Title: Arcadia II: Mulder's Musings (1/1)

Classification: H, A, X

Rating: R/NC-17

Spoilers: Arcadia, season six

Keywords: UST, MSR

Archive: Anywhere just drop me a note.

Summery: My version of missing scenes. hehe

Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the character would have more fun IMHO.

Authors Notes: It's Mulder's turn. POV story.

ARCADIA II: MULDER'S MUSINGS (1/1)

What's my name again?

Oh, Yeah-Rob Pee-tri...like the like the dish, HAH!

Well I can tell you about 30 minutes ago I could have *filled up* around 10 of said dishes!

HOLY SHIT! Did Scully, whoops Laura, slam me...and how.

So here I am, pounding the pavement trying to *NOT* think of what Scully just did to me inside 'Mr. and Mrs. We-only-use-dolphin-safe-tuna's' house.

I mean I really don't think this is an X File and I was *really* hoping to sink my teeth into a good *official* case. Not like the Florida disaster. I guess I better think *real* hard next time I get a call from Arthur Dales, I mean the old coot was practically salivating over *my* partner and her virtues.

Anyhow Skinner suggests we go undercover as, how'd he put it? Oh, yeah 'prospective home buyers' I had leafed through the case file, before handing it to Scully.

"Sir, all the couples were married." I state very simply.

Scully blanches. I mean literally too, it looked as if she just stuck her face in flour and *then* guess what...yep she blushed. Oh Yeah! Scully's blushing...hmm...

"I was just getting to that, Mulder." Uh-oh. Skinner looks annoyed. Guess he wanted to *break* the news.

Evidently Skinner didn't notice Scully's obvious reaction, since he's been giving *me* the 'evil eye,' the 'Mulder you are a putz' look.

"In any event, Agents, your plane leaves in 2 hours. All the tools necessary except for clothing of course, will be waiting for you at the San Diego field office to fulfill your undercover assignment." He pauses. "There is one other thing too, stop down in the FBI evidence room and get suitable rings...and *don't* lose them...Mulder."

Christ, *I* get blamed for everything!

We stand and I guide Scully out the door in my usual manner, she turns to me mumbling that she'll meet me at my place in a hour then scurries off. Scully...scurries...ha!

OKAY, I decide. Maybe this case will be just the thing to get Scully and I back on the right track. With my wit and charm...I know I'll wear her down. In fact I think it's going to be fun.

* * * * *

So here I am packing my bag with some of my *Oxford Duds.* Those should pass for 'Suburban American Male...eww.' I pack some jeans, T-shirts and sweats anyway. Hey...I guys gotta have some comfort, right?

Underwear...hmm...I go for the silk boxers...ahh 4 pairs should be enough and if not? Well the little 'missus' can just do them up for me, right?

I look at my watch...DAMN...I forgot the rings! SHIT! Scully's going to be here within 15 minutes, shitshitshit.

Click, did someone just turn on the light?

I get into my safe; yeah I have a safe, fireproof even. Closing and locking it I open the box I retrieved...

My Grandmother Mulder's rings...I was young, the day she pressed them into my hand along with Grandfathers band.

"Fox, you are *very* special to me...and I know it will be hard for you to understand now. But you won't see me after today. Someday you'll meet someone, who'll steal your heart and soul," she strained to continue.

"Fox...I know your mother and father haven't been the best role-models of a happily married life. Just know you're grandfather and I loved each other...beyond..." She took a deep shuddering breath.

"The rings...they're a symbol...you...keep them safe. Promise me, never mind you don't need to promise I *trust* you. You'll *know* the day...you will..."

I'm snapped out of my reverie by Scully standing in the doorway of my bedroom.

"Are those...the rings?" She asks hesitantly.

"Uh...yeah," I stammer as she walks closer.

"Yes, yes they are." I state with more conviction.

She moves to take them, but I stop her, I take them out instead...Please, please let me do this...Scully?

I take her small and delicate yet strong hand in mine;

she shrugs as I look into her eyes silently begging for permission. I breathe a sigh of relief as I slide the set onto her ring finger. I almost gasp, a *perfect* fit.

Whoa, I have a sudden flashback to my grandmother's hands, Scully's, my grandmother's, Scully's...Scully has hands like my grandmother. The grandmother who always loved me, who always trusted me...unconditionally, no matter what.

I suddenly feel awkward so I let go of her hand, slip my grandfathers band on my own hand and say...*Cringe*

"Alright, now that we got *that* out of the way, let's go."

Scully looks at me with astonishment, then sadness and anger, before she walks out leaving me following.

I'd kick myself in the ass if I could...Why do I resort to sarcasm and dry humor when...? Oh just forget it. I'll have the whole plane ride out to think of a way to make it up to her...Seems like all I do *right* lately *is* hurt her.

* * * * *

Earlier today when Scully and I went over to 'Big' Mike's house to return the dishes, I couldn't resist having just a little more fun.

Ha, Ha I'm still laughing...'we just *spooned* up like little baby cats...right.

The *truth* is after out thorough examination of the house, jet lag was catching up to us. Scully made sandwiches and salad then we sat on the couch to plan our strategy.

Next thing *I* know is we *are* both stretched out on the couch *spooning*...seriously. I'm at the back of the couch with Scully in front of me, my nose is buried in her hair and my arm is around her waist.

I *LIKE* it so I tighten my arm just a little so she won't fall off and drift back to sleep. Ahh...good intentions...

THUMP...the sound jolts me awake, blinking I realize my face is pressed into the back of the couch.

Where's Scully? Uh-Oh! I know I must have gotten restless.

Hey, I'm used to sleeping alone...okay! I knocked Scully off the couch...whoops!

So I roll over and come face to face with a very confused Scully. She's propped up on one arm, tilted on her hip and is rubbing her backside with the other...I *can not* resist, I just can't. Once a smartass always a smartass.

"Hey, would you like me to *kiss* it and make it better?"

Yep, that did it, she's totally awake now. I know this because I get the 'ha-ha-you-are-so-funny' eyes. She stands; I'm running my gaze up her legs since she hasn't taken notice of her skirt. It has ridden up *really* high.

I'll bet if I ducked my head *just* right I could get a view of...Damn! She noticed. The skirt is back in place and she is stalking off. She turns around at the edge of the living room, I wonder if she can see my pout?

"Mulder, it's seven o'clock in the morning. We need to *focus* on the case...that's why we're here."

I nod as she walks away.

* * * * *

*FOCUS* *FOCUS*

Is *that* what Scully was doing after dinner?

If it was...she's *GOOD* real good.

Maybe she doesn't *know* what her *voice* alone does to me? Maybe she was putting on a good show in front of the Schroeders? Could she really not know the instant erection I would get hearing her sultry voice in my ear? And when her teeth and tongue...not to mention the way she was stroking my chest...

She also mentioned my earlier joke about the video...Damn, now I just have to take a cold shower that run didn't help at all now that I just *had* to go back and reflect on the events of the evening...idiot.

As I stand here in front of *our* house I suddenly realize Scully is in-the-game...She's paying *me* back for all the extra touches and innuendoes *I've* been throwing at her for the past two days or so...

DAMN! I'm the one that's *G-O-O-D* I've done it!

I Special Agent Fox William Mulder have finally made my enigmatic partner...get down and dirty. She's been around me for too long. The little minx is nailing me right back.

Good for her...but...

It's time for the *MASTER* to reassert himself...

I open the door...look out Scully, Daddy's home and here I come, baby!

Game On!

The End

Stay Tuned for Arcadia III: Hoop Dreams!

End Notes: Okay I just somehow couldn't resist taking more than a few liberties but hey that's the fun of fan fiction, right? Depending on how my mind functions I'll try to get part III out before Friday. Feed back helps immensely (Shameless begging here) that's all for now folks.