Title: Shut Up, Mulder Author: David S. nakedmanatee@yahoo.com Website: www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy Rating: NC-17 Keywords: MSR, H Disclaimer: Sometimes I like to run around in my underwear singing "Come On Eileen" at the top of my lungs. Oh, not that type of disclaimer. Ok. Well. The X-Files is owned by someone other than me. I am not trying to profit off of them. Special thanks to Chris Carter as I steal a snippet of dialogue directly from the pilot. Forgive me. Summary : Mulder and Scully go on a stakeout in rural backwoods Virginia. Scully gets her man. Archive: Yeah, what do I care? Archive away, you crazy kids! But let me know so I can impress my friends. Notes: This story takes place sometime in season 7 before DD went bye-bye. You really don't have to have any knowledge of previous eps to enjoy this story. (Although alcohol might help.) Thanks to Satina for being my beta. She graciously translates "David-speak" to something resembling the English language. Ye gods, I feel sorry for her. I'd like to dedicate this story to Satina and Shannon. Their love constantly inspires me and drives me insane. (In a good way.) Thanks, guys. Spoilers: None, can you believe it? Feedback: Oh please, couldja???? nakedmanatee@yahoo.com ......................................... They had been together for seven years. Seven chaste years. That doesn't just happen. It killed Scully to think that Amy Grant was getting fucked more than she was. Marie Osmond? Some lucky Mormon stud probably went down on her, say, three times a week. Kathie Lee Gifford? Ok, probably not by Frank, but that's why she has all those personal trainers. Until Virginia. All the walls, torn down. All the rules, thrown out. And it happened on a stakeout. A stakeout! Well, not a *real* one. One of Mulder's, 'C'mon Scully, let's waste your weekend' stakeouts. Damn. They were parked on a long stretch of dirt road out in the middle of nowhere. Dusk was setting in and she had to wonder what the fuck she was doing out here. Well, ok. She stole a glance of him, sitting there in the driver's seat, putting a sunflower seed up to those lips of his and she knew why she had come out here. And those 501s. She hardly ever got a chance to see him in 501s and that was truly a shame, she thought, because they looked like they were made for him. She took a sip of her obscenely large fountain drink that Mulder had insisted on buying because they might just be out here all night. She went along with it, because, hey, they might just be out here all night and that didn't sound like a bad thing. But she had to hold it the whole trip because they just don't make cup holders that big. "Mulder." He was looking out the window and she used the opportunity to look at the way those jeans fit snugly around his thighs. "Mmmmm." He took the shell of his sunflower seed and tossed it out the window. A crow looked at him curiously. He looked over to her and she jerked her head up to make eye contact. She blinked and smiled and he looked at her a little bit strange. "What are we looking for? Tell me again." She felt annoyed and slightly turned on at the same time. It felt good to be this close to him for so long. Maybe that's why she couldn't say no to a road trip with him. "Patsy Cordova, Scully. She's wanted in three states for robbing fast food restaurants. And this is the fascinating part, Scully. You see, she will only rob at certain times of the..." Blah, blah, blah. Drone on, Mulder, drone on. Like anyone has to tell you. Goddamn, he is a fine lookin' man. Just nod every now and then Dana. Look at that smile! Those lips. What would he do if she kissed them, she thought. Would he kiss back? Could he use them for anything but jabbering on about stupid case files? Mmmm, lick them. Lick those lips. "Isn't that interesting?" he said. "I mean, squirrels!" He paused, looking at her. "Scully, c'mon, you haven't said a word. You gotta admit I'm right on this one." Mulder absentmindedly licked his lips and Scully shifted in her seat. "Uh... I don't know Mulder. I mean, you're... basing your theory on unsubstantiated evidence and hearsay." Oh, good one! "And squirrels! Come on!" "I don't see how you can say that! You've seen the case file, haven't you? Sometimes I think you don't even listen to me." "What was that Mulder?" He tried to shoot her a disapproving look, but the fact that Scully made a funny was just too good. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! We've been in this car too long, Mulder! And it's getting dark. I don't think we're going to find your squirrel woman any time soon." "Well, that's where you're wrong Scully. Let me tell you about the nocturnal habits of Virginian squirrels..." Oh fuck. There he goes. He could be at this for *days*. Man, he looks good in those jeans. Am I drooling? she thought. Does he ever think of *me* this way? Maybe if the conversation is steered towards sex... "Mulder..." "Mmm-hmmm." "This *is* really stimulating, but there really is only so much I can hear or say on the subject of squirrels." She pat him on the shoulder and left her hand there about two seconds too long, then removed it. He licked his lips again. "Well, what do you wanna talk about?" Scully pretended to think, knowing exactly what she wanted to talk about. Fuck, she knew exactly what she wanted to *do* if he'd shut up enough to let her do it. How do you seduce a man who is completely self-absorbed? "Let's talk hypothetically." "Hypothetically," he repeated. "Hypothetically. Name the top five celebrities that you would do, if given the chance." Mulder swallowed a seed and started choking. Scully tried to suppress the laughter as he spit the seed and it flew out the window towards a tree. "Mulder, are you all right?" She did the hand on the shoulder thing, taking full advantage of her comforter role. "Yeah. Ahhhhemmm. Yeah. It's just." He tilted his head. "Scully," he said, mildly shocked. "I didn't think you'd want to talk about sex with me." "We're both adults. Your secret fantasy about Estelle Getty is safe with me." "Bea Arthur. It's Bea Arthur!" He ran his fingers through his hair, deep in thought... either about what she was saying or perhaps Bea Arthur. "Well, Mulder. You wanna play?" Say yes. Please. "Yes. Why not?" He smiled a little nervously. "Ok," she said. "I'll go first." She stared out the window. "Ok, ok. I got it! John Cusack. I had a major crush on him in college. Those lips..." "John Cusack. Are you sure you're just not in love with Lloyd Dobler?" Mulder asked. "Well...that's a legitimate question, Mulder. And it's part of it. But I also liked him in 'Grosse Point Blank'. It's a combination of things. You know Mulder...your lips are kind of similar to his." "You think?" He touched his lips. "Really?" Mulder, I'm hitting on you, she thought. That's a major come-on, here, Mr. Vain. "Wow, thank you," he said. She sighed. "Ok. You." He started to speak and she interrupted him. "No porn stars!" His mouth shut and he paused to rethink. "Ok, I got it. You ready? Katie Couric." "HAAAAAA! HAAAAA!" She buried her face in her hands and her laughter turned silent as she rocked back and forth on her seat. "What?" Mulder said. "Katie's fine. Have you seen her lately?" "Huuuuuuuuhhhhh....ahhhahhahhha! Oh! Mulder. Mulder. What do you like about her?" "Well, I like the way she dresses... I like her hair... She seems smart, opinionated, but caring too. I don't know. She just turns my wheels. Ok. You. You." "Al Roker." "Ok. That's not funny. Al is all mine. Him and Katie. I'm sorry." "All right, all right... if you insist. I would go with... Noah Wyle." Mulder lowered his eyebrows. "The kid? Off of E.R.? He's a little young for you don't you think Scully?" "He's not that young. I have this fantasy where we're both working in the same hospital..." "OH!" Mulder nodded. "Doctors. I should have known," he said a little bit hurt. "Plus I like his face. He's got a good face. Kinda reminds me of you actually." Work with me here Mulder. "Really?" Smack. I wanna smack him. "You think I have Noah Wyle's face? Wow." First I want to hit him, then I want to kiss it better. Look at the way that drop of sweat is ready to curve down his face. I want to touch his face so bad. "Ok, your turn again...Noah." "Oh god, let me think. Oh. Yup. I got it. Hillary Clinton. She's got legs....mmmmm fuck... I could spend *days* kissing those legs. I don't know what the hell Bill was thinking." "Not Janet Reno?" Scully asked innocently. Mulder shot her a toothy grin. "Too intimidating. I don't think I could handle the Reno." "But Hillary isn't intimidating?" "No, no... She's strong. But there's a vulnerability there... which I like in a woman." His eyes locked onto Scully's to let her know who he was really talking about. "But Janet, I dunno. I think she might hurt me." "I think before this night is through *I* might hurt you," Scully said playfully. "Keep talkin'...Now you..." Scully looked out the window, not wanting to say. "C'mon..." She looked at him, then up at the ceiling, then back again. So embarrassing. "Ok. Ok. But you're gonna laugh." "Possibly." "Bill Clinton." "Holy shit, Scully! We'd both do Clintons! What are the odds?" He started giggling, working himself into a full throaty laughter. Scully caught the giggles from him and pretty soon they were both roaring. "HEEeeeheee...ohhh...ohhh Scully!" He rubbed the tears from his eyes and looked up. She still had her full wattage grin on, the one that always thrilled him. He drank it in, and his face glowed as if he had just received a reward for everything good he had done in his life. "We... we could do some wife-swappin'--" His voice trailed off towards the end as she brought her hand up to his cheek to catch a bead of sweat determined to make its arc across that beautiful face. So careful. She had been so careful not to do this. Not to touch him. They had always recognized these unspoken boundaries. They both knew well the consequences. Such a caress was no longer just a caress. It was as intimate as a kiss and it *felt* as soft as a kiss, even against his evening stubble. She watched his pupils dilate. His eyes went from bright humor to a vulnerability that he had always tried to keep from her. She had seen it from the corner of her eye on occasion and it made her heart speed faster. She kept the vision locked up tight in her memory like a treasured heart-shaped locket. This time, he didn't keep it from her. The tiredness melted away from his face. "Scully, we shou-" "Shut up," she whispered. "Just shut up." He leaned into her and she brought her face up to meet his, instinctively, without thinking. Their eyes closed and their lips met and Mulder let out a barely audible moan. Seven long years of wanting and not receiving...a desire indefinitely deferred... until now. Mulder put his hands on her face, kissing her lightly, as if she might crumble to dust beneath him. He breathed and kissed her harder, their tongues searching each other out, tentatively carefully, should we be doing this? Stronger, more sure, passionate... Good fuck yes, we should definitely be doing this! Hand on waist. Pulling her closer. Mouth on neck. Hot short breaths took the space between kisses. She felt him throwing away not only his self-control, but everything that had kept him from her... every worthless excuse, every single doubt that he had ever entertained...they had all clearly abandoned him. His face was different now. His eyes were dark and muddled, absent of everything but the reflection of her. She had dreamed of seeing this face, this "I need to be inside you, Scully" face. She let out a gasp and her eyes closed as he kissed her neck and breathed her name. "Scully." I love you. "Scully." You own me. "Oh, Scully." I'm yours. Mulder's tongue licked tiny circles up her neck to her earlobe. As he got closer, Scully thanked God that she had decided not to wear any earrings. He took the earlobe into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. She breathed audibly as he bit it softly. The edge of the tiny pain quickly turned into pleasure as he comforted it with his tongue. Hands on breasts, Mulder, hands on breasts, she thought, trying to will that left hand up from her waist. C'mon. C'mon! Scully arched her back slightly in her seat, trying to get his attentions upward to the white tank. It wasn't working... Mulder was holding onto her waist as if he might never get the chance again. And his tongue... his tongue was...licking... Jesus! Mulder, get the fuck up here! "Little higher," she said, feeling a bit drunk, despite the fact that all she had to drink was an iced diet Mountain Dew. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers again and his hand was not moving. "Did." Kiss. "You." Little bit longer. "Say." Mmmmmm... Incomplete sentences never felt this nice. Mulder apparently lost all interest in the question at hand. Keeping his mouth on hers seemed far more important. Scully grabbed him by the wrist, took his hand, and placed it on her right breast. He whimpered into her mouth and she responded with one of her own as he kneaded her breast in his hand softly. She stole a quick look down at his crotch, the erection threatening to burst out of his jeans, which might be painful when it collided with the other nearest hard object, the gear shift. Mulder's fingertips felt for the hardened nipple pushing through the cloth of her bra and tank top. His mouth followed the line of her necklace, his tongue kissing around it, going lower to her breasts. As he kissed oh so lightly, his fingertips circled playfully around the nipple, causing it become a little bit more erect. For a second Scully wondered if she was reacting *too* well, cursing herself for her body's shameless attraction and reaction to Mulder's touch. For a second, anyway. Mulder pinched, carefully, softly, the nipple under the cloth and she let out the tiniest of whimpers. The shock of pleasure went to her sex and she felt herself getting more wet for every second Mulder touched her. Goddamn. Goddamn. I cannot believe this. I'm going to fuck Mulder in the middle of the night on a stakeout. At the taxpayer's expense. And what's more...I don't think I care. The perp could walk past us and wave at this point and I think I would just shoo her away. Go away, you. Can't you *see* we're fucking? She could tell Mulder was getting uncomfortable squeezed up against her as much as he could without gouging himself in the thigh with the parking brake. She broke away from his kisses and her lips felt cold without his heat to keep them warm. He looked incredibly dazed. "Mulder...let me lower my seat." He nodded, zombie-like. She reached down below, between the seat and the car door, carefully avoiding the cheese doodles, found a switch and pulled up on it. Whooosh! The back of her seat lowered instantly and just like that she was now in a reclining position. Mulder loomed over her, a dopey smile on his face. "Hi," she said cutely. "Hi," he said back. The car was silent for a second as they looked at each other. "Get down here," she said. Mulder reached down below the seat and began desperately searching for the magical switch that would get him down to Scully. He knelt down lower, as if that would help, his face in the steering wheel now, his hand under his chair. "Mulder..." "Hang on. I've almost got it." He flashed her a quick embarrassed smile. "Still looking." She had a vision of him with his head stuck under the steering wheel. Finally, he sat up, looking pissed off. "Where did you find yours?" She had an odd worry that if he couldn't find something as simple as the recliner switch he might not be able to find her clit. She put it out of her head. "Um, right on the...you know...down there... There was this... Metal bar! Look for the metal bar!" He stuck his hand down there again, felt around, and then looked at her. "I don't have a metal bar." Scully stared at him, unbelieving. "That's impossible. Why would I have a metal bar and not you?" He sensed her growing irritation and began to frantically look for this hallowed metal bar anew. "Mulder." He stopped and looked at her, sure his lack of a metal bar had just made him a chaste man again. "Outside." He turned and looked out at the field. Nothing but trees, the moon, the stars, and a dirt road leading up to a cabin. "I don't see anything Scully. It looks totally deserted out here." She smiled. "I know." He continued to stare out the window, his brain trying to process information. The harder the erection, the slower the synapses seemed to fire. Then she saw his face change as he "got it." Mulder turned to her, the fire taking over his eyes again. "You mean..." "I do." She squeezed his hand. Mulder practically tore the door off trying to get out of the car. He wobbled the car door handle for ten seconds before realizing he had locked himself in. He unlocked the door, jerked the door open, and fell out on his ass onto the dirt road. Scully stood there in front of him with a bemused look on her face. "Haven't done this for awhile have you Mulder." Scully was trying very hard not to laugh. "What, you mean that isn't what you're supposed to do?" He lowered one eyebrow slightly in an attempt to look suave. "Well, shit. And here I thought..." Mulder pulled himself up and started to dust himself off. He stopped and gave her a long look. "What...what's the matter, Mulder?" she said, hoping to God that regret wasn't settling in. If he regretted kissing her, it would be the end of them...they both realized that. They would no longer be able to just be partners...not with the shadow of regret. Once released, her desire...her love...was not something that she could put back in her little box and lock up. She knew what it was like to kiss him. For a few minutes he had been hers. And God help her, there was no way back to 15 minutes ago. "It's just... I mean... look at you, Scully. I can't believe how beautiful you are." His face glowed with adoration. "I mean, yes, you're a beautiful woman. I think you know that. But just *knowing* you *want* me to kiss you, I--" "Mulder, I want you to shut up and kiss me *now*." He blinked several times. "Well, ok then." Mulder was there, his lips were there, his mouth on hers, where it belonged. The heat between them flared back as if it might never go away. She brought her arms up and around his neck. Both of his hands grabbed her by the waist tightly, and while his tongue met hers, he turned them both and pushed her back against the car. God yes, how long had she fucking waited for him to put his hands on her and move her, to shove her back against something and do something besides make silly useless innuendos...innuendos that held little or no promise of ever leading anywhere, just a cheap punchline to get her hopes up. Scully wanted to see that careful and playful reserve crash into flames, to see him lose all pretense of maddening indifference. She wanted him to need her...to drink her...to fuck her. Finally. He broke away from her mouth to get to her neck. He brought his left hand to the side of her throat and held it steadily while he kissed and sucked it, lightly and reverently, barely there. But his hand held on tightly as if everything in the world depended on it. "I've...been...wanting to..." Another incomplete sentence as Mulder forgot what he was saying and made a trail of kisses following her gold necklace down to her cleavage. Scully breathed in sharply as Mulder's free hand was on her breast. Oh God...god bless you Mulder, there's hope for you yet, you horny little bastard. "Off..." she whispered. "Help me..." He stopped kissing her for a second and his hand and hers were both pulling the white tank up and off her. You didn't have to ask Mulder twice. He threw it behind him and a tree branch caught it. The crickets stopped for a second, then resumed their melodic chatter. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, never taking his eyes off her. Mulder softly kissed her and she felt drunk with his touch, the bare skin of him almost too much too take. His arms were around her and his hands were trying desperately to unhook her bra. After a few seconds of unsuccessful tries, he stopped kissing her to focus, and then, like magic, he unhooked it. Mulder pushed the now loose bra straps down off her shoulders. Scully pulled one arm out of the strap and pulled the black garment off of her, freeing her breasts. He grabbed the bra strap and jerked it off her other arm and the black garment flew somewhere into more blackness. The moon shone darkly in his eyes and the light shining back off them looked like flames. He leaned in. The slight chill in the air on her nipples vanished as she felt his hot breath, and then his warm wet mouth on her. Her hands went to his head and her fingers ran gently through his silky hair. She moaned something and she realized it was his name as his tongue circled her nipple. He started out light and slow, so tenderly at first. Then she felt the rough flick of his tongue on her nipple and her body bucked, slightly. a wave of pleasure going straight from breast to pussy. Her grip on the back of his head tightened. Scully couldn't tell what he was doing with that mouth of his but she knew that she sure the hell didn't want him to stop. Mulder held her breast in his hand, pushing it up so his tongue could reach it better. Scully whimpered as he nibbled softly on the stiff nipple, grazing it carefully with the edge of his teeth. He would bite, barely, then comfort tenderly with his tongue in long, relaxing swirls. Jesus, Mulder... put your fingers between my legs and I'll come for you right here and now. She could feel the wetness between her legs and she couldn't help but rub them together shamelessly. Her sex muscles clenched at a cock that wasn't there. She could stand it no longer. She started undoing the buttons on his 501's with one hand on his pants and one around his neck to let him know she didn't want his mouth off of her breast. She hadn't undone a man's pants like this since, well, she didn't want to think about how long it had been, but determination and will took precedence over skill, and she undid them quite rapidly. His cock sprung out, still trapped behind his Calvins but looking a *whole* lot happier to be free. Now Mulder let out a moan as she grabbed his cock and squeezed it possessively. This belongs to me now, she thought. I have a feeling it always did. "Take..." she said. Mulder moved to her other breast, not wanting to ignore any part of her body. "Take..." God, since when did she lose the capacity for speech? His mouth formed an "o" around her nipple and he gently sucked on it, the force of his mouth tugging intensely at the erect nub. She felt that unbearable absence of Mulder down below and she gripped his cock once again. "Pants. Off. Now, Mulder," she barked. Now was not the time for complete sentences. He couldn't quite break away from her breast and she gave him little slaps on the back of his neck. "...Mmmulder..." Oh that's nice. Little bite. Oh! Her thighs squeezed together. What was I saying? His cock throbbed in her hand and she remembered. Slapslapslap. "Muh-Mulder. Take off your..." She breathed. "...your fucking pants." He stopped and looked at her dumbly. "It's a good thing," she enthused. He grinned, his brain catching up to him. "Yeah. Pants." He kicked off one shoe and it went flying off into the woods. He pulled the other one off and threw it over his head. Socks followed. As he tore off his pants, Scully was there, getting that blasted underwear off too. "Let me get a look at you," Scully said, kneeling in front of him. The dirt road was not conducive to impromptu blow jobs, and while she thought she might write her congressman about it later, for now, she had to bundle up Mulder's abandoned jeans under her. Not great, but hey, considering they were in Bumfuck, Virginia, it wasn't too bad either. She was now eye level with his stiff cock. "Hi," she said and Mulder squeezed a muscle and it bounced in the air for her. Scully couldn't help but smile at his trick. "It's been awhile since I've done this, Mulder," she said, looking up at him. She wrapped her hands around the base and he shuddered. "It's...been awhile...since I've had this...done..." His words faded to moaning as she took the tip of his rigid dick into her mouth. She flicked her tongue on the silky underside of his head and it only made her hungry for more of it. She took the length of him into her mouth, her tongue drawing hard little "s" lines up and down the underside of his shaft. Mulder's hands stroked her cheeks and ran through her hair. She loved the touch of his hands on her while she did him. The naughty little part of her wanted him to pull her hair, but maybe they could work on that later. Her tongue worked him over and she began to fuck him with her mouth, riding up and down the shaft in a steady rhythmic motion. She felt a little gag as she took more in, but it was slight and quickly forgotten. If Mulder had noticed he would have been concerned, but he was *gone*. She increased the rhythm, mouth- fucking him harder and faster. "....Ooooh...ohhhh..." he breathed between clenched teeth. " ....God....fuck.....Scuhhhh....OH!" Scully tasted the tang of pre-ejaculate and knew he didn't have a chance in hell of holding it in if she didn't stop. She was still deciding. "....Scuhhhhlyyy...don't....huhhhh... god...." He was whimpering now. She knew she could have him coming in seconds with a few flicks of the tongue, and while she was hungry for it, wanting to be the woman who made the always-in-control Fox Mulder lose it right then and there, she wanted him to fuck her even more, and she sure as hell didn't want to wait for him to get hard again. Her fingers tightened around the base to stave off the impending orgasm, and she gave one final rough swirl of her tongue then let him go. Mulder breathed in sharply as his dick bounced in the country air. He wiped the sweat off his brow and tilted backwards as if he might just fall on his ass again. "So, was that ok?" she said coyly. She grabbed both his hands in hers and he pulled her up into a standing position. He looked incredulous. "Fuck. Scully!" He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs out. "I mean, Scully. Fuck!" He backed her up to the side of the car. His hands were around her waist and he pulled her to him. He kissed her hard, his tongue back again with hers. Been gone too long, she thought. His fingers, warmed up after undoing her bra, easily freed the button on her jeans and down went the zipper. Suddenly, he broke away and twirled her around so her front was now facing the car door. Oh yeah, here we go. His hands gripped her around the middle and he kissed her shoulders. He quickly moved the hair from the side of her neck and put his face there. She felt the warm kisses in that magic spot where neck and collarbone meet. He flicked it with his tongue and she quivered. He reached around and cupped a breast in his hand and squeezed. His hands felt so right on her, rough and tender at the same time. Fingers gingerly sought out the sensitive center and began to tease, carefully, but sure. Mulder knew what he was doing now. He pinched and she moaned again. Mulder, you've got one hand free. My pants are undone. Shit, come on, honey. Jus' need a little focus, Mulder. She grabbed his free hand and placed it inside the front of her jeans. She couldn't see his face, but she knew by his sharp inhalation that he was pleasantly taken aback. It's ok, Mulder. You order me around enough on the job. Let's see how well you take direction. He made an "mmmmm" into her neck as his hand rested comfortably on the outside of her panties. He got his thumb around the edge of them and pushed the silky garment down enough to get his whole hand in. For a few seconds, breath was impossible on her part. She felt a finger graze her desperate center and she grabbed the car to keep from losing her balance. Mulder, the sneaky bastard, stopped, his finger had gone, where? And then, suddenly, she felt overwhelmed as his other hand pinched her nipple and she felt her frustrated pussy twinge. His finger came back to her slit, running lightly from top to bottom, then back again. Then, agonizingly, he stopped, cruelly taking it away. She gasped and made a tiny thrusting motion with her hips trying to get it back. She was vaguely aware of tiny kisses up and down from her neck to shoulder and the feeling of her breast caressed by his fingers. Focus, Mulder, focus. I can't take much more of this. As if he heard, his fingers tickled her wet hairs and one strong finger found the top of her slit and began pressing in ever so slightly. "....Oh!..." Oh Mulder. You found it. I love you. She instantly felt *hot*. Her breasts. Her sex. Her whole body. Damn. Fuck. She wanted him in her. It *ached* that he wasn't. "...Fuh...faster.." she managed to say. She felt the tip of his finger flick harder and her heart sped up to match it. Yessssss. You take direction very well, don't you Agent? "...Oohhhhh...GOD...uhhhhHHHHHHH..." Don't stop. Don't stop. I *order* you not to stop! "....uhhhhhHHHHHHHHH...." Oh god, Mulder. You're mine. You're mine. Fuck me! Mulder maintained his speed and Scully was suddenly drowned in an energy wave as the powerful orgasm rocked her body. "....OoooooHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHH...fuuuuuHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKK!" Her fingers clawed at the paint on the car and her body tensed up, frozen in time. She held the pose for seconds, basking in the wave, the feeling of Mulder's fingers against her, his lips on her neck. She relaxed, shivering, and let out a satisfied whimper. She could *feel* Mulder's smile on the back of her neck. "You...gonna...FUCK me...or what?" Scully said, leaning against the car. Wordlessly, Mulder spun her around. He knelt before her, trying to strip the jeans off her. "Boots...boots..." she murmured. She lifted her leg and he tugged on the black ankle boot and it slid off easily. Over the shoulder. Other one. He tore off her socks and god knows where they went. He pulled the jeans off her and let them drop onto the dirt road. The silk underwear followed. He was up and he pushed her back up against the car again. "I've wanted..." He let the sentence fade and his mouth met hers again. He tried to maneuver his cock into her, but their height differences didn't work to their advantage. He was too tall and she was too short. Mulder's dick tickled her abdomen. "Oh fuck, where are you?" he moaned, his face in her neck. "You're too tall Mulder..." she sighed. "Here...I've got an idea." She pushed him away and moved to the front of the car, arranging herself on the edge of the hood. "You want to fuck me here?" she said, playfully. Mulder swallowed and didn't say a word as he followed her, practically tripping over his own feet. That wouldn't have been good. Scully pictured poor Mulder's dick colliding with dirt and rock. That would take a *whole* lot of kissing better. She held onto the edge and braced herself and he was upon her. He pulled her closer, his hands on her waist. Damn this man loves holding me, she thought. His lips felt hot and good on hers. His cock was at the perfect angle now and Mulder was teasing her with it, touching her pussy just barely--- his finger technique-- with the tip of it. God it was wonderfully torturous, his silky cockhead just barely in her wetness, thrusting in and out so slowly it was barely a thrust at all. They both let out a moan as he slid his full length into her, slowly and deeply. He went as far as he could, then held it in her, both of them holding their breath, overtaken by the sensation. His chest was pressed up against hers and she could feel the rapid beating of his heart in sync with hers. He begin to fuck her, his rhythm starting out slow and steady. God, it felt amazing to finally clench her pussy muscles around his dick. She squeezed and Mulder moaned louder. Her whole body felt alive with *him*. He steadied himself with one hand firmly on the car, but he wasn't about to let go of her waist with the other one. He picked up the pace and Scully felt his thrusting coming harder and faster. No sooner was his cock almost out of her, he was slamming it back in, grunting loudly. "...Uuuuuhhhh...uuuuuuhhhhh..." She could get used to that sound. That sound that gave him over to her. No pride. No self. Just the light of the moon reflected in his eyes as he fucked her. "...Ohhhhh...god..."she whispered, her gold cross bouncing up slightly with each of his thrusts. "...Come...I...want you..." She clamped down on him with her inner muscles and he could take it no longer. He pounded into her deep and hard and Scully felt him jerk and throb as he came, his orgasm threatening to send her into another one of her own. He yelled, his eyes squeezed shut, his face looking as if it was in pain. "...UuuuuuuHHHHH....UHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHH...Scu-- uUHHHLLLEEEEE!" She felt him empty himself into her and it wasn't just his seed...it felt like his intensity, his passion...it felt like his very soul was throbbing deep within her. And she knew that things would *never* be the same. He belonged to her now. And she to him. She held him tightly as his body shivered, weak, but content. She reveled in the feeling of his head resting on her chest, and the only sound was that of their hearts thudding against one another. "Oh god, Scully. What happened?" Scully brought her hand around and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair. "We lost power, brakes, steering, everything," she said softly. "We lost nine minutes." Mulder blinked. "We lost what?" "Nine minutes. I looked at my watch just before you started fucking me and it was nine-o-three. It just turned nine- thirteen." "Scully." "Yes." "What you just said..." "Yes." "That was better than the sex." She started laughing at this--they both did--and Mulder gave her a kiss on the neck. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I always did." He rose up slightly, his face parallel with hers. "It's not something I have a say in, even. I just do. I didn't...think...I didn't think you could ever feel the same way...and I'm not sure I wanted you to. I love you too much. I'm not sure I'm worth it. But I can't change the way I feel...the way that every morning when I get up, it's to see you. Every stupid thing I say...it's to make you smile." "Oh, Mulder. Listen to me. You're worth it. God, you're worth it...I just wish you could see that." She paused, swallowing. "I don't...let people in easily. I was taught not to rely on anyone. But I rely on you, Mulder...despite myself. I need you to get up everyday to meet me...I need you to make your silly innuendoes and to throw weird cases at me. I *love* you, Mulder. God." The tears started to roll down her face and Mulder bent down and kissed them away. She smiled through the tears at the goofy romantic gesture and she knew there and then that there would be no obstacle that their love could not get through. Mulder jerked up with a start, his eyes narrowing. "Holy shit," he said. She looked up at him. "What? What is it?" His dick, now receding, slid out of her and she shuddered at the loss. Mulder pointed at his Calvins, now laying beside the road. She got up and turned around and looked. They were *moving*. "Gah!" A bushy tail popped out the leg hole. Then a squirrel head peeked out from the other end and looked at them quizzically. The critter then gripped the elastic waistband in its little mouth and scampered off with Mulder's underwear. "Hey...you...Um, hey!" he said, watching them disappear into the night. Scully started to laugh. She brought her hand up to her mouth to try and cover it but it was no use. "Yeah, well look over there." He nodded and a black crow was cawing and flying off with Scully's 38 dollar bra. "Why you little...!" she yelled at the bird. "Come back here!" She ran a few steps in the bird's direction, but it was outta there. "Mulder." She pointed at the tree where her shirt had hung. He turned just in time to see something furry pull the shirt off the twig and take it back into the woods. "The woodland creatures..." she said, thinking it over. "Are *stealing* our clothes." They both looked at each other, then looked out into the night. "WHY?" Mulder shouted to the sky. "Why indeed," she said. "Maybe it's a sign." He shrugged. "There's a blanket in the car. Wanna turn on the radio and make out?" "Ok," she said a little too quickly. Life with Mulder was never dull. He reached into the car and turned on the car radio. They laid the blanket on a grassy patch and curled up on it together, doing their best to keep each other better than warm. As they looked up at the stars, the radio soothingly played the theme from WKRP in Cincinnati. "Awwww, our song," she said and he kissed her. ................................. Feedback. Please! God, I'm not kidding! I gotta have it to live! Ain't too proud to beg. nakedmanatee@yahoo.com