#88! Mulder & Scully!
88. MSR; Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?
Dana Scully rushes across the hall, opening the unlocked door to Fox Mulder’s motel room. The local detective they had been working closely with for the past week and a half had called, informing Scully that there had been another murder. She had grabbed her heels and hurried across the hall to update him. Her voice rang out as she swung the door open, head down while she leaned forward to slide her other shoe onto her stockinged left foot. “Mulder, Detective Hargis just called and there’s been ano–” she stops, mid sentence, frozen in place while she watches him zipping up his pants as he’s sprawled across the unmade bed in front of her. His shirt is strewn across the floor, his face is flushed, and his pants are holding in more than they had been designed to.
Normally she would back out with a red face and an apology for invading his privacy. Today was not a normal day. She had been stuck in a shitty motel in a shitty town in the shitty state of Alabama for the past ten days. She had autopsied four dead teenagers and was about to stay up all night on the fifth. Dana Scully was in no mood for his fucking around today.