Title: Rampaging Libido 
Date: January 2002
Author: The Pimpernel
Rating: At a guess PG13 for bad words, sexual 
situations.
Summary: Our heroes with no control - never happen.

Disclaimer etc. in part 1

Part 2 of 5

The conversation over lunch had seemed surreal. The 
sort of conversation you might have with a new lover, 
or with a really close girl friend. She rationalised it to 
herself by thinking that she and Mulder were close 
friends, saved each other’s life, argued and sparred 
enough for any married couple. ‘In summary’ Mulder 
had said with a smirk ‘we were both visiting our aunts 
for a weekend. Our respective aunts lived next door to 
each other. I’d gone with my mother to visit her sister. 
They were due to go out one evening to some social 
gathering that did not appeal to a teenager. I can’t 
remember why I wasn’t dragged along but I do 
remember that there was a party on the beach with 
more like minded individuals that I was being allowed 
to go to instead. Lizzy’s aunt had asked if I could 
show Lizzy the way and brought her round later that 
evening. Now Lizzy is a few years older that me, she 
must have been in her early twenties then but she was 
stunning. Natural corn gold hair, pretty face, shapely 
body, a teenage boy’s fantasy come true. We went to 
the beach where the boys were round her like wasps 
around the jam pot and I drooled from afar not 
expecting a stunning older girl like Lizzy to pay much 
attention to a gangly, scrawny teenager like myself, 
but I could have my dreams. However, a minor 
miracle happened and she went home with me. I 
suspect that I babbled pathetically all the way home 
but she didn’t seem to mind. Then she asked me to sit 
on the porch swing and watch the stars for a few 
minutes it being a warm and balmy night. We watched 
the stars for a few minutes, me in a hot sweat trying to 
get up the nerve to kiss her good night, when another 
miracle happened and she started kissing me, real 
kisses…’ he looked questioningly at Scully. 

‘I get the picture Mulder, no need to be more graphic. 
That’s a sweet story.’ At his look she continued 
‘Really… for a teenager… sweet’ she said smiling. 

‘Humph. The following day she left to go back to New 
York and all I got was a wave as she went.’ 

‘You felt rejected? It sounds too much like a boy’s 
fantasy. Unconditional sex and no consequ… ences’ 
she trailed off. 

‘Oh it was, that wasn’t the problem. I’d been a horny 
teenager before, now I was a horny teenager who 
knew what the real thing was but had no outlet. It 
was more frustrating than before.’ Scully was smiling 
slightly again. ‘And to answer your question, yes we 
had unprotected sex.’ At her somewhat disapproving 
look ‘I was a horny teenager but I didn’t carry 
condoms round with me on the off chance. I always 
thought it would be more planned. She had me so I 
didn’t know my own name, she said it was ok and I 
believed her. Yes I wanted to believe her and back 
then it wasn’t considered as dangerous. Story of my 
life Scully, I believe anything. You’ll do the DNA 
checking for me?’ 

Well to cut a long story short Mulder had turned out to 
be the father and therefore the grandfather and life had 
been hectic since. There had been weeks of intensive 
care for Paul after he was born, she had been drawn 
into the care and emotional turmoil, but eventually 
Paul had been declared fit to go home, especially as 
Mulder had Scully to call on, a live in doctor. Mulder 
had taken it seriously, bought a house making sure 
Scully knew there was a room for her. Done one room 
up as a nursery. Scully had found herself sucked in 
physically, mentally and emotionally. She’d needed to 
step back, re-establish some perspective having to go 
back to work had helped but now Mulder had hit her 
with this.  She opened her eyes to look at Mulder.

“Why now?”

“I want to adopt Paul as my son. I would like you to 
help me raise him.”

“But married Mulder?”

“If we got married and adopt him as our son you’d get 
full quibbling rights Scully.” 

At her perplexed look he tried to explain.

“If you had a child would you bring it up a Catholic?”

 “Yes.”

 “And if it were our child? Work with me here.”

 “Well… I’d discuss it with you first of course...”

 “And if I didn’t agree would you have it baptised 
anyway?”

 “Well I guess I’d hope to reach some compromise but 
if we couldn’t agree... I think… yes I would.” 

“So why wouldn’t you do that for Paul?”

“I’d need to take account of his parents beliefs and 
yours as his guardian. I’m just a friend helping out.” 

“Exactly. Paul would need your full commitment on 
this Scully, your steadying influence otherwise I could 
run rampant. You shouldn’t back down. So we need to 
get married.” 

“But married! Are you crazy?” she repeated in her 
confusion.

“No more so than normal.”

“We’re such different people Mulder… we’d kill each 
other. We’re great as work colleagues and friends, 
when we can go back to our own space when the other 
gets too much. Married we’d be on top of each other 
all the time with the added complication of a child. A 
very needy child right now.”

“So you don’t want to help me with Paul?”

“No! Yes! Of course I want to help… but…” 

“You’ve just said that Paul is a needy baby right now. 
He needs stability and although he’s off 24 hour care. 
You need to be here with him and me. To take this on 
on my own would be… well I guess I’d cope but Paul 
deserves better than that.” 

Scully glanced at Paul currently sleeping peacefully, a 
wonderful sight after the discomfort he had been in for 
weeks after his birth.

“I know you should have someone to help Mulder and 
I’d like to be there for you.” 

“You need to be totally committed Scully. I want to 
adopt Paul. And as you know with a dangerous, 
peripatetic, time insensitive job, no long term 
relationships apart from with you, the stability and 
caring aspects that social services like to see aren’t 
there and even though I’m his guardian and 
grandfather they might refuse the application. I want 
to show that I’m committed to raising him, to being a 
married family man. We need to apply for the 
adoption together.  Please consider it Scully. I know 
it’s not very romantic that it sounds contrived and it’s 
not how you’d imagined you’d be proposed to…“ 

Scully could only nod in agreement. Her first reaction 
was no, her second reaction was no her third reaction 
was Nooo and then she went thoughtful. Not 
indecisive just thoughtful. She had somewhat set rules 
about marriage and how she’d end up there if at all. 
Did she just say logic and marriage didn’t apply?  
When she was younger there seemed to be a natural 
progression, now she was older giving up her 
independence was one hell of a leap. As you got older, 
more set in your ways, more selfish in someways 
making the compromises for two people cohabiting 
became more difficult. There appeared to be less 
reward for the cost, and here were two very 
independent people discussing a radical 
transformation of their lives. Just contemplating 
thinking about it had Scully’s mind agitated. 

Scully had considered similar factors for Emily and 
decided to change her life, now Mulder in a similar 
situation had reached the same conclusion. He was 
just being more up front about including her in the 
change. She would never have asked for something 
that she didn’t think his questing nature could give, 
but she would probably have accepted his ’Uncle’ 
overtures. What he was proposing was… 

“Mulder are you sure this is what you want to do? 
With Paul I mean. You’re not going to be able to just 
up and investigate, rush out of town with little or no 
warning. What about the consortium, don’t you think 
they might try to use him against you? Would you not 
be better to put him up for adoption?”

“I’ve thought about this Scully. Even I didn’t know I 
had a daughter until a few weeks ago so they probably 
didn’t either, which is why she’s been safe but now 
everyone knows. If I put Paul up for adoption and 
something happens to him I’d never forgive myself.” 

“But you can’t be with him constantly Mulder…”

“I know Scully but even if something did happen to 
him at least I’d know I’d given it my best shot. In 
reality they can probably get us any where any time if 
they want to but I’d feel better knowing I’d done what 
I could.”

So that left her having to contemplate again. This was 
so out of the blue. What happened to the set sequence 
of events, one step of which she was sure was dating 
or maybe it was so long since she’d done that that she 
was imagining things. She could imagine skipping the 
odd step when old friends decided to become involved 
but this… I mean he was talking platonic friends to 
spouses in one step. Not something she had ever 
imagined and although Scully could change her 
opinions she didn’t do so impulsively or easily for that 
matter, she’d have to weigh all her options. 

On the plus side everything told her to help. Paul 
needed somebody and her medical knowledge had 
been a godsend. Mulder needed her help and was 
asking for it. Three big incentives. But marriage, a life 
time commitment. She wouldn’t be able to view this 
as a convenience thing that could be discarded a few 
years down the line when all the dust settled. But what 
was marriage without love if not convenience, and 
whatever it was she had expected out of life a 
marriage of convenience wasn’t it. And whatever she 
had imagined as a husband, Mulder, with his 
impulsive nature, disorderly habits, obsessive 
temperament wasn’t it either. His tender sweet 
moments, yes. His intelligent, mind stimulating 
conversations, yes. His lay down my life for you, 
travel to the ends of the earth for you dramatic 
gestures, yes. But she needed the every day details, 
consistent caring, take out the trash without nagging 
gestures too. Scully didn’t like to nag, she found it 
repetitive and unproductive although she’d related to 
the quote ‘nagging was the repetition of unpleasant 
truths’. She gave an inward smirk at the thought of 
Mulder saying ‘Yes Dear’ but knew it would quickly 
irk in every day living. Her mind just didn’t seem 
capable of seeing her and Mulder married it was just 
too bizarre. Too many niggly details; so her fourth 
answer was no and she wasn’t going to let Mulder 
wheedle her on this, she wasn’t. 

Then Mulder was speaking again. He suddenly went 
down on his knees in front of her, catching her 
unawares. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the 
arms of the chair, taking her hands in his.

 “Dana Katherine Scully will you do me the honour of 
accepting my hand in marriage?” 

His eyes twinkled at her. He was serious but teasing 
her at the same time maybe to cover himself if she 
rejected him. It just pissed her off. This was a 
conversation that should be above this. This was 
exactly what she didn’t want and she was about to 
blast him when he put a finger on her lips and asked 
her to hear him out. 

Scully froze, his proximity was really quite unnerving 
and since when had that happened? Was it so long 
since she’d had sex that merely talking about it in the 
almost abstract was enough to trigger the response or 
was it talking sex and marriage with Mulder that had 
caused that shiver when he’d touched her lips? There 
must be some automatic reactions going on in her 
body she was unaware of because sex had not been at 
the forefront of her mind during this conversation with 
Mulder but her body seemed to be reacting as if it had. 

Scully’s libido had been carefully locked in a deep 
dark room for quite some time. It gave her perfect 
control and normally she had no problem ignoring any 
little ‘tinglings’ that the physical proximity of an 
attractive male body might trigger. Even Mulder or 
especially Mulder, who was a trusted and beloved 
friend. One she admired and had affection for but who 
didn’t fit her profile of a significant other. Mulder had 
once said she was not a sexually spontaneous person, 
which she wasn’t, her choices of lover had been 
conservative. High profile maybe but in general older 
more mature conservative men. 

She had pondered, in an intellectual way of course, 
what Mulder would be like as a lover. If they had met 
under different circumstances could they have been 
lovers, not life partners just lovers which was a stretch 
in itself for Scully who didn’t tend to enter 
relationships for fun, well not just fun. Would he be 
loving and giving or passionate but selfish, she liked 
to think that his better qualities would come out. 
However, although she was intrigued by such thoughts 
she decided that his impulsive nature, especially 
considering some of his hobbies would be in there 
somewhere and she’d find that… uncomfortable. It 
wasn’t that she was not prepared to try… things, just 
that she couldn’t push her own boundaries in this area. 
Mulder would have been perfectly happy to push them 
had he known, it just wasn’t a conversation she could 
have. So she filed it under mildly interesting and then 
forgot about it… mostly.

In this instance as Mulder had leaned into her certain 
bits of her anatomy reacted to the physical stimulus 
and Rational Scully carefully checked the locks on her 
libido’s door. All present and correct. Then Mulder 
put his finger on her lips. Body parts napping out of 
habit received an electric jolt strong enough to wake 
the dead let alone idle organs that had been pining for 
exercise for years. After the initial confusion resulting 
from the rude awakening they had rushed to the 
libido’s door. Unfortunately, the libido was fat and 
lazy after all these years of doing nothing and, having 
received many false alarms over the years, was in the 
habit of ignoring such activities outside her door. 
Besides the door was locked on the outside, Rational 
Scully had to make the decision to open the door and 
that was going to happen sometime never. So she just 
rolled over and carried on dozing. She was good at 
dozing, plenty of practice. 

Scully dragged her mind away from her distracted 
body to listen to what Mulder was saying.

“I said Paul was the catalyst but he is definitely not the 
only reason. We are important. Thinking in terms of 
the three basic premises want, need and love.  Need, 
professionally I think I’ve mentioned a few things in 
the past about how you anchor me and guide me 
through treacherous waters, how we compliment each 
other and personally, well I sure as hell don’t want to 
do this without you. I mean I could cope if I had to, 
but to put it mildly your guiding hand here would not 
go amiss.”

Meanwhile completely unaware of Scully’s raging 
hormones, he had taken his finger from her lips. And 
was brushing her hair behind her ear as he droned on 
about want, need and love. The brush of his fingers 
against her cheek meant as a soothing, calming gesture 
was causing completely different sensations. Scully 
didn’t like surprises, especially when it was her own 
body supplying them. This was something she was 
tempted to run away from but she chastised herself, 
she had more control than that and it wouldn’t solve 
anything. However a little distance would help, she 
would be able to gather her wits with a little distance. 

Unfortunately her body was not co-operating. There 
was a body part trying to pick the lock to her libido’s 
room. Rational Scully rushed up to shoo the body 
parts away. Move along, nothing to get excited about. 
Nothing going to happen. Body parts sidled away 
muttering and casting plaintive or accusatory glances 
depending on their mood but at least quiescent thought 
Rational with a relieved sigh. Rational stood guard in 
front of the door, no need to tempt fate, there seemed 
to be to many unpredictable factors floating around 
tonight not helped by the fact she was really tired. 

Mulder continued. He was trying to be as open and 
honest as possible without actually scaring her, 
knowing it was the only thing that would get her 
attention “Love. You know I love you. Respect and 
admire you. Am I in love with you? That’s more 
difficult to define. I often feel like we’re an old 
married couple, close and comfortable with each 
other. Knowing how the other thinks and acts, 
anticipating the others wants and needs. Being there 
for each other, sometimes ignoring those feelings 
because they are not appropriate to our professional 
partnership. But then again there’s so much about you 
that I don’t know, that I would like to know. Whether 
from vulgar curiosity or because it would make me 
closer to you? Who knows with my mind. I miss you 
when you’re not there, I’ve been known to actively 
seek out your company, to make excuses to phone you 
just to have the pleasure of hearing your voice. Do I 
think we can make this work? Absolutely or I 
wouldn’t have asked you. Despite our differences I 
think we can find enough common ground to be 
happy. I’m prepared to make that commitment. I know 
this is not a very romantic way to go about this, in fact 
it’s a very logical and rational approach which 
although I’m sure appeals to you on one level 
probably isn’t really enough to push you into wedlock 
especially with me. Deep down you want to be loved 
and cherished. Well I do love you, to the ends of the 
earth and beyond, and cherishing you would be no 
problem.”

At Mulder’s mention of love most of her attention was 
needed elsewhere. He was brushing his fingers up and 
down her forearms, probably an unconscious gesture 
on his part as he tried to explain his feelings and 
reasons. Body parts edged towards libido’s door again 
while Rational’s attention was momentarily diverted, 
they moved cautiously not wanting to distract her. It 
was obvious to them that once again Rational was not 
going to give into the moment but the body parts were 
very excited, they wanted attention. 

“I already treasure you. True it’s not the intense 
passion I felt in my youth, but thinking back that was 
probably mostly lust. What I feel now goes much 
deeper but don’t think I don’t want you as well. That 
bit would be really easy, I spend half my day trying 
not to want you. That smart ass brain of yours coupled 
with your lovely face, other attractive assets and 
wonderful nature combine into a beautiful package.”

When Mulder mentioned want the body parts were 
clamouring to Rational demanding she open libido’s 
door. The clamour was enough to rouse libido from 
her doze. She listened attentively but as the door was 
still closed did nothing, but she could feel a level of 
excitement within herself resonating from the rest of 
the body. She hadn’t felt so much in a long, long time, 
it must be really exciting outside she thought 
despondently. She continued to wait but she allowed a 
small coil of anticipation to form… The body parts 
conferred amongst themselves, they agreed Rational 
wasn’t listening to them again, well they’d had 
enough. Mutiny it was. Straws were drawn.

“I am however all too well aware that you don’t want 
or need me but I think you like me… most of the time 
when I don’t piss you off. I don’t mean to sound 
manipulative or selfish… well obviously I am bit 
because I do need you on this Scully. It’s not really 
the life you dreamed about the white picket fence isn’t 
really me but I promise, to try for everything else.“

He stopped then, gazing intently at her face, waiting 
for her response. She could see the hope hidden there 
and she hated to disappoint him but she just couldn’t 
give him the answer he was seeking.

“Mulder this is just too much to take in all at once. It’s 
been a long week… and I need time….”

What was she thinking? The answer was no right? But 
she didn’t just want to dismiss him out of hand, he 
deserved better than that. Still not even a very 
diplomatic response to his soliloquy, just showed how 
rattled she was.

In the meantime Mulder was saying. “I know your 
tired Scully and I didn’t intend to drop this in your lap 
so suddenly. I was expecting to give you some time to 
think about this but the adoption interview is 
tomorrow morning and I said we’d be applying 
together…”

“Tomorrow! What the hell were you thinking?”

“I did not want to discuss this over the phone and I 
was expecting you back a couple of days ago...”

She nodded in acceptance. Skinner had sent her to 
Seattle to perform an autopsy to cover for a sick 
colleague in the Seattle Office. Unfortunately, more 
bodies had been discovered after the first and she’d 
ended up being there for four days instead of one. 

Unfortunately it meant she was too tired to give this 
proper consideration the answer had to be no. 
Somehow she still hadn’t found the impetus to form 
the small word before Mulder was changing tack 
again.

“I know you haven’t really had chance to think about 
all this and that you’d need proof that I can be 
housetrained. So I propose that we put the chat to one 
side for the moment. That you relax, put your feet up 
and let me show you the advantages of having 
someone to come home to. Or more specifically 
having me to come home to.” 

That earned him a raised eyebrow. He took one of her 
feet in his hands removed her shoe and started to 
massage her foot. The action caught Scully completely 
off guard on several levels not least of which was 
she’d been in confrontational mode. She jerked and 
clutched the cushions of the chair exhaling a surprised 
“Mulder!” in the process. He continued to massage her 
foot. 

“I know you are fit to drop right now and want food, 
bath and bed and that if you went home on your own 
at the moment you would probably skip at least one of 
those. However, I have food in the oven, I’m going to 
run a bath for you after which dinner should be ready 
and then you can go to bed. The sheets are clean, I 
changed them this morning."

Scully’s face was showing several emotions. 
Amazement, wonder, incredulity, apprehension and 
bliss as he started massaging her other foot. She 
relaxed back into the chair, what was that about 
distance and leaving soon. Okay so she didn’t have to 
think right now but one thing kept nagging at the back 
of her mind… 

“You don’t cook.”

He smiled at her comment. “I can when under duress 
or when trying to impress a woman. You, I know are 
notoriously difficult to impress so I’m not going for 
effect here just plain every day sustenance.”

“You ordered pizza then?”

“Oh ye of little faith. It’s a chicken curry actually, 
courtesy of a flat mate at Oxford who insisted that 
cooking fatigues were shared. It even comes with 
several vegetable side dishes.” Another raised 
eyebrow.

He got up and went to the kitchen there was the sound 
of banging doors and drawers then the pop of a cork 
and the glugging sound of a glass being filled or rather 
a bottle being emptied. He emerged carrying two 
glasses of wine, one of which he handed to her. Scully 
took it in somewhat amazed fascination. Then she 
watched him walk towards the bathroom. She heard 
the bath being filled. She took a contemplative sip of 
her wine, her gaze caught her shoes lying lopsidedly 
on the floor. See messy. She should go. Right? Then 
she became aware of the fragrant aroma of the curry. 
Her stomach growled. Wouldn’t hurt to stay for dinner 
would it. I mean after he’d cooked it would be 
unsociable not to say down right unfriendly, not to at 
least try it right? I mean in seven years and all the 
times she’d ever eaten here, well at Mulder’s this 
location was new, it had always been take out. 
Nothing out of his oven. That gave her pause. He’d 
have cleaned it wouldn’t he? If he was trying to prove 
his point. She thought about it for a bit more and 
shrugged to herself. Well intense heat kills most 
known germs I’m sure it’s fine.

End Part 2 of 5