LEAVING COMITY

by Sara Lynn

 

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SPOILER WARNING: Major Syzygy spoiler with mention of War of the Coprophages

RATING: Not for children under 17

CONTENT WARNING/CLASSIFICATION: V, MSR -- so you’ve been warned

SUMMARY: What happens after the clock strikes midnight in Comity.

DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder & Dana Scully are owned by Chris Carter and 20th Century Fox, and are half Duchovny & Anderson, who are the ones to give the characters life.

 

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They were making good time on the way back from the case in Comity. Scully’s knuckles closed tighter on the steering wheel as her foot pressed harder on the gas. Now was no time to consider the laws she was breaking and anything Mulder was about to say would only frustrate her further.

"Scully?" He said in a whisper, trying to test the waters.

"What?" She said with anger, but in a flat tone.

"Gas is low. Maybe we should stop at that motel just ahead and stay the night." He almost managed the entire sentence before the yawn escaped. Scully let a small yawn out as well. It was too early in the morning and she hadn’t slept in as many hours. Turning off the main road Scully pulled past the Cozy Times Inn neon sign with the tiny sign below informed all that vacancy was none.

"Oh shit," she said under her breath. Pulling into the parking space in front of the main entrance, Scully turned the engine off and punched her fist into the horn. The loud honk made Mulder jump and probably most of the visitors to the inn.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don’t care."

"Let me see if I can get us something." Mulder opened his door not wanting to hear the next three words out of Scully’s mouth.

"Sure. Fine. Whatever." Too late. He cringed as the words hit his ears. It soundly distinctly like she was saying ‘fuck you’ and that was the last thing he wanted to hear. Four years, down the drain in the matter of one case. Hopefully they could snag a room or two that the personnel wasn’t using.

Scully leaned forward on the steering, brushing a hand through her hair. How could she have let that happen? They were doing so well. That damned Dr. Bambi thing was behind them and now. . . Now he and Detective White. . . She wanted to scream out loud. The woman was on top of her partner. HER partner. The one she was going to his room so she. . .she could make him forget all about Detective White.

‘Dana Scully, what was going through your head?!’ She was smoking, cursing the day Fox Mulder decided to drag her to the town of Comity. He was so enamored by Miss White that he was ignoring her completely. The lack of attention had gotten to her. She went as far as to remove all her undergarments in her attempt to seduce him. Wouldn’t that expose the horned beast he was looking for? Laughing to herself, Dana considered it more like a horny beast. She looked out the windshield to see her partner coming back. Speak of the devil. . .

Tapping of the passenger side window, She rolled it down to hear what he was going to say. "We’re in luck, one of the live-in maids got sick and her room’s available. It’s double occupancy."

Scully leaned back in her seat and let out a sigh. Thank god. She popped the trunk before getting out of the car. Mulder pulled out his gym bag and was reaching for Scully’s small case when he saw her coming closer. He backed away, not wanting to start another fight. Scully silently agreed, taking her case out before closing the trunk.

The room was much larger than the last few motel they had stayed in. The room was double occupancy. . .the bed was big enough for two people. Great. Scully placed her case on the dresser top knowing she just wanted to get into her pajamas and sleep. Mulder seemed to agree dropping the duffel into the armchair.

"Mind if I turn on the TV?" Mulder asked cautiously as he moved toward the small set.

"Sure." She said abruptly, looking through her case for her jammies.

"Hope they’re something on other than Keystone Kops." He said with a laugh. Turning to Scully, he hoped for something normal. An raised eyebrow. A ‘Mulder, you’re nuts’. Anything. Dana just looked at him worried and tired. "What’s wrong?"

"I left my pajama’s in my other case. You won’t mind if I sleep in this?" She indicated her clothing of a shirt and pair of dress pants, hoping just to make some idle conversation.

"I’m too tired to change anyway." Mulder clicked on the TV, finding some show where there was background noise. "That won’t bother you will it?"

"No." Scully moved to one side of the bed, where she removed her jacket. She reached into her pants pockets pulling out her car keys and the completely full pack of cigarettes. She looked at the box and laugh. "Hey, Mulder, you wouldn’t be interested in a pack of cigarettes, would you?"

"Not really." He said, squeezing the bridge of his nose. "You interested in finishing off the last of a screwdriver?"

"What?" She said, turning to him as she got under the covers.

Mulder unzipped his duffel bag and pulled out half a bottle of vodka. . . or what looked like something orange in a vodka bottle.

"What did you do, Mulder? Put the orange juice in the vodka? Strangest screwdriver I've ever seen."

"Actually it’s pretty good." Mulder walked it over to Scully. She looked at him funny before removing the cap and taking a zip.

"Not bad. I didn’t think you drank."

"I. . . don’t. I didn’t know you smoked." He took the bottle from her and took a small sip before placing it on the end table next to his side.

"I don’t. It’s disgusting." Scully brushed her hair out of the way and she leaned on her arm to look at Mulder sit down on the covers. "Y’know I haven’t smoked a cigarette in almost twenty years. It’s so strange." She laughed again, dropping her head slightly. "Like when I walked in on you and Detective White. I swear if she hadn’t shown up, I’d probably had done the same. I went as far as to removing my br. . ." Scully stopped suddenly, knowing she was about to compromise something.

"Remove what?"

Damn, she had his attention and he wasn’t about to let it go. "My bra and panties." She said, shrugging as if it were an honest mistake. Mulder’s eyes however seemed to go wide at the thought. He looked at her blanket covered body realizing that she was most likely telling the truth. Geez, that did cartwheels on his lower body.

"I really tried to repel Detective White. She threw herself at me, Scully. You have to believe that. I'm not really interested in anyone other than yo. . ." Mulder was surprised at how close he came to saying something he didn’t want to say at the time.

Scully shifted under the covers to sit up with Mulder. The hotel blanket fell around her waist as did Mulder’s eyes. She noticed how he seemed to be eyeing her body closely since she mentioned not wearing any underwear. His brown puddles lifted from her lap higher, but got stuck somewhere around her breasts. Somehow his mind was trying to picture what they looked like under the light gray shirt. Scully looked down too before crossing her arms at the bottom hem to pull it over her head. When the knit cotton messed up her hair, she simply adjust the few strands of stray hair.

Mulder, however, was in shock. His partner, the woman that had been working with him for the last four years, was sitting topless in the same bed with him. The same partner that was ready to kill him only hours earlier. The same partner he considered more important that breathing. Speaking of which. . .

"I’m sure Detective White was no help find the horned beast, was she Mulder?"

Mulder shook his head furiously. Scully smiled, curling her finger to call Mulder closer. He moved to her without thinking until his lips were only a breadth from hers.

"Well how about the horny beast?" Scully finally closed the gap between them and kissed him hard. He felt her hand move up to his shoulder and push him gently down on the bed. Before either felt the kiss begin, it ended with a smack and two stunned FBI agents. "This is really weird. I’ve never done anything this forward or dominating."

"Yea, weird." He said looked up at her. His hand reached up to tangle in her hair.

"I like it." She said, adjusting herself to straddle Mulder’s hips.

"Me too." With a slight tug, her mouth was once more on his and kissing him passionately. Letting her tongue peek out, she tested how far Mulder would let her take it. Pretty far, she found out as his mouth opened and his tongue make contact with hers. He tasted good, and the hand pressing her groin to his let her know he felt good in other places.

She shivered slightly against him, not willing to give up the connection their mouths had. She tried to move her hands lower on his body feeling the erection that pressed against her. Suddenly another hand was there to help her disable the zipper on his slacks. Scully let her fingers dance over this new hand, feeling the skin on the back.

Scully tried to feel for Mulder’s open trousers, but hit his hand trying to unzip hers as well. What was happening? Dana pulled away from Mulder, moving off his body completely. By the time Mulder realized it and opened his eyes, Scully was standing on the carpet between his feet. She was tracing the outline of his bare foot, smiling down at him. "Would it have happened?"

"Huh?" Mulder had let his head tip back, wondering where Scully learned to kiss like that. His partner was kissing him to the point of forgetting every rule that he still hadn’t broken at the FBI.

"If I had been there first, would you and I have been rolling on the bed, grunting and sweating?"

"Huh?!" Why was she saying this? What was going on? His head snapped up and he saw her tapping his toes with her fingernail. She was going to leave him now?! She got his temperature up and now his topless partner was going to end it? Now?!

"Maybe the only reason I’m doing this is out of spite. . ." She released him from her touch and moved back toward the headboard. Suddenly and before she knew it, Scully was laying across the bed with Mulder leaning over her. His hands had an iron grip on her arms and his eyes looked as if they were daggers.

"You were going to sleep with me out of spite? For who? Detective White? Me? Yourself?" He moved over Scully’s body, straddling her waist and pinning her down on the bed. His hands were pushing on her wrists making her upper torso virtually unable to fight back. Only then did Dana feel vulnerable. "And what makes you think just because you were coming to sleep with me ‘out of spite’ that I would want to sleep with you?"

That phrase had just shattered Dana completely. Mulder realized it as soon as it left his mouth that he didn’t mean a word of it.

"I. . . I didn’t mean that, Scully. I wouldn’t turn you. . . Yes. Yes, If you had come to me before Detective White, we’d probably have been rolling on the bed getting all hot and sweaty."

"I'm being silly, aren’t I?" Mulder nodded in agreement. "I just can’t believe how far I’ve taken this." He nodded again letting his gaze drop from her eyes. "In a matter of days, we’re going to look back at this and just laugh."

Mulder released Scully’s wrist and brought his hands to her face. "Yeah. Laugh." He leaned down and kissed her soundly. She would have pushed him away, but instead reached behind his neck to lock her arms. Their lips were parted in an effort to recreate the passion that fueled them earlier. With Scully’s arms holding him, he set to work on removing his shirt and pants. She could feel him rubbing her bare skin in-between the open zipper of her slacks.

"Oh god." She let slip out of her bee-stung lips as Mulder’s moved down her neck.

"I still can’t think of who was wearing my favorite perfume." Mulder lifted his head from her body looking at her eyes. She let out a tinny laugh.

"So it wasn’t Detective White?"

He shook his head and looked down as he removed his shirt. Dana couldn’t believe she was blushing. As many times as she had seen this man's bare chest, never did it have this effect on her. He leaned back down letting their skin touch.

"I like your perfume though. Smells like sandalwood."

"Mulder," She shook her head slightly. "I’m not wearing perfume."

Turning away quickly, Mulder managed to remember how to breathe. He wasn’t so sure knowing Scully smelled like sandalwood would ever leave his brain. Looking down at his legs and hers tangled together made him decide right then what was going to come of this. He pushed the slack and boxers off his body and pulled the pants from Scully’s and made his move.

Don’t look, Dana told herself. There was nothing they had done that couldn’t be blown off as a dream. If she didn’t see him naked, it wasn’t real. She could always pass off the feeling of him between her legs as a fantasy if. . .his eyes weren't staring her down from above. Those gorgeous eyes Dana fell into from the moment she met him. Too late. She knew he was real and they were about to reach the next plateau.

Smoothly he placed the tip of his manhood at her opening and pushed into her slightly. The unbearable silence accompanied the slow movement Mulder made into Scully’s body. When he was in completely, her gasp for air cut through the silence.

"Are you okay?" He asked trying not to moved in fear for hurting her.

"Oh yeah." She looked at his face, laughing at how afraid he looked. She playfully flicked away the falling lock of hair. Moving her hand down his jaw, he leaned down to kiss her, placing the lightest pressure on their joined bodies.

Pushing against each other, they moved together feeling the ebbs and flow pass through each other's body. Mulder even rolled onto his back to let Scully be on top. She eased her hips back and forth against his as she rubbed her hands over his chest. He held her waist as she moved, making sure they were still together.

She squealed and gasped her pleasure, making sure Mulder was ready to do the same. He growled a reply and flipped her onto her back trying to finish what they both wanted. Thrusting harder into her, she couldn’t stop the flood of heat moving through her body. She grabbed a hold of Mulder’s shoulders and circled her legs around his waist. He tried to watch her as her eyes fluttered shut and her front teeth took hold of her lip, but he could feel the same thing happening to himself. Just a few more. . .

He remembered her hands seizing his shoulders under her hands and her body squeezing his poor little member to the breaking point but then it was over and all he felt was a heat passing through his groin from hers. He turned on his side, not wanting to crush the small woman beneath him. The same woman that was hugging his chest and laying in his arms.

"It’s official. . ." His words caught her attention and Scully looked up at her partner. "That was the last rule. I’ve broken them all now."

She laughed slightly, returning her head to his chest. "It was good though."

"Very."

"I'm real sleepy thought."

"Me too" Mulder reached behind his and pulled the blanket from the footboard and the disarrayed covers from the head and wrapped it around there cooling bodies. "Maybe you and I should take a personal day when we get back to Washington."

"Maybe" she said on a yawn.

"Would you mind if I drive?"

"No. Mulder?"

"What, Scully?"

"Shut up."

"Sure. Fine. Whatever."

 

THE END