TITLE: "Autopsy fun for real"
AUTHOR: Kirsten Kerkhof * kirsten_xf@yahoo.com 
RATING: NC-17. Smut smut smut. Again
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
KEYWORDS: S R
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Finally Scully's getting some real autopsy fun.
DISCLAIMER: Ah man, it's not fair! But CC would rather 
eat his shorts than let them have this much fun. In short: 
they're not mine and I'm not 
making any money off them. No infringment intended (I 
think)
FEEDBACK: If you loved reading it as much as I enjoyed 
writing it, then I'd love to hear from you.
ARCHIVING: Sure.
NOTE: You may want to read 'Autopsy Fun' and 'Autopsy fun
continued' first to get the story-line.
WARNING: Smut smut smut smut smut smut smut. You 
may want to back off if you're under-age and certainly if 
your parents are watching ...

XxXxX

I don't know how they did it, but somehow the FBI seemed 
to have gotten word about Mulder and myself. Hey, that's 
why they put the 'I' in FBI, I guess ...
	
Anyway, Skinner called us into his office about three weeks 
ago, showing us the transcript of the security tapes of our 
office and actually asking us for an explanation for the 
undeniably very unpartner-like sounds that were issued forth 
from it. We couldn't give one. Well, none that would help us 
anyway.
	
Yes, that was us all right and no, we couldn't give a good 
reason and yes, we knew about the partnership rules. And no, 
we were not going to be doing anything about it. I still 
shudder at the thought of having to forgo sex with my 
partner. I like my job but I like fucking my partner better.
	
Result: we are temporarily reassigned. Mulder was livid 
when we received the official transfer papers and stayed that 
way all during the day. We had some whopping good sex that 
night, but he really is best when he has some steam to let off.
	
I'm more or less permanently based in the forensic 
laboratories nowadays, doing autopsies on anything from 
road-kill to railway-pizzas, via everything from gang-killings 
to old ladies who have accidentally fallen off the kitchen 
chair while dusting. I never thought I'd be admitting it but 
it's awfully boring work when there are no alien viruses to 
discover ...
	
Mulder's in the VCS again - and hating it. I'm truly sorry for 
A.D. Heidelberg for having Mulder in his team, but the man 
seems to cope. At least he's had the clarity of mind not to 
send Mulder out into the field more than is absolutely really 
honestly necessary, rather having him stay back and do some 
background work and the necessary profiling that he's so 
renowned for.
	
It's not great, but at least we're still together, which is more 
than we dared hoping for after having been found out.

XxXxX

It's just after lunch when I enter the main autopsy theatre of 
the west-wing labs. Originally I had three bodies waiting for 
me, but when I announced that I wouldn't be able to do them 
all today, Dr Campbell agreed and scheduled the third body 
for tomorrow morning, which is good.
	
I finish putting on the latex gloves as I walk to the notice 
board above the desk, checking who will be my assistant this 
afternoon. We are training students from the Academy, 
letting them assist us in our work as long as they stay out of 
our way. I actually like having a student for an assistant, 
recalling my time at the Academy when I, too, spent some 
time in the company of senior pathologists. My face had been 
every shade of green over the course of those three weeks, 
but it thoroughly prepared me for the work that lay ahead. 
My best memories are with Agent Darren Etzdorf, now 
retired, who let me do a few autopsies myself, recognising 
the medical training I'd had, and telling me what signs to 
look out for. We still exchange Christmas cards though that is 
about the extent of our friendship.
	
I look at the schedule to see which student I'll be getting. 
Today we'll be seeing a whole new group of students and 
each of us in the team has been assigned to take on two of 
them, one on each alternate day. "Rob Mitchell" I read. Not 
that the name should mean anything to me, but it's nice to be 
able to address a person by his proper name instead of by 
'hey you'.
	
As new students are not supposed to be doing anything but 
observe and learn during the first few autopsies - and to test 
the strength of their stomachs preferably well away from the 
corpse you're currently examining - I decide to get a head-
start. He should be here soon enough.
	
I have just opened the body when I hear the door to the 
theatre open and then close.
	
"Special Agent Scully I presume?" I hear behind me and I 
freeze. My scalpel is being pushed right through the body as I 
try to control the utterly unexpected thoughts and feelings 
that course through me.
	
I whip round and I'm greeted by the grinning face of my 
partner, dressed not in autopsy shrubs but in his usual suit 
and tie, leaning casually against the doorpost, arms folded in 
that sexy self-assured manner I love so much.
	
"Mulder? What are you doing here?" I say, uncertain whether 
I should be glad or furious to see him now.
	
"I came to check up on my favourite Agent," he grins, 
walking up to me and pulling the mask and cap from my face 
and head.
	
"Mulder, I have no time for that! I have two autopsies to do 
and besides a student will be walking in any moment now to 
be my assistant!" I protest, unable, however, to stop him from 
untying my apron and tossing it aside. "Mulder! The student 
..."
	
"Ah yes, Rob Mitchell, wasn't it?" he says, a suspicious 
glimmer lighting up his eyes.
	
"How do you ... Mulder, are you behind this?" I admonish 
him, realisation dawning.
	
"It was the only option, Scully," he says.
	
"Option for what?"
	
"Well, we've been trying out pretty much every fantasy you 
and I have admitted to having, haven't we? Except for one, if 
I remember correctly," he says, pulling me right against his 
hard hot body. I can feel his erection through his slacks and 
can't hold back a gasp. Oh God, I too remember what that is.
	
"Sex ... sex in the morgue ..." I whisper, somehow rather 
shocked he has surprised me like this.
	
"Exactly," he only says, before he leans in and kisses me 
hard, his tongue quickly gaining access to my mouth. Ah, 
Jesus, those kisses ...
	
When I come up from our kiss, breathless and incredibly 
aroused, one distressing thought springs to my mind. 
"Mulder ... that student ... he's really not coming, is he?"
	
His eyes burn so hot I groan. "That student ... is already here 
and I fucking well hope he'll be coming hard really soon!"
	
I feel my knees buckle under me at this highly suggestive 
remark, but he catches me, lifting me up and carrying me to 
the clean autopsy table on the other side of the room.
	
He sits me down on the cold steel and I open my legs so he 
can walk in between them and get really close to me. I wrap 
my legs around his waist as we come together in a hard hot 
long kiss.
	
"Mulder ... the security cameras ..." I pant, hoping to hell 
he's done something about those.
	
"Taken care of," he murmurs as he nibbles the side of my 
neck. I gasp softly, letting the feelings take over.
	
"Lock the door ..." I whisper, just before I hiss hard between 
clenched teeth. He knows every single one of my sensitive 
places and he's never passed them yet.
	
"Already done," he says, looking at me with hungry eyes. 
"Don't worry, nobody will be disturbing us. I've taken care 
of everything. Just enjoy."
	
I nod and smile, beginning to unbutton the unflattering 
surgical top I'm wearing. He quickly comes to my assistance, 
ripping the garment apart to win some time. I get really 
turned on by such ... violence ... and he knows it.
	
I smile knowingly when I hear his sharp intake of breath. I'll 
bet my paycheck that he never expected to see this bra under 
those autopsy shrubs.
	
"Scully ... you know what this bra does to me ..." he nearly 
whines as the look in his eyes becomes downright predatory.
	
"I know," I smile, "I was hoping to catch you unawares 
tonight. But as you're already here I figured we could have 
some fun with it now as well, right?"
	
"I hope you're in the mood for hard and fast today, Scully, 
'cause I lost all desire for tenderness about ten seconds ago," 
he growls as he takes my breasts in his large hands, working 
them free from the navy silk cups.
	
I moan without hesitation or inhibition. Oh, Christ, I'm so 
wet already and we're still nearly fully clothed.
	
"Hurry ..." I say in a breathy voice. "I want ..."
	
"You want what, Agent Scully?" he says, teasing me.
	
"I want you in me," I answer. "Fuck me hard ..."
	
"Aye aye, Ma'am," he only says, lifting me off the table, then 
turning me round and bending me forward so my upper body 
is lying face-down on the cold steel slab. I feel how he pulls 
the surgical pants down and I kick them off and away. When 
I feel his hand on the crotch of my sodden panties I have to 
strain not to scream. For God's sake, Mulder, get them off!
	
I feel how he pulls the whisp of soaked silk down my legs, 
baring me completely to him. The coldness of the air is 
startling as it hits the wetness between my legs and I hiss 
with the sensation. Strange but true, it only turns me on even 
more.
	
I hear the metallic sound of a zipper being undone and the 
soft rustle of clothes being moved. I look around and I moan 
when I see what's in store for me. Jesus Christ on a pogo 
stick, he's so big ... I know he's well-endowed, but today 
promises to be extra good fun.
	
His hands come between my legs, spreading them further so 
he has easier access. I comply readily. I let out a soughing 
sound when I feel him slowly pushing all the way in, 
stretching me in ways that I just can't describe.
	
I rest my head on the steel, high with the rapture that comes 
with fucking Fox Mulder. Because that's what this is, just 
plain good old fucking. No tenderness, no foreplay or 
sweetness. Just fucking our brains out and loving every bit of 
it.
	
I meet his thrusts with frantic ones of my own. His right hand 
is holding my hips, assisting our movements, while his left 
hand is teasing my clitoris. I usually do that myself, but it's a 
fantastic sensation to have him bring me to the edge all by 
himself. I'm clutching the steel table with all my might, using 
the strength of my body to speed up our motions.
	
"... ah yes, Fox ... right ... right there ..." I moan, feeling 
myself climb the way to the top so fast it's making the room 
spin. "Oh God ... oh oh ... you feel soooo good ..."
	
I bite my lower lip, trying to suppress some of the sounds that 
just keep flooding from my mouth, but when he hits a 
particularly good spot, I scream with the pain of biting right 
through the skin of my lip.
	
It's all it takes for him to stop immediately and I lie panting 
on the table, so close, so hot, with him still buried deep and 
burning rock hard inside me.
	
"Scully?" he pants.
	
I shake my head clumsily, trying to show that he's done 
nothing wrong. "No ... no, I'm fine ... Mulder ..." I say softly, 
out of breath. "... my lip ... it's just my lip ..."
	
He pulls out of me and I groan in protest. Oh shit, I don't 
want to stop now! He turns me round so he can look at me. 
He's quite a sight to behold, his pants and boxers round his 
ankles, his tie hanging loose round his neck, his face and 
neck flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat. But 
most importantly he's still sporting the erection of the 
century, which is showing no indication of deflating anytime 
this decade. Fuck it, I hate my lip!
	
"It's okay, Mulder," I say softly, trying to get him closer to 
me. I'm so horny I can't see straight, but I need to reassure 
him before he'll continue and I know it. I touch my finger to 
the little nick in my lip. The blood has already dried, though 
it is a bit swollen and sore. "I just bit through my lip, that's 
all."

"Are you sure? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
	
I smile wickedly. "If anything you merely hurt me by 
stopping, big guy."
	
He grins, lifting me up and sitting me on the very edge of the 
autopsy table. I spread my legs for a welcome, resting my 
arms round his neck, our eyes locked. He runs his fingers 
through my curls, covering them with the wetness which can 
be found in abundance there. He briefly teases my clitoris 
and I gasp, never letting go of his gaze. The myriad of 
emotions and passion I see swirling in his eyes is intoxicating 
- and turning me on even further. How the fuck does he do 
that? The man must be magical!
	
Then he lifts his fingers, dripping with my fluids, up to his 
lips and proceeds to lick them dry. I can't hold back a deep, 
animalistic groan with lust. So this is what lust sounds like. 
It's gorgeous, I want to have more of it.
	
His fingers, now wet with his saliva and possibly some 
residue of my juices, come up and slowly trace my lips, 
pausing for the shortest of moments at the place where I bit 
through the tender skin. My lips tremble apart as my eyes 
flutter shut. I may want to try as hard as I like to keep them 
open, but this is beyond anything I can control.
	
I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, so hot and hard, and 
I let out a sigh of desire. Real desire.
	
"Mul ... der ..." I moan, resting my hands behind me on the 
table. I wrap my legs round his waist, urging him to enter me.
	
"Jesus, Scully ..." I hear him pant in my ear, "... do you know 
how much that tone in your voice turns me on?"
	
I can't reply except for another inarticulate sound.
	
"God, you have the sexiest voice I have ever heard ..." he 
whispers, right before he pushes inside me with a hard strong 
thrust.
	
I let my head tip back with a wide lustful smile. Forgive me, 
Father, I'm sinning like hell and I'm loving every bit of it. 
Wanna come and join in? Oh, God, I'm gonna go straight to 
hell for this - but it's worth it. Fucking my partner is so 
worth it ...
	
One of my hands comes round the back of his neck, to get 
him closer.
	
"Jesus ... ahhh ... fucking hell, you feel good ..." he pants 
roughly, but I can only answer him in suppressed screams. 
The electricity is phenomenal and I can feel the first  ripples 
of my climax pluck at my nerve endings like a violin player 
at the strings. Softly, teasingly, with promises of a true 
master piece to follow.
	
As the ripples begin to turn into waves, I lean in, kissing him 
hard, ignoring my injured lip for the sake of an orgasm that 
would make the Milky Way shake on its foundations.
	
His sounds become ever more inarticulate as he audibly 
reaches his peak. We smother most of our sounds in a frantic 
kiss, our tongues imitating the sex-act. It's incredibly 
arousing and just briefly I wonder who will come first. But 
then I can feel him tear apart right before my eyes. Oh sweet 
Lord, he's gorgeous ...
	
It's all I need to let myself tumble into the abyss as well, 
giving in to the delicious waves of pleasure, crashing in on 
the beach of my sex life. I ride the waves like a pro.
	
Oh God ... I feel perfect. Just totally perfect ... I feel warm 
and loved and utterly satisfied and ...
	
"Oh Mulder ..." I murmur, nuzzling the side of his neck with 
loving affection. "Oh, you're such a great lover ..."
	
I feel his lips brush over the skin of my neck. "So are you, 
honey."
	
We remain in our embrace for a little longer, but then the 
chilled air of the autopsy bay starts to creep up into my damp 
naked body. I shiver right before goosebumps appear all over 
my body.
	
Mulder smiles when he sees it. "Come, get dressed before 
you catch a cold."
	
I smile, watching him as he puts his boxers and pants back 
on. Contrary to Yours Truly he was barely undressed right 
through it all. Well, that's going to change tonight. But for 
now he has a point. I reach out and gather the discarded 
pieces of clothing and begin putting them back on.
	
"So, Agent Scully, was it any good? Did this satisfy your 
fantasy?"
	
I pause in putting the surgical coat back on to plant a hard 
kiss on his mouth. "It was fantastic and you know it. I never 
thought sex in a morgue could be this hot."
	
"Gotta counteract the temperature, right?" he grins.
	
I cut a glance at the notice board and schedule of assistants. 
"That other student, there's no way ..." I waggle my 
eyebrows suggestively and he laughs.
	
"No, I'm afraid he really is going to turn up."
	
"Damn."
	
He draws me into his arms, more gentle than perhaps I 
expected. His hands softly stroke my damp hair away from 
my eyes as he looks at me, smiling lovingly.
	
"I love you," he whispers, making my insides go all gooey.
	
I smile. "I love you too, but you already knew that."
	
He smiles widely. "Yes, I guess I did." Then he hugs me, 
which I respond to in kind.
	
With a kiss on my forehead he lets go of me. "Come, I'll 
leave you to your work. You still have those corpses to slice 
up and I have already taken up enough of your time."
	
"You don't honestly think I'm sorry about that, do you, 
Mulder?"
	
He laughs. "No, I don't, but we really shouldn't be pissing 
off the Bureau at this moment."
	
I raise an eyebrow. "That's a weird thing coming from the 
mouth of the man who just fucked the living daylights out of 
me in an FBI autopsy bay, pretending he's an Academy 
cadet!"
	
He winks. "Ah, maybe so, Scully, but it was worth it, wasn't 
it?"
	
I sigh and laugh. "Yes, Mulder, it was worth it. It was more 
than worth it."
	
He presses a soft kiss on my lips. "See? I knew it." Then he 
walks towards the door. "Eight o'clock my place?"
	
"Take-out Chinese and a 50s horror movie date?"
	
"You got it, Scully," he grins and I smile.
	
"Put some clean sheets on the bed, Mulder and I'll see you at 
eight."
	
He's still laughing when the door closes behind him, leaving 
me alone in the autopsy theatre with two corpses as witnesses 
to the crime that just occurred. It's awfully silent all of a 
sudden. With a sigh I collect my instruments and gather them 
on the table next to the first corpse.
	
I pause for a moment before I remove the sheet from the 
body, recalling the mind-blowing sensations I've been 
through during the last half hour or so. This is going to be a 
long day, considering I won't see him till eight. Because I'll 
have to hurry if I even want to be finished by the time I have 
to leave to be at his place at the appointed time.
	
He deserves something good tonight, I decide, a reward for 
the guts and sheer audacity to surprise me like this. Man, I 
love him. And I'm going to make him feel fantastic tonight.
	
I know, I'll have to sit today out first which is a bitch, but I'll 
be fine. With a man like mine, I have no reason to complain.
	
Yup, life is pretty good when you come to think about it.

THE END

Kirsten Kerkhof
(c) The Netherlands, 22 September 2002