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darkesttimelinestuff · 4 months

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Twinning

#the x files #txf #Gillian Anderson #scully #house of mirth #Lily Bart #titanic #rose #kate winslet

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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Happy Halloween, Philes!

#the x files #txf #scully #mulder #thexfiles #dana scully #the x-files #mulder and scully #fox mulder #gillian and david #david duchovny #gillian anderson #halloween #happy halloweeeeeeen

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"Do you even know what this means?"

This is a continuation of "Just in case this doesn't work," where I explore bisexual Dana Scully and the possible throuple. Sorry to the hardcore MSR shippers out there. This is just for fun and I hope some of you like it.

Or you can find it here. Yay for ao3!

Prompt #4 - "Do you even know what this means?"

4.

The simple fact is that Jenna is perfect for them. She is sexy and confident, well-spoken, the top in her field in cancer research, and craves the privacy that both Mulder and Scully desire from this particular arrangement.

The couple had agreed on a sign if things were going badly. A pull on the earlobe and clearing of the throat means “this is not working out! Abort mission immediately!” But instead of needing the signal, the drive home was filled with talk about how wonderful Jenna is, how they couldn’t have found a more perfect third.

The next day they call Jenna.

“Hi, it’s Katherine.” They had decided on using middle names.

“Oh, hi Katherine. I’m so glad you called,” Jenna’s voice says on the other end. “I had a very nice time with you and William yesterday.”

“So did we, Jenna,” Scully agrees. “We were wondering if you’d like to meet next weekend. Maybe we could all have some fun together.”

Scully had thought that inviting a woman into their bed would be more difficult, filled with anxiety and a stomach full of butterflies, like your very first kiss on a first date. But she found that this was surprisingly easy. Or, that perhaps, she would feel jealous at the thought of Mulder touching another woman. She wasn’t sure if it was Mulder’s firm hand on her back, the maturity that comes with age and experience, or the way Jenna made her feel at ease. Scully wanted this. Wanted Jenna and to watch Mulder fuck her.

“I would love that,” Jenna says, and Scully could hear the smile in her voice.

Scully nods at Mulder, who is planting soft kisses on her neck and pushing his erect penis into her thigh. They are both so ready.

5.

The hotel room is small, tasteful. Mulder used an alias when booking and will pay cash at check out. Scully is wearing only a satin robe, for ease once their activities start.

Mulder is in a white t-shirt and jeans, hoping to not seem too eager or deviant when Jenna arrives. He lays on the bed next to Scully, rubbing a teasing finger between her legs, her thighs falling to the side with each stroke.

“You’re going to make me finish before we’ve even started,” Scully rasps.

“What’s wrong with that?” Mulder asks. “It’d be sexy. A little preview of what’s to come… so to speak.”

“Do you even know what this means?” Scully asked. Off Mulder’s confused look she said, “We might be in a throuple.”

“No,” Mulder chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I only have room in my heart for one woman.”

His fingers continued to spread her slickness over his finger and around her pussy, making her arch slightly off the bed. She was already so turned on and ready for more. Scully reached up to kiss Mulder while she palmed his erection.

That’s when there came a knock at the door. Mulder stood and crossed the room while Scully arranged herself, wanting to appear somewhat propper before she and Mulder make love to this woman. First appearances, sexual or otherwise, are important.

Jenna walks into the room with a sense of calm and confidence that makes Scully sure she has done this before. It’s comforting to know that she has some experience, isn’t a novice, and, hopefully, won’t become too attached to either her or Mulder. Among many things, they had agreed that leaving feelings at the door is one of their top priorities. This is, after all, about sexual pleasure and only that.

“Hello,” she says in her sultry voice. “Are we ready to get started?”

“I think so,” Mulder says with equal parts excitement and nervousness in his voice.

Scully smiles, and crosses the room to meet them, says, “Absolutely,” and reaches up to give Jenna a lingering kiss.

Jenna’s hands land on Scully’s hips, massaging through the soft fabric of the robe. Scully moans softly and pulls away. She bites her lip, looking into Jenna’s eyes. Then she looks at Mulder, guiding Jenna to him. Mulder takes the hint and meets Jenna the rest of the way, bending to brush his lips over Jenna’s plush mouth.

To be continued...

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"Just in case this doesn't work."

This is my final story for Fictober! It was meant to be short, just a few hundred words, but it's a little longer than expected. It will contain a few chapters (not certain how many yet) that will use the remainder of the prompts. Sorry to those pure MSR folks out there. This one will deviate from that with bisexual Scully. Maybe even bisexual Mulder!

Thanks to those with an open mind.

Prompt #21- "Just in case this doesn't work."

No beta, but my good friend AnonymousFijiMermaid did glance at this. This one is for you, my friend!

Disclaimer: I don't recall where I first found this image, but it's hilarious and wonderful and kudos to the artist. Please tag them if you know who made this.

And now, for the main course! Thanks for reading!

1.

If there is one thing you could say about their sex life, it’s that they were always open, ready to experiment and try new things. Today Mulder and Scully are ready to push the boundaries of their relationship even more. It’s something they had talked about for a long time. Scully would often describe the act in great detail, building their excitement to explosive orgasms.

“It’s really happening,” Mulder sys, fidgeting.

Scully adjusts her dark wine-colored blouse and looked up at him. She senses his nervousness and she feels it too. The exhilaration of what they’re about to do rising inside her, threatening to spill over.

“This is it,” she replies. “It’s happening.”

“What do you think it will be like?” Mulder wonders.

“We’ll find out soon,” Scully smiles and walks to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You look very sexy.”

Mulder wears a tight gray shirt and jeans. Casual, but somehow breathtakingly arousing. She feels that her low-cut blouse, something she would never wear to work, and slacks that make her ass look amazing, work well with his look. They make one hot couple.

Mulder takes her hand in his, says, “Just in case this doesn’t work, we’re still coming back here and having mind blowing sex, right?”

2.

They had searched endlessly through profiles. Countless possibilities. But it took many long hours of conversation to find the right person.

Getting passed Scully was the first, and toughest, test: was the person willing to be exclusive, discreet; were they intelligent and sexy, willing to have an open discussion about expectations? Mulder’s expectations were less intense: was their prospective “other” fun and sexy? Could they please both him and Scully?

After finally narrowing it down to one person, who was seemingly perfect for them, Mulder and Scully finally decided it was time they all met in person.

They pull up to a bistro forty miles north of their home. It is quaint and quiet in the midday lull, perfect for a private chat. Mulder and Scully arrive early and sit facing the door, eagerly waiting for their guest.

They each order a glass of wine to sip while they wait, the alcohol dulling those little butterflies in Scully’s stomach.

“What do you think it will be like?” Scully asks.

Mulder ponders this for a minute and says, “Just like we always talked about. But also, Scully, if at any point you don’t feel comfortable, all you have to do is say so. There is no pressure at all.”

She smiles at her sweet, considerate man. Of course he would say that after they had discussed this at length. Of course he would ensure her comfort and pleasure. What more could she ask for?

“I know,” she says. “But there is no way I am changing my mind unless this person is a shapeshifting murderous monster.”

The door opens then and Mulder taps Scully’s hip under the table. They both look up to find their very attractive guest staring at them.

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"I don't know if they will accept this."

Prompt #27 - "I don't know if they will accept this."

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Scully stared at Mulder in disbelief and blinked as if to make sense of what he was telling her. “We work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation!” she exclaimed. “This has to be a joke. I can’t even begin to imagine what would happen to our jobs, our careers, to the X-Files, if anyone found out about this! I don’t know if they will accept this.”

“Please,” Mulder pleaded, “calm down.”

Scully paced the cramped space of their living room, shaking her head. “This is so irresponsible.”

“I thought it was a good way to make some extra cash. Get us that new boiler we’ve been meaning to install.”

“But like this?” Scully said. “This isn’t the way.”

“No one has to know,” he placated.

Scully stopped pacing and shot him an incredulous look. “And just how will you make sure that no one finds your OnlyFans account?”

“I make sure to never show my face. The camera angle is low, on my… um… “ He glanced down at his crotch and Scully’s eyes quickly followed.

“On your big, fat cock?” she offered.

“Yeah, on my cock.”

“And what do you do in your videos?” Scully asked, more intrigued than upset now.

Mulder patted the couch and she sat next to him, rubbing his knee.

“Well, there are subscribers,” he explained, “who can make requests for certain kinds of videos or pictures or livestreams.”

“And you deliver?”

“That’s the idea,” he said.

“How many videos have you made so far?” she asked.

“Two,” he answered honestly.

Scully pondered this a moment. “I don’t object to your body being out there, viewed by millions of women. And men!”

Mulder laughed. “Well, I don’t know about millions, but there has been some interest.”

“But I’m worried about someone finding out it’s you,” she continued. “Can it be traced back to us? Our house?”

Mulder laid his hand on top of her small one. “Probably,” he said. “But someone would have to know to search. I won’t give anyone a reason to do that. No face, no personal items, no identifying marks.”

This new business venture intrigued Scully. Her own personal porn star right here in her very own house. The idea that people were touching themselves to her partner was so hot, so wild.

“So, could people request a couple?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s definitely something we can offer,” Mulder said, his smiling growing wide.

“Because it would be so hot for you to take me from behind,” she said, nipping at his neck, “while others watched.”

“Oh, it certainly would.” He cupped her breasts, kneaded, teased her nipples. “But we’d have to be extra careful.”

Scully sat straight. “Why is that?” she asked.

Mulder reached up and twisted a lock of her hair, touched the small of her back.

“Identifying marks,” she said and Mulder nodded. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get started!”

Mulder fondled her breasts over her shirt as Scully unbuttoned her pants.

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"I may not get another chance to say this."

Fictober Prompt #27 - "I may not get another chance to say this."

Rounding the corner to Skinner’s office, Diana came face-to-face with something she didn’t like very much. Mulder and Scully walked out of the A.D.’s office entirely too close for professionalism, his hand on the small of her back. Such an intimate gesture for work colleagues.

Diana felt her face flush, but she forced a smile as she approached them. “Fox,” she said. “Agent Scully.”

Scully only gave her a tight smile, but Mulder said, “Hello, Diana. Into the lion’s den?”

She was relieved to see he’d stopped to talk to her. Lately she felt she’d been losing him. He was no longer interested in consulting on X-Files cases, no longer interested in meeting her after hours. He seemed distant. Distracted.

“I see you made it out alive,” she joked and pulled the door open. “Fox, can I call you later to discuss something?”

“Sure,” he replied. And with that he followed his partner to their desks in the bullpen.

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The restaurant she chose lacked the ambiance she was accustomed to. There were no exclusive menus or overpriced meals. This place was poorly lit and sad. It fit her mood perfectly.

“Thanks for meeting me,” Diana said and Mulder only nodded, so she continued. “I never got a chance to tell you how sorry I am about you losing the X-Files.”

“Thanks, Diana. I’m getting by.”

“That doesn’t negate the pain,” she said, sliding her slender fingers over his hands.

“No, it doesn’t,” he said, and didn’t pull away. “So, is that why you called me here, Diana? This doesn’t seem like your usual hangout.”

“I wanted something more anonymous,” she admitted. Their corner of the restaurant was especially dark, away from the main street, their booth nearly cast in shadow.

“Something away from all the Washington elites?” he asked with a wry smile.

“In a way. And, as for why I’ve called you here… well, Fox,” she smiled, leaned in a little closer, and blinked her long lashes at him, “I’ve missed you.”

That’s when Mulder pulled away, leaning back in the vinyl booth. He ran a hand through his hair. “I… uh… I’m not sure what to say.”

“Say you’ve missed me,” she relied.

“Diana, I… I’ve certainly missed some of the good times we used to have.”

“Oh, Fox,” she said, moving closer to him so that their hips were touching, “I’ve missed you so much. The way we work together. The way we,” she leaned and whispered in his ear, “play together.” A great sense of satisfaction swept through her as he visibly shuddered.

“Hey, now hold on a second,” Mulder said, sliding down the booth to put space between him and Diana. “I didn’t know that’s what you had in mind.”

“Oh, it is,” she said. "Now, listen, because I may not get another chance to say this. I may be sent off to another part of the country. Maybe even Asia this time. Mulder, I’d… I’d like you to come with me. It would be a good move for both of us. It could be like old times again.”

Mulder stared at Diana, unable to speak.

“I can see I’ve taken your breath away,” she said. “I hope that’s a good thing. It could be very strategic for us. We’d be… Well, we’d be protected.”

Without a thought, Mulder said, “No.”

“No?” Diana asked.

“No,” Mulder said simply and moved all the way down the booth to leave.

“What do you mean?” She hated the surprise in her voice, the desperation squeezing her heart. “We’ve reconnected since I’ve been back”

“That was a mistake,” Mulder said. “I’ve realized since then that my life is with Scully. In whatever way she’ll have me. But I won’t betray her. And I can’t leave.”

And now it was Diana who was left speechless. Mulder turned and walked out into the night.

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"It's alright, I'm here now."

How did we get this far? We are on day 26!

Prompt #10 - "It's alright, I'm here now."

A yell echoed through the house, Scully’s Quantico training kicking in immediately. She grabbed her gun from the nightstand and carefully descended the stairs, heart pounding. She tried to regulate her breathing and vowed that nothing bad would happen to Mulder.

A myriad of terrible visions flooded her brain, most involving Mulder hurt or in imminent danger, each one more gruesome than the other. Fallen and hurt. At knifepoint, gunpoint, or even worse… already dead.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, holding her breath and waiting. All was quiet and bright with late afternoon sunlight. “Mulder?” she called.

“In the kitchen,” Mulder said.

Relaxing, Scully brought her weapon to her leg and made her way to the kitchen, where Mulder stood against the counter with a pained expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “I heard you scream.”

“There’s a spider!” Mulder exclaimed. “It’s huge!”

“It’s alright, I’m here now,” Scully soothed, rubbing his back. “Where did it go?”

He pointed to a corner on the counter, but refused to move closer. Scully took a step in its direction. It was large and fat and furry. It was a wonder Mulder was able to hunt down serial killers and monsters, but was afraid of an eight-legged creature he could easily step on.

“Oh that is a big one,” Scully said, taking a paper and escorting it outside.

“And it wasn’t a girly scream!” cried Mulder.

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"You're the smartest person I know."

Fictober Prompt 4# - "You're the smartest person I know."

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The long stretch of deserted street Mulder had chosen to park on was dark and foreboding and perfect for staking out a potential mass murder and cultist. These boring nights gave way to interesting conversations. And it’s how Mulder and Scully got to know each other well so quickly.

“No!” Scully nearly choked on her coffee. “You can’t be serious!”

“You’re the smartest person I know. It’s astounding that you can’t see this.”

Scully averted her eyes, embarrassed by his accusation. “If you’re insinuating any kind of favoritism on Skinner’s part due to this, you’re crazy.”

“Favoritism?” asked Mulder, taking a sip of his coffee. “No, not favoritism. But he seems to feel protective towards you, if not a certain level of devotion. It’s clear the man has the hots for you!”

“What’s wrong, Mulder? You jealous?”

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"Is it over? Is it really over?"

Going nude as we enter the last week of Fictober. It went quickly! Thanks to those who read my silly fics.

Find my other mediocre silly fics here.

Prompt #24 - "Is it over? Is it really over?"

Scully dug her toes into the white sand as Mulder took a step into the warm sea water. It was perfect. The impossibly sexy agents had three perfect, naked days on an island, surrounded by a beautiful beach, several pools, swaying palm trees, and some of the most attractive nude people they had ever seen.

A young couple, tall, slim, and completely naked eyed Mulder as they passed. Mulder smiled.

“Is it over? Is it really over?” Scully whined.

It had been so freeing to live life without clothes. The weather was always perfect, sun shining, and she was with Mulder. Beautiful, toned, carved-from-marble Mulder. She had noticed the way others looked at him. Men and women alike checked him out and she was proud to call him hers.

“Unfortunately, it is,” Mulder said. “Back to our clothed life.”

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"What if we're wrong?"

Another day, another MSR Fictober fic.

Prompt #19 - "What if we're wrong?"

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Scully rode her stallion like a crazed cowgirl. Hair flew around her face and she and Mulder were sweaty and panting. Mulder squeezed her ass and caressed her nipples with his warm tongue sending them both over the edge.

Scully groaned and ground her clit hard into his pelvis, delicious friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. Mulder followed and bucked his hips hard, spurting his warm cum into her. He practically yelled from the intensity of his orgasm and her spasming pussy.

“Well, we were loud,” Scully sighed contentedly.

“Think anyone heard us?” Mulder asked.

Scully thought for a moment. “No,” she replied, sounding unconvinced. “We checked to make sure everyone had left.”

“What if we’re wrong?”

Somewhere downstairs in their modest family cabin rental a door shut.

Scully’s eyes widened as she and Mulder looked at one another in horror.

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"That's all? Easy."

On day 22 of Fictober Mulder and Pendrell are having a drink when they spot Scully with another man. Hopefully it's a little fun and a little silly.

Prompt #29 - "That's all? Easy."

Find my other mediocre, mostly MSR fic here.

Pendrell slammed his glass down in frustration.

“Don’t take it so hard, buddy,” Mulder said.

“Oh, sure. Easy for you to say,” Pendrell grumbled.

Mulder was taken aback. “What does that mean?”

The scientist shot him an incredulous look. “You’re kidding. Mulder, you’re tall, traditionally handsome, mysterious,” he replied, eyeing Mulder and taking a long drink from his glass. “Women love that.”

Mulder chuckled and gave him a wry smile. “It doesn’t get you as far as you’d think, my friend,” he said, slapping Penrell on the back.

“Oh, come on.” Pendrell, tipsy and loose, rolled his eyes. “Women love a brooding man. Just look at Angel.” Off Mulder’s puzzled look, he added, “From Buffy.”

Mulder nodded, not quite understanding. He didn’t want to argue with his friend, who was clearly heartbroken at the coincidence of seeing Scully drinking with another man. It’s not what Mulder had expected to see either when he invited Pendrell out for drinks. Now they were commiserating their unspoken affection for a certain redhead.

“Besides, once Scully told me that ‘smart is sexy.’ She likes a brainy man,” Mulder replied, and hoped his friend would leave it at that.

They sat for a long moment, sipping their whiskeys.

“Yeah?” asked Pendrell.

Mulder nodded.

“Who is that guy, anyway?” Pendrell wondered.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him at the F.B.I. Maybe an old friend from Quantico,” Mulder offered.

“Boyfriend?”

“Maybe,” Mulder agreed. “Or date.”

They continued to watch Scully and her mystery man as they drank. They watched the man pay the bill. They watched him get up and put on his coat. They watched him give Scully a friendly peck on the cheek. And then, they watched him walk out of the bar, while Scully remained.

“Maybe not a boyfriend or date!” Pendrell said, excitedly.

“I guess not. Unless it didn’t go well,” suggested Mulder.

“As odd as it sounds, I would feel bad if that were the case.”

“Same,” Mulder agreed.

“You should go ask her out for a drink,” Pendrell said with determination.

“What?” Mulder asked.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at her, Mulder? Takes one to know one. You need to go over there and ask her to have a drink with you. And when you’re done, you ask her out for another drink this weekend.”

“That’s all? Easy,” Mulder scoffed, and leaned back in his seat.

“Your loss, Mulder. Because one of these days… One of these days…

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"Do I look like I new that?"

Fictober Day 21

Prompt # 25 - "Do I look like I knew that?"

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The coffee shop was packed. Hipsters in fedoras, parents with young children, teens sipping Franpaccinos, and two F.B.I. agents on vacation all looking for a caffeine fix.

It wasn’t often that Mulder and Scully had time to sit, just sit, and people watch. The change of pace had been difficult for both agents, each used to the frantic pace of working a case. But as the week wore on, both lazing around the hotel room completely naked, sipping sweet alcoholic beverages with silly umbrellas and sillier names, and simply enjoying each other’s company, Mulder and Scully began to actually enjoy their vacation.

Afternoon coffee had become a tradition. They would sit facing the door and discuss the people walking in. A middle-aged man with graying temples walked in, catching everyone’s attention. He was broad-shouldered and one of the better dressed men in this resort town. And he was fit!

“That guy is so hot!” Mulder exclaimed under his breath, so that only Scully could hear.

“Oh, yes, he’s very attractive,” she agreed.

“No, Scully. Not just attractive. That guy is fucking hot!”

This gave Scully pause and she cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. “Mulder, are you…” she began, “are you trying to tell me that you’re also attracted to men?”

“You didn’t know?” he asked, surprised.

“Do I look like I knew that? I never realized.”

Suddenly, Mulder withdrew into himself. He leaned back in his chair, staring at his hands in his lap. “Is that a problem?”

Without a thought, Scully replied, “No! Not at all. I was just taken by surprise. It’s something I never considered about you.” Then after a thoughtful minute, she added, “But I’m very touched that you feel comfortable enough to share that with me.”

Mulder relaxed and placed his hands on the table. Scully covered his large hands with her own tiny ones.

They both looked up to see the handsome traveler sit down across from them. He took a long sip from his oversized mug and gave the couple a wink.

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"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Day 20 Fictober!

Prompt #9 - "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

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Mulder paced the Gunmen’s den like a restless lion. He had messed up and he didn’t know how to fix it.

“Mulder, will you sit down!” Frohike barked.

“Yeah, you’re driving me crazy,” Langly added. “Maybe she just needs space.”

Mulder slumped in a chair near Buyers, causing a large monitor nearby to shake from the force. “Careful!” Byers said.

“Maybe I should call her,” Mulder whined.

“No!” all three Gunmen shouted at once.

“What did you do to piss Scully off?” Langly asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Mulder replied.

“Oh, it must be bad,” Frohike said. “You didn’t kiss another woman, did you? Because I swear to you, I will kick your ass if I find out you did something like that!”

“No! I would never!” he said with indignation. “It’s nothing like that. I adore Scully. No one else compares.”

“You’re damn right!” Frohike scolded. “And don’t you forget it!”

“So you’re just going to sit here all night and mope?” Langly said.

But Mulder’s only reply was a shrug.

Byers looked up from his computer. He cleared his throat. “It would help us to know what happened so that we can advise you on what to do.”

“I…” Mulder started, “It’s not something I think I can discuss with you.”

Byers sigh. Frohike grumbled. Langly groaned.

“Jesus, Mulder, what’d you do? Steal a pair of her favorite underwear for nefarious purposes?” Langly joked.

Mulder averted his eyes, looking at his feet. How could he explain to his friends what he had done? Scully’s pretty little panties were sticking out a slightly open drawer. They were so difficult to resist. So small and smooth and shiny.

“Mulder?” Byers questioned when Mulder wouldn’t meet Langly’s eyes. “What happened?”

Mulder scratched his head and looked at his watch, wondering if maybe he should call Scully to try and work this all out. Surely the guys could help him through this.

“What the hell?” Frohike boomed. “You don’t mess with a lady’s undergarments!”

“Are you… selling her panties online?” Byers narrowed his eyes in accusation.

“It’s not like that!” Mulder said.

His three friends eyes’ were on him, seeking answers. He was the one who had come to them, after all. It’s natural that they would be curious. They had helped him in the past, they’d help him now.

Mulder took a deep breath and began this story.

“I was home alone,” he began, “when I got an urge. It’s not that it had been a long time for us,” he clarified. “We have a very active sex life, but, you know…”

“Boredom?” Frohike asked.

“Right,” Mulder said. “So I went to the bedroom, popped in a VHS into our TV/VCR…”

“You’re welcome, by the way!” Langly said. “Those are hard to find these days!”

Mulder nodded his thanks and continued. “So I was watching a video and…”

“No need to get too graphic,” Byers said.

“And I see a pair of Scully’s underwear sticking out of a drawer. Now she is meticulous. Never leaves drawers open.. But there they were, these beautiful soft, black underwear. So I pick them up, rub them in my hands. They felt so good!” His voice sounds almost pained with pleasure.

“You okay? Do you need a minute?” Frohike gave him a curious look.

“No,” Mulder shook his head. “I’m okay.”

“So, you find these uh… um…” Byers cleared his throat, “pair of underwear. And then?”

“Mulder, you sure you didn’t get these from her laundry and sell them online?” Langly asked directly, staring him down over the rim of his glasses.

“Langly! I’m sure!” Mulder protested.

“What happened next?” Byers asked gently.

“What do you think, nimrods? He jerked off in the pretty panties!” Frohike boomed.

The other two Gunmen’s eyes went wide as Mulder buried his face in his hands, shame burning his cheeks. For the first time since his arrival, he wondered if coming to his friends’ liar was the right choice.

“But that is not an… um… uncommon activity for… people,” Byers ventured.

“Yeah, people do it all the time. What’s the big deal if you’re not selling her dirty undies online?” Langly said.

“What gives, Mulder?” Frohike said.

Mulder looked up at a jury of his weirdest peers. He scratched his head sheepishly. “Well, no, this is not uncommon in relationships, or even for us,” he clarified. “God, Scully’s going to kill me if she finds out I’m telling you guys this. Don’t breathe a word!” He made them promise.

“It turns out that those were no regular pair of underwear. They were $400.”

“You nutted in a pair of $400 panties?” Langly exclaimed. “I don’t know if I should be proud or disgusted.”

“She kicked you out for that?” Byers asked.

“I wouldn’t say kicked out, but she’s pretty upset. But how was I supposed to know? Mulder cried. “There was no sign, they weren’t in a special drawer. They were just sitting there, all soft and sexy and waiting to be touched.”

“Mulder!” Frohike said. “Snap out of it!”

“Sorry,” Mulder said, shaking his head.

“Were you able to get them clean?” Byers asked.

“I don’t know. Scully came home, found out what had happened, kind of yelled at me, and I came here.”

“The answer is clear!” Byers declared.

“It is?” Mulder asked.

“Yes, you doofus!” Langly yelled.

Mulder looked at his three friends questioningly. If the answer was so clear, why didn’t he see it? He wanted to go home to a happy Scully. Any advice they had to offer, he would take.

On his blank stare, Frohike said, “Buy her a new pair!”

“Yes!” Langly said. “Take her out, let her pick out whatever pair she wants. Make a date of it.”

“Buy two pairs!” Byers suggested. “One for… um… fun,” he cleared his throat, “and one for her to wear.”

“Boys,” Mulder exclaimed, “you’re freaking geniuses!”

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"We can't do this on our own."

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Prompt #18 - "We can't do this on our own."

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The wind blew, clouds obscuring the sun. What had started out as a lovely, albeit cold, day was turning into a dreary one. The forecast called for possible snow, but that would not deter Scully.

“Scully, we can’t do this on our own,” Mulder called up to her. “Maybe we should call the Gunmen. They have the right gadgets or tools or… whatever… for this.”

“Don’t worry, I have this!” Scully declared. “Now hand me that!”

Mulder hesitated, looking down at his hand, then handed Scully, situated on their roof, the chord. She grabbed it and got to work.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Mulder sighed warily from below.

Still tinkering and adjusting the chord, she confidently replied, “I do.”

And with that the entire roof and walls of the house lit up with Christmas lights. The lawn sparkled. It was a sight to behold. The unpaved driveway was lined with bright twinkling snowflakes, the trees glittered, the house was a classic Christmas masterpiece. Scully smiled at her work.

“Wow,” Mulder marveled as Scully climbed down the ladder, “you really did it.”

“While Charlie and Missy had seances to call the spirits of the recently departed Scullys every year, I used to help my dad and Bill decorate the house. Inside and out. I’m a pro at this, Mulder,” she said, standing next to him. His arm curled around her, and he leaned in, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m sorry I doubted you. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas. Never do it again.”

“Never,” he promised. “Clark Griswold would be proud.”

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"This better be good."

Day 18 of Fictober! AHHHH!

Prompt #20 - "This better be good."

Scully sat Mulder on the couch and turned on the TV. Their growing sexual relationship had been intense and she wanted to share everything with him.

“So,” Mulder said, “what’s going on? What did you want to tell me?”

“Well,” Scully began, a bit apprehensively, “I went to the video store today.”

“Oh, this better be good! What’d you pick up? The latest thriller? I hear The Sixth Sense is very good. Wish we’d had the time to see it in theaters. That would have been…”

“Mulder.” Scully gently interrupted, placing a hand on his knee. She rubbed it firmly. “I rented another kind of video.”

“Great! Which one? Is it the new Stanley Kubrick? I hear it’s sexy.”

“Well, it’s definitely a sexy movie,” Scully said, her fingers brushing his cock.

“Oh, okay… Oh! Okay! Now you’re speaking my sex language!” He bucked into her hand.

“Well, you’ve shared the kinds of videos you like with me. I thought I would share what I like,” she said.

“I do hope you’re always able to share what gets you off. That’s very important to me,” he replied and nipped at her neck. Scully pressed play.

Her tongue darted out to licked his lips. On screen two men started kissing a woman's neck and taking her shirt off. Four hands caressed perky breasts.

Scully said, “This video has two men… pleasing a woman.”

Mulder’s cock twitched under her touch.

“Well, I’ve definitely watched those…” he said, their tongues mingling, “ but I’ll be sure to pay…” he kissed her hard, “more attention to those, if that’s what turns you on.”

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"Come with me, hurry."

Day 17 of Fictober brings us the cooler Scully brother.

Prompt #13 - "Come with me, hurry."

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As family dinners with the Scullys go, tonight’s was pretty easy. Maggie had it catered, Mulder had really hit it off with Charlie and his partner, and Bill was away at sea.

Easy.

The family gathered in the living room after dinner, satiated and happy, passing too many wine bottles around, chatting carefree. Scully pressed firmly into Mulder’s side and things felt right. He was no longer a wanted man. His family was, once again, growing.

“We need another embarrassing Scully children story!” said Charlie’s partner, Rob.

“Maybe one about Bill,” Charlie suggested. “Since he’s not here to defend himself.”

“Oh my goodness,” Maggie laughed, “One time, when Bill Jr. was about 3, he went out with Dad. I forget where they went, but… oh, geez I feel terrible telling this story, since he isn’t here.”

“Come on, Mom!” Scully encouraged.

“Okay, okay! So Bill and dad were out, and it must have been a preschool function. Bill and Dad went to the bathroom and when they came back out, Bill shouted to everyone, all the kids and parents there, ‘Hey guys, guess what! My dad peed in the sink!’”

A raucous laughter erupted in the room.

“What?” Charlie asked.

“Bill had never seen a urinal before!” Maggie explained through laughing tears. “And that’s how he described it to the other kids.” She took a breath and composed herself. “Well, Dad was so embarrassed that he took Bill and left immediately. Never did a school function again until Bill was in middle school and we were several states away!”

“That is the best story I’ve ever heard!” Mulder declared.

Scully leaned in, whispered, "Come with me, hurry," clutching his arm and leading him into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, Scully?” Mulder asked.

She stood close, rubbing herself on him. “Nothing…” she replied. “I just… I miss your body.”

Mulder stepped back a fraction of an inch. She felt amazing and that was a problem with her mom and brother within hearing distance. Neither one of them was quiet during sex.

“Maybe we can go upstairs,” he whispered in her ear, against his better judgment.

“Mulder,” she purred into his neck. “I like the way you think.”

“Guest room?”

They rushed up the stairs, laughter echoing below.

Safely enclosed in the guest room, they were all hands and mouths and tanged tongues. Mulder rubbed between Scully’s legs until her knees gave out, then guided her to the bed. She rubbed his cock through his pants until it ached and he had to set it free. She lay on the bed and he hitched up her skirt, hid under like a secret fort blanket, kissed her through her soaking undies until she shuddered and then relaxed.

“One more time,” Mulder said, stroking his throbbing member. He slipped her panties to the side this time, his tongue working her crevices diligently.

Just as Scully began to arch off the bed, as she bit her hand to stifle a groan, the door burst open.

“I knew it!” Charlie exclaimed and shut the door.

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"No, you won't understand, ever."

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Prompt #23 - "No, you won't understand, ever."

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To say life had been stressful since Mulder’s disappearance is an understatement. The guilt weighed on Skinner daily. It was harder on days he had to see Dana Scully. And he saw her often.

Skinner took a deep breath and swallowed. He was nervous, palms sweating, and he wasn’t sure why he had called Scully and asked her out for a beer. This was very unlike him.

They had shared occasional dinner or drinks in the past, generally to talk about a case or, more likely, William. He had become very involved in the boy’s life, but he didn't know where he stood with Scully. More than a supervisor, not quite a friend.

“Is everything all right, Walter? How’s your week been?”

“Big political mess up on the Director’s part. It’s above my head, but I’m getting a lot of the blowback. Anyway,” he cleared his throat, “it’s not something I can talk about and it’s not why I called you today.”

“Of course,” she said, folding her hands in front of her, red hair glistening in the dim light above them. She looked beautiful. Even overtired and bare-faced she was gorgeous.

“How have you been, Dana?” He was stalling.

“I’ve been fine. More tired than I ever thought possible. And I survived medical school. But I’m fine. I couldn’t do this without my mom’s help. Or your’s.” She looked at him seriously. A spark passed between them.

“That’s why I called you out tonight,” he said.

She arched a brow at him. “To talk about how tired I am? Because taking more time off is out of the question. My work is too important. I like what…”

“That’s not it,” he interrupted, taking her hand in his, surprising them both. She didn’t pull away, so Skinner continued. “I’ve always had a great deal of respect for you, Dana. And William means so much to me. It’s important that he has a man in his life, a father figure... It would be an honor if you would allow me to help you raise him.”

Scully’s jaw dropped open and she remained speechless for a long moment.

“Sir,” she said, withdrawing her hand from his, “that is very kind and… You clearly feel a great sense of responsibility to me and to William, but you don’t have to do this! We’re doing okay.”

"No, you won't understand, ever,” Skinner protested. “What happened in Oregon was my fault. I think about it daily. But I’m not asking you to be my wife out of guilt. While I don’t kid myself that you could feel the same way, I am quite fond of William. And you. We could be happy together. We could be a family.”

After sitting thoughtfully for some time, Scully clutched his hand tighter. This is where she would let him down gently, tell him she values his friendship and respects him professionally.

“Walter,” she said, voice low and full of emotion, “yes.”

“Yes?” he asked incredulously. “Really?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

That night, while William slept at Maggie’s, Scully took Skinner back to her home. She kissed him and he made love to her once and then fucked her two more times.

Their wedding was small and William beamed at them from Maggie’s lap. They never gave up their search for Mulder.

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