TITLE:  Estrogen Frenzy 
SPOILER STATEMENT:  First Person Shooter.  Also for Biogenesis/6E/AF, as well as 
Millennium.  Tiny one for "Alpha" -- blink, and you'll miss it. 
RATING:  NC-17 
CONTENT STATEMENT:  MSR.  Smut.  PWP. 
CLASSIFICATION:  VR 
SUMMARY:   Post-ep for "First Person Shooter".  "You think taking up weapons and 
creating gratuitous virtual mayhem has any redeeming value? That the 
testosterone frenzy it creates stops when the game does?"  -- Dana Scully, FPS 
THANKS:  To Paulette & Robbie, for beta services, natch. 
  
Estrogen Frenzy 
by Brandon D. Ray 
  
She was still seething.  Even after three hours. 
Thank God that Mulder had agreed to do the paperwork this time.  That had 
allowed her to escape from FPS pretty much right away, and get out into the air 
and sunshine.  Away from the testosterone-drenched atmosphere of the gaming 
company.  Away from the hordes of men.  Away from Mulder. 
Especially away from Mulder. 
She'd done her best to project a world-weary air of disgust as she debated the 
situation with her partner -- and at least in her forebrain, she really did feel 
that way.  Phrases like "gratuitous virtual mayhem" and "testosterone frenzy" 
had fallen easily from her lips as they stood there arguing the point. 
The problem was that she wasn't as truly appalled as she wanted him to think she 
was -- nor was she as innocent of the world of "digital entertainment" as she 
had led him to believe.  Of course, her salad days in the arcades had been back 
in college -- Defender; Galaga; Missile Command.  God, she'd loved Missile 
Command.  She'd been good at it, too.  She'd beaten every guy in her dorm -- 
except, of course, for Tom Danforth.  And that had been deliberate. 
Who said she didn't have any feminine wiles? 
Scully thrashed restlessly on the lumpy bed in her room at their latest Best 
Western.  She'd tried everything she could think of to banish the memory.  She'd 
gone for a long drive after leaving FPS -- and Mulder -- behind, with just that 
goal in mind .... 
More than an hour behind the wheel, windows down, wind blowing in her face.  
Stop in at a Baskin-Robbins for a double scoop of triple fudge mocha swirl, and 
then hit the road again.  Finally back to the hotel; change into some sweats and 
go for a run, followed by a hard workout at the hotel gym.  At last, a long, 
cold shower, then change into her favorite blue silk pajamas and flop down on 
the bed, hoping to be able to sleep.  Needing to be able to sleep.  Believing 
that she'd wake up in the morning, and everything would be fine. 
She should have known better. 
Damn, but First Person Shooter had been a good game.  The situation had been 
serious -- deadly serious -- but that hadn't kept the adrenaline from pumping 
into her system.  She could still see it, every time she closed her eyes:  the 
ever-increasing swarm of attackers approaching behind a hail of gunfire.  Her 
own weapon practically purring in her hands.  Her enemies vaporizing in front of 
her.  And best of all, Mulder crouching behind her. 
Helpless. 
There was no point in denying it, at least in her own mind.  Much as she had 
been genuinely concerned for his safety before she entered the game, once she 
was there she'd found her role as Mulder's defender to be ... exciting.  There 
was really no other word for it.  All those women wanted to get to him, but they 
were going to have to go through *her* to do it -- 
Scully shook her head in frustration, and tried to push the thoughts and 
feelings away.  That wasn't what it was about, and she knew it.  It was just a 
glitch in the programming, she told herself firmly.  That was *all* it was, and 
it was ridiculous of her to personalize it in any way. 
God, it had felt good, though. 
Which was why she'd had to get out of her partner's presence as soon as it was 
over.  Outwardly, Mulder had been the one who was revved up over the experience, 
while she had maintained her usual cool, detached exterior .... 
Inwardly, though, it was another story.  Even after they'd left the game, Scully 
had felt her entire body trembling with excitement -- and being in Mulder's 
presence had only made it worse.  Every time she looked at him, even after they 
both had changed their clothes, she kept seeing him in that tight, erotic VR 
combat gear.  And every time he looked at her, she could feel the heat in his 
gaze, until it was all that she could do to keep herself from responding in a 
way that he couldn't possibly misunderstand. 
That would have felt good, too. 
Things had been simmering between them ever since her return from Africa.  It 
was true that neither of them had said anything clear and overt -- but why on 
earth should she expect *that*, at this stage of their relationship?  He'd 
called her his touchstone and his constant, and she damned well knew what he 
meant -- just as she knew exactly what *she* was saying when she returned the 
sentiment a few seconds later.  The sweet, chaste, definitely-more-than-platonic 
kiss on New Year's Eve had simply added fuel to the fire. 
Now she felt as if someone had suddenly poured a bucket of gasoline on that 
aforementioned fire. 
And of course, Mulder chose that precise moment to return to the hotel.  Scully 
found herself sitting up in bed, staring at the wall separating her room from 
his, even as the sound of his door opening and closing still echoed in her mind. 
 And in the next instant she was on her feet and heading for the connecting 
door. 
If it had been possible for Dana Scully to believe in possession or out-of-body 
experiences, she might have believed that was what was going on at that moment.  
If it had been conceivable for her to think, even for a second, that a computer 
program could take over a living human being's consciousness, she might have 
accepted *that* as an explanation.  If she hadn't been so damned aroused that 
she could barely walk, she might even have devised a sensible, reasoned theory 
to account for it all. 
But those things weren't true. 
Not any of them. 
She felt energized.  Powerful.  Determined.  The blood was coursing in her 
veins, her heart was pounding in her chest, and all she could think about was 
the man waiting for her on the other side of that wall.  The man who she had 
kept at arm's length for seven long, lonely years, but who had recently made it 
abundantly clear that he was as tired of waiting as she was.  And by the time 
she reached the door linking her room to his, she had already stripped off all 
of her clothes. 
The door was unlocked on both sides, of course.  This was a practice they'd 
adopted so long ago that Scully could no longer remember when it had started.  
It had been convenient many times over the years; now it would serve an even 
better purpose. 
Mulder was seated on the end of the bed, wearing only his boxer shorts, when she 
stepped into the room.  So comfortable were they with each other that he showed 
not the slightest sign of surprise or discomfort when he heard the door open.  
They were in many ways like an old married couple, she mused, as she crossed the 
small intervening space between them.    And if that was true, then it was 
damned well time they had their consummation. 
Her partner's eyes widened in apparent surprise as he finally looked up from the 
file he was perusing and saw her standing naked before him.  He opened his mouth 
as if to speak, and she just knew that he was about to say something stupid, 
such as asking her what she was doing there, or why she wasn't wearing any 
clothes.  And so she wasted no time in pushing him back on the bed and throwing 
herself on top of him. 
To Mulder's credit, it didn't take him long to adjust to the new situation.  
She'd only been kissing him for a couple of seconds when his lips parted to 
admit her tongue, and in the next instant his hands found a useful occupation in 
stroking her back from shoulders to hips. 
She still wanted more, of course, and she ground her pelvis insistently against 
him in an effort to inform him of her need.  She felt his erection pressing back 
against her -- and dear God, it felt good.  He still wore his boxers, of course, 
and that muted the sensation, just a little.  That one article of clothing was 
going to have to go, she thought.  But not just yet.  At the moment, her hands 
were too busy exploring his chest and shoulders. 
At last she broke the kiss, and as she pulled her head back a bit she was 
gratified to see a wildness and passion in Mulder's eyes that matched her own 
emotions exactly.  She'd taken him by surprise, but only with her timing.  
They'd both been ready for this for months. 
She dived down on him again, this time finding his neck and shoulder with her 
mouth.  She tasted and nibbled at his heated flesh, breathing in his scent as 
she caressed him with her lips and tongue.  And all the while she continued the 
grinding motion with her hips, pressing herself against him and driving them 
both into a frenzy of arousal. 
This was so much better than shooting up a bunch of virtual targets.  Scully 
remembered this, now; she remembered what had happened *after* she lost the 
championship game of Missile Command.  That had been one of the best nights of 
her life, sexually speaking -- and this one was already shaping up to be even 
better. 
Because, of course, *this* time she'd *won*. 
Scully moaned with pleasure as Mulder's hands slipped between their bodies and 
found her breasts.  It had been so long since anyone touched her there; so very 
long.  The fact that her bout of celibacy had been self-imposed hadn't made it 
any easier to bear, and now she was more than ready to be bringing it to an end. 
 And if Mulder kept pinching her nipples that way she was going to explode. 
Jesus, he'd better not stop. 
He did stop, but only to replace one of his hands with his mouth.  Scully arched 
her back and cried out as his lips closed around her nipple.  Oh, *God*, this 
was good; it was so good she could barely stand it.  She'd watched that mouth 
for years, she'd fantasized about that mouth, but she'd had no idea it could be 
*this* wonderful, this amazing. 
And then, suddenly, she *couldn't* stand it anymore.  She pulled back from him, 
supporting herself by placing her hands on his chest and noting absently that it 
was heaving as much as hers was as they both gasped for breath.  The look on his 
face was just too erotic for words, and Scully realized that she was licking her 
lips as she allowed her gaze to wander across his features. 
And it was time to do this.  She raised herself up a little higher and balanced 
on her knees as she reached down and with some difficulty lowered his boxers 
down off his hips. 
God, he was impressive.  She'd suspected that he would be, but having 
intellectual knowledge of something and being confronted with it in the flesh 
were two entirely different things.  Shit, there were no words for this.  There 
simply weren't. 
Mulder must have thought so, too, because suddenly he was holding on to her hips 
and lowering her down onto him.  The tip of his cock brushed against her center, 
causing her entire body to shiver -- and then Mulder found her entrance and he 
was sliding inside her. 
All the way inside her. 
It felt so damned good, Scully thought she was going to cry. 
For a breathless moment, after they were fully joined, they both held perfectly 
still.  She realized that her eyes were shut; now she forced them open again and 
looked down, to see her partner's face twisted in an expression of passion.  
There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his hands were gripping her hips 
so tightly that it almost hurt.  The moment stretched on and on, as Scully tried 
to assimilate the feelings that were assaulting her senses.  Then, suddenly, he 
began to move .... 
And there was nothing slow or gentle about it.  Scully gasped in surprise, and 
then pleasure, as Mulder's first thrust rammed home.  He was filling her and 
stretching her, stimulating nerves and muscles that for too long had felt 
nothing but her own fingers or a vibrator.  In a matter of seconds she had 
matched his rhythm, and then they were moving together, pushing each other 
higher, goading each other to move faster, harder, deeper .... 
Scully stretched herself across him again, and wrapped her arms around his neck 
as she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder.  She could hear Mulder 
grunt with each upward thrust, the sound mingling with her own breathless cries. 
 She was going to be sore in the morning, but she just didn't care; she was 
already so very close .... 
And then, suddenly, she was there, and the orgasm was rolling over her and 
through her in relentless waves of ecstasy.  She felt her vaginal walls 
contracting around him, trying to pull him deeper inside, and then Mulder's cock 
seemed to swell as he gave one more frantic thrust, and she felt a beautiful 
warmth spreading through her, filling her, suffusing her .... 
Eventually, Scully drifted back to a normal state of consciousness.  She was 
still lying on top of her partner, her head resting on his chest, her hands 
lighting clutching at his shoulders.  His arms were wrapped around her, holding 
her gently but firmly. 
"Hey, Scully."  Mulder's abrupt whisper dragged her out of the drowsy haze, and 
she lifted her head and turned to look at him.  "I had no idea you were so 
good."  She raised an eyebrow at him, and he smirked a little.  "Video games, 
Scully.  I'm talking about video games.  Still, you made some mistakes.  You 
ought to come over sometime and I'll show you how it's really done.  Maybe put 
down a few side wagers," he added with a leer. 
Scully smiled, and reflected that sometimes there was an advantage to being 
enigmatic. 
  
  
Fini