Title: Going Up, Going Down Author: abracadabra Rating: NC-17 Summary: Mulder invites Scully to his work site. Key Words: MSR, Smut, Tools Disclaimer: Even though the show's been cancelled, Mulder and Scully still belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox. But, they'll always belong to me when I write. Archive: Sure! I'd be flattered.would love to know where! Thanks: Kim and Denise, the best beta duo I could ask for. Notes: A prior relationship is assumed. Yes, I can picture Mulder in almost any setting. And yes, I appreciate his 'backside'. This is set in the Seasons Series universe; specifically Scattered Leaves. Websites: http://www.geocities.com/spookys_girl2000/index.html http://www.geocities.com/mesmerizememulder/ Feedback: Please! Email: abracadabra1754@hotmail.com <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Going Up, Going Down by abracadabra >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> xoxoxox Stenhauser Construction Site Tuesday 6PM She was pretty surprised to hear what he was doing with his time off. Mulder. Working construction. Then the Gunmen spilled it, albeit inadvertently. He'd found a possible new case, decided to check out some of the players ahead of time. A little self-assigned undercover work. Two days on the job and he'd invited her to tour the site. He sure knew how to show her a good time. The sun has just about slipped and melted into the lake water and casts its last weak flame colored rays over the steel girders of the high-rise frame. She walks around the open lift shaft, idly kicking at the slight mounds of gravel displaced after a day of steel-toed boots traffic and the weight of heavy equipment dragged to and fro. Her arms are crossed in front of her, her hands tucked inside the fleecy sleeves of her long sweatshirt as she waits for him. And suddenly and all at once, he's there, behind her, unexpected. Before she has a chance to catch the tiny sounds of small ragged stones as they tumble displaced in front of his Sorrels, he has his flannel shirt covered arms wrapped around her, back to front. She settles into him sighing and smiling. "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this, Scully?" She laughs. "I want to check out your equipment, Mulder. Got anything to show me?" She pushes back into him just enough to make an initial survey of said equipment. It's in pretty decent condition, but she's heard it's best to take a test drive before closing her sale. Regardless of the previous number of times she's test driven him. He takes his hard hat and sets it over her fiery hair, turning her around in the process. It's been adjusted for his larger head and hair and sits low enough on her to render her eyes nearly invisible. "You look cute in my hat," he tells her as he ducks under the rounded polyurethane brim to kiss her chastely. "And you taste even better wearing my hat." She attempts to kiss him back.and butts him in the bridge of his nose with the hat eliciting a quiet 'ouch' from him followed by a not-so-quiet chuckle from her. "Sorry, Mulder." She flips the hat farther back on her head and reaches for the button placket on his shirt, pulling him down closer to her face. "Studies show that I can make it better if I kiss it where it hurts." Kiss on the bridge of his nose. "Or kiss it near where it hurts, science has proven." Kiss on the tip of his nose. "And even much better by kissing you in the vicinity of where it hurts, lots of substantiated data to back it up." Kiss full on his lips, parting them with her tongue. She lets the fabric go as she reaches up to hold onto his shoulders, her head tilting so far back that the hat slides from her head, bouncing on and rolling away into the gravel behind them. His large and graceful hands frame her face, as his fingers trail into her hair and he tips her head to one side to deepen the angle of their lip lock. He seals his mouth over hers, the intensity of the action requiring her to secure her hold on him. Her hands move to his biceps, clutching at the muscles beneath the soft flannel and cotton tee. She's hungry now, but food seems to be the farthest thing from her mind. She hungers for the taste of his lips and she nips at the lower then bites at his upper, tonguing the former and then the latter. They groan almost together. So close to his mouth are her words uttered that he's not sure if he's heard them or tasted them when she tells him she thought he was going to show her his work site. His breath is coming faster than the bellows on the machinery pump when he laughs. "Now?" "Now." She runs her hands down his arms and then up to his face, her index finger dragging along his lower lip. He catches her finger with both lips, drawing it inside his mouth and she whispers his name as her eyes close. "Mmmm." The vibrations of the sound tingle on her skin as the wet warmth of his tongue and lips caress her finger. Her eyes glued to his mouth where her finger has seemed to disappear, she reminds him that they're standing out in the open at the site and anyone's liable to drive into the lot and see them in this position. He smiles, but doesn't release her, the tip of his tongue flicking across her skin, his teeth holding her until she pushes him. Making him take a quick step back. *Then* he lets her index finger go, but not her. One hand on her hip, the other around her waist, he spins her as smoothly as anything or anyone can pivot on the uneven bits of rock beneath their feet. She stumbles, but has nowhere to fall while in his grasp and he walks her backward to the shaft. She hears the engine whine and the whirring of the motor as the car begins its journey downward, the screeching of open car on older cables doing nothing to reassure her of the safety of the trip they're about to take. With a 'clunk', it grinds to a halt and the wire mesh curtain slides to one side allowing them to enter. She gazes overhead as he pushes her against the back of the elevator and notices that the 'ceiling' is nothing more than a steel frame open to the skies. As the lift begins its jerky move upwards, he employs the full court press against her chest and her abdomen and she finds her arms bent at the elbows on either side of her head, her forearms and the backs of her hands against the metal of the wall. She manages to hypothesize that they could walk to the top faster than the car moves, but he verifies that it's better that it moves so slowly because it just gives her even more time to check out the scenery. He bends his knees, bringing his face level with hers, and nudges her nose in a close approximation of an Eskimo kiss. A small smile plays around her lips and when the tip of his nose continues to rub against hers, she turns her head to one side.and finds his lips kissing the line from behind her ear down along the length of her neck. Letting go of one hand, he roughly massages her breast, his need to touch more of her fueling his desire. And she clutches and yanks on the hair at the nape of his neck feeling him nestle into and nuzzle the ripped and loose neckline of her shirt, around the slight dip where the curve of her neck becomes her shoulder. "Mulder?" He queries 'yes?' against her skin sending shivers through her. "Are we almost there?" She draws his face away from her neck and up to where it will taste better. Her lips find his and she's overcome with want. She steps into him as the elevator lurches on the cables and she uses the momentum to move away from the wall. Realizing she has little leverage with her hands on his neck, she slides them down his arms, then to his waist and they fall to his hips and move to his ass. A natural progression, a rather intoxicatingly comfortable resting place for her hands. "Uh, mmm, Scully." His equipment finds a welcome home against her abdomen as the feel of her hands cupping and gripping and pulling him toward her sinks in. "Oh, god." She intones a godly name or two herself as she sizes up what he has to offer and makes a tough decision to trade the feel of his butt for the feel of his hard-on; one hand on each. "How much further to the top? I'm not sure how much longer I can go without getting a better look and a much better feel, Mulder." The single, 75-watt light bulb hanging from the ceiling frame weaves and bobs with the motion of the rising lift, but it provides just enough light after the shadows to allow him to see the mischievous glint in her eyes. "Too far, Scully, too far." He holds his palm against her cheek, his fingers touching her eyebrow, as the other hand covers hers pressed against his straining bulge. With a breathy wisp of air, she tells him that she most certainly likes the way this particular stick shift handles, but she really wants to put it through its paces some more. To clearly demonstrate her meaning, her hand forms around the length and width of him and strokes upward. She finds herself with her back to the wall again, but she's not complaining as his mouth covers hers once more and her tongue slips in and slides out. A sweet heat envelopes her and she swears she can feel him burning inside his jeans. She stokes his fire some more. Neither realizes they've reached the top, even when the car thuds to a stop, the breaks on the cables screeching and the wire mesh 'door' clattering to rest in the open position. It's difficult for these sounds to be heard when her heart beat is so loud and he's so hot and so very hard in her hand. Not to mention the feel of his jean-clad ass cheek beneath her fingers that don't want to seem to let him go. He is equally intoxicated by the feel of her full breast in his hand as his fingers squeeze and his thumb brushes roughly -- to compensate for the thin sweatshirt that tries to keep him from her skin -- across her already peaked nub. His lips also tingle as if it were possible for electricity to be conducted from her very moist and quite hot yet pliable lips. The first to come up for air, Scully looks skyward noting that the stars are closer now -- those in the heavens as well as those in her partner's eyes. Those eyes are asking why they've stopped kissing as he thrusts his hips into her hand; the hand that won't seem to let go of him. Not that he's complaining. But he wants a little something more and doesn't want to have to go far to get it. His hands frame her face, his fingers twining in her hair as he tips her head to meet his eyes. With one bent knee parting her thighs, he pushes against her, first tentatively and then not-so-tentatively. The look in her eyes tells him she liked the connection just as much as he did. And he does it again. And yet again. But it's not enough. She wants more of him touching more of her. And damn it, she wants his ass in her hands. Now. Pulling him to her as she kneads and gropes his butt produces the lowest of growls from deep inside him and sends a surge through her core. She's so wet for him that she's not sure she'll make it for the tour of his work site. "Mulder, I still want more...of you...." She wraps one of her legs around his thigh, hooking her shoe to hold him to her. He tells her she's 'got much more of him coming' as he grabs her other leg and lifts her until they are face to face. She purrs as he asks her if he's 'right where she wants him now'. "Is this safe?" She asks as the car groans with their exertions and with them as he thrusts against her. She doesn't wait for his answer and simply tightens her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck and her mouth over his. She realizes that he probably couldn't answer her anyway. As if they can't get enough of each other's mouths, their heads turn and tilt, changing the angle as their tongues stab and probe and their lips bruise and nip. The swaying and straining of the car around them seems to go unnoticed at this point. When she comes up for air, she tells him with her hands where she needs to feel his erection most. Except for the thin cotton of her leggings and her panties, she's open to him and sure he can feel her wetness through his jeans. She wriggles until he's grinding directly over her clit and clutches his jean-clad butt. All she can manage to utter are a few syllables that begin with 'Muhl...' and all seem to end with 'harderfuckohgod'. He suddenly feels her thighs tighten around him as her body stills. Just when he's sure she's about to lose control, with one hand, he positions her arms over her head and against the wall, lifting her just slightly. His lips seek hers and he searches for the depths of her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the thrusting of his hips. There is nowhere for her wordless sounds to go except deep inside him. He lightly kisses her lips as he releases her hands, feeling her motionless against him as the waves subside. "Mmmm, Scully..." She smiles as she strokes his face and his arm. "Mmmm, Mulder?" She slides down his body and attempts to stand on her own rubbery legs. "Is it getting a little chilly in here?" He answers her with his body, drawing her into his arms, his hands reaching up under her sweatshirt to warm her back. "Do you want to leave, Scully?" As his hands continue to explore her skin, criss-crossing her waist and her shoulder blades, his fingers dance across her bra strap. "What're you doing, Mulder?" She asks, although she's pretty sure she knows the answer. His hands don't lie but they do tease. She gasps as those nimble fingers manage to unclasp her bra and his hands manage to knead her breasts. As she backs him out of the lift, she verifies the fact that he's still very aroused and very hard. "Is that your jackhammer Mulder or are you just very happy to see me?" Now it's his turn to gasp. He's shown great restraint, but is finding it more and more difficult to maintain his composure. "Do you really have to ask?" Her fingers are already on is waistband, tugging him toward her. Unwilling to relinquish her hold on him, she stands on her tip toes, her sneakers proving a slight disadvantage to planting the kiss she desperately wants to give him. He's such a willing partner, she knows he'll help her out. And as he slips his tongue halfway down her throat, she unbuttons his fly, finding the hardness beneath his boxer briefs quite fascinating. So fascinating that she experiences a tingling low in her belly that sends shivers and jolts of heat simultaneously rippling in scattered patterns all over her body. But it's his turn now and she's found something she wants to play with. Beginning to work his jeans down around his hips, she breaks the seal he had on her mouth. But their lips remain parted, mere inches from each other, poised on the brink. He turns his head fractionally to one side; she turns to the other. Her tongue darts out to touch him, he pulls back. Before she can regroup, he leans in to nip at her lush lower lip with his teeth. Their mouths dance and parry as her fingers skitter and flutter over him with aching slowness. "You know, Mulder, I *really* think I can help you out, here." Never letting go of his jeans, she strolls around him until she's standing directly behind him. She notices that he's holding himself very still, almost as if he's trying to anticipate her next move. Knowing what her plan entails she scans the area close by, the small shed with the hinged door plainly in sight. "What're you doing back there?" He attempts to turn around, but her hand against his shoulder stops him, rooting him to his spot. Sure he'll await her next touch or words, she bends down and finds a few drop cloths neatly folded, probably relatively clean. Her quick and somewhat furtive movements attract his attention briefly, but before he can ask any questions, she has tossed a few of them around his feet. She moves behind him again and, leaning closer to touch her forehead to his back, she lets her hands slip between the denim and cotton knit, moving from his hips to his ass cheeks and back over his hips again. Drawing her body almost flush with his, her arms wrap around his waist and abdomen. "Is this your idea of 'helping' me?" He sucks in his breath as one of her palms lays flat against his skin just above his navel and her other hand ventures to the thermal, velvety skin over his penis. When her thumb dips into his navel and her other fingers wrap around him, he is quite sure he's a goner. "Uh, Scully? Maybe this isn't such a good idea." However, she thinks it's a fine idea. Being so high above the ground, the starlight and moonlight creating a most interesting night sky and the twinkling lights over the lake in the distance offer a breath-taking view. The fact that they are balanced on the plank flooring between widely spaced steel girders in the dark of the September night only adds to the allure. "Mulder? Are you listening to me?" She withdraws her hands and works his jeans down to his ankles. He nods as she straightens up and slips her hands along his hips inside his boxer briefs. "That's very good because I want you to know exactly where I'm going from here." She punctuates 'here' by squeezing the head of his penis between her thumb and forefinger. "Scuhhlee..." His response pleases her...greatly...and she squeezes him once again as her other hand, high on his hip gently holds him against her. She moves her hands again, very happy to keep him guessing and one travels under his flannel shirt and tee, seeking his small and firm nipples while the other strokes his shaft. Just once. He hisses her name and she imagines him biting his lower lip; the one she'd like to bite if she could be in two places at the same time. Teasingly, she tells him, "Hold still, partner." He feels her warm and slightly damp hands exploring him inside his boxers and he does bite his lip. She's torturing him with the mesmerizing slowness and he's exercising every last molecule of self-control to let her plan spin out to its conclusion. He believes he may have lost a minute or two of time when he finds his boxers with his jeans...at his ankles. And she's no longer standing; he feels the loss of her heat at his back although her fingertips seem to be tracing and defining the space on either side of his spine and the dip in his lower back. As if she's memorizing it. She pushes the tails and hem of his shirts to one side and French kisses the base of his spine giving equal attention to the lip and tongue action until he's moaning and rocking on his feet. She helps steady him by wrapping her right arm around his thigh and holding his hip with her left hand. Since it's quite apparent that she loves the taste of his skin and he loves the feel of her mouth on him, she continues. "You know, Mulder, you really are quite beautiful." She purrs. "And, as a matter of fact, I could spend a lifetime kissing and tasting every inch of you." She's moved now to the rounded slopes of his ass, her hands framing his hips. He nods, apparently agreeing that she *could* spend a lifetime with her mouth all over him. He's also discovered that there seems to be a rather direct connection between her wet warmth against his ass and just how much harder he's getting. He can feel the weight of Mulder, Jr. straining upwards and he touches himself, hoping to ease the throbbing ache or hold off the inevitable. Because he's very sure that if she keeps doing what she's doing, he's going to shoot some stars. With one hand holding himself firmly at the base, he sighs, relieved that he has temporarily derailed at least some of his raging hormones. But his relief is short-lived because the red haired vixen behind him is threatening to render him completely without control. As her tongue darts along the line separating his cheeks, her fingers brush his inner thighs oh-so-lightly.just before he feels the weight of his sac in her palm. "OhJesus fuckingChrist, Scully." As if in direct response to his supplication, she wets her finger, finding his southern most hole, as her other hand rolls his balls. He grips Mulder, Jr. at the base more tightly as his eyes slam shut. "Scully?" He manages to husk out that one word, but it gets her attention. "I thought we were touring my work site." She detects his note of wry humor and pauses, although her index finger continues to massage the tight muscle. Kissing his ass, she smiles and tells him there will be time for *that* tour a little later and 'besides, she's enjoying the view already, thank you very much'. She gently releases his sac. So her fingers can knead his butt. Warm, supple granite. She decides that those words describe his ass quite nicely. Her hands slide up to the taut, narrow nip of his waist as she butterfly kisses and then swirls her tongue in maddening little circles out over his hip and then back to where cheek meets cheek. When she notices movement in his arm again, she hop scotches her tongue and lips outward toward his hipbone. And finds his hand now moving lightly, but almost steadily, up and down along his shaft. His breathing comes in pneumatic drill puffs. "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder.what do we have here?" When he doesn't respond, she glances up toward his face. His beautiful face only partially lit by a string of wire mesh cage-enclosed work lights strung like Chinese lanterns, makes his carefully controlled arousal just barely visible to her. Eyes closed tightly, head back, lips parted, jaw clenched, a look in the shadows, the look of someone soon to lose that careful control. Her devilish smile grows. She knows exactly what 'she has here'. One very hot, very turned on partner. She herself is finding it more and more difficult to not just spread the drop cloths out farther and relieve herself of her clothing. Just the thought of his throbbing erection humming as it drives into her and his mouth on the hard points of her breasts is turning her to liquid. All it would take now is a few swipes from her two fingers between her folds and over her clit and... And she pushes that thought aside for now. He's barely thinking coherently, reduced to pure sensation by this woman who's somehow gone into the local phone booth wearing her towering heels and tailored suits and come out of the booth a sultry temptress. This woman whose tongue and lips are tattooing every inch of his ass and his hips. This woman who's torturing him so wonderfully that he has to make the agony subside. But he can't, it didn't work. He's given in and if she won't touch him, then he'll take matters into his own hand. In a flash of blinding light he never sees coming, three things happen simultaneously. Her firm 'gun hand' grip tightens over his and squeezes, surely stroking up and up and then down and down. Her teeth clamp down on the fleshiest part of his ass as her tongue flicks and stabs at him, wetting the flesh as she nips and bites again. And her other hand on his hip pins him in place against her. He has surely died and gone to sexual ecstasy heaven. But just when he thinks she may allow him some relief, she is not touching him.anywhere. She wriggles out from between the wide steel posts behind her and his quaking body in front of her, spreading the drop cloths with her feet as she moves in front of him. 'Oh, yes', she thinks, sizing up the full bore look of his heightened gaze. "So, Mulder, you never did tell me what you do up here." She reaches up to brush a lock of sweaty hair from his forehead, noting that he nearly jumps at the touch of her fingers against his sizzling skin. He doesn't reply. She doesn't expect him to. Her hands lay flat against his groin on either side of his turgid flesh and she backs him toward the T-posts. Before he can raise even one brow in question, she slides her hands from his pelvis up under his tee and flannel shirt. She feels his breath hitch as her hands move to his chest, her fingers barely grazing his nipples before they slip down and around to his back then draw up and over his hips, returning to where they began. She's burning with MulderFever and there are very few known cures. She's more than willing to swallow her medicine though to help ease her rising temperature. It somehow registers that he's asked her what she's doing, but she decides that 'showing is sometimes telling' and drops to her knees once again, adoring and worshipping. "Fuck, Scully." "I love it when you use that Oxford literary education, Mulder." Her mouth is on him, but only barely, only enough to require him to frantically search for something to support him. One step back and his hands try to gain purchase on the metal posts, gripping so tightly he's sure he's cut off all circulation. A moot point since all of his blood has moved to his cock. His cock now being devoured by her exquisite lips. "Mmmm." She vibrates against the very tip of him, her hands on the base and on high on his hip. And as the vibrations travel through to his very root, he finds his back against the girder, freeing his hands to cup her head. "Scully, please." She smiles as she tongues her way downward; not sure if he's begging for more or begging for her to cease and desist. His balls have started to rise closer to his body, but it's too soon. She's hungry and wants to totally satisfy her hunger. He tries again. "Scuhhlee.uh." but not knowing exactly what he wants, she hollows out her cheeks, trying to suck the stuffing from him. His fingers massage her scalp as he tries not to thrust into her face. She's told him before that she loves giving him head, that she loves it when he reaches the point of no return, that she loves is when he fucks her mouth. When she hums again at the very base of him and she gently cradles his sac, his hips surge forward in earnest, all semblance of self-restraint rocketing skyward. She rides it out with him, swearing that she's about to come right along with him, her leggings are so wet that she's glad it's dark around them. He's lost; she knows the signs well. He's thrusting now at a steady pace, but she can tell he's still trying to hold back, not wanting to make her deep throat him. Using her hand to stroke him, her lips move once again to the sensitive ridge around the corona. She pauses for the briefest second and then tongue-rims the underside, and then slipping him right back inside. "OhohohfuckScuhhhlleeeee." She feels a delicious thrill as she presses herself to him, her hands holding onto his ass to keep him in place. When her finger finds the spot between his ass and his balls and applies steady pressure, his final shred of perceived control vanishes. He watches the fireworks happening behind his eyelids as she draws his life force from him via his cock. Her hands allow him no escape, he rides her face, thrusts into her mouth, his body moving of its own free will. He's no more sure how they ended up her than he is sure of his own name. When her finger finds that one spot, there are no words and too many words for the sensations that course through him. She slinks her way up his body, holding him against her, her hands resting on his shoulders between cotton and flannel. "Kiss me, Mulder," she whispers as her lips touch his. She notes that for someone so spent, he has a lot of spark left in him as his lips part hers and his tongue slips inside. The sensation of his fingers on her scalp flashes and zings, igniting the fire flaring deep within. She draws back, looking into his eyes. Those eyes that smile at her with a mixture of amusement and satiation and love and.something else. She knows that look. She knows the way it makes her insides turn and her very core throb with need for him. She takes a step back, shaking her head imperceptibly, and laughs as he tried to step forward, almost tripping over the rumpled clothing at his ankles. "C'mere, Scully." "No." She laughs, the sight of him both endearing and almost comical. if it weren't for the lust in the depths of his eyes. "Get dressed, partner, we're going home." He takes his bandanna from his back pocket and dries himself before buttoning his jeans. His work boots make their way across the drop cloths, his hands seeking hers. "I asked nicely," he murmurs as he draws her into his waiting arms. "You did. So how about if I take you home with me?" She offers. ~~Finis