"What the hell are you two doing?"
Mulder and Scully immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to the tall man in the doorway. "Ah," Scully started. "See, I'm a doctor and he started to feel sick." She looked at Mulder. "I decided to check him out before anything happened."
The man raised an eyebrow at the explanation, but continued on his way to the elevators. Scully looked back at Mulder and sighed.
"This is unbelievable, Mulder," she said. She leaned forward and rested her forehead on his shoulder. "Why isn't this going right?"
Mulder smiled and stood, helping her up as well. "Why don't we just go to the beach. We'll have our privacy there."
Scully sighed, stepping forward to hug him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pressed her lips to his bare chest. "I just want you naked and alone, I don't care where we go." She stepped back and took in his rumpled appearance. "You're a mess."
He looked down and laughed. "Who's fault is that?" Mulder began tucking in his shirt and rebuttoning what were left of his buttons.
She picked up his jacket and handed it to him. "Yours. Now let's get the hell out of here before you make me do something that will most likely ruin my reputation and most definitely rock your world." Scully brushed past him to the elevator and smacked the 'down' button. They exchanged sidelong glances, waiting relative silence for the doors to open. The bell chimed signaling the elevator's arrival and they grinned at each other.
"Going down?" he smirked.
"Oh... God, Mulder... don't tempt me."
Mulder smiled. "Now haven't I been doing that ever since I got here?"
Dana looked back at him. "Yes," she replied. "And if you keep it up. I don't think I'll be able to be as gentle as I usually am."
The elevator doors opened and just as Scully was about to walk in, Fox grabbed her arm. He pulled her back against him and leaned into her ear.
"Hurt me, Scully."
Dana moved into the car and turned around. "You're doing it again, Mulder."
Laughing to himself, Fox followed his partner into the elevator.
"Well, well, well..." Mulder said as the doors closed. "All alone in a spacious elevator. Whatever shall we do, Agent Scully?" Mulder advanced, backing her into a corner.
"Mulder..." She put her hands on his chest, not pushing nor pulling. "I really don't think we should, someone might catch us..."
"Not if I push this button..." Mulder leaned back and tapped the 'emergency stop' button with his index finger. "It'll be fun..."
"They have video cameras in these elevators, Mulder..."
"Even better, immortalized forever on VHS...Do you think they'd make us a copy?"
"Who *wouldn't* they make a copy for, is more to the point."
"We'd be famous."
"We'd be jobless."
"We'd have more free time."
"We'd be in jail, Mulder. Work with me here." Scully pushed him aside and started the elevator again. It stopped on the 5th floor only to admit a tall, thin business man.
Mulder judged him to be in his fifties, noting the graying of his beard and hair. He felt Scully tense in recognition and attempted his best FBI pose; shoulders back, head up, and hands conveniently over his crotch, disguising what could only be described as the hard on to end all hard ons. Mulder discreetly adjusted himself. Okay, so it wasn't the pent up monster he often likened it to, but it was a nice start.
Scully glanced down at Mulder and stifled a laugh. She bit her lips. Hard. Mulder looked at her with a lopsided grin and shrugged. For some strange reason, the whole situation was extremely amusing and Dana couldn't stop herself from laughing. She tried everything. Finally, she turned around, facing the shining wall of the elevator with a stupid grin on her face. She kept snickering the entire time until the tall man finally looked over his shoulder.
After seeing the woman in the corner, he glanced at Mulder. Fox shrugged, his hands still strategically placed in front of him. The man looked at Scully again and frowned.
"Dr. Scully?"
Scully tried to restrain herself as much as she could and turned back around. She cleared her throat. "Dr. Toufexis, glad to... see you." Dana kept snickering in the middle of her sentences.
Vladimir Toufexis raised an eyebrow at her composure, or lack there of, as the elevator doors opened at the ground floor. It was too much... way too much. Scully couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out into hysterics right in front of the tall doctor. She made her way out of the elevator, laughing all the way, as Mulder followed her silently, a small smile tossed Toufexis's way. Vlad watched the couple go, the man's hands frozen directly in place.
Scully stumbled through the hotel lobby, her fit of giggles carrying her to the parking garage exit. Mulder calmly followed, Special Agent pose perfected and executed with ease. The agents were drawing some interesting looks but Mulder was too focused to notice. Yes, focused was the polite term for the amount of energy Mulder was expending imagining Scully in sundry positions.
Scully spun on her heels and saw the look on Mulder's face; his eyes glazed over, mouth gaping at the possibilities, brow furrowed in concentration, utterly aroused. Mulder couldn't disguise that look, Dana knew it far too well. It took him a moment to realize that she had turned and was watching him as she walked backwards through the garage.
Scully giggled. "You gonna be okay there, Mulder?"
Mulder grinned at her. "I think you scared Doctor Tofu, Scully."
"Toufexis...Vladimir Toufexis," she corrected.
"Vladimir?!" Mulder stopped and began laughing uncontrollably. Scully watched as he braced himself on a pillar and clutched at his stomach, gasping for air. "Scully...that's just...God, that's hysterical..." Mulder dissolved into another fit of giggles and Scully couldn't help but join in, making a spectacle in the otherwise silent garage.
They calmed down in a moments time, both wiping their eyes. "You don't suppose he's a fan of shish kabobs and rotisseries, do you?" Mulder asked.
Scully smirked. "I'm sure he's heard those impaler jokes before."
Mulder smiled and moved closer to her. "I've got lots of impaler jokes, Scully."
"I know Mulder. I've been the butt of them often enough."
"Scully, I don't think I like what you're implying," he teased, backing her against a pillar.
Scully closed her eyes briefly, chiding herself for that Freudian slip. "Er, Mulder, you know what I mean..."
"Do I?"
"You mean you don't?" Scully covered her eyes. "Then why did I waste my time buying that whip?" She shook her head and started walking again. Grinning over her shoulder at Mulder, she lowered her voice, "Where'd ya park, stick boy?"
Mulder frowned and stood still until it sank in. "A what?!" He jogged to catch up with her, directing her attention to a red convertible. "Stick boy? Whip? Scully..."
Scully stopped abruptly. "That. You rented that?"
Mulder stood beside it and smiled. "That I did, my lover."
Scully raised her eyebrows. The car was a boat. Complete with white wall tires, leather interior and a pair of fuzzy dice. "Mulder, you don't honestly expect me to ride around with you in that thing, do you?"
Mulder turned to her. "No... Just ride me around in it."
"Why don't we get you some atrocious jewelry and a naugahyde suit jacket and you can go undercover as a pimp." Scully tapped her foot and looked up at Mulder.
"Why Scully, do you wanna be my employee?"
"No, I want to arrest you for you tragic fashion sense."
Mulder clutched at his chest and stumbled backwards. "Oh the love...I can feel it," Mulder threw his hands up in mock triumph. "She loves me! She really, really loves me!" His face grew serious and he stalked towards her. Scully stepped back until she was leaning back over the hood of the Cadillac. Mulder pressed himself against her body, his lips tickling the whirls of her ear as he spoke. "Because, after all, nothin' says lovin' like handcuffs and naugahyde."
"Nothing at all," Dana whispered. "You're teasing me again."
Fox flicked her earlobe with his tongue. "I know."
Scully shuddered. "Mulder... this is still a parking..." His tongue came out again. "... lot." She groaned. "Mulderrrrr... mm... stop." She placed a hand on his chest, but he continued. "Mulder, stop." She pushed him back. "We'll never get to the beach this way."
"Hey," Mulder, wrapping his arms around her. He pushed his nose into her neck and nibbled the skin there. "I just want you... and if it's going to be in this Cadillac, so be it. I've got insurance."
"Mmm..." Scully's hands reached into his jacket and went around his waist. "You sure make it sound appealing..."
"Then come on... get in."
"Only to drive, Mulder."
"Front or rear suspension, Scully?"
"Mulder... drive." Scully punctuated her words by pushing him back and shaking her head.
"Yes, Mistress."
Fox laughed at the punch Scully sent his way before they both made their way to their respective sides of the car.
Scully winced at the sound the car door made as it opened, wishing she had a can WD40. Mulder avoided opening his door at all and leaped over the side of the car into his seat. Scully stopped to watch him shrug out of his coat, throw it in the back seat, and settle in.
"Let me guess...Your door doesn't open?"
"No, just fulfilling a childhood fantasy. Now get in here and make the rest of my dreams come true." Mulder flashed her a smile and waved the rabbit foot keychain at her. "I'm feeling lucky."
Scully laughed and slid into the monstrosity that was their chief mode of transportation. Mulder threw his arm over the back of the seat and motioned for her to scoot over. Scully slid into the curve of his arm and sighed contentedly as he started the car and lurched into traffic.
Scully's head snapped up in sudden realization, catching Mulder off guard. "What?"
"Mulder, we are going to the beach in business suits..."
Fox smiled. "I thought of that." He reached blindly behind him, shuffling around things in the back seat. Suddenly, he tried to pull his hand back, but it wasn't forthcoming. "Scully?" She turned to him. "Ah... my hand's stuck."
Scully smiled slyly and decided to take the opportunity. "You really stuck?"
"Yes," Mulder assured her. He tried to yank his hand out, but it was securely wedged. "Scully, would you mind giving me a hand here?" he tugged again, to no avail.
"Sure, Mulder, not a problem," Scully straightened and reached over the back of the seat.
Mulder felt her fingers tickle his wrist and heard the zipper click a few notches as the bag tightened around his hand. "Scully, what are you doing?
Scully extracted her hand and grinned at him, mischief apparent in her eyes. Her hand began caressing his thigh, "Just giving you a hand, Mulder."
Mulder's eyes went wide as began to draw circles on his thigh with her fingernails, gradually swirling closer to their target. "D-Danaaa..." he gasped as she brushed over his inner thigh.
She stretched up to whisper in his ear, "Just hold on tight, Mulder..." her tongue darted out and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. "...It's gonna be a bumpy ride..."
Mulder swallowed, flexing the hand trapped behind him. "Ah... Scully... I gotta drive here."
"Oh, that's okay. I won't be in your way." He finger trailed up his thigh, bypassing the target and tracing his belt buckle.
Mulder shifted under the seatbelt, suddenly very uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. "Scully..."
Dana nuzzled her partner's neck, her fingers doing the walking. "Yes?"
"I... can't drive... when you're..." Mulder gasped suddenly as Scully trailed her fingers over his erection.
Scully looked up at Mulder who was staring out at the highway. "What?" She covered him completely with her hand and Mulder let out a long moan.
"Dana.... I can't... " Scully started to move her hand slowly in a circle. "Oh, God..."
Scully smiled. "Mulder, if this is really bothering you, I can stop."
"No," he said. He had been waiting days for her to touch him like this again. He pushed himself into her hand. "God, please... don't stop."
Scully pressed the heel of her hand against him and tugged at his zipper. Mulder gripped the steering wheel tighter as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and pushed it up and out of the way. He whimpered when he felt the steady pressure and warmth of her hand leave him and move to the soft hair of his stomach.
"Shhhh..."
She began rubbing soothing circles over his belly, fingertips lightly brushing across the waistband of his boxers. Just when Mulder thought he couldn't stand her teasing anymore, Scully dipped her hand beneath the soft cotton of his boxers and took him in hand. Mulder's hips bucked as the soft skin of her palm covered him and squeezed gently. She held him firmly and begin to stroke, her thumb teasing the sensitive underside of his erection.
"Oh, God...I...Oh Danaaaa..." Mulder groaned, toes curling from the sheer pleasure. His leg twitched and his foot depressed the gas pedal, jerking them both hard against the seat. Scully instinctually tightened her grip on Mulder and his head tipped back, eyes threatening to slip shut as he let out another deep groan.
The car swerved again. "Mulder, you've got to concentrate on driving or I am going to have to stop," Scully whispered against his neck, slowing her movements.
"MmMM!" Mulder held his lip between his teeth, trying to keep his eyes open and on the road. He grunted, feeling her hand move excruciatingly slow. Up and down, up and down... Fox's hips jumped, shoving himself against her hand faster. He felt Scully chuckle against his throat.
"Mulder, Mulder, Mulder... have you no control?"
"Unnnh..." Mulder moaned, the car swerving slightly again. "If I didn't have control, we'd be on the side of the road having the best sex of our lives... I've g-- ah... ah... got control, Scully... You're just testing it sooooorely."
Dana grinned. "Now keep your eyes on the road, Mulder."
"They are, they are," he replied.
Scully concentrated on her partner's lap as he drove and delighted in the gasp she caused when he felt the cool air against his erection. He glanced down for only a brief second and his eyes widened. Dana leaned forward over his lap, her hair framing her face.
Mulder's head fell back when he felt her mouth engulf him. "Danaaaahh... ah, God..." His hips jumped forward again, pushing himself further into her mouth. The car swerved until Mulder raised his head again to watch the road.
Scully's head rose and lowered again, each time applying a little more suction. She moaned softly, which caused Mulder to as well, as he could feel the vibration through him.
Mulder focused all his energy on raising his head, eyes fluttering open. "Ahhhhhhhh... Shit... Scuh-leeeee..." Her tongue swirled around him again. "Ah Jesus! Scully!" Mulder jerked violently, his hand tearing loose from the overnight bag and clamping down on her shoulder, pulling her back. Mulder closed his eyes briefly, shivering as the warmth of her mouth was replaced by a cold breeze, and exhaled, "Scully, stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop..."
She looked up at him, surprised. "Did I hurt you?" But the look on his face was not one of pain, instead he wore a grim expression of shock and horror.
"N-No," he stuttered. "It's not that...I think we're being pulled over, Scully."
END OF PART TWO