Mulder and Scully's High School Reunion by Harrison Coin

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Mulder and Scully's High School Reunion by Harrison Coin

"For once, Mulder, I've one-upped you."

Mulder cocked his eyebrow at Scully, wondering what she meant.

"This file just came here, and it has all the earmarks of an X-File, strange happenings, lots of evidence..."

"Not interested."

"You mean you already know about it?"

"Yes, and I don't think it's alien abduction, looks to me like a fraud."

This was definitely not Mulder. Something was wrong.

"Okay, great. Did you ever finish that paperwork on Betts?"

Just then the phone rang, and Skinner said in hsi usual manner: "I wish to see both of you up here immediately."

"I'd like to know why you aren't in Bloomington already."

"Um, well, it doesn't look like an X-File, sir, more like a fraud case..."

"I'm officially ordering you to go there and check this out."

"Yes, sir." Scully said and they both rose to leave.

"Agent Mulder, I wish to speak with you privately."

Mulder sat back down, and Scully left, wondering if Mulder's instincts were going to get him in even deeper shit.

"Agent Mulder, usually you're more enthusiatic on cases such as these..."

"Well, sir, I have personal reasons for not wishing to take this case."

"Which are?"

After Mulder had explained and was dismissed, Skinner managed to keep his laughter bottled for another five minutes. And then he exploded, guffawing and roaring.

"Mulder? Fox Mulder?"

Mulder looked up, and looked away quickly. Too late, she had spotted him. Wait a minute, who was she?

"Uhhh, hi."

"I didn't know you were here for the reunion!"

"I'm not, I'm working."

"Ohhhhh. Well, show up anyway!" She pressed an invitation into his hand, and he looked at it with a faked smile. He felt like he was holding his death warrant.

"This is sort of embarrassing, but I don't seem to remember you..."

"No one does. Martha Nichols, nee McAvery."

Mulder managed to keep his surprise hidden. They shook hands and the woman walked off.

Scully was trying her hardest to keep her face straight as Mulder sat down, but a facial tic must have given her away, because Mulder snapped "It's not all that funny, Scully!"

"You didn't want to take this case...because you wanted to avoid your high school reunion."

"Yes. Happy?"

Scully started laughing. It would have been musical to Mulder, except that she was laughing at him.

"So, who was Martha McAvery?"

"Martha Mack Truck was her nickname." Scully winced. "She has to have dropped somewhere upwards of a hundred pounds at least."

"Amazing how some people change."

"Yeah."

"Fox! Fox Mulder!"

Oh, shit, she would show up, Mulder thought, and warped his face into a smile as another woman walked up, this one also curvaceous. She gave him a back-breaking hug and kissed his cheek, smiling as well.

After letting Mulder go, she stuck her hand out to Scully and said "I take it you're Fox's wife?"

"Partner, actually."

"Oh, still doing the Mulder Maneuver?" she asked playfully. Mulder turned beet-red.

"Actually, Jamie, we work for the FBI. Professional partners."

"So you're still available? You?"

"Uhhh, yes."

"Poor man. I see you've already gotten an invitation, isn't it great what Martha's done with herself?"

"Uh, yeah, it is, I didn't recognize her."

"Did she tell you how she lost it?" the woman pulled up a chair, and ordered coffee. Fox wondered if she were getting revenge for senior year, when he had dumped her unceremoniously because she wanted to get married.

After fifteen extremely amusing minutes for Scully, Jamie got up and walked away.

"The Mulder Maneuver?"

"At the rate we're going, you're gonna hear that a lot. Maybe I'll go to your high school reunion, see what kind of a teen you were."

"Actually, my high school is only about fifteen minutes away..."

Mulder glanced at the invitation, looked closer, and asked:

"Was your high school William McKinley Memorial High School?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Mulder was laughing when he handed her the invitation. Scully got a little taste of what he had felt when he saw the invite.

It read:

Bloomington Union High School Reunion

Students of Bloomington High, William McKinley, Great Falls High, and Rocky Mountain High, all under one roof. September 16-25.

She felt the hairs on her neck rise as she heard her name being called.

"I still want to know what your trick with the condom was."

"The day I show you that is the day I see the Mulder Maneuver."

"Deal." He leered at her jokingly.

"Fox Mulder!"

"Oh, shit." Mulder muttered, and turned.

Scully guessed from the fear in his eye it would be an old girlfriend. She was right.

"What are you doing here? I didn't remember seeing you on the list!"

"Working. Checking out those flashes of light and missing persons. I'm in the FBI right now."

"Ah. And this is your partner?" Mulder's taste ran the gamut, Scully observed. Out of the seven women she had met so far, she'd seen every hair color and height. This one was a black-haired Amazon.

"Scully, Lillith Aria. Lilly, Dana Scully."

"Did you see Martha?"

"Yep, it's really stunning. I guess Jenny Craig really does work."

"Nope, she did it by running, lifting weights, swimming. Started in college. By the way, David's here, and as weird as ever."

After about ten minutes of this back and forth, Lilly enquired:

"Going to get a room?"

"Yep."

"I own this place. There's one left, with one bed. Lucky you it's a king. And ironically enough it's 209."

Scully rolled her eyes. Mulder said that was great, and got a reduced rate on the room, at least. But he looked unhappy.

"What's so special about 209?"

"Don't ask, you really don't want to know."

"Oh, I know, it's one of your old boffing spots."

Mulder shook his head, but the crimson flush creeping up his collar told Scully otherwise.

Wonderful. I'm about to go in Mulder's lair of love. Scully really did not want to think about Mulder's sex life, because then she'd go back to her fantasies about him, and being aroused around Mulder was too embarrassing for her to think about. But what if he reacted the way she wanted him to, the way in her fantasies...

Now is NOT the time, Dana. You can handle being in close quarters with someone you're attracted to, you did it all through high school. But he wasn't as handsome, or as sweet or as charming...

"Mulder, I'm going to take a shower. You want the bathroom first or...?"

"No, I think I'm going to head over to the bar, see what's going on."

"Okay, great. Where are you going to sleep?"

"The floor. That chair doesn't look that comfy..."

"Good point. You'll be back..."

"In an hour or two, just want to check up on a few things."

Well, that was educational. All of his old classmates were STILL trying to find out about the Mulder Maneuver, something he would have preferred to leave in his past. Lots of people had gained weight, and David Anglin really was as weird as ever. He was a chaotician who made his living performing in Vegas and writing screenplays. The one-two combo really hadn't done David any good.

The truth was that he wanted to spend as little time in the room with Scully as possible, so she wouldn't know how badly he wanted her. Normally, he would have just gone for it, but he didn't know if it was just forbidden fruit or something deeper. And anyway, Scully would tell him to fuck off and break their partnership, and he wanted to keep one of his few friends. If she shared his attraction she kept it pretty damn well hidden.

Scully was already asleep under the comforter when he got in. He had had a grand total of one drink, and just seeing her there was making him light-headed. Great.

There were extra blankets on the floor. Mulder went into the bathroom and changed into boxers and a t-shirt proclaiming "Destroy All Astromen!", a Christmas gift from Langly. He made himself a little pallet and stretched out to sleep.

That was when he heard the noises. Little sighs, a gasp or two, made Mulder wonder just what the hell was going on. He stood up...and immediately sat down hard, throwing some blankets over himself and doing his damnedest to keep the image of Scully pleasuring herself in her sleep from his head.

He managed to fall asleep, although he did so with a raging hard-on, he had no idea. So he missed Scully's soft sigh of "Fox...."

What the hell was Mulder doing, pushups?

It sounded like he was really exerting himself, whatever he was doing. Curiosity and ethics warred in her mind until finally she gave up and looked over the edge of the bed.

Mulder was thrusting into the pallet, in a rather unique style of jerking off.

Scully quickly threw herself back on the bed, willing herself not to flip him over and put something much softer on his cock...

"Whuh...oh shit." Mulder whispered.

Scully didn't dare move.

"Guess Scully got to me more than I thought."

A little thrill went through her body at the sound of her name.

He went into the bathroom quietly, trying not to wake her. Too late. She was staring at the ceiling, wondering why her panties were so sticky...

Oh my God, I didn't...

A quick check had assured her she had. Must have done it in her sleep. Please, God, don't let him have heard.

Mulder was thinking that if Scully had been awake, he was fucked. There was no way she'd continue working with him. He sort of wished he knew what the dream she was having was about....

The case didn't pan out; by a miracle, Mulder was right, it was all a fraud. But Skinner wanted them to stay for another three days just in case something came up.

Three days with nothing to do, except drive each other nuts. They spent most of the day either in the library or in the room, usually separately from each other. But the library closed by six, and neither wanted to spend time in the town bar.

"Okay, there's just one thing that's going on."

"Our high school reunions."

"Yep. And as embarrassed as I'll get, I'd rather have something to do. What are you writing, anyway, a novel?"

Scully quickly closed her erotica file.

Mulder had found his own way to relieve the pressure, but it wasn't working very well.

So they both showered and dressed, and went to the gymnasium that Mulder so deeply despised.

It wasn't that he wasn't any good at gym; he had been in shape in high school. It was those idiotic sports that no normal human being played voluntarily of their own free will. Speedball still palyed a prominent role in his sports-oriented nightmares.

Scully, for her part, was recalling sex ed classes done in the gym. The minute she saw fresh produce, she had gotten out of there.

Good taste prohibits us from observing what ocurred to Mulder and Scully during that one night they spent at their high school reunion. Suffice to say that David Anglin was hanging from the rafters without drinking anything and that they both got some very interesting stories on each other. And although they didn't touch a drop of booze, they felt very light-headed as they went back to the motel.

"Scully, I had no idea you could do that with a condom."

"Oh, really? Considering the Mulder Maneuver, I'm surprised you never ran into it."

Mulder grinned and changed the subject. "What'd you think of the band?"

"Were they directly transported from the seventies?"

"No...yes...I dunno, maybe."

They both laughed at this. Scully booted up her laptop, and opened up the erotica file, and then realized she had to go to the bathroom. She left her laptop wide open for observation, and Mulder, figuring it was the case report, settled down to take a look.

Scully came out of the bathroom, and stared in shock at Mulder, who was staring in shock at the screen of the laptop. The occasional oiled click of the touchpad buttons could be heard. Scully was frozen there, not daring to do anything.

Finally, Mulder stopped, and put his fist under his chin in the classic thinker pose. A smile bloomed on his face, and he got up and walked over to the still-frozen Scully, sliding off her glasses.

"Scully...you said what I felt so...accurately. So passionately. Jesus, I never even realized the depth of what I felt until now."

Scully unfroze and pulled her skirt up to show the edge of her pantyhose, kissing him deeply and opening his lips with her tongue.

She pulled away just long enough to say "Mulder, pull tab A and shut up."

Mulder peeled her pantyhose off with one hand, using the other to slide off her blazer. She undid the buttons of his shirt with one hand while the other roamed over his crotch, and she sucked in her breath when she feel the steely erection pressing through.

Mulder hand went to her blouse, pressing the silk against her breast and rubbing, smiling devilishly at her gasp. He began opening the blouse, and she caressed the defined muscles of his abdomen and back. Her blouse joined her blazer on the floor, and Mulder kneeled down to the clasp. He undid it, and her ivory breasts, nothing like the fake globes of silicone he saw in his videos and somehow more attractive for that, appeared as if at the summoning of a magician. He took one erect nipple in his mouth, and used his right hand on the corresponding one, and a little cry rewarded him. His other hand was resting on her knee, and began sliding up, feeling the muscles of her slim toned thighs.

She lashed at the buckle of his belt, managing to get the excess leather strap loose, butnot the buckle itself. She wanted to see him, but he denied her, even as he unzipped her skirt, and took her silk panties off with his teeth.

She slumped back against the wall, and Mulder moved her over onto the bed. As his tongue and teeth slid up her inner thighs, she got ready...and kept waiting, as Mulder parted her lips, touched the area around her clit, explored inside her...Ah, Jesus.

Mulder clamped down on the clit even as her thighs closed on his head. He started going faster, and she bucked, trying to shove her entire crotch into his mouth. He licked her mons, nibbled her nub, and her orgasm was so powerful she cried out his name in ecstasy.

She let her grip go only grudgingly, and sprang on him, getting his belt open, unbuttoning and unzipping him with her mouth. She pulled the cotton boxers off, and there it was.

It was a fine specimen of male anatomy, she thought. Thick, but not too much so, long, but not too long, the perfect penis. She took a firm grip on the root, and gave the head a long, slow, sensual lick, and he let out a deep low moan.

She worked him over with her hands first, feeling every contour and line, stroking everywhere until she found the most sensitive parts, and then focusing on those. His cries were basso versons of hers, and he nearly came when she took the head into her mouth. Her tongue preceded her, tracing the hypersensitive underside, trying to force him to come, but to no avail, he held back as much as he could.

Just when he couldn't stand it any longer, she stopped. He parted her legs as he nibbled at her earlobe, and they both cried out as he entered her. He pushed slowly at first, her little cries and whimpers making him do it even slower.

And then the first of those sighs, throaty and husky, came, and he started going faster. Her hands clenched his ass as she pulled him in and tried her hardest to both keep him there and keep herslef from coming too soon. Then his hand dropped to her clit and started rubbing.

It wasn't an orgasm; it was a hydrogen bomb. She exploded, crying out his name, and Mulder came right after her, letting out a wolfish howl.

After a few seconds of lying next to each other, a pounding could be heard.

"Do you mind? Assholes, it's three in the morning!"

Mulder flipped the door the finger, and then put that finger to better use on an already aroused Scully.

"So what do we do now?"

"Do it again?"

"Damn it, Fox, you know that's not what I mean! What do we do about the Bureau, about our work...?"

"We take it slow, Dana. The only thing we can do."

Scully looked up at him, and smiled, holding up a condom.

"I believe you said something about you showing me the Mulder Maneuver if I showed you the condom trick...."

END

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