Title: The Midnight Sinderella Series-Part 3 "Rush Hour Traffic" 
Author: AllthingsX
Rating: NC17 a must! 
Author's note: This installment follows the events of the previous two
segments. You need not read the first two to follow, but it would probably help
'set the mood', so-to-speak.J Enough talk, read on!!
Summary: The end of the day finally approaching, Mulder and Scully attend one
last meeting before they head home for the night-the very long night. Oh, and
the drive home ain't bad either! Enjoy!


Hoover Building: Conference room


The slide-show in the meeting that afternoon literally put Scully to sleep.
She napped, taking advantage of the darkness of the room. It was the only time
she had been glad to see a damn over-head upon entering a briefing. Usually
Mulder had some off-the-wall case attached to the infernal piece of equipment,
and the presence of the thing only meant a probable trek through some
God-forsaken forest in the middle of nowhere, or some dark, dank sewer system
chasing after a mutant fluke-man.

****** 

In the meeting, Scully let herself doze, leaning on Mulder's shoulder. He
smiled as he recalled just how rigorous their lunch-hour had been for her. He
looked at her face, still somewhat flushed from their noon-time activities. He
could not help but smile at the memory of her calling out his name as he coaxed
her body to a raging climax.

Before he knew it, the meeting drew to a close with a few final words from the
moderator. So as not to disturb Scully, he reached across his body with his
left hand and brushed the tip of her nose with his finger. "Hey. Scully. Wake
up. We're all done here," he said quietly. He did not want for anyone to see
her position against him, knowing of her concern for discretion considering the
nature of their relationship. Yes, there were rumors, but there was no need to
confirm them by rubbing it in the faces of their colleagues.

Mulder watched as she awakened slowly, taking the time to stretch her
stiffened limbs as she came-to. He never tired of watching her, whether in
waking hours or during sleep. He loved to watch her sleep. She often talked in
her dreams, and much to his delight most of her dreams included him. She would
sometimes whisper his name, and a gentle smile would take shape on her lips.
Coming back to the present, he softly nudged her, encouraging her to sit up as
the lights were turned back on. This caused her to flinch and squint at the
abrupt brightness.

There was a fit of bustling as all agents present hurried to leave the
conference room and make a mad dash for the time clocks. After all, it was
almost five o'clock.  Ah, the dedication of federal employees. Mulder and
Scully took their time in gathering their things, knowing that they would have
less company in the elevator if they waited a few minutes. Neither had the
desire to imitate sardines, so a short delay was mutually agreed upon. They
were content, for the moment, to stand close together to allow room for
everyone to pass them on the way out the door. They stood close enough that
their bodies touched from shoulder to hip.

As it turned out, they were the only ones on the "down" elevator. Big shock.
Everyone else had offices above the level of the conference rooms. Not a
problem. The doors closed behind them, and Mulder turned to Scully, gently
pushed her against the wall. He brought his lips to her neck just behind her
ear. He had learned that this was a definite erogenous zone on her body. He
took advantage of its effectiveness as often as possible, many times leaving
her to recover her breathing pattern while he walked off wearing a pronounced
grin. He loved this about her, she was so easily aroused by his touch. What a
boost for self esteem- a woman like Scully being so completely turned on,
anytime, anyplace by just nibbling on her earlobe. Oh, he was a lucky man!

This time,  however, he did not stop with a simple nip at her ear. He worked
his mouth around her jaw line to her other ear. Her head swayed as a soft moan
escaped from her throat. Mulder moved his lips down her neck, placing open
kisses on her skin, leaving a warm trail with his tongue. He felt her hands
come to grip his suit jacket at the waist. He placed his hands on either side
of her waist, kneading her flesh gently. 

Another moan from Scully, and he felt her move her body against his, making
contact in all the right places. He elicited a growl as he moved to place his
mouth over hers. She parted her lips and he thrust his tongue inside. The taste
of her always made him swoon. He had never imagined anyone tasting like that,
and each time he kissed her, he was like a starving man who had been cursed to
a bland diet all his life until then. Bland in the sense that every other woman
before her, every other kiss before hers, had not mattered in the grand scheme
of things. 

He slid one knee between her thighs, drawing a gasp from her against his
mouth. Tongues still dancing against one another, he moved his thigh against
her, feeling the heat radiating from her body. He knew from experience that she
would already be wet, and judging by her response to his movements, he was
right. She pressed herself against him, rotating her hips as she clung to him
in effort to bring herself closer. Just as he felt her hook one leg behind
knee, the elevator "dinged!", signaling their arrival at the garage level.

'Damn!', he cursed to himself. Oh well, more to look forward to when they got
to her apartment. No problem. With Scully, anticipation was half  the fun.


******

Parking Garage-Hoover Building


Taking a small chance,  Scully took Mulder's hand as they exited the elevator,
not wanting to break contact just yet. She was still reeling from the kiss they
had not been able to finish.  She could feel her heart beating wildly as they
walked through the darkened lot. 

Arriving at her car, she turned to Mulder and looked up to find him staring at
his own vehicle parked two spaces away. She smiled as he turned back to her,
never letting go of her hand, displaying a slow smile in silent request. She
understood and, making  certain her doors were locked, let  him tow her toward
his car. 

It was times such as this, something as simple as a ride home together with
just the two of them, that had become so special to her. The fact that they
could not publicly acknowledge their feelings for each other made life
frustrating at times.

Their time alone together was just not sufficient in her eyes. She wanted
more. She wanted to be able to stroll down the hallways of the Hoover Building
holding his hand, laughing with him as she leaned against his arm. She wanted
to be able to sit close to him in public places without the fear that someone
might see them. She wanted to be able to kiss him goodbye as they parted to go
about their individual tasks throughout the day. All of this was impossible, of
course. The fact was, that she missed him every moment they were not together.
Not being able to express how she felt was becoming increasingly difficult.
More than once they had nearly been busted in elevators or abandoned meeting
rooms due to passion that could not be kept hidden.

He walked her to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her.
She was surprised as, looking around to make sure they were alone, he dipped
his head to place a lingering kiss on her lips. His tongue barely teased her,
but she felt it to her toes. She was always amazed by the power of his kisses.
Her body responded without her brain's permission. She was infected with him,
and she would not have it any other way.


******


Mulder released Scully's hand with more than a little reluctance. He made his
way back to the other side of the care, climbed in, and pulled from the garage
with full intent on making it to her apartment in record time. Once on the
road, he felt her hand reach out to his own and he squeezed it affectionately.
Just to touch her was enough to re-inspire him to move faster in order to get
her alone.


I-95: Rush Hour 


His intentions aside, someone or something had it in for him this day. Traffic
on the freeway was bumper-to-bumper. They left at the usual time, which allowed
for them to miss the bulk of commuters heading home. Most of the time. This
afternoon, however, there had been a four car pile-up and no one was going
anywhere in record time. Mulder sighed loudly, feeling that surely this was a
plot to keep him from taking Scully home and having mind-blowing sex with her
on the floor of her apartment, not even making it to her bedroom. Quite often,
in fact, they never did make it to the bedroom. They had become intimately
acquainted with her kitchen counter, her living room floor, her couch, not to
mention the wall just inside her front door and in her hallway.

Over the course of their new-found intimacy, they were insatiable in their
sexual appetites. Whenever and wherever they could, they were tangled in a knot
of limbs and lust, seeking and finding the release they had hungered for over
the past five years. 

Just as they came to a stop and were facing an endless sea of traffic
stretched out in front of them, Mulder heard a distinct "clicking" sound to his
right. He turned to see Scully unbuckling her seatbelt and failing miserably to
hide a smile that was teasing its way onto her lips. He looked to his left and
right, and found everyone else engrossed in the source of their predicament. No
one was paying attention to the petite red-head sliding over the front seat to
close the distance between them.

He watched as she leaned up to turn the radio on, providing some background
noise for what, he was not sure. He had a feeling he was going to like it,
whatever it was. He started as he felt her hand come to rest on his thigh. She
leaned over close enough to lick the outside edge of his ear, causing him to
suck in a surprised breath at her touch.

He loved the way Scully used her tongue on him. She was able to drive him
insane by simply bathing his skin with warm, wet strokes as she talked to him,
asking him what he wanted from her. She was intoxicating beyond any physical
description. 

The next thing he knew, he closed his eyes as she moved her hand to cover his
ever-growing erection through his pants. He was fully erect and hard as a rock
as soon as her hand made one pass along his length. He moaned his satisfaction,
and her motions increased.

"Scully-..Jesus-.Scully-.Aw-that's so good-.." he said in staggered breath. He
felt himself becoming increasingly aware of the confines of his clothes, namely
his boxers and slacks. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to push her
into the seat of the bureau sedan and lose himself in her body as he pumped
into her until he came in an explosive kaleidoscope of colors and senses. 

As he continued his little jaunt from reality, he was once again startled back
to the present by Scully's aggressive actions of opening his zipper and
releasing his straining cock from his underwear. He was engorged and hot, and
he felt himself twitch with anticipation as he knew what was coming next. He
gripped the steering wheel as he struggled to put a sentence together. 

"Scul-Scully..You don't have to -.We shouldn't-.not here.." He could not
combine words in any coherent manner. She had begun to stroke him, gripping him
tightly and moving from base to tip with just the right amount of pressure. She
knew what he liked and how he liked it. He was lost as his head snapped from
side to side looking for any sign that someone could see what was happening in
the front seat of one navy-blue four-door sedan displaying government tags.

He began puffing in a rhythmic pattern as she leaned over again, this time
closing her teeth on the skin of his neck, just at he point where it met his
shoulder. He felt the sharp sting of pain as she pulled back, allowing her
teeth to scrape their way clear of his now molten flesh. He was in trouble--.
His hips began to move in sync with her hand.

He could think of only one thing as Scully made her way down  his body to the
heated source of her attention. 'Please, God. Don't let them open the road
block-just for a little while-..' This thought was all that occupied his
thoughts until her mouth descended on his hardened member.

	
******


Scully reveled in the sound of her lover trying to subdue his moans of
pleasure as she used her tongue to moisten the length of his shaft, now hot and
swollen in her grasp. She had never been so uninhibited with any of her lovers
in the past. She could not believe what she was doing, much less where she was
doing it.	 The fact that she seemed to have no reservations about doing
such acts now was, she decided, directly attributed to her partner. He was, by
far, the most incredible lover she had ever had. Also, he was the only man she
ever enjoyed performing oral sex on. He returned the favor in spades.  

Mulder could do more to her with a few quiet words and a soft caress than most
men she had known could achieve after reaching "home base". She giggled to
herself at the thought. Sex with Mulder was beyond mere adjectives-it was
worthy of comparison to the works of the great poets and artists throughout
history. She couldn't imagine someone being able to satisfy needs and urges she
never even knew she had.

Now, here in the front seat of his car, she was hidden from the view of other
drivers, leaving her free to make the most of her position. She loosened his
pants even more, giving her access to run one hand down to gently knead his
balls as she moved her mouth to the tip of is penis, slipping her mouth over
the head and taking him in as far as she could.

She smiled at the sounds that came from his throat as she began moving up and
down on him, lightly scraping the velvety skin with her teeth for added
sensation. She could barely make out her name as she drove him further and
further, pushing him toward the edge. 

She noticed the car becoming thick with the scent of their mutual arousal. The
aroma of Mulder aroused was intoxicating to her. His cologne mixed with a light
sweat and the raw fragrance that was distinctly "male" was like nothing she had
ever experienced. That, combined with the sound of his voice was making her own
body react involuntarily. She felt the moisture building between her legs once
more, adding to the dampness that had started in the elevator back at the
bureau. Her nipples were now standing out and pressing against the fabric of
her blouse, painfully erect.

She increased the speed of her actions, feeling the muscles in Mulder's thighs
begin to tense, a sure sign of him moving closer to precipice. She came up off
him with an audible "pop" and placed a quick kiss on his lips, surprising him
into silence-for a moment. She quickly re-applied her attention to his erect
cock, now pulsing with the need for release. She moved her thumb over the end,
smoothing the glistening drop at the tip over the head, then once again, taking
him deep into her throat.

He let out a sharp cry of pleasure as she began to suck in earnest-seeking to
give him what he was waiting for. She felt one of his hands come up to tangle
his fingers through her hair. Mulder never used his hands to push or pull
himself deeper into her mouth, he just wanted to touch her during such an
intense, intimate act. She knew this and did not mind the slight bit of weight
against her head as she set her sights on the goal of this race.

She heard Mulder breathing in short, rapid bursts now, losing the ability to
pace himself. It amused her that he could so easily lose control to her in this
way. A man was never more vulnerable than when he was on the verge of orgasm,
thus rendering him defenseless against everything and everyone. While it was
endearing that he chose her to lose himself to, it also turned her on more than
she could say. Once again, she felt herself closely following Mulder toward the
proverbial light.

His body began to move in short, jerky motions. She could tell he was trying
to make it last. She was having none of that. Using all the strength her
mandibular muscles, she put more effort into getting him off, her cheeks
sinking with the pressure of her intentions. She took her mouth off of him for
a split second, causing him to growl disapproval with at the loss of contact.

"Cum for  me, Mulder-..Please-.." She whispered the request as she descended
on him for the last time. She used her hand at the base of his shaft to
encourage his release. She felt him begin to lose control beneath her
ministrations.


******

	
Mulder was puffing his cheeks with each breath. He mumbled something he did
not even recognize. All he could focus on was the woman attached to his body,
and he stole a glance down to his groin in time to see himself disappear into
her mouth again. With that, he let out a deep seated groan, and let her know
how close he was.

"Scully-Oh..Scul-..Shit!" He stammered his words in a blind attempt to string
together words of encouragement for  his lover. "Jesus Scully! That' so
good-Yeah, just like that-.oh GOD!!" He let himself give into the coming tidal
wave, leaving himself open to be carried out to sea with the reseeding tide.

As she pumped him in and out of her mouth, her movements fast and measured, he
felt a tightening begin low in his belly, spreading to his limbs, and then
slamming into his groin with a force so powerful it left him breathless. He
called out her name, and he was cumming. He emptied himself into her mouth as
his orgasm ripped through him like a black-talon bullet-spiraling out of
control until it left him shredded, sated, and utterly out of breath. It lasted
for what seemed like forever, leaving small aftershocks in its wake. 

Mulder's body was trembling. He was shivering, despite the subsequent heat
built up inside the car. He felt Scully take her mouth from him, leaving him
limp and spent. She moved to his mouth, moving her tongue across his lower lip
and sighing lazily into his mouth as she pressed her lips to his.

He had not yet been able to open his eyes, as he was trying to get control
over his breathing. He had never experienced orgasms like the ones Scully drew
from him. He was absolutely exhausted. Just as he felt himself coming around
again, she began to speak to him in a hushed tone.


******
	  

"Mulder..Mulder, come on. Snap out of it." Scully poked him in the ribs,
trying to get him to pay attention to her. "Mulder, move it-the traffic is
breaking up. We need to go." She smiled as she watched him slowly open his
eyes, attempting to focus on his surroundings. He looked as if he had just
awakened from hibernation. He was spent, damp from sweat, and had a look of
complete satisfaction on his flushed face. He reached and took her face between
his hands and kissed her hard-his tongue insinuating its way between her lips.
With no resistance from her, he lingered there for as long as  he dared. The
horns started blaring and curse words were being flung in his direction. 

"Take it to a motel, pervert!!!!!" he heard someone shout. 

She pulled away as she patted his shoulder and said, "Mulder, you had better
put this away so we don't get any strange looks from the officers directing
traffic up ahead." She gestured to his limp penis, still hanging out of his
pants. Before he could react, she reached for him and tucked him back in his
clothes, giving him a slight squeeze before returning to her side of the front
seat and fastening her seatbelt. 

Well, I'm glad to see you liked your surprise, Mulder. We'll have to do this
again sometime." She just smiled as he looked at her with a lopsided grin-the
best he could come up with after what he had just been through.


******


The rest of the drive home was quiet. Neither Mulder nor Scully felt the need
for conversation, and simply sat, fingers intertwined, and listened to the
radio serenading them as the sun began to set behind them. 

Breaking the silence for just an instant, Mulder asked, "Hey Scully, you know
what I really like?"



END part 3
See you in part 4!!!!!
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Thanks again for reading!	  

	 

Angie

"Talking about love is like Dancing About Architecture."-Angelina Jolie