Oh, I Forgot To Tell You, Mulder Called (1/1)
       by Laura Blaurosen


Disclaimer: Characters presented within this story do not
belong to me.

Classification:  Humor, MSR

Spoilers:  None

Rating:  NC-17

Summary: Smut, that's all.

Today (May 25) is my birthday and this is my present to all
you smut mongers!

As always, my sincerest gratitude to Rachel.




"Hey, it's me.  Why didn't you call me back?"

"Call you back?"  Scully said as she scooted herself up
against the headboard, the her cell phone pinched between
her shoulder and ear.  "You called here?"

"Yeah, about three times.  So Bill didn't tell you I called?"

"Uh-uh.  But it doesn't surprise me."  Big brother's got to
save his helpless baby sister from the evil boy.  "Well, what
did you want, anyway?  Something come up at work?"

"No, not at work, Scully."

Silence.

"I can see you rolling you eyes, Scully."

"Would you like to see that in person?"

"More than you'll ever know."

Scully paused a moment, then drew in a quick breath. 
"Mulder, why don't you come up here?"  Suddenly the
picture of having Mulder in her childhood bed was even
more vivid than it had been when the image popped into her
head over dinner with her mother and Bill's family.  Where
before she believed that she could survive one Saturday
night without him, hearing him talk to her in that teasing tone
was making that extremely difficult now.

"Now, Scully?  You want me to come over to your mom's
house?  Won't that seem a little odd if I just showed up there
out of the blue on a Saturday night?  I mean, they'll know
why I'm there as soon as we go - no forget it, Scully.  As
much as I hate the thought of turning down sex with you, I
just couldn't, not if your mother knows I'm there."

She smiled and swallowed a chuckle.  "You could come in
through the window.  There's an old antenna pole right
outside the window.  Just climb up, Romeo."

"The window?  No way, somebody'll see me."

Scully couldn't help but laugh at Mulder's hesitancy.  This
man, with whom at this point she'd done almost every
conceivable sexual act, was afraid to do it with her in her
mother's home.  He was like a frightened boy.  This turned
her on all the more and she knew now she had to get him
there for certain.  She ceased laughing and began to breath
deeply into the phone.

"What?" he said, suddenly concerned.  "What's wrong?  Are
you okay?  Are you sick?  Scully?"

He heard her take a deep breath and sigh it out long, then in
a low, airy voice said, "God, It is *so* hot in this house,
Mulder.  My mom," she sighed again, "she refuses to turn
the air on before it gets passed ninety degrees.  But it's
so...humid, you know?  So...sticky."

Mulder hadn't the slightest idea why she'd turned the
conversation to the temperature of her mother's house.  His
only intention in calling her was to hear her voice and
maybe tease her a little.  That she'd suggest he come make
such a risque visitation, he just couldn't.  He wouldn't be
able to, he just knew it.  And plus he was so loud
sometimes, he just couldn't risk that kind of embarrassment. 
She'd be back tomorrow night, he could wait and so could
she.

"Mmmulder," she crooned low.  "I think I'm gonna have to
take these clothes off, you know?  It's just entirely too warm
in here.  Everything's...sticking...to my skin...everywhere."

Well, even if he wasn't consciously aware at first of what
she was doing to him, other parts of his body were.  Very
aware.  Except his mind insisted still that it wasn't going to
work the way she wanted it to.  Nothing was going to get him
over there.  Nothing.  

"Forget it, Scully.  I'm not coming over there.  No way,"  he
said as he lay a hand over himself.  He felt the heat creep
up into his face as he slowly rubbed the palm of his there. 
That could be her hand...

"Whoo, that's a lot better, that shirt is just so," she paused to
moan a tiny bit, "tight."

Just like she is, Mulder.  Tight and warm and beautifully
perfect.

"Do you," he swallowed, realizing how strained his voice
sounded, "feel cooler now?"

"A little," she said.  "But I feel a little...constricted...you know. 
I guess I'll have to take this bra off, and-"

"Your panties, too?" he asked anxiously.

"Don't need to take them off if I never had them on in the
first place, now do I, Mulder?"

Whether or not that was true was irrelevant at this point, he
had to do something to get more comfortable.  Running
today in biking shorts was perhaps not such a smooth move
anymore.  "Hang on a second, Scully," he said and stood to
take them off.  After an eternity of careful adjustments, he
had peeled them down.  He was now able to fully view the
effect her enticement was having on him.  But then again,
she could be reciting the periodic table of elements and he'd
get hard.  It was just her, her voice.  A voice that came from
that perfect mouth the those perfect lips that could...Well, he
*could* climb in through the window.  What was the big
deal?  And there must be a lock on the door.

"Mulder?"  he heard from the receiver which he'd dropped
onto the floor.  "Mulder, what are you doing?"

"Dusting.  What are you doing?"

"Well, I was just thinking that since you refuse to come over
here, I might have to-"

The vision of his goddess running her hands all over her
naked body, flushed and sweaty from the summer heat and
the heat of her arousal sent him into orbit.  He could very
well gratify himself there at home.  He did it all the time
before he and Scully had been intimate and still did on
occasion, the only difference being he now only needed to
see a picture of her or even just read something written in
her handwriting to set him off.  But why do it alone if she's
waiting for you?  Ready.  Willing.  She wasn't that far away.

"Scully, wait.  Wait a second."  He couldn't see his
apartment anymore.  He started searching around the place
for his keys, having a difficult time of it because his eyes
were no longer focusing.  He bumped into the coffee table. 
"Fuck!" he yelled.

"Yes, Mulder," he heard her moan and had to sit down
again.  "That's what I was hoping for."

"I'll be there in a minute.  Just don't...just wait for me, okay?"

xxxxx

Scully was extremely proud of herself.  She giggled to think
of the state Mulder was probably in right now.  She knew it
well, a lot of times he'd even get that way while they were
still at work.  First, he'd let out that sigh, the same one he
lets out when he first enters her.  Then his ears would get
red.  If his eyes were glazed over, she knew she didn't even
need to look down.  She knew what she'd see.

Thinking about it now sent a tingling sensation through her. 
Sighing, she got up and locked the bedroom door, just in
case.  Then she eased her shorts and shirt off and pulled on
Mulder's academy T-shirt.  He'd be disappointed to find out
she wasn't really naked, but she knew he liked seeing her in
his shirts, anyway.

She watched the sky outside as dark and puffy clouds rolled
in.  Perfect night for a storm.  Hopefully Mulder would get
there before the rain did.

xxxxxxx

The drive had been difficult and extremely uncomfortable. 
He spent the entire trip thinking of a naked Scully, lying in
her childhood bed, touching herself everywhere, thinking of
him inside her...

He told himself finally that he had to stop envisioning the
picture Scully had given him on the phone or he was going
to have a mess in the sweatpants he'd thrown on, the
wearing of jeans now out of the question.  

The storm clouds had followed him from Alexandria and
threatened to begin pouring at any moment.  He hoped he
could get there before the rain fell.  All he needed was to get
electrocuted climbing up the side of Scully's mother's house. 
He couldn't bear to put his own mother through that were he
to die that way.  He laughed picturing Scully scrambling to
explain why he was playing spiderman up the side of her
mother's house on a Saturday night in the middle of an
electrical storm.

Mulder parked the car at the convenience store parking lot
on the corner down the street from Mrs. Scully's home.  He
grabbed his jacket out of the back seat so he had something
to cover up with as he walked to the house.  He laughed
again at his predicament.  What this woman did to him! 
Well, she would get what was coming to her.  He'd show her
what she was dealing with, teasing him to the point of
ridiculousness.

When he was two houses away, he cut through the yards to
walk via the back.  Reaching the house, he went to the side
that had the pole in question.  There were two windows on
either side of it.  Great.  He had no idea which room Scully
was in.  Then he heard thunder and shook his head as the
rain began to fall.

He took a deep breath and mounted the pole.  As gracefully
as he could manage, he climbed up, mindful of the state of
his extremities, which was making this an interesting feat. 
Reaching the two windows, he took a chance and leaned to
the left.  It took a moment to register, but he saw Bill in that
room, talking with his wife, who was changing Matthew's
diaper on the bed.  

He swung back quickly, just barely missing Bill's gaze.  He
stood still and willed his heart rate to slow as Bill stuck his
head slightly out the window.  To Mulder's relief, Bill was
interested only in the approaching storm and then promptly
shut the window.  A crackle of thunder sounded and the
heavier rains were loosed.  Fantastic.

He swung over to the other window and saw Scully sitting on
a twin bed, reading.  She wasn't naked, the little liar!  Oh
well, it worked, didn't it, Agent Mulder?  She got you over
there, climbing the fucking antenna pole with a mother of a
hard on in the middle of a thunderstorm.  He tapped on the
window.

"Oh, Mulder," Scully laughed at the water-logged Mulder she
saw hanging off the side of her mother's house.  She helped
him inside.

"Your brother and sister-in-law are-," Scully grabbed his the
arm he was pointing toward the sharing wall of the master
bedroom and placed it on her ass.  She silenced his talking
with a deep kiss.  She worked her tongue sensuously in his
mouth until he elicited that moan she so liked to hear from
him.  

"Mulder, you've got to keep quiet," she whispered as she ran
her hands under his shirt, tracing his pectorals with her
fingertips.  "I certainly hope you didn't use up all of your
energy climbing that pole."

"For you Scully," he said as he moved his hand under the
T-shirt to caress her breasts.  "I have a reserve."

He brought his mouth hungrily to her neck, causing Scully's
knees to give a little.   She was having a hard time
breathing.  Even now, for as many times as he'd kissed her
there, it still made her lose it.  His pleased laughter at her
reaction felt like another caress in her ear, filling her
internally and inducing a flooding from her core.

She let her hands drift lower and as she massaged his lower
back, dipped her hand under the waistbands of his clothing. 
She took a hold of him and stroked with all of her fingers,
applying the pressure she knew he liked best.  He twitched
in her grasp, his hips surging toward her.  She let her
fingernails graze his balls.

"Oh, god, Scully," he hissed.

She smiled and removed her hand.  He whimpered and she
whispered again, "Quiet, Mulder."

He opened his eyes and leered at her.  She was in trouble
now.  But the best kind.  

She helped him off with his shirt and as she started reaching
to put her mouth on his bare chest, he pushed her back onto
the bed.  Her head hung off one side of the bed and her feet
off the other.  She spread her legs and propped herself up
onto her elbows.  "Well?"

"Scully, was this your bed?  When you were a kid?"  He
asked her.

She nodded slowly and smiled a little.  "Do you like that
idea, Mulder?"  She sat up so that her face was level with
his hips.  Hooking her fingers under the waistbands, she
pulled down his sweatpants and boxers.  

As he stepped out of them, he tried to ask, "Did you ever,
um,"

"What, Mulder?  Did I ever what?"  She kissed his lower
abdomen.  "Did I ever have sex in this bed before?  Is that
what you want to know?"  She watched his cock twitch at her
question.

Looking up at him, she could tell he was having trouble
forming a coherent question so she offered the information
he was hoping to know.  "Yes, Mulder, yes I have.  In fact," 
she raised her self unto her knees so that she could talk into
his ear.  "The first time I ever came was in this bed."  She
traced the outside of his ear with her tongue.

His legs must have went weak for she felt his weight leaning
into her.  She kept her hands at her sides and continued to
talk into his ear.  "Yes, Mulder, I was alone."  The self-
satisfaction she felt at what she could do to him just by
talking was just as thrilling as feeling him rub his erection
into her belly.  As he was swallowing hard, she went on, "I
lost my virginity in this bed, Mulder, too."  He groaned
slightly.  "That's right, Mulder.  I did, and my mom and dad
were outside, cooking bratwurst and corn on the grill, I
believe.  And I was in my room, laying on this bed, with
Devin McConathy, trying my damnedest not to scream out at
the top of my lungs."

He was sucking at her neck as she spoke and soon she
realized that it wasn't only his cock she felt poking into her,
but his hand as well as he stroked himself.  Scully was
pleased.  

Outside, thunder cracked in the distance, the storm moving
further away.  The noise broke his reverie and he pushed
her back down onto the bed and kneeled on the floor.  He
grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward him.  Scully
shrieked a little.  "Shh, quiet, remember?"

It was payback time again, she saw it in his eyes, along with
the sight of his red ears.  She sat up a little to help him slide
her underwear down off of her.  As was their custom to
exchange raised eyebrows, she met his gaze, letting him
know she ready to take anything he had in mind.  From the
first time they had made love together, she had no idea sex
could be like it was with him.  She also had no idea how
much fun it could be.  It was more than just a formula of
foreplay and intercourse with them.  They both had a knack
for incorporating piquancy at it's extreme into the act and it
was a challenge always for one to outdo the other.

Mulder took both of her legs and wrapped draped them over
his shoulders.  He started with his hands holding her thighs,
and placed his head between them.  Truth be told, her inner
thighs were actually his most favorite part of Scully's body. 
The skin there was softer than on any other place and he
just loved the feeling when she held his body to her with
them.   Slowly he ran his tongue from her knee all the way
up the side toward her center, stopping just short of it.  He
skipped over her and continued the same movement in the
opposite direction down the other leg.

She was holding as still as she possibly could, Mulder could
tell.  She always did this, pretending that he wasn't having
any effect on her.  He moved back toward the softest area of
her inner thigh and began a rhythmic sucking movement up
and down a smaller area.  He continued until she gave up
and began pushing herself toward him, imploring him to
move closer.  

He obliged, but not completely.  He teased every other place
around her sex but the very center.  He let his tongue rub at
the concave area where her labia joined for several
moments, until finally she was whimpering.  He moved his
hands up and took hold of her waist, massaging her lower
back as he continued his ministrations.  Eventually, as he'd
hoped, she could stand it no longer and she used her
elbows to push herself into his mouth.

"Damn you, Mulder," she breathed and he laughed into her.

Scully felt like she was on fire.  Her nipples ached and she
felt her blood pulsating there and at her center.  He was
making her feel like crying, the anticipation so sweet she
could bare it no longer.  He then hugged his arms around
her waist and pulled her into his face. It was all she could do
to keep from grinding into his nose.  She wouldn't give him
that satisfaction just yet.  

He was doing something down there with his lips and tongue
that she wasn't sure she'd ever felt him do before.  It was
barely describable.  He was taking her lips and drawing
them in and out of his mouth gently and ran his tongue all
around them somehow it seemed at the same time.  Then
he'd move to her clitoris and do the same.  Then the other
side.  Then her entrance.  She sat up and grabbed at
Mulder's head, pushing herself toward him now.  The
thunder outside had ceased, but the rain felt still.   She was
aware of nothing but that sound and the rhythm of Mulder's
mouth.  Lips, clit, lips, inside, clit, lips, inside, over and
over...

"Dana?"  They both heard the knock on the door and the
sound of her mother's voice and ceased movement.  "Dana,
honey, how's your head?"

"Uhh...," she looked down at Mulder and he looked up at
her, eyebrows raised high and eyes wide.  He pulled away
and she really felt like crying then.  Shit.  She saw Mulder
trying hard not to laugh.  "Shut-up!"  she mouthed at him and
shoved his clothes under the bed.

"Dana?  Are you okay?  How come the door is locked?"

"Uh, it is?"  She motioned Mulder to get down lower on the
floor.  "I guess," she looked at the bed for any tell-tale signs
and then moved for the door, "I guess I must have done that
on accident.  Sorry," she said, opening the door to her
mother.

"That's alright.  How are you feeling - oh, Dana, your face,
it's all red.  Are you running a fever?"

She swore she heard Mulder laughing, so she made sure to
speak loudly.  "Uh, maybe I am, I don't know.  This crazy
summer weather hasn't been kind on my allergies."

"Look at yourself, your eyes are dilated, your sweating.  I
really think you're getting sick, hon."

To humor her mother, she looked at herself in the mirror. 
"You could be right, mom, maybe I am getting sick."  Or
maybe I'm just really turned on and all too ready for my
partner to fuck my brains out.  As she realized what she was
seeing in the mirror is exactly how Mulder saw her, she felt
warmer.  This is what I look like?  What a lucky boy, he is.

"Well, I'll just take something and lie down, try to get some
sleep, maybe that will keep it from coming.  On.  Coming
on."

"Yes, and you certainly don't want to pass anything on to the
baby.  `Night, Dana."

She shut the door and let out a sigh.  Mulder got up on his
feet and moved toward her.  He wrapped his arms around
her waist and kissed her forehead, chuckling quietly.  "Oh,
Scully, I'm so sorry."

She laughed despite herself.  She let Mulder pull her T-shirt
off of her and looked up at him.  "You're not nervous about
this anymore?"

"Scully, right now, I would do you on CNN for the whole
world to see.  Cessation is impossible at this point."  He
lowered his head toward her chest, running his tongue over
her breasts, stifling her responsory laugh.

"Then just do it, Mulder.  Please."

Though he was getting close to past the point, it became a
personal challenge to see just how long he could hold out. 
He wanted to hear her begging him again.  

"But, Scully, a headache?"  he teased.

"Shut-ah," she drew in a breath as he took one of her
breasts in his mouth, "Up, Mulder."

"No, down, Scully,"  he said, switching to the other.  "Down."

He loved to feel her hands in his hair, holding on as if for
dear life.  For relief if nothing else, he took a hand to himself
again to stroke.  Almost unaware of it, Scully had sunk down
to her knees.  She took his hands in hers, moving them
away from what he was doing, and as he saw her mouth
head toward him, he sunk to the floor.  

"Scully, I gotta sit down," he tried to explain, but soon was
seeing stars as she took him into her mouth. 
"Jeeezisscully."  

It was excruciating pleasure.  She took just the tip in her
mouth and held him at the base.  She stroked him evenly
with her thumb as she licked him all around.  She ran her
tongue up and down the sides.  Then she would draw him in
and out of her mouth.  Then back to the sides.

"Omigod, Scully, omigod, Scull...eee,"  He shut his eyes
tightly and his breath left him as he felt her wrap her tongue
around the width of him, then pull him sideways into her
mouth.  He felt tears welling as she ran her mouth up and
down his length.  Slowly, then faster, and when she began
to moan, he wasn't sure he could hold out any longer.

"Dana?"  Bill peeked his head in the door, toward the bed.

Scully jumped up from her place.  "Uh, Bill, I'm not dressed."

"Oh, sorry," he said and pulled the door shut to a crack. 
"Listen, we're gonna go out and get some ice cream, you
want us to bring you back anything?"

She eyed the moisture that had formed on Mulder's cock. 
"Thanks, Bill, that's okay.  I don't need anything."  Mulder
was smiling and shaking his head at her.

"Okay, see you later, then."

She shut the door again and eyed Mulder, still sitting on the
floor.

"Alright," he said, getting up.  "This is it.  It's now or never,
Dana Scully."

She giggled in her chest as he lifted her off of the floor and
moved her back to the bed.  He coaxed her to sit down on
the edge and then kneeled on the floor.  Before she knew
what was happening he had thrust into her and they both let
out a long sigh.

"Ohh...Mulderrrr, I can never get used to how good that
feelsss..." she drew in a sharp breath as he began to move.

Three times, she counted, that he moved himself out of her
completely then slowly pushed back in.  "I know, Ssscully, I
know," he agreed, "Guh-ahhd, I know."  

At first, the only sound in the room was their breathing and
the squeak of the bed.  She circled her hips into him and he
picked up the pace a bit.  Mulder reached up and took hold
of her breasts, massaging them until she was crying out
from the sensation.

"ScullyScullyScully,"  He grunted in time with his movements
and in harmony with her cries.  "So...good.  This is so...
so...ah, fuck, Scully."

As ridiculous as his words may have sounded, hearing them
in between his loud groans helped her along.  "Keep going,
Mmulder," her voice was breathy and higher than normal. 
"Ohhh, don't, don't... ohahh..mmm,"  was all she could
manage to speak.

She drew her feet up from the floor so that her heels were
digging into the mattress.  She lifted her body to his every
thrust.  He strokes got quicker all the time.  "Oh, Mulder, this
is so, so,"  she ceased trying to speak and began to moan
instead.  With his every thrust, she moaned.

She was almost there, hovering on that edge that made her
wish for it to never end and the desperate need for
completion.  She pushed into him harder and he drove into
her faster than she though she'd ever known he was
capable.  Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt her
pulse in every nerve ending, the burn in her center ever
increasing until she cried out a long, "Ohhhh...yesss," again
and again, the intensity of the orgasm taking her by
surprise.  It seemed to go on and on forever and she was
barely aware of Mulder continuing to drive into her.

"Scully, yeah, yeah, yeah,"  he said with every plunge, so
intense now that he was moving the entire bed.  Finally, he
screamed long as he finished of with a few short strokes,
relishing in the way Scully's own orgasm still gripped at him,
pulling all of him inside her.  Good thing no one was home. 
It was loud.  The whole damn time, he was loud.  They both
were.

After what seemed like ten minutes to him, he collapsed on
top of her, shaking as badly as she was.  He caressed her
as best he could manage and held her as she made her
return to reality.  

"Holy shit," Mulder heard her breathe out.  "I don't believe -
holy shit."

"Holy shit," he agreed.

Suddenly, the mattress gave, falling out of the frame and
crashing to the floor.  Mulder grabbed Scully and pulled her
to him to keep her from falling as well.  They looked at one
another and just as they were about to break out into a
mutual laughing fit, they heard,

"Dana?  Dana?  Are you okay?"  

Mulder threw a T-shirt Scully's way and hid behind the door,
just as Bill threw it open.

"Yeah, I'm fine, the slat just fell out of the bed, that's all.  I'll
just stick it back in there."

"Well, let me help you-"

"No!  No, that's okay, I can do it,"  she said, "It used to
happen all the time, remember?"  She wasn't sure what sort
of visible evidence she and Mulder had left behind.  She
was already afraid he could smell it.   Then it occurred to her
that he may have heard more than just the bed breaking. 
"Uh, I thought you guys had gone out for ice cream."

"Oh, yeah, we did.  We got there and realized no one had
any money, so I came back.  I heard this big crash when I
opened the door."

She glanced at Mulder and they shared a look of extreme
relief.  Bill bid her goodbye again and she leaned up against
the door.  Mulder took her in his arms and hugged her to
him, laughing quietly.  He pulled away to kiss her again.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Bill called from the hall, "Mulder
called."

"Thanks.  Thanks a lot."


       end

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