33. “How’s the meeting going?” “I want to stab all of them.” “Well don’t get blood on your clothes. We have reservations at eight.” please!!! you're such a good writer!!
Thank you anon! I feel like this prompt has been in here quite a while. Sorry for that. This turned slightly (really just a teensy bit) nsfw. Set in season 8 but there is no angst whatsoever.
“Scully, you need to save me.” Holding the phone between neck and shoulder, Scully grins. She stretches her leg in the bathtub to get more comfortable so she can listen to Mulder’s complaints. She’d pity him, certainly, but she’s far too relaxed right now to care.
“How’s the meeting going?” At least she tries to put some sympathy into her voice.
“I want to stab all of them.” Of course. Mulder and meetings don’t mix well together on a good day. Without her there to distract him, or glare at him sternly, he doesn’t stand a chance.
“Well, don’t get blood on your clothes. We have reservations at eight.”
“Don’t remind me.” Comes his grunted answer. “Do I really have to go, Scully?” Sounding just like a little boy, she thinks, as she puts her hand on her stomach where Mulder junior has just decided to join the party. The baby kicks heartily against her hand.
“Yes, Mulder, you do. You promised me and you promised my mother. You don’t want to break a promise you made to my mother, now do you?” That shuts him up like she thought it would. Scully stretches and her protruding belly causes the water to gently swish around her.
“Scully, where are you?” His voice changes in an instant.
“I’m home. Where else would I be?”
“Where at home are you?”
“In the tub?”
“Mulder, you’re at work.” There’s some rustling in the background and she thinks she hears a door close. After that it’s eerily quiet.
“I’m all by myself now. So. You’re in the tub, right?”
“Come on, Scully. I just suffered through two hours of a meeting and I have ten minutes before I have to go back in that room.”
“What was the meeting about anyway?” Mulder groans in frustration. “Tit for Tat, Mulder.”
“You promise?” Her answer is a low chuckle and she swears she can hear him swallow on his side of the line. Hard.
“Mainly budget cuts,” Mulder begins, his voice a slow, bored drawl, “Marketing had things to say that I don’t remember. But the accountants are pissed. That much I can tell you.”
“Hmm, have you proposed that we share a hotel room again? That would definitely save money.”
“Scully, as you’re well aware you’re currently on maternity leave and I’m on desk duty. The x-files are currently on budget,”
“Really?” She interrupts him.
“Yeah, I was as surprised as you are. It’s – hey, I can tell you all about this later at home. I dimly remember this as a tit for tat situation. I provided the tat, now it’s your turn to give me the tit.”
“Oh, I would Mulder if you were here.” There’s a distinctive sound she’d recognize anywhere: Mulder’s zipper. Apparently they’re really doing this. Her own hand wanders from her belly to touch her oversensitive breast before she slides it further down until her fingers find her curls. It’s uncomfortable with her big stomach, but she’s going to make it work somehow. She sighs deeply and Mulder murmurs a breathless ‘oh yeah’.
“Just keep talking, Scully. What are you doing?”
“Uhmm,” another sigh, another moan as her finger briefly grazes her clit before she cups herself, “I wish you were here, Mulder.” His breath is ragged and she wonders how far along he is already; did he start without her?
“Pretend… pretend it’s my hand.” He tells her in a throaty whisper.
“Oh yeah, your hand, oh Mulder, it’s your fingers dipping inside me now. Do you feel how wet I am for you and – ” She is stopped by a knock. Startled, her hand shoots out of the water, splashing the floor in the process, before she realizes that the sound came through the phone.
“Fuck.” Mulder grumbles and she listens to the sounds of him trying to make himself presentable. There’s another knock, more persistent this time. “Yeah, I’m coming.” Or not, Scully thinks, but decides to keep that to herself.
“There you are.” The voice is muffled, but Scully recognizes it as Skinner’s. “You weren’t going skip the rest of the meeting, were you?”
“No, Sir. I just needed to call Scully.” That seems to remind him that he hasn’t hung up on her yet.
“Uh, Scully, I-”
“You need to get back to the meeting.”
“Yeah. We can finish this… conversation later, right?”
“Of course, Mulder. I can’t wait.” She finishes in what she hopes is a sultry voice. Judging by Mulder’s strangled breath, she’s succeeded.
“I’ll be home as soon as this meeting is over,” he pauses and Scully is certain that Skinner is giving him some sort of look, “Don’t, you know, have dinner without me.” The way he says dinner makes her shiver all over.
“Of course not, Mulder. We’re having dinner with my mother and my brother, remember? But I think I’m going to have a taste of dessert right now. I’ll leave you some, I promise.” She presses disconnect before Mulder can answer, a huge grin on her face. Scully leans back, closes her eyes, and lets her hand, and mind, wander again.