Wanton by: Nicole van Dam lone_jaguar@hotmail.com Rating: S, V, NC-17 (in case you missed that part) Summary: Mulder and Scully have a little trouble controlling themselves... Fox Mulder and Dana Scully do not belong tom-- ow! owowowowowow!!! Okay! Okay!! *dusts shoulders off* Skinner isn't mine either. They all belong to Chris Carter (lucky jerk), 1013 Prod. and FOX, Broadcasting. WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! NC-17 story ahead!!! Proceed at your own risk!! If you choose to continue even after all these warnings, then flame me for warping your mind, the flame (from me) will be big enough to melt all of Mulder's porno films... they've never been so hot... :-) I swear, I can't stop writing these... they're like a drug... Comments, suggestions and flames are always welcome. Though, I should add, the flames will be used for various things. Warm my house, roast weenies, toast marshmallows (even if I don't like them that much) and well... amuse me because I love fire. :-) enjoy. Xxxxxxx Fox Mulder cast another glance at his partner across the office. He swallowed hard. That outfit was suiting his partner... perfectly. The dark pants were just tight enough to catch the curve of her bottom and thigh beautifully, giving away just enough. The silk blouse concealed her chest and held it lovingly... just as he wanted to do right at that moment. He swallowed again... Was it getting hot in there? He straightened in his chair and ran a hand over his face. It had been four... no, *eight* weeks since they had last even *touched* each other the way they had when they were alone. A year they had been an 'intimate' couple, and the past two months, neither had been available at the same time to have dinner together, let alone spending the night together. He was asked to help the VCS, she was asked to speak at a conference... It was terrible, and very, very frustrating. Now, the two of them were together, in the same room, together, with the door locked, together, and alone... together. Mulder shook his head. he shouted inwardly. He grabbed his pen and started doodling on the file in front of him. He noticed that his hand was starting to shake. He jerked, surprising himself and he wondered absently if he had said that out loud. Mulder turned to his partner to she her watching him with a confused look on her face. "Mulder, are you okay?" she asked. He swallowed. "Yeah, why?" Dana frowned and walked over to him. She had been worried about him lately. Since they had decided to become a 'couple', in secret, of course, she had become even more protective of him, if that was at all possible. She moved him back a bit to stand between him and his desk and leaned back. She looked at him with concerned eyes that really didn't help his situation much. His pants were getting tighter by just looking at her. "You've been acting strange lately, Mulder," she said. "Is there something you need to tell me?" "No." Was his answer. She raised an eyebrow at him. Mulder stood and pressed her back against the desk with his body; hearing her make a small noise underneath him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him and brought his mouth to her ear. "You're killing me, Scully," he whispered. "And if you don't kiss me right now, I will not be held responsible for my actions." Dana smiled and pulled back so he would have to look at her. She smirked at him. "I'm glad you feel that way," she said, pushing him onto his chair. She moved foreward and straddled his legs. "Because I feel like I'm going to explode myself." Bringing her hands to the sides of his face, Scully pulled him into a kiss that oozed the lust they were both feeling. Mulder's hands found their way around her waist and he leaned up, trying to deepen the kiss; wanting to devour as much of her as he could. Thier tongues fought restlessly in each other's mouths as they tried to shift closer to each other. Which was hard, considering they were in a chair, but never let it be said, that they weren't prepared for any situation. The situation, however, changed dramatically when someone knocked on the door. They stopped short, just like that, and both turned to the door. They knew that displaying this kind of emotion in the workplace was a serious no-no. They had become masters at it during the year they'd been together. Mulder glanced at his partner as she stepped off his lap and manoeuvered herself to the filing cabinet, Fox straightened his tie and turned to Scully. "Come in," he called to the person on the other side of the door. The door opened and the Assistant Director walked in. He looked at the two of them with his trademarked frown. He regarded the two agents with suspiscion. "Agent Mulder, Scully," he said. "Can we help you, sir?" Scully asked. He turned to her. "Yes." He took a deep breath. "I'd like you two to watch a suspected drug traffiker in the East end of town." He continued quickly at the look on their faces. "Only for an hour. He usually goes to a warehouse two blocks from there. We can pick him up there, we just need you two to tell us when he's on the way." Mulder glanced at his partner and then back to the AD. "Okay, when should we be out there?" "ASAP," he replied and turned to leave. The door shut and the two agents looked at each other. "So?" Fox asked with a sly grin. Scully held up a hand. "Not now," she said. "Later." ==== "So..." Mulder and Scully sat in the car, watching the small house across the street. Dana looked at him and tried to suppress the urge to jump on him. she thought. She glanced at him. Forcing herself to look out the car window, she rested her chin in her palm. "Scully?" She turned to him slowly. "Yeah?" She took one look at the expression on his face and her heartrate increased. They stared at each other for a few minutes, both knew what the other was thinking. She suddenly realized what they were about to do, and where they were going to do it, was incredibly wrong. "Mulder--" Her partner cut her off abruptly, covering her mouth with his, backing her tight against the seat. She whimpered, reaching her arms into his jacket and around his waist. "God, Dana... I want you." She chuckled. "There isn't enough room in here." True. The car wasn't as roomy as they could want, but... "Here," he said. He moved her to the side and sat in the seat, pulling her over him. "How 'bout that?" Dana kissed his jaw and moved to his neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin. Mulder's hands tightened on her waist; pushing his hips up to hers. "Ahh... There no way I'm letting the amount of room in here get in the way." Reaching down, Fox undid her pants, pushing them down. Scully stopped and shifted herself so the pants fell to the floor. She looked at him with a seductive smile and straddled his legs again. Kissing him deeply, she reached down and fumbled with his belt. "Let's get rid of these, shall we?" Mulder groaned as she pulled his pants and briefs from him. She couldn't wait. They were far enough. In one motion, his pants were pushed to his knees and she lowered herself onto him. Fox moaned loudly and pushed himself into her. His head dropped back and Dana leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder. "Oh, God..." Mulder breathed, his eyes closed. "I know," Dana said. "I've been waiting for this for..." "Two months." "Oh, God..." She shifted her hips slightly to feel him and make sure this was really happening. This, however, caused a great deal of pleasure/pain for Mulder and his hands gripped her waist. "Mmm... Don't do that," he told her. Scully smiled and shifted her hips again, evoking a strangled moan from the man underneath her. "Don't *do* that." He raised his head and looked at her to see her smile. "I love you," he said. "These past months have been hell." "I know," she said, her lips finding his. As they kissed, Mulder urged to feel more of her and lifted her slightly. He began moving his hips slowly in and out and Dana sucked in a breath. She closed her eyes and moved her hips in time with his. The feeling was incredible. Keeping the same speed, Mulder reached down and gently fingered the small bundle of nerves where they joined. Scully cried out softly and buried her face in his neck. She held a small bit of his skin between her teeth to stifle herself, which wasn't working. Mulder's teased her, speeding up and slowing down, always backing off before her release. "Mulder..." she said. "Mmmm, God..." Mulder's thumb worked faster, flicking the nub; barely touching it and she whimpered. "Please..." she whispered. "Please, Mulder..." He did as she requested, and kept at it. "Oh, yes... oh, God... oh, oh..." Finally, he squeezed it between two fingers and pulled hard. Scully cried his name out sharply and ground her hips into his as she came. Mulder stopped and waited for her to catch her breath. He stroked her face gently. When it seemed she had recovered, he started moving. Scully groaned as he did and grasped his shoulders; gently riding him. She leaned back and looked at him. His eyes were closed and his head back. She reached to him with one hand and touched his face. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She stroked his cheek with her thumb. "I love you, Mulder," she whispered. She leaned forward and kissed him slowly. His hands reached up around her, pressing her to him. Dana's lips moved slowly to line his jaw and make thier way to his ear. She took his lobe into her mouth and nibbled on it lightly. Mulder moaned and began thrusting himself faster. Scully let him take the lead and did her best to stay with his rhythm. It felt so good to be inside her again. It had been way too long without her. Mulder tried to hold it. He tried to hold off for another second, but he couldn't. Dana touched her lips to his ear. "Let it go, Mulder," she said. "Let it go." His thrusts soon became staggered; his breathing laboured, and she could feel her release start to build again. She shifted her hips in time with him, almost feeling him in contact the tiny nub at their junction. She tried to move herself a certain way so he would. "Oh, God, Scully..." "Mulder..." They writhed together in the seat, clinging to each other like this was their last moment together. Scully squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in his neck. Mulder noticed her do so and did everything he could to lean back slightly, forcing her to look at him. All he could do, though, was look at her. They were both beyond words at this point, but he held her face in his hands and watched her dark, passionate eyes which he was certain were mimicking his own expression. Dana felt a streak of pleasure shoot through her and her eyes closed briefly. She knew she was close and her hips ground into his each thrust, increasing the pressure for the both of them. Mulder moaned and picked up his movements. "Mulder..." Scully repeated his name with more urgency. "Ahhh... Mulder... Oh, God..." "Look at me," he moaned, trying his best to do the same. "Mmmm... Scully... oh, yesss... My God..." The speed was increased and the two of them fought to watch each other. They both wanted to fall into that world of pleasure, but, this time, they wanted to do it together. As soon as Mulder felt her clench around him, he took her face in his hands. She dangled on the edge of release, so he gave one more thrust and sent her over. Once she opened her mouth to cry out, Mulder pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. She whimpered and he kept thrusting; her release triggering his own. They came simultaneously; growling through the kiss that turned rough and harsh. They parted, spent and exhausted, holding each other closely. Scully rested her head on Mulder's shoulder; his own dropped back on the head rest. Once they had caught their breath, Fox reached up and stroked his partner's hair gently. She raised her head and looked up at him. She smiled. "You know what I'd like to know?" she asked. Mulder shook his head. "How the hell we just pulled that off." He laughed. "Necessity is the mother of all inventions." She rolled her eyes. "Must you always be so profound?" He smiled and lifted her off him so he could slip his pants back on. "Yes," he told her. "It keeps me grounded... Especially when I'm around you." She smirked at him as he moved over to the driver's seat and she grabbed her pants from the car floor to put them on again. Once she was as she was before they got into the car, Mulder started the ignition and put the car into drive. "Skinner's gonna wanna know where we are," Dana pointed out. Mulder nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "That's okay." He snuck a look at her. "I'm okay now." His eyes returned to the road. "We'll be all right until--" "Dinner," Scully finished for him. He frowned at her and she grinned at him. He shook his head and pulled the car out onto the road. "Like I said, Scully... You're gonna be the death of me yet." She thought for a brief second. "What a way to die." ==== THE END February 7, 1997 ==== "Tension breaker, had to be done." --Chainsaw "Summer School" "An unexamined life is a life not worth living." --Socrates To look is one thing, To see what you look at is another, To understand what you see is a third, To learn from what you understand is still something else: To act on what you learn is all that matters. --Taoist saying Mulderwear/MDS: Rogue Assassin Phoebe G. Task Force: Weapons Specialist SAB: High Commander of the Imperial Wardrobe Security Force DTR: Agent in Charge of Screwing With Ratboy's Head to The Point Where he Would Rather Gouge His Eyes Out With The Eraser End of a Pencil Than See Mulder And Scully Ever Again. GAGA, SPCDD Question of the Week: When it rains, why don't sheep shrink? Death to Roborat!! >:-)