If you love it, let it kill you.

Fictober Day 12.

Instead of the usual prompt, I’m answering @wtfmulder‘s call for porn involving the word “desk”.  This is about 12 degrees of separation from what I’m comfortable writing, both in terms of tone and content, so apologies in advance if it comes off lurid or purple.   And yeah, NC-17-ish.  Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic.  Thanks for reading!


“You’re an asshole!”

It certainly wasn’t the first time she’d thought it, but it marked the first time she’d uttered the words aloud.  If she was looking to make a mark with her uncharacteristic vulgarity, however, he wasn’t giving her the satisfaction.

He grinned.  “That’s likely true, Scully.  But it doesn’t change the fact that I made a valid observation.  You let your emotions get in the way of your judgement, and it likely cost that young girl her life.”

She knows he’s goading her deliberately, but not for what purpose.  She doesn’t have his training in clinical psychology or legendary ability to creep around in someone’s brain, looking for loose strings to pull.  And yet even knowing it’s what he wants, she can’t stop herself from reacting.

“You megalomaniacal, narcissistic bastard!   You, of all people, have absolutely no right to be throwing around accusations of emotional blind spots and their consequences.   Fucked anyone who looks like your sister lately, Fox?”    She may have lacked his profiling genius, but she was still a pathologist.  She knew exact where to cut.

As they had been fighting, they came to stand together in the centre of their office, like two thunderheads colliding in a storm.  At close distance, he towered over her, fists pressing into his hips to accentuate his physical dominance.   She arched her neck and the chill emanating from her eyes could freeze nitrogen. They were both breathing heavily, and Mulder reminded himself that he’d never yet hit a woman, even when goaded, and today would be a bad day to start. He opened and closed his fists, imagining the dark bruises that would bloom easily on her pale skin.

“Your interest in where I put my dick is flattering, Scully.   And all this time, I thought I just didn’t give off a paternal enough vibe.”

Her hand was on a collision course with his jaw, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted it awkwardly behind her back.  The whites of her eyes, the flare of her regal nose, the flood of pheromones in the scant air between them.   Fox Mulder considered himself a civilized man, and had curbed any carnal impulses regarding his partner for years, but her defiance was erotically charged, taunting him to try to subdue her.  He was past his breaking point before he even knew it had arrived.

Using her captured arm, he pushed her tailbone forward, and that brought her heaving belly in contact with the adamantine ridge of him.  If he calculated that evidence would dampen the fuse lit by their harsh words, she quickly called his bet.  Her free hand followed his belt, circumscribing his waist and ending up cupping the heat of his cock through the fabric of his slacks.  He pulsed against her palm with a groan.

The careful throttle they both kept on their passions lay ruined and useless.  A certain sense of inevitability pushed them forward.  If they could not stop, would not stop, then this would happen today and forever be a part of the anger that preceded it.  If their relationship survived this, the acid words, the violence, the momentary hatred, and anything that came afterwards would be boxed away, with Pandora’s dire consequences if they opened it again.

She used her hand on his crotch to push him back to his desk, where he sank against the veneer and watched her warily.  Starting with tongue tip only, she painted his lips, chin, frenulum, breath and pulse rising on a tide of terrifying want.  Soon, too soon, they were gripping each other’s skulls with bent fingers, angling and re-directing their mouths again and again, crashing together with teeth and spit.

“God, Scully, you don’t … it’s not that I …”  Anything he could say would either end this, or make it about something it was not, and he couldn’t allow either alternative.  He let his hands speak for him instead, praising her, apologizing, asking forgiveness and permission all at once.

“I know.  Mulder, I know.” She panted into his hair, standing upright to allow his mouth to seek her breasts through the silk of her blouse.

Impatient as adolescents, they tore at each other’s clothing and shed it like outgrown skin.  The touch of soft inner arm to ribs, fingers to sacrum, lips to tender eyelids – everything hummed and sparked with nerves alive to the novelty of the act.

He fell backwards onto the surface of his desk, pulling her down with him like a drowning victim.  They hadn’t dared to look too closely at what had only been imagined before, but her dark nipples and darker pubis gave her the appearance of a daguerreotype. Her body was lean and lithe, supple curves and softness.  Rising above him like a Valkyrie, he couldn’t conceive of how something so beautiful had been hiding in plain sight, disguised only by her ample clothing and intellectual countermeasures.

She, in turn, knew well the effortless sculpture of his body, but not its capacity for tenderness. A curl of her hand down his shaft and over the sensitive sacs below, and then he was entering her with piercing slowness, the curves of her ass coming to rest on his thighs.

“Are you okay?”  He’d seen her eyes start to water as he slid home.  Any need to hurt her had dissolved with his lust.  He’d sooner cut off his arm that take her against her will, or cause her to bleed on his account.

“S’good.  Yeah, Mulder, s’so good.”  Still upright, internal musculature welcoming him and trying to expel him by turns.

“Yeah, yeah.  Baby, you’ve gotta move. Yeah, that’s it.  God, you’re so wet.”

Slow, posting motions at first, getting used to the angle and the feel of their bodies united in this revolutionary way.   He held her hair back with one hand and travelled the foreign landscape of her torso with the other.  Her knees pressed into binder clips and stray napkins, hinging open and closed as she found a motion that allowed instinct to take over.  Bending forward, she nipped the cartilage of his right ear, gasping bubbles of pleasure sounds causing every last hair on his neck to stand on end.

“Ohmygod, Scully. This is insane.  I’ve gotta fuck you so bad.”

“You are.  Are fucking me.”  Even now, maybe especially now, the tug-of-war of minds continued.

Two firm hands on her pelvis try to push her backwards off him, but she fights back, grinding down hard on his cock in a way that makes him gnash his teeth.

“Fuck, let me up, Scully. You’ve got to …”

She relents, and he heaves her sex-stunned body sideways, her heavy legs dropping to the floor and his hands positioning her, bending her down until her breasts are flattened against the desk.  Standing erect between her legs, he plunges immediately back in and feels her pussy expand and contract in welcome.

“Now I’m fucking you, baby.” He grunts and starts a vicious rhythm that traps her against the wood’s sharp edges.  She wails and pulses backwards in syncopation, and it’s either seconds or hours later when she’s unspooling like a banner in a gale, whip cracks of pleasure ribboning out from her core.  He rides it out with her, fuck-drunk with triumph and the agony of balancing on the edge of release for almost too long.  But then he looks down to see her profile and his darker hands against the parchment of her back and it’s suddenly hyper-real.  That he’s just fucked his partner to orgasm bent over his desk in the basement of the Hoover Building on a late Saturday evening.  And that he’s never, ever, wanted anything more – not even to know the deepest mysteries of the universe – than he wants to deserve this woman’s love.  And just like that …

“God, Scully, I’m gonna come.”

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  5. evedaye said: Wow. Just wow.
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  8. mysticalstarlitnight said: Woah 😈 I am so turned on lol
  9. pickingoutchinapatterns said: wow this was hot and perfect. Please keep enriching our fandom with your fic
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