Exhibitionism Inspired by Baseball
(Part 1 of 1)
By: Diana Alexander
dalexander@mailandnews.com
RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER:  The characters in this piece of fiction that are
recognizable from Chris Carter's insane piece of work known as
the X-Files belong to him, his company Ten-Thirteen Productions
and Fox Broadcasting.  Anything else, characters, situations or
otherwise, belong to this very insane author.
CLASSIFICATION: V
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully smut :) (PWP post-ep)
SPOILERS: The Unnatural, Monday
URL: http://troublexf.homepage.com/diana/smut/inspired.txt
FEEDBACK: always welcome at dalexander@mailandnews.com
ARCHIVE:  Anywhere's fine... Gossamer, Xemplary, Ephemeral 
yeah... whatever... *grin*
SUMMARY: Who would have known that all it took was a little 
game of baseball....

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I wish I had known that the impetus I needed to encourage Mulder
to take our relationship further was a Drumstick and a lesson in
how to play baseball.  Then, at least, I could have prepared
myself better.

Before that Saturday when Mulder called me down to the office to
help him do some research from the Library of Congress, Mulder
didn't know that I loved to nibble on Drumsticks, even when I
called them other things.  After a bout of teasing, he snatched
that ice cream cone from my hand, and surely he'd had enough of
them growing up to know what it was.

Even if it did end up mostly splattered across the newspapers he
had been investigating.

In his case, I never knew just how much he loved the sport of
baseball. That day, I had walked into the basement to see him
pouring over historical records of old baseball games while an
old Yankees game played in the background.  Later that day, he
had called me to a ballpark in Alexandria where he took me and
delivered a late but precious birthday present to me.

That was the day that Fox Mulder taught Dana Scully how to hit a
baseball.  All the while, I could feel his erection against me as
we moved back and forth in a rhythm that felt to me at the time
like foreplay.

And it was.  I knew there had to be a reason.  As I swung the bat
back and forth and he moved behind me, there came a point where
it was no longer hips before hands, but rather hands upon hips,
as we moved in an even faster rhythm.  I don't know when the bat
slipped from my nerveless fingers, but at some point, my hands
were grasping at his hips instead of the bat.

His breathing quickened in my ear as he moved against me, and my
arousal built.  I felt my nipples tighten, and wished he'd let
me go so I could take away the jacket.  Then his hands moved from
my hips to tease my breasts, and especially the nipples that
begged for his attention.  At that point, I can say that I no
longer cared about the jacket.

And to say that our first sexual encounter was an act of
exhibitionism would be an understatement.

He turned me in his arms and devoured my mouth like he was
starving, and I twined my arms around his waist, bringing him
with me as I backed against the batting cage.  I needed something
to put my back up against, and not in a way that involved work,
either.

That's when I did a little devouring of my own.  His moan was
lost somewhere around my tonsils, but I felt the vibration of it,
which for some reason only turned me on more.  He pulled the
jacket off my body, and I heard something land against the cage.
Whether that jacket received a few grass stains or ended up with
sand in it was not my concern at that moment.

My concern was entirely devoted to Fox Mulder and his oral
fixation.  Ahh, and what an enjoyable fixation it is, too.  It
was currently occupied by trying to taste every crevice
imaginable of my mouth.

Prior to this, I never would have thought that baseball mixed
with a little kiss would have been able to bring me to orgasm.
I've never been more glad to be proven wrong.

Much to my displeasure, Mulder and I realised that we needed to
breathe and so pulled away from the kiss.  However, no words were
spoken as he moved his mouth down my neck before he finally
brought his hands into play by rubbing them teasingly up and down
my back as he seemed to count each vertebrae.

Then he moved downward, weighing the cheeks of my ass in his
hands and caressed them before he finally gave me the cue that I
had been waiting for since we had begun this.  He lifted me
upwards and I twined my legs around his waist, moving against a
rather impressive erection.

If I hadn't seen you try to hide such evidence from my eyes
before, Mulder, I would have been surprised.  Then again, don't
you know that hiding evidence from a federal officer is an
offense punishable by sex so fucking good that you think you're
dying?

I didn't tell him this, but when I moved my hips against his, I
heard him groan just before he thrusted up towards me.  I think
he got my point.  Or, rather, I made his point harder to deal
with.  Which, if you haven't noticed yet, was exactly my
intention.

At any other time, I'd be worried about people seeing us together
like this, but now I'm to the point where I'd gladly give them an
engraved invitation to watch us have sex against a batting cage
that's probably been here a lot longer than either of us.  Like
I've heard it said, "sex so good that when you're done, the
neighbours need a cigarette".

We moved together like that for several minutes before Mulder's
lips decided that they wanted to attach to my hardened nipple
through the shirt I was wearing along with the bra.  I tightened
my legs around his waist and thrust up against him again.  He
moaned and tried to still my hips with his hands, but I was too
far gone for that, so he just let me go.

It was only moments later that his body, hips and hands brought
me to an orgasm right there.  Later, I knew that I'd probably be
slightly embarrassed at this, but for the moment, all I knew was
that I wanted more than for us to be going at each other with our
clothes still on.  Moments later, I felt my legs slide down the
outside of his as I slowly recovered.  He continued to look at me
hungrily as I smiled up at him.

"I think you've got a little problem, Mulder."

"If you think this is a little problem, Scully, you haven't seen
anything yet."

"Well, if you'll get us back to the car, Mulder, we'll see if
it's such a little problem."

When I felt him press his hand against the base of my spine to
hurry me along, I wanted to torture him a bit, so I walked
slowly, swaying my hips ever so slightly as I did so.

Hips before hands, indeed.

He leaned in to whisper in my ear, "If you don't hurry up,
Scully, I swear I'm going to tear your clothes off and take you
right here on this baseball field."

I turned to face him. "Why don't you stop talking and do it?"

By the time my words sunk in, I already had the shirt I had been
wearing under the jacket undone and when he spun me around to
face him, the shirt gaped open to show the lacy bra with the
dampened left cup from where he'd been sucking on me only 
moments before.

I wouldn't mind if he decided to do that again.

"I have a better idea," he growled as he looked at me. "Why don't
you and I head back to my apartment and finish there?"

My eyes gave him a thorough glance before meeting his eyes again,
"What, Mulder?  Planning on breaking in that waterbed of yours?"

"Just a regular bed," he grinned. "Got rid of the waterbed
mattress after that Monday from hell."

I pouted at him and he ran his fingers along my lower lip before
leaning in close again.

"But I still have the mirrors."

Hmm, this does have possiblities.

"Lead on, Mulder."

"As long as you're following me."

"Always."

And so we do.  It isn't until later that I realise that I left
that jacket on the baseball field.

However, I couldn't say that I much care.  If I had to choose
between saving one jacket and to having the best sex of my life,
I know which option I'd choose, and that's exactly the choice I
made.

Eventually, I'll get around to buying another jacket.

If I considered the thought of dragging myself out of the bedroom
long enough to consider it, that is.

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