From: djmckent@neo.rr.com   
      
   Title:  Holding Pattern   
      
   Author:  mimic117   
      
   Email:  mimic117@yahoo.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 Cin, 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   
      
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