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 4 of 5

Mulder woke up, alone, the bed was cold. No Scully. 
He felt hurt and disappointment but no real surprise. 
He got himself out of bed and went to get Paul, it must 
have been hours since Mulder had fed him last night, 
why hadn’t he woken. It appeared Scully had fed and 
changed him while he slept and before leaving. Was 
that significant? Difficult to tell with Scully, it could 
be her normal level of care and concern for a helpless 
baby having seen him dead to the world. At least she 
hadn’t left in a blind panic. He hoped that last night 
had not fucked everything up but his expectations 
weren’t high. He should have resisted more but that 
had seemed impossible at the time, it wasn’t a case of 
him hurting her by rejecting her, more that he might 
have got hurt had he resisted. And he hadn’t wanted to 
resist but in the cold light of hindsight it looked like he 
should have done. He probably would have been 
stuffed whatever way he’d played it he thought 
fatalistically.

He got himself and Paul ready to go out. He couldn’t 
face breakfast. 

Mulder waited in the social services office. Scully 
wasn’t here either. The vague hope that she had just 
gone home to change and to gather her thoughts in her 
own space, so to be prepared for the social services 
interview was rapidly diminishing as the minutes 
ticked by to the appointment hour. He desperately 
wanted to phone her but knew it was probably better 
not to press her. He tried to resign himself. Even 
though he was Paul’s grandfather and legal guardian 
there was a chance he would have to give Paul up to 
Social services if he couldn’t provide the stable home 
life required for a sick little baby. He could hire nurses 
and nannies to help him cope but Paul needed, 
deserved more than that. It felt like he was losing and 
he hated losing. He had a spark of anger but nothing to 
direct it at but himself. He held Paul closer and kissed 
the top of his head. How could he blame Scully for not 
wanting to marry him under any circumstances let 
alone these? It wasn’t Paul’s fault, or Lizzy’s or 
Sarah’s the daughter he had never known. He was 
beginning to know how Scully felt about Emily now. 
Not that he hadn’t tried to be sympathetic and 
understanding but that was nothing as to how he could 
empathises now. And what was worse not only did he 
risk losing Paul, he might have lost Scully as well. 

He hadn’t meant for what had happened last night to 
happen. He’d been pushing her to marry him for all 
the logical reasons he could think of; thinking that 
would appeal to Scully most. Then suddenly he’d got 
carried away and so had she, actually he thought she’d 
carried him away but it didn’t really matter who’d 
started it. That would have been a really nice aspect to 
add to their relationship. He’d have enjoyed coping 
with that, could have dealt with the suddenly moving 
ground under his feet. It would be a great destressor, 
comforter, better than arguing and then going off into 
their own space. He grinned at the thought of make up 
sex after an argument, or maybe as a reward for good 
behaviour. He imagined himself running round the 
house rounding up all his clothes into the laundry 
basket, then rushing back to Scully’s feet looking 
pleadingly up into her eyes and wagging his tail like a 
dog looking for attention. He could do that, not all the 
time but enough. He smiled to himself before reality 
set back in. He held Paul closer to him, treasuring the 
moment. The hour of the appointment had arrived but 
still no Scully. A couple minutes later a door opened 
and the social services officer came towards him. He 
masked his disappointment and tried to concentrate on 
what was important for Paul.

“Mr Mulder?” He nodded. “I realise Miss Scully isn’t 
here yet, she phoned to say she was stuck in traffic, 
but if we can make a start I can check the details for 
the forms. Would that be okay?” The ground under 
Mulder’s feet shifted, he must have managed to nod or 
grunt because she smiled and turned asking him to 
follow her. He followed in a daze, so Scully was 
coming but why hadn’t she phoned him. He felt for his 
phone here it was in his pocket… switched off. Damn 
he’d switched it off before starting his conversation 
with Scully last might not wanting to be disturbed. He 
cursed himself, so Scully was coming, but what did 
that mean? When she was gone this morning he feared 
the worse had she just needed time to compose 
herself? He sighed and tried to concentrate on what he 
was being asked.  They did all his details and he 
covered the basics for Scully and fortunately before he 
was tempted to improvise other details Scully arrived, 
with her mother. 

There was a flutter of activity as introductions were 
exchanged and Scully walked over to Mulder, she 
caught his eyes only briefly a small smile on her lips. 

“Sorry I’m late Mulder, there was an accident on the 
beltway” she said kissing him on the cheek “and your 
cell phone‘s off!” 

She reached for Paul a touch tentatively, fortunately 
Mulder’s subconscious was working even if the rest of 
his mind had stalled. He handed Paul over and leaned 
in to touch her lips with his. That was a stable couple 
kiss right? Tying to give the right impression. 

She took Paul off him smiling beneficially down at 
him before cuddling him close. Mrs Scully came over 
to coo at the baby before turning to Mulder to kiss him 
on the cheek 

“Nice to see you Fox. Unusual circumstances as 
always but at least happier this time?” 

He managed to nod.  

“I believe that congratulations are in order. I’m so 
glad you and Dana are getting married.” 

Mulder’s world lurched again ‘we are?’ He knew 
that’s what he’d asked for but stated to him like that 
caught him unawares. Fortunately for him his 
subconscious, which had better survival instincts than 
he anticipated, was keeping up with events and had 
grabbed hold of the most stable thing in his life 
because as he came back to himself he found he had 
his arm round Scully’s shoulders grinning inanely 
down at her. 

“You haven’t missed much Miss Scully. I was just 
getting some personal details, Mr Mulder was doing 
quite well. I’m impressed he knew your birthday, my 
husband can’t remember even after five years.”
 
Scully gave Mulder a wry look. He shrugged and 
grinned just because he remembered it when asked 
didn’t mean he remember it on the day. Scully handed 
Paul to her mother, there was a little fussing over him 
and then she took him out so Scully and Mulder could 
give their attention to the social services officer. 

Mulder’s hand gravitated to the small of her back as 
he pulled a chair out for her.  The social services lady 
was blunt. Despite his undisputed guardianship, Paul’s 
medical problems made him a special case and social 
services would be carefully monitoring his care. Their 
dangerous job, lack of stability, lack of long term 
relationships did not stack well for their adoption 
application. Been here thought Scully.

“We’ve been friends and partners for nearly seven 
years doesn’t that count as long term?” questioned 
Mulder. “We’ve survived stressful and dangerous 
situations and come through them together. We are 
still together after all the stress, arguments, 
disagreements, sicknesses, health and shootings. We 
are dedicated, conscientious people who have put 
protecting the public from murderers before ourselves. 
However, Paul’s presence has made us re-evaluate our 
priorities and decide that we should direct those 
abilities in his direction.”  Mulder hadn’t really 
discussed this with Scully yet, he was rather hoping 
that her presence here meant that she was going to go 
along with him… at least on this.

“How are you going to balance work and a demanding 
new, sickly baby?” asked the officer.

“That’s one of the reasons my mother is here.” chimed 
in Scully, time for Mulder to wisely keep his mouth 
shut. “There will be times when neither of us will be 
available for Paul. My mother has agreed to see him 
on a daily basis and to take on the responsibility of 
learning to care for him which will provide reliable, 
experienced care if we are both delayed or out of town 
for any reason. It will also give the stability and 
continuity of care that Paul will need.”

The social services officer looked penetratingly at 
them for a few moments before asking  “A 
professional working relationship, no matter how 
stressful is not the same as the every day stresses and 
irritations or living with a sick baby. Is your personal 
relationship strong enough to withstand this?” 

Mulder and Scully looked at each other, Scully 
nervously licking her lips. His eyes said ‘Your call’. 
Scully didn’t want to lie here so it would have to be a 
version of the truth.

“Our personal relationship is a recent event. I’m not 
an impulsive person and disrupting a strong working 
partnership was not something I approached lightly 
any more than I consider adopting Paul. But after 
seven years we know each other’s strengths and 
weakness. We know how to communicate and can 
recognise distress signals from the other and hopefully 
we are articulate enough to work our way through any 
problems. I’m not saying this is going to be a breeze 
just that we’ve got the stability and commitment to 
make it work.”

“You haven’t even been living with each other then? 
How are you going to manage that and Paul?” another 
home question.

“We were quite happy with our independent lives and 
relationship as it was but occasional life throws events 
at you that makes you reassess what’s important. In 
this case Paul is more important than our individual 
selves. We have decided to pool our resources to 
provide Paul with the home and family he needs.” 

“Hardly romantic. It sounds cold and calculating.” 
commented the social services officer.

“It’s a logical and rational decision given the situation.” 
Scully returned. Mulder thought he might detect some 
exasperation in her voice but it was well controlled. 
“Obviously there’s an emotional element, a response 
to Paul, who he is, who his father is and to each other. 
That triggered the reassessment in the first place and 
allows us to consider this solution. But emotion is not 
going to get us through the upheaval and the decision 
to commit to this solution has to come from rational 
thought with a logical plan and set goals.”

“Good.” responded the officer, almost catching them 
off guard. “You don’t know how many people are 
starry eyed when they consider family life. You need 
to set yourselves up to succeed by negotiating round 
the known problems and despite the unknown pitfalls. 
It’s going to be one hell of a change of lifestyle. 
People get selfish in their old age. It would be bad 
enough just getting together let alone introducing a 
baby.” She looked significantly at Mulder “Not to be 
politically incorrect here, but it is usually the man who 
is more selfish, independent, has control issues. Less 
prone to compromise.”

“We are going to give it our best shot and believe me 
we are pretty successful when we put our mind to 
something.” Mulder ought to have been insulted but 
felt obliged to respond confidently, he didn’t need 
anyone confirming Scully’s doubts, she had enough of 
her own.

The woman looked thoughtful., glancing back and 
forth between Mulder and Scully. Then finally she 
grimaced and sighed. “ I will put your application 
forward for evaluation. Get your act together family 
wise, get married and we’ll reassess in three months 
time.”

They were almost too stunned to move, instinct had 
them muttering thanks, shaking hands and removing 
themselves from the office before she could change 
her mind.

Back at the house and left to their own devices they 
were suddenly shy. After a few minutes of silence 
Scully moved off to the kitchen muttering things about 
dinner. Mulder followed her and watched while 
leaning against the doorjamb.

“You’re not bare foot Scully.” earned him a dirty look. 

“How long a chain do I need to get so you can still 
reach the oven and the sink?” 

He grinned as he dodged the dishcloth aimed at his 
head. He heard it smack into the wall. As he looked it 
slid down the wall leaving a wet trail behind it and 
causing a slight puddle on the floor. 

“Now look what you’ve done Mulder.” 

“What?…” he said baffled before the penny dropped. 

“Ah. Sorry, of course my fault I’ll fix it immediately.” 

He picked up the cloth wrung it out in the sink then 
wiped up the rest of the mess. He went back to the 
sink to rinse the cloth out. Scully turned her back to 
him and pretended to be busy, she was keeping a 
straight face but her eyes were twinkling. A moment 
later she let out a squeal as a cold damp cloth was 
dropped down her back. She swung round with the 
frying pan in her hand. Mulder managed to catch her 
hand and trapped her against the counter, just in case 
she was serious about hitting him. 

“Ah, Ah, Ahh Scully, you’ve skipped several steps in 
the escalation procedures.” 

“What you’re doing things by the book?” 

“Do you come with a manual Scully? I could sure do 
with one at times.” 

He was silent for a few moments looking 
contemplative, he obviously came to a decision. 

“What are we doing here Scully? I don’t want to 
guess.” 

Scully swallowed visibly, she wanted to go slow 
relationship wise, it was her nature. Mulder had 
expected that from her but after she’d practically 
jumped him last night…. be honest with yourself Dana 
she chastised herself. Having jumped Mulder last 
night when he’d actually been aiming at something a 
lot less… active, she could understand why he was 
feeling a little confused now. She was embarrassed 
about what had happened, not specifically about 
the…. event, they had both displayed shockingly 
revealing abandon, a lack of control that would have 
been positively scary had it been with anyone else. It 
was disquieting as it was but at least they knew their 
secrets were safe with each other. Perhaps such 
abandon never could have happened with anyone else 
was a sudden insight which she’d have to consider 
later. In the meantime she had to give Mulder a 
meaningful answer which she was having trouble 
constructing right now. Her traitorous body was at it 
again, he still had her pinned against the counter, his 
intense gaze demanding an honest response but there 
lurking at the back was the burning passion focused 
directly on her. Today she had no defences, today her 
libido’s door was wide open. Her body wanted to rub 
itself against Mulder’s skin, to twine itself sinuously 
round his, to…. An answer, she needed an answer… 
stall for a few moments respite, try to get him to pull 
back. 

“Was the free sample a one shot deal then? Just for 
last night? Usually there’s enough in a sample to get a 
couple of goes just to make sure.” 

“A couple of goes?” his turn to parrot.

A nod. “Just to be sure. And don’t you want to know 
if I can make concessions?” 

He looked down at her, still pinning her to the counter. 
His fingers brushed her cheek 

“Scully you may not be Mary Poppins and practically 
perfect in every way but you suit me just fine the way 
you are.”  

This Mulder was confusing her. She could brush off 
his innuendo and his backhand compliments and even 
offers of marriage but this was a sincere Mulder. She 
had difficulties with sincere Mulder because he 
showed her glimpses of what she liked, what she 
wanted. And he was offering her a lot of what she 
wanted. Home, family, stability, commitment with an 
attractive, intelligent caring man with an odd sense of 
humour. But these in themselves didn’t make a 
marriage. Could she put away the niggling doubts for 
the good of Paul. They probably could give it a pretty 
good shot, if they both decided to go for it. Neither of 
them liked admitting defeat but would that necessarily 
lead to happiness and contentment. The fact that he 
was obsessive, driven, impulsive could be positive or 
negative traits adding to his charm or making him an 
asshole depending on the situation. The fact that he 
could be self absorbed and conceited yet put that aside 
as the occasion arose or person prompted. His loyalty 
and integrity were open to question from some 
quarters but Scully felt he always tried to be true to 
himself, if he failed occasionally it just proved he was 
human. They cared about each other, were fond of 
each other, risked their life for each other, yes loved 
each other but were they in love? 

They certainly managed to lust after each other last 
night, which probably wasn’t much of a surprise. If 
sex was an expression of love they had one hell of a 
depth of feeling and they’d been storing it up for a 
long time. Did it all boil down to whether she felt the 
emotion of being in love? They were both such private 
people. He’d had secrets explode out of the closet on 
him, some of which had caused rifts between them. 
Caused them not to trust each other. Was that the 
problem she wasn’t sure if she could trust him? Trust 
was so important in marriage. Did she feel he might be 
hiding things that might be a problem in the future? 
Well he didn’t have exclusive rights to secrets she’d 
got her own. 

Was she going to tell Mulder those secrets? Ah there’s 
the rub. Mulder probably thought that Diana was 
never going to come out of the closet. So who’s got 
the trust issue now? So equal rights here, something 
they’d have to discuss. So again, was the only reason 
she was hesitating boil down to whether she felt she 
was in love? The logical Dana Scully depending on an 
emotion?

He was nuzzling her ear. Scully’s libido stretched 
languidly out of her slumber, awakened by the 
pleasant tingle of excited body parts. Rational Scully 
heard the movement and looked nervously over at her 
hastily constructed door to libido’s room. Scully put 
her hands on Mulder’s chest trying to create some 
distance. In the past he would have backed off rapidly, 
in fact he would never have pushed it this far. Scully 
was feeling apprehensive and confused. Her mind 
telling her one thing backed up by images of past 
relationships gone wrong while her body was telling 
her something completely different.

“I thought you wanted me to be less orderly?” she 
countered.

Mulder still had her pinned to the counter. He was 
looking at her with concern mixed with love, some 
apprehension. He didn’t want to cock this up, didn’t 
want to press her. Nothing was more fatal than 
pushing Scully when she wasn’t ready, you had to 
wait for the right moment. He wanted to convince her 
he was sincere not full of self-interest, patient not 
desperate. Unfortunately, he had no idea how to push 
Scully’s buttons in this context. If she even had 
buttons for this, they were so well concealed. He 
really could do with a manual. 

He was fairly certain that he’d managed to get her to 
re-evaluate his friend role, that she’d cross-referenced 
against her list of husband requirements. He must have 
a check box empty some where. He wished he knew 
what it was then he could try and do something about 
it. Well there’s one for a start Mulder, thinking its you, 
that you can do something about it. He thought for a 
minute, going with his first instincts was probably 
good, it probably was something about him this time, 
whether he could do anything about it was another 
matter entirely. Maybe he should ask. That would be a 
novel approach, might even catch her off guard. He 
thought about that a bit longer, then he grinned to 
himself, maybe he should beg that should really catch 
her off guard.

“Scully I need you to tell me what you expect from a 
husband?” 

“Expect? I thought you were showing me what you 
had to offer?” 

“Oh I am but obviously I‘d like to concentrate on 
those things that you think are important.” 

He dropped to his knees, her eyes widened in surprise. 
His hands stoked down her hips, down the outside of 
her thighs, over her knees, down to her ankles. It 
caused goosebumps and shivers of the pleasant 
variety. 

“Mulder?” 

“I mean do you like guys to grovel at your feet, lick 
your shoes?” 

“No!” 

He slipped her shoe off and started to kiss her feet 
while stroking her calf. 

“How about kissing your feet?” 

“Umm…” She hesitated not knowing how to answer, 
the truth being that in certain circumstances she would 
find that enjoyable but wasn’t sure she wanted to 
admit that yet. 

Rational Scully was broadcasting her usual rhetoric to 
the body, trying to talk calmly ‘Now is not a good 
time, there are things that need to be discussed, this 
should not go any further until the matter is sorted.’ 
The body parts nodded absently and continued to 
fidget restlessly. They wanted attention and they knew 
where to get it now. It was close, tingle, tingle, 
tingle…

Mulder removed the shoe from her other foot and 
started kissing it and stroking her ankle, fluttering the 
tips of his fingers up her leg. 

“Mulder” she said a bit breathlessly “we need… need 
to… talk” she managed to get out. 

“I’m trying to Scully. I’m begging here. Begging you 
to tell me what you want. Do you like you knees being 
kissed or licked or nipped?” He started kissing up her 
leg and proceeded to do all three up, around and 
down.

Scully’s libido inspected the make shift barricade at 
her door. She snickered and a pleased confident smile 
came over her face. She was feeling powerful enough 
to take on the world. Scully’s libido shoved the make 
shift barricade over nonchalantly, she crushed it under 
foot as she walked through the door and even stopped 
to pee on it contemptuously. She strutted out head and 
tail held high and posed momentarily before losing all 
semblance of dignity as she scampered off in the 
direction of Mulder’s libido.

“Begging’s good Mulder, I can cope with you 
begging.” God this was pathetically embarrassing. She 
didn’t remember her knees being erogenous zones, 
well not this sensitive anyway. Scully tried for some 
control pulling Mulder up.

He was trying to keep his face blank but his eyes 
danced and he slipped an arm round her waist. Inside 
he was a bit smug, he could stop this any time he 
wanted he thought to himself. He had his libido firmly 
in hand a brand new chain fastened to it. There would 
be no escape this time.

Scully was concerned, she hadn’t really meant it to 
get this far. She’d really meant to keep a holding 
pattern to give herself a bit of time to think without 
sending Mulder spiralling into rejection. Instead she 
seemed to be spiralling forward. Left to her own 
devices she’d be pulling away and back pedalling but 
her libido had other plans and it certainly did not 
involve pulling away. 

Scully’s libido was standing in front of Mulder’s 
libido behaving somewhat provocatively. She’d 
rushed in, licked his nose, yapped encouragingly then 
spun round waving her behind at him looking over her 
shoulder expectantly. Mulder’s libido was very 
receptive and was straining at the chain trying to join 
her. He was leaping up and down rushing backwards 
and forwards, barking furiously but to no avail. 
Rational Mulder held him firmly by the chain. 
Scully’s libido didn’t have an awful lot of time for 
strategy she could see the problem and she briefly 
scanned the horizon for easier pickings. Hmmm 
nothing specific and this one was awfully cute and 
incredibly willing if not to say eager judging from last 
time. She rushed up to Mulder’s libido, nipped him on 
the neck, scooted round him to run through Rational 
Mulder’s legs. She was closely followed by Mulder’s 
Libido who now had speed added to his force. As 
Rational Mulder was too surprised to let go of the 
chain, the inevitable happened and he was spun 
through his own legs resulting in him letting go the 
chain as he landed on his back. Rational Mulder raised 
his head to see two tails disappearing into the distance, 
he put his head back and groaned.

Sometime later, Scully’s Libido poked hopefully at 
Mulder’s Libido who was again lying on his back, 
legs in the air twitching. No response. Scully’s Libido 
gave a sultry stretch, thought food, turned once more 
to look at Mulder’s Libido before sauntering off.

As Rational Scully got control of the body back, she 
disentangled herself from Mulder and eased herself off 
the kitchen table. She couldn’t help smirking at 
Mulder’s exhausted condition, it helped alleviate some 
of the embarrassment she was feeling at her own 
actions and reactions. Her cheeks flushed with 
remembrance. Then her stomach growled distracting 
her from such thoughts. She glanced round the kitchen 
then snagged Mulder’s shirt hanging precariously 
from a chair. She put it on although it was huge on her 
but at least it still had some buttons left.

She turned back to the food she had been preparing 
then glanced back at Mulder. She’d cook enough for 
him. She’d always intended to but she’d tell him it 
was for services rendered, she thought with a wicked 
little gleam in her eye. He could tidy up the kitchen as 
penance first though. She glanced round the room 
again. God they needed to get control of this. The 
trouble was both their appetites were ravenous it was 
difficult not to bolt what was put in front of them. 

Mulder was just coming round as Scully put the 
casserole dish in the oven. 

“Come on Mulder. Wakey ,wakey.” She poked him 
for good measure. “I’m going for a shower you can 
clean up the mess you made down here.”

She turned and hurried out of the kitchen before he 
saw the shit eating grin on her face that she just 
couldn’t keep in any more. Mulder scowled after her 
retreating form. 

“I made?” he shouted after her. 

Then he glanced round the room. Oops. He’d swiped 
everything off the kitchen table in the…. in the…  
frenzy he had to admit to himself. So much for 
keeping control. Mulder eased himself off the table 
gingerly and went about tidying the mess. He’d 
promised tidiness for sexual favours hadn’t he. When 
he came to his boxers he realised he was still naked. 
The sexual haze was playing havoc with his mental 
processes. He really had to get his lust under control. 
Unfortunately just thinking about his lust for Scully 
had him… interested again. He could not quite say 
excited, it was too soon and he wasn’t nineteen any 
more but his brain was willing even if his body hadn’t 
quite caught up. 

This was like some hygroscopic compound out of the 
packet. Once it was out, it absorbed moisture built to 
twice it’s size and continued expanding and there was 
no way it was going back in the packet. The free 
sample was used up, there was no hope of going back 
and if he was honest with himself did he really want 
to? He grinned. Not likely but then it had been his idea 
in the first place. Unfortunately Scully seemed to be 
having doubts, seemed unsure. Everything had 
happened rather quickly. Scully could cope with 
change but only if it were planned and controlled. This 
rapid shift in their relationship would have unnerved 
her, she’d want space to restore her equilibrium. 
Unfortunately he didn’t need to hear Paul fussing to 
know she wasn’t going to get it. 

He thought about how he could give her a bit of 
stability. Something firm to stand on giving her a bit 
of time to incorporate the changes, maybe give him a 
little slack when he erred on the bachelor side. If 
marriage was teamwork then they should do well at 
this he just had to make sure she turned up for 
briefings and practice. She was definitely on the 
sidelines cheering but he needed her on the field, part 
of the team. Was it the wrong game? No she was 
definitely interested in this game. Not a team player? 
No he got the distinct impression that she did want to 
be part of a team. So the wrong team then? She’d want 
to be part of the winning team and having cast her eye 
over the players was unsure if the team could play 
well together. Sure they had their moments of 
brilliance but what was their stamina like for the full 
game? Well the free sample had worked time to move 
on. Small steps he reminded himself. Small steps.

End Part 4 of 5