Title: Bad Author: Lovesfox E-mail: lovesfox@rogers.com Website: www.geocities.com/fanficcorner Rating: NC-17 (sex and strong language) Category: Smut, MSR Spoilers: None Summary: Scully works undercover without Mulder, but he has to show up. Smut ensues. Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, they belong to 1013 Productions and Chris Carter. I just borrowed them. Archive: With permission, please Warning: Contains adult situations, may not be suitable for all readers. Mulder and Scully have sex. Notes: Mulder and Scully are in a relationship ... no set time period, but place it somewhere in Season 7. Events in this story would probably never transpire, just go with it. Motel named contained herein is a figment of my imagination. Thanks: Nancy and Mortis Bad by Lovesfox Part 1 of 2 Mulder moped around the office. He checked his e-mail repeatedly, hoping for something, anything, but was disappointed each time. His in-box was completely empty, and he had actually caught up on all his reports and paperwork. He was bored, and he missed Scully. Skinner had called her to his office earlier in the week, to tell her she was going to be on loan to another department for a few days, going undercover as a prostitute. Scully had come back from the meeting, quiet and uncommunicative, telling him only the barest details. She had seemed reserved, embarrassed almost, and asked him not to interfere with the case. It had stung. He had managed to avoid thinking about her for the first two days, until this morning. Near the coffee machine, he had overheard a group of male agents talking about how 'hot' one of the decoys was. Sidling closer, trying not to be obvious, but wanting to know exactly whom they were discussing, he had eavesdropped. When one of them, an agent he did not recognize, said something about hair like flame and baby blue eyes, he knew they were talking about Scully. When the man had proceeded to describe all her attributes in fine, complimentary detail, with particular emphasis on her legs, Mulder had stormed away. Something had burned at his gut, and he had been restless and distracted for the rest of the morning. Finally, he could stand it no more. It took only two phone calls to discover where the sting was currently setting up. Within minutes, he was in a Bureau car and heading to one of the seedier parts of town. He parked several blocks away, knowing his car would be easily recognized, and headed on foot to the Command Center. It was an abandoned store, once an Adult Video Store, a block away from the White Horse Motel where his partner was supposedly turning her tricks. He flashed his badge discreetly, and was admitted. The SAC, a man named Richards, was surprised to see him, but said nothing, merely nodding towards the back, where the surveillance equipment was set up. Mulder went there and settled himself in an empty chair to watch the agents at work, first slinging his jacket over its back. The screens showed various 'ladies' strolling along the sidewalks by the motel, but Mulder did not move closer to try and pick Scully out. He merely sat and waited. Other agents came and went, and at one point he heard the latest two talking about Scully, about how well she was playing her role. One made a crack about when good girls turn bad, and Mulder saw red. He spun around, his eyes spitting fire, and the other agent must have recognized him as Scully's partner, because he nudged the speaker and shook his head. One of the surveillance guys said with interest, "Hey, what's this?" The others shifted to look, and out of curiosity, Mulder stood up to look as well. A few other agents joined them. A shiny black Lexus with tinted windows had pulled over to the curb. Mulder gaped in surprise as his partner sauntered over to the car and bent over to lean on the opened passenger side window. She looked...like a hooker, which was good, seeing as that was her assignment. But even with the graininess of the video feed he could see she also looked very hot. No wonder the other agents were talking about her. Speaking of other agents, one whistled and whispered, "Work it, Scully. Work it." Mulder was somewhat glad he could not hear what was being said, the audio was through the earphones only. The surveillance guys were all listening quite avidly. Mulder watched as Scully opened the car door and climbed in. He wanted to ask if that was normal, if she was supposed to get in there with the suspect, yet no one else seem worried. Another camera showed the Lexus pulling into the motel parking lot, and moments later Scully and an older man in a business suit climbed out of the car. They headed to a door that Scully had indicated, and went inside. Switch to another camera, this one obviously inside the motel room. And now, Mulder could hear everything. He could hear Scully, her voice lower, and far sultrier than he had ever heard it, talking to the distinguished looking man with the silver mane of hair. He observed as one of her hands came up to stroke the man's tie. She was asking him what he liked. A quiet whisper, coming from somewhere behind Mulder, "Oh, baby, I'll tell you what I like." Snickers followed the remark. Mulder shot a glare around, but could not tell who had made the comment. One of the other techs had leaned over from his video, and he got agitated, whispering, "Holy shit!" He called SAC Richards over. "Sir," he said. "That's Senator Atkinson!" "Jesus H. Christ!" Richards exclaimed, fumbling in his pocket to pull out a cell phone. He pointed it at the video screen. "You make damn sure you get all of this on video and audio!" he barked, before turning away to dial a number. Everyone else was glued to the motel room video, to where Scully was still standing close to her 'John', her hands now resting on his chest. He was smiling, and Mulder watched as the man's hands came up to rest on her hips, pulling her closer. She continued to talk dirty, trying to lead him into condemning himself further. Mulder wondered how far she had to go before the agents made the bust. He didn't know how long he could stand there and listen to her proposition the elderly Senator. He was embarrassed to admit to himself that it was kind of exciting hearing Scully talk that way, even if it was to some complete stranger who was soon to be arrested. However, he was extremely disturbed by the fact that all the other males in the room were just as engrossed. What the Senator said next had them all gaping. He wanted Scully to gather some of her friends and arrange a night where they would go to a party to service his associates. He finally started talking money and one of the agents chortled, "Bus-ted!" Things kind of exploded then, one of the surveillance guys picked up a walkie-talkie and yelled, "Go, go, go!" and then Agents were swarming out of the store. Mulder followed a little more slowly, grabbing his jacket from the back chair, not wanting to interfere with the operation. But his heart was pounding furiously -- he was caught up in the adrenaline of the moment. When Mulder got there, things were already under control. The Senator was being helped into a car, his hands cuffed behind his back, and agents were busy clearing the street of interested bystanders. He scanned the motel parking lot and finally spied his partner. He could only see part of her; she was talking to a tall man whose back was to Mulder. She shifted, moving slightly to the right, and Mulder caught a glimpse of one leg. A lot of one leg. Jesus, that skirt was short. And leather. He glanced around, and saw that he was not the only one staring at her legs. Finally the man she was talking with nodded at her and walked away, and as if she sensed him there, Scully looked over at him. Her lips, which had been smiling, twisted into a frown. She marched over to him, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement. He watched her approaching, his mouth open slightly as his eyes swept her from head to toe. From the high-heeled shoes, up long legs encased in sheer black hose to an item he had thought he would never see his partner wear, a black leather mini-skirt, and then to a low-cut, filmy looking white blouse through which he could just make out a black bra. He stared at her face, her lips painted a glistening, vivid red, her eyes heavily lined and thick with mascara. It was Scully, but a Scully as unlike her as he had ever seen. Then she was standing in front of him, her voice a hiss of anger. "Mulder, what the hell are you doing here?" "Came to check on my partner, Scully," he replied slowly, not sure if his voice would work. It did, and he was thankful. "Mulder, I do not need checking on, and I already asked you before not to interfere," she said, her voice low, careful of the other agents around them. Her hands were on her hips, and her eyes were snapping. She looked sexy. He felt warm all of a sudden, even in the cool breeze that was blowing. "I know, Scully, but-" "But what, Mulder?" she interrupted, her voice rising slightly. "I'm a big girl and I am a good Agent. I can take care of myself. And besides, as you can see, there was plenty of back-up all over the place." Her arm swept the area, adding emphasis to her statement. He saw that they were attracting attention. The agent who had made the comment about good girls had a smirk on his face. Mulder grasped Scully's elbow, bending to whisper in her ear. "Can we discuss this somewhere else?" he asked. "We seem to be creating a scene." Scully opened her mouth, and he was sure she was going to protest, but she paused and then nodded. "Fine. Come with me," she snapped, and turned on her heel, heading toward the motel. Mulder trailed after her, hearing a snicker and a male voice call, "Better be good, Mulder, I think you're in for it!" He hesitated, wanting to go over and punch the guy in the mouth, but he did not, merely waited for Scully's reaction. Scully paused, her back straight, and Mulder waited for her to whirl around and go kick some serious ass. Instead she shot a look at him over her shoulder, barking, "What are you waiting for, Mulder?" before opening one of the room doors and stepping in. Mulder blinked in surprise and then followed Scully into the room, staring in distaste at the cheap, drab furnishings. He guessed he shouldn't really expect much from a place that charged by the hour. He shut the door and twisted the lock, not wanting a curious agent to come inside and witness the blow out he was sure he and Scully were going to have. He stared at the closed door, his mind busy, thinking of the bust moments ago, and how it would be the hot topic at the Bureau for days. Undercover Agent nabs Senator in Sex Sting. He knew it happened all the time, in cities all over the country. Law enforcement officers posing as prostitutes to nail unsuspecting Johns. He just never imagined his partner -- straight-laced, controlled Scully -- would be used as bait. Very enticing, successful bait. Turning, he saw that Scully was sitting on the edge of the sagging bed that was covered in a beige comforter, with her back straight and her hands clasped loosely in her lap. She was still frowning, and for some reason, it set his teeth on edge. He moved over to the only other place to sit in the room besides the bed, a hard wooden- backed chair, about five feet from the bed. He laid his jacket on the small table that was beside it. Lifting the chair easily in one hand, he turned it so that it faced Scully. He sat down, his eyes scanning the ugly room once again. His thoughts whirled. She should be bothered by what the agent said, just as he was. Yet she seemed angry with him instead. He wondered if perhaps she had not heard the rude comment. He realized then that he was still stinging a little from her repeated comment about him not interfering, and he had this sudden urge to tweak at her façade. "I'll bet you were a good girl, weren't you, Scully?" Mulder said. There was just the faintest trace of sarcasm in his voice. Scully nodded, unperturbed, the frown easing from her face. "Yes. Yes, I was, Mulder," she replied mildly, meeting his gaze with wide, guileless eyes. She stared at him for long moments, seemingly studying him. She rose from the bed, hands smoothing the short skirt over her hips. The motion immediately drew his attention there and Mulder swallowed thickly as his eyes followed the path of her hands. She sashayed over to him, and he could not take his eyes off her hips. Had they always swayed like that, or had she exaggerated the movements for his benefit? Mulder turned his head as she walked around his chair, her fingernails trailing lightly across his shoulder blades, causing him to shiver. She came around the other side and bent at the waist to bring her face close to his, giving him a first class view of her cleavage. Tilting his head a little, his gaze flicked from the enticing shadow between her breasts to her lips so close to him. He watched avidly as her tongue came out to moisten those full, red lips. She moved closer and they brushed his ear before she breathed, "But I could be bad, Mulder." All the blood rushed from his head and immediately pooled heavy and thick in his groin. His mouth went dry, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his neck, his chest. He found himself unable to speak, his mouth gaping open and closed like a fish. His mind feebly attempted to remind him of where they were, that this was a very dangerous idea. Scully pulled back slightly so she could look into his eyes. "Do you want me to be bad, Mulder?" Reason went by the wayside. *** End Part 1