Pre-Menstrual Scully.

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Rating:  R

Category: PMS fic- MSR

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions.

Summary: PMS Scully. No need to say more

Notes: As usual, my thanks go to Tali who told me to take a break and write a PMS fic for the Haven Challenge. She did her magic with the beta-ing.  I’m afraid that the bitchy swearing Scully is a mix between Tali and me! LOL.

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Scully's  POV

I’m sitting at my desk, trying for the thousandth time to write our latest case report. I can’t seem to concentrate today. I’m filled with an irrational rage.  I am so pissed off that I’m ready to snap at the first opportunity.  If that wasn’t bad enough I’m also feeling horny as hell. Mulder seems oblivious to my inner turmoil and frankly, I’m glad that he isn’t watching me that closely. It would annoy me more. It would also arouse me more.  I don’t want to be watched. I don’t want him to watch me.  

We’ve worked together for years and the man has figured out that when I have PMS, he better stay in  his corner of the office and to leave me the hell alone in mine. I could rip him a new one and I think he knows what’s best for him; getting on with whatever he’s doing at the moment and most of all knowing when to shut the hell up.  

Don’t get me wrong. I love him, it’s not a secret anymore but he’s the kind of man who doesn’t know when to stop and when I’m pms-ing, I don’t want to hear a word. I don’t want to hear about the latest UFO sightings, crop circles or whatever crap he is able to dig up from his precious files.

 I hate the conflicting feelings that come with PMS because even if I’m angry and could snap at him, I’m also afraid that if he opens his mouth, it’ll arouse me even more. Mulder’s lips are infuriatingly sexy and it takes all my self-control myself not to ravish him right here in the office. When I’m feeling that way, I don’t need any other incentive. He’d better shut-up, or else he’s in serious danger of being thrown against the wall and being kissed with in an inch of his life. Forget the regulations. Forget where we are. I suppose it’s lucky he doesn’t know this little bit of information.

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Mulder's POV

I’m sitting at my desk, pretending to work. In fact, I’m watching Scully from the corner of my eye. I know that it’s the beginning of that time of the month, which means that I have to stay as quiet as possible, basically become invisible.  

Scully is a bitch when she’s suffering from pms and I value my assets too much to get in the way of a suffering Scully. To be honest, that’s not the only thing that’s keeping me well out of the way: I can smell her. I believe in pheromones and its effect on the sex drive. The truth is every time she’s got PMS, I’m sporting wood.  

She’s miserable and I’m miserable. We are both horny and we can’t do a single thing about it. I’ve thought more times than I can count about standing up and going to her, proudly showing off the effect she has on me and then taking her in my arms and taking possession of that adorably sexy mouth while rubbing my imperative need on her abdomen.  

I know, I’m not subtle. But I’m hopelessly in love with her and when she’s in that state, I can’t control my primal need. I want to bury myself inside of her and mark my territory. Mine. All mine.  

A ding makes me jump. I’ve got mail. I open it. It says :  

“My place. Don’t be late. S”  

I gasp and turn toward her empty desk. She’s gone home for the day and she’s given me the green light to go to her. She always does but on this day it’s got to be her call, she needs to tell me. Any other time, I can go home and make love to her. But at this special time, she needs her control and I’m more than happy to lie back and let her do her worst.  

 The end