A little? No, she amended, she was suffering a lot. She had gotten used to letting off steam with her partner after a stressful day, and quite frankly, Dana Scully was stressed out. Her cool facade was growing tired and she needed for things to heat up. Unfortunately, she was in New York and Mulder...Well, Mulder wasn't.
Mulder, in fact, was a good 260 miles away. Probably sitting in his apartment, watching his videos to release the stress he was most likely be feeling as well. It was at times like these that she almost acquired enough gumption to walk into one of those stores to buy one. Or even rent. It took all her willpower the night previous just to reach out and turn the TV off before "Nights of the Californian Goddesses" started.
No, she wouldn't take up her lover's hobby just yet, she'd wait it out. Only two more days, she reasoned with herself. You can make it, Dana. And then...Well, she wouldn't think about 'then' just yet. She had a monograph to present and there was no way in hell she could think about acetycholine production rates in recidivist offenders if her mind was concocting new deviant ways to blow Mulder's mind...Or...
Dana, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Dead cats, dead cats, dead cats, dead cats... Anything to get her mind off... that subject. Sighing, Dana opened the door to a sea of people of all ages from 19 to 55. God, it was going to be hard, but as long as she cold keep her mind on task, maybe she could give Mulder a call. Walking to the podium at the front of the room, Scully turned and looked at the crowd. 'Picture them in their underwear' flashed through her head. She smiled faintly until she thought about... Dead cats, dead cats, dead cats...
Dead cats with their eyes taken out leaving only the empty, bloody crevices to try and decipher what color the tiny animal's eyes were when it was alive... Dana straightened. Ah, yes... there it is. Scully cleared her throat and fumbled with her notes.
She began slowly, explaining the fundamentals of synaptic responses, just as she had practiced a hundred times in her hotel room the night before...She was going to make it. Yes, the cats had saved her once again. Piece of cake. She worked her way through her note cards and transparencies confidently and finally opened the floor to questions.
She just felt it was the thing to do, the question period. Most of the time, it was the old professors from the 1900's who wanted to obliterate all new science because of the risk of some kind of disaster. And that was exactly what had happened. He first questions were from melodramatics, biophysicists and behavioral scientists. Dana spied a long hand at the back of the room.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Dr. Scully, do you believe that it's plausible that the increase of acetycholine in the bloodstream could, in fact, be a catalyst to the relapse of the criminal's previous obsessions?"
He stood slowly, his lanky frame rising above a sea of bald heads. Scully shuffled her note cards from front to back and then front again, faltering when she heard his voice. Mulder. She inhaled sharply, then attempted to cover the gasp with a cough. His mouth quirked into that 'I've been a baaaaaaad boy' smile as he waited for her response.
Dana swallowed, trying to gather her now scattered thoughts. This was way beyond the dead cat thing... "The... ah... increase? Did you say?" Fox nodded with a smile. "Ah, yes... Yes, I do believe so. If you, ah, recall my point earlier about the, ah... acetycholine production and the excitatory effect it causes, you would, ha-have had the answer to your question." Her
heart pounded. Oh God, she thought. 'Excitatory effect'? Oh yes. She glanced at Mulder who was still standing. He is mine.
He nodded, as if silently affirming her claim and then continued. "But Doctor Scully, wouldn't you say that the heightened sensitivity in these nerve endings is chiefly responsible for the magnified pleasure the offender experiences when committing the crime?" He's beating a dead ... cat. People were starting to gawk, looking from Mulder's self-satisfied grin to Scully's stupefied expression.
"I... would... believe so--"
"Do you think that in conclusion, your monograph may just explain why many criminals, primarily murderers, do what they do for the specified reason of experiencing a heightened sexual arousal? Even to the point of orgasm?" The crowd of scientists started to whisper to each other.
Scully's breath came in shallow gasps and she wasn't sure if she could finish this without drawing incredible attention toward her. "I'm afraid my time here has expired for the day, sir." Scully started to gather her things. "Perhaps we can discuss this tomorrow."
Or if you give me five minutes, I can give you a hands-on demonstration on just what heightened synaptic responses are all about, she thought to herself. Test *that* theory, Mulder. The crowd had stood and were milling about, no doubt discussing the implications of the orgasmic response in criminals. What she wouldn't give for one or two or three of those responses right about now. Her hands were shaking and she tried to slow down, not wanting to draw anymore attention to her frustrated self. She grabbed the pile of folders and turned on her heels, attempting to move from the spotlight and off the stage. Mulder watched his partner leave the auditorium in haste and left via the back door to meet her in the hall.
Scully closed the door to the conference room. Taking a few breaths to calm herself, she closed her eyes and waited for her beating heart to slow down a bit. Deciding she was ready to make her way to her room before looking for Mulder, Dana pushed herself from the closed door.
The appearance of her partner was more than a surprise. Fox turned in front of her to block her way and planted his hands on either side of her head.
"You look a little flustered, Scully."
Scully's neatly packed folders fell to the tiled floor of the hallway, but she made no effort to pick them up. Her heart, surprise, surprise, was back at 2 beats a second as she stared up at Mulder.
Mulder leaned in closer to his partner, leaving his hands where they were, and lightly kissed his way along her jawline from her chin to her ear. Scully whimpered softly and tilted her head back slightly, momentarily forgetting where she was.
"You smell so good, Dana," Mulder said, his comment muffled by her hair. The sensation of Fox's tongue behind her ear caused her to gasp... a little louder than she wanted to.
"Mulder..." she breathed, hands flat against the wall, fingernails threatening to rip the paneling from the sheetrock.
"I've missed you," he whispered into her ear before tracing the whirls with his tongue. "Did you miss me?" he nipped at her earlobe and tugged it softly with his teeth.
"O-oh yeah..."
Mulder ducked his head and played with the neckline of her blouse. His eyes darted from his hand to her face as he trailed a finger across her collar bones. "You wanna get out of here?"
Scully shuddered. "My room--"
"I was actually thinking sand and sun."
Scully closed her eyes briefly. "Sand and sun?" she repeated. "Mulder, I think I'm more interested in sheets and skin. And they're much closer than the beach."
Mulder traced her necklace up and down her chest. "I thought you always liked the ocean."
Scully groaned. "I do, I do, I... oh god, okay." She didn't want to, or rather couldn't argue with him right now. He had her right in the palm of his hand and he knew it. "Let's go... but let's make it fast before something drastic happens in this hallway."
Scully exhaled and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to collect herself. She almost had it together when Mulder whispered, "But Doctor Scully, sometimes drastic can be fuuuuuun..." He slid down her body and crouched at her feet, gathering the papers scattered there.
His fingers brushed hers as she took the files and she shivered. Damn him. NofairNofairNofair! Her inner child was throwing a serious temper tantrum. Mulder grinned and began to caress her ankles. She just looked down at him awestruck. Mischief had a name, and his name was Mulder. His hands tickled the backs of her legs as he stood. She almost collapsed when his fingertips crossed over the soft flesh behind her knees.
Dear God, Dana Scully swooned. Mulder couldn't believe it.
She planted her feet, leaned hard against the wall, and braced her hands on his shoulders to keep from toppling over. Her eyes went like saucers as Mulder got that 'naughty little boy' look and slipped his hands under her skirt. "Mulder." It was a warning and a plea. He cocked his head and wet his lips as his hands stopped on the backs of her thighs. He squeezed lightly and then withdrew, standing in front of her, once again.
Scully quickly ran a hand through her hair. "Ah... yeah, thanks." Mulder smiled and waited for his partner to lead the way down the hall. Before walking in front of him, Scully took a deep breath so as not to direct any attention to herself. However, once she started down the hall, she could see they already had.
"Mulder... If I didn't want you so badly, I'd kill you."
The two of them walked down the hall with practiced perfection. Head up, don't look at anyone directly. Rounding the corner, the partners stopped in front of the elevator. Scully pushed the 'up' button and they waited silently, their hands to themselves. When the elevator finally came, two men walked out and the agents walked in.
Dana pushed the button for her floor and once she turned to face Mulder, he swiftly moved toward her and pressed her against the car wall. "If I don't taste you right now, I think I'm going to kill someone." As if on queue, the elevator doors opened and they jumped apart.
Mulder looked at his shoes and Scully smiled briefly at the group of convention attendees as they entered the elevator car. Apparently there was a shortage of elevator cars, because the people just kept piling in and the car was rapidly reaching maximum capacity. Mulder backed into the corner to allow more room, and Scully discreetly took a step back.
"So which one of them gets it?" Scully whispered over her shoulder.
"Who gets it, Scully?" Mulder whispered back. He reached his hand around her, slipping it under the lapel of her jacket. Dana gasped as she felt his hand curve around her. "You do, Dana... You get it." Scully shuddered and looked around the elevator to see if anyone heard her. No one had and she relaxed slightly. That, of course, encouraged Mulder to continue. He touched his cheek to hers. "You know what'd be really sexy?" His hand explored her torso slowly. Scully shook her head. "If I made you come right now, with all these people in here."
Scully moaned, an honest to goodness moan, in public, no less. Will wonders never cease, Mulder thought as he continued to taunt her. His thumb swept across her nipple and she bit her lip. The crowd hadn't heard her the first time, and she wasn't about to push her luck.
"You like that, Dana?" Mulder's breath was hot against her ear. She nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Mulder this time. "I didn't hear you," he whispered again.
"Yes," she answered through clenched teeth.
Mulder flicked his thumb across her other nipple and the earth shook. Well, not the earth, the elevator. The car lurched sending Scully stumbling back against Mulder. Mulder hit the wall with an "oof" and Scully's back went flush with his chest. Her ass also collided with something mighty unyielding and very warm.
Mulder grunted at the pressure against his just-hardening erection and clutched at Scully, causing her to moan again. This time, however, others heard her. A few middle-aged business men turned around like they were hearing some kind of mating call they knew instinctually, but hadn't heard in years.
Scully swallowed, feeling her cheeks flush and started to stand again. Mulder did the same, watching and almost seeing the tiny rivulets of drool coming from the men's mouths.
"I'm just helping her up," he explained, reluctantly and very painfully extracting his hand from inside her jacket.
Dana gasped softly at the difference in temperature and straightened her jacket. She cleared her throat. "Yes," she agreed.
The business men turned back around, some ignoring them and some muttering obscenities of why their wives and girlfriends didn't do that. Scully sighed relief and could feel her partner do the same, the both of them seeing the doors open and a few men walk out. There was only a moment, however, between the doors closing and Dana feeling the air rush out of her lungs again.
Mulder snaked his hands around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, holding her against him.
"You realize, of course, if we keep being interrupted, I really am going to kill someone."
Scully shifted her hips back against him, "Well, Mulder... If that's the way you're going to do it... please... please... kill me..."
"O-oh! You're gonna get it," he whispered, stilling her hips.
She tipped her head back and smiled against his ear, "I'm counting on it, Mulder."
Her smile quickly faded when she felt him pop open the bottom button of her blouse and slip his hand beneath the silky fabric. Her eyes darted around the still-crowded elevator car as the cool skin of his hand brushed the fevered flesh of her stomach. She twitched and he grinned. Scully casually opened a file and held it low enough to disguise Mulder's roving hand. She feigned interest in the file as his fingers drew circles across her belly, toying with her belly button before venturing north. Dana whimpered softly and tried to prevent her eyes from closing. This was insane. There were five other business men and women in the elevator along with them, and here she was, completely aroused and practically eating out of her partner's hand.
"Mulder," she whispered.
He continued, his fingers moving gently over her midriff.
"Mulder..."
He leaned forward, pressing himself against her. "What is it?" Fox remained the explorer, his hand moving over her belly button again.
Scully gasped when she felt his fingers wedge themselves between her skin and the waist band of her skirt. "We... can't do this here."
"Au contraire," he whispered in reply. "We can do anything anywhere." He leaned into her, closing his lips around her earlobe. "But if I told anyone what I had planned, I'd be banned in a few southern states."
"Oh, God..." Mulder's free hand silently tugged at her skirt's zipper. She nearly dropped her files again when his hand dipped lower.
"Shhhh...You wouldn't want to disturb our neighbors..." He ran his fingers under her bellybutton and she let out a shuddery breath.
"Mulder... I cannot be responsible for my reactions if you continue. Might I remind you that there are five other somewhat self-respecting business people in here who, I'm sure, would rather not hear me have an orgasm not five inches from them." With one hand, Scully stilled her partner's. "I want you, Mulder, I really, *really* do, but I think I'd like my reputation among the rest of the speakers here to remain at the height it is." Scully waited patiently for Mulder's response.
"I understand, Scully." Before retracting his hand, Fox smiled and brushed his fingers over her bellybutton again. "But just think what it could be like if you'd just give me a few more seconds..." Then his hand was gone. Dana reconsidered for the shortest of seconds before she convinced herself it was for the best.
Turning around to look over her shoulder, she smiled slyly. "I might just ask you the same thing, Agent Mulder..." Her hand brushed his crotch and he bit his lip, stifling a moan. Closing the file, she adeptly refastened her blouse and zipped the side of her skirt.
Scully straightened and leaned back against him, pressing all the right spots. "I thought you wanted to stop?" he half whispered, half groaned.
"Pay attention, Mulder. This is where things get interesting." Scully slipped her arm behind her back and between their bodies. Mulder jumped as her fingernails raked over his erection, once again.
"Scul--" She squeezed and his voice when up an octave, "--leeeeee."
Scully raised her eyebrow and looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you were finished." The two partners felt their stomachs shift for a moment and Scully looked up. "This is my floor, Mulder."
Mulder groaned and followed her out into the hallway. "Scully, you do realize that soon, I really *won't* be able to control myself?"
Dana walked down the hall, adding a little swing to her hips. "That's what I'm counting on, my dear Mulder."
END OF PART ONE