Musings of a Sunflower Seed Eating Man
by Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Category: I have no idea, but it's definitely MSR

Disclaimer: They belong to Fox et al

Spoilers: Um...Pilot through IWTB

Notes: Thanks to Dan for beta reading.
I'm sure this has all kinds of verb tense issues, because it's a 
weird little story thingie. The timeline of this thingie goes by 
production date, not air date.

Feedback: Do I have to beg?
ardywyn1@gmail.com

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Where do I begin? I guess the beginning is always a good place to 
start.

Okay, there's something not a lot people know about Dana Scully. In 
fact, I may be the only person who knows. I became aware of this 
little detail on our first case and I won't lie, it shocked the hell 
out me. My outwardly reserved partner is a rebel. She likes to flout 
the rules; well, one particular rule and only for one reason. Yes, 
she's a rebel with a cause. That's right ladies and gentlemen, 
underneath those business suits, hides a little firecracker.

Obviously whoever sent her to 'spy' on me missed that little detail 
and I have thanked my higher power for that more times than I can 
count.  So how did I discover that there was more to my partner 
than meets the eye? Did I uncover it on my own? Nope, she 
uncovered it for me. I think if all she'd done was drop her robe, it 
would've been the first step to building the trust that was the 
cornerstone of our partnership. It was what happened next that 
really amazed me and it led to me trusting her more than I've ever 
trusted any person in my life. If, at any time, I'd thought she'd 
been trying to win my trust that way, it would have been the end of 
us.

I tried to convince her that she needed to reconsider her 
motivations, but when she began to stroke my cock through my 
pants, I stopped arguing. Yes, I let her have her way with me. Later 
on, before I told her my life story, she confessed that she'd 
discovered in med school that the best way to relieve stress was a 
good orgasm. It was a good thing she waited until after we'd fucked 
like bunnies to tell me that. If I'd had any performance anxiety, 
Scully probably never would've turned to me to decompress again.
We never discussed it. We only had sex when she initiated. Lucky 
for me we had a stressful job. There were only a couple of rules. 
The sex had to be safe and know one could ever know. In 
retrospect, I'm surprised no one ever figured it out. They must not 
have been looking as closely as we thought they were. If Scully 
hadn't found that bug early on, our secret would've been out. 

It's not like we were dating. In fact, we decided that we should try 
to pursue normal relationships. It didn't really pan out that way, 
even if Scully did try.

One thing she never figured out was that I knew how to get her to 
jump my bones. I had two techniques. The first was revealed to me 
when Phoebe visited. Even though she claimed not to want a 
relationship with me, Special Agent Dana Scully got jealous when 
other women paid attention to me. 

It's not like I figured it out on my own. Once again, she showed me. 
I just don't think she realized it. That led to another first in 
our relationship or whatever you want to call it. After Phoebe left 
and Scully scared the crap out of me with her English accent, I 
thought she was leaving for the day. I was surprised to hear her 
heels clicking back down the hall toward the office. I was more 
surprised when she came in and locked the door. I was stunned when 
she spun my chair around, got to her knees and, how did Mick Jagger 
put it, blew my mind?

So if Scully wasn't feeling strained, I created the tension myself. 
Does that make me a bad person? I don't know. I think it makes me 
a normal red-blooded American male. Besides, she was using me 
for stress relief so I used her to lessen a little pressure of my 
own; all's fair.

Scully may have tried, to a limited degree, to find some kind of 
normalcy in her life, but I didn't. I tried once when I thought I'd 
lost her, but that farce had only made me feel worse. Besides, what 
I had with Scully was about as close to normal as I'd probably ever 
get. 

The whole Detective White incident wasn't even orchestrated by 
me. Oh no, there were much larger forces at work. The night the 
cosmos focussed its attention on Caryl County, there was more 
stress than either of us knew what to do with. We sucked and fucked 
and then fucked again, all in the backseat of our rental car on the 
side of the road. When Scully blew through that stop sign, I knew I 
was in for the night of my life.

That wasn't the first time I went down on her, though. She figured 
out early on that having a partner with an oral fixation wasn't 
necessarily a bad thing. And that was my second way of getting into 
my partner's panties; sunflower seeds! It didn't work every time, 
but holy shit it was easy to tell when it had. I would usually start 
my assault around 11 am. I would start slowly, just a few seeds. I 
could tell if it was going to work after I cracked the second or 
third one with my teeth. She would turn to stare at me; eyes fixed 
on my mouth. Her breathing would get shallow and if she'd already 
slipped her jacket off, I'd been able to see her nipples through her 
blouse. That's when she would say it, in that low, breathy voice 
of hers.

"Are we eating out?"

It always made my cock jump to attention. A lesser man would've 
come in his shorts. I knew after my little display she'd be 
expecting me to put my money where my mouth was, or something to 
that effect. Did I mind? Fuck no! It was probably the only time I 
was in control. I may not have been able to control Scully with 
words, but I certainly could with my tongue. I did use my teeth, 
lips and fingers too.

By the time we reached her apartment, Scully's panties were always 
dripping. I loved to torment her by leaving them on and teasing her 
through them. Why? Because I like to hear her beg me. I like to feel 
her writhe and I love it when she starts to swear at me. When she 
switches from pleading with me to swearing a blue streak, I know 
it's time to give in.  The one time I didn't, she came before I got 
them off. I was proud of the fact that I'd accomplished that, but I 
love the way her pussy tastes. I love the way it looks too, all 
plump and glistening because of me, because of what I do to her, 
so I always make sure to get her panties off in time. When we fuck 
after I eat her out, she's always extremely hot and tight, so I 
may have a bit of an ulterior motive, but I don't think she 
cares.

On the days we had lunch at her place, our afternoons back at the 
office were always exceptionally mellow.

After the incident with Eddie Van Blundht, Scully admitted that she 
was very confused by my apparent attempt to seduce her. She says 
if I wanted sex, I just had to ask and here I was trying to woo her. 
I didn't point out that I had never initiated sex, not directly. 
That tidbit must have escaped her attention. She was more concerned 
by the fact that I was trying to take our relationship to a new 
level, but then I burst through her apartment door and it all 
became very clear. Eddie thought I was a loser because he'd almost 
gotten into her pants, assuming I hadn't. Scully and I both know 
the truth, but what she doesn't know, is that I was a little 
jealous of Eddie. Scully and I may have been having regular sex, but 
from the little she told me, she shared things with him, that she 
had never told me.

When Scully was fighting her cancer, I'd expected the sex to stop, 
but it didn't. It definitely changed. Once more, we didn't discuss 
it. I just followed her lead. In hindsight it's obvious to me what 
happened, but a long time passed before either of us realized it. 
Neither of us took it very seriously when I made my drug-addled 
confession of love, but things were still different somehow, after 
that.

Even though I had no interest in anyone else, I didn't stop her from 
pursuing anyone that caught her fancy. I even handed Sherriff 
Hartwell to her on a silver platter, to prove that I wasn't jealous. 
It still annoys me that she didn't notice how much he pissed me off. 
So We don't talk about him. I choose to believe that she was only 
swayed by his vampire charms. Regardless of his charms, it was my 
ass she saved. That tells me that I must have a few charms of my
own.

We don't discuss Mr. Jerse either. I learned my lesson that time. 
If I pushed her too far, she'd unwind with someone else. Some 
vampire charming his way into her panties was one thing, but I 
certainly didn't want to be the reason she went running into 
someone else's arms. No, Fox Mulder, alone, will always be 
responsible for the well-being of Dana Scully's body, mind and 
spirit. Or so I like to think.

It wasn't until Diana appeared on the scene that I noticed that 
something between us changed. Again, I didn't intentionally make 
Scully jealous, like I had with Bambi, but I could tell she was. 
I assumed she'd work those feelings out in the sack, like she 
always did. I was looking forward to a particularly feisty romp, 
but instead I got the cold shoulder. I didn't even manage to 
win her back when we were playing house in The Falls. It wasn't 
until after we rode out that hurricane in Florida that Scully 
finally rode *me* again, injuries and all. 

After that, things returned to normal. Our dynamic was restored. 
Scully was even jealous of Karin Berquist, although I have 
absolutely no idea why. I tried to convince that there was no 
reason to be jealous, but she remained unconvinced. She was 
positive Karin had her sights set on me. Once we wrapped that 
case, Scully did a little, okay, a lot of territory marking of her 
own. There was, however, no skittering around and peeing in 
corners. No, she used her mouth. It was the first time Dana Scully
gave me a love bite. And she didn't stop at one. 

That's when I knew.

Scully says she doesn't know when it happened; when she realized.
I think Phillip Padgett told her. She says I'm wrong, but that's 
when we really started to 'hang out'. His words convinced me 
to seduce her. I'd been fucking my beautiful partner for the last 
six years, but on that miraculous night in April, I took Dana 
Scully into my arms and made love to her; really made love. The 
best part was, she let me. Who knew baseball would be the way 
to her heart? 

<cursor flashing>

As I sit and think about what I want to say next, the door to the 
study opens and Scully appears. I hadn't heard the car coming up 
the driveway.

"Hey." She smiles at me.

"You're home early." I return her smile.

"It's five o'clock, Mulder." She rolls her eyes at me. "What are you 
working on?" She nods toward the laptop.

"Nothing." I push it closed. Luckily I have it set to autosave.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" She leans on the desk to look 
closely into my eyes.

"Kind of a memoir, I guess, but I'm not finished yet." I meet her 
gaze as I absently pick up a few sunflower seeds. Today it only 
takes two.



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