TITLE: Simultaneous

AUTHOR: Eral C.

CATEGORY: Itty-bitty story. Post-Hollywood A.D, Skinner 
POV. Refers to M&S getting smutty but there's nothing 
explicit.

DISCLAIMER: Please, Chris Carter, please? Nope, still won't 
give 'em up so credit to the man above as well as 1013, FOX 
but mostly Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny. Oh, and last
but not least- Mitch Pileggi. Extra cookies for DD on this 
one for the gem that is Hollywood A.D.-one of my all time fave 
eps :)

SUMMARY: Skinner hears more than he should....

COMMENTS: Yay, I wrote a fic that isn't a post-Existence! I 
also seem to be slowly creeping closer to the land of smut.... 
Still a sappy MSR though-for now ;)

FEEDBACK: Gladly received at  eral_c@hotmail.com
Good and bad comments welcome, just be more gentle with the 
bad ones :)



Simultaneous by Eral C.


I lied to Agent Mulder. Not a huge lie, just not quite an exact 
truth. I told him I was staying at the same hotel as he and Agent 
Scully, that part was true enough. If I had to put it in a report, 
I guess I would say that I was less than accurate when describing 
the exact location of my room in relation to the rooms of my two 
agents. Less than accurate. Yeah, that's it.

I told Agent Mulder over the phone that I was staying on the floor
below them whereas I was actually a little closer than that. Okay,
much closer-next door, my room was next door to Agent Mulder's. 
I didn't ask for the room I got, it just happened to be the only 
room they had available. Well, the only one with a really big 
bathtub, anyway.

The first inkling that I might overhear more than I should came 
before I even got as far as the premiere, as I was getting 
dressed for the evening. I heard Agent Scully's voice coming 
from the next room and thought nothing of it at first, she and 
Mulder are partners, always on the road together and no doubt 
used to wandering in and out of each other's rooms. It was only 
when I heard a decidedly girlish squeal from the usually non-
squealing Scully that I admit to paying a little more attention. 
I know I should have just carried on dressing, turned the TV up, 
but my curiosity got the better of me. 

I have known Agents Mulder and Scully for a long time and I've 
never seen closer partners. *Never.* I'm not deaf, I hear the 
rumors around the FBI about them, I know other agents talk about 
them, speculate about their relationship but I've always just let 
it pass me by. I'm not saying I haven't ever wondered about them - 
hell, I've seen the way they are together, the way they look at 
each other. Sometimes, just walking in on the two of them sitting 
in silence feels like an intrusion of the most intimate kind. I've 
called one partner late at night or early in the morning only to 
find the other there too but I've never questioned it. 

Ultimately, it doesn't matter because they are everything an FBI 
partnership should be; they trust each other implicitly, they read 
each other in a way most partners could only ever hope to and they 
defend each other fiercely, almost instinctively, without question. 
So, when I heard the uncharacteristic squeal from the normally stoic 
half of the equation, my interest was piqued. Immediately following 
Scully's squeal, I heard Mulder's voice ask, 

"You like it?"

I can only assume that whatever *it* was, Scully did indeed like 
and had every intention of showing her partner just how much. A 
thud against the wall followed by giggles from Scully and a 
breathless plea from Mulder,

"Sculllllyyyyy. We'll be late....oooh, God."

"Mulder, we're the stars of the damn film. They can't start without 
us."

Now *that* was something I thought I'd never hear -Mulder worrying 
about being late while Scully throws caution to the wind. Sometimes 
you have to wonder about the possibility of a parallel universe, 
you really do. At that point, I figured I didn't need to hear any 
more so I left and headed down to meet my date. 

We all sat through the movie; me with my very attentive date and 
Mulder, of course, with Scully. Mulder looked uncomfortable 
throughout and more than once I saw Scully try to reassure him 
with a touch on his arm or a whisper in his ear. Those brief 
moments were the only times Mulder seemed to relax, he even managed 
to smile back at her at one point as she squeezed his hand. The 
final scene was too much for him though and, as he stood up to 
leave, Scully tried to pull him back, hissing at him to sit down. 
Scully somehow managed to last the three more minutes to the 
closing credits before she bolted out in the same direction 
that Mulder had taken just a few minutes earlier.

I'm not sure what came over me but suddenly I was going after her, 
FBI credit card in hand. I suddenly wanted them to go and have some 
fun, I thought it would be nice for them if they went out and forgot 
about work, about the stupid movie, for Scully to giggle all night 
if that's what she wanted. Hey, maybe she could make Mulder giggle 
too; if anyone could, it would be Scully. I caught up with her as
she reached the door and handed the credit card to her,

"Find your partner, Scully, and go and enjoy yourselves for the 
evening."

Although she looked a little shocked, she managed to compose 
herself, thank me and continue on her hunt for Mulder in about 
thirty seconds flat. Nice going, agent. I turned back, went 
inside, found my date and decided that I was going to have 
some fun too. 


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Long story short, I ended up having slightly less of a good time 
than I had envisaged mainly due to the fact that, while my date 
looked great, she was endowed with less brain matter than the 
average goldfish. No offense to goldfish. So, by the grand old 
hour of 11pm, I was back in my room channel surfing and making 
use of the minibar when I heard voices in the corridor outside 
my room- familiar voices, apparently in some sort of dispute 
about the room key.

"You *do* have it, Mulder. I put it in your pocket."

"I can't find it, Scully. I think you're gonna have to frisk me."

"Oooh, Mulder, here it is. Do you have something else in that 
pocket?"

"Get that damn door open and you might find out."

Needless to say, the damn door got opened and I heard nothing 
else....for about two minutes. Then things livened up again 
and I found myself rooted to the spot, not wanting to listen 
but strangely unable to move. Obviously the bed in Mulder's 
room was directly in line with the bed in my room because I 
could hear far more than I needed to.. I tried to focus on 
whatever the hell crap I was watching on TV but it was 
impossible when the entertainment next door was far more 
interesting. Quietly at first, they were kissing and murmuring 
to each other. Then, moaning and more kissing. Finally, the 
main act; I could feel the headboard thudding against the wall 
behind my head, getting quicker as they got louder and I 
could hear almost every word,

"Yes, Mulder! Oh...God! Oh...!"

"Oh, Scully! I..I..love you."

"Love you too, baby."

I was listening to two of my agents having sex less than two 
feet from my head and all I found myself thinking was how odd 
it was that, even in bed, they still called each other by 
their last names. What the hell is wrong with me?! Eventually, 
everything went quiet and I assumed that they were asleep. 
I shut off my light and decided to try to do the same, with 
thoughts of how I would face them in the morning spinning in 
my head.

I woke up at 5am to a repeat performance. Not quite as fierce this 
time, but still enough to give the headboard a good workout. I was 
too tired to even consider moving so I just lay there with sounds 
of early morning passion floating over my head, willing them to 
finish and go back to sleep so I could do the same. No such luck. 
Fast and furious did not seem to be the motto they had adopted for 
the morning-they were in *no* hurry to get back to sleep. For some 
reason that time, possibly due to the wall not shaking quite as it 
did the previous night, I could hear everything they were saying,

"Mmmm, I love this, Mulder."

"Morning sex? I know you do."

"Oooooh...not just the sex, Mulder, although.....oh God!"

"I know, Scully. *Us*. I love it too."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Mulder.."

"Hey, where did that come from? I'm not going anywhere, ok?"

"I'm sorry, I just- ohhhhhh, yes!!"

"Scully, ohhhh, yes!!"

Good god, simultaneous orgasms and I thought *that* only happened 
in the movies. Quiet voices were all I heard next.

"Don't move, Mulder. Stay inside me for a little while."

"Always. You're my favourite place, Scully."

I'd heard too much, this was way too much to listen to if I had 
any hope of ever being able to look either agent in the eye again 
so I got up and headed for the shower-I wouldn't be getting anymore 
sleep anyway.


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As I entered the lobby, I spotted them standing over by the desk, 
handing over their keys, checking out. They hadn't seen me so I 
had the opportunity to see them before they put on their "special 
agent" faces, before they started behaving as they felt that they 
should. They wore casual clothes; Scully in blue jeans and a pale 
blue sweater, Mulder in black jeans and a dark green sweater. I was 
struck by two things- how tiny Scully looked in the absence of her 
usual heels and the fact that Mulder's arm was around Scully's 
waist, resting gently on her hip as though it belonged there. I 
guess it did. I walked over to where they were standing and I 
found myself surprised yet again as there was no scramble to put 
their professional faces on as I had expected and no attempt by 
Mulder to remove his hand from where it still sat comfortably 
on Scully's hip.    

"Morning, Agents."

"Morning, Sir."

I turned away and handed my key across the desk,

"Checking out, please. Room 210."

Ah, a reaction! An audible gasp came from behind me as they 
realised who their neighbour had been. I stifled a laugh and 
turned back to them,

"Everything okay with your rooms?"

"Oh yeah, great. Mine was great. Yours, Scully?"

"Yes, fine. Just fine."

Scully then reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled 
out the credit card I had given her the previous evening then 
handed it to me,

"Thank You, Sir. We appreciate it, don't we Mulder?"

"We do indeed. Thanks, Sir."

"My pleasure. I trust you had a good evening?"

At this point I realised I was approaching cruel but I couldn't 
resist, I was way too curious about what their reactions would be. 
To my amazement, there were no blushes, no stuttering, no outward 
signs of embarrassment at all, just two grinning faces, two nodding 
heads and two voices answering "yes". Simultaneously, of course. 


END