Title: Outshining Jade Author: Wildafox0619 E-mail: wildafox0619@yahoo.fr Feedback: Yes, please!! Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR-RST Spoilers: First Person Shooter Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions. Summary: Follows directly after my vignette, "Playing Jade". Notes: Beta duties done by Insatiable Tali and my online sister, xdks. Visit my website: http://perso.wanadoo.fr/wildafox0619/ " Arrest me, then .. " Mulder's mind was reeling from the events of the last few hours. He had been half joking, half serious when he had proposed to Scully in the changing room after the FPS game ended. She had rendered him speechless when she had said yes, grabbed his hand and led him out to the car. They quickly found a Justice of the Peace and, twenty bucks later, they were legally Mr and Mrs Mulder. After the short ceremony ended, Scully had requested he join her in the same interrogation room where they had met Jade Blue Afterglow. He was having a hard time understanding what could possibly justify postponing their wedding night, until he opened the door and discovered *his* Scully dressed in a mini skirt, playing sexy goddess for him. She had obviously noticed his reaction to Jade and, even if he'd been acting for the benefit of the other police officers, she had seen his appreciation of the sexy outfit. Scully's outfit encased all her assets perfectly and Mulder was ridiculously pleased that she was doing it just for him. He was determined to take advantage of the situation. Lowering his mouth, to his new bride's, Mulder kissed her hungrily. Their tongues duelled for control while his hands roamed under the little skirt, discovering the edge of her lacy thigh high. He caressed the soft exposed skin before moving further up her legs, finding what he had suspected from the moment he opened the door: his naughty wife wasn't wearing any panties. His fingers met naked flesh and soft pubic hair. She was extremely aroused, judging by the wetness already gathered there, and this excited him even more. Scully hadn't been idle while he discovered her secret, her hands were already fumbling with his belt and his zipper. She was a woman on a mission, freeing one of her partner's best assets from its constrictive barrier. She managed to get a hand into his pants before realising that the lack of oxygen was slowing her down. She reluctantly separated her lips from his. They were both breathing heavily, as if they had been running a marathon. He pressed his forehead against hers. "Will you make a habit of not wearing panties?" he asked, panting. "You'll have to wait and see," she teased. Once she had sufficiently recovered, her hands dived back into his open pants and reached for her trophy. She grabbed his hard cock and squeezed it gently, provoking a hissing sound. "This party will be over really soon if you go on like that," he whispered between clenched teeth. "That would be such a waste." He gave her a quick kiss before he pushed her little skirt up, sliding her to the edge of the table. He touched her clitoris with the tip of his fingers, titillating her one last time before taking his cock in hand and guiding himself to her entrance, teasing her fully engorged lips. He pushed home in one swift motion and they groaned in sync, the pleasure nearly unbearable. She gripped his biceps tightly and threw her head back. He took advantage of her reclining position to lay her back against the table and gain better leverage. He raised her feet to his shoulders and pushed harder and deeper into her warm depths. The position gave him free access to her upper body and he grabbed her flimsy top and tore it from her, freeing her heavy breasts. Her nipples were like hard little pebbles and he groaned at the sight of them before lowering his mouth to lick at one. He was still thrusting inside her and she was thrashing wildly, desire encompassing her totally. He let go of her nipple and looked down to where they were joined, enjoying the sight of his cock grinding against her fully engorged clit on every upward move. Each time he withdrew until only the head of his cock was left inside her, she tried to get more by raising her hips from the table and clenching her inner muscles in an attempt to entice him back where she wanted him. Bracing his hands against the table, he pushed into her harder and harder. The pleasure was building to the point of no return and although they weren't being particularly quiet, they were too caught up in the excitement to remember exactly where they were. Giving one last thrust, Mulder came, triggering Scully's own release. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his arm as she rode out her orgasm, moaning his name. Her muscles pulsed around him, milking him dry. Both trembling from their intense release, she eased her legs from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of her, his cheek resting against her heart. They were breathing heavily, their hair wet from all the sweat produced during their wild romp on the table. "Am I crushing you, Baby?" he asked, eyes closed, ready to fall asleep there and then. "No..actually you are protecting me from the cold." "We should move before we get caught." "Yeah." He awkwardly disentangled himself, his now limp member slipping out of her and making a mess on the table. After quickly stuffing himself inside his boxers and zipping up his pants, he searched his pockets and came up with a few disposable hankies which he used to clean her gently and then help her stand up. He smoothed her skirt down and then gave her his jacket to cover her top half. "Thank you." She smiled at his attentiveness. He embraced her tightly and asked, needing some reassurance: "No regrets?" "Never." "Let's blow this joint, Scully, I've got a hot date with my wife!" Exchanging one last sweet kiss, they left the interrogation room.