Title : Fighting Words

Author : Kelly Moreland

Archive :Anywhere, just let me know.

Spoilers : None.

Rating : NC-17

Category : PWP/RST

Summary : At that exact moment, Mulder snapped...

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Disclaimer : In the big inning, CC *created* M & S, and the
fans saw that it was good. Then CC proclaimed 'Let them have
any fun, and I will sue you!' And the fans saw that this was
bad, and did it anyway. ;-)




"Sure, fine, whatever."

At that exact moment, Mulder snapped.

It was no longer about the case file in his hand. It was no
longer about his theories and her science. It wasn't
balance and counter-balance anymore. It became rage.

It flashed through him in an instant. He could neither
control it, nor stop it. And secretly, he didn't want to.

"What the fuck is up with that anyway?" He snapped, slapping
the folder down on his cluttered desktop.

"Excuse me?" Her tone was as cold as his was hot.

"What the fuck is up with that, 'sure, fine, whatever' shit.
I've had enough--"

"Agent Mulder, I really don't appreciate your tone of
voice," she spat the words out with a vengeance.

"And I don't care for yours, Agent Scully!"

He leaned over his desk, staring eye to eye with her. She
didn't blink.

"I want to know why you've been staring down the end of your
nose at me for the past two weeks. And let me commend you,
with your height that's one hell of a trick to pull off."

"I wouldn't talk about noses, if I was the guy with that
one," she jabbed him, none too gently, for emphasis. "You
could hide a three room house in one nostril, Mulder. So I
wouldn't--"

"At least when I look down on you, it's from an honest
height difference, and not a fucking holier than thou
stance," he snapped back.

She seethed silently for a minute.

"What have I done to piss you off so bad Scully? Bad enough
to deserve your wrath for this long? Or is it part of this
game to not tell me?"

"It's all about you, isn't it, Mulder?" Her arms folded
across her chest, and she stepped back slightly. Pinning him
with a cold stare.

"If you've been pissed off at yourself for this long, and
taking it out on me, then you have some serious issues to
address *Dana*." He rarely used her first name, and in this
tone, it wasn't flattering in the least.

"Ah, ah," she chided with a wave of her finger. "Don't even
start on issues, Mr. Porn-o-matic."

His face suddenly felt hot, and he leveled the playing
field.

"At least I have some sexual outlet, Ms. I'm-too-repressed-
for-words!"

Her mouth actually dropped open then, and the baser side of
his nature cheered.

"I'm repressed?" She laughed, her eyes widening slightly.

"Admitting it is the first step," he smirked.

He didn't even see it coming. One minute he had been smug
in victory, the next, his left cheek stung like mad from the
sound slap she gave him.

He vaulted around the desk, grabbing her hands tightly.

"That was uncalled for," his voice was a low rumble as he
stared down at her.

"So was your remark," she squirmed in his grip, but he held
fast.

"Truth hurt?"

"No, it just shows how little you really know about me,
doesn't it?" She continued to twist, trying to free herself
from his unrelenting grip. As he looked down at her flushed
face, his anger abruptly shifted to desire. He couldn't stop
the next words that rushed past his lips.

"I think you need to get laid, Scully."

He released her suddenly and stepped backward, trying to put
some distance between them; trying to ignore the heat the
was spreading through from his groin.

"Once again, look who's talking," she laughed bitterly,
rubbing at her wrists.

He turned, intending to walk away, to let it go, but her
words stopped him in his tracks.

"Mulder, your best chance to get laid would be to crawl up
a chicken's ass and wait."

He crossed the distance between them in one stride, backing
her up against the wall with his body. He could feel her
breasts pressing against his chest, as he left no space
between them.

He grabbed her face between his palms, and ground his lips
down on hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

Her hands clawed at his shoulders, one slipping up around
the back of his neck, drawing him closer, as her tongue
began to war with his.

His hands moved down to her waist, and then slid around to
cup her buttocks, pulling her forward against the ridge of
his erection. He felt her shudder at the contact, as he
thrust against her belly.

She pulled her mouth from his, and latched onto his earlobe,
making him groan in near agony.

He lifted her slightly and her thighs opened, her heat
settling against the bulge in his slacks as her skirt rode
up her thighs.

Her tongue danced along the side of his neck, sending a
white-hot shiver all the way down his spine. He slid her
skirt higher, past the end of her thigh high nylons and
trailed his fingertips inside the leg of her panties until
he felt moisture.

"Jesus, Scully," he gasped raggedly, "you're so wet."

He thrust his middle finger deep inside her, still holding
her up against the wall, as she arched her hips. Her hands
dug into his shoulders and she nipped at his neck, making
him shudder.

"Fighting with you always makes me wet," she whispered
against his heated skin, as her legs wrapped around his
hips.

He moved his other hand between them, yanking down his
zipper and pulling himself out through the opening. His hips
arched closer and he slid inside her body without warning.


"Mulder," she gasped, arching her hips toward him.

He pulled back and thrust deep again, burying himself all
the way inside her. Her mouth found his and she kissed him
hard as he drove into her again and again, feeling her body
start to tighten and clinch around him.

"Fuck," he hissed softly as the tension in his own body
climbed higher to match hers.

"Harder," she whispered, that single word nearly turning him
inside out.

He pounded into her as she cried out his name again, her
body spasming around him, sweeping him over the edge.

His knees turned to water, and they slid to the floor,
ending up with her straddling his limp body.

"Oh. My. God." He gasped, when he could finally speak.

Her felt and heard her soft laughter and opened one eye to
look up at her.

She sat across his lap, her arms folded over her chest,
looking radiant.

"Still think *I'm* repressed?"

"No," he grinned, his voice weak, "But I think we need to
fight a hell of a lot more."


~Fini~