Title: "Up Against the Fence" Author: Sara Rating: NC-17 Keywords: MSR/SMUT Summary: This is just a little story I promised Christy and several of my MSR colleagues on our recent trip to DC. The title is a form of a wonderful little store on M Street in Georgetown, "Up Against the Wall." I figured the fence was as good as anything for this story. Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. Never will. I just make the action figures do interesting things on the Metro and in front of the fence around 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Okay to archive anywhere, just let me know where it goes! ***************************************** Scully could feel Mulder's cock pressing against her ass with every swing they took. Each time they'd swing at a pitch, Mulder would move his hips in just such a way so she was sure to notice how aroused he was by their little game. She'd never been more horny or turned on in her life either. She had to fight back her moans of pleasure with each swing, not wanting the boy pitching balls to them to receive a free show. Though she figured he already was from the way his eyes kept widening. It was time to get rid of him. "Mulder..." she managed in a breathy voice, shivering as she felt him lean in closer to hear her, thrusting his cock against her yet again. She gasped, then forced herself to continue. "Mulder...I think we should let the kid go now...before he witnesses something he shouldn't for another 10 years or so." She felt Mulder's chuckle reverberate through her body as he turned slightly to dismiss the boy. They both watched as he headed across the field, turning back only once to wave and smile before scampering off into the night. For a moment, Scully thought he'd simply disappeared into thin air...he was there, then gone. Then her mind turned to other matters as she felt Mulder's arms come fully around her, his body pressed hard against hers, making no attempt to hide his arousal. She leaned back against him with a groan, feeling the bat drop as his hands moved up under her jacket to stroke her breasts. She couldn't hold back the moan the motion brought. Almost without realizing it, she felt herself thrust her breasts into his hands, the motion also serving to press his cock harder against her ass. They both cried out at the sensation. Scully managed to hold in a scream as she suddenly felt Mulder's mouth on the back of her neck, kissing and biting her nape lightly as his hands continued stroking her breasts as he thrust gently against her. The sensory overload to her body was almost overwhelming, but it wasn't enough. With a near feral move, Scully managed to pull far enough away from him, then turn in his arms, reaching up to pull his head down to hers, crushing his mouth to hers. She felt his tongue sweep over her teeth and deep into her mouth, loving the way his arms crushed her to him, one leg slipping between her thighs, giving her the perfect leverage. She moaned softly against his mouth as she arched herself against his leg, feeling herself nearly lose it at the pleasure that motion sent throughout her body. She had a feeling Mulder liked it too from the way his body was shuddering. She gasped as she suddenly felt him lift her up against him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, uttering a sharp moan as the motion pressed his cock straight against her center. His own groan echoed hers as he moved them back towards the fence that surrounded the field. Scully couldn't think straight anymore, could only feel, as each step he took brought their bodies closer together, rubbing them harder against each other. She buried her head in his neck, nipping gently as she let one hand roam Down and grab his ass, pulling him harder against her. She felt him stumble slightly, then increase his pace. She gasped as she felt her back hit the fence, the feeling of the cold chain links barely registering, because Mulder's hands were reaching for her zipper. In one quick move, he pulled it down and pushed her slacks and panties to her knees. Before she could even breathe, he had two fingers deep inside her, his thumb circling and pressing against her clit. She cried out sharply at the move, feeling a star-burst of sensation radiate through her body. She arched against his hand, willing him to push deeper, riding his hand frantically while she rained kisses across his neck. She could feel him, hard and strong, arching against her and groaning softly. She couldn't take much more of this. With one quick motion, she managed to move her hand to his fly, cupping him hard through the rough denim. The move caused his hand to suddenly jerk upwards, wringing a cry from her as her hips frantically strove to keep his fingers deep within her. Almost in a frenzy now, she managed to get his own zipper down and pull out his cock, running her hand up and down it, stroking him over and over, hearing his groan as he thrust into her hand. God, he was huge. And rock hard. For her. She couldn't wait any longer. "Mulder...now..." was all she managed, pulling him closer. Their unspoken communication must have kicked in, because with one quick move, Mulder lifted her against him, then brought her down hard over him. She cried out as she felt herself impaled on him, his cock slamming into her, sensation buffeting her like a tidal wave. The feeling was incredible and she wanted more. Mulder again seemed to understand. He lifted her nearly off him, then slammed her down hard against him, burying himself even deeper inside her willing body. She was crying out constantly now, urging him on, begging him to move faster, harder, deeper. She didn't feel the links of the fence cutting into her back, didn't feel the cold of the night air around them. She was burning up, conscious only of his body, thrusting hard and deep, into and against hers, of his whispered words and gasps against her ear as he took them higher and higher, faster and faster. She could feel the peak nearing, and found herself begging Mulder to take her over, take her over now. Suddenly, with one final, deep thrust, the world exploded around her. She thought she screamed his name, but couldn't be sure. The pure sensations swamping her were mind numbing, sending her to new heights. She felt her muscles contracting around his cock, felt his own release deep inside her body. It was incredible. After a few minutes, she felt his body still against hers, his head buried against her neck, breath coming in harsh gasps, matching her own. As she finally came back to herself, she managed to pull far enough away from her partner to brush the hair back off his forehead, smiling at the wonder she saw in his eyes. They simply looked at each other for a moment before Scully spoke. "So...is this what you'd call a home run?" she asked quietly, loving the soft laugher her question drew from him. "I'd say this is a 'grand slam' Scully," he answered back with another laugh. Scully joined him this time, resting her head against his neck as he continued to hold her against him. "You know, maybe this baseball stuff isn't so bad after all," she said against his neck feeling his breathing quicken again. "But you know what they say, practice makes perfect," he replied laughing as she reached for him again. "Then by all means, let's practice some more...I've got a lot to learn about this game," she managed just before she sealed his lips to hers and began again. ******************************** The End (Feedback craved at silk1023@aol.com)