Title: Holding Pattern

Author: mimic117

Email: mimic1172@gmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Category: V, post-ep

Spoilers: Up through Piper Maru 

Archive: I'll do Gossamer and Ephemeral myself, thanks.

Disclaimer: M&S belong to CC and co. The rating belongs to 
the MPAA. The situation belongs to me and my perverted 
imagination.

Summary: Unfortunately for Mulder, smart can be *very* sexy.

Beta thanks: To Jake, for her ever-loving whacks upside the 
head.

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Holding Pattern
by mimic117


Flight 621 
in route to Hong Kong


"I just got very turned on."

The words kept echoing in Mulder's head as he squirmed in his 
seat. He'd been able to suppress them for most of the day, but 
now that he was facing a long flight, they kept coming back, no 
matter what else he tried to think about. 

He hadn't meant to say it. Really. The words were out of his 
mouth before he realized his mind had formed a thought. He'd 
turned back to the video screen as quickly as he could, at the 
same time Scully swiveled to look at him. He could see her out 
of the corner of his eye, mildly surprised but in a good way. 
He'd wanted to glance at her but didn't dare. His eyes might 
have given away the fact that he wasn't really kidding.

If she'd looked down, his eyes wouldn't have been the only 
thing giving away his secret. He'd hitched his trench coat over 
his lap as unobtrusively as possible and prayed that she 
wouldn't notice his hard-on. It was the best he could do under 
the circumstances.

Mulder rubbed his hands wearily over his face. Usually, he 
could keep his thoughts under control, but it had been a long 
day and he was tired. All he could see in his mind was the 
delighted smile on Scully's face when he'd zinged her. The 
memory made him smile, too. 

Score one for the home team.

Three years as partners. They'd been through a lot in that 
short amount of time. From reluctant coworkers to close 
friends. Maybe even best friends. When had he gone from 
cautiously tolerating her presence to aching at the sound of her 
voice?  When had smart changed from grudging admiration to 
sexy distraction? He hadn't wanted the new closeness which 
developed after her return. He'd tried to keep her at arm's 
length, but she'd wormed her way into his every thought. It had 
simply gotten worse since his own entombment in the desert 
and subsequent resurrection. 

They were getting quite good at coming back from the brink of 
death. If only they were as good at enjoying life. Together. 
So close and yet so far. 

Mulder fidgeted until the woman in the aisle seat cleared her 
throat. Loudly.

He wasn't even sure Scully wanted to get any closer. A 
personal relationship with his partner certainly wasn't a good 
idea at the moment, but he could sense it off in the wings, 
waiting with mounting impatience. There were days when he 
wasn't sure how he felt about it, either, but there were other 
days when specific parts of him were all for it. Like now. 

He shifted in his seat again, trying to nonchalantly conceal his 
returning hard-on by crossing his legs. His seat mate cleared 
her throat again.

He didn't stand a chance of hiding his excitement. That's how 
bad things were becoming. All he had to do was think about 
Scully and his libido took over.

"I just got very turned on." 

That should be his new motto. Tattoo it on his forehead. 
Stencil it on the back of his suit coats. If Scully was anywhere 
in his vicinity, it was only a matter of time before he was 
sporting wood. 

In the office. On a case. Talking to her on the phone, whether 
he was in his own apartment or in a San Francisco airport 
waiting for a flight to Hong Kong. There didn't seem to be 
anything he could do about it anymore. 

Well, nothing in general. But maybe there was something he 
could do at this particular moment which would help his present 
predicament. 

Gathering his coat in front of him, Mulder moved carefully past 
the woman sitting next to him and headed for the bathroom. 
Not the best solution in the world, but still better than ending 
up with blue balls at a time when he'd most likely need a clear 
head. 

Both of them.

The lavatory was empty. Must be his lucky day.

Mulder eased himself into the tiny space and locked the door. 
He hung his coat on the door hook and glanced around. He'd 
never jerked off in an airplane john before. Would it qualify 
him for the Mile High Club or the Sunk-to-a-New-Low Club? 

He teased the zipper down on his slacks and gingerly extracted 
his rock-hard penis through the fly. Even without trying, he was 
primed and ready to blow. It worried him how easily he 
became aroused by the mere thought of his partner. How 
much worse would it be if he really put his mind to it? His hand 
was already on automatic pilot, stroking and massaging his 
cock, working up to the right combination of sensations to equal 
a satisfying orgasm.

In an airplane bathroom, of all places. And exactly how was he 
supposed to proceed? Standing up? Sitting on the toilet? He 
couldn't very well lie on the floor -- he barely fit vertically, 
let alone horizontally. This was such a bad idea, but it was 
either deal with his "problem" now or risk further distraction 
when he could least afford it. He really didn't appear to have 
a choice. 

He also really needed to hurry up, before a business traveler 
with a small bladder full of coffee pounded on the door. 
Grabbing a handful of tissues, Mulder leaned his back against 
the door. No way was he going to return to his seat with spunk 
splatters on the front of his pants. If there was a less 
attractive atmosphere for what he was about to do, he couldn't 
think of it. Good thing he was so excited that he didn't need 
any help.

If he could just manage to block out his surroundings...

The time he showed up at Scully's apartment while she was 
exercising. Her sweet little ass in bike shorts. That would get 
a rise out of a zombie.

Or the time he called her away from a date. Her hair was piled 
on top of her head and she had on a clingy, lacy sweater of 
some kind. He'd never seen her look so beautifully fuckable. 

And there was always Oregon. His motel room. The power 
went out and he'd lit a candle he found in the nightstand. It 
was their first out-of-town case together. 

Mulder closed his eyes. Yeah, that was the one. If only he'd 
known. Back then, he was still trying to decide how much she 
could be trusted. How much she'd take before she either 
committed him to a psych ward or took off for safer pastures. 
But that first night, she'd blown him away with the level of 
*her* trust. For her to show up at his room like that, to drop 
her robe and trust that he wouldn't take advantage...

His balls tightened at the memory. That rather minor episode, 
at the beginning of their partnership, had taken on a fantasy-
like quality over the years. Simply thinking about her ivory 
expanse of skin in front of his face was enough to make him 
hard at any time. Now it added fuel to his already heated 
imagination. 

In his mind, he kissed the bites on her back instead of just 
staring at them. Her skin was smooth and silky under his lips, 
cool to the touch but warming as he trailed his mouth down her 
hip. He caught the waistband of her panties in his teeth and 
tugged. She gasped. He couldn't tell if it was from shock or 
excitement, but she didn't try to move away. In fact, the robe 
she'd shrugged down her arms slid off her hands and landed 
on the floor. He took it as a good sign and set the candle 
down, well away from where she was standing. He needed to 
feel her skin with both hands, not just one.

In the past, he'd touched her hand, caressed her cheek. He 
knew how soft the rest of her would feel, too. Still kneeling 
behind her, he grasped her hips and spun her around. There 
was her flat abdomen, creamy pale, taut with muscle yet softly 
feminine, with the cutest navel he'd ever had the desire to stick 
his tongue into. 

So he did. She gasped again and clutched his hair, holding his 
mouth close as her stomach quivered under his tongue. She 
tasted like salt, but sweet at the same time. He continued to 
swirl his tongue around and around the tiny divot as he 
skimmed his hands down her buttocks, scraping her panties 
over the rounded slopes, then allowing gravity to do the rest of 
the job. 

God, the scent that arose from her parted thighs! Hot, musky, 
tangy -- there was never anything quite like that smell. He left 
off licking her stomach and sat back on his heels, the better to 
enjoy the heady fragrance wafting around him. Closing his 
eyes, he inhaled deeply: once, twice. A third time, and he'd 
probably hyperventilate. He opened his eyes and looked up at 
her face. Her eyes were wide, dilated, glittering with wild 
excitement. She was panting, her breasts straining against her 
bra with every breath. A flush stained her cheeks and chest, 
adding roses to the ivory of her perfect complexion. 

She was enchanting. He glanced back down and found himself 
eye-to-eye with the riot of auburn curls covering her mons. A 
light brush of his hand over them was rewarded by a strangled 
moan. He teased the crisp tangle apart with his fingers, 
searching for that small nugget of nerves, the seat of her 
pleasure. When he found it, a puff of his breath against the 
stiff nub of flesh buckled her knees, so that he had to hold her 
upright. 

He watched her face as he slowly leaned toward her crotch and 
covered her sex with his mouth, sucking her folds between his 
lips. She trembled in his grasp and her hands clutched his 
head, pushed his face hard between her legs and her mouth 
dropped open on a keening cry and her eyes rolled back as her 
entire body shook and --

And he came. Far too soon, but he rarely managed to get past 
that point in his fantasy; the look on her face was enough to do 
it for him every time. 

He bit his bottom lip to avoid crying out. His last few 
functioning brain cells were barely enough to remind him to 
clamp the wad of tissues over the end of his dick. Crude, but it 
effectively kept him from wearing his payload for the rest of the 
day. He really didn't have the luxury of basking in the 
afterglow, but he took a few minutes to get his shaking legs 
back under control before he cleaned up.

Mulder did his best not to think as he tucked his limp cock away 
again and washed his hands. He plucked his coat off the back 
of the door and was glad to see the corridor empty when he left 
the lavatory. Maybe the odor of sex would dissipate before 
anyone else went inside. Hopefully the smell wasn't all over his 
clothes.

That had been the most unsatisfying orgasm he'd had in years. 
Not only did he come faster than he had since he was a 
teenager, but it left him feeling empty. Sure, he'd gotten the 
release of sexual tension he'd so badly needed, but that was it. 
There was no rush of bliss, no real relief, just a burst of 
sensation and then nothing. 

Feeling a bit dejected, Mulder made his way back to his seat. 
As he squeezed past the woman at the end of the row, she 
muttered, "I hope you got it all out of your system."

He froze. For one horrible moment, he thought she knew. He 
was tempted to sniff himself, to see if his clothes reeked of sex. 
Then he realized she was probably talking about his earlier 
fidgeting. 

Plastering on an ingratiating smile, he sat down. "Yeah, I think 
I'm done now. Sorry about that."

The woman sniffed and went back to the magazine in her 
hands. Mulder turned toward the window with unseeing eyes.

Things couldn't go on the way they were between him and 
Scully. He wasn't sure if the idea scared him or not, but it was 
time to move forward. They needed to get out of the holding 
pattern they'd been in for three years, skipping around their 
emotions and desires. Good idea or bad, it was inevitable -- 
they were on a collision course. It was just a question of who 
would take the controls and bring them in for a landing.

Mulder closed his eyes and settled in for the rest of the flight. 
There wasn't anything to be done about his relationship with 
Scully -- or lack thereof -- at this particular moment. It would 
have to wait until he had dealt with whatever was in store for 
him in Hong Kong. Maybe then he'd be able to explain his 
comment on the boat to her. 

"I just got very turned on."

He smiled to himself. She'd identified the submerged plane 
solely by the shape of the canopy. 

Oh yeah, baby. Smart was definitely sexy.

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THE END

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