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Bad 
by Lovesfox (lovesfox@rogers.com)

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Mulder could only grunt in response, nodding his head frantically, his eyes never leaving her, 
and as she straightened, her answering smile was slow and wicked.  She lifted one foot, still 
clad in those 'fuck-me' shoes that emphasized her beautiful calves and had made all the other 
agents stare at her legs, encased in sheer black panty hose, and stepped over his out-stretched 
legs so that she was standing straddled over them.  The motion of her leg as she moved it had 
lifted her skirt a little higher and the brief flash of white skin was enough to show him that 
the panty hose were actually stockings. 

Stockings.  Oh, God, she was wearing stockings.  His fevered brain wondered if there were 
garters too. Oh, please God, let there be garters.

His sudden erection tented his dress pants and he barely contained his whimper when she gently 
lowered herself to sit on his thighs.  His hands had automatically lifted out of her way as she 
sat, and he held them in the air for a moment, unsure of where to put them.  He finally settled 
them on her hips, his hands splayed so that his fingers just brushed the cheeks of her ass. 

"Am I too heavy for you, Mulder?" she asked.  Her voice was husky, and sent shivers through 
his body.  "Should I move?"

"Uhhh..." he groaned, shaking his head in a quick, negative move. 

One of Scully's hands went to his tie, just below the knot, and lifted the silk, running it 
through her fingers slowly.  As it reached the end, she dropped it and it landed softly on the 
bulge in his pants, which twitched in reaction.  Both hands went to the knot this time, and 
deftly undid it, pulling on one end so that it ran through his shirt collar with a slithering 
sound.  She tossed it behind her, and then undid the top two buttons of his shirt.  Her hands 
then went to his waistband, and he held his breath as they came so close to his throbbing 
penis, but she merely pulled his shirt free from his pants.  Twisting to first one side and 
then the other, she unbuttoned each sleeve as his hands remained on her hips.  Next she moved 
to his shirtfront, and slowly began on each button there.  After the last one, she flicked the 
shirttails so that they parted, baring part of his chest.

Scully lifted her hands to flatten her palms on his pectorals, and slowly pushed his shirt open 
further.  She slid her hands down to his stomach, using her fingernails to scratch lightly at 
his skin.  The muscles in his stomach jumped at the contact, his penis twitching once again.  
Her nimble fingers were pulling at his belt buckle, and he stared down at them in fascination, 
just now noticing her nails were painted a bright screaming red.  The belt undone, she moved 
to the button of his pants, popping it free, before her hands went to the zipper.  Mulder knew 
she could not miss the bulge of his erection, it was practically pointing in her face.  She said 
nothing, however, just concentrated on her task, her tongue darting out to lick her red lips 
again.  

He groaned, suddenly picturing those lips lowering to wrap around his cock, sliding up and 
down...

Her hand was on his erection then, having unzipped his pants and moved inside the hole of his 
boxers, and he bucked upwards at the contact.  It felt like a soft, silky glove encasing his 
hard, aching flesh, and he nearly unseated her from his lap.  She laughed softly and bent close 
to his ear to whisper, "Is that bad, Mulder?"

"Oh, yeah, that's so...ba-AD!" his voice rose on the end because she had flicked her thumb over 
the head of his penis.  "Scuh-lee," he gasped, and she stopped her exquisite torture, her hand 
leaving him to slide up his chest.  He panted breaths in and out, twitching spasmodically.  She 
scratched his nipple, which had already pebbled into hardness when she undid his belt buckle, 
with her nail, and then bent to touch it with the tip of her tongue.  Her hand moved to toy with 
the other nipple as her mouth covered the first one.  She alternated between sucking it and 
lathing it with her tongue.  His head dropped back, feeling too heavy to hold up, and he moaned.

He could not stop the restless movements of his hips, and his cock was aching unbearably.  He 
lifted one hand from her hip, realizing he had been squeezing her quite hard, although she had 
said nothing, and moved to grasp his cock, wanting to stroke away that ache.  Her free hand came 
down to grab his, pulling it away before he could do more then barely touch his flesh.  Mouth 
leaving his nipple, she stretched up slightly to coo in his ear, "I didn't say you could be bad, 
Mulder."  Her hand let go of his and gripped his hardness firmly, squeezing it rhythmically.  
"Now behave."

Her hand slid away from his penis again, and he moaned his disappointment.  Her mouth returned 
to his chest, switching to the other nipple, worrying it with her teeth.  He gripped her hips 
again, trying to regain some composure, to tease her as she was unmercifully teasing him.  Pushing 
her down onto his leg, he tensed his thigh muscle and lifted at the same time, to grind into her 
pelvis.

She actually moved her hips slightly back and forth for a second, increasing the friction, before 
her hands came down to grasp his wrists.  Pulling his hands from her hips, she brought them down 
to his sides.  Her mouth pulled from his nipple with a wet, popping sound and she made a tsk-ing 
noise in her throat.  "Mulder, do I have to get the handcuffs out?"

"Uhhhhh..." he groaned and shook his head slightly.  "I'll be good, I promise," he replied, his 
voice hoarse, lifting his head to stare earnestly into her eyes.  

She laughed then, and it was wicked.  "Mmmmm, yes," she said.  "You will be good."

She stood then and stepped back, and he panicked, thinking she was going to leave.  She wouldn't, 
would she?  Not after that statement.  She couldn't.  Was this what she meant by being bad?  To 
tease him into unbelievable hardness and leave him? He opened his mouth, prepared to beg.

Scully knelt before him, and he could see down her blousy shirt, into her shadowy cleavage again. 
Pulling his shoes off, she laid them to the side and then peeled off his socks, her hands stroking 
his feet as she did.  The motion had never been so erotic.  Raising herself up, still on her knees, 
she fisted her hands in the waistband of his pants, yanking them downwards.  Mulder lifted his hips 
from the chair without prompting to help her and she whispered, "Good boy."  Her hands came back 
after she had folded his pants neatly and laid them on his shoes, and rested on his abdomen.  He 
tensed, his muscles jumping, and she ran her fingers under his boxers, sliding them back and forth 
for a moment before pulling the cotton down.  The band snapped over his erection, and he thrust 
upwards, which enabled her to drag them past his hips.  The boxers too were neatly folded, and 
joined his pants.

Scully stood then, and with another wicked smile, reached beneath her skirt.  She shimmied her 
hips slightly and then bent at the waist, tugging a scrap of lace and silk down and off her legs. 
Stepping forward again, she resumed her perch on his now naked lap.  His penis jutted proudly 
upwards, bobbing slightly with each of his heartbeats.  She stared down at it, an appraising look 
on her face.  "Very impressive, Mulder."

He felt an enormous swell of pride as she looked at him with pleasure, and his penis twitched in 
reaction at her study.  She still held the wisp of her panties in one hand, and now she brought 
them to his penis.  Wrapping the panties around him, she began to stroke slowly up and down.  The 
friction from the combination of itchy lace and cool silk was mind-blowing and he flung his head 
back again, unable to control the moans escaping his mouth.  "Scully, oh God, Scully, ohhhh..."

His hands were clenching the bottom of the chair tightly, to stop him from grabbing her and lifting 
her to plunge her onto his hardness.  Unable to stop his thrusts, he was thankful Scully did not 
chastise him.  

She continued her exquisite ministrations and Mulder could feel the pleasure building and building.  
He was half-afraid he would come like this, and he did not want to.  When he came, he wanted to be 
buried so deep inside Scully that it would be like he was never going to leave.  He raised his head, 
opening his mouth to tell her she had to stop, but he was distracted by something.  

There was a mirror on the wall directly across from them, over a small dresser.  He could only 
see Scully's back, and his bare knees.  Her body was swaying lightly with her exertions, and with
stunning clarity he saw in his mind Scully astride his lap, facing the mirror, his hands on her 
hips as he guided her up and down his shaft.

Scully seemed to sense something and she lifted her gaze from where she had been watching her hand 
stroke his penis.  She turned her head to see what he was staring at, hand pausing, and inhaled 
sharply.  "Why, Mulder, are you having bad thoughts?" she purred. 

"No, Scully," he replied hoarsely.  "I'm having good thoughts."

"Are they Mulder?" Scully said, turning her head back to capture his eyes with hers.  Her hand 
squeezed him once, through the panties.

"Oh, yes, they're good, Scully.  Really, really good," he gasped.

"Tell me," she whispered.  "Or better yet, show me."

Mulder nodded frantically.  "You need...you need to stand up for a second Scully."  When she complied,
he continued.  "Can you turn around, Scully?"  She did, silently.  He sat up straight, his hands 
coming to the waistband of her skirt.  He hesitated, waiting to see if she would stop him, but she 
did nothing.  With one hand he unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt and then using both hands, eased 
it down her hips.  She helped him by lifting each foot one at a time and then kicking the skirt 
away.     

He sucked in his breath harshly.  She was wearing garters.  Black ones that made the paleness of 
her ass cheeks seem white as snow.  She started to bend down to take off her shoes, and he said 
quickly, "Leave the shoes on.  Please?"  She straightened again, her back still to him.  He stared 
at the beauty before him for long moments before returning his hands to her hips.  He pulled lightly 
and she stepped back, again straddling his legs.  With another light tug, he guided her over his 
straining shaft.  Her hand came down to assist, and he impaled her.  They both gasped at the contact,
and Mulder gave Scully a second to adjust to the fullness inside of her.

He leaned in, his lips nuzzling at her shoulder, her neck.  "Look in the mirror, Scully," he said.  
Raising his eyes, he met hers there.  His hands came around her and slowly worked at the buttons 
of her blouse.  There were only three done up, and in seconds he was parting the material to reveal
the black lace cups of her bra.  He watched his hands in the mirror as they came up to cup her 
breasts through the bra, feeling the hardness of her erect nipples through the cloth.  He squeezed, 
and Scully threw her head back, the strands of her hair tickling his face and shoulders.  His hands 
left her breasts and went to her arms to push her blouse off.  It fluttered to the floor and he 
returned to his previous task, his fingers teasing her nipples, pinching them through the lacy 
material.  Giving the firm mounds one last squeeze, he then slid his hands down her ribcage to her 
hips.  He clamped them firmly and began to lift her up and down, sliding her wet heat along his hard 
shaft.

"Ooohhh...look in the...mirror, Scully!" he groaned, feeling the sweat slide down from his hairline, 
trying to keep his eyes focused on the vision in the mirror.  Scully wearing only a bra, garters and 
hose, and her fuck-me shoes.  He would keep this image in his head for a very long time.  

Scully lifted her head and opened her eyes, meeting his in the mirror again.  The irises were a dark, 
dark blue, glittering with her passion.  Her tongue came out to lick her lips and he was transfixed 
by the gesture, his own tongue swiping out to moisten his suddenly dry lips.

Mulder saw Scully's eyes drop lower in the mirror, towards their laps, and he realized she was 
watching his cock moving in and out of her.  She began to twist slightly, to grind herself atop him,
trying to reach the right spot.  The sight of them had seemed to excite her further.  He slid one 
hand from her hip and down to the nest of curls, parting her to find that spot, watching the motions 
of his hand, and her reactions to it.  Her eyes closed, and she began to chew on her lip, intense 
concentration on her features.  

It was the most beautiful, the most erotic thing he had ever seen.  He moved his fingers faster, 
increasing the pressure, and heard and saw her gasp.  

She began to lift herself up and slam down on him harder and faster, and he could feel her inner 
muscles clamping and tightening on his hardness.  He gritted his teeth, continuing the motions of 
his hand, determined to bring her to climax first, despite the waves of pleasure swamping his body.

"Scuh-lee," he grunted. "Please, baby, please...come for me, baby."  His breath was panting in and 
out harshly, his heart beating like a jackhammer.  Every muscle in his body was tense, and his other 
hand had to be bruising the flesh of her hip with the tightness of his grip.

Just as she gasped, "Mul-DER!" he felt the contractions against his fingers, and her inner muscles 
squeezed his cock like a vise.

It was enough to send him over the edge.  His hand slid from between her legs and grabbed her hip 
again, and he slammed her down on him as he shoved up with all his might.  He exploded inside her, 
his penis jerking and emptying, groaning, "SCUH-LEE!!!"  Sucking in a huge lungful of air, he hissed 
it out, and then relaxed his shoulders, falling back against the wood of the chair.  He continued 
to take deep breaths, in and out, feeling his pulse slowly return to normal.

Scully dropped her head down, panting as well, and he could feel her muscles loosening.  He released 
his death grip on her hips and began to stroke up and down her ribcage, soothing her, and himself as 
well.  She inhaled deeply and using her hands as leverage on his legs, pulled herself free.

His legs sprawled open, muscles trembling slightly, as her weight left him.  He watched as she 
walked gracefully to the bathroom, admiring the bounce of her ass, still framed in the black 
of her garters and stockings.  The door swung partly shut, and then he could hear the sounds of 
running water.

He still hadn't moved when she came out, other than to slump down further in the chair so that 
his head could rest on its back.  He watched through half-lidded eyes as she scooped up her 
panties and slid them on, and then picked up her blouse.  She did the buttons up and then 
retrieved her skirt.  She slid that on as well, her hips wiggling, and with her hands behind her
back, easily zipped and buttoned it.

She flicked a glance at him.  "Mulder, I think you'd better get dressed now.  They're going to 
want to get all their surveillance equipment from in here."  She moved closer to the mirror and 
began to fix her hair.

Mulder nodded, jaws cracking in a wide yawn, lifting his arms above his head in a long stretch.  
Then her words hit.  "Equipment?!" he squawked.  He sat up so fast he nearly fell off the chair.  
"Are you telling me they...that we...that they were watching us?"  His head whipped around, 
looking all over the room, and his hands came up to clutch his shirt closed.

She turned to him, her lips twisted in a small smile.  "Got you, Mulder," she said.  "You should 
have seen the look on your face."  Pausing for a moment, she then explained, "It's a different 
room, Mulder."  She faced the mirror again and picked up a tissue and cleaned her lipstick off her 
lips with a shrug.  It was half gone anyway.  She met his eyes in the mirror, and with an impish 
smile, cooed, "Was that bad of me, Mulder?"

He got up from the chair, his legs still wobbly, and bent to pick up his boxers, holding them in 
one hand.  The other agents may not be looking for surveillance equipment, but they might start 
to wonder why he and Scully had been in there so long.  "It was very bad, Scully," he replied.  He 
met her gaze in the mirror, seeing that her eyes were still dancing with laughter, and continued, 
"Maybe you can make it up to me later?"

Scully shrugged teasingly, and replied, "Maybe."  She focused her attention on her hair again, her 
hand smoothing at some wayward strands.  

Mulder went into the bathroom and cleaned up before pulling on his boxers and doing up his shirt.  
He hoped like hell her maybe actually meant yes.  While she was in the bathroom he had been 
imagining her bent over her couch as he slid slowly into her from behind.  And she still had the 
hooker outfit on.  

He came back to the chair and sat on it to pull on his socks, and then stood to put on his pants, 
tucking in his shirt.  He buttoned, zipped and did up his belt buckle before sitting back down to 
slide his feet into his shoes and tying them quickly.  There was a brief moment of confusion when 
he was unable to locate his tie.  

Scully stepped forward from where she had been perched on the dresser watching him, the tie in one 
hand.  "Let me help," she said.  She looped it over his neck, tucking it neatly under the collar.  
Her fingernails scraped his neck slightly as she did up the top button of his shirt, and then she 
was quickly and efficiently knotting his tie.  She gave him a final pat on his chest, saying, "Good 
as new," before darting up on tiptoe to press a quick, close-mouthed kiss on his lips.

She walked quickly over to the door, and Mulder glanced around the room.  Nothing was out of place, 
except for the chair.  He returned it to its place and grabbed his jacket.  Scully had already 
unlocked the door and stepped out, and he followed, closing the door behind him, stepping onto the 
pavement of the parking lot.  He plastered a downcast look on his face and did not look to see if 
they had an audience. 

Scully's heels clicked across the parking lot as she headed in the direction of the Command Center.  
Mulder risked a glance up and saw that the majority of the crowds had dispersed.  He quickened his 
steps to catch up to Scully when a brusque voice reached his ears.

"Agent Scully, Agent Mulder, a moment, please."  It was Skinner.

Mulder froze, feeling like a deer trapped in headlights, and watched as Scully stopped and came 
back, her facial features composed.  She looked as cool as a cucumber, while he felt a trickle of 
sweat running down his forehead.  Skinner joined them, his hands on his hips.  

"Agent Scully, very nice work today," their boss said, nodding at her.  She smiled at him, her eyes 
tranquil, apparently completely at ease.

Mulder on the other hand, felt like he had a sign around his neck that read 'I just fucked my 
partner'.  Skinner's eyes turned to him, and Mulder swallowed heavily.  "Agent Mulder, why are 
you here?  I don't recall giving you an assignment at this location."  His steely gaze pinned 
Mulder in place.

"Ah, sir, you see..." he began, one hand coming up to tug at the collar of his shirt.  "I..."

Skinner's eyes had followed the motion of his hand, and they narrowed as they focused on Mulder's 
neck.  Mulder wondered what was wrong, and his voice died away.  He flicked a glance at Scully, 
to see her also looking at his neck.  She seemed to be biting back a smile.  What the hell was 
wrong?

Skinner shook his head sharply.  "Never mind the excuses, Agent Mulder."  He met Mulder's eyes 
then, and Mulder could see the questions in his superior's eyes.  "In the future, Agent Mulder, 
I would appreciate you not butting in on cases where you have not been assigned.  Regardless of 
whether your partner is assigned there or not.  Is that clear?"

Mulder wondered if he had just imagined the emphasis on the word 'partner'.  Skinner cleared his 
throat, still staring at him, and he quickly said, "Yes, sir.  Crystal, sir."

"That will be all, agents.  I will see you in the morning at 8:30," Skinner said, and with a 
last nod at them both, he strode away.

Mulder let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding, watching until their boss was 
walking down the sidewalk towards the Command Centre.  "Scully, what the hell was that about?" 
he asked, his hand going back to feel around his collar.

"You have lipstick on your shirt, Mulder," Scully replied.  "*My* lipstick."  She smiled then.  
"I guess he wondered where you got it."  

He studied her face.  Her lips were bare, with no trace of lipstick.  He wondered what Skinner 
had thought.  Hell, he was wondering what Scully thought.  She did not appear disturbed at all 
by what had just happened, with their boss, or not so long ago in the motel room.  He was 
confused; she had surprised him beyond words.

"Come on, Mulder.  I need a ride home," Scully said, touching his elbow briefly, and then turned 
to walk away.  She took several steps and then paused, looking over her shoulder at him.  "It can 
be your turn to be bad."

Mulder almost ran to catch up to her.

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THE END

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