WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME? II: NEVER TEAR US APART (2/5)

by Diadem and Isahunter

(Disclaimers in part one. NC 17!)

Scully sighed with relief as her apartment door swung shut behind her. She

didn't think Spender would've tried to follow her, but her hasty 'Goodnight'

followed closely by her almost slamming the door in his face might've gotten

him a little concerned.

She sighed again as she threw the dead-bolt and wandered into the living

room. The truth was, she'd had enough. They had made small talk all the way

back to her apartment, mostly, despite Spender's earlier objections, about

work. For some reason he kept patting her knee: she wasn't sure why exactly,

but it sure as hell annoyed her. At least this time he hadn't asked to kiss

her goodnight: she had the feeling she may have exploded at the suggestion.

Kicking off her shoes, she threw herself on to her couch, and reached for the

telephone. The flashing light indicated she had six messages. She punched

the button, and sat back to listen.

"**Beep** Hi Scully, it's me. Just to remind you to call. Bye. **Beep**

Are you home yet? No, evidently not. **Beep** Scully, pick up. Please.

Oh... **Beep** Me again. Where are you? **Beep** That little weasel

better not be trying anything... **Beep** Scully? I love you. **Beep**"

The machine clicked as the tape turned itself off. Smiling to herself, she

hit the speed dial. He picked up after the first ring. "Scully?"

"No, this is the little gray man who stole your partner for the whole twenty

minutes she was being driven home."

"No need for sarcasm. I was worried." His voice dropped, and she could hear

the sound of his car's engine as he drove.

"I know," she soothed him. "But I think six messages in the space of ten

minutes is a little excessive, don't you?"

"Five."

"Five what?"

"Five minutes. I went to your place first, but then decided it probably

wasn't the best place for me to be."

Too right. "I'm glad you decided to go back, Mulder."

"Oh, thanks!"

"I didn't mean it like that, and you know it." Her own voice had dropped

now. She didn't know why, but she didn't want to talk too loud. Probably

because of the irrational feeling she had that Spender was still lurking

outside.

"I know." He paused, but she didn't speak, knowing that he had something

else to say. "What did you find out?"

She took a deep breath. "Not much." In fact, he hadn't said much the whole

evening. "No change in Diana."

"Good. At least she can't cause any trouble at the moment. But he must have

said something?"

"He said he didn't want to talk about work, and can you blame him? For God's

sake, Mulder, what was I supposed to do, shine a light in his eyes and hold a

gun to his head?" She knew she was being unreasonable, but she was on a roll.

"No. I understand." His voice was soft, undemanding. "I just hate for you

to be doing all this for nothing."

"It's not for nothing. It's for us."

"Yeah." He was silent for a moment. "I'd better let you get some sleep.

Early start tomorrow."

She sighed, and then started.

"Scully, are you OK?" Once again, his concern came shining through.

"I'm fine. I just remembered something Spender said."

"Shoot. But not literally please. I tried that once, and didn't like it."

"Very funny." She smiled, though. Trust Mulder to inject humor into any

situation. "He told me he could only see Diana for a couple of minutes,

because some other people arrived."

"Who?"

"He said he didn't know."

"Did you believe him?"

"No. Is there any way we can check the security tapes?"

"You can do anything with an FBI ID!"

"You've already done everything with an FBI ID, Mulder," she teased. "But

can we get a look at those tapes?"

"Very funny, Agent Scully. But yeah, we'll check them tomorrow, OK?"

"OK."

"And now, I meant what I said about you getting some sleep. Goodnight

Scully."

"'Night, Mulder," she replied softly, as she heard the click at the other end

of the line. With some effort, she pulled herself off the couch, replaced the

telephone in its stand, and padded through to her bedroom.

She flipped the light switch, and was startled by the reflected glare coming

from her pillow. On closer inspection, it turned out there was a CD case

there, the front obscured by a garish pink Post-it note. She picked it up.

"They were selling them at the bar. You seemed to like the song: track 24."

She peeled off the Post-it, to reveal the cover of "Starlight Express."

Turning it over, she scanned down the list of songs. 21, 22, 23...Only He.

That was it? She had been moved nearly to tears by a song sung by a train?

Shaking her head as she laid the CD on her bedside table, Scully started to

get ready for bed.

Scully fought the urge to yawn, wincing at the bright morning sunlight

filtering through Assistant Director Kersh's office window. Mulder sat beside

her, like a recalcitrant little boy, barely listening to the A.D.'s lecture

about office protocol. It seemed Spender wasn't the only one to notice their

little tiff the day before. No doubt Spender had been the one to gleefully

report the incident to Kersh, in the hope he could get Mulder censured.

"I trust that in the future you will keep your disagreements out of the

office. We're team players here, agents."

Scully shared a look with Mulder, before nodding. "Yes, Sir." With obvious

reluctance, and a bitter edge to his voice, her partner did the same.

"With that in mind, I'd like a full report of the warehouse incident with

Special Agent Fowley on my desk by tomorrow evening. Is that clear?"

Damn. Another not-so-enthusiastic round of 'yes sirs' followed.

"Good." Kersh pushed his chair back and sighed heavily. He pinched the

bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses out of the way in the process. "I

have something for you to get started on. I trust you will not deviate from

these cases this time."

He looked pointedly at Mulder.

Scully had to suppress a smile at the exasperation on Mulder's face. With

his teeth gritted, he muttered, "Of course not, Sir."

The Assistant Director stood and picked up a large stack of folders from the

top of his file cabinet. Tossing them down in front of the agents, with an

audible thud, he smirked. "You can get started by going through these

acquisition forms. Double check everything. Then I trust you'll follow up on

anything out of the ordinary."

Scully didn't have to look at Mulder to know what he was thinking. She could

feel the anger rolling in waves off his body. Once again they were getting

stuck with the crap job while Spender had his greedy little hands all over the

X-files. And he was no doubt doing a shoddy job.

Standing up, Scully reached for the pile of folders when Mulder pushed her

hand aside and took them for her. She glanced sheepishly at her bound arm.

Sometimes she forgot her own limitations.

"May we be excused, Sir?"

Kersh sat back down and nodded in satisfaction. "Of course. You have work

to do."

She followed Mulder's long strides out of the office. They'd barely reached

the hallway before he exploded.

"Do you believe that? That asshole was laughing at us!"

"Mulder, calm down."

"No, I won't calm down, and you know why? It'll take us weeks to finish all

of this paperwork, because I know damn well I'll keep falling asleep in the

process. We're stuck doing this boring, brainless work while that little worm

botches every single case we should be working on. If the X-files were cause

for laughter before, just think what a mockery they'll be when he's finished

with them..."

He wasn't through there, and he continued to rant as they walked down the

hallway. Even though everything he said was true, and she was just as worried

about the X-files as he was, Scully couldn't help but grin. God, he was cute

when he was mad.

"'And I trust you won't deviate from these cases'," Mulder quipped in a

falsetto voice, before once again reclaiming his scowl. "I'll show him

deviation. If he thinks he's seen it before, he hasn't seen anything yet."

His angry tirade was gaining the attention of the other agents in the

hallway, and she knew she had to do something before they were censured once

again. But before she could open her mouth, someone else put a stop to

Mulder's griping.

"You just don't know when to stop, do you, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder turned and glared at Spender, probably suppressing the urge to punch

him despite the stack of folders in his hands.

Oddly, his voice was almost normal when he said, "Why don't you mind your own

business, Spudner."

Scully almost laughed at the new nickname, but quickly subdued the urge by

clearing her throat.

"It seems like I'm the only one who sticks up for your partner these days,"

Spender continued. "I'm just sick and tired of watching you dump on her. She

has enough pressure being your baby-sitter, she doesn't need to take crap from

you, too."

"Jeffrey!" Scully was almost certain Mulder was going to hit him this time.

She was wrong.

"Bite me, Spender." Hefting his stack of folders, Mulder stalked towards the

office.

Turning her stunned gaze on Spender, Scully frowned. "I can't believe you

said that."

"It's about time someone slapped him with the truth."

She was about to give him an earful when she remembered she was supposed to

be 'fighting' with Mulder. Gritting her teeth, she nodded. "I guess it is.

But you're not the one who has to work with him. Now, he'll be in a foul mood

for the rest of the day."

"Isn't he always?"

She worked up a fake smile. "Actually, yes."

He glanced at his watch, before returning her smile. "Do you have time for a

cup of coffee?"

No! Nononononononono! She almost cringed. "Um...sure."

Damn it.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, taking her arm and leading her to the lounge.

She hoped he didn't notice the longing glances she cast at the office door,

over her shoulder.

Only twenty minutes later, but what seemed like hours, or years, Scully

headed back to the office. Blessedly alone. Thank God. If she had to listen

to one more minute of Spender's whiny voice, she might've shot herself to end

her misery. Or maybe she just would've shot him. God knew no one would miss

him.

Nearing the office door, she was startled out of her reverie when Mulder

stepped through the doorway and practically rammed into her. He stopped

short, staring at her with odd eyes, before propelling her back down the

hallway.

"Where's Spender?" he asked, his voice low and harsh.

"He went out on a case. Why?"

He grabbed her good arm, towing her behind him.

"Mulder, what are you doing?" she hissed.

He pushed open the door to the men's bathroom, and she could literally feel

her eyes bulging.

"Mulder!"

He peeked his head inside, and when it appeared all was clear, he dragged her

into the rest room behind him. Despite the fact it was a men's bathroom, it

was actually quite clean. No doubt because it was a government facility.

That only made her all the more determined to get the hell out of there.

Tugging her arm, she tried a futile attempt to release herself from his grip.

He turned and looked at her, his eyes wild, seconds before descending on her

mouth like a hawk on its unsuspecting prey. Her moan was muffled, accentuated

by the gasp she let out as her back hit the wall. When he finally pushed away

from her, his arms braced at either side of her head, he was grinning.

"I've wanted to do that all day."

"I should slap you. We agreed we weren't going to do this here."

"Scully, you wound me. I try to throw a little romance into our lives, and

this is the thanks I get?"

"Romance? Mulder, we're in the men's room."

"And..."

"And I'm out of here." She ducked under his arm, but wasn't fast enough.

She had no more chance than a fleeing suspect against his speed and strength.

He caught her easily, pulling her back against him with very little effort.

With her back to his chest, he met her gaze in the mirror and whispered low

against her ear.

"It could be fun."

"And someone could walk in, and we could lose our jobs."

"No one has to know."

"And how do you plan to accomplish that?" She took one glance at the nearby

stalls and groaned. "Mulder--no."

"Come on, Scully. Where's your sense of adventure?" He placed a lingering

kiss to her ear, flicking the rim with the tip of his tongue. "Surely you've

done something like this before."

"I've never known anyone depraved enough to ask...until now."

She could see his reflection grinning at her. "Aren't you the least bit

curious? Or aroused?"

Damn him, he knew she was. Even she could see that much clearly written all

over her face, from the flush coloring her cheeks to the lazy droop of her

eyelids. He traced his finger down the side of her throat, causing her to

arch her neck. And his damnable grin widened.

"Don't you ever get--hungry, in the middle of the day? You know, just need

something to *fill you up* until the next meal?"

She bit her lip. God, he was sexy when he looked at her like that.

"I can help you, Scully. I know just what you need."

"Oh?" Her voice was becoming incredibly shaky. The fact that she could feel

him, rigidly hard against her back, wasn't helping matters at all. "What do I

need?"

"Something quick, appetizing...something that practically begs you to put it

in your mouth."

She giggled this time. She couldn't help it. "That covers a lot of things,

Mulder. Can't you be more specific?"

"Come in here, and I'll show you."

"Don't you know not to offer candy to little girls?"

She could tell by the subtle flaring of his nostrils that their little

conversation was having just as much effect on him as it was on her. His eyes

had gone so dark, she was having trouble discerning just what color they were.

"C'mon, little girl. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two."

Glancing at the door once more, she bit her lip. Unwilling to let her change

her mind, Mulder grabbed her hand and pulled her into the stall with him.

God, there was no room to move. Sandwiched into the tiny space, with his huge

body, she felt every bit the little girl he'd joked about. She had to squeeze

herself against the wall before he could even close the door. And when he

flipped the lock and turned to stare at her, she could feel her heart

pounding.

He grabbed her by the waist, kissing her hard and deep. Frenzied. Fumbling

with his jacket, he reached to put it over the peg on the door. Instead, it

dropped to the floor unheeded. He loosened his tie, never taking his mouth

off her. She gripped his arm, feeling the solid bulk of muscle bunching under

her touch. He stopped at last when his fingers encountered her braced arm.

Slowly, careful not to jar her shoulder, he removed her sling from over her

head and hung it on the hook.

When his lips moved down to her throat, she threw her head back to give him

greater access. His hands made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, but

luckily he wasn't so far gone that he tore anything. When his fingers brushed

the satin slip underneath, he pulled back to look at her.

"Christ, I've been wondering about this all day. I knew you weren't wearing

a bra."

She felt a great flush creep up her face. "Was it that obvious?"

"It was to me...of course, I spend a lot of hours staring at your ti--"

"Mulder, if you say that word--"

"Breasts."

He ran his knuckles over her hardened nipples, watching her shudder in

delight. She grew even more restless, pressing hard against his hands, as he

added his thumbs to the foray. Against his throat, she whispered, "All day

long, whenever I moved, I could feel my slip sliding against me. I kept

imagining it was you, stroking me."

His answering growl was cut off when she pressed her lips to his once more.

Without breaking the kiss, he shifted her, pressing her up against the flimsy

dividing wall, sliding his body past hers, until her back was to the door.

Reaching back, he flipped down the lid on the toilet seat. Finally pulling

away from her lips, he sat down, his legs spread wide, and pulled her between

his thighs. Sliding his palms up the outside of her skirt, gripping her ass,

he placed a brief kiss to both of her satin-covered nipples.

As she threaded her fingers through his hair, he met her eyes with his

sensual gaze. "You have no idea what it's like, sitting in that desk right

next to yours, all the while thinking about doing this."

"I know exactly what that's like."

"You do?" He looked genuinely shocked. "You think about fucking me?"

"Well, in a manner of speaking, yes."

"Why, Scully...you hussy."

She couldn't help but grin.

"What do you think about?" he asked, his hot breath hovering just inches over

her breast.

"I, um..." She watched him open his mouth and pull her nipple inside, his

hot saliva wetting the satin fabric and his tongue sliding in torturously slow

circles. "I--oh, God, I think about--mmm, I think about this."

His teeth nipped at her, his lips clamping down hard as he added the

slightest amount of suction. He lifted his eyebrows, his eyes widening a bit,

as if to tell her to continue.

Her hand gripped his hair hard. "I think about h-ha-having sex in A.D.

Kersh's o-office..."

He stopped his torment altogether and pulled back to look at her. "Really?"

Grabbing the back of his head, pushing him closer once more, she said, "Yeah,

all the time."

Switching to the other side, leaving a wet circle on the front of her slip,

he resumed his suckling...for a moment. "With Kersh, or with me?"

"Well, you know what a stud the Assistant Director is...well, let me tell

you, you don't know the half of it--"

"Hey!"

She grinned. "That's what you get for stopping."

Arching an eyebrow, he clamped his mouth over her left breast and sucked so

hard that her knees buckled. If he hadn't had his hands on her, she would've

fallen in a heap on the floor.

"Ahhhh!"

Gripping his shoulders, wincing at the painful stiffness in her left arm, she

struggled to regain her equilibrium. He didn't help matters a bit when his

hand slid down to the hem of her skirt. Without slowing his actions for a

moment, he let his fingers shift under the edge of her slip and glide up the

silky expanse of her thigh. It was a decidedly erotic vision seeing his dark

hand sliding over her black silk-encased leg. Her pin-striped skirt and lace-

edged slip bunched, pushing higher and higher up her legs with every second.

And she knew the instant when he figured out she wasn't wearing her usual

control-top pantyhose. His fingers encountered the lace-topped edge of her

stockings, and he pulled away from her nipple with a little suctioned pop.

"Stockings?" The word came out of his mouth on little more than a breath.

"You're wearing stockings?"

"Yeah," she said. "And they weren't easy to pull on with a lame arm,

either."

Never straying from her gaze for a moment, he let his fingers follow the lace

to where it secured with a silky garter. She was wearing a garter belt...but

as his fingers slid up the inside of her thigh, and encountered nothing but

melting flesh, it soon became apparent that was ALL she was wearing.

"Jesus, Scully," he said, suddenly panting heavily. "You're going to give me

a heart attack."

He wasn't the only one. He still hadn't moved his hand--unless you counted

the fact that he was definitely moving his fingers. Skimming back and forth,

over and around, and...oh, God, yessss...in and out. With an evil grin, he

pushed one long finger inside of her. She had to bite her lip to keep from

screaming. If just this much could bring her this close to the edge, what

would she do when he was finally inside of her himself?

She sucked in a pained breath, digging her fingernails into his dress shirt.

"I--ummm, I knew th-that, uh, oooh right there...I knew Sp-Spender would l-

love these stockings."

His eyes took on a diabolical gleam. "That wasn't fair, Dana. I was going

to be nice to you, but now--"

He abruptly lowered his head, hiding her view of what he was doing. Yet, in

the next second, when she felt the hot slide of his tongue over her clitoris,

she couldn't stop the shriek that escaped her mouth.

"Mulder!"

He grinned up at her. "And I trust you'll remember that name."

"I-I will, I promise--I just hope Spender doesn't mind."

His eyes narrowed and she dissolved into giggles. Giggles that quickly

changed to gasps as he repeated the movement, accentuating the abuse by

shoving another of his fingers inside of her. Oh, damn, divine torture. She

couldn't help the involuntary shifting of her hips. And just as quickly as

he'd begun, he stopped, pulling his hand away and popping his fingers into his

mouth...leaving her wanting more. That was the greatest torture of all.

She could clearly see the impressive bulge threatening to burst right out of

his pants. He wanted her. So what was he waiting for?

"Please, Mulder."

"Please, what?"

"Do it?"

"What?"

Oh, don't make me say it, she thought.

"I don't know what you want."

"Damn you." She reached for his zipper, causing him to hiss through his

clenched teeth. Yanking open the fly of his slacks, she reached in and

caressed him hard through the cotton of his boxer-briefs. He moaned, his hips

lifting off the toilet seat to intensify the pressure. She stroked him, her

hand sliding up and down the impressive ridge of his cock, before stopping

abruptly and stepping away.

"Unnnhh--Scully, that's not fair!"

"What?"

"This isn't funny."

"I don't know what you want, Mulder."

Narrowing his eyes, he reached into the side opening of his shorts and freed

his straining erection. "Take a wild guess."

She swallowed heavily. Were her hands really shaking as badly as they seemed

to be? As she reached out to touch him, he flinched, groaning deep in his

throat. Growing bolder, she wrapped her fingers around him and used her thumb

to smooth the pearl of liquid at the tip over and around the swollen head.

When she looked up, his eyes were closed.

"Don't stop there. You're just getting to the good part."

"I thought the whole thing was the good part."

The grin that split his face was devastating. "Keep talkin', woman, and

you'll find yourself flat on your back on the men's room floor."

Sliding her hands up his thighs, she started to lower herself to her knees,

when he abruptly opened his eyes. Guessing her intentions, he reached for

her, faster than lightning, pulling her back to her feet. "Not this time. I

don't think I could last that long."

He pushed her skirt up around her hips, guiding her over his knees until she

straddled his thighs. With his hands on her hips, he watched her slip her

hands between them, opening her damp folds and guiding his cock inside. She

bit her lip, startled at the intensely hot and smooth glide of his thrust; he

threw his head back and groaned, amazed at the wet tightness of her grip.

His voice strained, he whispered, "How's your shoulder?"

"Fine--mmm, just fine--"

Settling down onto his lap, her feet barely gripping the tiled floor, she

began to move. Tilting her hips, sliding him in and out, her hands grasping

his shoulders, his hands assisting her movements. It was not long before it

felt as if he were dragging her to him. Pulling her down hard on top of him.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, deep rumbles bubbled out of his throat. Moving

in unison, slamming hard against each other. Little whimpers fell from her

lips like the dirtiest of words. Urging him on, pulling him closer.

Thrusting, harder and harder, faster, deeper, oh, God, yesssss--

Holy shit, was that the door?!

Her startled gaze flew to his, and his expression almost made her choke.

With every ounce of his soul, he was begging her not to stop. Hell, she

couldn't have stopped if she tried.

Even over the frenzy of her movements, she could hear the sound of someone

opening his fly. The sound of urine flowing. Oh, God. She looked back at

Mulder, and knew any second he was about to start laughing. She covered his

mouth with her hand--which only served to turn him on even more. His eyes

were wide, sparkling with humor, and she felt herself begin to lose control.

Burying her face against his neck, she started to giggle uncontrollably. And

that was the exact moment when he started thrusting hard into her from below.

Gripping her tight, holding her still for every massive jolt, driving into

her with the force of a runaway train. And when his hand pressed hard against

her clit, rubbing the swollen nerve-center in time with his motions, she flew

apart in his arms. Muffling her cries against his shoulder, praying to God

that man at the urinal had no idea what was going on. Seconds later, with one

last hard thrust, Mulder groaned--loudly.

"Hey, buddy...are you OK in there?"

Scully nearly shrieked with laughter. She was biting her lip so hard she

almost drew blood. Mulder's chest shook below her, jostling her on his lap.

His voice was unmistakably unsteady when he answered, "Yeah, I'm...fine."

Please, God, don't let him look under the stall, she thought frantically.

"O-kay," the man said, slowly, before finally leaving. Without ever washing

his hands, she noticed. The second the door closed behind him, they both

dissolved in delirious giggles.

Slipping off of his lap, her face flushed with embarrassment, Scully smoothed

down her skirt and re-buttoned her blouse. She made a quick reach for her

sling, pulling it over her head and unlocking the door before he could grab

her. He stood abruptly, still fumbling with his pants.

"Where're you going?"

"I'm going to the ladies room to clean up before we head to the hospital."

His voice took on a whine that reminded her of Spender. "You still want to

do that today?"

"Mulder, we have to check those security tapes. What--did you think we were

going to stay in here all day?"

"Well, now that you mention it--"

"You're amazing."

He grinned. "Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself."

Rolling her eyes, she stepped out of the stall and started towards the main

door...stopping abruptly when that door started to open. She could hear

Mulder quickly closing the stall door behind her, blocking all view of who was

inside. Her face burned even hotter when the other man entered the rest room

and looked at her in shock.

"Uh...sorry," she mumbled, hurrying past him. "I wasn't paying attention to

which rest room I entered."

She made a hasty exit, barely reaching the ladies room before surrendering to

another fit of laughter.

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