Libido Day
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Anywhere as long as my name stays attached.
Rating: NC-17
Category: S
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, Post-series
Spoilers: The whole series and all movies, although this 
takes place before IWTB
Summary: A day in the life of Fox Mulder while living in 
long-term isolation.
Author's Notes: This is part of my 'Day' series of 
stories.  It can be read independent of all the others as 
they are only loosely linked.  Enjoy!

I do not own the characters.

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Dana Scully knew exactly what kind of day it would be, when 
she woke to find his fingers inside of her.  Fox Mulder was 
curled up behind her with one hand playing with her hair 
and the other hand manoeuvring around her clit.  She rolled 
slightly towards him and saw that look of lust in his eyes, 
even in the darkness of their room.

"Did I wake you?" He asked in a low sexy voice.

"Wasn't that the idea?" She countered.

She watched as a slow smile made it's way across his face.  
On days like today, Fox Mulder was devilish.

Scully had noticed this pattern with him over a year ago.  
About once every month, he had a libido that just wouldn't 
quit.  It's not like they didn't have sex; they enjoyed a 
healthy sex life.  But, every month or so, something happened 
to him that was very different.  He wanted lots of sex, 
several times a day sex, quick and dirty sex and he did 
everything in his power to get it from her.  At first she 
thought it was fun, these day-long romps with him.  Then, she 
felt a little used because her pleasure was not high on his 
list of priorities.  Finally, she  just came to accept these 
days as normal and usually very unpredictable.

She thought his need to be inside of her as much as possible 
within 24 hours was a combination of being caged in this house, 
a test of his manhood, and the fact that Fox Mulder has always 
been a very sexual being.  After a sex day with Mulder, Scully 
usually found herself tired and walking funny the next day.

He rolled her onto her back and crawled up between her legs 
as her thoughts turned back to the present and the very naked 
man above her.

"What time is it?" She asked as he slid into her.

"Just after 4 am," he said softly as he kissed her right 
shoulder and started to pump inside of her.  "Are you off 
today?"

"Yes," she said as she hitched her legs up around his hips.

"Good," he smiled down at her as his movements became more 
vigorous.  

He gyrated his hips quite forcefully against her as she 
took pleasure in their pubic hair rubbing her just the right 
way.  She rode out the first sex act of the day with him and 
lay sweaty and tired beneath him as he panted on top of her.

"Thank you," he sighed from her tangle of hair.

She ran her hands up and down his back in acknowledgement 
and relaxed beneath him as her body demanded more sleep.  He 
rolled off her and pulled her against his chest as he 
sighed heavily.  They fell asleep a few minutes later.

A couple of hours later, Scully's eyes opened as the room 
became bright in the morning and the birds outside started 
their loud chirping.  When they first moved into this house 
she couldn't get over how loud the birds were in the morning, 
but now she hardly noticed them.  She pried Mulder's arm away 
from her waist and slid off the edge of their bed, trying not 
to wake him with her movements.  

Padding naked to their washroom, she shut the door behind her 
and turned on the shower.  The washroom quickly filled with 
steam as she stepped into the shower stall.  The hot water 
felt wonderful on her tired muscles as she breathed the steam 
directly into her lungs.

As she was soaping up her legs, she heard the soft 'click' 
of the bathroom door opening.  She was about to be joined 
in the shower.  Mulder quickly opened the shower door and 
slid inside next to her.

"Owww, Scully, that's hot!" He said as he pulled away from 
the spray.

"Sorry," she apologized as she reached to adjust the taps.

"Thanks," he smiled down at her as he soaped up his hands.

"What are you doing today?" She asked as he soaped up his 
chest.

"Oh, I don't know," he said with a leer.  

She smiled back at him but raised an eyebrow, indicating 
she was serious. They had openly talked about these high-
sex drive days when she first noticed a pattern and, since 
then, he had been unapologetic about his needs.

"I thought I'd clean out the gutters at some point." He 
acquiesced. "You're going to be around, right?"

"I thought I'd go into town and get some groceries, we're 
almost out of..."

She stopped mid-sentence as his mouth captured her breast.  
"Ohhhhh."

His tongue worked her nipple as his hands groped at her 
hips.  He was going to be inside of her at light speed.  
His mouth fell from her breast and she felt his hard cock 
palpitate against her hip as his hands turned her away 
from him.  He reached for her and she arched her butt in 
the air slightly, allowing him better access.  He 
manoeuvred himself inside of her and she felt her body 
being pressed up against the cool tile.

Rocking against her she felt his cock inside of her and 
his wet chest hair rubbing against her back.  

"God, you feel so good," he whispered huskily into her 
ear as the water sprayed down her back and pooled where 
they were joined.  

She pressed her palms flat against the tile and pushed 
back into him as he hunched over her wet body and gyrated 
into her.  It was over almost as quickly as it started as 
she felt him burst inside of her and then fall out as 
easily.  

She reached for the shampoo and turned to drop a dollop 
on his head.  Rubbing it into his beautiful brown hair 
she allowed him the time to catch his breath again and 
ride out the end of his orgasm.  

Smiling to herself, she thought back to how today had, 
so far, reminded her of when they first starting sleeping 
together.  Some days she'd have sex with him twice before 
leaving for work and then spend the rest of the day 
dealing with discharge every time she sneezed.  She also 
had to deal with his smirks across the room with each 
sneeze, because he knew exactly what was going on in her 
panties and he was so damn proud of himself.

"Thanks," he smiled down at her as he grabbed her hips 
to steady himself.

"You know Mulder, you seem really tired.  You're not as 
young as when we used to..."

She had been meaning to bring this up the last few months.  
That, although his sex drive wanted one thing on these 
days, his body might not be ready for the exertion.  

"I'm fine," he interrupted as he stood up taller to prove 
his point.

"Fine," she said as she handed him the bar of soap and 
reached for the nozzle to wet her hair more.

"I don't know why I get like this," he explained as he 
watched her soap up her hair.  "All I know is every once 
in a while, I want to fuck you into oblivion."

"How romantic," she said as she scrubbed her head.

"You are so sexy, and I guess with all this time on my 
hands...my imagination does a number on me and I spend 
a lot of time thinking of ways to have you."

She rinsed her head and said nothing, hoping he'd expand.  
Not once had he indicated it was a build up of sexual 
scenarios that drove these days of rampant sex.  She 
thought it was just his libido.

When he didn't continue she looked up at him.  "So, you 
think about us, a lot?"

He grinned sheepishly and looked at his feet.  

"And these days are the result of...?"

"Some intense fantasies," he said quietly.

She placed her hands on his hips and got him to raise 
his chin and look at her by nudging it with the top of 
her wet head.

"Why haven't you said?" She asked him honestly.

"I...you have to deal with so much," he paused to run a 
hand through his hair.  "I guess I didn't want to throw 
another thing at you, and you seemed very happy to 
help..."

"Mulder, I'm always..." she paused to sigh.  

She looked up at his ashamed face and her heart broke.  
He wasn't dealing with isolation as well as she hoped.  
He spent his days so bored that sexual fantasies of the 
two of them were his only outlet.  And, he allowed 
these sexual fantasies to build until he literally 
exploded and they spent the day fucking like rabbits.  
It wasn't healthy.  And, he'd been living in this 
unhealthy cycle with her for almost two years now.

"What kind of fantasies?" She asked, not sure she 
wanted to hear the answer.

"Different ones," he said as he shifted his feet in 
the tub.

"Like?" 

"There's one where I go down on you while you're 
sitting on the dryer."

She can't help the half smirk that plays across her 
features.  "Okay."

"Some of them are really stupid but, I know every 
detail, every nuance of your body and I replay them 
in my head until they are perfect."

"But, we're not perfect," she said softly.  "So how 
can any of our encounters ever stand up to..."

"Those images...Scully, they fly out the window as 
soon as I feel you around me."  He explained to her.

"I don't..." she shook her head, not sure she 
understood.

"The real thing is much better than any fantasy," 
he said as he stroked her cheek with his finger.  
"Maybe that's why when you agreed to these days..."

"You try and get in as much reality as possible," she 
said matter-of-factly.

"Sort of," he smiled down at her.

"But Mulder, it's not like we don't have sex..."

"I know, and that helps.  But, sometimes you are 
really tired from work, or it's the same thing in 
the bedroom and..."

"You're bored with our sex life?" She asked, slightly 
shocked.

"No, no," he said as he looked her in the eyes 
apologetically.  

"Then what?" She asked as she placed her hands on 
her hips.

"Nothing, forget it Scully.  I love you and..."

"I want to know," she said definitively.

He paused for a minute and tried to look anywhere 
but at her.  The water started to cool around them 
and he wanted to turn off the taps but sensed she'd 
see it as deflection.  

"Mulder?" She asked again, her voice sounding a 
little weaker this time.

"I guess I feel a little boxed in," he said softly.

"What does that mean?" She asked in a whisper.

"We have sex on Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays.  
On Tuesday it's in the morning before you go to work 
and it's quick and you are probably watching the clock 
the entire time.  On Fridays we make love slowly and 
you give me oral sex, and I bring you to orgasm with 
my hands. Always.  On Saturday we tend to have an 
afternoon quickie in between household chores and 
making dinner. There has been the odd time other than
those but...but not many."

Her mouth fell open as she listened to him summarize 
their sex life into a few succinct sentences.  Her 
mind clicked over calendar dates.  She had no idea 
things had become that predictable; that she had 
become that boring.  

"But Mulder, why didn't you...?" She sputtered to 
ask.

"I used to try but..."

"I shot you down," she muttered to herself, the 
truth dawning on her.

"Like a rabid dog." He said softly.

"So these crazy sex-driven days are..."

"My way of cheating the system," he said more to his 
feet then her.  "And you seemed okay with it as 
long as..."

"I could categorize it," she finished for him.

He pursed his lips and didn't reply.  Turning from 
him she shut off the cool water that was now 
dropping over their bodies.  In the silence of the 
shower stall she starred at the tiles in front of her.

"Scully, I don't want you to feel..." he started as he 
put his hands on her shoulders.

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around 
herself, words not coming to her.

"I think every couple goes through something like 
this," he sighed as he rubbed her shoulder.  "I 
didn't exactly deal with it in a mature way...tricking 
you into..."

"I didn't really give you a lot to work with," she 
sighed to herself.

"Scully," he said as he turned her in his arms to face 
him.  "I love you.  And...and it's probably because of 
the circumstances that we live in, that I live in, that 
this is so noticeable in my life.  If I went to work 
everyday, if I was as tired as you were I'd..."

"Still be unhappy," she said as she looked up at him 
with watery eyes.

"I am happy," he sputtered.  "You make me so happy."

He pulled her up to him and hugged her fiercely.  

She stayed quiet against him for a long time while 
their bodies chilled.  "Scully, I love you so much," 
he said softly as he patted her hair.

"You shouldn't have tricked me," she muttered from 
below.

"I'm sorry," he said truthfully.

"I didn't know it was like that, really, I didn't.  I 
thought things were fine." She said as she met his eyes.

He popped open the shower door and reached for the towel 
rack.  Grabbing the nearest towel he wrapped it around 
her shivering body.  He then grabbed the other one and 
wrapped it around his waist.

"I don't want you to keep things like this from me, 
Mulder.  I feel like such a fool."

"You're not...and I shouldn't have." He said honestly.

She stepped out of the shower stall and he followed 
behind her.

She wiped the fog off their bathroom mirror and looked 
at him in the reflection.  

"What do we do?" She asked weakly.

"What do you want to do?" He asked her back.

"I want to fix this; I want...I want you to be honest with 
me, if you're unhappy..."

"I'm not unhappy," he said turning her so she faced him 
again.  "I'm just a little sexually frustrated but, in 
the grand scheme of things..."

"It's important," she said nodding her head.

He sighed and looked down at the look of determination 
in her face.  "I want you to be happy too.  Maybe I want 
too much.  Maybe...maybe there's a nice spot in the middle."

"Maybe," she sighed.  

"I'm sorry Scully, I don't want you to feel...it's not why 
I told you," he said as he ran a hand up her arm.

"I know," she said softly.  

"How about I make you some breakfast and we just take a 
break today?  You can read books and I'll defrost some 
chicken for supper.   You don't have to go grocery shopping 
and I promise not to bug you for..."

"That sounds nice," she smiled up at him.  

"Good," he sighed, happy that this conversation was over.  
"I don't want you to feel any pressure now or any other 
day to..."

"It's okay Mulder.  I think change is good.  We'll find 
a compromise between you being inside me 24 hours a 
day..."

"Not a bad place to be," he joked.

"And, something we can mark on a calendar 6 weeks in 
advance," she said with a tight-lipped smile.

"Thank you," he smiled down at her.

She got up on her tip-toes and kissed him softly on 
the lips.  "I love you and I want us both to be happy."

"So do I," he said softly as he kissed her back.



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The End.