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Title:          Ready
Authors:        abracadabra and lovesfox
E-mail:         abracadabra1754@hotmail.com
                lovesfox@rogers.com
Rating:         NC-17
Category:       MSR, PWP, Smut
Classification: SR - Story/Romance
Spoilers:       None

Summary:        After finishing an out-of-town case, 
                Mulder and Scully go out for ice-cream. 

Disclaimer:     Still these characters aren't ours, but we do 
                like to have some fun with them from time to 
                time.

Thanks:         To Denise for on the spot beta and encouragement.

Website:        http://www.geocities.com/fanficcorner/index.html

Feedback:       We'd love it!

Notes:          The towns mentioned exist. Other venues within 
                said towns may not. This fic was originally 
                started in response to an ice cream fic challenge. 
                It was supposed to be 500 words. What follows is 
                the result, lol.

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Ready
by abracadabra and lovesfox
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Wilson Church Motel
Ready, Kentucky
7:45 PM


Jeans now buttoned, Mulder dug a clean tee shirt, a navy blue 
one, out of the opened suitcase on his bed, and yanked it over 
his head, leaving it untucked to hang loosely.  He then raked 
a hand through his hair in an effort to tame the shower-dampened 
strands before testing his cheeks and jaw with his palm.  He 
had eschewed shaving the late evening stubble in the hopes of 
talking Scully into going out for ice cream.  She was a sucker 
for the unshaven look -- always had been.  The faded jeans he 
wore were for her benefit as well.  It didn't hurt that they 
were as comfortable as his favorite flannel pajama pants.

A pat of the back pocket of said jeans confirmed the presence 
of his wallet, and a glance at the room door showed it was 
indeed locked.

After tucking his room key into the tiny front pocket of his 
jeans, Mulder approached the other door -- the one connecting 
his room to Scully's.  His hand was on the knob, just about 
to turn it, when he suddenly recalled her mood of earlier.  
Earlier, when they had learned that their trip to the very
small town of Ready, Kentucky had been for naught.

Or, naught in Scully's opinion, anyway.

He himself had been glad for the opportunity to get out of 
the office.  To perhaps work on an actual X-File, and not some 
mundane, run-of-the-mill case which had been the norm of late.
And disappearing teenagers in towns about an hour from Mammoth 
Cave National Park -- the site of numerous hauntings -- had 
captured Scully's interest.   

Smiling slightly, Mulder admitted to himself that it was the
hauntings that had drawn him to Ready, while the missing youths 
had been the reason Scully had agreed to take the case.

What had ticked his partner off royally was the fact that the 
so-called disappearances had been a giant hoax perpetrated by 
some intrepid college freshmen.  After a brief rant aimed at 
the sky, but partially intended for him, he knew, Scully had 
gone silent, and remained that way since.  Even all his quips 
about the name of the town -- "Oooh, I'm always Ready, Scully" 
-- hadn't drawn so much as a look.

Frowning briefly at the bare wooden surface inches from his 
nose, Mulder squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and 
lifted his hand to knock lightly on the door.  "Scully?" he
called in a voice just a touch above normal.  

He was relieved when her quiet, "Come on in, Mulder," floated 
through.  Turning the knob and pushing the door open, he 
stepped inside her room.

To immediately be greeted by the tantalizing scent of her soap 
and shampoo.  Glancing towards the bathroom door, he saw that 
it was partially closed, and knew she had taken a shower.  His 
eyes slipped shut as he inhaled deeply, and he began imagining 
Scully in the tiny enclosure, water and bubbles sluicing down 
her back and...

"Mulder?  You okay?"

Jolted by her voice, his eyes snapped open.  Feeling his ears
go hot with embarrassment, he merely nodded and attempted to
turn the conversation, sending her a leer as his gaze swept
her body from head to toe.  "Oooh, Scully, whatcha wearing 
under that robe?"

If she was still angry, things could get ugly.

But a half-smile lifted one corner of her mouth, and her head
tilted to one side.  "Wouldn't you like to know?" she returned,
her own gaze traveling over his torso, pausing briefly at his
thighs, where the denim was particularly worn.

"Scully?" he said half-questioningly, heart rate beginning to
pick up its pace.  Was she teasing him, or issuing an invitation?  
Normally, fraternizing in their motel rooms during a case was 
strictly taboo.  Though technically, their case was over.  And
it wasn't their fault they couldn't get a flight home until
the following afternoon.  "Are you putting the moves on me?"

Her smile widened and her gaze flicked along his body again.  
"Maybe," she replied coyly, fingers toying with the sash of 
her robe.

He loved Scully's flirtatious side, and responded in kind,
taking the two steps necessary to bring him less than a foot
from her body.  Lifting one hand, he let it brush hers before 
hooking one finger in the sash, right at the knot.  Giving it 
a gentle tug, watching her sway towards him, he murmured, 
"Maybe, huh?"

Scully batted his hands away playfully.  "Later," she said,
touching her index finger to his lips briefly, like a 
promise.  Taking one step back and cocking her head to one 
side, she then asked, "Didn't someone mention ice cream?"

So she hadn't been totally ignoring him on the drive back to 
the motel, after their quick and conversationless dinner at 
a local diner.  He had spied the ice cream shop, called simply 
Ready Ice Cream Parlor and mused out loud that he could go for 
an ice cream.  Scully had not responded, her face turned 
towards the passenger side window, and he had let the subject 
drop.  Now Mulder fought to keep his grin under control and
merely responded with, "I might have mentioned ice cream."

Her eyebrow arched.  "Might have, huh?" she said, in an echo
of his statement a moment ago.  The same finger that had
caressed his lips came up again, this time to poke him in the 
stomach.  "You're buying, G-man."

He knew if he pressed, they would never leave the motel room,
not until the next day.  But both he and Scully were big fans
of the slow tease.  Foreplay was quite often an extended part
of their love-making.  Catching her hand before she could 
retreat, he lifted it to his lips and placed a kiss on her 
palm before releasing it and moving to sprawl on her bed.  
"So get moving, G-woman."

Scully hesitated for a moment, eyeing him lying on the bed,
and Mulder wondered what thoughts were running through her 
mind.  Finally though, she untied the sash of her robe, 
still facing him, and let the sides fall open.

She was not nude as he had thought, but wearing a pair of
high-cut, pastel pink silk panties and matching bra.  A set 
he had given her, in fact.  The smile that curved her lips 
then was acknowledgement of the recognition and appreciation 
she must have seen in his eyes.  

He let out a low wolf-whistle, delighted and amused when she 
blushed.  It made him grin, which earned him a chiding look 
and another eyebrow arch.  His grin got wider, and she chuffed 
at him, and then tried to act as if he weren't there.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the terrycloth robe slipped 
downwards.  She caught it before it could fall to the ground
and laid it on the bed, a few inches from where he was resting,
propped on one elbow.  Enjoying the show.  

Turning from him, she moved to the small doorless closet to 
the left of the bed.  There she pulled first a gauzy, summery, 
short-sleeved white blouse from its padded hanger and slipped 
it on, fingers nimbly dealing with the tiny buttons, leaving 
the top two undone.  Next she pulled a pair of jeans from 
another hanger, quickly stepping into them and tucking the 
blouse inside.  A pair of simple canvas sandals finished her 
ensemble, and then she headed to the mirror over the low 
dresser at the foot of the bed.

He admired the curves of her ass lovingly encased in denim
as she picked up her hairbrush and stroked it through her
wavy hair.  Gaze moving up, he watched the repetitive, almost 
hypnotic action, and realized she must not have used her 
blow-dryer, instead letting her hair dry on its own.  It 
made her look younger, and sexy as hell.

Laying the brush down, Scully's hand moved to hover over her 
holstered gun.  Their eyes met in the mirror, and in hers he 
saw a question.  Rolling to an upright position, he lifted 
the hem of his tee shirt a bit to show her that he was 
unarmed.  "Leave it, Scully," he told her.  "We're off-duty. 
I think it's okay."

She nodded, and then picked up her room key.  Rising from
the bed, he followed her to the door, exiting and waiting 
as she did the same, locking the door behind her.  He was
surprised when, instead of heading to their car, parked in
front of his room, she turned the other way.

Somehow sensing his confusion, she turned her head to meet 
his gaze, and explained, "I feel like walking."

Shrugging his shoulders agreeably, he joined her.  He had
noted the wistful smile on her lips, and thought about how
they rarely had time to indulge in such practices -- going
for a stroll, or getting ice cream.  No time to experience
the bucolic pace of life in a small town.  

They strolled in a companionable silence across the tiny 
parking lot to the sidewalk of Wilson Church Road and headed 
north.  The ice cream parlor was roughly a half-mile away on 
Main Street, and at the easy pace they kept, they reached it 
in about fifteen minutes.

With the evening still quite warm, Mulder found the interior
blissfully cool.  As did Scully, who sighed gustily upon
entering the tiny, air-conditioned shop.

Mulder already knew what he was going to order, but waited
for Scully to make her selection.  She had scanned the 
display windows twice, and was now staring at the signs
on the wall above the order counter.  He saw disappointment
cloud her eyes, watched her lips puff out in a slight pout.

"What's wrong, Scully?" he asked, and then leaned over to 
whisper in her ear.  "Why the pout?"

She shot him a look and answered huffily, "I don't pout."  
Her lower lip poked out further and her voice got just the 
tiniest bit whiny.  "They don't have any frozen yogurt."

The young girl behind the counter spoke up, her voice
apologetic.  "I'm sorry, ma'am, we're all out."

Nudging Scully with his elbow, he teased, "Live a little, 
Scully."  Leaning in again, he let his lips touch her lobe, 
breathing his next words seductively into her ear.  "Be 
daring, go wild.  Decadent.  Order something you wouldn't 
allow yourself to have."

A shiver ran through her body, he saw it and felt it, and 
a corresponding and not at all unpleasant tightness coiled 
within his.  Her eyes glittered suddenly in the bright light 
of the store, the pupils dark and enlarged.  Full of desire 
and want that had nothing to do with yogurt.  And a sense 
of daring.  Rising to his challenge.

Turning to the young girl, Scully ordered her dessert.  "Two 
scoops of vanilla with chocolate sauce and whipped cream." 
She paused, glanced at him through lowered lids and added, 
"Lots of whipped cream."

Suddenly his mind was filled with the image of himself and 
Scully, rolling on the once pristine white sheets of her bed 
-- their bodies covered in chocolate sauce  and whipped cream.  
He had to swallow thickly, and could barely hear his own voice 
over the pounding of his heart as he asked for a waffle cone 
with two scoops of the featured flavor of the month -- caramel 
swirl.

After paying for the ice cream, he steered Scully outside.  
The shop had three tables along the storefront window, but 
he had spied a little patio next-door on their way in.  "Over 
there," he said and showed her with his chin which direction 
to walk.

The patio was closed in on three sides by lattice-wood painted
white, with the roof the same.  Trailing vines wound through
the lattice, and were sprinkled with tiny white lights.  

Mulder saw all that peripherally, for his eyes had zeroed in
on the little table tucked in the far corner.  The very 
private, little table tucked in the corner.

~*~*~ 


The very private little table tucked in the corner Scully knew 
Mulder would have spotted.  The look in his eyes as they darted 
to it and then back to her, along with the accompanying, 
widening grin, told Scully that she should follow him. As if 
there was ever a choice.  She'd been following him to places 
known and unknown for years. As he had also followed her, to 
be fair.  They complimented one another well.

Making their way toward the far corner, she looked around. The 
patio really was beautiful -- and nicely secluded. 

Her lips curling in an amused grin, she wondered where that 
thought had come from.  'Secluded' from what?  From whom?  Not 
that it mattered.  She had been very tempted to tell Mulder 
they should stay in.  They'd had relatively little time alone 
together to fully explore the shift in their relationship.  Too 
much time on the road; the very busy road...Time between cases 
was, subsequently, precious time.

Precious enough that although she still ensured that they were 
discreet, she'd given up worrying about visiting each other 
while drawing the line on actually booking one room only. 

Continuing to wend their way between the white wrought iron 
tables and old-fashioned matching curlicue-back chairs, Scully
nearly walked right into her partner, so intently focused was 
she on what they could do with a little more time alone. 

"Hello?  Scully?"  Mulder's amused whisper jolted her from her 
reverie, got her moving again.  She was close on his heels as 
he lapped at his cone, her only confirmation, the way that his 
arm came up and his head tipped back slightly.

The earth-toned brick was still warm beneath her soles, slightly 
uneven in areas, a sign that it had probably been laid lovingly 
by the owners rather than professionally.  The entire area 
had that personal touch to it; the white-washed, cross-hatched 
trellises that served both to set the patio off from the main 
shop and was also suspended overhead to complete the loosely-
defined enclosure. 

As she approached their table, what held her gaze was the 
trailing and climbing ivy vines.  They wound their way in and 
out of the latticework, small offshoots dangling here and there. 
The minute white Christmas tree lights, as she was wont to think 
of them, were nestled randomly in the slatted wooden overhang.  

"Hey, partner, care to join me?"  Again she was greeted with a 
Mulder smile, this time bordering dangerously on 'smirk'. He'd 
already wrapped long fingers around the ornate chair back, 
dragging the spindly white legs across the brick to plant himself 
in the decorative seat. All done while seductively lip-nibbling 
at his cone.

Standing mere inches from the table herself, Scully was transfixed 
by the heat that seemed to suddenly be pouring off her partner.  
Was aimed in her direction.  Serving to lessen and abate her 
earlier frustration and pique regarding their so-called case. 
Although the actual temperature had barely dipped below an early 
June eighty degrees, the night sky had taken the edge off the 
humidity. 

But Mulder was still threatening to take her dew point to new 
levels.  All with nothing more than the way he grasped the waffle 
cone and used his mouth to taste the swirls of vanilla laced with 
gooey caramel.

And with the way he sat back in the chair, his legs spread wide. 
Inviting... 

The image of him in the same position, in the hotel room....minus 
the jeans...was sending a hot flush through her like a runaway 
train and she knew with a certainty that she wasn't going to be 
able to stand much longer.  Scully decided she had to join him, 
and made her way to the small circular table. Her eyes never left 
him as she placed her large pink plastic bowl on the frosted 
Lucite tabletop.

, she mentally admonished herself.  Spooning 
some of the vanilla ice cream to her mouth, she looked up at him 
from beneath feathery lashes.  He was all desire and play and 
business wrapped in smoldering man with randy adolescent thrown 
in for good measure. 

Very good measure, she decided.

"Oh, Scully?"  His voice pulled her from her momentary lapse in 
coherent thought as she watched him lean forward, elbows on the 
table, one long index finger crooked, drawing her forward, 
drawing her closer.

"It's pretty warm out here, isn't it?" What was with all the 
questions, she wondered.  No matter.  The raspy dark feel of his 
words was having the desired effect and she let her plastic spoon 
drop, forgotten, onto the table, a smear of chocolate syrup 
dabbing a small comma on the table's surface.

Nodding, Scully glanced at Mulder, noting how his lashes brushed 
his cheeks as he lowered his gaze to her sundae.  She followed the 
same beckoning index finger as it dipped into the fluffy heap of 
whipped topping.  Intent upon his every action, she wet her lips 
with her tongue and then closed her lips, belatedly realizing her 
mouth had been hanging open. 

What he did to her with such a simple gesture.  

Then again, nothing was 'simple' where he was concerned and she 
was rather pleased about that.

Of their own volition her lips parted once again and her eyes 
fluttered shut as he brought the sweet topping to her mouth.  
She barely heard him growl her name as she lapped at him and 
then caressed his finger, swirling her tongue around as he 
finger-painted the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her 
mouth with a touch that let loose sparks of icy cold melting 
underneath warm fuzzies.

The sound of his other hand gripping the table as she hollowed 
her cheeks to suck on his finger, was music to her ears.  Mulder 
losing control to her was sweet indeed.  

All vestiges of cream long gone; she reached for his wrist and 
with excruciating slowness, withdrew his finger.  When he 
continued to stare at her, transfixed, she rounded her lips and 
drew the finger back in, nipping, tonguing and sucking on it 
from fingertip to knuckle.

What had he said about it being warm out here?  Hell, it was 
damn near sweltering from where she was sitting.  And his long 
digit in her mouth was making her squirm, a throbbing ache deep 
inside welling up, begging for his attention; already claiming 
hers.

One more long, slow slide and he pulled back, the flush in his 
own face belying his grin of smug satisfaction.  Well, two could 
play at this game.  And she was quite accomplished at challenging 
his gamesmanship.

He had settled back again, his long legs stretched out in front 
of him, heels resting on the dark brick beneath the table, as he 
polished off more of his cone.  She noted that although he 
appeared to be raptly studying the ice cream as he brought it to 
his lips, it was she on the receiving end of such rapt attention.

That was good she thought, as she slipped one foot out of her 
open-toed sandal.  Picking up her spoon, she reached underneath 
the chair with her other hand, scooting it forward, the sound of 
enamel painted iron on the rough surface momentarily causing her 
to grit her teeth at the 'nails on chalkboard' sound.  

"Did you say it's warm, Mulder?"  She hoped he could read her 
loud and clear, hoped he hadn't missed the combination of tease 
and desire in her tone as her toes danced over his skin where the 
top of his Docksider ended and the hem of his jeans began.

Her lips curled in pleased affirmation as he actually squeaked a 
muffled, 'uh...Scully', the hand holding the cone freezing in 
mid-air. 

Taking his response as encouragement to continue, she dipped her 
spoon into the cold treat. Taking her time, feigning a nonchalance 
she didn't feel, as she brought it to her mouth. Focusing only on 
Mulder's face as his mouth opened and closed like a fish gulping 
for air, she watched the effect of her ministrations began to 
take hold. 

"You know, I do love ice cream, Mulder, but I'm deciding which I 
love more -- the slick frozen texture or the smooth heat of your 
skin," she cooed as her toes traveled around the inside of his 
ankle, alternately stroking and lightly gripping him.

Regaining his composure, Mulder moved with the lithe ease of a
tiger about to stalk his prey, bending forward from his hips,  
somehow managing to continue to lap at the softened vanilla-
caramel swirl. 

The heat of his gaze was doing a fine job of melting her, although 
her desert seemed to be faring just a little better.

Reaching for her hand, he twined his fingers with hers, his thumb 
circling her palm.  He sighed and she couldn't stop her lips from 
curling upward along with his.  "Whadda you think you're doing, 
Scully?" he queried low-voiced.  

Sliding toward the edge of her chair for better purchase, she 
shook her other sandal free, letting it fall with a flat clop to 
the ground, and placed her foot upon his left knee.  Her grin 
widened as she watched realization dawn on her partner, his sharp 
intake of breath merely one more tell-tale sign of his interest 
in her actions. 

Affecting an air of control that was slipping away with the last 
of Mulder's cone, Scully glanced down long enough to dip into her 
sundae one more time.  With the spoon half-way to her mouth, she 
looked him in the eye, head tilted just slightly to one side as 
she told him, "I think, Agent Mulder, I'm enjoying sitting out 
here, taking in the view."  She slipped the ice cream into her 
mouth and continued before he could interrupt, "Taking in the view 
of my very hot partner while I decide how the muscles of my foot 
will interact with the muscles of his--"

He had actually choked and then groaned, she noted with approval, 
and reached for her foot.  "I don't think you want to do that, 
Agent Scully."  The heat of his fingers branding as they circled 
her ankle, stilling her foot while her curious toes wriggled 
against him.

"I think maybe I should help you finish that sundae, Scully, 
because you seem to be taking your sweet time with it."  Oh how 
she wanted to banish the recurring smug grin.  If she didn't crawl 
across the table and kiss him to within an inch of his life first.

Saying nothing instead, she pushed the dish toward him.  Having 
long since polished off his treat, he set about helping her with 
hers--or was it his, she pondered as he devoted his attention to 
the wilting whipped cream.  Scully knew full well the effect his 
singular attention could have. On her. 

Which sensation to focus on? 

Her choices suddenly seemed limitless -- each one more thrilling 
than the other.  Even as her foot began to move again, sliding up 
and down from his quads to his inner thigh and back again, his 
fingers stroked the indentations on either side of her Achilles 
tendon, teasing and lightly pinching.  His face a study in a 
swiftly moving weather front, his eyes danced beneath the sparkle 
of the lighting and his lips parted fractionally, leaving just 
enough space for his tongue to wet them. 

But it was his index finger dipping into the whipped cream topping 
and moving toward her face that presently caught her attention. 
Wrested a whimper from her. Surprising even to her, she managed 
to let slip only a small portion of her emotion as she intoned, 
"That's okay, Mulder; I'm really not all that hungry anymore. 
You can finish it."

Then, several things seemed to happen simultaneously with that 
rapidly langorous speed that often occurs in dreams or other 
moments one wishes would spiral on forever.  She'd always known 
just how well they worked in harmony, how oftentimes synchronous 
their movements could be, how well they knew what they other 
liked.  But it was times like this that made her want to both 
laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all and weep with the 
overwhelming and heady feeling of what it did to her.

Perfect.  Below the table.  The feel of his hand as it released 
its hold on her ankle with a fluttering touch.  His body moving 
closer to the table and then sliding back into his seat.  Thereby 
spreading his legs.  Granting her access.

Perfect.  Above the table.  The sweet, wet and white topping that 
he aimed first for her mouth, but then redirected to his own 
waiting lips actually made her pout with just a smidgen of 
disappointment.  That was short-lived as he once again returned 
to the whipped fluff, this time making a beeline for her slight 
frown.  Changing it to just the opposite as she feels the corners 
of her lips curling upward and then opening to admit his finger.

Words seemed superfluous to them both as his reactions told her 
everything she needed or wanted to know.  He seemed mesmerized, 
his slowed blinking and occasional panting second only to the 
growl that escaped him as he once again explored her mouth.

She joined him, moaning around his questing digit as she caught 
the movement of his other hand in her peripheral vision.  It 
headed south again. 

Oh. Mulder.

Her foot walked up the length of his fly, the rigidity under her 
seeming to throb in response to her exploration.  One by one, he 
toyed with her toes, moving them against him.

They were both heedless of their surroundings, the little white 
lights blurred spots filtered through a smudged lens.

Unsure of what happened first, she took his hand from her mouth, 
twining their fingers.  Twining turned to desperate grasping and 
flexing in time with the hips moving against her foot below the 
table.

Scully smiled, a soft laugh escaping her and she noticed the 
answering laughter in Mulder's face as the metal chair legs 
scraped the brick in time with his movements.  A portion of her 
amusement, a contentment with their ability to mix the humor 
with the heat. 

Her smile disappeared under the flush rising from her chest to 
her hairline and she swam in the melting heat as he pressed his 
palm to her foot, increasing the pressure on his erection as he 
thrust against her.

"Scully," he half whispered/half croaked, "let's get outta here." 

~*~*~ 
 	

He felt miles away from his professional persona of Fox Mulder,
Special Agent.  Relatively young and currently carefree, he had
the woman he loved and lusted after walking beside him, their 
fingers warmly entwined.

Of course that somewhat bucolic image was tarnished by the fact 
they were walking far too rapidly for a casual stroll, due to 
their haste to get back to the motel and indulge their mutual 
arousal.  And by the fact that he was sporting a still rather 
impressive erection inside his button-fly jeans, said erection 
having failed to diminish since leaving the ice cream shop.

Fortunately, the distance to the motel was really negligible.

As they began the short trek across the motel parking lot, 
Mulder ended up taking the lead and rather forcefully tugging 
Scully after him.  His long legs ate up the distance easily, 
while Scully's had to work double-time to match his pace.

At the door, it was she who turned aggressor.  While he 
struggled to fish the key from his pocket, Scully plastered 
herself to him from behind, pressing her breasts into his back 
and stroking her hands up and down his chest.

Managing to retrieve the small piece of metal at last, he almost 
dropped it when she scratched her nails over his hardened 
nipples.  Pure pleasure shot straight through to his groin and 
he actually quivered.  

"Scully!" he gasped, and reached his free hand up to try and 
still hers.  "Wait until we get inside, baby," was his shakily 
delivered admonishment.

Chuckling, she relented and eased back slightly, her hands 
gliding down to his torso, where she hooked her fingers in his 
waistband.  "You started it, Mulder," she replied mock-petulantly.  
"Was that not you sucking my finger into your mouth back at the 
ice cream parlor?  In possible full view of any passerby?"

His grin was smug once again, even though she could not see his
face -- he was rather proud of that particular move.  And 
extremely pleased with the reactions it had elicited from Scully.

Still, he had to pull himself together in order to respond, for 
his mind and body were caught up in memory and arousal.  Reaching 
for her right hand, he found her index finger and toyed with it 
suggestively, cupping his hand around it and sliding up and down.  
"This finger right here, Scully?  Is this the one?" 

Instead of replying, she slid her free hand down to cup him, 
squeezing lightly, and murmured, "Just hurry up and open the 
damn door, Mulder."

If he could get his fingers to cooperate, he'd do just that.  
But all sensation was centered in one place -- underneath her 
skilled and knowing fingers.

But at last he was successful.  Albeit three attempts later.

Pushing the door open, he stumbled inside, Scully literally on 
his heels with one of her hands gripping his tee shirt at his 
back, her other clutching at his hip.  Spinning around, he had 
enough presence of mind to shove the door shut again and to twist 
the lock before he was yanking her to him and planting his lips 
down hard.  His tongue thrust into her mouth, mirroring the 
action of his groin as he thrust into her stomach.

"Mul...mmmmm," was her response.  That, and the fisting of her
hands in his hair.

Mulder swept his hands down her back to grasp her ass and lift 
her up on tiptoe, to better align their bodies.  This action 
rocked her pelvis over the hard ridge of his erection.  And 
completely rocked his senses.  

Groaning, he dug his fingers into her softly yielding flesh, 
pressing her more firmly into him, and began to walk backwards 
to the bed.

Misjudging the distance and too happily distracted to release 
her lips or her ass, he was not prepared when the backs of his
legs hit the mattress.  He lost his balance and fell, still 
clutching Scully.

She landed atop him in the straddle position, only she was 
now riding his belly, and their mouths separated in surprise.  
Meeting his gaze, her eyes widened, and her lips started to 
twitch.  The twitch became a grin, and then she burst into 
laughter.

As did he, their bodies shaking with their mirth.

The feel of her above him and on him, the movements of her
unrestrained amusement suddenly sensual and erotic, had his 
mirth fading away.  He stared at her -- the sparkle in her 
passion-darkened eyes, the flush on her cheeks.  Her sheer 
and utter beauty.

Though their impromptu dance and subsequent humor had served 
to slow his racing passion, he now found it re-energized. 

Arms rising, he clutched at her back and rolled them with a 
smart twist of his hips until she was on her back.  Settling
into the cradle of her thighs, her legs lifted naturally to 
lock around his waist.  Hands diving into her hair, he held 
her head still and took her lips with a ferocious hunger.

The same ferocious hunger Scully both craved and shared.  As 
her legs encircled his lower half, so did her arms encircle 
his shoulders, her fingers kneading and stroking.

He thrust against her, once, twice, then groaned out his
frustration at the barriers between them.  Releasing her lips, 
he came up on one elbow, leaning his weight to the side, and 
reaching between them, began working on freeing his aching 
cock.

Once he had succeeded, he skipped the task of removing his
jeans to instead work on Scully's.  His fingers plucked
roughly at the top button, yanking in his haste and urgency.

Her right hand, which had fallen to the mattress when he had 
partially lifted himself off of her, came up to still his.  
"Mulder, we can slow down," she murmured, squeezing his 
fingers slightly.  "We have all the time in the world, 
remember?"

Flashing her a somewhat repentant smile, he bent his head to 
nuzzle her cheek before trailing his mouth to the shell of 
her ear.  "Try telling that to the guy in charge," was his 
wryly teasing whisper as he guided the backs of her fingers 
glancingly along his rigid and pulsing shaft.  "But I'm 
game," he managed to get out, voice made husky and shaky by 
her touch.

She made a humming sound low in her throat, smiling up at
him through her lashes.  "Oh, Mulder, you're definitely game."
With a deft move, she evaded his hand and curled her fingers 
around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before stroking 
upwards and releasing him.  Moving to his jeans, she hooked 
the loosened waistband with one finger and tugged gently.  
"But these need to go first."

After planting a hard, fast kiss on her mouth, he rolled
over onto his back.  Kicking off his Docksiders, he watched 
them fly through the air to land with distinct thuds before
resuming his task.  Shucking the jeans and his boxers with 
supreme haste and flinging them away, he did a partial 
sit-up, feeling the pull in his abs, and removed his tee 
shirt.  Before it hit the ground, he was at Scully's side 
again.

She was still methodically working on the buttons of her 
blouse, so he gallantly offered his assistance.  Tugging the 
tails out of her jeans, he shoved the gauzy material out of
his way, covering her hands in the process, and skimmed the 
zipper of her fly down.

Her breathy giggle/gasp was music to his ears, and the gentle
rap she gave his skull made him smile.  "Help, not hindrance,
Mulder," she lectured good-naturedly.

"These jeans are a hindrance, baby," he told her, and came up 
on his knees.  His cock bobbed with his movements, and he
watched as Scully's gaze was drawn to it, her eyes smoky and
dark.  He brought his hand up and gave himself a slow stroke
under her rapt attention, fighting not to shiver, before 
trailing those same fingers down her thigh.  Then maneuvering 
himself between her legs, he used his knees to nudge them 
further apart.

Scully came up on her elbows, the sides of the blouse falling 
open, revealing her toned stomach and her pink bra, hardened 
nipples puckering the satin.  Her breathing was quite unsteady,
he noted with pleasure.

With a wolfish grin, he lifted her right foot and placed it
on his taut thigh, like she were about to try on a shoe.  He
rubbed her exposed anklebone with his thumb before slipping it
under the strap and tugging her sandal off.  Tossing it aside,
he returned to her foot.  Letting her heel rest on his thigh
once again, he stroked a finger along her arch, smiling when
her foot twitched in his hold, and then using his thumbs, began
his massage.

Her head fell back, thrusting her chest out further.  Seeing
this, he bemoaned the fact that he was too far away to run his 
tongue up along that smooth expanse of flesh broken only by her 
bra.  

So he improvised.  

Bending his head and raising her foot to his mouth, he traced 
her arch from heel to toe before circling around her big toe.

"Oh, God," she moaned, foot spasming in his hand once again. 

You ain't felt nothing yet, baby, Mulder said silently, and 
drew her toe into his mouth.  He applied a gentle suction 
and then released, letting it slide partially from his mouth.
He repeated the action twice more, Scully shivering in 
reaction.

"Mulder..." was her plaintive plea.

Grinning victoriously, he lowered her foot back to his leg,
reaching for her other one.  And yelped in surprise when she
walked the toes of the abandoned foot up his thigh to slip
between his legs and fondle his sac.

Despite the fact that it felt good -- too good -- he grabbed 
the wayward foot and returned it to its place on his thigh,
intoning mock-warningly, "Uh unh, Scully."

She pouted, but relented, after one last wiggle of her toes
on his bare skin.  Though she did throw in a demand of sorts.
"I'm feeling a little overdressed here, Mulder."

His response was to rip her remaining sandal off and send it 
spiraling into nowhere before leaning forward to grab at the 
waistband of her jeans.  Making growling sounds, he tugged 
rather forcefully.  Scully assisted by lifting and shimmying 
her hips, and in seconds the jeans were off. 

Quickly discarding them over the side of the bed, Mulder
fell forward, catching himself on his palms which were now 
planted on either side of her hips.  Bringing his face to her 
abdomen, he was momentarily distracted from his intentions
by the scent of her arousal -- heady and intoxicating.

He inhaled deeply as he lifted his head slightly, meeting 
Scully's eyes.  Then, holding her gaze, he leaned in and nipped 
at her panties, catching the edge with his teeth and grazing
her skin in the process.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her stomach muscles quivering,
and let out a throaty moan.  Lifting her lower body, she rocked 
against him.

Mulder found himself rocking as well, rocking his pelvis and 
creating a wonderful friction between his hard cock and the 
mattress beneath him.  But it wasn't nearly enough.  With a 
groan, he shifted his weight to one side so that he could 
bring his hand up to tug at her panties.

They managed to wrestle the garment off together, and once he
had tossed it aside, he rose to his knees between her sprawled
legs and started on her blouse.  Her bra quickly followed,
whereupon he briefly cupped and squeezed her bared breasts 
before he stroked his hands down her ribs to her hips and 
onward.

Reaching her outer thighs, his touch causing a visible trail 
of goose bumps to pebble her skin, he continued down until he 
was palming her ass.  Without warning, he sat back on his
heels and lifted her, pulling her up so that her backside now 
rested on his legs.

Scully made a sound, an animalistic growl/moan that rippled 
along his spine and had him hastening to grasp and position 
himself, ready to plunge deep.  He flicked a glance up at her 
face, saw her watching through lidded eyes, saw her lips move 
as she mouthed silently, "Now."

She was slick with her arousal, and he slid in easily.  Hissing 
out his breath at the feeling of wet heat surrounding his cock, 
he returned his hands to her hips, fingers curling under her
ass, holding her steady. 

~*~*~ 


She had to give him credit, Scully thought, with whichever few 
brain cells were still functioning. Mulder was inventive, 
managing to surprise and excite her.  Oh, she knew she was no 
slouch in that department, but she was secretly excited by his 
sometimes athletic efforts and more than a little turned on by 
his current choice of position.

Not that she thought he'd given it much forethought; it was 
clear that the two of them were equally far gone before they'd 
even returned to the motel.  But it was more what he was capable
of while 'in the moment'.  Quick thinking, making the best use 
of his raw material and able to make physically sexual leaps in 
a...well, maybe not a single bound, but who cared?

Who cared when the feel of his long fingers were firmly gripping 
her ass and Mulder was moving so deeply inside her, filling her, 
sending electric jolts through every nerve ending.

Her legs bowed outward as her heels inched along his hips, finally 
moving to his lower back, drawing him nearer still.  Moving with a 
synchrony they often took for granted, she felt Mulder bend 
forward, his arms slipping under her as she contracted her abs 
and helped him lift her from the quilted bedspread.  She wrapped 
herself around him, taking him even deeper inside her, a rush of 
breath forced from her at the intense sensation. 

With some maneuvering, and awkward finesse, Mulder hugged her to 
him, their bodies slick with perspiration, slipping with the 
effort. Somehow miraculously remaining joined. 

Clutching at his shoulders, Scully nuzzled his neck, trying to 
gain purchase as she felt him resituate them, his legs moving under 
him as she found herself sitting in his lap. 

A throaty gasp, followed by a snorted laugh, Scully nipped at his 
collarbone and then drew back.  "Your stamina is truly amazing, 
partner."

Scully felt him plant his feet on and dig his heels into the firm 
mattress beneath them as he demonstrated just how amazing his 
stamina truly was.  He thrust his hips, his fingers splayed on 
her behind, trying to hold her to him and she leaned back, her 
head falling back as waves of pleasure swamped her. 

Although she straddled him and had the leverage advantage, he held 
her fast.  Limiting her ability to do much more than receive his 
short, but rather heady strokes that seemed to fill her anew each 
time he drew back.  And pushed forward again.

"I aim to please..." she heard his gruff reply as she gripped his
sides with her inner thighs.

She wasn't sure who moaned first, but together, they sounded like 
something from one of those movies that weren't his.  And trying 
to hold back any verbal expression of what she was experiencing 
was next to impossible.  Even more impossible when she felt the 
barely there touches of backs of his fingers as they brushed 
across her hard nipples and danced across her abs where his index 
finger explored her navel...and then moved farther south.  She 
hummed her approval.

Mulder stopped moving, his hips first slowing to an agonizingly 
teasing pace and then ceasing entirely. Scully bit her lip to 
keep from letting loose with a very clear and colorful explanation 
of exactly what she thought of his actions, and was glad she'd 
withheld judgment when another finger joined the first.  The two 
swirled around, creating a powerful effect in counterpoint to the 
feeling of him held within her, as her inner walls contracted and 
spasmed. 

"God, Muh...Mulder," she managed to grit out before he bent 
forward, reaching for and lifting her to him.  She felt the palm 
of his hand against the back of her head as he drew her in for a 
soul-searing kiss.  His mouth fused with hers and her tongue dueled 
with his as he tipped his head for closer contact.

Scully whimpered and then moaned yet again, the vibrations darting 
through her and straight to where they were joined.  Her bent legs 
fell away from Mulder's body and she let her hands fall to his 
chest, her fingers curling and flexing over the light hair and his 
small, tight nipples.  Her back arched as the first tingling of her 
release signaled, and gasping, she released Mulder's lips. 

Her partner seemed to have other ideas as he murmured, 'Uh uhn, 
Scully'.  Although she was sure it was no great mystery since
they'd been lovers for some time now, she still always marveled at 
just how well he read her arousal and seemed to know just how to 
draw out the anticipation.  She was damn close now, and she knew 
he was very well aware of that fact by her sounds and her movements. 
Her body was a combination of tightly strung and bonelessly liquid 
as he kept her from crashing over the edge for a few ecstatic 
moments longer. 

Maddeningly, his fingers slowed, but didn't leave her, heightening 
the buzz and throbbing she felt.  "Mulder," she nearly-whined, 
totally lost to the sensations, to the spiraling and escalating 
rush.  But not so lost that she couldn't afford to force her eyes 
open, to see the smug grin on her hot and bothered partner as he 
appeared to be studying her, cataloguing her reactions.

Oh, she was sure he was fighting his own battle with staving off 
the inevitable; she could read his reactions, as well.  But in the 
meantime, he was deriving a little too much pleasure at her expense
-- even if that pleasure mirrored her own.

Trying to compose the most serious expression she could, Scully's 
hand joined his, directing those rather skillful fingers.  "I'm 
warning you, Mulder," she husked, her voice awash in desire, "move 
it."

Sometimes, Mulder followed directions to the letter and this was 
one of those times.  Licking his lips as the color rose across his 
chest, to his neck and into his face, he gave her the once over, 
his dark eyes rekindling her lust.  And she felt the sparks building
once again as together they resumed the slippery stroking, causing 
her to inhale sharply.

She felt Mulder support her back with his other hand as he watched 
her, his hips driving him in and out in initially slow and easy, 
and then increasingly short and faster thrusts.  Time either sped 
up or stopped or she lost track of it completely as the added 
movement rekindled her ardor and she collapsed forward, her fingers 
tightening on his upper arms as she shivered and then went rigid 
against him.

"Jesus, Scully," Mulder panted, "I thought you were going to ride 
me into the floor."  She could hear and feel the irregular snort 
at his words and the hammering of his heart against his chest.  She 
wasn't done with him -- not by a long shot. 

"And you, Mulder, haven't seen anything yet."  Lifting her head, 
she glanced up at him, knowing he would catch the glimmer in her 
eye.  She was rewarded with a questioningly curious smile from him, 
his mouth opening in surprise when she slid off of him, somehow 
managing to land on her back -- with him on top of her.

Caught unawares, but always rising to the occasion, Mulder landed 
with a graceless 'oaf', rolling to one side to avoid pinning Scully
under him.  

But being pinned beneath Mulder was exactly what she had in mind 
as she untangled legs and arms until he was settled in the cradle 
of her hips, his weight on his forearms, hands underneath her 
shoulders.  Positioned almost exactly how she wanted him.

"You were saying, Scully?" Puffs of warm Mulder breath caressed 
her face at his words before he leaned in to suckle her lower lip, 
quickly banishing any thoughts of a reply.

Attempting to plaster herself to him, she used her heels to show 
him where she most wanted his lower body.  She used her hand to 
be more specific, guiding his erection to her opening.  Pressing 
her bent legs into his hips, she lifted her own as she drew him 
downward and they merged once again. 

No matter how many times they made love or fucked each other 
senseless, it always felt 'new' to Scully.  She sometimes wondered 
whether that was just some romantic notion she heard about so 
often that she somehow subconsciously bought into it.  But then 
one of them would glance at the other, a small, knowing look would 
pass between them, and they'd find themselves frantically trying 
to figure out just how quickly they could make it to someplace 
safe and private.  Slow, hot and teasing or fast, primal and 
driven, their coupling would be founded on the deep emotions of 
their relationship. 

But that never precluded a healthy dose of playfulness with a 
strong base of need and desire.

Scully's fingers scrabbled over Mulder's ass as she gasped his 
name, his open-mouthed wet kisses to her neck and ear causing her 
to rise against him.  His wiry chest hairs tickled and taunted 
her already sensitive nipples as their motions created a delicious 
friction.  If his nipping and sucking weren't enough indication, 
the now-erratic and uncoordinated swivel of his hips as he thrust 
told her his own release was not far off.  He seemed to expand 
inside her, filling her with an intense pressure, sending her into 
contractions that tried to envelop even more of him.

One leg slipped higher along his back as the other sought purchase 
where the back of his thigh met his ass.  Her new position ensuring 
his closeness, her hands moved to his hair, tunneling through the 
sweaty locks, bringing his mouth to hers.  Now it was her turn to 
lap at his lower lip, to mate her tongue with his, to seal them in 
every possible way.

She felt him slow imperceptibly, the muscles in his hips clenching 
before he picked up the pace for three or four more strokes, their 
lips separating as they panted, catching their breath. 

~*~*~

Epilogue
Half an Hour Later

Mulder had moved them underneath the top sheet and comforter, the 
over-zealous air-conditioner quickly chilling their sweat covered 
flesh. Scully seemed to recall that he'd also gone into the 
bathroom and brought them back warm washcloths and a towel.  She 
lazily smiled as she imagined once again the image of his 
retreating backside.

Scully didn't want to consider the thought of waking up completely;
not if it meant she'd have to leave the cocoon formed by her 
partner's warm body and the now equally warm bed linens.  The 
location of the single window in their room and the fact that they 
were virtually out in the middle of nowhere, meant that no street 
light or parking lot lighting seeped in around the drawn blinds and
stiff rayon pinch-pleated curtains.  She snuggled closer, her head 
on his chest, her left arm slung across him possessively.

Humming against his skin, Scully felt Mulder stir, mumbling 
something that could have been 'aliens' or 'conspiracy' or simply 
'Scully'.  Although Mulder insisted otherwise, Scully knew that he 
occasionally said a few words when he slept. She liked to think of 
them as the overflow of words he didn't get out during the course 
of the day; being as talkative as he was, she was sure if sleep 
didn't hit him, the words might keep flowing.

Scully planted a small kiss to one side of his nipple and then 
tentatively ran her tongue over it.  She waited a few seconds and 
when Mulder did little more than idly rub her arm, she repeated her
action -- a little more boldly. 

"Huh... whah... Scully..." It was truly amazing how a slow, middle 
of the night seduction could reduce an otherwise loquacious man to 
unintelligible syllables.  And Scully was proud of her efforts, her 
hand roaming over his torso, pausing at his navel as she toed his 
calf, nudging his lower legs apart.

"Did you say something, Mulder?" She could tell he felt her 
question as his fingers tried to move her chin away.  She knew he 
was sometimes ticklish over light touches or movements.  So she 
rimmed his navel with a similarly light touch and was rewarded with
another playful swat of his hand.  Which didn't deter her, but did 
tell her to change her tactics.

She wet her finger and then trailed it from his chest, following 
the linea alba to his navel once again, now dipping her 
finger into the round depression.

This time, she wasn't pushed away and his leg twined with hers. 

"I'm awake, Scully," he told her, his voice that rough sandpapery 
monotone that often made her weak in the knees.  "All of me," he 
continued, his hand covering hers and laying it over his semi-erect
penis.

She smiled against him, her body moving of its own accord as she 
rolled her hip farther over him. "Mulder?"

He met her with a slightly more assertive thrust.  "I'm always 
*ready* for you, Scully.  Always."  

~*~*~  


Finis