TITLE: WHAT A SPECTACLE II: FRAMED EMOTIONS AUTHOR: Teresa Horne E-MAIL: queens_own@juno.com RATING: NC-17 Thanks go to Heathers and the rest of the SSSSSSSiSes for a) beta-reading this for me and b) putting up with me while I had a horrible block on this thing, and insisting that I finish it :D This is my first NC-17 piece, so please don't be too hard on me. *smirk*. Warning: This is a sequel to the story I did prior to this called "Don't Take Off Your Glasses". I'm still trying to figure out what this challenge has done to me :) This is obviously a MSR piece, so I'll leave this warning in place for anti-relationshippers. Disclaimer: Oh, yeah, before I forget again; Mulder and Scully obviously aren't mine, or they would have been doing this a long time ago :D. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Broadcasting... no infringement is intended. Classification: S, R (Mulder/Scully) Summary: Picking up where "Don't Take Off Your Glasses" left off, Mulder and Scully manage to get down to the parking garage before... well, let's just say some glasses are fogging up, and they're not mine ;D Any and all feedback is very welcome at either queens_own@juno.com or ashke@unforgettable.com. ******************** The tension between us was strong as ever, if not stronger as I heard Scully ask me for a favor. After what had just happened in the office, I was almost certain of what she was going to ask me to do, and at this point, I didn't have the willpower to tell her no. "Yeah, Scully?" "Don't take off your glasses." Although she said exactly what I had expected her to say, actually hearing the words left me speechless. She had never spoken to me in *that* tone before. All of my thoughts about eternal devotion and romance just flew out the window. All I could manage was "Uh, sure, Scully." If I hadn't been struck speechless by her words, the smile she tossed me in response would have done it. Without a second thought, I placed my hand at the small of her back, and guided her away from the office. She shivered. Was she truly that sensitive. . . I stopped that line of thought -- fast. If I continued that line of thought, we might make it to the car before my self-control totally shattered. Maybe. I was on the edge of four years of self-control, and I could no longer tell how long I could cling to that edge. As I looked at her, I grinned evilly. If she was going to drive me crazy, then I was going to give her the same pleasure. She was almost to the car, when I pushed her against the back of the car, pinning her wrists to the trunk, and leaned over her -- into her. "Mulder..." "Does knowing that you do this to me give you some kind of power trip, Scully? Does it turn you on?" I pressed into her again, moving with our own rhythm. She looked up, as if to see if there was anyone nearby who could see us. "No... you do." She said softly, dangerously, as she pressed back into me. "You and those sexy glasses of yours. You arouse me without even trying. You're always chewing on something... sunflower seeds... a straw... whatever." She exhaled sharply as I pressed my hands against her Somehow I wish I was whatever you put in your mouth." My hands stilled against her and I grinned as I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Oh, so do you think I have an oral fixation, Agent Scully?" She turned in my arms and looked up at me with dazed, aroused eyes. "No." she smiled. "I know you do." "Yeah, well, right now I've got a fixation on something else." I ran my hands through her red hair and kissed her deeply. Mmm, she tasted so good, like coffee, and her own unique essence mixed together. I felt myself grow harder and my glasses fogged up simultaneously. As I reached up to take them off so I could see her, she pulled away. "Oh, no you don't..." She gasped, dragging my hand away from my face so she could suck on my fingers for a minute. I was confused, but the thought of what else she could be sucking on erased all other thoughts from my mind. After a moment she stopped and grinned at my confused expression. "Mulder, you promised me. Leave your glasses alone before I decide to take a jar of super glue and permanently attach them to your face." "But Scully," I whined, "what am I supposed to do when they fog up?" "Use your instincts." she smiled at the pout I was giving her. "They've worked well so far." I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the trunk. Although the parking garage of the J. Edgar Hoover building was the last place I'd ever imagined making love to my partner, it was going to have to do. Four years of denial was making the fire burn hotter and higher than I'd ever known. While I was musing, she had unbuttoned the jacket and I slid it off her shoulders. I could see her breasts pushing against the creme blouse she was wearing, the nipples hard. I leaned down and started suckling her through the blouse and she pushed her fingers through my hair, moaning. I pulled back and started unbuttoning her shirt. About half-way down, I got tired of fighting with the buttons that were too small for me to grasp, and I just tore the shirt open. She glared at me indignantly for a moment. "Mulder, that was my favorite--! Oh, yeah..." She sighed as I ran a finger down between her breasts and undid the front clasp. "I'll buy you another one... do you really care at this point, Scully?" "No... not really..." She told me, dazed. I gazed at her over the frames of my glasses. She looked so sexy laying there. It should have been obvious from the start that our first time wouldn't be any place that most people would "consummate their professional respect" simply because we were Mulder and Scully and not normal people. When I leaned down to suckle her breast, she wrapped her legs around my waist, thrusting up against me. That was when I knew that neither of us were going to last much longer, and I inched her skirt up, moving my hands up her thighs. She moaned, and threw her head back, the dim light from the parking garage reflected off the frames, creating an illusion of dancing flames on the ceiling above us. "Mulder, please..." "What do you want, Scully?" She looked up at me. "I want you to fuck me, Mulder." She reached for my belt buckle, and grinned at her as I thrust my fingers inside her. "You're so wet, Scully." She arched up against me, and reached for me. The feel of her cool hands against me drove me into even more of a frenzy. I tore her panties off, and leaned down to inhale her scent. She grasped my head and pulled it back up to her mouth again. She pulled away and panted, "No, Mulder... no time... not here... anyone could come by... and I need you inside me... now..." I pulled her against me as I thrust into her. She arched, brushing her breasts against me, and I regretted not taking the time to get unclothed myself. It was probably for the best, anyway, since anyone could walk by and see what we were doing. Somehow that danger only made it more intense. She clenched her fingers in my hair as I pulled her hips against mine, pulling away from the kiss I had just initiated. "Mulder... Mulder, I love you..." she gasped for air. "I know... I love you too," I moaned as I sped up my rhythm, and I started kissing her again. I heard her muffled scream as her inner muscles clenched around me. I wasn't too far behind her. With one rough thrust and a cry of "Scully," I came. I slumped against the side of the car, exhausted. It was the sensation of her eyes upon me that brought me back to myself. "Mulder?" "Yeah, Scully?" "Next time, we wait until we at least get in the car." "Yes, ma'am." "Come on, lets go home and take it a bit slower this time." "Whatever you say, Scully," I pulled out of her, and we adjusted our clothes, then got in the car, and drove away. ***** The End :)