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He is standing, lean and tall, with his right hip resting up against the counter. His black boxer briefs are hanging loosely on his hips, having been pulled at, aggressively, the evening prior. He holds a bowl with wet pancake mix in his left hand and stirs it absentmindedly with his right. He turns to look at the bedroom door and his mind flashes images of her skin, her face, her eyes, her…
There’s a knock at the door.
He jumps and almost drops the bowl onto the floor.
Another knock, impatient and firm.
Not wanting to go into the bedroom and wake her, he shrugs his shoulders and walks to the door in only his underwear.
“Would it have killed you to put on some pants, Agent Mulder?” Skinner says as he pushes past him and walks into the apartment uninvited.
“It’s Sunday sir, I don’t care for pants on Sundays.”
Skinner looks like he’s about to retort but lets out a deep sigh while observing the mess in the kitchen.
“Am I interrupting something Agent Mulder?”
He winces when he notices he’s already laid out two plates and two mugs for coffee.
“Oh, that, yeah, I invited Scully over for breakfast, she should be here any minute.”
He watches his boss look around the room, searching for clues to help break down the poor excuse for a lie that just left his lips.
“Does Agent Scully also believe in no pants Sunday?” Skinner says with a clipped tone.
“Of course not sir.”
At that exact moment, a fully naked Scully emerges out of the bedroom. His eyes shoot up in a panic and she stills, frozen in the doorway, when she sees Skinner’s back to her.
“Well that is a relief,” Skinner says, relaxing his shoulders. “I must admit, I’m surprised Agent Scully doesn’t keep her Sundays for herself.”
He swallows hard when he sees a small smirk take over, replacing the flush of her cheeks. He watches, half in horror, and half in absolute awe, as she brings her hands to her chest and begins pulling and pinching at her nipples. He shoots his eyes up to meet hers and watches as she bites her bottom lip.
“Oh she usually does,” Mulder says, his voice cracking slightly when Scully brings a nipple close to her mouth and licks it with her tongue. “I…uhh…I’m sorry sir, did you need something? I promised Scully we wouldn’t talk shop over breakfast and I’d like to keep that promise.”
“Agent Scully is coming here…socially then?” Skinner asks firmly.
“Yes sir. I just wanted to do something nice for her seeing as we’ve been traveling so much recently.”
Skinner nodded his head slightly and looked out towards the window. Taking a chance, he moved his eyes back to the doorway of his bedroom and found that his partner’s fingers had now moved to her core. The moment she knew he was watching, she slipped two fingers over her clit and then inserted them into her wetness.
He let out a strangled cough.
“Are you OK Agent Mulder?” Skinner says, turning dangerously close to the bedroom.
“YES! FINE SIR!” Mulder yells, grabbing his boss by the arm and pulling him into the kitchen. “Mug of coffee?” He offers, biting down on his cheek and willing his cock to behave.
“Not if you brewed it Mulder, no.”
“So,” he says, moving slightly closer to the counter so he could see back to the doorway of the bedroom. She’s turned her body around and he watches as she grabs her ass cheeks, jiggles them slightly, and lets them drop back down. Her head turns over her shoulder and she winks. “What did you need that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
“I’ve gotten some complaints recently.” Skinner says, looking suddenly uncomfortable.
“Sir?”
“Agent Mulder I don’t want to make things uncomfortable here, but seeing as you’ve been in your underwear this entire time, and don’t seem to have any plans to apply pants, I suppose we're already there. Some of your colleagues have filed official complaints against you and Agent Scully.”
“For what?” Mulder says, instantly defensive. He could give a fuck what people thought of him, but her? He had zero tolerance for any kind of “complaint” someone would have against her.
“Inappropriate contact.”
He looks over Skinner’s shoulder to see if she’s heard. He watches as she brings a wet and sticky finger up to her mouth. She gestures a middle finger and then brings it into her mouth and sucks. A laugh rumbles up through his belly but he holds it down.
“Simply put, you’ve got some folks in the building who are uncomfortable with how much unnecessary touching behavior occurs between you and Agent Scully.”
“Unnecessary touching behavior?” He echos back.
“Don’t make me spell it out Mulder, okay? Just try to work in a bit more personal space. I know you two have…” Skinner stops, trying to find the right term but it’s as if he can’t quite use a single word to make sense of them. “I know you have a closeness and I’ve learned to let it be because you work so damn well together, but when it starts to interfere with other people’s job performance…”
He stops listening when he notices Scully place her hands high up on the door frame, her legs also spread slightly. She pouts her lips and mouths “please come fuck me.” He pinches his eyes shut and thinks of the grossest thing his mind can conjure. It’s worthless, however, as all he sees is her underneath him. After three weeks of sweet, soul filled love making, they’d finally played a bit dirty the night before, and his mouth is watering at the thought of it.
“Mulder?” Skinner said, breaking his thought. “Am I understood?”
He flicks his eyes open and looks directly at her. She shivers under the intensity of his eyes which have darkened a full shade.
“Yes sir, clearly. I’ll have a discussion with Agent Scully about our behavior. It won’t be an issue again.”
Skinner looks surprised but decides to leave it alone, he appreciates avoiding Mulder’s typical challenge of authority.
“Thank you for your understanding, Agent.” Skinner says, finally walking towards the door.
He sees her disappear into the bedroom just in time to not be seen and he lets out a breath.
When Skinner is finally out the door he walks to the bedroom and finds her laid across the bed, still gloriously naked, giggling at him.
“Come here,” he demands, with a small smirk on his lips. He sits on the edge of the bed and she crawls to him. He moves her up on all fours and arranges her across his lap. His large hand smooths over one of her ass cheeks and she leans into it.
“We need to have a talk about your behavior,” he says sternly.
“My behavior?” She says with a gasp of surprise. “You’re the one who doesn’t respect my personal space at work.”
His hand comes down and slaps her ass, hard. She moans as the front half of her body falls down onto the bed, bringing her ass higher up into the air.
“That’s because people need to know who you belong to.”
She almost purrs and he is suddenly beyond grateful that she admitted this particular kink to him the night before.
“Yes Mulder,” she whispers.
SMACK.
“YES! I’m yours, only yours.” She cries out.
His fingers move to sooth her cheek and then move down to her wetness. He slowly slides a single finger in and pumps it softly.
“You wanted him to see didn’t you?” He teases as she moves her body back against his hand. “Wanted to show off your tits and that perfect little pink pussy. Show how wet you get.”
“Yes!” She wines, her breath catching.
He pulls out his finger suddenly and brings a strong palm to her ass.
SMACK.
“Bad girl. This belongs to me, do you understand?” His voice is so low he barely recognizes himself.
“Yes,” she says, sounding dangerously close to an orgasm.
“Do you need a reminder?” He offers, smoothing his hand over her thighs.
“Yes, please!”
The sound of her begging makes his cock ache so deeply it begins to feel painful.
In an instant he picks her up and tosses her on the bed. He brings his hands to her knees and separates her legs. With a quick look confirming she is still wanting, he moves down and places his mouth to her clit. He sucks it between his lips and slides two fingers inside feeling her spongy walls already starting to contract.
She cries out, so loud he worries about the neighbors.
She comes apart quickly.
As his fingers feel her walls calm, he brings his other hand up and starts to use his thumb against her clit.
“Mulder!” She cries.
“Don’t stop, keep coming for me, Scully.”
She groans but doesn’t push him away. He sees her face scrunch up, willing her body to let go again.
“Keep coming Scully, be a good girl and keep coming on my fingers.”
She shouts again.
“Good girl, good girl, you’re doing so good.”
“Fuck!” The shout rips out of her and her hips buck so high he has to move up with her.
“That’s right, that’s right,” he mumbles into her thigh, finally slowing his fingers.
She pants and tosses her arms over her eyes.
He kisses all round her thighs, leaving some little licks along the way that make her shudder. He moves her to the side just for a moment and plants small kisses on the red flesh of her ass cheek. When he rolls her back he sees her watching him.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“How was that?” He says, a bit of shyness slipping into his expression.
“Not sure you can top it,” she says, honestly.
“Not even with pancakes and no pants Sunday?” He says, getting her to giggle under his weight as he crawls up her body.
“Can I have chocolate chips in my pancakes?” She asks.
He looks down at her, startled, and his heart pumps hard. The fact that she asked, that she asked for something she wanted, even something as simple as chocolate chips, was a surprise.
She looks at him like she understands the weight of her small request. She’s ready to rely on him for the little things, the normal things, the everyday things. And it’s about damn time.
“You can have whatever you want Scully,” he mumbles into her neck, finding his favorite spot to kiss and mark her.
“Careful Mulder,” she teases, pushing her sticky center up into his groin. “That kind of promise could lead to more unnecessary touching behavior.”
“Mmm,” he responds, “my absolute favorite kind.”
She giggles as he begins tickling her sides and blowing raspberries on her neck.
They return to work with their best behavior.
And a new lock for the basement door.
