Title: Tag
Author: Lovesfox
E-mail: lovesfox@rogers.com
Website: www.geocities.com/fanficcorner
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR, Smut, PWP
Classification: SR - Story/Romance
Spoilers: Anything up to Season 7, and specifically
First Person Shooter
Summary: Mulder and Scully and a favor for the
Gunmen
Archive: Please ask first, yes to Gossamer
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and The Lone Gunmen do not
belong to me. That privilege belongs to
Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. I am
only borrowing them.
Thanks: As always, to Nancy and Mortis
*~*~*
Tag
*~*~*
Warehouse Complex
Alexandria, VA
8:45 PM
Scully surveyed the lobby interior of the large warehouse, with its
low lighting and rather gloomy appearance, and fought to keep a
frown from curving her lips. The spacious area was chilly as well,
and she bemoaned the fact that she wore only a thin, long-sleeved
Henley, purloined from Mulder, along with a pair of comfortably
faded Levis.
To think he had dragged them from the promise of her nice warm bed
to come play tag. She had said that to him on the car ride over,
and gotten one of his warm chuckles in return.
"How do I let you talk me into these things?" Scully murmured softly
now, half-rhetorically, gaze continuing to scan the place.
Mulder replied anyway, nudging her shoulder teasingly before
stepping past her. "Because you love me?" he responded over his
shoulder. At her sniff and raised eyebrow, he threw her a pout.
And when that earned him nothing more than a further arching of
that same eyebrow, he tried, "Because the Gunmen are our friends,
and they asked us to help out?"
"I'm still remembering the last time we 'helped out' the guys," she
said sourly. Visions of Maitreya and Jade Blue Afterglow danced
mockingly in her head, and the frown had its way after all.
The smug bastard flashed her a knowing grin, as if he had read her
mind. Wisely though, he did not mention the two women, real or
computer-generated. "Aw, come on Scully," she heard, "you can't
tell me you didn't enjoy getting your ya-ya's out."
She refused to dignify that remark with a response, and changed the
subject. "Well, how do we start then?"
Jiggling a set of keys, Mulder likewise scanned the room. A moment
later he pointed to their left, at an unmarked door roughly thirty
feet away. "I think that must be the office. Frohike said there
was a control panel in there, along with the gear participants are
supposed to wear. Come on." With that, he started off, walking
with loose, easy strides that belied the eagerness she knew he was
feeling.
Scully followed more slowly, although she had to admit a sense of
interest and intrigue was beginning to turn her mood. This actually
could be fun. She had always enjoyed the courses during FBI
training, had excelled at them in fact.
Gaze skimming over Mulder's body, she idly wondered how he had fared
at them. With his long legs and natural grace and agility, probably
with excellence, she decided.
Fun might not be the word after all -- her partner also had a
competitive streak a mile wide. A tiny smirk lifted her lips then.
So did she; it came with having two brothers and a father who had
always encouraged doing one's best, and besting one's self.
By the time she reached the office, Mulder had already unlocked and
opened the door and was attempting to locate a light switch. Once
he had, and flicked it on, she entered the room on his heels.
Mulder whistled, clearly impressed with the set-up. A large control
panel ran full-length along one whole wall, resplendent with gadgets
that would make a Gunman drool, resting beneath a one-way window
that looked out upon a good portion of the playing area. Two
computers were set-up on desks against the adjacent wall, directly
across from them, while the area to the left of the doorway had two
tall, two-door metal cabinets.
"Check out those cabinets, Scully," Mulder threw over his shoulder
as he headed to one of the chairs parked in front of the control
panel. "See if the gear's in there, wouldja? I'm going to start
this baby up."
His child-like enthusiasm helped her look past the element of command
in his voice.
Mulder had assumed correctly; one of the cabinets did indeed contain
the necessary gear. The other held the weaponry -- short-stocked,
Uzi-like guns electronically connected to a circuit built into their
vests.
As Mulder had explained to her on the drive over, the game had been
designed for marksmanship as well as attack and evasion, so a hit or
kill could only be accumulated by the individual targeting the chest
or back of his/her opponents -- human or robot. When a participant
was 'shot', a transmitter emitted a beep to register the hit. A
'kill' set off a shrill alarm, and deactivated that individual's
equipment. It was vaguely reminiscent of a game she had read about,
called Laser Tag.
"Okay, Scully," Mulder said then. "This is set to start in fifteen
minutes, so let's get suited up."
*~*~*
Ten Minutes Later...
She felt ridiculous.
The 'combat' gear was naturally bulky and heavy. Her vest fit
awkwardly at best as they had conveniently come in only two sizes
-- large and extra-large. Mulder's surprise and remorse upon her
discovery had been genuine, clearing the slight suspicion Scully
had been forming that it might have been deliberate. There had
been a time or two when he had stooped so low as to cheat during
various board or card games they'd indulged in -- though Mulder
referred to it as 'creative playing'.
Of course, most of their games usually deviated into something a
little more intimate, so neither of them really lost, she mused.
"Here, let me try and adjust that, Scully," Mulder said once he had
donned his own perfect-fitting outfit with ease. Making a spinning
gesture with one hand, he waited until she had presented her back to
him and then murmured, "Lift, please," as he tapped both her arms.
She did, and he began fiddling with the straps of the lightly plated
vest, which did up at the sides. His long fingers danced under her
armpits, and she had to fight not to wriggle away.
It vaguely reminded her of how Frohike had attempted to assist her
into her gear when she had been getting ready to rescue Mulder from
Maitreya. Of course, his hands had gotten nowhere near her armpits,
or anywhere else for that matter. Her stern look and growled
warning had been enough to send the little Gunman skittering away
to a far corner.
"Ticklish, Scully?" Mulder leaned down to whisper directly into her
ear when she twitched, his warm breath causing her to shiver. It
also pushed any thoughts other than thoughts of Mulder clear out of
her head.
He knew full well she was ticklish, extremely so. A few of their
tickle fights had led to some very energetic and playful bouts of
love-making.
This time her squirming had nothing to do with being tickled.
"Mulder," she said somewhat throatily. Her feminine wiles could in
no way be construed as cheating. "How about you and I forego our
fun here, and start some fun of our own back at my place?"
"Ohhhh, Scully," was his low and regretful response. His hands
flexed on her hips, having snaked under the bottom of the vest as
he pressed himself against her backside. "Rarely could I refuse
such a tempting offer, and believe me, it's killing me to have to
say this, but not right now. The guys only have access to this
place for a couple more hours, they need us to run through it now.
And I owe them one."
Scully sighed gustily; she'd tried. "Okay, let's get this over with
then." Patting his hands, she added, "Are you done?"
His chuckle was purely masculine, and slightly mournful. "Just
getting started, baby," he said, and then gave her hips one last
squeeze. His hands became all business as he worked at the straps,
and a few seconds later she felt the vest lift slightly and then
tighten around her.
"Better?" Mulder queried.
"Mm-hmmm," she replied, shifting her shoulders experimentally. "Much
better, thank-you." She turned to face him once more, and tugged at
her elbow pads one last time. "All set."
He gave her the once-over, managing to be both concerned and leering
simultaneously, and then strode over to the control panel. After
entering a code on one of the keypads, Mulder strode over and picked
up one of the laser guns they had removed from the second cabinet.
Handing it to her, he then picked up his own.
"Let's do it."
"That's what I was trying to--" she started whimsically.
Mulder interrupted her commentary on the merits of 'doing it' by
swooping in and pressing a hard, fast kiss on her lips.
"Temptress," he murmured, and headed out the door.
"Tyrant!" she called after him, and resignedly followed after him,
his chuckle trailing in the air.
She couldn't help but admire the figure he cut -- standing several
strides from her in full battle gear with his back to her and hands
on his hips as he surveyed the playing field through the plexi-glass
observation window.
When she had joined him, he explained the game further. "We're
operating as a team here, Scully. A team that has to take out ten
animated robot attackers as we navigate the course."
Nodding, Scully asked, "Is there a time limit?"
He flashed her a grin. "It's optional, but I chose twenty minutes.
Think we're up to it?"
Her look was disdainful. "Let's kick some robot ass, Mulder."
*~*~*
Twenty Minutes Later...
The maze-like course covered a rather vast area, probably 5000
square feet or so, large enough for teams or groups to play. It
was lined with prop trees and artificial rock formations, and
interspersed with flat and uneven terrain, and ground cover.
Well-placed and well-set out.
They breezed through it in sixteen minutes, with Mulder registering
six kills and Scully responsible for the other four. Each had taken
two hits, and both were sweaty and exhilarated.
Or pumped, as Mulder liked to call it.
After quenching their thirst with the bottled waters he had wisely
brought along, Mulder eyed her contemplatively, mischief and
something else shining in his eyes.
"So, Scully," he started, voice oh so casual.
As time had progressed in first their professional partnership, and
later their personal one, she had learned to read him like a book.
Albeit an always challenging and lengthy tome. And now it was clear
he was up to something. Deciding to make him work for whatever that
might be, she merely responded with a bland, "So, Mulder."
With a slight saunter, he walked away to toss his empty water bottle
in a nearby garbage can. On his return, he came up beside her,
slinging his arm around her shoulders.
"How about a little one-on-one, Scully?" he crooned, giving her an
exuberant squeeze that rocked her off-balance.
And he wasn't euphemistically referring to sex, unfortunately. She
knew that. Apparently the frenzy of testosterone had awakened his
competitive spirit, brought it racing to the forefront.
Glancing at him, something awoke in her as well -- an overwhelming
urge to wipe the cocky grin off his face. Her voice was low, and
filled with determination and a hint of challenge when she responded.
"You're on."
If at all possible, his smile grew cockier. "I'll go set the
system," he said, and this time when he walked away his saunter
was more pronounced.
Scully completed a few stretching exercises while she waited,
mentally reviewing the layout of the course and her possible
avenues of victory.
On their run-through working as partners, she had noted that
Mulder played with flair and unpredictability, and a bit of
rashness, which would make it difficult for her to operate in
a defensive mode. Thus she turned her attention to formulating
a plan of attack, recalling several potential and prime ambush
sites. She harbored no illusions that Mulder would not be playing
to win, and knew her strategy had to be the same.
Mulder's voice pulled her from her thoughts then, his tone
anticipatory and exuberant. "All right, G-woman, are you ready?"
He reminded her of a thoroughbred at the gate -- all coiled energy
and biting at the bit.
Feigning a casualness she did not feel, tamping down a fresh rush of
desire and arousal, she replied, "As I'll ever be. Lead on, G-man."
He nodded and loped ahead, opening the door to the short hallway
that led to the playing field for her with gentlemanly courtesy and
that same cocky smile. "The object of this particular game," he
began once she had walked through and he had followed, "is to be the
first one to complete the course, while avoiding or eliminating both
the animated robots and your opponent."
His smile widened. "Me."
"I think I got that part, Mulder," Scully said dryly, fighting the
strong temptation to roll her eyes. "Do we start the same way?"
"Actually, no," he replied. "We both enter from a different door,
so there is an element of surprise." Stopping, he pointed at the
door in front of him. "You start from the same place we did before
and I'll take the other entrance." He waited until she was in
position, and then moved roughly forty feet away to stand in front
of another door, his hand on the lever.
Studying his watch, he said, "Buzzer should go off in..." he counted
down aloud, "Five, four, three, two and GO!"
With that the buzzer sounded. They both shoved through their
respective doors, eager for that possible split-second advantage.
This part was familiar to Scully, easily remembered. She ducked
into a crouching walk almost instantly, and found cover behind a
tree just ten feet from the door. Every sense aware and adrenaline
pumping, her gaze scanned the immediate area around her, her weapon
at the ready.
The way clear for now, Scully darted ahead in a zig-zagging motion,
turning at the last second as she came to a stop so that her back
smashed up against the boulder that stood guard at this stage of
the path. One quick breath and then she peered quickly around the
corner. Another inhalation and she was lunging forward and out
into the open, her gun held at waist-height.
*BLAM*
Her aim was sure. One shot was all it took to dispatch the first
robot attacker -- it stuttered to a stop with a shrill sound, its
lights extinguished. Smiling slightly, Scully ducked into a crouch
once more and surveyed the terrain ahead.
If she recalled correctly, and she was fairly certain she did, there
were several intersecting paths coming up soon, after two bends in
the path. And if she knew Mulder, which she did, that was where he
could be lying in wait for her.
Several slow and deep, fortifying breaths later, and she was ready
to go. Rising enough to maneuver in that same zig-zag pattern, she
made her way onward with caution, gaze constantly moving. Checking
every shadow, every tree and potential hiding spot. Occasionally
backtracking in case her partner had managed to get behind her.
But Mulder was not where she had predicted he might be. She took
a moment to rest, warily keeping her guard up.
Proceeding forward, sweeping her weapon back and forth slowly, her
finger on the trigger, she came to the first of the two bends,
where she once again came to a halt with her back to a rock. She
performed the same quick check of the path ahead, and finding the
way clear, continued on.
She did the same at the next bend, only this time she rested against
a thick tree. And there was another robot coming into sight right
at the moment she stepped out from behind the tree. It took three
shots to finish this one off, as her aim was slightly off from the
surprise of the robot's appearance.
Shaking her head at the close call, Scully moved on, slowing as she
neared a high rock formation.
The hairs at the back of her neck rising, peripheral sense screaming
high alert, she started to spin around, gaze lifting. In time to see
Mulder leaping from the rocks, just milliseconds too late to prevent
him from tackling her to the ground.
"Mul--" her instinctive cry of his name was cut off abruptly when
she landed heavily on her back, and became a groan as his weight
bore down atop hers.
"Tag, Scully," Mulder whispered gleefully in her ear, throwing her
earlier name for their game back at her. Lifting his upper body, he
then maneuvered until he was straddling her waist. Grinning down at
her, he finished with the familiar end line, "You're it."
She growled at him, huffing a breath out to blow her bangs from her
eyes. "You cheated, Mulder!" was her indignant accusation. When he
only arched an eyebrow at her in response, his grin still wide, she
demanded, "Get off me, you oaf."
"I did not cheat," he replied smugly. "I merely played the game
with creativity."
"What?!" she exclaimed, with less force than she would have liked
due to her supine position and Mulder's weight. "Jumping off a
rock onto me? If I hadn't turned around when I did, you would have
jumped me from behind!" Shoving at his legs with her hands, she
began to squirm, trying to dislodge him.
"Oooh, do that again, Scully," Mulder crooned, not budging an inch.
"I like it."
When she gritted out 'bastard', he laughed and said, "And I love
when you talk dirty to me, baby."
Despite his teasing, her squirming had had an effect. His eyes
were darker and his breathing quicker -- two of the early signs
of arousal in her lover. Patience was a virtue, she told herself,
and playing to that arousal, continued her squirming.
"So, Scully," Mulder said crowingly then, his voice huskier than
normal. "What do I get for being the winner?"
Screw patience.
With a mighty heave of her pelvis and a twist of her body, she at
last dislodged him. Scrambling to her feet, Scully panted down
at her sprawled and very surprised partner, "I'm not that easy,
Mulder."
He looked impressed, intrigued and very, very turned on.
*~*~*
Ten Minutes Later...
"No holds barred?" Mulder queried for the third time, his hand once
again on the lever of the door that would lead him to the playing
field.
"Anything goes," Scully affirmed with a brisk nod, her own hand ready
at her door. Body humming with anticipation and excitement, she was
eager to get started. Or more precisely, eager to kick her partner's
ass.
The buzzer went and she charged through the portal, one last comment
from Mulder, perhaps a warning, echoing in her ears.
He had said, "I'll remember that."
Shrewdly intuiting this to mean Mulder planned an all-out and nearly-
immediate attack on her, Scully was in complete defense mode. With
a touch of aggressiveness and recklessness thrown in, of course.
She felt a little like a gunslinger in a spaghetti Western -- weapon
blazing as she took out two robot attackers just feet from the door
and then another one just seconds later. Or perhaps she was more of
a futuristic space warrior like Princess Leia.
An image of the Star Wars character popped into her head, only to be
replaced by First Person Shooter's own darling, Maitreya. Which led
to an image of herself blasting the crap out of the digitally
enhanced woman, to use the term very loosely. She chuckled under her
breath.
Mulder had been right. She *had* enjoyed getting her ya-yas out.
Particularly on Maitreya.
Because her attention had wandered, she didn't see the next robot
until a shot zinged past her, fortunately a few millimeters off-
target. But she recovered, and dispatched it with two chest shots,
noting to herself it had snuck up on her quite stealthily.
By the caliber of the robots' play, she concluded that Mulder had
upped the ante by changing the game, ratcheting the intensity up a
level, and she smiled grimly as her gaze swept the area. Including
up into the rocks, from where Mulder had previously staged his
nefarious attack.
Swiping one hand along her sweat-beaded forehead and taking a deep
breath, Scully continued on. She moved more quickly than she had
during their previous one-on-one game, an odd confidence that she
would triumph over her partner filling her and giving her a renewed
sense of strength.
At the next bend in the path, she paused for a breather with her
back resting against a thick tree, scanning the terrain in her
vicinity. She was tempted to copy Mulder and climb the nearest
rock formation and perhaps locate his position, but those closest
to her would leave her exposed for precious minutes.
It was while Scully was reviewing the course in her mind, trying
to pinpoint a location where an attempt to scale the rocks would
be more likely to result in success, that she heard a tell-tale
sound.
The scrape of a boot heel.
Silently dropping to a crouch, she first looked up to quickly and
carefully scan the cliff line around her. Finding it clear, she
took a deep breath and held it as she slowly edged her head forward
to peer around the back side of the tree, the one furthest from the
path.
And caught sight of Mulder.
Creeping stealthily along -- or so he thought, Scully smirked to
herself. She watched as her partner darted forward a few steps
to duck behind a scraggly bush, his head moving as he scouted the
route ahead, the route leading to her current position. It appeared
Mulder was attempting to sneak up on her by doubling back, having
managed to get ahead of her somehow.
Not gonna happen, partner, was her internal comment as she shifted
to her other foot in preparation of moving. Not this time. With a
slow, deep breath, Scully cautiously eased further along the
comforting security of the far side of her tree.
There were bushes similar to those Mulder had sought cover behind on
this side. Bushes that were quite thick, and made for an excellent
vantage point. And a prime ambush site.
Her heart was thudding loudly in her ears and her palms were damp
with sweat, threatening the grip she had on her gun. But she was
determined to take Mulder down.
He moved then, exiting from behind his scant hiding place to dash
ahead to another clump of bushes, bringing him almost directly
across from her current position. He did not linger long, merely
rested a few seconds, his gaze scanning the area, before he rose
again in a half-crouch and started forward once more, moving in a
zig-zag pattern.
She let him pass her, so close that she could have reached out and
touched him, before she made her move.
Springing from the bushes, her weapon at the ready, Scully intoned
somewhat gruffly, and with no small amount of gleeful victory, "Tag,
Mulder!"
"Auuuugggghhhh!" Mulder screamed, and it was definitely a girlie
scream. This brought a smirk to her lips. He spun around to face
her, his chest heaving and his face red, and attempted to splutter
denials and weak excuses.
"Save it, G-man," Scully returned, swaggering forward, her gun still
pointing at his mid-section. Her lips curved in a wide smile. "I
nailed you fair and square."
Never one to pass up an opening, Mulder leered through his obvious
embarrassment, "Oh, G-woman. You can nail me any time."
Before she could muster up a fitting comeback, Scully's attention
was diverted by the sight of a robot coming from around the bend,
his weapon aimed at Mulder's back.
Adrenaline surging to the forefront once more, her warning, "Mulder,
behind you!" was nearly overshadowed by his similar alert.
"Scully, at your back!"
A momentary shared glance and then they raised their Uzis with smooth
and simultaneous grace, took a step to each other's left, and fired.
*BLAM*
*BLAM*
Both robots let out discordant beeps and slowly came to complete
halts as their life-forces were extinguished by Mulder's and
Scully's deadly accurate shots.
Scully lowered her Uzi slowly, the adrenaline rush beginning to ebb,
peripherally aware of Mulder also dropping his weapon down to his
side. She shifted slightly on her feet, facing him once more, both
of them breathing heavily.
Their gazes met again, and held.
Mulder's eyes were dark, glittery. Full of heat. Heat that leapt
to her, and began to sizzle through her body.
For a moment she wondered what had hit her, before she recognized
the feelings and reveled in them, thrilled to them. She wanted
Mulder. Now. The scientific part of her mind pondered about
endorphins and the adrenaline rush, and the release of sex hormones,
even while she was deciding to act upon them.
Mouth suddenly dry, Scully licked her lips. And watched those dark
eyes follow the motion with rapt fascination, watched his tongue
mirror it and dart out to swipe over his own lips.
Heat became flame, and she sucked in a quivering breath, her
suddenly nerveless fingers releasing the Uzi. It fell to the
ground with a clatter, causing both of them jump in reaction.
"Scully." That was all he said, and then he was *there*, his
body pressing against hers, his hands cupping her face, his Uzi
just gone. Apparently Mulder was experiencing similar feelings.
His head slanted, descended, and her eyes fluttered shut as their
mouths met in a hot, wet kiss. Every thought other than pleasure,
deliriously pure pleasure, fled from her mind.
She clutched at his biceps, his shoulders, then slid the fingers
of one hand up to twine in his hair while his hands continued to
hold her head steady, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones.
Her breasts felt full, achy, trapped beneath the padded vest. With
a frustrated groan she dropped her hands to his shoulders again and
pushed.
Releasing her mouth, Mulder made a questioning sound, and Scully
plucked at her vest, gasping, "Off."
They both scrabbled to undo the Velcro straps, their fingers
twisting and tangling, and getting nowhere, and finally Scully
took one step back. "Yours," she told him as she started to undo
her own vest. Despite her arousal and urgency, she had the
presence of mind to note how quickly she had been reduced to
mono-syllabic sentences.
Mulder nodded, flashing her a saucy grin, and ripped his vest off
with one mighty yank, sending it flying off into the artificial
bushes. His elbow pads followed seconds later while she struggled
with the straps of her vest for another moment before finally
succeeding in pulling it off. Tossing the bulky garment aside
as Mulder had done with his, she tugged one elbow pad free and
discarded it, and was working on the second when Mulder swooped
in.
She abandoned that task and then they were plastered together from
lips to knees, Mulder's back bowing and Scully up on her toes to
maintain their connection, her arms now wrapped around his neck.
His eager hands jerked her borrowed Henley out of the waistband of
her jeans and delved beneath the soft cotton to stroke up and down
her back while hers fisted in his hair once again. A moment later
he was palming her ass and lifting her even higher against him.
Eventually she lost her balance and staggered back a step, their
mouths separating with an audible smack. She was seconds away
from dropping to the ground and pulling Mulder down on top of her,
uncaring of their surroundings, when he grasped her by the hips
and boldly pushed her backside against a convenient tree.
The little jolt of pain when her head connected with the bark was
ignored, and her surprised 'ooph' was muffled by his lips, once
again hotly laying claim to hers.
His weight pressed her upper body into the tree, while his hands
cupping her ass supported her more fully. Hers were once again
clutching at his biceps. The fingers of his right hand slid
beneath her left thigh then to hike her leg up on his hip, aligning
their lower bodies in a perfect union.
They both moaned, and Mulder released her mouth so they could gasp
for air, letting his forehead drop to rest on hers. The feel of
his warm breath wafting over her face made her shiver, and with a
small chuckle, he turned his head slightly and trailed his lips
along her temple and down to one ear, where he blew gently.
Her body jerked as if touched by a live wire, and Scully tightened
her leg around him in reaction. This resulted in the hard ridge of
his denim-covered erection now positioned where she wanted it most,
which accelerated the fire within her. Using her heel on the back
of his thigh for leverage, she began a slow, circular grind.
Groaning into her neck, Mulder lifted his head to meet her gaze and
assisted in this activity by kneading her ass with a similar rhythm,
and swiveling his hips.
Fire became raging inferno.
"Mulder," she panted, further inflamed by the expression of barely
contained lust that graced his face and the feral look in his eyes.
Her nails dug reflexively into his upper arms and her breathing
became ragged. Intense need was crashing through her in huge
waves. She had to fulfill that need. "Now."
"Now," Mulder agreed, his hips continuing their erotic dance. Yet
he did not step back or release her so that she could start working
on divesting him of certain items of clothing. Namely the faded
jeans covering his fine ass.
With that thought driving her on, she slid her hands down his chest
to hook her fingers in his waistband and tug. "Off," she ordered
this time.
If anything, his gaze turned more feral, and he actually growled.
A low rumble from deep in his chest that sent further shivers
through her, and had her exhaling shakily in response. Releasing
the hold on her leg, he stepped back just enough to begin working
on his belt.
Tearing her gaze away and straightening up, Scully hurriedly
mirrored him, managing to open her belt at the same time Mulder
yanked his free. She then worked on toeing off her hiking boots
before unbuttoning her jeans.
Seeing this, Mulder did the same with his boots after he had popped
the metal discs of his button-fly Levis, giving her a tantalizing
glimpse of a cotton-covered bulge that had her tongue darting out
to moisten her lips in anticipation and brought her disrobing to
a halt. He was far quicker with discarding his footwear, and
stripped off his futuristic-looking black Teflon knee pads next,
tossing them somewhere behind him.
A moment later her heart skipped a beat as he dropped to his knees
in front of her. He efficiently removed her knee pads and threw
them off to join his before nudging her now motionless, useless
fingers out of his way. Knuckles grazing her abdomen with lethal
confidence, he slowly worked the metal tab of her zipper down.
The denim parted, revealing her pale flesh and the white silk of
her low-cut panties. Mulder sighed, and she watched as he leaned
in close, his nose poking lightly just below her navel. She felt
a ticklish sensation followed by a stream of soft air that had her
stomach muscles twitching, and realized he must have pursed his
lips and blown on her skin.
Husking out his name, she brought her hands up to clench in his
hair. "Now," she said again, and this time the word was less of
a demand and more of a plea. She was sure she could not bear to
wait any longer.
Ignoring her, Mulder parted the denim further and nuzzled his
face against her panties, inhaling deeply. "I can smell you,
Scully," he whispered. "You smell like heaven." Looking up at
her once more, his fingers rose to hook in her waistband and he
tugged downward, none too gently.
"Now," he echoed, his voice more of a growl.
Together they worked her jeans down, Mulder still on his knees,
his face just inches from the apex of her thighs. As her left
foot cleared the denim, he was forced forward by her awkward
balancing act.
His nose grazed her mound, and she bucked into the contact, a
choked gasp escaping.
Mulder's fingers moved to her hips, sliding beneath the elastic
hem of her panties, tugging downward. Her inner thigh brushed
his cheek as she lifted her first foot free, and with a groan,
he lurched upright, leaving her panties bunched around her other
ankle, along with her jeans. Jamming his thumbs under the
waistband of his Levis, he shoved them and his boxers down with
more haste than finesse, his fully erect cock springing free.
Kicking his clothes off one leg at a time, he shoved the denim
and cotton aside with one foot.
Scully felt the heat and hardness of his cock pressing into her
belly as Mulder stepped into her space, pushing her back against
the tree, his left palm planted there by her right ear. Bending
his head, he licked at the pulse beating wildly at the base of
her throat before his free hand came up to grab her chin, tilting
her head up. A second later his lips were on hers, demanding and
devouring.
Maneuvering her hand between their bodies, she reached down to
grab his cock, stroking him once, twice, with almost-rough
movements. Movements that had him groaning into her mouth and
thrusting into her grasp.
Pulling back just enough to ease the pressure on her mouth but
still allow their lips to remain in contact, he slid his hand
downward along her body -- heavily. Touching her throat, her
breastbone, her stomach, until he was covering her fingers which
were wrapped around his cock.
Squeezing slightly, he assisted her in stroking him for several
long seconds, while slowly pumping his hips. Until finally he
stopped her with a hiss, throwing his head back to gulp in air.
Meeting her gaze after several such lungfuls, he gutturally
intoned, "I want to fuck you, Scully."
"God, yes," she responded, desire pooling at his words, thrilling
to the crudely raw delivery of his plea. Her skin felt hot,
fevered, and her sex wet and waiting. She eagerly helped him
lift her leg onto his hip once more, coming up on tiptoe as her
hands again clutched at his biceps.
Mulder took his cock in hand and teased them both by rubbing it
along her slick folds with several slow, torturous strokes before
giving an experimental thrust. Meeting only willing and ready
flesh, he was immediately buried deep within her, which wrought
a satisfied groan from him.
"Ohhhhh," Scully sighed, her eyes fluttering shut and her head
falling back against the tree. She felt so wonderfully,
incredibly full. Despite the urgency, despite that need still
crashing through her body, she held herself motionless, wanting
to savor the feeling.
But her body betrayed her, would not wait. Her inner walls
spasmed around his cock, and her hips bucked.
It was apparently all the invitation Mulder needed. With another
groan, he began to move. Pulling his hips back, withdrawing
partially, and driving forward again, slamming into her. And
slamming her into the tree.
They both grunted, Mulder gritting out a fractured apology,
his breathing choppy and short. Scully shook her head, it was
a different sort of pain -- a pleasurable pain. "S'okay," she
managed. "Don't...stop."
"Won't," he panted, thrusting slow and deep again. "Can't."
Their pace picked up. Sweat gathered between their two bodies
where pelvis met pelvis, and beaded on Mulder's forehead and
between her breasts under the Henley. Lungs worked triple-time
and hearts raced.
Mulder slid his hand from her waist down to cup her thigh once
again, holding her leg in place on his hip as their speed
threatened her precarious position. His fingers flexed in her
flesh in time with his ever-quickening thrusts, as her hands
similarly squeezed his arms, and his chin glanced along her
skull, just above her ear.
The rhythm, the pressure right where she needed it, the speed
and the intensity, all combined to push her over the edge. She
came with a hoarse cry, her body stretched taut against Mulder's
for an infinitely perfect moment before she bucked wildly, her
legs twitching and her sex contracting.
He groaned as she clenched his cock tightly, and she could feel
him holding himself still as her orgasm stretched on and on,
until at last she slumped into him with a weak utterance of his
name. Pumping madly, Mulder followed her into oblivion a scant
minute after, moaning a long-drawn out version of 'Scully'.
A few last erratic thrusts, and then he too was slumping, his
forehead dropping to her shoulder.
Scully stroked her hands soothingly down his back, lips pressing
briefly into his hair. "Wow," she murmured.
"And how," was his gusty response.
He didn't seem inclined to move, though, but now that her heart
rate had returned to normal and her pulse wasn't pounding
through her veins, little discomforts were making themselves
known. The bark was sharp and uncomfortable against her back,
her leg trembling from being hooked over his hip, and her lower
half was getting chilled.
She was also worried that the Gunmen's time at the warehouse
was nearly up.
"Mulder, we should clean up and get out of here," she said,
poking him in the side.
Mulder squirmed, chuffing out a raspy laugh at the ticklish
sensation, but listened to her. Lifting his head, he released
her leg slowly, helping her lower it to the ground, and then
took a shaky step backwards. His eyebrow quirked, and his lips
twisted in a smile.
"What?" Scully asked, rubbing at her thigh.
"Look at us," he replied, gesturing at them both.
He wore only a long-sleeved tee shirt and a pair of socks,
while she had on the borrowed Henley, one elbow pad, and had
her jeans and panties hooked around one ankle.
While she had been taking in their appearances with a bemused
smile, Mulder had scooped up his jeans. Digging in a front
pocket, he dragged out a handkerchief, which he passed to her
before tugging on his boxers and jeans.
A few minutes later they were reasonably presentable, and
began gathering up all their equipment. With items in hand
they walked together along the path to the exit.
*~*~*
Epilogue
Scully's Apartment
11:00 PM
Lying propped on several pillows, an opened magazine lying
on her blanket-covered lap, Scully watched her bedroom doorway
expectantly, awaiting Mulder. He had gone to answer his cell
phone, which he had left lying on the table by her answering
machine.
A moment later she heard his voice as he neared. "Later,
Frohike."
Entering her room with a jaunty stride, his pajama pants
hanging dangerously and sexily low on his lean hips, Mulder
deposited the cell phone on her dresser. "That was the guys,"
he announced rather unnecessarily, a quirky grin twisting his
lips. "Frohike was bitching because we didn't put the
equipment away properly." He paused, and then waggling his
eyebrows, added, "Said they found an elbow pad up in a tree,
and wanted to know how the hell it got there."
Scully blushed furiously, remembering them flinging pieces of
equipment everywhere in their haste to disrobe. She also
remembered how they hadn't been able to locate one of her elbow
pads after -- the other one had somehow managed to stay on her
during their frenetic and frenzied tryst.
Mulder's grin widened, and it was clear to Scully that he was
smugly pleased with her reaction. Pandering to his amusingly
overblown masculine pride, she lowered her eyelids to peer up
at him seductively, and purred, "I was overwhelmed by you,
Mulder."
He actually swaggered.
She had to fight off the urge to giggle as he neared the bed --
her lover was so predictable. When he stripped off his tee
shirt and preened, she stroked his ego again by whistling and
fanning herself with one hand.
The leer on his face slipped slightly. "You're mocking me,
aren't you, Scully?" he asked.
"Maybe a little," she said, and a chuckle did escape.
His tee shirt muffled the sound -- he had thrown it at her
with accuracy. While she was freeing herself from the soft
and Mulder-scented cotton, he leaped on the bed, bouncing her
and sending her magazine flying.
Moving lithely, he rolled himself on top of her, his hands
caging her head, their noses a breath's width apart.
"Wanna play tag, Scully?"
*~*~*
THE END
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