I won't leave,but can we still do the handcuff thing 
sometime?"

She laughed, "That and a whole lot more."

"Whew, Frohike was right. You are hot!"

She just smiled mischievously and tossed him his shirt. They had 
everything back in order when someone tried the door and then 
knocked.

"Yes?" Mulder called.

"It's Skinner. I need to talk to you."

"Do I look alright?" Scully whispered as she smoothed her hair. 
Using her thumb, she wiped some lipstick off of Mulder's lips.
Nodding, he went to the door and opened it. Skinner strode into 
the office.

"Oh, hello, Agent Scully. I didn't realize that you were both 
still here."

"We were looking at some material that the bureau might frown at;
some documents that I got by less than standard methods," he made 
up an excuse for Skinner.

"It's a good thing you locked the door then, because if you ever 
got caught doing anything like that, I think that would be it for 
your careers. I won't be able to pull your asses out of the fire 
anymore."

Mulder laughed, "I bet most male-female agent pairs worry about 
getting caught doing other things."

"If you two were only that easy, it would make my life a lot 
simpler," Skinner shook his head.

Mulder noticed that since Skinner had come into the office Scully 
had been very quiet and seemed preoccupied.

"Was there something I could help you with, sir?" Mulder asked as 
he walked back to his desk.  It was then that he saw why Scully 
had been so distracted. Her panties were on the floor, partially 
under his desk.  He stopped and sat on the corner of his desk, 
trying to hide her underwear with his shoe.

Skinner shrugged, "I haven't seen many requests for travel from 
you two across my desk recently, so I was just wondering what you 
were up to."

"And you thought we would still be here at 5:30 on a Friday 
afternoon. God, we're pathetic, Mulder." It was the first thing 
that Scully had said since Skinner came into the office.

"Actually, Agent Scully, I thought only Mulder was this pathetic," 
Skinner smiled.

"Oh, thank you, sir," Mulder said, ruefully, "Anyway, I guess 
Scully and I have made good work of all the mutants, aliens and 
government conspirators. I haven't seen much worth looking into 
recently."

"If there isn't more activity down here soon, I think you will 
both be reassigned," he informed them.

Mulder glanced at Scully. She was biting her lip. Apparently 
Skinner's comment about 'more activity' had struck her as much as 
it had him. He couldn't stop himself from grinning at the 
expression on her face.

"I'm serious here, Agent Mulder. Either pick up your case load or 
the x-files will be shut down, and you will probably be reassigned,
separately!"

"I'm sorry, sir. But to do that, I may have to go back to less 
traditional methods of investigation."

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I'll see you two 
Monday morning. Enjoy your weekend."

"I plan to sir, thank you," Mulder called behind him as he left.
Then he bent over to picked up her panties.

"Looking for these?" he grinned at her, stuffing them into his 
pocket. "Let's stop by my place so I can pick up a few a few 
things. I don't want to wait longer than I have to savour you 
again." Mulder was pulling her by the hand.

"What about my car?" she asked.

"We'll worry about that later," he told her.

"I think there are a lot of other things to worry about, Mulder."

"Well, in the words of our esteemed assistant director, we'll 
cross that bridge when we get to it."


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