TITLE: PIONEERING AUTHOR: VANESSA NICHOLS E-MAIL: MargiK@Hotmail.Com OR Twisted_Sister@Hotmail.Com RATING: NC-17 Hi all, another one from me... I've been clearing my hard-drive and it's amazing what Iive been finding. By the way... isn't it great today? Sun is shining, birds are singing and THE BALLAD OF SLEEPING BEAUTY is finally FINISHED! Sorry, couldn't help that! Anyway, this one came to me on one of my regular comuting bus trips on the Greyhound Pioneer Bus Service. Four hour trip, not much to do except read, go stir crazy, or come up with stories like this. :) Enjoy! :) Dedication: This little gem is dedicated to Carol, Holly & Jen, my cyber pals. Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. They belong to Skinner, who like's to chew Mulder's ass when he does something stupid. Now Skinner belongs to the Cancerman who belong to The Consortia who belongs to Chris Carter. No infringment intended whatsoever, I just wanted to have some fun with them... hehehe :) Spoilers: None. Can be set at anytime after Grotesque b/coz there's a small mention to that episode, but it's not a post episode story. Classifications: S, MSR (sort of), H (slight). Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, Humour, Sex (kind of)... umm... yeah... Summary: Forced to take a four hour bus trip because of a blizzard Mulder and Scully find a way to pass some time... hehehe ;) Anyway, I hope you like, please send feedback, my mailbox has been kind of empty lately... :( ... sniffle, sniffle... please cheer me up with feedback... :) October 1997 *~*~*~*~* "I'm sorry Sir, but all flights out of Benson's Hedge have been cancelled due to weather problems." Fox Mulder glared at the woman. "What do you mean 'weather problems'?" The woman smiled insincerely again and gestured out the huge windows behind him. Snow fell thickly onto the ground and buildings. "There's an impending blizzard Sir, and we don't fly our planes when it looks like there's a blizzard." Mulder opened his mouth to speak but a restraining hand on his arm silenced him. "Can you tell us when the next flight out is?" Dana Scully asked. The woman smiled again. "I'm sorry Mame, but we have no idea. Until further notice there are no flights leaving or arriving." Scully could sense Mulder's urge to punch that smile of the woman's face and she didn't really blame him, she was ready to do the same. Nevertheless she tugged on his arm, gritting out a thankyou as she pulled him away from the desk. "Oh, Mame?" Scully stopped and turned around again. "Yes?" "You may have more luck at the Greyhound Terminal. In fact, I think there might be a bus leaving for Washington DC almost immediately." The woman's smile looked slightly more sincere this time. "Thanks." said Mulder and Scully together as they quickened their pace, avoiding the uncomfortable terminal chairs for the bus terminal outside. *~*~*~*~* They were sitting in the back two seats of the almost empty coach. Barring the driver and themselves, there was a little old lady knitting, a man in a business suit who was reading, a young woman with a sleepy toddler in her arms and a teenage girl listening to a walkman. Scully sat there listening to the quiet noises in the bus, the click clack of the knitting needles, the humming lullaby from the young mother, the tinny sound of the walkman, the crackle of the pages of the book and the soft sound of the drivers radio playing. And Mulder's regular breathing. He'd fallen asleep almost as soon as they'd settled into their seats. And that had left Dana Scully, MD, very bored and very horny. And it was all Mulder's fault. Because of him she hadn't had a date in years, and whenever she met someone even remotely interesting he either died before they could get to know each other -- Nemhauser being one of the most recent of those -- or they feel short. In comparison to Mulder that is. The blasted man had invaded her senses so much that no one else would do. And it would've been fine is she *had* him, but she didn't even have that! Turning her head Scully studied him. His thick dark hair that fell across one eye, his thick eyelashes, that wonderfully pouty mouth, a gorgeous physique... Stop it! she commanded herself as she felt her body begin to tingle. You're going to get yourself in trouble! Hmm, trouble... Now *that* sounded interesting. Scully glanced a look a her partner again. He *looked* fast asleep but she knew he wouldn't sleep for the entire four hour journey. He never did. But was it worth the risk? That little musing decided it. Dana Scully was never one to turn away from a challenge or dare, and she *loved* taking risks. Slowly she turned slightly in her seat and reached over and took Mulder's far hand. Cautiously she raised the seat divider and resting her right thigh against his left, and then placed his hand on her thigh... *under* the skirt so that almost his entire hand was covered by the fabric of her skirt. The feel and heat of his palm made her want to just grab his hand and grind it against herself immediately but she restrained herself. She wanted to see what Mulder would do. Closing her eyes she leant back in her seat, her head resting on his shoulder. A moment later she felt his head slide down to rest on hers. Hmm, she thought as she slipped into a light doze. If I'm lucky this could get very interesting in deed, *very* interesting. *~*~*~*~* Fox Mulder came awake slowly. Taking a moment for quiet reflection he listened to his surroundings, his eyes still closed. The steady breathing of his partner and the feel of her hair against his cheek informed him that they had both fallen asleep in their usual positions again. No matter how they were sitting they always seemed to end up with her head on his shoulder and his head on her head. In his opinion it was a very enjoyable way to wake up. Not that he'd ever mention that thought to Scully though. She was armed and would probably shoot him. He could hear the sounds of snow falling as they drove along, the pages of a book being turned, and the quiet breathing of other passengers as well as the driver's humming as he kept in tune to the radio. Opening his eyes he began to stretch slightly but stopped immediately as he felt his hand glide over what felt like flesh. Looking down he saw that his hand was on his partner's thigh. And not only on her thigh but *under* her skirt. Oh shit! Moving his head he looked down at his partner's sleeping dace. She looked dead to the world, a tiny little smile creeping on her features, but Mulder knew better. Dana Scully, MD, had to be one of the lightest travel sleepers he'd ever known. It was like before she dosed off she always took an exact inventory of anything that might disturb her in some way then categorised them so that if something 'wrong' happened to her she'd ben awake in a split second. And his hand on her thigh would definitely be classed as 'wrong'. Fuck, fuck, fuck, *fuck*! He had to remove his hand, but he had to do it without waking her. It would be alright if it was just resting on her thigh, but somehow his hand had managed to be covered *by* the skirt. Slowly he started to glide his hand out from under the skirt, forcing his mind and body to ignore the satiny feel of her leg, and stopped immediately when Scully moved. Frozen he watched as she shifted in her seat, moving her thighs further apart, a small sigh escaping her mouth. Mulder suddenly felt like demanding that the bus driver stop the bus so that he could plunge himself in the freezing snow outside. Maybe that would cool off his suddenly very warm body. Scully shifted again, her head moving on his shoulder so that her mouth was close to his neck, her warm breath heating the skin there. Then again, maybe the snow wouldn't help. His partner chose that moment to lick her lips, and as her tongue accidentally touched his skin, a jolt of electricity went straight through his body and directly to his groin. Ok, no maybe's. They could stick him in the Artic and he'd be able to melt the entire place just by standing there. It wasn't as though he'd never thought about his partner in a non- platonic way before. Hell, from almost day one of their partnership when she'd stumbled into his motel room in Oregon and disrobing to only her underwear and revealing a gorgeous figure he'd been sexually attracted to her. But he'd always managed to hide his feelings and desires. Of course, he'd never been in *this* situation before. Biting his lip he tried to withdraw his hand again, fighting the urge to moan as he felt the soft part of her inner thigh near his fingertips. Scully moved again, shifting her hips and legs so that her thighs were spread as far as the short skirt she was wearing could allows, and the softest of sighs escaping her lips once more as she whispered, "Oh Fox..." Mulder's eyes closed as he barely stifled a moan of his own. His name, she was moaning *his* name. His hand had shifted when she'd moved so that it was now resting inside the tight tent her skirt made, *between* her thighs. If he really wanted to he could quickly withdraw his hand, move her off his shoulder, pretend this hadn't happened... Bullshit. He could feel the head practically radiating from her thighs and from her centre, a centre that was only centimetres away. He knew she was aroused. And he was certainly aroused. His well cut trousers were suddenly feeling very tight and uncomfortable. Please God, don't let her hate me or shoot me, he prayed quickly as he felt the last of his resolve melt. Very slowly he began to stroke the inside of her thighs, loving the way she squirmed ever so slightly at his touch. Cautiously making his way closer and closer towards her centre. He could feel her breath, quick and short against the side of his neck, his own breath hard and fast against her cheek. Dipping his head slightly he kissed the soft skin near her hairline, right near her left eye. She murmured appreciatively and nestled her head more into his shoulder, giving him access to her ear, and if he bent his head far enough, her neck. Still moving slowly he moved his fingers lightly over her inner thigh just before her crotch, the backs of his fingers brushing the moist fabric of her panties. She was already wet! Using his index finger, Mulder ran a light caress over her panties illicitating an almost inaudible moan from her. Part of him wondered if she was still asleep but the rest of him didn't care. If she was awake she'd probably be going through the rounds in her gun. That would be the indication that she was awake, and so, until he felt the point of her gun resting against his temple, he'd continue. He repeated his previous caress, secretly loving the way she tightened and then spread her thighs further apart, trying to give him more access, the silent invitation for him to continue. Shifting so that he was sitting almost sideways in his seat enabled him perfect access to her neck and the left side of her face. Her breath was warm and moist as her rested against his own neck. She licked her lips again and this time, when she made contact with his skin, she paused to taste it. Mulder gritted his teeth against his threatening moan as she suckled his neck, and moved his fingers under the moist fabric of her panties. Instinctively she raised her hips slightly enabling him to move her panties down a little way, giving him better access. Dropping his head he took her earlobe into his mouth, laving it as his index finger gently ran across the moist curls guarding her centre. She shifted restlessly in ger seat, and he repeated the action. Then using the same finger he parted her unseen folds, pausing momentarily at her centre to insert the tip of his finger into her before finishing the caress. "Fox..." she breathed almost inaudibly again. Ever so slowly he entered his index finger into her, loving the way her body clenched around it before withdrawing it again. Taking her earlobe between his teeth he pulled gently and then soothed the almost bite with his tongue, suckling the tender flesh and the skin around it as he inserted his finger deep into her once again. She trembled in his arms, his hips arching slightly against his hand. He moved his finger inside her in a slow circle, enjoying the velvety feel of her flesh as it contracted gently around his finger. He withdrew the finger again and then slowly rubbed his palm against her damp curls, fascinated almost by the way she arched her pelvis to grind against him. Slowly he entered two finger into her, twisting his hand slightly as he did as to create the tiniest amount of friction. Her breathy moan was silenced against his neck. Pulling his fingers out almost reluctantly he grinded his palm across her crotch, absolutely adoring the war she arched against him, seeking more and more friction. He repeated this action twice more before inserting three fingers into her swiftly, her gasp of pleasure all but lost against his neck, mow moist from her breath and tongue. Abandoning her ear, delicious as it was, he moved lower, choosing now to suckle on her neck like she was doing to him. AS his fingers began to slowly create a rhythm his thumb found her clitoris and rubbed a slow circle around it. Her teeth scraped slightly against his neck as he did so and he repeated the caress again and again. Control all but left him totally then as his fingers entered and exited her, his thumb rubbing against the pinnacle of her arousal. Faster and faster he caressed her, his mouth suckling on her neck, her panting breathy moans urging him on until she suddenly stilled in his arms, her hips raised above the seat, her thighs clenching his hand tightly to her. His fingers were deep inside her and felt the fierce contractions as he continued to strum and rub her clitoris, urging her to the highest peak of her climax. She didn't make a sound as she bit into his neck. As the last of her contractions faded and she relaxed limply in his arms he slowly and reluctantly removed his fingers from inside her and then withdrew his hand from the tangle of her panties, straightening them as best he could. Finally he extracted his hand from between her thighs with a small sigh of disappointment. Raising his hand to his lips he slowly sucked on one finger, enjoying the sweet musky taste of her sex. Then with another sigh he awkwardly withdrew his handkerchief and wisped his hand. Then he turned in his seat, adjusting Scully's still sleeping body so that it rested as it should have, her head on his shoulder. Straightening her skirt slightly he used the handkerchief again to wipe his saliva from her neck and face and then his own neck. Sighing again he settled properly into his seat but not comfortably. His partner might have just been relieved but he was still suffering from a raging hard-on. Looking down at his partner he saw that she still had that tiny little smile threatening to escape from her lips on her face as she slept. Suddenly he frowned. His partner usually awoke if a feather brushed across her face... just how the hell had she slept through that? *~*~*~*~* Scully forced her grin to hide as she sensed Mulder's gaze upon her. Her eyes were still closed but she could just imagine Mulder's face as he wondered how she'd slept through all that. She hadn't of course, but there was no way she'd let him know that. If she admitted that she'd been awake from the moment *he'd* woken up then she'd probably have to shoot him just to keep her reputation intact. And with fingers like his... well, she didn't want any harm coming to him! Besides, resolved sexual tension had a way of being unresolved... and she definitely wanted him in fine form for the next time... in fact, she could hardly wait! *~*~*~*~* The End. Hehehe... what you hoped/expected? E'me and tell me! MargiK@Hotmail.Com or Twisted_Sister@Hotmail.Com Aww... come on... I know you're out there... puh-lease write to me... hello... anybody there... hellooooooo... BTW: I now have my own website/homepage. It is currently still empty but will evenually have all of my stories archived there, new and old, and will be updated regularly. Please feel free to check it out when you have a chance and if it's still empty, then please keep checking. Don't think I won't get around to it, cause I will. I promise! Anyway, all comments and suggestions about my site would be appreciated as I'm relatively new at that sort of thing... ok, ok, I'm a complete novice about it! :> Vanessa. http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/2652