Title: Ready Authors: abracadabra and lovesfox E-mail: abracadabra1754@hotmail.com lovesfox@rogers.com Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR, PWP, Smut Classification: SR - Story/Romance Spoilers: None Summary: After finishing an out-of-town case, Mulder and Scully go out for ice-cream. Disclaimer: Still these characters aren't ours, but we do like to have some fun with them from time to time. Thanks: To Denise for on the spot beta and encouragement. Website: http://www.geocities.com/fanficcorner/index.html Feedback: We'd love it! Notes: The towns mentioned exist. Other venues within said towns may not. This fic was originally started in response to an ice cream fic challenge. It was supposed to be 500 words. What follows is the result, lol. ~*~*~ ~*~*~ ~*~*~ ~*~*~ ~*~*~ Wilson Church Motel Ready, Kentucky 7:45 PM Jeans now buttoned, Mulder dug a clean tee shirt, a navy blue one, out of the opened suitcase on his bed, and yanked it over his head, leaving it untucked to hang loosely. He then raked a hand through his hair in an effort to tame the shower-dampened strands before testing his cheeks and jaw with his palm. He had eschewed shaving the late evening stubble in the hopes of talking Scully into going out for ice cream. She was a sucker for the unshaven look -- always had been. The faded jeans he wore were for her benefit as well. It didn't hurt that they were as comfortable as his favorite flannel pajama pants. A pat of the back pocket of said jeans confirmed the presence of his wallet, and a glance at the room door showed it was indeed locked. After tucking his room key into the tiny front pocket of his jeans, Mulder approached the other door -- the one connecting his room to Scully's. His hand was on the knob, just about to turn it, when he suddenly recalled her mood of earlier. Earlier, when they had learned that their trip to the very small town of Ready, Kentucky had been for naught. Or, naught in Scully's opinion, anyway. He himself had been glad for the opportunity to get out of the office. To perhaps work on an actual X-File, and not some mundane, run-of-the-mill case which had been the norm of late. And disappearing teenagers in towns about an hour from Mammoth Cave National Park -- the site of numerous hauntings -- had captured Scully's interest. Smiling slightly, Mulder admitted to himself that it was the hauntings that had drawn him to Ready, while the missing youths had been the reason Scully had agreed to take the case. What had ticked his partner off royally was the fact that the so-called disappearances had been a giant hoax perpetrated by some intrepid college freshmen. After a brief rant aimed at the sky, but partially intended for him, he knew, Scully had gone silent, and remained that way since. Even all his quips about the name of the town -- "Oooh, I'm always Ready, Scully" -- hadn't drawn so much as a look. Frowning briefly at the bare wooden surface inches from his nose, Mulder squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and lifted his hand to knock lightly on the door. "Scully?" he called in a voice just a touch above normal. He was relieved when her quiet, "Come on in, Mulder," floated through. Turning the knob and pushing the door open, he stepped inside her room. To immediately be greeted by the tantalizing scent of her soap and shampoo. Glancing towards the bathroom door, he saw that it was partially closed, and knew she had taken a shower. His eyes slipped shut as he inhaled deeply, and he began imagining Scully in the tiny enclosure, water and bubbles sluicing down her back and... "Mulder? You okay?" Jolted by her voice, his eyes snapped open. Feeling his ears go hot with embarrassment, he merely nodded and attempted to turn the conversation, sending her a leer as his gaze swept her body from head to toe. "Oooh, Scully, whatcha wearing under that robe?" If she was still angry, things could get ugly. But a half-smile lifted one corner of her mouth, and her head tilted to one side. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she returned, her own gaze traveling over his torso, pausing briefly at his thighs, where the denim was particularly worn. "Scully?" he said half-questioningly, heart rate beginning to pick up its pace. Was she teasing him, or issuing an invitation? Normally, fraternizing in their motel rooms during a case was strictly taboo. Though technically, their case was over. And it wasn't their fault they couldn't get a flight home until the following afternoon. "Are you putting the moves on me?" Her smile widened and her gaze flicked along his body again. "Maybe," she replied coyly, fingers toying with the sash of her robe. He loved Scully's flirtatious side, and responded in kind, taking the two steps necessary to bring him less than a foot from her body. Lifting one hand, he let it brush hers before hooking one finger in the sash, right at the knot. Giving it a gentle tug, watching her sway towards him, he murmured, "Maybe, huh?" Scully batted his hands away playfully. "Later," she said, touching her index finger to his lips briefly, like a promise. Taking one step back and cocking her head to one side, she then asked, "Didn't someone mention ice cream?" So she hadn't been totally ignoring him on the drive back to the motel, after their quick and conversationless dinner at a local diner. He had spied the ice cream shop, called simply Ready Ice Cream Parlor and mused out loud that he could go for an ice cream. Scully had not responded, her face turned towards the passenger side window, and he had let the subject drop. Now Mulder fought to keep his grin under control and merely responded with, "I might have mentioned ice cream." Her eyebrow arched. "Might have, huh?" she said, in an echo of his statement a moment ago. The same finger that had caressed his lips came up again, this time to poke him in the stomach. "You're buying, G-man." He knew if he pressed, they would never leave the motel room, not until the next day. But both he and Scully were big fans of the slow tease. Foreplay was quite often an extended part of their love-making. Catching her hand before she could retreat, he lifted it to his lips and placed a kiss on her palm before releasing it and moving to sprawl on her bed. "So get moving, G-woman." Scully hesitated for a moment, eyeing him lying on the bed, and Mulder wondered what thoughts were running through her mind. Finally though, she untied the sash of her robe, still facing him, and let the sides fall open. She was not nude as he had thought, but wearing a pair of high-cut, pastel pink silk panties and matching bra. A set he had given her, in fact. The smile that curved her lips then was acknowledgement of the recognition and appreciation she must have seen in his eyes. He let out a low wolf-whistle, delighted and amused when she blushed. It made him grin, which earned him a chiding look and another eyebrow arch. His grin got wider, and she chuffed at him, and then tried to act as if he weren't there. With a shrug of her shoulders, the terrycloth robe slipped downwards. She caught it before it could fall to the ground and laid it on the bed, a few inches from where he was resting, propped on one elbow. Enjoying the show. Turning from him, she moved to the small doorless closet to the left of the bed. There she pulled first a gauzy, summery, short-sleeved white blouse from its padded hanger and slipped it on, fingers nimbly dealing with the tiny buttons, leaving the top two undone. Next she pulled a pair of jeans from another hanger, quickly stepping into them and tucking the blouse inside. A pair of simple canvas sandals finished her ensemble, and then she headed to the mirror over the low dresser at the foot of the bed. He admired the curves of her ass lovingly encased in denim as she picked up her hairbrush and stroked it through her wavy hair. Gaze moving up, he watched the repetitive, almost hypnotic action, and realized she must not have used her blow-dryer, instead letting her hair dry on its own. It made her look younger, and sexy as hell. Laying the brush down, Scully's hand moved to hover over her holstered gun. Their eyes met in the mirror, and in hers he saw a question. Rolling to an upright position, he lifted the hem of his tee shirt a bit to show her that he was unarmed. "Leave it, Scully," he told her. "We're off-duty. I think it's okay." She nodded, and then picked up her room key. Rising from the bed, he followed her to the door, exiting and waiting as she did the same, locking the door behind her. He was surprised when, instead of heading to their car, parked in front of his room, she turned the other way. Somehow sensing his confusion, she turned her head to meet his gaze, and explained, "I feel like walking." Shrugging his shoulders agreeably, he joined her. He had noted the wistful smile on her lips, and thought about how they rarely had time to indulge in such practices -- going for a stroll, or getting ice cream. No time to experience the bucolic pace of life in a small town. They strolled in a companionable silence across the tiny parking lot to the sidewalk of Wilson Church Road and headed north. The ice cream parlor was roughly a half-mile away on Main Street, and at the easy pace they kept, they reached it in about fifteen minutes. With the evening still quite warm, Mulder found the interior blissfully cool. As did Scully, who sighed gustily upon entering the tiny, air-conditioned shop. Mulder already knew what he was going to order, but waited for Scully to make her selection. She had scanned the display windows twice, and was now staring at the signs on the wall above the order counter. He saw disappointment cloud her eyes, watched her lips puff out in a slight pout. "What's wrong, Scully?" he asked, and then leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Why the pout?" She shot him a look and answered huffily, "I don't pout." Her lower lip poked out further and her voice got just the tiniest bit whiny. "They don't have any frozen yogurt." The young girl behind the counter spoke up, her voice apologetic. "I'm sorry, ma'am, we're all out." Nudging Scully with his elbow, he teased, "Live a little, Scully." Leaning in again, he let his lips touch her lobe, breathing his next words seductively into her ear. "Be daring, go wild. Decadent. Order something you wouldn't allow yourself to have." A shiver ran through her body, he saw it and felt it, and a corresponding and not at all unpleasant tightness coiled within his. Her eyes glittered suddenly in the bright light of the store, the pupils dark and enlarged. Full of desire and want that had nothing to do with yogurt. And a sense of daring. Rising to his challenge. Turning to the young girl, Scully ordered her dessert. "Two scoops of vanilla with chocolate sauce and whipped cream." She paused, glanced at him through lowered lids and added, "Lots of whipped cream." Suddenly his mind was filled with the image of himself and Scully, rolling on the once pristine white sheets of her bed -- their bodies covered in chocolate sauce and whipped cream. He had to swallow thickly, and could barely hear his own voice over the pounding of his heart as he asked for a waffle cone with two scoops of the featured flavor of the month -- caramel swirl. After paying for the ice cream, he steered Scully outside. The shop had three tables along the storefront window, but he had spied a little patio next-door on their way in. "Over there," he said and showed her with his chin which direction to walk. The patio was closed in on three sides by lattice-wood painted white, with the roof the same. Trailing vines wound through the lattice, and were sprinkled with tiny white lights. Mulder saw all that peripherally, for his eyes had zeroed in on the little table tucked in the far corner. The very private, little table tucked in the corner. ~*~*~ The very private little table tucked in the corner Scully knew Mulder would have spotted. The look in his eyes as they darted to it and then back to her, along with the accompanying, widening grin, told Scully that she should follow him. As if there was ever a choice. She'd been following him to places known and unknown for years. As he had also followed her, to be fair. They complimented one another well. Making their way toward the far corner, she looked around. The patio really was beautiful -- and nicely secluded. Her lips curling in an amused grin, she wondered where that thought had come from. 'Secluded' from what? From whom? Not that it mattered. She had been very tempted to tell Mulder they should stay in. They'd had relatively little time alone together to fully explore the shift in their relationship. Too much time on the road; the very busy road...Time between cases was, subsequently, precious time. Precious enough that although she still ensured that they were discreet, she'd given up worrying about visiting each other while drawing the line on actually booking one room only. Continuing to wend their way between the white wrought iron tables and old-fashioned matching curlicue-back chairs, Scully nearly walked right into her partner, so intently focused was she on what they could do with a little more time alone. "Hello? Scully?" Mulder's amused whisper jolted her from her reverie, got her moving again. She was close on his heels as he lapped at his cone, her only confirmation, the way that his arm came up and his head tipped back slightly. The earth-toned brick was still warm beneath her soles, slightly uneven in areas, a sign that it had probably been laid lovingly by the owners rather than professionally. The entire area had that personal touch to it; the white-washed, cross-hatched trellises that served both to set the patio off from the main shop and was also suspended overhead to complete the loosely- defined enclosure. As she approached their table, what held her gaze was the trailing and climbing ivy vines. They wound their way in and out of the latticework, small offshoots dangling here and there. The minute white Christmas tree lights, as she was wont to think of them, were nestled randomly in the slatted wooden overhang. "Hey, partner, care to join me?" Again she was greeted with a Mulder smile, this time bordering dangerously on 'smirk'. He'd already wrapped long fingers around the ornate chair back, dragging the spindly white legs across the brick to plant himself in the decorative seat. All done while seductively lip-nibbling at his cone. Standing mere inches from the table herself, Scully was transfixed by the heat that seemed to suddenly be pouring off her partner. Was aimed in her direction. Serving to lessen and abate her earlier frustration and pique regarding their so-called case. Although the actual temperature had barely dipped below an early June eighty degrees, the night sky had taken the edge off the humidity. But Mulder was still threatening to take her dew point to new levels. All with nothing more than the way he grasped the waffle cone and used his mouth to taste the swirls of vanilla laced with gooey caramel. And with the way he sat back in the chair, his legs spread wide. Inviting... The image of him in the same position, in the hotel room....minus the jeans...was sending a hot flush through her like a runaway train and she knew with a certainty that she wasn't going to be able to stand much longer. Scully decided she had to join him, and made her way to the small circular table. Her eyes never left him as she placed her large pink plastic bowl on the frosted Lucite tabletop. , she mentally admonished herself. Spooning some of the vanilla ice cream to her mouth, she looked up at him from beneath feathery lashes. He was all desire and play and business wrapped in smoldering man with randy adolescent thrown in for good measure. Very good measure, she decided. "Oh, Scully?" His voice pulled her from her momentary lapse in coherent thought as she watched him lean forward, elbows on the table, one long index finger crooked, drawing her forward, drawing her closer. "It's pretty warm out here, isn't it?" What was with all the questions, she wondered. No matter. The raspy dark feel of his words was having the desired effect and she let her plastic spoon drop, forgotten, onto the table, a smear of chocolate syrup dabbing a small comma on the table's surface. Nodding, Scully glanced at Mulder, noting how his lashes brushed his cheeks as he lowered his gaze to her sundae. She followed the same beckoning index finger as it dipped into the fluffy heap of whipped topping. Intent upon his every action, she wet her lips with her tongue and then closed her lips, belatedly realizing her mouth had been hanging open. What he did to her with such a simple gesture. Then again, nothing was 'simple' where he was concerned and she was rather pleased about that. Of their own volition her lips parted once again and her eyes fluttered shut as he brought the sweet topping to her mouth. She barely heard him growl her name as she lapped at him and then caressed his finger, swirling her tongue around as he finger-painted the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth with a touch that let loose sparks of icy cold melting underneath warm fuzzies. The sound of his other hand gripping the table as she hollowed her cheeks to suck on his finger, was music to her ears. Mulder losing control to her was sweet indeed. All vestiges of cream long gone; she reached for his wrist and with excruciating slowness, withdrew his finger. When he continued to stare at her, transfixed, she rounded her lips and drew the finger back in, nipping, tonguing and sucking on it from fingertip to knuckle. What had he said about it being warm out here? Hell, it was damn near sweltering from where she was sitting. And his long digit in her mouth was making her squirm, a throbbing ache deep inside welling up, begging for his attention; already claiming hers. One more long, slow slide and he pulled back, the flush in his own face belying his grin of smug satisfaction. Well, two could play at this game. And she was quite accomplished at challenging his gamesmanship. He had settled back again, his long legs stretched out in front of him, heels resting on the dark brick beneath the table, as he polished off more of his cone. She noted that although he appeared to be raptly studying the ice cream as he brought it to his lips, it was she on the receiving end of such rapt attention. That was good she thought, as she slipped one foot out of her open-toed sandal. Picking up her spoon, she reached underneath the chair with her other hand, scooting it forward, the sound of enamel painted iron on the rough surface momentarily causing her to grit her teeth at the 'nails on chalkboard' sound. "Did you say it's warm, Mulder?" She hoped he could read her loud and clear, hoped he hadn't missed the combination of tease and desire in her tone as her toes danced over his skin where the top of his Docksider ended and the hem of his jeans began. Her lips curled in pleased affirmation as he actually squeaked a muffled, 'uh...Scully', the hand holding the cone freezing in mid-air. Taking his response as encouragement to continue, she dipped her spoon into the cold treat. Taking her time, feigning a nonchalance she didn't feel, as she brought it to her mouth. Focusing only on Mulder's face as his mouth opened and closed like a fish gulping for air, she watched the effect of her ministrations began to take hold. "You know, I do love ice cream, Mulder, but I'm deciding which I love more -- the slick frozen texture or the smooth heat of your skin," she cooed as her toes traveled around the inside of his ankle, alternately stroking and lightly gripping him. Regaining his composure, Mulder moved with the lithe ease of a tiger about to stalk his prey, bending forward from his hips, somehow managing to continue to lap at the softened vanilla- caramel swirl. The heat of his gaze was doing a fine job of melting her, although her desert seemed to be faring just a little better. Reaching for her hand, he twined his fingers with hers, his thumb circling her palm. He sighed and she couldn't stop her lips from curling upward along with his. "Whadda you think you're doing, Scully?" he queried low-voiced. Sliding toward the edge of her chair for better purchase, she shook her other sandal free, letting it fall with a flat clop to the ground, and placed her foot upon his left knee. Her grin widened as she watched realization dawn on her partner, his sharp intake of breath merely one more tell-tale sign of his interest in her actions. Affecting an air of control that was slipping away with the last of Mulder's cone, Scully glanced down long enough to dip into her sundae one more time. With the spoon half-way to her mouth, she looked him in the eye, head tilted just slightly to one side as she told him, "I think, Agent Mulder, I'm enjoying sitting out here, taking in the view." She slipped the ice cream into her mouth and continued before he could interrupt, "Taking in the view of my very hot partner while I decide how the muscles of my foot will interact with the muscles of his--" He had actually choked and then groaned, she noted with approval, and reached for her foot. "I don't think you want to do that, Agent Scully." The heat of his fingers branding as they circled her ankle, stilling her foot while her curious toes wriggled against him. "I think maybe I should help you finish that sundae, Scully, because you seem to be taking your sweet time with it." Oh how she wanted to banish the recurring smug grin. If she didn't crawl across the table and kiss him to within an inch of his life first. Saying nothing instead, she pushed the dish toward him. Having long since polished off his treat, he set about helping her with hers--or was it his, she pondered as he devoted his attention to the wilting whipped cream. Scully knew full well the effect his singular attention could have. On her. Which sensation to focus on? Her choices suddenly seemed limitless -- each one more thrilling than the other. Even as her foot began to move again, sliding up and down from his quads to his inner thigh and back again, his fingers stroked the indentations on either side of her Achilles tendon, teasing and lightly pinching. His face a study in a swiftly moving weather front, his eyes danced beneath the sparkle of the lighting and his lips parted fractionally, leaving just enough space for his tongue to wet them. But it was his index finger dipping into the whipped cream topping and moving toward her face that presently caught her attention. Wrested a whimper from her. Surprising even to her, she managed to let slip only a small portion of her emotion as she intoned, "That's okay, Mulder; I'm really not all that hungry anymore. You can finish it." Then, several things seemed to happen simultaneously with that rapidly langorous speed that often occurs in dreams or other moments one wishes would spiral on forever. She'd always known just how well they worked in harmony, how oftentimes synchronous their movements could be, how well they knew what they other liked. But it was times like this that made her want to both laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all and weep with the overwhelming and heady feeling of what it did to her. Perfect. Below the table. The feel of his hand as it released its hold on her ankle with a fluttering touch. His body moving closer to the table and then sliding back into his seat. Thereby spreading his legs. Granting her access. Perfect. Above the table. The sweet, wet and white topping that he aimed first for her mouth, but then redirected to his own waiting lips actually made her pout with just a smidgen of disappointment. That was short-lived as he once again returned to the whipped fluff, this time making a beeline for her slight frown. Changing it to just the opposite as she feels the corners of her lips curling upward and then opening to admit his finger. Words seemed superfluous to them both as his reactions told her everything she needed or wanted to know. He seemed mesmerized, his slowed blinking and occasional panting second only to the growl that escaped him as he once again explored her mouth. She joined him, moaning around his questing digit as she caught the movement of his other hand in her peripheral vision. It headed south again. Oh. Mulder. Her foot walked up the length of his fly, the rigidity under her seeming to throb in response to her exploration. One by one, he toyed with her toes, moving them against him. They were both heedless of their surroundings, the little white lights blurred spots filtered through a smudged lens. Unsure of what happened first, she took his hand from her mouth, twining their fingers. Twining turned to desperate grasping and flexing in time with the hips moving against her foot below the table. Scully smiled, a soft laugh escaping her and she noticed the answering laughter in Mulder's face as the metal chair legs scraped the brick in time with his movements. A portion of her amusement, a contentment with their ability to mix the humor with the heat. Her smile disappeared under the flush rising from her chest to her hairline and she swam in the melting heat as he pressed his palm to her foot, increasing the pressure on his erection as he thrust against her. "Scully," he half whispered/half croaked, "let's get outta here." ~*~*~ He felt miles away from his professional persona of Fox Mulder, Special Agent. Relatively young and currently carefree, he had the woman he loved and lusted after walking beside him, their fingers warmly entwined. Of course that somewhat bucolic image was tarnished by the fact they were walking far too rapidly for a casual stroll, due to their haste to get back to the motel and indulge their mutual arousal. And by the fact that he was sporting a still rather impressive erection inside his button-fly jeans, said erection having failed to diminish since leaving the ice cream shop. Fortunately, the distance to the motel was really negligible. As they began the short trek across the motel parking lot, Mulder ended up taking the lead and rather forcefully tugging Scully after him. His long legs ate up the distance easily, while Scully's had to work double-time to match his pace. At the door, it was she who turned aggressor. While he struggled to fish the key from his pocket, Scully plastered herself to him from behind, pressing her breasts into his back and stroking her hands up and down his chest. Managing to retrieve the small piece of metal at last, he almost dropped it when she scratched her nails over his hardened nipples. Pure pleasure shot straight through to his groin and he actually quivered. "Scully!" he gasped, and reached his free hand up to try and still hers. "Wait until we get inside, baby," was his shakily delivered admonishment. Chuckling, she relented and eased back slightly, her hands gliding down to his torso, where she hooked her fingers in his waistband. "You started it, Mulder," she replied mock-petulantly. "Was that not you sucking my finger into your mouth back at the ice cream parlor? In possible full view of any passerby?" His grin was smug once again, even though she could not see his face -- he was rather proud of that particular move. And extremely pleased with the reactions it had elicited from Scully. Still, he had to pull himself together in order to respond, for his mind and body were caught up in memory and arousal. Reaching for her right hand, he found her index finger and toyed with it suggestively, cupping his hand around it and sliding up and down. "This finger right here, Scully? Is this the one?" Instead of replying, she slid her free hand down to cup him, squeezing lightly, and murmured, "Just hurry up and open the damn door, Mulder." If he could get his fingers to cooperate, he'd do just that. But all sensation was centered in one place -- underneath her skilled and knowing fingers. But at last he was successful. Albeit three attempts later. Pushing the door open, he stumbled inside, Scully literally on his heels with one of her hands gripping his tee shirt at his back, her other clutching at his hip. Spinning around, he had enough presence of mind to shove the door shut again and to twist the lock before he was yanking her to him and planting his lips down hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth, mirroring the action of his groin as he thrust into her stomach. "Mul...mmmmm," was her response. That, and the fisting of her hands in his hair. Mulder swept his hands down her back to grasp her ass and lift her up on tiptoe, to better align their bodies. This action rocked her pelvis over the hard ridge of his erection. And completely rocked his senses. Groaning, he dug his fingers into her softly yielding flesh, pressing her more firmly into him, and began to walk backwards to the bed. Misjudging the distance and too happily distracted to release her lips or her ass, he was not prepared when the backs of his legs hit the mattress. He lost his balance and fell, still clutching Scully. She landed atop him in the straddle position, only she was now riding his belly, and their mouths separated in surprise. Meeting his gaze, her eyes widened, and her lips started to twitch. The twitch became a grin, and then she burst into laughter. As did he, their bodies shaking with their mirth. The feel of her above him and on him, the movements of her unrestrained amusement suddenly sensual and erotic, had his mirth fading away. He stared at her -- the sparkle in her passion-darkened eyes, the flush on her cheeks. Her sheer and utter beauty. Though their impromptu dance and subsequent humor had served to slow his racing passion, he now found it re-energized. Arms rising, he clutched at her back and rolled them with a smart twist of his hips until she was on her back. Settling into the cradle of her thighs, her legs lifted naturally to lock around his waist. Hands diving into her hair, he held her head still and took her lips with a ferocious hunger. The same ferocious hunger Scully both craved and shared. As her legs encircled his lower half, so did her arms encircle his shoulders, her fingers kneading and stroking. He thrust against her, once, twice, then groaned out his frustration at the barriers between them. Releasing her lips, he came up on one elbow, leaning his weight to the side, and reaching between them, began working on freeing his aching cock. Once he had succeeded, he skipped the task of removing his jeans to instead work on Scully's. His fingers plucked roughly at the top button, yanking in his haste and urgency. Her right hand, which had fallen to the mattress when he had partially lifted himself off of her, came up to still his. "Mulder, we can slow down," she murmured, squeezing his fingers slightly. "We have all the time in the world, remember?" Flashing her a somewhat repentant smile, he bent his head to nuzzle her cheek before trailing his mouth to the shell of her ear. "Try telling that to the guy in charge," was his wryly teasing whisper as he guided the backs of her fingers glancingly along his rigid and pulsing shaft. "But I'm game," he managed to get out, voice made husky and shaky by her touch. She made a humming sound low in her throat, smiling up at him through her lashes. "Oh, Mulder, you're definitely game." With a deft move, she evaded his hand and curled her fingers around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before stroking upwards and releasing him. Moving to his jeans, she hooked the loosened waistband with one finger and tugged gently. "But these need to go first." After planting a hard, fast kiss on her mouth, he rolled over onto his back. Kicking off his Docksiders, he watched them fly through the air to land with distinct thuds before resuming his task. Shucking the jeans and his boxers with supreme haste and flinging them away, he did a partial sit-up, feeling the pull in his abs, and removed his tee shirt. Before it hit the ground, he was at Scully's side again. She was still methodically working on the buttons of her blouse, so he gallantly offered his assistance. Tugging the tails out of her jeans, he shoved the gauzy material out of his way, covering her hands in the process, and skimmed the zipper of her fly down. Her breathy giggle/gasp was music to his ears, and the gentle rap she gave his skull made him smile. "Help, not hindrance, Mulder," she lectured good-naturedly. "These jeans are a hindrance, baby," he told her, and came up on his knees. His cock bobbed with his movements, and he watched as Scully's gaze was drawn to it, her eyes smoky and dark. He brought his hand up and gave himself a slow stroke under her rapt attention, fighting not to shiver, before trailing those same fingers down her thigh. Then maneuvering himself between her legs, he used his knees to nudge them further apart. Scully came up on her elbows, the sides of the blouse falling open, revealing her toned stomach and her pink bra, hardened nipples puckering the satin. Her breathing was quite unsteady, he noted with pleasure. With a wolfish grin, he lifted her right foot and placed it on his taut thigh, like she were about to try on a shoe. He rubbed her exposed anklebone with his thumb before slipping it under the strap and tugging her sandal off. Tossing it aside, he returned to her foot. Letting her heel rest on his thigh once again, he stroked a finger along her arch, smiling when her foot twitched in his hold, and then using his thumbs, began his massage. Her head fell back, thrusting her chest out further. Seeing this, he bemoaned the fact that he was too far away to run his tongue up along that smooth expanse of flesh broken only by her bra. So he improvised. Bending his head and raising her foot to his mouth, he traced her arch from heel to toe before circling around her big toe. "Oh, God," she moaned, foot spasming in his hand once again. You ain't felt nothing yet, baby, Mulder said silently, and drew her toe into his mouth. He applied a gentle suction and then released, letting it slide partially from his mouth. He repeated the action twice more, Scully shivering in reaction. "Mulder..." was her plaintive plea. Grinning victoriously, he lowered her foot back to his leg, reaching for her other one. And yelped in surprise when she walked the toes of the abandoned foot up his thigh to slip between his legs and fondle his sac. Despite the fact that it felt good -- too good -- he grabbed the wayward foot and returned it to its place on his thigh, intoning mock-warningly, "Uh unh, Scully." She pouted, but relented, after one last wiggle of her toes on his bare skin. Though she did throw in a demand of sorts. "I'm feeling a little overdressed here, Mulder." His response was to rip her remaining sandal off and send it spiraling into nowhere before leaning forward to grab at the waistband of her jeans. Making growling sounds, he tugged rather forcefully. Scully assisted by lifting and shimmying her hips, and in seconds the jeans were off. Quickly discarding them over the side of the bed, Mulder fell forward, catching himself on his palms which were now planted on either side of her hips. Bringing his face to her abdomen, he was momentarily distracted from his intentions by the scent of her arousal -- heady and intoxicating. He inhaled deeply as he lifted his head slightly, meeting Scully's eyes. Then, holding her gaze, he leaned in and nipped at her panties, catching the edge with his teeth and grazing her skin in the process. She sucked in a sharp breath, her stomach muscles quivering, and let out a throaty moan. Lifting her lower body, she rocked against him. Mulder found himself rocking as well, rocking his pelvis and creating a wonderful friction between his hard cock and the mattress beneath him. But it wasn't nearly enough. With a groan, he shifted his weight to one side so that he could bring his hand up to tug at her panties. They managed to wrestle the garment off together, and once he had tossed it aside, he rose to his knees between her sprawled legs and started on her blouse. Her bra quickly followed, whereupon he briefly cupped and squeezed her bared breasts before he stroked his hands down her ribs to her hips and onward. Reaching her outer thighs, his touch causing a visible trail of goose bumps to pebble her skin, he continued down until he was palming her ass. Without warning, he sat back on his heels and lifted her, pulling her up so that her backside now rested on his legs. Scully made a sound, an animalistic growl/moan that rippled along his spine and had him hastening to grasp and position himself, ready to plunge deep. He flicked a glance up at her face, saw her watching through lidded eyes, saw her lips move as she mouthed silently, "Now." She was slick with her arousal, and he slid in easily. Hissing out his breath at the feeling of wet heat surrounding his cock, he returned his hands to her hips, fingers curling under her ass, holding her steady. ~*~*~ She had to give him credit, Scully thought, with whichever few brain cells were still functioning. Mulder was inventive, managing to surprise and excite her. Oh, she knew she was no slouch in that department, but she was secretly excited by his sometimes athletic efforts and more than a little turned on by his current choice of position. Not that she thought he'd given it much forethought; it was clear that the two of them were equally far gone before they'd even returned to the motel. But it was more what he was capable of while 'in the moment'. Quick thinking, making the best use of his raw material and able to make physically sexual leaps in a...well, maybe not a single bound, but who cared? Who cared when the feel of his long fingers were firmly gripping her ass and Mulder was moving so deeply inside her, filling her, sending electric jolts through every nerve ending. Her legs bowed outward as her heels inched along his hips, finally moving to his lower back, drawing him nearer still. Moving with a synchrony they often took for granted, she felt Mulder bend forward, his arms slipping under her as she contracted her abs and helped him lift her from the quilted bedspread. She wrapped herself around him, taking him even deeper inside her, a rush of breath forced from her at the intense sensation. With some maneuvering, and awkward finesse, Mulder hugged her to him, their bodies slick with perspiration, slipping with the effort. Somehow miraculously remaining joined. Clutching at his shoulders, Scully nuzzled his neck, trying to gain purchase as she felt him resituate them, his legs moving under him as she found herself sitting in his lap. A throaty gasp, followed by a snorted laugh, Scully nipped at his collarbone and then drew back. "Your stamina is truly amazing, partner." Scully felt him plant his feet on and dig his heels into the firm mattress beneath them as he demonstrated just how amazing his stamina truly was. He thrust his hips, his fingers splayed on her behind, trying to hold her to him and she leaned back, her head falling back as waves of pleasure swamped her. Although she straddled him and had the leverage advantage, he held her fast. Limiting her ability to do much more than receive his short, but rather heady strokes that seemed to fill her anew each time he drew back. And pushed forward again. "I aim to please..." she heard his gruff reply as she gripped his sides with her inner thighs. She wasn't sure who moaned first, but together, they sounded like something from one of those movies that weren't his. And trying to hold back any verbal expression of what she was experiencing was next to impossible. Even more impossible when she felt the barely there touches of backs of his fingers as they brushed across her hard nipples and danced across her abs where his index finger explored her navel...and then moved farther south. She hummed her approval. Mulder stopped moving, his hips first slowing to an agonizingly teasing pace and then ceasing entirely. Scully bit her lip to keep from letting loose with a very clear and colorful explanation of exactly what she thought of his actions, and was glad she'd withheld judgment when another finger joined the first. The two swirled around, creating a powerful effect in counterpoint to the feeling of him held within her, as her inner walls contracted and spasmed. "God, Muh...Mulder," she managed to grit out before he bent forward, reaching for and lifting her to him. She felt the palm of his hand against the back of her head as he drew her in for a soul-searing kiss. His mouth fused with hers and her tongue dueled with his as he tipped his head for closer contact. Scully whimpered and then moaned yet again, the vibrations darting through her and straight to where they were joined. Her bent legs fell away from Mulder's body and she let her hands fall to his chest, her fingers curling and flexing over the light hair and his small, tight nipples. Her back arched as the first tingling of her release signaled, and gasping, she released Mulder's lips. Her partner seemed to have other ideas as he murmured, 'Uh uhn, Scully'. Although she was sure it was no great mystery since they'd been lovers for some time now, she still always marveled at just how well he read her arousal and seemed to know just how to draw out the anticipation. She was damn close now, and she knew he was very well aware of that fact by her sounds and her movements. Her body was a combination of tightly strung and bonelessly liquid as he kept her from crashing over the edge for a few ecstatic moments longer. Maddeningly, his fingers slowed, but didn't leave her, heightening the buzz and throbbing she felt. "Mulder," she nearly-whined, totally lost to the sensations, to the spiraling and escalating rush. But not so lost that she couldn't afford to force her eyes open, to see the smug grin on her hot and bothered partner as he appeared to be studying her, cataloguing her reactions. Oh, she was sure he was fighting his own battle with staving off the inevitable; she could read his reactions, as well. But in the meantime, he was deriving a little too much pleasure at her expense -- even if that pleasure mirrored her own. Trying to compose the most serious expression she could, Scully's hand joined his, directing those rather skillful fingers. "I'm warning you, Mulder," she husked, her voice awash in desire, "move it." Sometimes, Mulder followed directions to the letter and this was one of those times. Licking his lips as the color rose across his chest, to his neck and into his face, he gave her the once over, his dark eyes rekindling her lust. And she felt the sparks building once again as together they resumed the slippery stroking, causing her to inhale sharply. She felt Mulder support her back with his other hand as he watched her, his hips driving him in and out in initially slow and easy, and then increasingly short and faster thrusts. Time either sped up or stopped or she lost track of it completely as the added movement rekindled her ardor and she collapsed forward, her fingers tightening on his upper arms as she shivered and then went rigid against him. "Jesus, Scully," Mulder panted, "I thought you were going to ride me into the floor." She could hear and feel the irregular snort at his words and the hammering of his heart against his chest. She wasn't done with him -- not by a long shot. "And you, Mulder, haven't seen anything yet." Lifting her head, she glanced up at him, knowing he would catch the glimmer in her eye. She was rewarded with a questioningly curious smile from him, his mouth opening in surprise when she slid off of him, somehow managing to land on her back -- with him on top of her. Caught unawares, but always rising to the occasion, Mulder landed with a graceless 'oaf', rolling to one side to avoid pinning Scully under him. But being pinned beneath Mulder was exactly what she had in mind as she untangled legs and arms until he was settled in the cradle of her hips, his weight on his forearms, hands underneath her shoulders. Positioned almost exactly how she wanted him. "You were saying, Scully?" Puffs of warm Mulder breath caressed her face at his words before he leaned in to suckle her lower lip, quickly banishing any thoughts of a reply. Attempting to plaster herself to him, she used her heels to show him where she most wanted his lower body. She used her hand to be more specific, guiding his erection to her opening. Pressing her bent legs into his hips, she lifted her own as she drew him downward and they merged once again. No matter how many times they made love or fucked each other senseless, it always felt 'new' to Scully. She sometimes wondered whether that was just some romantic notion she heard about so often that she somehow subconsciously bought into it. But then one of them would glance at the other, a small, knowing look would pass between them, and they'd find themselves frantically trying to figure out just how quickly they could make it to someplace safe and private. Slow, hot and teasing or fast, primal and driven, their coupling would be founded on the deep emotions of their relationship. But that never precluded a healthy dose of playfulness with a strong base of need and desire. Scully's fingers scrabbled over Mulder's ass as she gasped his name, his open-mouthed wet kisses to her neck and ear causing her to rise against him. His wiry chest hairs tickled and taunted her already sensitive nipples as their motions created a delicious friction. If his nipping and sucking weren't enough indication, the now-erratic and uncoordinated swivel of his hips as he thrust told her his own release was not far off. He seemed to expand inside her, filling her with an intense pressure, sending her into contractions that tried to envelop even more of him. One leg slipped higher along his back as the other sought purchase where the back of his thigh met his ass. Her new position ensuring his closeness, her hands moved to his hair, tunneling through the sweaty locks, bringing his mouth to hers. Now it was her turn to lap at his lower lip, to mate her tongue with his, to seal them in every possible way. She felt him slow imperceptibly, the muscles in his hips clenching before he picked up the pace for three or four more strokes, their lips separating as they panted, catching their breath. ~*~*~ Epilogue Half an Hour Later Mulder had moved them underneath the top sheet and comforter, the over-zealous air-conditioner quickly chilling their sweat covered flesh. Scully seemed to recall that he'd also gone into the bathroom and brought them back warm washcloths and a towel. She lazily smiled as she imagined once again the image of his retreating backside. Scully didn't want to consider the thought of waking up completely; not if it meant she'd have to leave the cocoon formed by her partner's warm body and the now equally warm bed linens. The location of the single window in their room and the fact that they were virtually out in the middle of nowhere, meant that no street light or parking lot lighting seeped in around the drawn blinds and stiff rayon pinch-pleated curtains. She snuggled closer, her head on his chest, her left arm slung across him possessively. Humming against his skin, Scully felt Mulder stir, mumbling something that could have been 'aliens' or 'conspiracy' or simply 'Scully'. Although Mulder insisted otherwise, Scully knew that he occasionally said a few words when he slept. She liked to think of them as the overflow of words he didn't get out during the course of the day; being as talkative as he was, she was sure if sleep didn't hit him, the words might keep flowing. Scully planted a small kiss to one side of his nipple and then tentatively ran her tongue over it. She waited a few seconds and when Mulder did little more than idly rub her arm, she repeated her action -- a little more boldly. "Huh... whah... Scully..." It was truly amazing how a slow, middle of the night seduction could reduce an otherwise loquacious man to unintelligible syllables. And Scully was proud of her efforts, her hand roaming over his torso, pausing at his navel as she toed his calf, nudging his lower legs apart. "Did you say something, Mulder?" She could tell he felt her question as his fingers tried to move her chin away. She knew he was sometimes ticklish over light touches or movements. So she rimmed his navel with a similarly light touch and was rewarded with another playful swat of his hand. Which didn't deter her, but did tell her to change her tactics. She wet her finger and then trailed it from his chest, following the linea alba to his navel once again, now dipping her finger into the round depression. This time, she wasn't pushed away and his leg twined with hers. "I'm awake, Scully," he told her, his voice that rough sandpapery monotone that often made her weak in the knees. "All of me," he continued, his hand covering hers and laying it over his semi-erect penis. She smiled against him, her body moving of its own accord as she rolled her hip farther over him. "Mulder?" He met her with a slightly more assertive thrust. "I'm always *ready* for you, Scully. Always." ~*~*~ Finis