Title: Going Up, Going Down
Author: abracadabra
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mulder invites Scully to his work site.
Key Words: MSR, Smut, Tools
Disclaimer: Even though the show's been cancelled, Mulder and
Scully still belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox.
But, they'll always belong to me when I write...
Archive: Sure! I'd be flattered...would love to know where!
Thanks: Kim and Denise, the best beta duo I could ask for.
Notes: A prior relationship is assumed. Yes, I can picture
Mulder in almost any setting. And yes, I appreciate his
'backside'. This is set in the Seasons Series universe;
specifically Scattered Leaves.
Websites: http://www.geocities.com/spookys_girl2000/index.html
http://www.geocities.com/mesmerizememulder/
Feedback: Please! Email: abracadabra1754@hotmail.com
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Going Up, Going Down
by abracadabra
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Stenhauser Construction Site
Tuesday
6PM
She was pretty surprised to hear what he was doing with his time off.
Mulder. Working construction. Then the Gunmen spilled it, albeit
inadvertently. He'd found a possible new case, decided to check out
some of the players ahead of time. A little self-assigned
undercover work. Two days on the job and he'd invited her to tour
the site. He sure knew how to show her a good time.
The sun has just about slipped and melted into the lake water and
casts its last weak flame colored rays over the steel girders of the
high-rise frame. She walks around the open lift shaft, idly kicking
at the slight mounds of gravel displaced after a day of steel-toed
boots traffic and the weight of heavy equipment dragged to and fro.
Her arms are crossed in front of her, her hands tucked inside the
fleecy sleeves of her long sweatshirt as she waits for him.
And suddenly and all at once, he's there, behind her, unexpected.
Before she has a chance to catch the tiny sounds of small ragged
stones as they tumble displaced in front of his Sorrels, he has his
flannel shirt covered arms wrapped around her, back to front. She
settles into him sighing and smiling. "What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this, Scully?"
She laughs. "I want to check out your equipment, Mulder. Got
anything to show me?" She pushes back into him just enough to
make an initial survey of said equipment. It's in pretty decent
condition, but she's heard it's best to take a test drive before
closing her sale. Regardless of the previous number of times she's
test driven him...
He takes his hard hat and sets it over her fiery hair, turning her
around in the process. It's been adjusted for his larger head and
hair and sits low enough on her to render her eyes nearly invisible.
"You look cute in my hat," he tells her as he ducks under the
rounded polyurethane brim to kiss her chastely. "And you taste
even better wearing my hat."
She attempts to kiss him back...and butts him in the bridge of his
nose with the hat eliciting a quiet 'ouch' from him followed by a
not-so-quiet chuckle from her.
"Sorry, Mulder."
She flips the hat farther back on her head and reaches for the
button placket on his shirt, pulling him down closer to her
face. "Studies show that I can make it better if I kiss it where
it hurts." Kiss on the bridge of his nose.
"Or kiss it near where it hurts, science has proven."
Kiss on the tip of his nose.
"And even much better by kissing you in the vicinity of where it
hurts, lots of substantiated data to back it up..."
Kiss full on his lips, parting them with her tongue.
She lets the fabric go as she reaches up to hold onto his shoulders,
her head tilting so far back that the hat slides from her head,
bouncing on and rolling away into the gravel behind them. His large
and graceful hands frame her face, as his fingers trail into her hair
and he tips her head to one side to deepen the angle of their lip lock.
He seals his mouth over hers, the intensity of the action requiring her
to secure her hold on him. Her hands move to his biceps, clutching at
the muscles beneath the soft flannel and cotton tee.
She's hungry now, but food seems to be the farthest thing from her
mind. She hungers for the taste of his lips and she nips at the lower
then bites at his upper, tonguing the former and then the latter.
They groan almost together.
So close to his mouth are her words uttered that he's not sure if
he's heard them or tasted them when she tells him she thought he
was going to show her his work site. His breath is coming faster
than the bellows on the machinery pump when he laughs. "Now?"
"Now." She runs her hands down his arms and then up to his face,
her index finger dragging along his lower lip. He catches her finger
with both lips, drawing it inside his mouth and she whispers his
name as her eyes close.
"Mmmm." The vibrations of the sound tingle on her skin as the wet
warmth of his tongue and lips caress her finger.
Her eyes glued to his mouth where her finger has seemed to disappear,
she reminds him that they're standing out in the open at the site and
anyone's liable to drive into the lot and see them in this position.
He smiles, but doesn't release her, the tip of his tongue flicking
across her skin, his teeth holding her until she pushes him. Making
him take a quick step back.
*Then* he lets her index finger go, but not her. One hand on her
hip, the other around her waist, he spins her as smoothly as anything
or anyone can pivot on the uneven bits of rock beneath their feet.
She stumbles, but has nowhere to fall while in his grasp and he
walks her backward to the shaft.
She hears the engine whine and the whirring of the motor as the car
begins its journey downward, the screeching of open car on older
cables doing nothing to reassure her of the safety of the trip they're
about to take. With a 'clunk', it grinds to a halt and the wire mesh
curtain slides to one side allowing them to enter. She gazes
overhead as he pushes her against the back of the elevator and
notices that the 'ceiling' is nothing more than a steel frame open
to the skies.
As the lift begins its jerky move upwards, he employs the full court
press against her chest and her abdomen and she finds her arms bent
at the elbows on either side of her head, her forearms and the backs
of her hands against the metal of the wall. She manages to
hypothesize that they could walk to the top faster than the car
moves, but he verifies that it's better that it moves so slowly
because it just gives her even more time to check out the scenery.
He bends his knees, bringing his face level with hers, and nudges
her nose in a close approximation of an Eskimo kiss. A small smile
plays around her lips and when the tip of his nose continues to rub
against hers, she turns her head to one side...and finds his lips
kissing the line from behind her ear down along the length of
her neck.
Letting go of one hand, he roughly massages her breast, his need to
touch more of her fueling his desire. And she clutches and yanks on
the hair at the nape of his neck feeling him nestle into and nuzzle
the ripped and loose neckline of her shirt, around the slight dip
where the curve of her neck becomes her shoulder. "Mulder?"
He queries 'yes?' against her skin sending shivers through her.