From: Silk1023@aol.com Title: "Shake Your Egg Thing" Author: Sara (silk1023@aol.com) Rating: NC-17 all the way baby! Spoilers: Nothing really. Just for DD's 2/26 appearance on Leno. Keywords: MSR, Smut Summary: Scully sees a side of Mulder she never realized existed... Disclaimer: Don't own DD or XF. Never will. Don't own anyone I might make reference too in this little smut vignette. This is my mind game. I'm borrowing them all. I'll give ‘em back...maybe...:) Author Note: This little smut epic was inspired after DD's 2/26 Leno appearance. The man rocked. Literally. WOW! I'm still smiling. Hope you all enjoy! ************************************************** Scully sipped her Margarita and wondered for the 2000 time why she'd agreed to this ‘girls night out.' Not that she really knew any of the women, they were acquaintances from work, who'd asked her to go. She seemed to be getting more of these invitations since she and Mulder had been taken off the X-Files. Probably because she was in a noticeable office, surrounded by people, who would, seeing her each day, think to invite her. It still didn't answer why she'd come. She usually hated this kind of thing, unless she was with someone she really knew and trusted. Someone she could enjoy a few drinks, maybe some dancing, and a relaxing evening with. Someone who would understand her need for not talking all the time, someone who would know how she was feeling, without even speaking. Someone who wasn't simply on the lookout for a significant other. Or a one night stand for that matter. Someone she trusted...someone she loved... Someone like Mulder. She sighed, sipping her drink slowly, looking around at the crowded club. She wouldn't let her mind wander there tonight.It wasn't safe to be thinking of Mulder as anything more than her partner and friend. At least not while drinking, and in a rather suggestive nightclub. She glanced at the various dancers, entwined with each other on the floor, most looking like they were a step away from ripping off their clothes and going at it right on the floor. She felt her cheeks heat up as the image changed to one of her and Mulder, locked into the same position, the desire coursing through them both, the passion nearly uncontrollable... "Dana? You with us? There's a great band about to start...the one we've been telling you about...we're gonna head up a bit closer to the stage...you wanna come with us?" The woman's voice, Karen she thought her name was, startled her. "What...oh, no, I think I'll just stay right here, nurse my drink and fantasize about finding someone to actually dance with me like that..." she said with a smile, seeing the other's in their group laugh. "Okay...but come join us if you feel like it..." Karen said, and with that, pushed off through the crowd, which was quieting a bit as a man came up to the microphone on stage. "Okay everyone..." the announcer began as a hush fell over the crowd, "here's the band you've been waiting for...our own local legends...with a special guest added in tonight for his "rhythmic skills"... the Fully Clothed Men!" The club erupted into loud cheers and screams as several men, all dressed in black, moved onto the stage. She was laughing quietly at the band's name. Funny, seemed she'd heard of another bad, not too long ago, with a somewhat ‘opposite' name. She wasn't going to worry about it now. She smiled and ordered another Margarita from the barmaid who passed her by at that moment. What the hell? She figured she'd need several drinks to listen to a local ‘punk band.' Which was what they all looked like. Not that she had a clear picture or anything. It was too dark. She wondered if there was anyway she could sneak out. With a sigh, she turned back to the stage, knowing she had to sit through at least one number before she could gracefully leave. After all, the women had talked non stop about this band for days. The lights suddenly dimmed, and a pulsing rhythm began. Scully automatically found her toe tapping along with the beat, the music not as bad as she thought. She wished they'd turn up the lights, she'd like to see what the band looked like. They weren't half bad. At least their music wasn't. Suddenly, as if by magic, her wish was granted. The lights came up full, and the lead singer began to belt out the lyrics. Scully found her gaze moving from one band member to another, none of whom were extremely appealing. But, they sounded decent...so she figured that had to count for something. Her eyes slowly moved from one side of the stage to the other. She had trouble making out the man standing on the end, a microphone in front of him, his hands moving in time to the beat. She suddenly realized he was shaking something, adding to the rhythm of the beat. She wondered what it was, it was so small and dark, she couldn't see it. She couldn't quite make out the performer's face either. If only he'd turn into the light, just a little more. There was something about him that reminded her of someone...but she couldn't think who. If only he'd turn to face the audience more... She laughed as again, her wish seemed to be granted. The man in question suddenly let loose, getting into the beat, moving around the stage, leaning into each microphone to sing parts of the chorus, all the while shaking whatever was in his hand. Suddenly, during one of his moods, the musician turned to face the audience straight on, belting out a chorus, eyes closed as he obviously enjoyed the music they were making. And her heart stopped. She'd know that face anywhere. Mulder was singing and shaking and dancing along with this band like he'd been doing this for years. Mulder. Her Mulder. The man who believed in aliens and flying saucers. The man who didn't know how to lighten up enough to have fun. The man who couldn't seem to take anything other than serious. And he was up on stage, singing his heart out. And playing whatever it was he was playing. She knew her mouth was hanging open, drink in her hand forgotten. Her mind was on overload, nearly short circuiting as Mulder moved around the stage again. God he looked hot! Blue jeans, denim blue shirt...hair slightly falling into his face...everything moving in time to the beat...a sexy, fast paced rhythm. She gulped the Margarita down in a hurry, signaling for another one. She needed something to calm her raging hormones and cool her down. But nothing seemed to be working. She continued to stare at Mulder in shock, responding on every level of her being to his presence. She marveled that he'd never shown her this side of his life, never even hinted at it. She felt a slight hurt that he hadn't told her about this part of his life. But at the same time, she understood. It looked like a release for him...and he needed it, if not more so than anyone she'd ever known. But God! It made her wet to watch him move. It stirred a bit of jealousy too as she watched him play to a screaming female in the front of the crowd. She felt an unreasonable spurt of anger as she watched him lean over press a quick, light kiss on the woman's mouth, not lingering...but still... He'd never kissed her like that. She found her hands clenched around her glass in a death grip. Telling herself to get a grip, she unclenched them slowly, willing her body to relax, willing her emotions to calm down. She didn't need this, not right now. Or then again, maybe she did. He obviously had no clue she was here. She was hidden far enough back. And there were hundreds of screaming fans in between them. He'd never know if she watched him, let her mind go, imagining the possibilities... She felt her eyes glaze over as she let her body lead. Her breasts were suddenly full and aching, the tips hard and straining against the sweater she had on. Each move Mulder made across the stage, each hip swivel...and she felt herself tighten even more. She didn't realize she had lightly swept her hand across the front of her chest, brushing across the suddenly sensitized tips of her nipples. She stifled a moan at the sensation that slight touch brought to the aching flesh. She could feel herself getting hotter as she continued to watch him move, imagining his lips on hers...his mouth everywhere on her body. Sucking the tips of her breasts into his mouth, tugging then biting playfully as she held him close to her. The sighs she emitted as he moved that sinful mouth between her breasts, paying equal attention to each one. She gasped softly as she imagined that mouth sliding down her stomach, planting kisses as he went, making her shiver and moan with each touch. And then, finally, he'd bury himself between her thighs. She felt another low moan rise in her throat as she felt his tongue stroking her clit in short, hard strokes, imagined him slipping two fingers into her, thrusting hard, letting her ride his hand, desperate for release. Scully came back to herself suddenly. What was she doing? Her breathing had rapidly increased, and she realized sometime during her fantasies, her own hand had disappeared under the table and under her skirt, and was stroking herself through her panties. God, the man turned her to a quivering mass of desire, just from strutting around on stage! Not that he didn't in their everyday work...but this...Oh God...this... Oh God...she felt the music build up to a climax, and before she realized she'd done it, felt her own fingers slip under her panties and begin stroking her clit frantically. She barely gave a thought to who might see her, it was dark and the table cloth was long. Besides, it felt so wonderful, letting her mind imagine her and Mulder this way...she couldn't stop it, even if she tried. She stroked herself in rhythm to the beat Mulder seemed to be keeping with whatever was in his hand. She was muffling the groans she made as her pace increased and she built toward orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she thrust her fingers deep inside her body, frantically stroking and thrusting as she kept her gaze focused on Mulder. She'd lost all consciousness of where she was, who she was. All she could do was feel. Feel Mulder between her legs, feel Mulder bringing her to climax...feel Mulder...everywhere... Oh God! She was so close, so close...it just needed something a bit more...something.... Mulder's gaze suddenly locked with hers. She cried out as with one last thrust, she flew over the edge, a catalyst from simply that look. She vaguely hoped the loud music had drowned out the sound as she felt her body fly through the air, world hazy around her, the most intense waves of sensation coursing through her. And Mulder's eyes never left hers, even as her own fluttered shut, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. She finally came back to herself, bringing her body slowly back under control. Her eyes opened again, and her heart leapt as she saw Mulder's gaze steadily burning into hers. Almost without realizing it, she moaned, dropping her gaze, then regretfully slipping her hand out from between her legs and reaching for her napkin to wipe her juices off her hand. She suddenly realized what that might look like to Mulder, and she felt a blush creep over her face, along with a forbidden thrill of excitement. He couldn't have seen it from that far away...could he? She mustered her courage again and looked straight at him. Maybe he hadn't noticed... She felt her own traitorous heart leap again as she met his gaze. And she caught her breath at the desire and want that shown in that look. He'd seen what she'd done. He knew he'd brought her to that state. He knew, and he obviously felt the same. There was no mistaking the desire raging in that gaze. Oh God, what had she done? He knew...and she'd...Oh God. She wrestled with herself, wondering if she should just cut out and leave, hope he wouldn't bring it up again. Her hand reached for her purse, intending to grab it and get out of there. This was too embarrassing...what must he be thinking of her. She had to leave. Now. But in her heart, she knew she wasn't going to leave. Didn't want to leave. Knew he would bring it up. And there was no time like the present. She sighed, letting her purse drop and ordering another Margarita, reveling in the pleasant tingle that still pulsed through her system. She looked up again, caught his gaze and returned it, letting him see the desire she felt, was feeling. She watched his eyes darken...and felt her body respond almost immediately. She was tired of holding back. Tired of waiting. She'd seen a side of Mulder she'd never seen before. And she wanted to see it again. All of it. Preferably naked, in bed, with her. Or even against a wall. Hell, maybe she'd settle for right here, in this club. She felt a moan escape at the images that evoked, gaze locking with his, communicating her desires, even as he leaned into the microphone to finish off the song. Scully sighed and settled back with her drink, letting a small smile creep across her face. This was turning into a very interesting night. And it could only get better. They were both going to find out a lot about the other tonight. Now, if only she could figure out what Mulder was shaking... ****************************** End of part one (What do you think? Need another part to continue it? Feedback loved! Silk1023@aol.com)