The Mother of Invention
By: afg
Rating: NC17
Category: PWP
Summary: Necessity being… 
Notes: This is for Tali on the occasion of her birthday. It's not 
beta'd so be kind and don't look at the cock ups (Well not 
'those' cock ups anyway.)


"Oh yeah, Scully, that feels so good," Mulder bit his bottom lip 
in concentration as he watched his partner rise and fall above 
him.

 The effort of keeping still made the sweat bead on his body, 
giving his lean muscles an oiled appearance. He gripped her 
hips, controlling her glide along his hard length. Her hands 
kneaded his pectorals, her nails, gently scratched over his 
taut little nipples. He watched as her lovely breasts bounced 
gently with her movements. His gaze lifted to her face. Her 
eyes were open and vividly blue with arousal. Her lips were 
slightly parted as her breath came faster as she moved, ever 
nearer, to completion. Mulder's eyes slipped shut as the 
pleasure became almost unbearable.

"Oh, God, hang on a minute, Mulder."

Mulder gasped as he felt her moist heat abandon him and the 
cool air hit his penis.

"What is it?" he asked, confused, wanting desperately to return 
to her warm depths 

"It's this thing, Mulder, it's really chaffing," Scully pointed to 
her inner thigh.

He can see the soft skin of her thigh looking red and sore 

"Sorry, Scully," he said, trying to think of a quick solution to 
the problem. "Why don't you try facing the other way?"

"No, that won't work, I'd be looking straight at it, I wouldn't be 
able to concentrate."

"Try closing your eyes," he suggested, a note of desperation in 
his voice.

"I can't do that, Mulder, not since Bill walked in on me and 
Marcus while I was attempting, unsuccessfully as it turned out, 
to lose my virginity. I've never been able to shut my eyes, 
during sex, since."    

"Well I've run out of ideas."

"This, from the man who's watched 'Doris Does Deluthe' more 
times than I've had hot dinners."

" It's 'Debby Does Dallas.' "

"Whatever." Scully was looking a little desperate herself. "If 
you'd have just looked before you leapt, we wouldn't be having 
this problem." 

"How was I to know there was a ditch on the other side of the 
wall?" 

"Has no one ever told you, that whining is not an attractive 
quality in a man?" Scully said, poking a finger in his ribs.

"Watch it Agent Scully. I'm a man on the edge here."

"You can say that again" Scully gently wrapped her hand 
around his very erect penis and lightly stroked its length. Then 
she softly kissed its tip. "Don't worry Mulder, I'll take care of 
you."

"As much as I enjoy your oral talents and believe me I do. I 
was really enjoying being inside you. Come on, Scully; just try 
facing the other way."

"Oh, all right, but that cast is a real passion killer." Scully turned 
around and straddled his hips.

"I'll try and wriggle my toes in an erotic manner for you, 
okay?" Mulder grinned, enjoying the view of Scully's backside.

"Oh, yeah, Mulder, that'll do it for me," she said, with not a 
little sarcasm.

Mulder sighed in pleasure as she lowered herself back down on 
him and he reached to grasp her hips. "How does that feel?"

"Mmm, pretty good actually. No more chaffing, except the 
good sort of course." Scully said, breathlessly. "Oh," she 
sounded surprised. "I could really learn to like this position." 
She started to increase her speed.
      
He watched, as her hand reached down and she touched 
herself. He could see the muscles in her upper arm relax and 
contract. He wasn't going to last much longer. "Scully, are you 
close?" He panted.

"Yeah," she gasped, "Oh, yeah, I'm so close… Mulder, the 
phone's ringing"

"Shit, hang on a minute." Mulder had been so lost in his ascent 
to orgasm he hadn't registered the noise. He reached to the 
bedside table and picked up the phone. "Mulder," he barked, 
irritably…"Oh, Mrs Scully…hello, I'm sorry I didn't realise 
that it was you…No, no, you're not interrupting 
anything…ahhh," he couldn't help the exclamation as Scully 
had started to grind herself on him. "No…nothing 's wrong I'm 
fine…did you want to speak to Sc…Dana…yes, she's right 
here I'll just pass you over." He covered the mouthpiece of the 
phone. "Scully, if I could interrupt you for a second? It's your 
mother."  

He handed the phone to his, still, gyrating partner, only vaguely 
listening to her conversation, as he felt himself galloping 
towards the finishing post.

"Lunch? Yes that sounds good…No, I'm fine, I've just been for 
a run…No Bill didn't tell me…yes I'll have a word with 
him…"

Mulder tried to hold back, but Scully kept up a relentless 
rhythm and he felt his spine start to tingle and his stomach 
muscles tense. He could feel Scully's internal muscles 
squeezing him and then he knew no more as an intense rush of 
bliss carried him away "Ooooh, yeeeeeeeesssss!" he heard 
himself yell. Finally the buzzing stopped in his ears, and he 
heard Scully still on the phone.

"No, mom, Mulder's fine, he's just watching a game on the 
TV…Yes, he does get very enthusiastic doesn't he?…Okay, I'll 
tell him…Bye mom." 

"Sorry, Scully," Mulder said as Scully gracefully climbed off 
him and put the phone back on its cradle.

"What for?"

"You know…you didn't… erm…well, come."

"Yes I did, and very nice it was too."   

"You were very calm about it?"

"One of us had to be, what with you shouting loud enough 
to bring the rafters down."
 
"Well, that was your fault, you could have stopped you know?" 
Mulder said, pouting a little.

"Considering how long it took to get you 'upright' as it were, 
with all those muscle relaxants that you're on, I thought it 
prudent to make the most of the opportunity."

"Okay, but I could have done without your mother as an 
eavesdropper. I might be emotionally scarred for life."

"Hmm, talking about being scarred," Scully said as she nestled 
against Mulder's warm body, "Mom wants us to come over for 
Sunday lunch; Bill's on leave and she wondered if the two of 
you would like to watch the game on the TV, sort of a male 
bonding thing."

"The only thing Bill wants bonded, is his fist to my face. I don't 
think so, Scully…but you go." 

"Bill has, apparently, agreed to be more accommodating as far 
as you are concerned. Come on Mulder, it'll be a good 
opportunity to build some bridges, and anyway I just want to 
watch Bill try to be nice to you." Scully swirled the tips of her 
fingers through Mulder's chest hair.

"All right, I'll do it, if only to eat your mom's cooking, but I 
expect you to protect me from Bill   "

"You're very brave."

"Yes, I am, aren't I?"

"Just don't forget to be enthusiastic when you're watching the 
game."

"I'll bring my pom-poms."

Scully's hand trailed down his body, following the path of hair 
to his groin. "I love your pom-poms, Mulder." She waggled her 
eyebrows at him suggestively.

"Scully?!"

The end