TITLE: Distracted II: Payback
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
RATING: NC-17
CLASS: MSR
SUMMARY: Scully gets her revenge.
ARCHIVE: ephemeral, gossamer, spooky's. Anyone else please ask.
 
DISTRACTED II: The Payback
Scully got her chance for revenge a few weeks later, when Kersh
assigned them on stakeout duty. Normally, she didn't look forward
to stakeouts, they were usually a couple of wasted hours stuck in
a car with nothing much happening. But not tonight. Tonight's stakeout
was going to be anything but boring.
She dressed with care, choosing a lace push-up bra to make the
most of her cleavage and over it a white silk blouse, so fine it
was translucent so that Mulder would have something to wonder about.
The black skirt she'd bought especially that morning. It barely
covered her knees and when she sat down, it rode up her thighs so
that her stocking tops and a bit of bare leg were showing. If this
ensemble didn't distract Mulder, she didn't know what would.
They were taking a bureau car, so all she had to do was wait for
him to collect her. She giggled, feeling for all the world as if
she was going on a date, and in a way they were, only Mulder didn't
know it yet. When he did finally arrive, his greeting wasn't exactly
what she'd been hoping for.
"Won't you be cold in that, Scully?" he asked, casually leaning
against the doorframe, his eyes roving from her thin blouse to the
hem of her skirt. No mention of how she looked sexy in it. Maybe
she didn't look sexy, maybe she looked absolutely awful and he
was too much of a gentleman to say so.
"No, I'll be okay," she said, sternly ignoring the weather report
she'd heard earlier. There was a 30% chance of snow. Well, snow or
no snow, Mulder was going to get paid back for that little stunt in
Kersh's office. She wondered if Mulder had thought she'd forgotten
about it. She smiled serenely at him on their way to the car, like a 
cat toying with their prey and was rewarded with a worried scowl.
After an hour in the car, and no sign of their joint prey, Scully
leaned over to turn on the radio, making sure that Mulder felt her
leg brush against his. Mulder switched the radio off again.
"It's too distracting," he said, by way of apology. Was it her vivid
imagination, or was he trying to get a look at her breasts through
the blouse? She shrugged her shoulders, shaking them for emphasis and
was pleased to hear his sharp intake of breath.
"Can I cuddle up to you, Mulder?" she asked softly.
"Wh - what?" he sounded horrified.
"You were right, I am cold in this."
"Oh. You're cold. Sure," he held his arm out in invitation and she
scooted over to rest her head on his chest. His heart was pounding
like a drumbeat in her ear. Even in the dim light from the street
lamps, she could see the evidence of his arousal and she began to
stroke his chest as if absently, but every move she made was
carefully calculated to make Mulder squirm.
She got bolder and began to stroke the length of his thigh before
gradually reaching further and pressing her hand against his erection,
teasing him the way he'd teased her that day. He moaned and his hips
jerked up to meet her hand.
"Sc -Scully," he gasped. "What are you doing?" 
"Just returning the favour," replied Scully, as she carefully unzipped
him.
"But we're working!" he protested, but he made no move to stop her.
"So? Weren't we working that day in Kersh's office when you fingered
me?"
At her words his erection seemed to grow even larger and jerked against
her hand. "You remember that day, don't you, Mulder? How wet I was
for you? How much you wanted to touch me?" Her hand reached inside
his shorts and she touched him, gripping him firmly and squeezing.
He groaned and bucked against her hand.
"Oh, God! Scully! Let me touch you! Let me touch you too!"
Scully was glad to oblige, and she shifted position so that she was
sitting astride his legs, his erection pressing into the softness
of her stomach. She leaned forward so that he could reach out and
cup her breasts, already feeling heavy with the need to be touched.
He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, as if he'd never undressed
a woman before, and she had to stop him and do it herself, otherwise
they'd be here all night, and she didn't want to wait that long.
Already she could feel a pool of moisture between her legs and
she pressed her thighs against his to feel some pressure there, but
it wasn't enough and she moaned in frustration. Her plan was
rapidly backfiring, but she didn't care. She wanted, needed Mulder
inside her and soon.
Once the blouse was unbuttoned, Mulder pushed it away from her
shoulders and sat staring at her breasts, encased in their prison
of lace. He reached around and under her blouse, unclasping the bra
mercifully quickly and shoving the straps down her shoulders. He
reached out, cupping one breast in each hand, before pushing his whole
head forward and nuzzling the valley between them, at the same time
that he pinched each nipple. Scully yelped in surprise and pleasure.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his words muffled by her flesh.
"No. Oh. God. Don't stop now!" Scully scooted forward, lifting her
hips and then readying herself to feel him inside her. She was
burning up with desire for this man and if something didn't happen
soon she was going to explode.
Mulder's head shot up as he felt her naked flesh against his.
"Scully. You're not wearing any underwear."
"I know. You're not complaining, are you?" she grinned in the dark.
"Hell, no. I was just surprised."
"And pleased," said Scully lowering herself onto him. She let out
a sigh of gratification and began to rock on him.
"Pleased. Yes," panted Mulder as he grabbed her hips, as if afraid
that any moment now Scully would come to her senses and flee from
his lap. He needn't have worried, she wasn't going anywhere, not
when delicious jolts of pleasure were surging through her every
pore.
She felt Mulder expand inside her and she knew he was close, but
then so was she and she speeded up her rocking motions, closing her
eyes as she felt Mulder take a nipple in his mouth and suck hard.
"OH GOD! MULDER!" she squealed in delight as she came, feeling, not
one but two long drawn out orgasms. Mulder followed her soon after,
grunting something that sounded like her name. She milked him of
every last drop, feeling her abdomen contract with pleasure at the
sensation of having him come inside her.
Mulder reached up and pulled her head down towards him, kissing her
long and deep, as if he wanted to drown in her mouth. She clung to
his neck, feeling as if she never wanted to be anywhere else but
here. With him. He broke the kiss, but only so that he could nuzzle
her ear. She sighed. She supposed they ought to get back to what
they were supposed to be doing.
"Is this going to happen on all our stakeouts, Scully?"
"Oh, I don't know, Mulder. Would you want it to?"
"I think I'd be a nervous wreck if we did. What if someone caught us?"
"But they didn't, did they?"
"No. Scully?"
"Yes, Mulder?"
"I'm so glad I married you."
"And who was it said that being married ruins your sex life?" laughed
Scully.
"I don't know, but they obviously hadn't met you!"
Scully climbed off his lap, kissing him on the cheek as she slid over
into the passenger seat. She wished they were at home in bed so
that they could cuddle up and go to sleep, but she had to admit
that it had been exciting making love in the car, even if it wasn't
the most comfortable place in the world.
"Scully?"
"Mmm?" she said drowsily.
"Next time we're in Kersh's office, maybe you should go sans underwear
there as well."
"In your dreams, Mulder," she laughed. 
"Every night, Scully. Every night."
END