An Angry Scully

Part 12

by

Trycee

Time-Line: Season 7

Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not for profit.

Scully sighed loudly, her eyes closed. "Mulder, turn the TV down," she whined.

She reached out, pushing on his chest. "Mulder, turn the TV down, the sound is too loud. I'm trying to sleep."

"Mmmm?", Mulder sighed. "Scully, there is no TV, and we don't have power even if we did...remember?"

Scully and Mulder shot up in the bed. "Helicopters."

"Right above us."

Scully turned towards Mulder. "That was a knock."

"Agents, Mulder and Scully?", a voice rung out from the porch.

They sat immobile, stunned into silence, listening as the voice continued. "It's the FBI retrieval team. Assistant Director, Walter Skinner had us look for you. A Jan and Bob said you were in this particular cabin."

Scully covered her naked body with their blanket. Mulder grabbed his boxers off the floor and quickly slipped them on. "Ugh...Give us a minute to get our stuff together."

"We'll be outside."

"We?", Scully said, slipping on her thermals. She walked over to the dresser and pulled on her pants and blouse. She peered out from the window blinds. "There's a whole team out there."

"I guess we're finally being rescued."

Scully turned to look at him. "What do we do with all our stuff? Leave it? One look and they'll know we were sleeping together in the same bed."

"Scully, they already think we sleep together. This time, they'd be right."

"Still," she said, grabbing the blankets and sheet off the bed. She folded it up and placed it on the sofa. She frowned. There was no way around it. There was no way to make it look like they hadn't spent the last three weeks in the same bed. Scully sighed. She was sure Skinner would be informed of the layout of their cabin and he would be furious. She quickly packed her bags and then moved over to the kitchen. "What do we do with the rest of the food?"

Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "Leave it. Maybe someone could use it, like we did."

Mulder grabbed a pot of water and doused the flames in the fireplace. Scully turned one last time to look around. "Is it weird to say, I'm gonna miss it?"

"No. I think I'll miss this place too."

"This is it, Mulder."

Mulder wrapped his arms around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. "Come on, Scully. The real world is waiting for us."

"You're right" she sighed.

Mulder grabbed both of their bags and pushed the front door open. They sat down on the bench, placing their boots and snow shoes on, as several men, dressed in blue FBI coats, with black face masks stared at them and whispered amongst themselves. The FBI Agents were dressed in metal military snowboots and were shoveling the outside of their cabin. Scully pushed open the screendoor, stepping out with Mulder close behind her.

"I'm Agent Ryan. Agents?"

"Mulder and Scully," Mulder answered.

"It's good to see you," Scully said, over the sound of the chopper blades. Mulder noted that she was back, the cool and calm Agent Scully that he knew and loved.

"Agents, I need you to walk over to the drop site and we'll get you from there."

Agent Ryan grabbed their bags and pointed towards the designated area beneath the helicopter. Scully and Mulder walked through the mounds of snow to the clearing that was simply a circular patch of snow clear of trees. They could hear the snow crunching beneath their feet as they settled beneath the helicopter. Scully turned to see two of the agents following them. Another agent had closed the cabin door and gave a thumbs up. The remaining Agents began to follow the same path that lead to the clearing in the trees. Once there, a basket was dropped from the helicopter. Scully glanced nervously towards Mulder. He could read her thoughts. She'd always been afraid of flying and this was not something she had ever been comfortable with. Mulder turned to Agent Ryan. "Can we both go at the same time?"

"Yeah. You can both get in. It'll be a snug fit. She'd have to sit on your lap."

Mulder could see the snickers of some of the rescue team. "We'll be fine," Mulder answered.

Mulder sat in the tiny capsule and then pulled Scully onto his lap. She glared at each Agent until they wiped the smiles off their faces. Despite her stoicism, Mulder could feel the tension within her.

The Agents were watching them and whistling and jeering under their breaths but Mulder just wrapped his arms around Scully even tighter. Agent Ryan signaled and they were lifted up in the air. Scully gripped the edges, as they began to spin. Scully closed her eyes as they were slowly being pulled upward into the air. Mulder pressed his cheek against hers, trying to soothe her with his touch. She relaxed, knowing that Mulder would never let her go. The basket jerked with a stop, leaving them to dangle in the sky beneath the helicopter. Four strong hands reached out and began to pull the basket into the helicopter. They were assisted out of the helicopter and then buckled into their seats. Mulder and Scully reached their hands out, gripping each other. The basket was returned again and again until everyone was seated behind them, strapped down and ready to take off, heading for Washington D.C.

FBI Headquarters:

Skinner tapped his pencil on his desk. He checked his watch and then out of habit, glanced up at the wall clock, as if the time would be different. They were late, of course. The door flew open and Scully, dressed in one of her black pants suits came in, sitting in her spot. He could tell she had spent the past two nights, scrubbing away the past three weeks after living in such harsh conditions. Scully was dressed as impeccably as she normally was, she was well groomed and quite attractive, despite the ordeal they had encountered in such primitive circumstances.

Skinner's eyes finally focused on Mulder. He was shaved and dressed in one of his Armani suits. Skinner could tell that he hadn't lost much weight. He looked pretty fit for a man stranded in a frozen tundra. They both looked better than they usually did whenever they had to appear before him. "Glad to see you back, Agents."

"Thank You, sir," Scully answered.

"Good to be back," Mulder stated. "It was a long three weeks."

Skinner nodded. "I read your statements. You ran out of food and firewood and had no electricity at one point."

"Yes sir," Scully answered. "There was a bear..."

"Knocked a tree into the electrical box on the side of the house," Mulder stated.

Skinner could tell they were nervous. Certainly something had happened between them. He sighed. "I understand this was the best you could do to bunk down during the storm. I think you did well. Obviously, you survived such harsh conditions."

"Yes, Sir. Thank You, Sir."

Mulder nodded, his hands gripping the edge of his chair.

"I'm sure your eager to get back to the X-Files."

"Yes, sir," they both answered.

"Well, I'll let you get to it."

They stood and Mulder placed his hand on his spot. Skinner watched as his hand dipped slightly lower before creeping back up.

Skinner shook his head. "Well, it's about time..."

Scully's Apartment:

Scully stared at the wall clock. It was almost seven, just two hours after she and Mulder had gotten off work. It had been two days or two thousand eight hundred and eighty minutes since they arrived back in D.C and were dropped off at their own separate homes. They had managed a phone call or two but per an agreed upon rule, they stayed away from each other until seven a.m that morning, when they had returned to work at the X-Files. It had been difficult for Scully to jump straight back into their routine. It had been hard on them both after what they had been through. They hadn't been hurt or in too much danger but being apart from each other was even harder. Scully recalled the words that Mulder had said before leaving work. "Seven."

And so it was nearing seven and she could feel her heart racing as every second ticked by. There was a stack of mail waiting on her but she could care less. All she wanted was to see him. The arm on the clock moved again but Scully hadn't registered that in her mind. She heard footsteps down the hall that stopped in front of her door. She yanked the door open and grabbed Mulder by the neck, planting a long hard kiss on his lips. Mulder tossed the roses down on her floor and swung the door closed, as he pushed Scully backwards until her bottom hit the side of the couch, He began assaulting her lips as he pushed and pulled her clothes off her in every direction.. "Mulder, bedroom!", she managed to say.

Mulder raced behind her, stopping at the threshold of her bedroom. He watched as Scully climbed on top of her bed and he moaned. "I've imagined fucking you in here since the first time I saw it."

"I have a drawer full of dildos where I imagined the same thing," she said, licking her lips.

Mulder took her in, she was splayed out on the bed, her back curved as she watched him stroke himself. He was delighted in her curiosity. He grew even harder as she watched him. Scully's breasts were perky, and her nipples were as tight as a needle point. Her abs and stomach looked so inviting but it was her appex he was most interested in. She was trimmed, but he could still see a small amount of reddish hair, that let him know she was indeed a woman, a woman with maturity and sexual prowess. He could see the glistening of her pussy lips and all he wanted was to taste her. He climbed on the bed and lifted her legs over his shoulders in one quick swoop. He watched as Scully threw her head back as he stuck his tongue inside of her and then gathered her tiny bud into his mouth, pulling gently and biting it before licking it soothingly. She was already almost there, and he had just started. Mulder plunged his tongue back inside of her as she erupted into flames, her body spasming and jerking as her juices began to invade his tongue. He drank it down like he was drinking soda. "You taste amazing."

"I seem to come fast when you do that, Mulder."

"That's okay," Mulder said. "Just as long as I'm giving you pleasure, Scully."

"You are," she sighed. "I wanna give you just as much."

"No," Mulder said, as she moved towards him. "I wanna be inside you, Scully. I wanna see you watch me as I slide into you. I want to see you cum again and I want us joined together."

"It feels different, us being here, in my bed."

"It feels right," he said, layering her with kisses.

"It was hard concentrating on work today, because I wanted you so badly. I missed you every single second these past two days since we got back."

He caressed Scully's face. "I love you so much, Scully. It's been hell being away from you. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat."

She rubbed the back of his neck, pulling him down closer to her lips. "I know, I feel the same way."

"God, I missed you," he said, positioning himself at her opening.

Mulder plunged inside of her petite body and listened for her audible gasp and all her other whimpers, as she fiercely counter-thrusted. He was amazed at how well they fit together. They were seamless and never seemed to tire of one another. Mulder stared into Scully's eyes. He wanted to connect to her body, mind and soul. They were capable of reading each other so well just by connecting through their eyes. And with using their hands, they could touch each other in a way that no one else could. Mulder wasn't certain who in the universe he should thank, but he wanted to thank them anyway whenever he touched her in a way that gave her the most pleasure. He lived for those moments.

"I feel so lucky, Scully," he sighed as he slid out and thrust back into her tight opening. "How did I get to be this lucky?"

"I love you so much, Mulder," she said, as she began to shake from her orgasm.

"I can't believe I'm inside of you in your bedroom," he said, as he pumped. "Another fantasy come true."

She sighed as she gaze up into his eyes, noticing the way he began to shudder, his forehead full of sweat. She was now an expert in his telltale signs of his impending climax. She loved the look on Mulder's face, a mixture of pleasure and pain. She could feel her body tensing up again, much to her surprise. "Come with me, Mulder," she said, urging him on. "You are so sexy, Mulder. God, I love the way you feel inside me. I love the way you look at me. The way you touch me. God, Mulder...", she purred. "I'm getting there again because of you."

She could feel the building of another orgasm as Mulder roughly slammed his cock into her. The friction was delicious as he ground his pelvis against her clitoris. She began to thrash around as he held her down, and pushed inside of her. "Oh GOD!", Scully screamed as her head fell back against the pillow. She was breathing hard as Mulder shot off cum deep inside her womb. He collapsed to the side of her and quickly gathered Scully in his arms. She grabbed her blankets and covered their bodies. "One rule, Mulder..."

He turned to look at her. "Yeah?"

"We leave eachother's home before sunup."

Mulder shook his head. "I don't like that rule. I like that we could wake up to each other in the cabin."

"We're not in the cabin anymore," she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "And we could be seen coming out of each other's apartments. How would we explain that?"

"All night case?", he smiled.

"You know I want to wake up to you too every morning like we did, Mulder. I want all of it."

Mulder turned to his side. "Seeing you in the morning wearing one of my thermals..."

Scully gently slapped his arm. "Mulder..."

"No seriously. It was sexy. You were sexy. And man, it was even better when it was off ."

Scully smirked. "You know, I'm gonna say something I would never normally say, but after what we went through... "

"Yeah?", Mulder asked.

"Perhaps...", Scully teased. "Next vacation, we could both take off and go to a cabin, just the two of us. One with indoor plumbing, that is."

"You wouldn't mind it?", he said, his mouth hung open.

Scully touched Mulder's cheek and smiled, her blue eyes filled with love. "I would absolutely love to be there with you, Mulder. We got so much closer. And we had so much sex...", she chuckled.

"YES, we did," he smirked.

"So, yeah. I wanna go back with you."

Mulder kissed her lips. "Okay. Then we'll go back but not there."

"Somewhere closer to home. And absolutely with indoor plumbing," Scully said, as her eyebrow arched.

"I promise," Mulder said.

"Are you hungry?", she said, sitting up. "I could order us some dinner. I thought..."

"Yeah, I'm starving," he said. "I've barely eaten in the past two days."

"Don't you have all the restaurants on speed dial in your phone?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The pizza I ordered tasted terrible when it was delivered. I kinda miss the stews and stuff you cooked for me."

"I went grocery shopping. I had to toss out everything that was in my fridge out and clean it thoroughly. "

"Well, that's the plus side of having a chronically empty fridge like mine. No need to clean it."

Scully inhaled deeply and let the air drag out slowly from her lungs and a grimace on her face. "Remind me never to eat anything out of your fridge."

After dressing in what they could find on her floor, they walked back into the living room, collecting the rest of their clothes. Mulder followed Scully to the couch. He settled down with Scully seated next to him, her head nestled in the warmth of his arms. "This couch feels so much better than the one in the cabin."

"No hard wood log feel under our asses.," she smirked.

"Log ass wasn't the greatest look, Scully."

She picked up her phone and dialed the Chinese restaurant she knew by heart. "The usual, Mulder?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. As long it's not freezed dried."

"Yes, not one more thing freezed dried," she said, listening to the receiver. "Yes. Two number three's and two orders of spring rolls. Yes, that's right," she said, into the phone.

She hung up and then settled into Mulder's arms. She could feel Mulder's breath on her cheek. She felt safe and loved. Mulder smiled as he placed the bag of VHS tapes on the table. "Okay, Scully. You're choice. Dances with Wolves, Sarah, Plain and Tall, or Christy."

Scully smiled. "First of all, you're whipped. And second of all...well, there is no second of all..."

Mulder grinned as he squeezed her tightly against him. "Guilty as charged. I'm head over heels in love with my partner," he said, yelling at the top of his lungs. "My sexy little tasty partner who has starred in ALL my fantasies for nearly seven straight years. SO, am I whipped? HELL YEAH, I'M WHIPPED."

Scully chuckled and shook her head. "Dances with Wolves, Mulder."

"Dances with Wolves?", he asked, calmly. "Good choice," he said, pushing the tape into the VHS player.

"Get ready to be entertained," he said.

"Nothing can compare to our real lives, Mulder."

He kissed the top of her head. "Okay, then. Get ready for another really crazy story."

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