From: xf_emily_sim@yahoo.ca   
      
   Title: Smells Like Chinese   
   Author: E. Simmering   
   Rating: Mature Adults only   
   Category: PWP   
   Disclaimer: Still don't own them, no money changed   
   hands, I always put them back clean when I'm done.   
   Thanks to: Tali for ultra fast quick beta.   
      
   Email: xf_emily_sim@yahoo.ca   
      
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   “I'm in my happy place. I'm in my happy place, I'm in   
   my happy place.” The drone from the television filled   
   the room and the light flickered illuminating the   
   figure on the couch mimicking them. “This is such   
   shit.” He stood and moved to the stand, opening the   
   drawer and rummaging in the back for a video. He   
   tossed one after the other aside until he found the   
   one he'd been looking for. He popped it in the VCR and   
   paused before hitting play. Scully had taken to   
   showing up announced recently and it wouldn't do for   
   her to walk in on him. Not in the next forty-five   
   minutes, anyway. He slipped the chain lock in place   
   and returned his couch hitting the play button on the   
   remote as he did so. California Babes started and he   
   settled back into his couch to take in the action.   
      
   Scully paused outside Mulder's door. She could hear   
   muffled sounds, but wasn't quite sure what she was   
   hearing. She felt rather silly, but moved closer,   
   putting her ear to the door, right near the gap, that   
   appeared the last time someone kicked the door in. She   
   blushed when she heard a louder groan and realized the   
   sounds she was hearing were clearly from one of   
   Mulder's porno tapes.   
      
   “Yeah, right there baby.”   
      
   Shit. Maybe not, maybe he had someone in there with   
   him.   
      
   “Oh fuck, yeah. Just like that.”   
      
   She pulled back, embarrassed for both of them. Though   
   that was silly, she chided herself; he couldn't be   
   embarrassed if he didn't know she was there. She got a   
   firmer grip on the bag of food and the bottle of wine   
   she carried and stepped back. Shit. What should she do   
   now?   
      
   Mulder slowly unzipped his jeans, one hand still   
   brushing his erection through the denim. On the   
   screen, a scantily dressed blonde was on her knees   
   slowly sucking one of the men while caressing another.   
   He pulled his jeans open; glad he'd forgone underwear   
   tonight. He'd been horny as hell since last week when   
   he'd found Eddie-fucking-Van Blundt all over his   
   partner. And mad. He' d been crawling the walls for   
   the last few days, wondering exactly how far Eddie had   
   managed to get. Scully had been tight as a drum with   
   any information. He'd been imagining the worst. It   
   didn’t' help that he kept putting himself, which   
   wasn't hard to do given the exact resemblance, in   
   fucking Eddie's place. He forced his eyes back onto   
   the screen. Better to focus on the action in front of   
   him than the action in his head.   
      
   It was definitely a video. Despite the distance, she   
   could hear another male voice and it was most   
   certainly not Mulder's. Unless he'd decided he'd   
   needed more action than a single woman could give him.   
   Shit. She didn't know a lot about his sexual habits,   
   aside from his appreciation porn. He could be into   
   anything and she really wouldn't know. Would she? This   
   was stupid. Of course she'd know. Just because he   
   likes to watch doesn't mean he was interested in   
   copying what he saw, did it?   
      
   She took a tentative step forward, and assuring   
   herself that no nosy neighbors were peeking out, put   
   her ear to the crack again.   
      
   “Ah, fuck.”   
      
   Mulder's voice could be clearly heard through the   
   space. It was most certainly a tape. The other voices   
   she could hear were muffled. What she could pick out,   
   aside from her partner's comments, were moans and   
   groans.   
      
   Truth be told, thinking about Mulder and what he might   
   be doing on the other side of that door was turning   
   her on.   
      
   Mulder licked his hand and ran it along the underside   
   of his penis. The other hand was holding and rubbing   
   his balls, his fingers pushed as far down into his   
   jeans as he could manage without removing his jeans.   
   He circled the head of his penis, squeezing and slowly   
   stroked down.   
      
   “Ah, so good. Feels so good, Sc-” His hands froze.   
   Can't go there. He'd deliberately chosen a video with   
   blondes to prevent just that kind of slip up. Fuck. He   
   was noticeably softer as well. Fuck, fuck, and double   
   fuck. All he wanted was a little relief tonight, some   
   nice big tits and a firm, tight ass. He played with   
   his rapidly deflating penis, frustrated and still   
   horny. The only thing that managed to provide any   
   relief these days was imagining a short red head   
   wearing those tits.   
      
   Early on in their partnership he'd had no problem   
   using her image in this way. These days he felt like   
   he was violating her. He pulled his jeans down and hit   
   the rerun button on the remote until he found the   
   beginning of the seduction scene. Settling back   
   against the couch he forced his eyes and his mind to   
   concentrate on the blonde haired woman on the screen.   
   God knew he would be useless tomorrow at work if he   
   didn’t get some relief tonight.   
      
   Scully was listening intently. There was silence for a   
   moment and then muffled sounds from the video could be   
   heard again. Her arms were getting sore from holding   
   her packages and she decided she could put them down   
   for a moment, just until she decided what she should   
   do.  Carefully, silently, she laid the wine down on   
   its side and set the bag of Chinese food next to it.   
      
   She leaned forward, ear to the crack and was rewarded   
   for her efforts when she heard Mulder again.   
      
   “Oh yeah, here we go. Oh baby, right there.”   
      
   Scully felt another twinge between her legs. Her   
   panties were damp and a dull ache was beginning. She   
   surprised herself when she felt her own fingers   
   pressing into her heat. Oh god, she was in Mulder's   
   hallway with her hand between her legs. She threw her   
   embarrassment off. It felt too good. She closed her   
   eyes and leaned her head against the doorframe.   
      
    “Yes, right there. Oh yeah.” Mulder was gripping his   
   penis with one hand while the other was busy caressing   
   his balls. He moved one finger down to rub the area   
   just below his ass crack while the other hand, slick   
   with pre-cum, was roughly pumping his cock. On the   
   screen, the woman was spread on a table, one of the   
   men buried in her while she deep throated another man   
   who was straddling her. She was taking care of pulling   
   and squeezing her own nipples. Mulder felt himself   
   getting closer.   
      
   “Oh yeah, rub your tits. Squeeze them for me. Oh --”   
      
   His hand worked faster as his hips began to thrust.   
   His finger pushed closer to his ass crack and he   
   gripped his balls tighter.   
      
   “Oh yeah, almost there baby.”   
      
   On the screen, the man thrusting into her mouth sped   
   up, his orgasm imminent. The other man pulled her legs   
   up, the camera angled to allow a close up of both the   
   action and the woman's ass. This was the part that   
   would take him over the edge.   
      
   He kept his own finger poised at the entrance to his   
   ass as the man on the screen shoved two fingers into   
   the woman's ass.   
      
   “Oh baby.” Mulder's groan filled the room as his semen   
   spurted, bathing his legs and the couch in sticky   
   white fluid.   
      
   Scully had given up any pretense of reluctance. Her   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)