This is part two of this fictional attempt to resolve the UST* between Mulder and Scully. If you missed last week’s installment, need a refresher, or simply would like to “rub one out” to the mental image of Scully in pigtails, please reference The Prelude and Part One. Now resuming…

Scully managed to grip the telephone, despite the fact that she had involuntarily started trembling at the unexpected sound of Mulder’s voice. A jagged silence fell over her, and a prickly feeling raised the hair on the exposed nape of her neck. She felt her heart pounding, and her breathing so shallow she became lightheaded.

“This is a creepier feeling than I’ve ever gotten running from Mulder’s paranormal demons, including that damn El Chupacabra,” she thought desperately as she felt her chest thumping. “This call needs to end, and it needs to happen fast. Focus, Dana.”

She slipped back into Kiki’s up-all-night personality, and as such, she leaned back in the swivel chair in a most provocative manner/ Propping her tiny feet on top of the desk, Scully adopted the sultry tone of a well-practiced phone sex operator. “What can I do for you tonight, Marty?”

Her heart skipped yet another beat as Mulder released one of his dry, sardonic laughs. Hopelessly-attractive laughs at that. “Funny you ask that, Kiki. I thought it was self-evident when I rang you, but now even I am not sure.”

“Yes, Marty, most people that call a phone sex line do have a specific reason.” She managed to keep back most of the sarcasm from dripping into visibility. Rolling her eyes, Scully tried to pinpoint exactly why Mulder’s obsession with porn irritated her. “What fantasies do you favor – hard or soft-core, lesbians, busty women, interracial, role-play… Whatever you want, Marty, just give me the signal and it’s ON.”

“I realize that possibility, believe me. You know, I’m not even sure why I called tonight, at two fucking o’clock in the morning. Force of habit, I guess…I’m…just…not “into it” tonight.”

Scully was perplexed at the tone of resignation in Mulder’s voice, and the late hour didn’t help her ability to empathize with the jack-off types. “So what are you saying, Marty? Do you have trouble getting it up or what?” Her hand rushed to cover her mouth, but the words tumbled out faster than her reflexes were performing.

“NO! I mean yes. Er..” Mulder’s flustered tone brought a smirk to Scully’s full lips. He stumbled on, “I mean, of course I can. But that isn’t what I’m needing at the moment.”

Scully closed her eyes as she wondered what Mulder needed, and she pictured him at that moment. In his T-shirt and boxers [aliens on them?] on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, and he was likely feeding his disgusting habit of eating sunflower seeds with the shells intact. She knew that this tone of voice was one he used only when upset or disturbed, and guilt nagged at her for invading Mulder’s privacy in this way. At this point though, how could she stop the call?

“Marty, do you just want to talk?” Scully shifted slightly and listened for his response.

“Do you mind?” his voice lowered a bit, but she could hear his relief.

“No, not at all, you sexy beast. Although I’d rather tell you about what you need to do to me. What’s on your mind?”

“Um… nothing really.” Mulder let go another uncomfortable laugh.

She continued in her more-whispery voice, “It is pretty evident that you’re troubled about something.”

“Am I?”

“Mm-hmmm. I talk to a lot of guys everyday Marty. I hear the most intimate of sounds, and the most disgusting of thoughts. I can tell when something’s wrong. Now just spill it to Kiki, and you’ll feel so much better.” She couldn’t believe this. What was she saying?

“You’re very straight-forward, aren’t you?” Mulder sighed in a mixture of relief and resignation. “You want the truth or some pervert response?”

Scully thought about this. Did she really want to know? “Truth, why not?”

“Yeah. Okay, this is the thing. I work myself into the ground. I rarely get any time off, shit, I rarely desire time off. I’m very dedicated to my work…and I’m very dedicated to the people I work with.”

Scully listened intently as he went on, twisting a pigtail in her hand. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement in her chest, as well as down below. She was actually flirting with Mulder.

“And I suppose I’m lonely,” he continued, his voice groping to find the words, “When I’m not at work. I really don’t have a lot to do, or anyone to do either. Not really anyone to talk to for that matter.”

Scully felt incredibly and inexplicably affected by these words. She knew he was talking about her. She remembered a recent rare weekend off. She’d gone to Pennsylvania to visit family, and she hadn’t even been gone an entire day when he’d called her on the cell-phone. And then a day later, he’d called again. If he ever someone to talk to, needed her, he could call her. He could always call her.

“Hey, uh, Marty?” Scully threaded the fingers of one hand into the phone cord and continued using her other fingers to coyly twist the pigtails, “Why’d you call this place?”

Mulder paused, confused. “Excuse me?”

“You really don’t sound like any of the other perverts I’ve talked to here. It’s odd, but you sound like a perfectly nice guy. Why on Earth are you calling a phone sex line at this hour?”

For almost a full minute, there was nothing but dead air at the end of the line, with the exception of a faint tapping on a surface. He was tapping his thumb on the coffee table. She’d seen him do it several times on the steering wheel while he was driving, while he was deep in thought, or nervous about something. Scully kept pushing her fingers further into the phone cord, wishing instead she was running her hands over his back as he moved over her… Oh Fox…

She snapped to attention when she heard him deeply sigh, the sound of which sent a chill down her spine.

“Well, the truth is, since I work a lot, I really don’t have a lot of women in my life. And the few that there are, or have been, well…” His voice was a raspy whisper, almost as though his breathing was non-existent.

“But you do have women in your life,” Scully leaned back in the chair thinking of that bitch ex-girlfriend from Scotland Yard and that vampire slut. “Tell me about them.” She knew this was bad. Dana, what are you doing?

“Well, there’s my mom, but she’s not really talking to me right now…There’s Samantha, my sister, but she’s long gone. And Scully, of course.”

“Scully? Another sister?” Again with his dry laugh. Hang up, Dana. Before this goes too far, hang up. But she couldn’t stop. “A lover perhaps? Tell me about her.”

*UST is short for Unresolved Sexual Tension, of course. The characters of Mulder and Scully are the respective property of Chris Carter, and all resemblances are PURELY COINCIDENTAL. TO BE CONTINUED…