TITLE: A PHONE CALL AND MORE AUTHOR: Irena RATING: Somewhere between R and NC-17 CATEGORY: V MSR Angst UST KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully/Romance SPOILERS: Anasazi/The Blessing Way/Paper Clip, Pusher and Wetwired. ARCHIVE: Anywhere you want to, as long as both parts are kept together, and my name, addy, disclaimer etc. is kept attached. CONTENT WARNING: This contains descriptions of sexual acts between our two favourite characters. If you're underage, or if this doesn't appeal to you, bail out now. . . you were warned. SUMMARY: Over the phone, Mulder and Scully turn to each other for support after the events of a really gruelling year. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written last year, right after I'd seen Wetwired, and is set before the events of Talitha Cumi and all Season 4 episodes. DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. They belong to the almighty creator, Chris Carter. He made them unhappy, so it was up to me to cheer them up. Suing me won't make you rich, I'm not making any money from this anyway. My only purpose is to entertain, and give our two agents a little more to do, than chase mutant serial killers and little gray men from Reticula. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A PHONE CALL AND MORE (1/2) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Dana Scully looked at her watch, it was 1:00 am and she was finding it extremely difficult to get to sleep. She had been having that problem for quite a while now she realized. It had first started with Mulder's disappearance, then with Missy's murder, only getting worse after that incident with Pusher. What was worrying her now however, was that she had almost killed Mulder. Albeit she was under some kind of bizarre subliminal influence at the time, but she couldn't help remembering the way she had felt she couldn't trust him and that it was that knowledge that had driven her over the edge, not some voice inside her head telling her to kill him. Considering her train of thought, she knew she wouldn't get much sleep tonight, if she got any at all. She debated whether or not to call Mulder. He was in the adjoining motel room, but needed all the sleep he could get, considering his history with nightmares. She knew however that he would be glad to talk to her whenever she needed him. He would even come over right now if she wanted him to. She wouldn't ask though, she didn't want to impose any more on their friendship. After almost killing him she had started to slowly drift away in guilt, not wanting to bother him anymore with her thoughts and problems. She had just finished her fifth, (or was it her sixth?) glass of wine when she heard the phone ring. "Scully," she breathed softly into the receiver. "It's me." She heard from the other end of the line. "I really need to talk to you." His voice sounded strained, as if he was in pain. "What is it Mulder?" She asked in concern. "Is everything all right? Are you hurt?" "No, nothing like that," he reassured her quickly. "I just. . uh. . . well . . . I couldn't sleep." "Is that all?" She chided him. "I just needed to talk to you Scully." "I'm sorry." She apologised quickly, regretting her harshness. "I'm lonely," he slurred into the phone. "Are you drunk?" "Not really," he told her unconvincingly. "I just had a few beers, that's all." She was surprised, Mulder never drank. "Well you sound drunk to me." She told him sternly. There was a long pause before he finally spoke. "It's Sam's birthday today. I can't get to sleep from thinking about her. I'm sorry I woke you. I'll hang up now." Scully was once again regretting her earlier harsh tone. "Don't hang up Mulder." She hastened to apologise again. "I'm sorry." She paused before explaining. "I've been having trouble sleeping myself." "Are you okay?" He asked her, momentarily forgetting his own worries. "I'm fine Mulder." She told him, immediately regretting her usual brush off. "I just hate staying in these slums they call motel rooms." She surprised him by continuing. "I guess things have been getting to me too." "What things?" He asked her sympathetically, glad that she hadn't decided to shut him out as usual. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately," she explained. "Considering all that's happened recently, I'm surprised you still put up with me." "I could say the same for you," he continued sincerely. Scully was confused. she thought to herself, thinking about her induced psychotic and paranoic actions. "I recently tried to kill you Mulder." She reminded him. "I abused your trust and I doubted your honesty. I should never have done that and I will never forgive myself for it. How can you ever forgive me?" "That was not you Scully," he quickly assured her. "You were under the influence of those videos, and I don't blame you for any of it. Aren't you also forgetting the fact that I pointed a gun at your head at Pusher's insistence?" He continued. "I almost killed you too Scully, I have never forgiven myself for that either." "But you didn't kill me Mulder." She told him in anguish. "You fought it as hard as you could. You fought for my life even harder than you fought for your own. I will always remember that." She could feel the tears start to well up in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away, she wasn't the type of person to show emotion easily. "I have never forgotten the way you told me to run and get out of that room Mulder," she managed to choke out. "Are you okay Scully?" He asked her in concern. "You sound as if you're crying?" "I'm fine Mulder," she responded automatically. "It's just been one hell of a year," she added. "I'll be all right." "Are you sure?" He asked again in concern. "Look, maybe it would be best if I came over," he suggested. "No! Don't come over Mulder." She hastened to tell him, not wanting him to see her in the emotional mess she was in. "I'll be all right. Besides," she added. "Weren't you the one who needed cheering up?" "Talking to you has made me forget momentarily," he told her gently. "That's all I really wanted anyway." "You could have dialed one of those Phone Sex numbers for that," she teased him. "Oh, but none of them have a voice as sexy as yours Scully," he joked back. "It's your voice I want to hear over the phone." She laughed. "What are you going to do next Mulder, ask me what I'm wearing?" "Now that's not a bad idea," he responded with a smile. "So, what are you wearing Scully?" He asked in mock- seriousness. She looked down at the cotton pj's she usually wore to bed, smiling. "A lacy black teddy," she breathed huskily into the phone. "How much skin does it cover Scully?" He asked her softly, surprised she was playing along. "It doesn't leave much to the imagination," she whispered. "Well, it's making mine run wild Scully." He told her huskily. "Maybe you could slip down the straps enough to reveal some more skin?" She couldn't believe it, but his breathy words were actually turning her on. She could readily imagine what it would be like to have Mulder look at her naked breasts, take them into his hands and caress them with his strong yet gentle movements. She could easily imagine his mouth suckling her nipples, his tongue swirling around the erect buds before sucking on them erotically. "What are you thinking Scully?" He asked her when she failed to respond to his question. "I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I'll stop if you want me to." "Oh, don't stop, I was just wandering what were wearing," she joked back, keeping her tone light. "Well, as a matter of fact Scully." He laughed into the phone. "I was so hot tonight that I'm not wearing anything at all." "You mean you're completely naked?" She gasped into the phone in mock outrage. "Naked as the day I was born." "Well, what if I join you then?" She asked slowly. "You mean here?" He asked in surprise. "In your state of dress Mulder, not in your room." She hastened to reassure him. She let out a laugh then, imagining the look on his face if she were to walk in on him while he was completely naked. As soon as the image formed in her mind, her laughter stopped. A naked Mulder would not be a humorous sight, it would be down right erotic. "As you said Mulder," she continued. "It is really hot tonight and being naked would have some advantages." On the other end of the line, Mulder was confused. This was not the Scully he knew. This Scully was more relaxed then the Scully he saw at work and she was saying things he could never imagine coming out of those sultry lips of hers. "Are you sure you're not drunk Scully?" He finally asked her. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "I'm not drunk Mulder," she began. "I've had a few glasses of wine, but apart from that I feel fine." Mulder was still not convinced. "I'm coming over," he finally stated into the phone. "And no amount of protesting is going to stop me." With those words he slammed down the phone, dragged on a pair of jeans and a shirt and headed for the door connecting their two rooms. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx End of part (1/2) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A PHONE CALL AND MORE (2/2) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Scully just sat there on her bed, too stunned to move. She looked at the receiver in her hand and placed it back onto its hook. She didn't know what to expect from Mulder, having acted quite unlike herself over the phone a moment ago. She was brought out of her reverie only moments later when she heard his gentle knock on her door. "Come in Mulder," she spoke softly. "It's not locked." He quickly opened the door and entered her room. Noticing she wasn't wearing a lace teddy, his eyes turned mischievous. "What happened to the sexy lingerie Scully?" He teased. Scully paused for a moment before answering him. She wasn't sure how to respond to this side of Mulder, so decided to keep her tone light. "Little grey men from Reticula came and stole it from me," she joked, failing miserably to keep her face serious. "Oh yeah?" Mulder asked softly, moving closer to sit beside her on the bed. "Since when did you believe in aliens from space agent Scully?" He challenged. Scully struggled to answer him, but found herself laughing uncontrollably instead. After her giggling receded, she looked up at him, silently apologising for her surprise outburst. He merely smiled, copying her position on the bed. "We all have to release our tensions sometimes," he hastened to reassure her. She turned and looked at her partner, wondering if that's what he used those adult videos of his for. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that she was suffering from severe lack of sleep, but whatever it was compelled her to ask him what was on her mind. "What kind of fantasies help you release your tensions Mulder?" She asked him boldly. He studied her for a moment gauging how to respond to her question. "What do you mean Scully?" He asked eventually. "I know about all those videos of yours Mulder," she explained. "Scully, you want me to reveal my sexual fantasies to you?" He asked her in surprise. She was acting too uninhibited, even if she was drunk. He'd known her for over three years, and she'd never responded to his innuendos in this manner before. In fact, she usually chose to ignore them, giving him solid proof that she would never be interested in him that way. "We're friends after all," she interrupted his thoughts. "And friends tell each other everything right?" She continued playfully. "If you say so," he agreed slowly, still unsure of this new Scully. "But be warned, you feature in some of them." He felt now was as good a time as any to tell her how he felt, god knows she'd never given him reason to before. "Me?" She asked in surprise. "You fantasize about me Mulder?" "You are a woman, even if you are my partner," he replied lightly. "Besides, haven't you ever fantasized about me?" He tried to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice. "I guess I have," she responded shyly, turning her face to keep him from seeing her blush. "Really?" He was surprised that she even thought about him like that, let alone that she'd actually admit to it. "It's only fair then Scully," he told her playfully, exited by what she'd implied. "You have to tell me yours as well." She thought for only a moment before taking him on. This could prove to be quite a night, she thought to herself. "Okay Mulder," she agreed. He paused, wondering how much to reveal. He was scared of her reaction, still shocked that she'd asked in the first place. He kept his tone light, making sure to reveal only his most tamest of thoughts. "One of my wildest fantasies involves the two of us going for it against the file cabinet in our office." She looked at him imploringly, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, she felt compelled to ask him why. "Is that all Mulder?" "What else is there?" He asked cautiously. "I thought that with all those videos you watch, your fantasies would be a bit more . . . kinky. . ." She informed him, trailing off shyly. "And what do you consider kinky Scully?" He challenged, suddenly enjoying her discomfort. She smiled, trying to make a joke of it. "Bondage, voyeurism, sex in public places, group sex . . ." "Is that what you like Scully?" He teased. "Have you ever actually done any of them?" He challanged her unmercifully. She began slowly, deciding that to shock him would be her best response. "In college I was searching for my inner-self, believe it or not." Noticing his raised eyebrow, she laughed. "Missy's influence," she explained before continuing. "Anyway, I started feeling the need to rebel against my strict upbringing, to do something that would shock my parents if they ever found out. Therefore, when one of my boyfriends introduced me to the art of bondage, I took it all in stride." He was getting more intrigued by the minute. This was a part of Scully he never knew existed, a part of her he wanted to get to know a lot better. He was insanely jealous that another guy had seen this side of her, causing him to wish he knew more about it. "Wow, Scully," he breathed out slowly. "I never imagined you as the type that would go for bondage." Scully just smiled at him, enjoying the fact that she could surprise him. "You'd be amazed at what I'd go for Mulder," she replied provocatively. He responded with a challange, not really expecting her to take him up on it. "Care to show me then?" Scully looked up at him reflectively. She had been in love with Mulder for as long as she could remember, and had he asked, she would never have refused him anything. She was quickly becoming exited by the turn this evening had taken. She had wanted to touch Mulder intimately for a long time now, and he had just given her the perferct opportunity to do so. Knowing that she could always use the wine as an excuse if he were to reject her, she reached across and cupped his cheek in her hand. In one quick movement, she guided his head to meet hersand covered his mouth with her own. His lips were soft and pliant under hers, opening eagerly to accept her tongue. Scully couldn't believe how giddy this contact was making her feel. As her tongue met his, she could feel a frisson of exitement rush through her, alluding to forbidden acts and feelings that had been repressed for too long. She was eager to deepen the kiss, wanting to explore the inner reaches of his soul, not just his mouth. She wanted to feel him inside her, loving her, and joining them together in a bond that could not be destroyed, even by the vilest memember of the consortium. Sensing her need, Mulder moved his tongue under hers as he reached over to unbutton her top. Scully in turn slid her hands under his shirt, enjoying the rippling of his muscles. Not wanting to break the kiss, she forestalled removing his shirt, moving instead to the waistband of his jeans. Cupping him through his boxers, she could tell he was more than ready for her. At her intimate touch however, Mulder quickly pulled away. He didn't want to take advantage of Scully when she was under the influence of alcohol. He wanted to make love to her so badly, but only if mutual consent and love were involved. He loved her more than he'd ever loved anyone in his entire life, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her by taking something she wasn't giving consciously. "Scully," he said firmly. "I think I should leave." As he pulled away from her, Scully realised she'd made a terrible mistake. She had known from the start that the only thing that was important to him was his work. She was just there to help him, and it was her own fault for hoping that Mulder might have come to want more from her than just her support. she finally realised. She blamed the alcohol for the way she'd misinterpereted him, but knew that she hadn't really had enough to completely inebriate her. "I'm sorry Mulder," she finally let out. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "What are you talking about Scully?" He asked in surprise, quickly moving close to her once again. "Why should you apologise?" "I know you don't see me in this way.." She trailed of, attempting to choke back her embarrasment. "I'm sorry for. . . " He grabbed her by the shoulders desperately, surprised at how wrong she was. "Scully! You think I'm pulling away because I want to?" He asked her urgently. "Well. . ." "Scully," he said her name softly. "I love you, and I want the both of us to have a clear head when we make love. I don't want you to regret anything afterwards." Scully couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't dare to hope, but. . .> "Mulder," she needed clarification. "Did you just say you loved me?" "I've always loved you Scully," he said gently, cradling her face in his hands. "Then make love to me," she stated simply. "Scully. . ." He moved to protest. "I love you Mulder, and I've wanted this moment to happen for over three years now." She admitted. "My feelings are in no way alcohol induced, only my boldness. I would never regret making love to you, you have to believe me." "But," his protest was more half-hearted now, suprised by the fact that she loved him. "I. . ." Scully silenced all further protests by ripping the top of her pajamas completely off her body. Seeing his stunned expression, she quickly removed her panties, and the bottom half in the same manner, so that she now stood completely naked and exposed before him. "Love me Mulder," she stated simply, neither asking nor demanding. "Scully," he groaned. "How could I not." With those words he quickly removed his own clothing, her eyes telling his heart that it was okay. They had denied themselves this pleasure too long to regret its culmination. Knowing they would have time later for foreplay, he lay her down on the bed, simply covering her lips with his as he joined their naked bodies together for the first time. Thrusting deeply into her, he attempted to tell her with his body, what his words had not. He loved this woman with all his heart, and he would never be able to let her go. As he moved inside her, Scully felt the love flow through his body, and join with hers. She met each of his thrusts with her own, eagerly accepting all that he had to offer. Afterwards they lay spent, simply enjoying the new closeness of their bodies. No words were needed between them now, their lovemaking had said all that needed to be said. This culmination had been inevitable, only now could they be strong enough to continue with their search for the truth. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx End of part (2/2) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx What did you think? If you liked it, hated it, or just read it to pass the time, please email me. All feedback will be greatly appreciated, and replied to as soon as possible. Once again, all flames will be easily cast away, unless fireballs are needed to remind Chris Carter that Scully would never 'believe the lie,' and betray Mulder. Send comments to xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "The truth will save you Scully, I think it'll save both of us." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mulder:(MM)