Title: Miracle on the Midway Author: Mortis E-mail: fanficcorner@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 Category: smut Spoilers: Requiem Summary: Mulder sets out to give Scully some fond memories of the carnival. Archive: Sure, just ask first please. :) Disclaimer: We all know who they belong to and it isn't me. Authors Note: This story is a proud winner of the Whispers of X True Blue Challenge for July. Thanks to: My best friend, Kim, without whom I would never have dared to write at all. Elements: -An interruption in the middle of sex -A carnival visit -Mulder and Scully see an actual fairy/sprite -A bottle of Excedrin -Glitter or body paint that won't come off -Mulder and Scully in an old-fashioned photograph -Dripping ice cream Miracle on the Midway by Mortis The smell of the place permeated the air as Mulder and Scully stepped from their FBI issue Ford. Scully reached into her bag and retrieved a bottle of Excedrin, popping two into her mouth and swallowing them down in an attempt to stave off the headache that she felt brewing in response to their assignment. She sniffed the wind again, and her stomach began to growl in spite of her as the tantalizing odor of the popcorn, Pronto Pups and candied apples wafted through the crisp early October air. Fairs and carnivals held no appeal for Scully. Any number of trips down the mid-way with Bill, Charlie and Missy had made her cringe with loathing every time. The grungy-looking men and women with missing teeth, dirty hair and endless tattoos who had manned the booths had caused her stomach to knot in nauseating, nightmarish fear. They had called out to them en masse as they passed, even reaching out to grab at their sleeves. Scully shuddered at the memory that flooded back. Last night as they had lain spooned together, with him soft and still inside her, she had related the story of how her elder siblings had run ahead, effectively ditching her, leaving her alone, lost and terrified. She told him of how the man with the long, stringy gray hair and the scary eyes had lured her back behind his booth with the promise of finding her sister and then fondled her through her clothes. Of how her surprised and terrified screams had brought Bill running, Charlie close on his heels. She had been 12 at the time. Mulder had been discussing their assignment. He'd been going on about the letter he had received from a naturally anonymous source alleging a violation of child labor laws in this particular carnival's human oddities, or freak, show. He had been relating his memories of innocent childhood trips to Coney Island and her sudden inexplicable burst of tears had led to her confession and Mulder's fervent desire to dim that unhappy memory with a new one. "I wish that I could erase that memory," he had muttered softly into her hair as he nuzzled at her neck and throat. "I wish you could, too, Mulder," she responded as she had turned to intercept his lips with her own. They made their way toward the southeast corner of the grounds to investigate the alleged abuse of "The Amazing Talina - the only genuine fairy in captivity." Mulder hoped to spend about ten minutes ascertaining that this allegedly underage "fairy" was, in fact, an of age performer and the rest of the evening changing Scully's mind about one of this favorite things - carnivals. The luridly painted canvases advertising "Proof that Fairies are Real!" hove into view, cleverly disguising the side of a large semi- trailer and giving it the appearance of an old-fashioned circus tent. A large, unshaven man dressed in a once white t-shirt stood guard over the curtained entrance. The shirt was two sizes too small and his hairy, round belly poked out from underneath the hem of the shirt. He had a large cigar clamped between dark brown teeth and Scully worked hard to suppress her urge to run screaming from his presence. Instead she silently held up her FBI identification as Mulder introduced them and asked to speak to Talina in order to put to rest these "allegations of child slavery". The man sized them up, obviously deciding that the best course of action would be to let them have what they wanted. He knew that if they got what they wanted, they would have no cause to threaten any searches of any of his private quarters. After all, every man has things to hide. But violation of children wasn't one of his. He pulled aside the curtain and jerked his head as invitation to enter, the cigar bobbing like a conductor's baton. Mulder motioned to Scully, his arm going protectively, automatically to his "spot" at the small of her back and placing himself between her and the leering stare of the profusely sweating man. As the curtain shut behind them, and their eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness within, they noticed one end of the trailer glowed faintly with what appeared to be an illuminated empty glass case. They approached suspecting that it was empty and they'd been had, but found instead a tiny woman sitting in a very tiny recliner chair of the type made for children. A TV flickered softly at the end of the elevated footrest upon which rested the elbows of a very tiny woman. She appeared completely human in every respect, albeit very small, with one exception; a set of authentic- looking gossamer wings between her shoulders. "Excuse me," Mulder began, "Talina?" The tiny woman turned and regarded him with lapis eyes momentarily forsaking Jerry Springer in favor of his greeting. "Yes," she replied in an odd voice that brought to mind a pair of tiny wind chimes in a green garden. "I'm Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner Dana Scully. We'd like to ask you a few questions." Mulder recited, his desire to be gone evident in his voice. "Don't worry, Agent Mulder," she answered before he asked, "I am much, much older than 18. But thank you for your concern over my welfare, just the same. Enjoy the rest of carnival." She turned back toward the TV, effectively dismissing them both with a flutter of her wings. "This is such a scam!" Scully scoffed. "I can't believe you charge people $5 to see this!" "You don't believe that I am what I say I am, Agent Scully?" the little woman asked with a mischievous grin. "No offense intended," Scully replied, "but no, I don't." The little woman's laughter tinkled in their ears. "I will prove it. I will grant the dearest wish of your heart, Dana. By this time next month, you will believe in me." Again that musical, playful laugh floated to her ears. A bluish translucent globe formed on the end of her tiny finger and grew as it wafted toward Scully's head, glowing with a suffused light. Scully just stood there, as it burst over her head. "Smoke and mirrors," she retorted with a great deal less bravado than she felt. Mulder gaped. "Nice effects," he said to no one in particular as they left. "You're satisfied that she's of age, then?" Scully prompted. "Yes," he answered simply and directly. "And you're not the least bit interested whether you spoke to an actual fairy right now?" she asked with noticeable incredulity. He looked at her with a big smile. "I believe that she's genuine," he said without apology, "I also believe that she's well over the legal age for full-time employment. Therefore, our case is closed. Of course, that leaves us free this evening with nothing to pursue but our own interests..." His voice trailed off as he led her to one of the many vendors' trailers pulling out his wallet. He exchanged several bills for a pair of chocolate covered ice creams on sticks, and handed one to Scully with a broad smile. "What d'ya say we replace some memories of the carnival?" he leered. They found a semi-secluded, grassy spot under a tree and sat to eat their ice creams, surreptitiously devouring each others lips between bites. Their kisses became more intense as the ice cream dripped, forgotten, down across their fingers. Mulder took Scully's fingers and licked the creamy mess from them, sucking each finger gently clean. Scully was ready to go home and jump him, but Mulder insisted that they pose for a photo with her dressed as a saloon girl and he a cowboy. Rendered in sepia tones, the photo looked as if it had been taken in the wild, wild west a hundred years ago. Scully had convinced Mulder to join her at the face painting booth for some fun with body paint and they both now sported bright flowers on their cheeks. In the car that night, Scully had to admit that she'd had fun. She watched Mulder as he maneuvered the car efficiently through the light evening traffic and back to their hotel. Once behind the closed doors of their "separate" rooms that were connected by adjoining doors, Mulder pinned her to the wall with his kiss, pausing only long enough to rip his shirt over his head. He encircled her tiny waist with his hands and raked them gently up her sides, hooking his thumbs into the hem of her shirt and dragging it up and over her head and exposing her bared, braless breasts. His thumbs rubbed across her nipples making hard points of them. Scully responded with enthusiasm, her right hand holding the back of his neck, pulling his mouth tighter against hers while her left slid down slowly across his chest and stomach to explore the hardness that throbbed beneath the denim of his button-fly jeans. He thrust himself against her hand. Her fingers soon sought out the buttons and popped them one by one until his erection sprang free. It bobbed slightly with each beat of his heart and was so hard a diamond couldn't have scratched it. She stroked it and was amazed by the softness and warmth of the skin there, and yet how unyielding was the member itself. She stared at it, as if mesmerized. Scully raised her arms and draped them over his shoulders pulling him in for a bare-chested embrace. He could feel her hard nipples raking his skin as she slowly slid her body down the length of his to kneel before him, her lips curling into an unconsciously sexy, smile. His cock leapt as she reached up and grasped him in her hand. She bent and placed a soft kiss on the underside of the head. A moan escaped his pursed lips as she took him in her mouth and slid her lips down to the base. He fought the urge to grab her head and thrust, electing instead to thread his fingers gently through her hair. Her hands danced over his thighs and up to squeeze his buttocks as her mouth held him captive as surely as if she had him in irons. His whole world centered on her red lips sliding up and down his turgid cock. He reached down and grasped her shoulders, pulling her to stand before him just before he reached the point of no return. He wrapped her in his arms for a passionate, almost rough kiss, sweeping his arm beneath her knees and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed. He placed her gently on the soft cotton coverlet and peeled her jeans over her hips until she lay completely bare before him. His hands ran reverently up her calves, his thumbs gently kneading the muscles as he advance up to her thighs. With gentle pressure on her knees, he spread her legs until she was split wide open. Kneeling before her, he nuzzled at the downy soft hair. His tongue darted out and swept between her folds in a broad swath. Pleasure zinged through her and she moaned loudly. Mulder nearly exploded when he looked up and saw her. The fingers of her left hand danced through his hair, gently directing him to linger here or move there. Her other hand ran feverishly across her torso, stroking her belly and breasts. Her fingers teased at her nipples, pinching delicately and then not so delicately. Her eyes were closed, her lips were slack and slightly parted. Mulder knew that he couldn't hold out much longer, he slid his hands under her ass and lifted, deepening his sexual kiss. Her answering plea was nearly enough to send him over the edge, "Fuck me, Mulder! I want you inside me." He needed no further prompt. He reached down and took himself in hand, ready to climb onto the bed and bury himself in her to the hilt when his toe struck the leg of the bed. His howl of pain couldn't be translated into words, but was sincerely profane in spite of it's incomprehensible nature. Scully, who had been hovering on the edge of a powerful orgasm, scrambled to sit up quickly, "Mulder!? What is it? What's the matter?" "Ow! Damn toe," was all he managed to get out through his clenched teeth. "Oh, poor baby!" Scully crooned as she beckoned him to lay beside her, offering her hand and pulling him gently into her arms. Mulder fell over onto the bed holding his throbbing foot, his bottom lip jutting out in barely exaggerated woe. She cradled him in her arms bringing his face tantalizingly close to her creamy breasts, and she stroked his hair in a comforting gesture. He looked up into her still flushed face, awed by the love he found there. Suddenly his toe didn't hurt so much, but his heart swelled with love and with pride that she would deign to be with him. He noticed that the beautiful rose she had selected at the carnival face painting booth was still undamaged on her flushed cheek. He reached up and traced the line of her face with a gentle finger, rubbing over the painted flower in the process. To his great surprise, it didn't smear. Mulder turned his head into her body burying his face in her cleavage. "How about a nice hot shower?" he tempted as his tongue circled her aureole immediately causing the nipple to crinkle and harden. She bent her head and kissed the top of his head. "A shower sounds great," she cooed, stretching languidly when Mulder rolled over and off her lap. He stood beside the bed, completely forgetting about his earlier pain as she stretched, making his cock stiffen again. Scully had risen to her knees and he wrapped her in his arms, pulled her tight against his chest, lifting her off the bed. Scully encircled him with her arms, stretching to capture his mouth with her own. Their bare flesh pressed together as she hung from his embrace. She wrapped her legs around his hips and felt him pressing against her opening. With a slight wiggle, she slipped down over his rigid member. She squeezed with her inner muscles as he carried her to the bathroom, the movement working to plunge him deep inside her with every step. By the time he reached the bathroom and turned on the hot shower, she was squirming against him, writhing as she attempted to impale herself harder. Mulder could feel his orgasm building as he kept pace with Scully. Inside the steamy shower, the hot water pounded against his back as he pinned her against the wall and began thrusting in earnest. Her orgasm wriggled deep in her core as if it was a fish and he could spear it with his thrusts. The rhythmic contractions of it spread through her as she felt his cock twitch and his seed hit its mark accompanied by their loud moans. She released her anchor around his hips and slid her feet to the floor. They both stood on trembling legs, leaning against one another for support. He grasped her face in his hands and pulled her in for a deep kiss. "I love you, Scully," he said breathlessly, looking deep in her eyes. "I love you too, Mulder," she said as her smile widened. Mulder grabbed the soap and a soft washcloth. He lathered up the cloth and soaped her body. He took a swipe at the painted flower on her cheek. It smeared, but wouldn't come off. He decided not to spoil the moment by telling her. Besides, she probably had some kind of war paint remover in her make-up bag. Clean and showered, they snuggled together in his bed. ~45 days later~ Scully lay in her hospital bed still in shock from her diagnosis. She was pregnant - the dearest wish of her heart. Her mind flashed back to the tiny woman with the spectacular special effects. She had begun to suspect in Belle Fleur that she might be, but had not told Mulder for fear that she was wrong. Now he was missing and she couldn't tell him that she believed with all her heart in a little fairy with a passion for Jerry Springer. "Thank you, Talina," she said under her breath as a joyful tear slid down her cheek. THE END