He nearly flies past the open lab door before he wheels back around, the siren call of her red hair reeling him back. “Scully, I’ve been looking all over for you. What are you still doing in the lab?”
“They must have made a mistake,” she mumbles as she rises from the microscope she has been hunched over.
“Chem-Tox. They said there was nothing identifiable to be analyzed from the sample of that phosphorescent substance I found on Carina Sayles, but there has to be, Mulder. I know what I saw. So, I’ve been in here trying to prove them wrong.”
“And have you?” He asks as he closes the door and crosses to her side.
She heaves a heavy sigh. “No. I can’t find anything.”
Mulder can’t stop the smirk that slips across his face. “It’s really bothering you, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is! This whole thing was a set up from the very beginning. I mean, the hiring and murdering a prostitute to the killing of the madam to cover it up, and finally framing Skinner for murdering his wife on top of everything else? Mulder, it can all be explained. Except this,” she says as she gestures to the microscope. “If this whole case was a conspiracy to remove Skinner from the equation, then what the hell is this?”
Mulder shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know.”
She stares at him and waits a beat before continuing, “And you’re ok with that? That we can’t explain it?”
“Scully,” he began, eyebrows raised in incredulity, “this is what we do. We investigate the unexplained and sometimes --” He stops and watches as she puts her hands at her lower back, pushing her spine in and her chest out, and, like a moth to a flame, he finds himself entranced by the way her breasts push against the buttons of her blouse. His gaze is interrupted, however, when three resounding pops machine gun from her stretched spine.
“Oh God, yes,” she groans at the release of tension, dropping her head and shoulders forward. Mulder steps behind her and gently places his warm hands on her shoulders and gives them a squeeze, then runs them down the length of her back, applying pressure to the muscles on either side of her spine. She sags deeper into herself as his thumbs begin to circle above the bones of her hips, digging into the muscles of her lower back.
“Mulder, what are you doing?” She asks weakly, the boldness of his move taking the volume out of her voice.
“Helping you relax, Scully.” The strain in her lower back eases slightly as his thumbs dig deeper into the tissue, and he smiles a sly grin as he hears the reluctant groan that slips past her lips. “You’ve been so...tense...lately.” At the word “tense”, he slips his knee in between her thighs, spreading her legs, his hand reaching down to the hem of her skirt.
“Mulder!” She hisses at him through clenched teeth. “We’re at work.”
He slips his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his chest and leans his head down to hers. He brushes his lips against the sensitive flesh of her earlobes as he whispers, “I can’t stop thinking about you. About us.”
She leans her head to the side, granting him further access even as her words try to sway him to stop. “I thought we agreed that was a one time thing.”
“I agreed to nothing. Do you really not want to do that again? Can you genuinely tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself that night?”
He slides his lips down to her shoulder, dropping kisses along the way. He takes a taste of the skin at the crook of her neck while his hands are busy caressing her torso, moving dangerously close to the undersides of her breasts. He knows she has no idea that he can feel her carefully pushing her tits towards his hands.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” He has her and he knows it. Her breath quickens and he can almost taste the blush rising on her skin.
“Of course I do, Mulder,” she finally confesses. “I just...oh god.” He rewards her confession with a brush of his thumbs against the peaks of her breasts. “That was supposed to be a fluke, just one moment of giving in to-oh.” He slides one hand down to the waistband of her skirt, his fingers toying along the edge as she struggles to continue. “It wasn’t supposed to mean anything,” she whispers, barely audible.
With that, he grabs her by the hips and roughly spins her in his arms, backing her up against the countertop. “Wasn’t supposed to mean anything? Are you sure about that?” He asks as he steps impossibly closer to her, his breath pulsing against the flushed skin of her cheek.
“Mulder, what is happening between us?”
He pulls away just enough to look her in the eye. “Let’s not try to explain the unexplainable,” he whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. She immediately opens to him and he is surprised when he feels her tongue make the first move to slide and tango with his. The fingers of one hand wind and burn their way helplessly through the flame of her hair while the other fiercely grabs her ass to pull her closer to him. A moan born of passion and desire slips and dances through her lips and he swallows it with an echo of his own. He shifts his mouth to the fevered skin of her neck, his hand in her hair tugging her head to the side to give him more room to taste.
Behind him, he barely has a moment to react when he hears the door open and the voice of Agent Pendrell come barrelling into the lab, intruding on their intimate moment.
“Agent Scully, I have more inform--” Pendrell freezes and gasps for air, dropping endless files and books to the floor, his notes scattering around him in a ring of chaos.
Mulder jumps away from Scully, turning for a moment to adjust the erection obnoxiously tattling on their indiscretions. He looks back at Scully to see her hide her mortification behind her hands and knows he’ll receive no help from her. He gives up on attempting to make himself more presentable and turns to look back at the young agent. Pendrell continues to stand there, his eyes bouncing from agent to agent, a look of horror and dejection on his face.
“Look, Agent Pendrell, we --” Mulder starts, but is instantly cut off by Pendrell dropping to his knees to gather up the spilt materials.
“No! I, um, just knew Agent Scully was researching that mysterious substance and uh, um, thanks,” he stammers as Mulder drops down to help him, “and I knew I had seen cases before of bioluminescence,” Pendrell continues to jabber away while hastily gathering the papers that surround him. “And anyway, I pulled some files and some research material and I thought, well, you know what, it’s not important now, it was stupid really and you know, I’m just going to go, I mean you two are obviously very busy- not like that! I just mean--”
“Agent Pendrell, it’s ok, we weren’t --” Mulder starts, but Pendrell quickly stands and begins backing up towards the door, looking around for a place to deposit the research he had gathered. Finding none, he pours out the papers into Mulder’s hands.
“I just know you two have a lot of work to do. And here, you can just take all this, please don’t mind me, really, you two can continue- I MEAN, not what you two were, well, I just meant, the research, continue researching and…” Pendrell’s voice fades as he backs out of the room, the door closing behind his rapidly retreating figure.
Mulder stands silently staring at the door while holding the pile of paperwork and books in his arms, putting off the fact that he would inevitably have to turn around and face his partner. He wonders how long she would give him.
“Jesus Christ,” she mutters from behind her hands.
“Well, at least now you won’t have to worry about him pining away for you,” Mulder offers.
She drops her hands to level a blistering stare that may as well have shaved a couple of inches off his height. She turns and begins silently gathering her things while he stands there, frozen and not sure how to continue. Maybe I can distract her again, he thinks to himself.
“So, what do you say to continuing this back at my place?” He immediately regrets the offer when the temperature in the lab drops at the iciness of the gaze she throws his direction.
“Scully?” He watches dumbfounded, as he stands there holding stacks of papers while Scully exits the lab.
He’s relieved when she opens the door once more. “Thank God, look, Scully let’s talk about this.”
Scully looks at him one last time, a singular eyebrow raised. She reaches for the light switch, turning off the fluorescents before exiting once more through the laboratory doors while Mulder remains, holding the files, alone in the dark.