Title: From Every Angle
Author: OKayVal
Author Email: okayval@yahoo.com
Website: http://donnilee.xhumingpotatoes.com/okayval/
Rating: NC-17
Category: Story, Romance, PWP!
Archive: Honored; just tell me where.
Pairings: Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: None
Summary:  Mulder can't wait, as usual...
Fourth story in the "Ramp" series.

Disclaimer: Not mine, you know the drill.
There's an item in the story which is also not
mine, but it does exist; it's trademarked and
I have no intention of profiting from it nor
duplicating it.

Perpetual thanks to Haven for the thread that helped
inspire this series of smut, and to everyone who's
encouraged me to write more of it. Buckets of thanks
to Tali for her usual magic and for requesting
SexPig!Mulder; and a bow to mimic117 for letting
me borrow him.


"With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill
With her hands on her hips
Oh, and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me...
...With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
She's the one..."

--Bruce Springsteen, "She's the One"--

***

She's trying to kill me.

She must be. Why else did she wear -that- skirt today?
The one that's a bit shorter than the others, the one
which hugs her ass just a bit tighter. God, I'd missed
her ass. I had missed all of her.

I haven't seen her since Thursday, when she left for
some family shindig in San Diego. We spoke on the phone
every day, but she was always within earshot of a family
member, so our conversations were brief and never reached
the level of intimacy commonly referred to as 'phone sex'.
I spent the weekend holed up in my apartment, miserable and
restless, counting the minutes until her return.

And when she returned, I should have been at the airport
to meet her. Instead, she accepted a ride home with a cousin
who had taken the same flight. Her cousin insisted, Scully was
too tired to argue, and I was too wary of stepping on any
more Scully family toes. That's also why I didn't go to
San Diego. She invited me, but I decided it would be better
for both of us if I stayed home. I could steer clear of her
brother's disdain for me and thus my presence wouldn't ruin
Scully's weekend with her family. I'm sure it was the right
decision for Scully's sake, but it turned out to be a pretty
gallant sacrifice on my part.  I don't think I will be making
that sacrifice again. Next time, I am going with her and we will
face her family somehow.

Now, just when I think that her return home will put an 
end to my misery, she struts into the office wearing that
fucking skirt. And I can't touch her right now. She has this
rule against making out at work that I am supposed to follow.
She knows I don't do well with rules.  It's hard enough to toe the
line most days, but today it's going to be fucking torture. She
saunters into the office and up to my desk, where she leans over
and purrs "Hi, Mulder" in a voice that makes my skin tingle. She
allows me a brief hello kiss but pulls away when my tongue nudges
against her lips, seeking entry.

"Easy, Mulder. We have that meeting in ten minutes."

Exactly. I can only steal ten more minutes alone with her before we
have to be at some useless meeting. Why can't she indulge me? Didn't
she miss me? I attempt to sneak a feel of her ass, but she's already
on her way to the coffee machine before I can grab a good handful.
She seems completely unruffled by our time apart as she pours her 
coffee and gathers her notes for the meeting. I, however, am a 
mess. I sit motionless at my desk, drinking in her every move, 
until she gets up and heads for the door, smiling brightly.

"Coming, Mulder?"

I decide to suppress the smartass reply that's on the tip of
my tongue and nod instead, rising to follow her out the door to
our meeting. I walk behind her so I can keep my eyes on that
skirt as she moves down the hall. She's definitely going to be
the death of me.

***

I hate meetings. AD Skinner plus a bunch of other agents who I
can barely tolerate, all seated around a large table in a dark,
stuffy room with one window, and leather chairs that are supposed
to be comfortable but make my back ache. Scully and I are the last
to arrive at this morning's gathering, so we are forced to take the
last two empty seats. She chooses the one at the long end of the
table and I sit around the corner, to her left.

Skinner begins the meeting and then turns it over to Agent Arnold,
who begins to recite boring case log statistics that mean nothing
to me. I don't even know why I'm supposed to be here. I don't
want to be here. I want to be downstairs, kissing Scully into a
frenzy. She's sitting quietly next to me but I can hear her soft
breathing. I steal a quick glance in her direction to watch the
gentle rise and fall of her breasts. I also hear a 'shushing' sound
coming from underneath the table, which tells me she's just
crossed her legs. I know her skirt is short enough to be riding
up her thighs now, and that makes me go hard. *Christ*. I want
to make everyone else in this room disappear. Where are those
damn aliens when you really need them?

I hear that 'shushing' sound again; Scully has uncrossed
her legs. It's impossible for me to concentrate on the load
of crap coming out of Arnold's mouth when Scully and that skirt
are only inches away from me and my hard-on. If I don't touch
somebody soon--either Scully or myself--I'm going to lose my mind.
I try to focus my eyes in Arnold's direction while I carefully
move my right hand under the table until it makes contact with
Scully's leg. Because her skirt has indeed slid up, I am
rewarded with her left thigh, covered by only a thin layer of
nylon. She tenses up at my touch; I keep my gaze on Agent Arnold.

I begin to run my finger along her firm thigh. She twitches
slightly, as does my cock. I skim my finger higher, finally finding
the hem of her skirt. I slide my finger underneath, quickly followed
by my entire hand. She squirms as my hand travels up her thigh until
it reaches her lap. Even through her nylons and panties, I can feel
the heat radiating from her core. I use one finger to trace the curve
of her outer lips, swollen now with arousal.  She trembles against my
finger and I glance over at her. She's looking down at her notes and
trying not to move, but her cheeks are flushed and her fingers are
curled into a tight ball on the table. She's fighting for control,
and so am I; Arnold drones on and I have to shift in my seat to
ease the pressure on my aching cock. God, what the hell am I doing?
I just can't seem to stop myself.

Scully moves slightly against my hand and my control vanishes;
I press my finger in as far as the panties allow me to. At my
intrusion, she lets out her breath in a gasp--a loud gasp--and I'm
not the only one who hears it. Arnold stops blathering, and
everyone's now staring at Scully. *Oh shit*. I keep my hand very
still under Scully's skirt. She's stopped squirming and I feel
her body coil up with tension. The room is silent and I bet
everyone can hear my pulse hammering through my body, from my
chest down to my throbbing erection.

"Agent Scully, did you have something to add?" Skinner asks.  His
eyes zero in on Scully, ricochet over to me, then dart back to her
again. Damned observant Marine. I try to remain motionless, keeping
a wary eye on Scully. Her cheeks are still pink but her response to
Skinner's scrutiny is all business.

"No, sir. My apologies, Agent Arnold."

Her voice is steady, betraying no hint that, thanks to her very
reckless partner, she was on the verge of climaxing in the presence
of her boss and co-workers. I marvel at her powers of recovery and my
own stupidity, especially since I'm still hard and there is nothing I
can do about it now. My problem is quickly solved when a sharp,
shooting pain in my foot causes me to forget about my cock; I have
to bite my lip to stop my own outburst as Scully grinds her
three-inch heel into my shoe. I slide my hand out from under her
skirt as quickly as I can without attracting any more attention to
either of us. When my hand is free from her lap, Scully removes her
heel from my foot. She's watching Agent Arnold as though he's the
most interesting man in the world, but the corners of her mouth
are pinched tight and I know I am in big trouble. Can this morning
get any worse?

Skinner finally calls for a break and Scully bolts from the room
before I'm even out of my chair. I assume she is headed for the
restroom, so I wait a few moments before venturing out to look
for her. I meet her coming around the corner and she does not
look happy to see me. In fact, if looks could kill, I've just
been wiped out by a nuclear explosion. She yanks me by the
elbow and leads me to the other end of the hall.

"Mulder, what is your problem?"

"I think it's obvious, Scully."

"Are you trying to make it obvious to everyone else in the room?"

"No, but I can't help it. I missed you."

"I missed you too, but at least I have enough control to keep
my hands off you during a meeting with our boss and four other
agents."

"You didn't stop me."

Her eyebrow shoots up but her face reddens and betrays her.

"Admit it, Scully. You were just as turned on as I was."

She's trying to remain angry, but her eyes soften and
I feel a reprieve coming on.

"It was still careless.  I should change seats and make
you sit next to Agent Arnold."

"Why don't you just stick needles into my eyes? That would be a
lot less painful. I promise I'll behave myself for the rest of
the meeting."  She gives me a triumphant look and goes back into
the conference room.

I do manage to control myself and refrain from touching Scully
for the rest of the meeting from hell, which drags on all afternoon.
When Skinner sets us free, Scully and I hurry toward the door but
she gets ambushed by Agent Arnold. "Meet me downstairs," I whisper
as I leave the room. No sense in both of us having to listen to
that windbag.

I return to our office and check my phone messages while I wait
for Scully.  One message is from the mailroom; there's
a package waiting for me but only one clerk on duty, meaning
there's no one available to deliver it to me. I check my
watch; it's nearly 6:00 PM and I wonder if the clerk will still
be there. I scribble a message to Scully, telling her
to meet me in the mailroom.

The mailroom is also in the basement so it's just a short
walk down the hall. The door's unlocked, so I go in and take
a look around. No sign of the clerk, but there is a large
carton sitting on a desk at the back of the room.  Sure
enough, it's addressed to me and it's something I've been
expecting - a new sex cube. Perfect timing, since I've had
nothing but sex with Scully on my mind today.

Since I'm alone, and Scully has apparently not yet escaped
the clutches of Agent Arnold, I decide to inspect my new
toy. I tear the carton open and pull the cube out of its
plastic wrapper. It's covered in soft, green fabric like our
other sex ramps, but this one's square--a spongy block. I set
it on the floor and sit on it; it's sturdy yet has a nice
bouncy feel. I thumb through the instruction pamphlet, looking
at the pictures illustrating the different positions that can
be achieved using the block. Thinking about me and Scully in some
of those positions sends the blood rushing to my cock.  As if on
cue, the door opens and Scully enters. At the sight of her, my
groin tightens further and I decide that I'm done thinking about
what I want; it's time to go and get it.

"Mulder?"

"Back here. Come in and shut the door."

She does as I ask and approaches me.

"Mulder, what are you doing in here?"

"Waiting for you."

Her eyes widen as she spots what I'm sitting on.

"You bought another one of those things?"

"Of course. Didn't it say 'Collect 'em all' on the website? Let's
try this one out."  I pat the side of the block and watch her
reaction. Her face flushes and she takes a long look at the block
and then at my prominent hard-on.

"Mulder. . ." she begins.

"There's nobody else here." I keep my eyes on hers.

"We have plenty of time later..."

"I want you now."

Her eyes flash at the edge in my voice and I know I have her.
I stand up and grab her to me in one swift motion, attacking
her mouth with mine. She murmurs under my lips and her tongue
slides into my mouth. I take it, kissing her with a fierce greed.

I reach under her skirt, frantic now, and slide my hand up until 
my palm presses against her center. She gasps. Her panties and 
nylons won't stand in my way now. I fumble around, trying 
to find the waistband of her nylons. Scully tries to help me 
by unfastening her skirt but I stop her.

"Leave it on, Scully."

She looks at me with surprise but I shake my head and
continue my struggle with her pantyhose. I want her just as
she is, wearing that skirt that's been making me insane all day.
Her pantyhose are also driving me insane; I finally get a grip on
the waistband and yank them down hard, abandoning any hope of
finesse. The fabric tears and I peel the hose from Scully's body.
She reaches around and we pull her panties down together. I do not
need to touch her to feel how wet she is for me.

I lift Scully onto the block, setting her on her knees. She grips the
edges with both hands; even with her small frame, she doesn't have
much room to balance. My erection is burning a hole in my pants,
which for some reason I am still wearing. I scramble to unzip my fly
and free myself.  I let my pants fall to my ankles and the incessant
throbbing of my cock warns me not to bother with my shirt.

I move around to stand behind Scully, admiring the view of her round,
sweet ass in that tight skirt. And now I can do more than just look;
I grip the hem and pull her skirt up enough to give me access to her
soft, wet curls. Scully shivers as my hands brush across her bare ass
and she braces herself on the cube, ready for me. I grip her hips,
bend my knees a bit, and push into her. *Oh yeah*. This is what I
have been waiting for. I can see her beautiful ass while I feel her
wet heat surrounding me. So good. Scully moans softly with each
thrust of my cock, and the sound drives me wild. Keeping one hand
firmly gripped on her hips so she doesn't slide off the block, I
reach around to grab her breast. In my fevered haste to get at
her ass, I never gave her the chance to reveal her luscious
breasts, so my hand closes around the silky fabric of her blouse
and bra instead of her smooth flesh. But I can still feel the sharp
peak of her nipple and I run my fingers across it firmly. Scully
gasps with pleasure and pushes back harder against me. *Oh Jesus*.
She feels incredible and I am not going to last much longer.
I move faster and keep my hand cupped tightly around her
breast, until she trembles and throws her head back. She comes in
warm, wet waves around my swollen cock, and I am lost. I slam my hips
against her ass and come hard, spilling into her with such force that
I nearly push her off the block. But she hangs on to it, and I hang
onto her as my vision blurs and my body unravels.

"Mulder!"

Scully squirms beneath me and I open my eyes; she's still
perched on the block, but her knees are giving out because
I'm leaning against her back.

"God, Scully, I'm sorry." I rise quickly and help her off the block.
She looks around for her panties and I retrieve them from the floor
where I had tossed them in a tangle with her pantyhose. She snatches
them from me and tries to regain her composure.

"Mulder, what has gotten into you today? You know how I feel about
fooling around at work." The gleam in her eyes is not from anger.
I can't help feeling smug because I'm the one that put it there.

"I also know you feel pretty fucking amazing." I stop putting on my
pants to reach for her but she moves away.

"What am I going to do with you, Mulder? No, don't answer that,"
she says, before I can suggest anything. "Can we just get out of
here, please?"

We finish dressing and I slide the cube back into its plastic
wrapper. I find a large trash can in the corner and toss the
empty carton into it. We exit the mailroom and head for the parking
garage. As we emerge from the elevator, Scully's cell phone rings.

"Hi, Mom."

She stops walking to take the call but I continue towards my car,
to give her some privacy. We still haven't really spoken about
how her weekend went and whether anybody gave her any shit about
our relationship.  Her mother has a pretty good idea that things
have progressed, and I think she's ok with it, but Bill is always
another story.

I've just finished setting the block into the back seat of my car
when Scully catches up to me.

"I have to pick my mother up at the airport, Mulder. Her flight
landed almost an hour ago and  she still hasn't been able to get
a cab. The weather's gotten really bad and Dulles is a mess."

"I'll go with you. We can take my car."

She gives me a grateful smile and gets into the front seat.  I don't
mind the slight detour; our mailroom rendezvous has taken the edge
off of my craving for her, and this will give me enough recovery
time to be at the top of my game for our next round, which I plan
on starting as soon as I can get Scully alone in her apartment.

***

The weather has indeed turned nasty; it's raining heavily and
traffic is horrible, but we finally make it safely to Dulles, where
we find Maggie Scully peering anxiously out of the Arrivals terminal
window. I double-park and get out of the car to put her luggage in
the trunk.

"Thank you, Fox. I really appreciate this. I thought I was
never going to get home. I hope I'm not inconveniencing you and
Dana," she says, getting into the back seat.

"Not at all, Mrs. Scully." I close the door for her and get
back behind the wheel. Scully shifts under her seat belt so she
can turn and talk to her mother as I drive.

"Oh, what's this?" Mrs. Scully asks suddenly. I glance
in the rear view mirror and realize she's referring to
the sex block, which is sitting on the seat beside her.
*Oh, great*.

Scully tries to save my ass.  "It's, um, an ottoman, Mom."

"Nice color," Mrs. Scully comments.  I let out a
breath and Scully turns away from her mother and glares
at me. I grip the steering wheel tightly and return my
eyes to the road ahead. I guess I should have kept the carton.
At least the cube is in the plastic wrap, which I hope masks
the scent of our mailroom tryst.

My car forges ahead as the rain falls in sheets around us. Scully
turns the radio on and listens to the traffic updates with concern.
Most of the streets in Georgetown are flooded and drivers are being
advised to avoid the area. Mrs. Scully, being a typical mother,
decides that it will be too dangerous for us to continue on
from her house and insists that we spend the night there. That
would ruin my chances of having Scully all to myself tonight, but
I know that it's not my place to argue, so I remain silent while
Scully tells her mother that we will be fine. Her mother continues
to insist, and Scully finally looks at me, ready to concede. I nod
in agreement and she accepts her mother's offer.

We arrive at Mrs. Scully's and I park my car in her driveway.
We hurry into the house and I'm told to make myself comfortable
on the couch while Scully helps her mother put the luggage away
and get ready for our overnight stay.

"Fox, do you have a change of clothes? You can't sleep in
your suit." Mrs. Scully returns to the living room and looks
at me thoughtfully. "I'm sure I have some old clothes of
Bill Jr.'s that you can borrow." No, I'm not wearing anything of
Bill's. That's just wrong.

"Thanks, Mrs. Scully. I've got some workout clothes in
the car." Scully walks back into the room and stands
next to me, listening to this exchange with interest. Her
mother, satisfied that I am not going to need Bill's
clothing, turns to the kitchen. I bring my lips close
to Scully's ear. "Or I can sleep naked."

She's still wearing those three-inch heels so I dance away before
she can attack, but she rolls her eyes at me as I head back
outside to my car.

The rain hasn't stopped; I leave the front door unlocked and make
a mad dash to my car.  As I scramble to get my gym bag out of the
trunk, I notice the sex cube sitting in the back seat. I have a
wonderful vision of Scully perched atop it, grinding her ass against
me...no, wait. This is her mother's house. Get a grip, Mulder.

***

Scully brews a pot of tea and settles in to spend a few minutes
chatting with her mother about their weekend in San Diego. I 
listen quietly, trying to remember the last time I felt like
part of a family. I wonder how I will ever fit into Scully's.

Mrs. Scully decides to turn in for the night and starts
to clear away the teacups. Scully gets up to help her
mother and I rise to help, too.  Scully shakes her head
and takes the cup out of my hands.

"The spare bedroom is the first one on the left, Mulder.
Goodnight." Clearly, I have been dismissed. I bend down to
try and kiss Scully but she turns her head and offers me
her cheek instead. I take what I can get and let my
lips linger on her smooth skin. She sighs and I reach
up to tilt her mouth to mine. I am nearly there when
suddenly Scully is gone and I am kissing the air. I look
up and find she's abandoned me for the kitchen doorway, where
her mother stands with an amused smile.  Resigned to my fate,
I call "Goodnight, ladies" and trudge up the stairs to sleep
alone.

But I can't sleep. That's nothing new, but tonight it's not because
I'm profiling a case. It's because I'm horny as hell and I can't
stop thinking about Scully, who's alone down the hall when she
should be here with me. Or about that goddamn cube in the back
seat of my car, and that's the last straw. I toss back the covers
and tiptoe to the door, opening it carefully. There's no noise
from the hallway, so I slide out of the bedroom and make my way
slowly towards the stairs.

I put my bare foot on the top step; it creaks and I freeze. What
the fuck am I doing? I stand perfectly still for several seconds,
but there is no sound from the other bedrooms, so I continue
down the stairs at a snail's pace.  By the time I reach the
living room, my heart's pounding madly and I'm positive
that the whole neighborhood can hear me and knows what I'm
up to.  But that doesn't stop me; I creep to the front door
and open it slowly. It's still raining, but that doesn't
stop me, either. Leaving the front door ajar so I can get
back inside, I run out to my car and unlock it with
trembling hands. Grabbing the block from the back seat, I
clutch it in my arms and sprint back to the house. I'm
soaking wet but the block is nice and dry, thanks to the
plastic wrapper. 

I make my way slowly back up the stairs, leaving a trail of
water droplets and wet footprints on the carpet. I am too aroused
to care. I'm also terrified; every tiny noise I make seems amplified
and I'm starting to sweat. I wonder what I will say to Mrs. Scully
if she wakes up and catches me carrying what she thinks is an ottoman
to her daughter's room. Maggie is a smart woman. I decide there's no
explanation that would possibly work, so I continue my excruciating
climb up the stairs and pray to any deity that will listen to take
pity on my horny soul and not wake Mrs. Scully up.

I finally reach Scully's room after what feels like hours, and
spend another slow-motion moment opening her door. A thin strip
of light shines through the blinds and it's enough to let me
see that she's curled up in the middle of her bed. I am rock hard and
my heart is still pounding. I set the block down and try to pull out
of the wrapper as quietly as I can. Of course the plastic crackles,
sounding like the retort of a gun to my nervous ears. Scully stirs
slightly. I get the block free without waking her, so I set it right
next to her bed and sit down. I lean in and plant a soft kiss against
her hair, then another against her forehead, and another on her
cheek, until she stirs again and opens her eyes.

"Mulder? What's wrong?"

She sits up, startled; I put my hand out to stop her
from getting out of bed. She notices my damp appearance.

"You're wet. What's wrong?"

"Shh. Nothing's wrong. I just want to screw your brains out,
Scully." I pull the covers from her; she's wearing a faded,
oversized t-shirt and her legs are beautifully bare. I reach out
to stroke one of her smooth thighs. Her breath catches but her eyes
glitter and she smiles.

"Mulder, you are insatiable."

"Absolutely."

"And you're wet," she says again.

"I went outside." I point down and she finally realizes what
I'm sitting on.

"And you're crazy." She shakes her head.

"Damn right." I lean in to kiss her and she welcomes me
with her luscious mouth. She slides her hands under my shirt, her
fingers leaving small sparks wherever they meet my skin. I return
the favor, running my hands under her t-shirt until I reach her
breasts, seizing them and rubbing my fingers against her tight
nipples. She moans against my mouth and her hands journey to my
lap. She strokes my hard-on thru my gym shorts and smiles again
when she discovers I've got no underwear on. Her hands continue
along my thighs and back up to my shorts, where she tugs on the
elastic and frees my erection. As she helps me wriggle out of my
shorts, I stop playing with her breasts and pull her t-shirt over
her head so I can see them. I bend down to take one to my
lips, sucking hard on her nipple. She moans and reaches for
my lap, curling her hand around my cock like a small circle
of heat. Now it's my turn to moan; she slides her hand along
my shaft and the heat spreads through me. I am losing control
and I need to be inside her now. I release her breast from
my mouth and reach for her panties, but my hand finds her
soft curls instead. She's not wearing any underwear, either.
I slide a finger inside her, feeling her liquid silkiness. 

"And you're wet, too." I murmur against her ear.

Scully writhes against my hand; I circle my finger a few times
and then remove it. She whimpers at its departure, but she knows
what I want; she slips her hand from my erection and moves from
the bed to straddle my lap. I take her by the waist and slide her
down onto my cock until I am completely surrounded by her.

She starts to ride me and I lift my hips to meet her; the
block bounces with us and we move together in a delicious
rhythm. We can't let Mrs. Scully hear us; at least the block
doesn't squeak the way bedsprings do, but Scully starts to moan
again and I slip my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
She licks the fingers I have pressed against her mouth and I
struggle to keep from moaning, too. I stroke swiftly and
she matches my urgency, jerking her hips up and down as she
grasps my cock with a raw, sweet friction. God, she's so warm, so
tight; I am so close but I don't want to leave her behind.
I thrust up, hard and deep; her eyes widen and close as she
tumbles over the edge, and I bury my face against her hair to keep
from screaming as she takes me with her.

***

I could stay like this all night, with Scully curled in my lap,
but she wriggles in my arms, trying to break free. I am drained,
boneless, so she slips loose.

"Bed," she orders, tugging on my hand. We crawl back into her bed
and I sink gratefully into the mattress. I use my remaining ounce of
strength to gather her back into my arms and pull her close.

"Next time I go with you," I tell her. "I can't stand being without
you."

"Me neither." she says.  We lie quietly and I'm nearly asleep when
she mumbles against my chest.

"Mulder, you know you are going to have to put that thing back into
your car without my mother seeing you."

Talk about rude awakenings. I really should do it now but I'm
not going to get out of bed when I have a warm and sleepy Scully
snuggled against me. I'll figure something out in the morning.

"I know. Do you think she'd notice if we left it here?"


Finis

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