Title: Nothin' but Net 
Authors: Adrienne and Jolene 
davephile@yahoo.com
virkatjol@aol.com 
Rating: NC-17 
Spoilers: none 
Classification: SR 
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, SR 
Archive: Anywhere and everywhere. 
Summary: Mulder and Scully chase a suspect; sex ensues. 
Author's Notes: Dedicated to Erika-thanks for the idea.  Here's a few 
ideas for next time. 
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   "Mulder, wait!" Scully panted as she ran behind him. A small tree 
branch whipped out from the darkness in front of her and hit her in the 
face.  She put her hands up as she ran, ducking and listening for his 
feet trampling through the damp leaves on the ground of the forest. 
   "Mulder!" she called out, slipping on the wet ground, almost losing 
her balance.  "Mulder, damn it!" 
   "Scully, I'm up here," she heard him call.  "There's a clearing." 
   Scully saw a dim haze of moonlight filtering through the trees as she 
approached the clearing.  Finally she broke through the darkness, 
slowing up as she hit a patch of dewy grass and slid again. 
   They were in someone's backyard, she realized.  "I didn't think 
anyone lived out here," she panted as she approached Mulder.  He was 
looking around, breath slightly labored, his hair ruffled.  Sweat 
gleamed on his face in the moonlight. 
   "Where the hell did he go?" Mulder replied, ignoring Scully's comment 
and focusing on the matter at hand. 
   They were chasing Aaron Blare, a known psychopath and psychiatrist 
who was a key player in a number of unexplained deaths.  He would bring 
in clients and require them to read stories he had written; within days, 
the fates characters had befallen in his literature were the fates of 
his clients as well. 
   They had approached his door in the early evening on that Monday, 
after waiting several hours in the car across the street for him to come 
home.  When he had seen them at the door, he had fled, resulting in an 
hour-long footchase through the forests surrounding his affluent rural 
community. 
   They were still running.  And he was winning. 
   "I don't know why you won't call for backup," Scully muttered as she 
put her hands on her knees, catching her breath.  She glanced around the 
backyard; there was a black wrought-iron iron gazebo, a swimming pool, 
and a tennis court. 
   "We don't need backup.  Get up, Scully, we have to get moving." 
Mulder walked over to the tennis court fence and leaned against it, 
lifting his face to the night sky and closing his eyes. 
   "I don't see you going anywhere," she answered, looking down his 
lanky frame and raising her eyebrows. 
   "Well..." he started, and then sighed.  She walked up to the door of 
the tennis court and opened it.  The door screeched and Mulder jumped. 
"Jesus, Scully, what the hell are you doing?" 
   "I don't know," she answered, walking into the court. 
   "I didn't take you for the tennis playing type Scully," he said, 
following her onto the court. 
   "Oh really Mulder, what kind of 'type' did you take me for?" she 
questioned, moving slowly up to the net and running her hands along the 
top. 
   "Well, um..." 
   Scully turned around to face him, waiting for an answer, half-sitting 
on the net. 
   "Come on Mulder, spit it out." 
   "I always pictured you as the track and field kinda gal, I guess," he 
said with a smile, hoping she wouldn't be offended. "Your legs look like 
runner's legs so I thought..." 
   Scully cut him off in mid-sentence. "You've been looking at my legs, 
Mulder?" 
   *Oh shit*, Mulder thought.  "Well... you can't say you haven't... 
looked at mine." 
   Scully laughed and he felt like smacking his head like the dimwit 
that he was. "Mulder, I've never looked at your legs." 
   "Well yeah, but that's because, well, they're covered.  Yours aren't, 
usually... covered," he muttered. 
   "You want them to be covered?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. 
   "Oh no... well, I mean, no, I don't.  They're fine. I like them," 
Mulder stuttered.  He wondered if he would ever learn to be smooth with 
women in situations like this. 
   "You like my legs?" she repeated, and he saw her look down.  He knew 
she was blushing but couldn't tell in the darkness.  "Thanks... I 
guess." 
   The rustling of the wind in the trees was the only sound for a few 
moments of uncomfortable silence.  She lifted her face to the sky, and 
Mulder watched the light from the moon add dynamic shadows to her 
features as she sighed softly, closing her eyes. 
   "Well I guess we're not going to worry about Blare tonight?" 
   *Blare? Oh. Blare. Oh yeah.* "No.  I don't think... I think he's long 
since escaped us... we need to alert the local authorities," Mulder 
said, walking up to her to lean against the net.  It bowed under his 
weight and Scully lost a bit of her footing, grabbing onto his arm and 
laughing. Mulder smiled and slid his arm around her waist without 
thinking. 
   Scully stopped laughing. Turning her head, she looked up at Mulder, 
her eyes meeting his. She became aware of Mulder's hand stroking her 
side, his fingers making circular movements against the fabric of her 
suit.  She shivered from the pleasure of his touch. "Are you cold 
Scully?" 
   "Hmmm...what?" Scully had lost her self in his touch and gaze and 
missed what he said to her. 
   "I said are you cold.... are you ok, Scully?" He automatically hugged 
her closer, wanting to warm her and comfort her. 
   "Mulder I'm..." 
   Mulder cut her off. "Scully, don't give me that shit.   If there's 
something wrong, tell me." 
   "Really Mulder, I'm ok. It's just that..." Her voice trailed off. 
   "Scully you've never been a mumbler.  Why start now?   Care to repeat 
the last half of what you just said?   Start at 'It's just that...'" 
   "It's just that I'm turned on, and I don't know what to do about it." 
 
   "What?" 
   "Never mind," Scully said quickly, getting up and walking toward the 
door. 
   "Scully... Scully." Mulder followed her and grabbed her shoulders as 
she was opening the door.  "Why do you always leave?  Why won't you 
just 
deal with things?" 
   Scully paused, thinking of a response. "Because *things*, Mulder, 
make me uncomfortable.  I get worried.  I get nervous.  I leave." 
   He stood, holding her shoulders with his fingers pressed against her 
collarbone, thinking.  Scully felt a warm flush and waited, not really 
wanting to follow her urge to go, to leave him alone. She wanted to 
stay. 
   "Mulder, what are we doing, standing here?" she asked softly, 
pressing her hands against the intertwined metal strands of the door. 
   He felt a tingle of nervousness and he bit his lip. "This." 
   His lips landed on the side of Scully's neck in a swift downward 
swoop.  She jumped, gasping softly, tilting her head slightly to the 
side.  He sucked once and left his lips on her cool flesh, tasting her 
with a little flick of his tongue.  She stood still, fingers clutching 
the door tightly. 
   Finally, Mulder left her neck and put his chin on top of her head. 
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose to smell her hair 
and the soft scent of fallen rain in the evergreen trees. 
   "Um... Mulder..." Scully said softly. 
   "Hmmm?" 
   "Kiss me." 
   As if shocked, Mulder removed his chin from her head and looked down 
at her face. She was gazing up at him waiting. "Sc...Scully, are you 
sure?" 
   *Mulder is so exasperating*, she thought. Unclenching her hands from 
the fence she reached up and clasped them around his neck, yanking his 
head down and planting her lips over his. Not being the kind of guy who 
is caught off guard for long, Mulder kissed back, taking her bottom lip 
into his mouth and  sucking on it. 
   He slid his arms around Scully's waist, pulling her back against his 
chest and feeling the warmth of her body as it eased snugly into the 
form of his. 
   Her mouth was soft and wet, and he pushed his tongue against hers, 
caressing it and moaning deep in his throat.  Scully responded with her 
own higher moan, and finally, regretfully, he pulled away. 
   She breathed out against his lips and left her eyes closed.  Mulder 
examined her face, a sweet expression of peacefulness and contentment 
emerging from her normally stone-faced one.  "You there, Scully?" 
   "Oh yeah," she whispered, not moving.  He smiled and put his face 
into her neck, smelling the light dash of perfume she had applied behind 
her ears earlier on the night combined with the gentle scent of sweat 
from their  evening chase. 
   "I'm here too," he whispered.  She laughed softly. 
   "I know," Scully answered, pressing back against him a little more. 
"That was... interesting." 
   "Interesting?" he repeated, lifting his face from her skin and 
looking out at the moonlight-accented landscape. 
   "A good kind of interesting.  Interesting like, like... like when you 
think you're not going to like something, but you try it anyway, and 
it's good, and you want more," Scully said, opening her eyes and looking 
at his profile. 
   "That's an interesting definition of interesting," Mulder chuckled. 
"So...you want more?" 
   She looked up at him and smiled. While holding his gaze she lifted 
his right hand from where it was on her waist and brought it up to her 
mouth. She kissed his palm, then pulled his pointer finger into her 
mouth. She slowly slid it in and out, flicking her tongue over the tip 
every time it slipped past her lips. 
   Mulder moaned; the vision of Scully's mouth giving his finger a blow 
job was incredibly erotic. He closed his eyes; if he kept watching, he 
thought, he was not going to be responsible for ripping her clothes off 
and taking her right here on the tennis court. 
   Suddenly the sensation was gone. But before he could protest he heard 
the sound of a zipper and felt Scully's precise fingers close over his 
rock hard cock and pull it out into the night air.  He opened his eyes 
and looked down  just in time to see her lips slide over the head. 
   Mulder watched in a combination of astonishment and curiosity.  He'd 
had women act like this before, go down like this before, but Scully? 
Dana Scully?  It was almost too much to handle.  "Oh Scully... what... 
are you  doing?" 
   He could barely make out her eyes in the dark as she glanced up at 
him, pulling away slightly and leaving him wet and cold.  "What the hell 
do you think I'm doing, Mulder?" 
   "I... I... Well I know what you're doing," he said with a confused 
grin. "But why are you doing it?" 
   She smiled and ran her hands down the sides of his legs.  "I want to 
do it.  I'll stop if you want me to," she added, running her tongue up 
one side of his shaft, "but I don't think you want that, do you?" 
   He shuddered, his knees almost giving out on him.  Scully took it as 
an affirmative answer and slid him back into her mouth without warning. 
He hissed through his teeth and instinctively put a hand at the back of 
her 
head, running fingers through her hair and trying not to push her 
further. 
   "It's good," he groaned, feeling her suck a little harder.  His pulse 
quickened in what felt like throbs of electricity throughout his body. 
   Scully released him from her hot mouth once more. Mulder moaned in 
protest this time. It was quickly changed into a moan of approval as 
Scully took his balls between her lips. Sucking slowly on one and then 
the other, lapping her 
tongue sensually up and down. She began gently nibbling the sac with her 
teeth, then soothing where she had bitten with her tongue. Removing her 
hands from his thighs, she wrapped one around his shaft, sliding it 
along the length.  The other she placed on his abdomen, stroking up his 
chest and back down to his navel. She was stimulating as much of his 
body as she could reach. 
   "Oh god Scully. This is so... Mmmmm... ahhhh..." Scully could feel 
his balls 
starting to tighten in her mouth so she abruptly stopped. 
   "We wouldn't want the fun to end too soon, would we," answered 
Scully, before the question was even posed. 
   "Yes, we would," he replied, his voice low. "Didn't know you were 
such a tease, Scully." 
   She stood up and smiled, her eyes dancing.  "I am when I want to be." 
 
   Putting his hand on the back of her head, Mulder pulled her into a 
hard kiss. 
   He pushed his tongue into her mouth, stroking and pushing at hers in 
a slow rhythm that reduced her to soft whimpers.  He trailed two fingers 
over her side and her waistline, pushing them under her shirt to feel 
the soft skin underneath.  Scully's hands went to the back of his head 
as she tried to gain control of the kiss, pushing at his tongue and 
teeth to get access to his mouth.  He fought back, not allowing her the 
pleasure. 
   Their teeth grated together as he pushed harder against her mouth. 
Finally, she pulled away with a gasp of fresh air and a gulp.  He kept 
his hand on the back of her head, looking her in the eyes. 
   "That's what I think of teasing," Mulder said, bringing his mouth to 
her jaw and kissing up to her earlobe.  He flicked his tongue over it 
and she gasped again. 
   "It turns you on," she breathed, panting slightly and tilting her 
head away from him.  He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and then ran 
the tip of his tongue around the edge of it. 
   "*You* turn me on," he whispered against her ear.  "You always have. 
I've always wanted to touch you... everywhere."  His hand traveled up 
her stomach to a breast and squeezed gently, making her shiver.  "See 
you everywhere. 
Taste you everywhere." 
   "You... you have me," she answered, her voice wavering. While his 
hand continued massaging her breast the other started to unbutton her 
shirt. 
   Mulder's mouth traveled down the wake of her open blouse planting 
hot, wet kisses on her skin. His mouth stopped at her breasts, sucking 
the tops, venturing nearer and nearer to the top of her bra. His hand 
was still working her left breast while his other hand was finishing the 
task of undressing her. 
   Scully reached up with her hands and grabbed ahold of his head, 
twining her fingers in his silky hair. She held his head close to her 
breast, attempting to direct his mouth to her nipple, which was erect 
and waiting for him. 
Mulder was having none of that and stopped moving his mouth altogether. 
He then removed all contacted with her, now shirtless, body. 
   "Now who's the tease, Mulder?" 
   He chuckled at that. " Always have to be in control, Scully?" 
   "Now why would you think that Mulder?" she asked, her voice sultry 
and low.  She gave him a murderous look, attempting to get him to 
continue his work on her very aroused body. 
   "Oh I don't know Scully, just this feeling I have about you. I doubt 
that you could just let me have control tonight." 
   "Control over what?" 
   "You. Your mind. Your Body. Your love.  Everything that you are." He 
looked her straight in the eye challenging her. Scully was breathing 
harder. Mulder suspected that the idea of being dominated turned her on, 
now he knew it was true. 
   "All right Mulder, you're on. Where do we start?" 
   "See those nets over there, Scully?" She turned around to look, and 
nodded. 
   "Well go lay down in front of it. I'm going to weave your hands 
through it, so you can't stop whatever happens here tonight." 
   She hesitated, but only for a moment.  Releasing a small sigh, she 
walked slowly toward the net and he followed, taking off his 
trenchcoat.  Turning to face him, she arched an eyebrow and gave him a 
half-smile; he bent down, laying his coat on the ground next to the net 
and then beckoned for her to lie on top of it. 
   She had her hands on her hips when he stood up.  "Why should I trust 
you?" she asked, her head tilted to the side. 
   "When have I given you a reason not to trust me?" He put his hands on 
her shoulders and she shrugged.  He bent to her ear and kissed it again 
as she let out a shallow breath.  "Trust me.  You're going to enjoy 
this." 
   "Okay," she answered, getting down onto the coat and stretching her 
legs out.  She could feel her heart beating faster, pulsating through 
all parts of her body, a centered heat of excitement mounting with each 
breath.  She lay her head down, stretching her arms out slightly and 
tugging on the net. 
   He watched her, feeling himself harden at what she was about to let 
him do.  He had never felt this at ease with anyone.  He wanted to make 
her feel good. 
   Really good. 
   Mulder kneeled down next to the net and took one wrist, slipping it 
through a space in the net and then twisting the netting around it 
slightly.  It was loose, but it would work.  He heard her exhale a shaky 
breath as he worked on 
her other wrist.  Scully wasn't one to let anyone put her in a situation 
that would be out of her control; he would be easy with her at first. 
   "Don't go easy on me." 
   His eyes flicked up to her face and she was staring at him, her eyes 
boring into his.  "You said you wanted to control me.  This isn't how 
you control people, Mulder... be forceful.  Make me believe that you 
*want* this power 
over me, over my body," she said, trying to make her voice sound a bit 
stronger than she was feeling at the moment. 
   He fixed her other wrist and looked down her body as she adjusted 
herself on his coat.  The moon reflected dimly off of her skin and her 
white bra; she was not nearly as exposed as he wanted her to be, but he 
was just beginning. 
   He moved down to her feet and removed her shoes, rubbing her feet 
gently. "I want it," he responded, his voice firm.  She felt a tingle go 
down her spine.  "And I have it now.  Close your eyes." 
   Scully followed the orders she was given and her eyes shut, closing 
out her surroundings and the man who was going to give her possibly the 
best sex of her life. It felt even more erotic 
to have rely on her other senses. She could smell Mulder's sweaty body, 
having been over exerted chasing after the suspect, mixed with his 
cologne making a very arousing Muldersmell. 
   She could feel his eyes moving along her 
waiting body.  She felt the desire burning in them, remembering the 
looks she received, filled with lust and love. Scully could hear his 
heavy breathing, not from running but from the state of arousal she had 
brought him to. 
   Soon she would be able to taste him, to run her tongue over his 
chest, flicking it over his flat nipples, suckling them like a newborn. 
She would be able to push her tongue into his mouth tasting his gums, 
running it over his teeth and tongue. Soon it would be, but now she was 
waiting for the first controlling touch of his hand or mouth, waiting 
was becoming torturous. She knew that he wanted her to trust him, and he 
was testing her, making her wait was a horrible thing to be doing, but 
she was becoming more turned on by the second. 
   Mulder, deciding that she had waited long enough, walked over so he 
was standing at her waist.  He kneeled down and swung one leg over her 
so that he was straddling her. He reached up with his hands and grabbed 
a hold of her 
bra and tore it apart, freeing her breasts from the restraints. Scully 
moaned and Mulder wasted no time bringing his head down to her left 
breast to suckle on her nipple. His left hand went up to her mouth and 
he stuck his fingers in between her lips, demanding that she suckle on 
them. Scully complied. "Get them nice and wet, Scully." 
   When he was sure they were wet enough he brought them down to 
entertain the other breast. His mouth tugged and stroked her left 
breast, pulling it as far out as he could and then releasing it, then 
repeating the process several times. Without warning he changed his 
routine and he bit her, a little harder then she would have thought he 
would, it caused a little pain but she cried out with pleasure. 
   Mulder released the nipple from his mouth 
and began to lap it with his tongue to sooth the hurt, while his other 
hand was busy tugging roughly at the other nipple.  He twisted, gently 
at first and then more, until he heard her take a sharp breath.  He 
released it then, 
running his tongue down between her breasts and over to the right one to 
twirl his tongue around her aching nipple. 
   "Mulder," she moaned softly, moving her hips a little bit.  He put 
two fingers over her lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin. 
   "Don't say anything unless I tell you to."  He bit gently and rubbed 
his tongue against the skin in his mouth.  She whimpered and he watched 
her nod. 
   He moved his tongue up under her breast and lapped back and forth, 
exploring the soft curve underneath it and to the side and then kissing 
up over it again.  She moved her legs together as he switched sides 
again, working the same motions over her warm flesh.  He breathed 
against it and the chill of the forced air against his saliva made her 
gasp. 
   Mulder ran his tongue in circles around her nipple as he moved his 
hand up the inside of her calf and thigh.  She bent her legs at the 
knees, sliding her bare feet back and forth against the worn fabric of 
his coat.  He let his fingers explore her inner thigh, trailing up to 
where the fabric of her pants began to get hot and wet, and then back 
down to the side of her knee. 
   Scully moved her hips up slightly, begging silently for him to 
continue upward.  He smiled at her open mouth, gasping for air as he ran 
them lightly between her legs and down her other leg.  He began to rub 
her leg, his palm pressing against it and fingers digging into her 
muscles as he moved up again.  She held her breath as she felt him near 
her heat; she could feel her pulse throbbing there and wondered if he 
would be able to as well.  Then without warning he pushed his palm 
against her, his fingers cupping her roughly and pressing against her as 
he ground his hand against the flesh through the fabric. 
   "Ohmmm," Scully whimpered, biting her lip and pushing against him. 
He stopped for a few seconds, feeling her faint wetness against his hand 
as he waited for her to stop making sound.  Finally she sighed, 
thrusting her hips against him again. He chuckled and let his hand 
remain still, inducing a louder whimper from her tingling body. 
   "I'll do more when you decide to stop being so demanding," he 
whispered, pushing once against her.  She breathed out hard and set her 
hips back down on the ground, resolving to stay as still as she could. 
Finally he began moving his hand again, harder and more intently this 
time, and she did everything she could not to make an audible sound. 
Abruptly he took his hand away, causing Scully to groan with 
disappointment. Removing his mouth caused 
another dissatisfied moan. 
   "Scully, keep up those sounds of disapproval and you won't get my 
mouth where you want it most." 
   She nodded her understanding, and Mulder kissed her mouth hard, 
shoving his tongue in and licking at her tongue, before starting out on 
his journey down her body. 
   Starting out with her forehead, he kissed it, flicking his tongue out 
at random moments working his way to her ear. He bit the edge of her 
right ear, sending a shiver through her body. She turned her head so he 
could have better access. "Hey Scully," he said, placing his fingers on 
her chin he moved her head back into its original position, "did I say 
you could move your head?" 
   She shook her head slightly in response. "Then don't move it. Next 
time you do something like that, there will be consequences." 
   Mulder resumed his assault on her ear, bringing the lobe into his 
mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Placing it between his lower lip 
and teeth and running it back and forth along them caused Scully 
wonderful sensations. He released her lobe and stuck his tongue into the 
inside of her ear. Starting from the inside, he followed the intricate 
design of it, memorizing the bumps and ridges, teasing some of them with 
the edges of his teeth, sometimes removing his mouth completely to 
gently blow on it. He could tell that Scully was starting to have 
trouble not moving; she was strung tight as a violin concentrating on 
the sensations and the will to keep still. 
   He moved his mouth to her forehead, kissing tiny kisses over it and 
lingering between her eyebrows.  She sighed softly, feeling the warmth 
of his lips over it.  Then he kissed each of her closed eyelids and the 
tip of her nose; she stifled a giggle and he couldn't help but smile. 
Then he kissed her upper lip and her bottom lip, letting her capture his 
mouth for a moment before kissing her fully. 
   Mulder moved his body so that he was hovering over her, his kisses 
becoming more urgent and impassioned as she caressed his tongue with 
hers.  Suddenly, there was a rustling of leaves outside of the tennis 
court. 
   "Oh god," Scully whispered, writhing away from him.  Mulder got on 
his knees and went to work quickly releasing Scully from the net.  She 
sat up, her eyes searching for her shirt.   "Where the hell is it, 
Mulder?" she asked.  He 
laughed and she hit him on the shoulder.  The rustling became closer and 
they heard the gate open. 
   "Put my trenchcoat on," Mulder replied, standing up in front of her. 
She muttered something incomprehensible behind him as he faced the 
gate, 
seeing a man in white clothing approaching.  He looked older and 
distinguished, probably a caretaker, Mulder thought. 
   Scully stood up behind Mulder, wrapping the coat around herself just 
in time for the man to come into plain view. 
   "Who goes there?" the man said calmly, flickering a flashlight on 
them. 
   Mulder whipped out his badge before he even thought about it.  Scully 
squeezed his arm hard to warn him against it but it was too late. 
"Agents Mulder and Scully, FBI." 
   The man eyed them suspiciously.  "And what are two agents of the FBI 
doing out on these tennis courts this late at night?" 
   Mulder's eyes widened and Scully moved out from behind him.  "We 
were 
chasing a suspect.  We believe he threw some evidence over the fence 
while running by, so we came in here to look for it," Scully said. 
Mulder's face relaxed. 
   The man nodded.  "Well I hate to get in the way of an official 
investigation.  I just take care of these courts here-name's Latimer. 
Alfred Latimer." 
   Mulder extended the hand he had been stroking Scully with just 
minutes earlier and Latimer accepted it.  "We're done looking now, so 
we'll be on our way." 
   "Does this have to do with that man... that Blare man?" Latimer 
asked. 
   Scully looked at Mulder and he nodded.  "I have a feeling that all of 
the crimes that have been happening lately... well... they're all 
connected.  And Blare is responsible for all of them." 
   "Thank you, sir," Scully answered, hugging herself a little more 
tightly.  Latimer walked on his way back to where ever he came from. 
   "Mulder! We could have been caught, it's not exactly legal to have 
sex on tennis courts!" she hissed. 
   "If you get any louder about it Scully Latimer might decide he wants 
to come back to help us continue our fun." Replied Mulder, amused with 
the situation. 
   "Mulder, lets go, I don't want to chance getting caught again." 
   "Awwww, Scully! Come on, no one else is gonna show up, and Latimer 
just finished his nightly round." He gave her the puppy dog look that 
he's famous for, hoping it would convince her to let go of her 
inhibitions and let him take her on the tennis courts. But Scully just 
shook her head no. Mulder hoped this wasn't the end of their just 
beginning wild secret life. "Ok Scully, lets go back to the hotel. We 
can use handcuffs there anyway." 
   Scully shot him a 'very funny' look and let him lead her out of the 
courts. 
 
THE END!!!!