Title : Battle Lines
Author : Kelly Moreland
k_a_moreland@hotmail.com 
Archive :Anywhere, just let me know.
Spoilers : FPS
Rating : NC-17
Category : RST/MSR

Summary : Crossing lines...
Feedback : is what keeps me writing.
k_a_moreland@hotmail.com

Disclaimer : In the big inning, CC *created* M & S, and the
fans saw that it was good. Then CC proclaimed 'Let them have
any fun, and I will sue you!' And the fans saw that this was
bad, and did it anyway. ;-)

Authors note : Tons of thanks to NyteJade for beta-reading.
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"You can stop smirking anytime now," Mulder grumbled from
the passenger seat of the car.

"I'm not smirking," Scully replied with a barely contained
grin.

"The hell you aren't," he snorted.

Scully's smile broadened a fraction, but she remained
silent.

"Will you stop gloating if I thank you for saving my ass,
yet again?"

"Mulder, I'm not gloating," she replied evenly.

He charged onward, not even hearing what she said.

"Well if it'll wipe that smug smile off your face, I'll do
it. Thank you, Scully. There, are you happy now?"

His shoulder was almost dislocated by the seatbelt, when she
slammed on the brakes and whipped the car into an empty
parking lot.

"I never asked for a thank you!" She snapped, her eyes
blazing at him, "But since you brought it up, *you*, Mulder,
I *have* saved your ass. Just as you *have* saved mine. I
think it's a little late to start a scorecard, don't you?"

She wasn't shouting, but she wasn't far from it.

Mulder had to suddenly bite back a grin. He wasn't really
upset, his pride was just a little bruised. He had just
gotten his ass kicked by one woman, and rescued by another
one.

"Don't you?" She repeated the question a little louder.

"Yes ma'am." He said, struggling to keep his tone even.

Scully gave him a curt nod, and silently pulled back into
the street.

"Scully-Fu," Mulder mumbled quitely.

"What?" She jerked her head around to face him, making the
car swerve a little.

"Road!" He shouted quickly.

She turned her attention back to driving, cursing softly at
the distraction.

"What did you say?"

"I said, Scully-Fu."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She spared him a hard
glance.

"It means you kick so much ass that it hurts," he couldn't
keep from chuckling as he said it, "and before you take that
as an insult, believe me, it's not."

Scully didn't answer as she pulled into the driveway of
their motel.

"It sounds questionable," she said as she parked and turned
off the engine.

"It's a compliment, I assure you."

Scully got out of the car and shot him 'the look' before
slamming the door closed. She walked toward her motel room,
without glancing back.

"It means you can blow crap up with the best of us," he
called out from behind her, following right into her room.

"Well, I guess that's good to know, but Scully-Fu?" She
flopped down on the bed and kicked off her shoes.

"Scully-Fu. You own brand of kick-ass," he winked at her.

She lay back and sighed, stretching to release the tension
in her muscles.

"I'm sorry I ticked you off in the car," he said softly.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it."

"Now what is that supposed to mean?"

"Mulder," she groaned, propping herself up on her elbows,
"all it means is that you've made a side career of pissing
me off. I'm used to it."

"You sound as if I do it intentionally," the edge in his
voice became more pronounced.

"Are you telling me that you *don't*?" She quirked an
eyebrow up at him.

"Yes!" His face froze. "I mean, no. I do not set out to piss
you off."

She waved a dismissive hand toward him, and flopped back
onto the bed.

Mulder stared down at her for a long moment.

"I never you knew you had such a low opinion of me, Scully."

She leapt up, standing mere inches from him.

"I never said I had a low opinion of you!"

"You just did."

"I did not!" She laughed harshly. "All I said was that I was
used to it. Consider it a fact of Mulder. You do it without
thinking. It's one of the things that makes me love..." She
trailed off, but it was too late to pull the words back.

Mulder took a step closer to her, his face softening.

"Say it." His voice sounded strange, shaken.

She felt a heated blush creeping up her cheeks.

He grabbed her upper arms, holding her firmly.

"You know it, I know it, so say it," he whispered urgently.

"Love you," she answered, not able to meet his eyes.

His arms slid around her fast, and her breath was stolen by
his searing kiss. His lips pressured hers open, and his
tongue darted in, exploring, tasting, drinking her in.

When her tongue grazed against his tentatively, he groaned
against her mouth, and pulled her closer. Pressing her body
along his, from shoulder to knee.

He broke the kiss and drew a ragged breath.

"I love you too, Scully," his mouth covered hers again, more
feverishly this time and he became acutely aware of the
heat radiating between them.

Her arms encircled his neck, her fingers twining in the ends
of his hair and tracing across the back of his neck. He
pulled his lips from hers, and brushed them along her cheek
to her ear.

"Scully," he gasped, "Oh God... Scully." He kissed her neck
and nipped and path down to the collar of her shirt.

He loosed one hand from around her, and fumbled with the
buttons of her blouse. She placed her hand flat against his
stomach and felt it tremble beneath her touch. She pushed
him back gently, and he groaned at the separation.

"Mulder," she said softly.

"Yes," he sighed, reaching for her again.

"You need a shower, and so do I."

He looked at her, his eyes dark and passionate.

"You still have yellow paint on your face," she chuckled.

"Scully, so do you," he reached out again, but she stepped
back.

"I'm planning on remedying that right now."

She moved past him, unbuttoning her shirt on the way to the
bathroom. He stared after her in confusion, until she
glanced over her shoulder and said, "Coming?"

He nodded, tugging off his tie, as he watched her blouse
slide to the floor. He shed the rest of his clothes in
record time, dropping them in a pile as he heard the shower
start.

He walked to the bathroom just in time to see her step
behind the curtain.

He took a deep breath and the realization hit him.

*It* was about to happen. After all these years, after
countless fantasies, and her named gasped from his lips
during those countless fantasies. It was about to happen.

He pulled back the edge of the shower curtain, and stepped
in behind her.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up," she smiled
up at him, as she washed her hair.

"Part of me came into the shower a full minute before the
rest of me followed," he grinned, reaching around her and
picking up her soap.

He let his gaze take in the smooth length of her wet skin,
and soaped his hands quickly.

He started with her shoulders, pleased with the soft sigh he
heard as he lathered her skin. He gently massaged her
shoulders, squeezing and rolling the muscles underneath his
fingertips.

Scully rolled her head in a lazy circle, and moaned softly.
The sound sent an electrical charge racing through his body,
straight to his groin. He slowly worked his way down her
back, washing and massaging every inch of skin; ending up on
one knee behind her.

"Turn around," he said, startled by the rusty quality of his
on voice.

She complied, and he couldn't help but stare at her for a
moment.

He stood up slowly, and looked into her eyes before he began
washing her shoulders and arms. His fingers played along her
skin, memorizing every contour.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her hard nipples
between his slick fingertips. She shivered, and the
sensation seemed to flow into him as well.

He moved on to her ribs, his soapy hands rubbing circles
over the planes of her stomach, before he slid one between
her thighs. The heat against his fingertips was almost his
undoing.

He let one finger slide in between her folds, brushing along
the hard nub of her clit. She drew a sharp breath, as he
rubbed across it again, her hips tilting toward him.

He pulled his fingers away, and lathered them again, washing
her legs much quicker then he had the rest of her.

He nudged her back gently, under the spray of the water and
watched her rinse off.

"Your turn," she smiled, stepping around him easily.

He moved under the spray, and leaned his head back, wetting
his hair.

He bit back a growl as her small hands started washing his
arms and shoulders. He kept his eyes closed, and enjoyed the
feel of her hands all over his body.

"Wash your hair," she said softly, breaking him from the
daze, as her nails traced soapy patterns over his chest and
stomach.

He grabbed her shampoo, and poured some into his palm as she
reached lower.

He froze, then shuddered as her hand closed around his
throbbing erection.

"Mmm..." He moaned, unable to keep the sound contained.

Her slick hand glided along the length of his cock and the
other one cupped his balls gently.

The bottle of shampoo slipped from his hand and thudded to
the floor of the tub. He braced the empty hand against the
tile wall to steady himself.

"Hair, Mulder," she chuckled, squeezing him once before
releasing him.

He vigorously washed his hair; struggling to keep his wits
about him, as she knelt and worked her hands over his
thighs.

He rinsed his head quickly, and ran his hands over his face.
Trying not to look at her kneeling in front of him.

"Turn around," she said quietly, after soaping his legs and
feet.

He turned and braced his hands against the wall in front of
him, as she continued to bathe him.

"Hurry, Scully," he muttered as she worked her way up the
cheeks of his ass.

"Why? I'm enjoying this," she replied evenly.

"Because if you take much longer, I'm going to embarrass
myself, and I'd really rather not do that."

Her laugh was soft and warm and he smiled over his shoulder
at her.

"Almost done," she sighed, scratching her nails through the
layer of bubbles that covered his lower back.

He ducked his head and let the water pound against his neck
as she lathered the rest of his back, and his shoulders.

"OK, you can rinse now," she said, giving him a pat on his
ass.

He turned, and wasted no time in sluicing the soap from his
body as she stepped out of the shower.

"And where do you think you're going?" He called out,
shutting the water off.

"To wait for you on the bed."

Mulder grabbed a towel and hauled it over himself roughly,
following the sound of her voice.

He stepped from the bathroom and saw her; stretched out
naked on the double bed. He ran the towel over his hair
quickly, before tossing it into the steamy bathroom.

He walked over to the bed, never taking his eyes off her,
and lay down next to her.

He looked into her eyes for a long moment before kissing her
gently. One hand slipping down between her thighs, and
cupping her possessively.

She pulled his head closer, returning the kiss with a soft
whimper as he slid two fingers into her warmth.

"Mulder," she whispered, pulling away from his mouth, her
hips arching up toward his hand, "now."

He moved over her, settling his body between her thighs, her
legs wrapping around his hips.

"Scully, I love you." He sighed, his voice as shaky as his
body.

"I know, and I love you too. But I need you right now."

He groaned at her words, and arched his hips forward,
pressing against her, and into her. He thrust slowly, with
shallow strokes, until she began to meet each one in return.

The tension in her muscles was equivalent to his, as she
moved underneath him, her body already tightening around
him. He found her hands, and twined their fingers together
as he felt the tide rising quickly around them both.

He pumped harder, her whispered cries enflaming him until
she called his name sharply, her body convulsing around his.
The wave of sensation dragging him with her. The only place
he could ever imagine himself being.

He rested his head against her shoulder, still holding her
hands in both of his, until he could breath again.

He rolled over and pulled her with him, holding her head to
his chest.

She started to laugh softly.

"What?" He asked, sounding drowsy.

"Now we need another shower," she smiled up at him.

He chuckled softly, and kiss her temple.

"First thing in the morning," he grinned. "The conquering
hero is worn out."

"No, I'm not," she smiled brightly.

"Go to sleep, Scully," he groaned, closing his eyes.





Fini~