Massage Day by Lolabeegood E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached Rating: R Categories: S, R Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Spoilers: Up to and including IWTB, but this takes place before it. Summary: A day in the life of Fox Mulder while living in long-term isolation. Author's Notes: I do not own the characters. I do not make any money from this. Enjoy! ************************************* Fox Mulder lay on his stomach on their bed wearing only his grey boxer shorts. The curtains were wide open, the sun beaming in on him. He squints against the brightness and wonders, not for the first time, how he got himself into these circumstances. Dana Scully walks into the room dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt, her hair in a pony-tail, rubbing her hands together to create quick warmth. He turns his head toward her slightly, only to note that there seems to be no wistfulness about her today. "You know Scully," he groans from the bed. "When you offered to give me a massage, I was picturing a darkened room, soft music, scented oils..." "This is a therapeutic massage, Mulder," she informs him as she climbs onto their bed and reaches for a bottle of lotion. "Scented oils and soft music can be..." "I've been talking with our PT's the last two days," she interrupts as she sits next to him. "I think I understand the therapeutic technique." "I have no doubt you do," he mocks. "Do you want me to do this, or not?" she asks, slightly annoyed. "I need you to," he says in a muffled voice. "Unless I plan to spend the rest of my life here." "You shouldn't have tried to move the dresser upstairs on your own," she chastises as she places her hands on his back. "I wanted to surprise you," he tells her honestly. "Surprise!" "I'd rather not be surprised then have you throw your back out," she says as she starts to rub soft circles on his upper back. "It didn't seem like that many stairs at the time." "I know," she agrees as she starts to rub a little more deeply. "Ahhh, that's tight," he winces. "Therapeutic massage hurts, Mulder." "I know, Scully. I've had them before." He snaps. "This will make your back feel better," she says softly trying quell his anger. "I'm sorry," he apologizes as he winces. She continues to knead the knots in his back. He winces and groans beneath her. Her hands move from the upper back to the lower back and up his sides. He feels the muscles start to loosen and his spine start to unwind. "Right there," he gasps as she works a particularly tender spot on his lower back. "Am I doing it too hard?" she asks concerned. "I don't want to hurt you." "It hurts," he says through broken breath "but it's a good hurt." She continues to work the muscles, hoping that he'll at least have some mobility after this. Watching him pathetically hobble to the bathroom these last few days has just made her sad. She made him a sandwich each day before she left for work, gave him a pitcher of water beside his bed, some books, her laptop to watch TV, and the phone. For all intents and purposes he was 'set-up'. But he was, of course, unhappy. It was hard enough being a recluse, never mind being a recluse confined to one room and the bathroom all day. "Ahhhh," he groans beneath her and her hands stop their motion. "Mulder?" "I think something just popped," he says wincing. "What popped?" she asks concerned. "I'm not sure, but," he pauses to wiggle his back slightly from side to side, "it feels better all of a sudden." "Mulder, don't move too much. I don't want you to damage..." "I'm hardly moving, Scully," he says as he stretches his back to the right, slightly. He pushes up on one arm and rolls away from her onto his back. "Uhhh," he groans as he falls fully on it. She shimmies towards him on the bed and places a hand lightly on his stomach. "Mulder?" "It feels better," he smiles up at her. "Thanks." "I still want you to stay in bed for another day before you try and move around. I'll go and warm up a pack in the microwave." She scoots off the bed and he watches as her shapely ass walks from the room. 'Whoever invented yoga pants,' he thinks 'made them for asses like hers.' Minutes later she returns to the room with a heated pad wrapped in a towel. She gingerly maneuvers it under his back while he winces and flinches. "How does that feel?" she asks. "Warm and toasty," he smiles up at her as he rests his hand near his crotch, trying to hide the erection that has decided to make an appearance since he started to watch her ass in yoga pants. "Mulder?" she asks him as she glances towards his hand. "You know what yoga pants do to me," he says jokingly. She smirks at him and he removes his hand, knowing the jig is up. She knows he's turned on and there's no use hiding it anymore. "Want some help with that?" she asks somewhat shyly. She doesn't usually offer to do these things out of nowhere. Usually oral sex, for her, is part of a greater sexual experience, not just something unto itself. "Scully, you don't have to..." he starts to say, even though he wants nothing more right now then for her to touch him. He would gladly stay immobile for a few extra days if she would help him relieve another kind of tension. Without answering him she reaches for the waistband of his boxers and pulls them slowly down his legs until they are off. She moves herself between his two long legs and pushes them out a little more to accommodate her body. Leaning forward she bends down on her elbows between his legs and gently starts to massage his balls. "Ohhh," he smiles as he tries to raise his head to watch her. "Head down on the bed, Mulder or I'll stop. You put too much strain on your back when you pull up like that," she warns him. He drops his head to the bed with a bounce and looks up at the ceiling as her fingers work wonders on him. She massages his balls with one hand as the other tenderly slides fingers up the side of his shaft. He has no idea what to expect next, because he can't see any of the action happening down below. Within moments he feels her hot, wet mouth envelop him and slide all the way down his shaft to the base of his penis. He can feel the back of her throat with the tip of his cock and it causes him to shiver. She starts to slide her mouth up and down, back and forth down his hard cock as her hands still continue to dance over his balls. He wants to thrust into her mouth, but knows that he must let her do all the work or, the party he's experiencing may come to an abrupt end. "Oh, god!" he moans as he feels her lick his balls as she pulls her hand smoothly up and down his cock. "Are you okay?" she asks him from somewhere between his legs. "You're amazing," he moans as she surprises him by sucking one of his balls gently into her mouth. She's done this before, but he always finds the act unexpected and highly enjoyable. "Ohhh," he groans as waves of joy sweep over his body. She continues to lick his penis like a lollipop while her hands work his balls until, once again, she completely and unexpectedly envelops him with her warm mouth. She slides quickly up and down his shaft. He can see her ponytail bobbing up and down in his peripheral vision and, that glimpse alone, causes him to explode in her mouth. "Sculllyyyy!" he huffs as he feels the waves of pleasure wash over him. She holds him in her mouth until he is done and then, swallowing, raises herself up slightly to look down at him. "Are you okay?" she asks, genuinely concerned. "You don't feel worse do you?" "Come here," he gestures for her to come up and lay beside him. She gingerly moves out from between his legs and slides herself up to lay with her head under his armpit. She wraps one arm across his chest and kisses his side. "Mulder, are you okay?" "Scully, you are the best physiotherapist I could ever have," he jokes as she lightly smacks him across the chest. ********************************* The end.