TITLE: Beltway Musings
AUTHOR: jeri
E-MAIL: jeri@kronerxf.net 
WEBSITE: http://www.themajestic3.com/jeri.htm
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: SR
KEYWORDS: PWP, MSR
SPOILERS: Zip. Zilch. Zort.
ARCHIVE: Ephemeral/Gossamer - yes
         KTF/Enigmatic Dr. - yes
         Legacy/Touchstone - yes
         Others - with permission
STARTED: September 7, 2001
FINISHED: September 8, 2001

SUMMARY: Stuck on the Beltway, late to work. What's a 
couple of horny FBI agents to do?

**DISCLAIMER: Nope. Nyet. Non.

NOTE: ::hangs head in shame:: I double posted on IWTB. 
Punishment, thy name is smut...

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It would figure that the Beltway would be the most backed 
up on the one day that they were running late due 
to...shower troubles.

"Scully, we shoulda just called in sick today," Mulder 
groaned as he moved the car another whopping five inches 
down the road.

There was no reply from the passenger seat. He like to tell 
himself that she was too horny for civilized conversation.

Sexus interruptus: that was the result of the morning's 
unfortunate burst pipe. A quick call to his landlord had 
confirmed the fact that there was no chance of resuming the 
shower for at least two days.

So they left the soap in their hair, so to speak, and 
prepared for a few days at her humble abode. Then it was 
off to work.

But the soap was still there.

And now, into the twenty-eighth stand-still minute of the 
God forsaken Beltway, the soap was beginning to burn their 
eyes.

"Scully?" he ventured again. "It's not too late. We can 
tell Skinner we're off on a case; the 302's in the mail. 
Then the stupid Post Office can have problems, and by that 
time it won't matter..."

"Mulder." Her voice was calm, soft, but firm. "If you don't 
shut up right now, I'm going to come from just listening to 
you talk."

Well. He hadn't expected that.

A sly grin spread across his face. Setting his vocal chords 
to 'bedroom' he said, "And what's so wrong with that?"

She took her time before answering. "Because if I do, then 
I'll feel guilty for leaving you in a...situation. And I 
don't want to feel guilty today."

"Who says I'd have to be left in a...situation?" He kept 
his eyes on the dead line of traffic ahead of them.

"Mulder! We're surrounded by cars! I'm not doing...*that*."

He turned his head finally, enjoying the faint blush that 
adorned her cheeks. "Why Agent Scully! I never suggested 
such an action!"

"Bullshit." She paused for a moment, then added, "And 
*please* shut the hell up!"

"What, you don't want to hear me wax poetic about the way 
your cheeks turn the most delicious shade of pink when 
you're embarrassed?" Her hands quickly leapt to cover her 
face, and Mulder chuckled. "Not *those* cheeks..."

She smacked him.

"Ooo, the lady is angry. That suits me just fine. It's just 
one more thing I get to...talk about..."

"You do realize," she said, coolly, "that you've sucked the 
mood right out of this car. I'm no longer...on the brink."

"Well!" he said cheerfully, "I guess that just makes my job 
a little more difficult!" She rolled her eyes, but didn't 
tell him to stop again. Excellent.

"You know what really turns me on? When you try to pretend 
that I don't affect you. Like when we're squished together 
in an elevator at work. Or when we have an early morning 
meeting with Skinner -- much like today -- and we had a 
nice little morning jaunt that still has you tingling all 
through the meeting."

He chanced a glance her way. Her color was deepening again.

"Now, I wonder what turns *you* on...well, I know that my 
devilish good looks have something to do with it, but 
there's gotta be more..."

An eye roll.

"You like to hear compliments. You didn't get so many as a 
child, and your previous romantic conquests were too full 
of themselves to realize what an amazing treasure they'd 
uncovered. Even I have been a little lax in that department 
over the years. So on the rare occasion you get one, it's 
an exciting moment. And when it comes from your lover, 
well, that's just extra special.

"So...let's test my theory, shall we? You, my love, are so 
amazingly beautiful when you're aroused. Your blue eyes can 
brighten my darkest of days. One single, smoky gaze -- yes 
a gaze -- will instantly bring me to the brink, and it 
takes everything in my power not to thrust into you right 
then and there and share all my love for you with you. And 
when I know that you're on the brink with me..."

"Mulllllderrrrrrrr..." She was gone. Gone was the seat 
belt. Gone was his seatbelt. Gone was her nervousness about 
everyone around them being able to see. Fuck 'em if they 
can't take a fuck.

Knowing she couldn't make it through the entire day, she'd 
dressed for this occasion. Sans pantyhose and panties, she 
quickly was ready to take him in. He, also anticipating 
some on-the-job nookie, had opted to freeball for the day. 
It was a simple matter to unzip and sheath her onto his 
rock hard cock.

Using the little leverage they had in the small space, they 
thrust against each other, knowing that it wouldn't take 
long to finish the morning's shower activity. Their mouths 
fought for control, tongues slipping wetly together.

"God Scully..." and "Jesus Mulder..." and "Ooohhhhhhhh" 
and...

*THUNK*

They jolted in their seat, shocked at the sudden bump from 
behind. Scully peered past Mulder's headrest, and frowned 
as she realized that the car behind them had rear-ended 
Mulder's.

"Shit," she muttered. She moved back into the passenger 
seat, and they rearranged themselves. Mulder reached into 
the glove compartment and pulled out his insurance papers. 
After one last check in the mirror, they stepped out of the 
car, preparing to meet the person who'd interrupted their 
coupling.

The glare of the morning sun prevented them from seeing the 
driver until he stepped out. A moment later, he did.

And they were standing face to face...with Walter Skinner.

"Rough morning, agents?"

THE END

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NOTES: I gotta thank Maeve for this one *g* She found a 
blurb in Cosmo about a pair of co-workers getting it on 
on their way to work, when they were rear-ended by their 
boss. Maeve sent this to Liz, who decided she didn't want 
to use it, and passed it on to me :) And thanks to Brie for 
staying up past her bedtime to make sure it was smutty 
enough :)

Punishment, complete. *g*