"WHAT?!" her head snapped up, smacking into steering wheel. "Ow..." Scully reached behind her and touched the point of impact.
Fox continued to look in the rearview mirror with wide eyes. "Ah... Scully?"
"What?" she asked, glancing behind them.
Mulder redirected her gaze with his own to his lap. "I need a hand here."
Dana smirked. "You need more than that."
"No, Scully... I mean to... clean me up, so to speak." He slowed the car. "Hurry... I'm sure the officer would love to see it."
His partner smiled and moved closer to him, gently tucking his still not satisfied erection into his pants and zipped them up. Unfortunately, she was a little too fast.
"Unh! Scully."
Dana grimaced. "Sorry." Scully sat back in the passenger's seat as the officer came up beside them.
"Can I see some ID please?" he asked, taking his sunglasses off.
Both agents pulled out their badges and showed them to him. "We're just investigating a case," Mulder said, putting the badge away.
"Can I ask why you were swerving?" the Patrolman inquired.
"Ah..." Mulder looked out onto the highway. "Big car. It was the only one they had when we rented and I'm not used to a car this size."
The Officer watched them for a moment.
"It's always been an ambition of my partner to drive a car like this, and I think he might've just got carried away a bit." The Patrolman stared at her blankly. "I told him to be more careful, but he wouldn't listen." Scully continued her stare down with the Officer. "He gets distracted far to easily," she offered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Scully was beginning to think that New York's finest had lost the power of speech when he grunted. So, it wasn't a word...At least it was an acknowledgement. "Can we please get going?" Scully asked. "We've got other things to do."
The Highway officer watched them for another minute before allowing them to leave. As soon as he was back on his bike, the two partners let out a big sigh of relief.
Shaking his head, Mulder looked at her in mock-disappointment, "You and your big mouth, Scully..."
Scully watched as a smile spread across his face and they burst out laughing in unison. Mulder flinched when Scully swatted his arm as he pulled back out into traffic.
Mulder shifted uncomfortably.
Scully raised her eyebrows, glancing from his crotch to his face. "You're never going to get into your Speedo like that without creating a international incident, Mulder. You better let me--"
"Hands to yourself, Dana...Hands to yourself. I've got it under control." Mulder began mentally flipping through his list of horrifying images sure to kill any hard-on. What was that one Scully had taught him...? Dead cats. Yes, that's the one. Mulder concentrated on a particularly gruesome scene involving a cat, a fish tank, and an electrical appliance and waited for his erection to wane...
Nothing.
Two dead cats, a rolling pin, and some firecrackers.
Nothing.
Shit.
Fuck.
Damn.
Scully watched him carefully, his brow furrowing in contemplation of just how exactly the next cat was gonna bite the dust. "Dead cats not working, Mulder?"
How the hell did she do that, he idly wondered. Oh well, time to drive her to the edge of sanity and see how many cats she mentally obliterates before she can get herself under control.
Mulder set his hand on her knee and began rubbing circles over her kneecap, fingers toying with the hem of her skirt.
Scully gasped and shifted slightly under his touch. She looked down to witness his hand inching ever so slowly up her thigh, pushing her skirt up as he went. Glancing up at her partner, Dana noticed that he was doing so blindly. Mulder watched the road like nothing else was happening.
"Mulder, you're just doing this to get back at me," she told him, putting a hand on the back of the seat and shifting every so often.
Mulder nodded. "You're absolutely right, Scully," he replied. His fingers traced small circles on the inside of her thighs and he smiled when she gasped again. He could feel her heat even though he wasn't close to her yet. Then it hit him. Fox looked over at her. "Dana Scully, you're not wearing any underwear."
Scully opened her eyes and looked back at him. "It's hot today... I wanted to be comfortable."
"And are you?"
"Not right now..."
His hand inched its way up until he was so close, Scully could feel the cold of his fingers even though he wasn't touching her. She closed her eyes, and gripped the back of the seat tightly.
"How about now?" he asked, reaching forward that little bit more. She couldn't even answer. The feeling of his finger on her slick center only produced the most monosyllabic response.
"Ohhh... God..."
Fox grinned evilly as he started to explore. Scully shifted in her seat, undulating her hips against his hand, hoping against hope that he'd touch her where she wanted to be touched so badly at that moment. But he wouldn't. Every time she got close to moving on him, he'd draw back.
Dana whimpered. "Mulder... please..."
Strangely enough, he complied on her first request and started to massage her gently. Scully's head fell back and her mouth open. Her hips continued to move, creating as much friction as possible. "Ohh... yes... Mulder..."
Fox grinned, watching the odd person in cars passing them looking at his partner wondering what the hell was with her. He pressed his thumb against her, causing her to cry out softly and rubbed her with as much pressure as he could.
Scully writhed in her seat. "Ah... God... Mulder... ahhhhhh..."
Oh, she was there. He knew she was there. That's exactly why he stopped.
Fox pulled his hand from her skirt. "Okay, that's it. I'm done," he said, licking his fingers.
Scully's head snapped forward and her eyes flew open, her mouth expelling an unintelligible groan of frustration.
"What's the matter, Scully? Cat got your tongue?" Mulder grinned and drummed his hand on the steering wheel.
Dana whimpered and tipped over, curling into a ball on the sticky seat. She briefly considered putting herself out of her misery right there in front of him, but quickly rationalized the thought away. Mulder set his hand on her hip, gently rubbing the curve of her ass. She lifted her head to glare at him, but he just smiled at her.
Bastard.
"Mulder, please don't. I can't take anymore."
He stuck out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, "But Dana, we're just getting started..."
Scully felt the car slow and turn off the main road. She sat up and surveyed the scene before her. A crowded beach. Complete with toddlers and fat men with hairy backs.
She sighed. Now she had to deal with Mulder in his swimming trunks. It hadn't been that long ago that she had made him get rid of the Speedo... God, it was a horrid piece of clothing.
Mulder pulled the boat of a car into the parking lot, coming to a stop. He looked over at her once the ignition was off.
"Are you speaking to me yet?" he asked, trying not to smile.
No answer.
Fox watched her silently until he'd had enough. "Well," he started. "Your suit's in the bag on the back seat. The change rooms are right in front of you, and the beach is to your left... I'll see you out there." Mulder leapt out of the car and hurried to the change rooms.
Dana remained, as did her angry expression. The seabreeze against her skin and the sounds already coming from the sand weren't entirely unappealing... And she really did want to spend the time with her partner...
Scully was out of the car in a flash.
She snatched the overnight bag from the back seat and swiftly made her way to the changing rooms. Dana emerged a few minutes later, gratefully clad in a simple one-piece, navy bathing suit. She squinted as she surveyed the beach for Mulder, spotting him near a large tree just off the main drag. Scully tromped through the sand, delighting in the feel of sand between her toes. It had been so long...Scully smiled.
Mulder spotted her from a distance, noting the small smile that played on her lips as she approached. God, she looked beautiful. He anxiously smoothed the blanket he had spread out for them and laid back on his elbows, crossing his ankles. Mulder looked down the length of his body, checking his trunks for any noticeable signs of his distraction.
"Down, boy," he chided himself as she approached.
Scully dropped the overnight bag next to the blanket and looked down at him, hand on her hip.
"Are you still mad at me?" he asked, puffing out his lower lip at her.
She stared at him, her expression one of complete insensitivity. They played the standoff for a good two minutes before Mulder began to worry. Dana lowered herself next to him and looked out over the horizon. "Mulder," she said. "I don't think there's anything you could do that could make up for what you did in that car."
Fox smiled slyly and leaned over towards her. He placed a hand on her thigh. "I bet there is."
Scully turned and looked at him. "Mulder, you think that after, what was probably going to be one of the best orgasms in my life was interrupted by your petty pranks, I'd feel like starting all over again?"
Mulder leaned in even further, his lips lightly brushing her earlobe. His tongue slid out and traced a line around it. "You mean, you don't?"
Scully tried to mask the shudder that ran through her body. This was unbelievable. Not fifteen minutes ago, she was denied what she had wanted, perhaps even needed, and now...Now, she was right back where she started.
She mentally shook herself. Uh-uh, she thought. No way. This time, we play by my rules.
"Lie down, Mulder," she said.
Fox stopped suddenly, shocked to hear her voice. Nevertheless, he smiled and did as he was told, lying on his back and looking up at her.
Scully rolled her eyes. "No, no," she said. "On your stomach."
Frowning, the man turned over. "What are you doing?"
Dana grinned and took the sunblock out of the overnight bag. "You haven't been protected, Mulder."
Mulder chuckled. "You've got me on the wrong side for that, Scully."
Dana shook her head and lifted her left knee, moving over her partner.
Mulder grunted softly as she settled her weight on his ass, pressing him into the sand. Scully ran the heel of her hand up his spine, relaxing him considerably. Her hands were cool against his skin as she circled his shoulder blades and returned her palm to the small of his back. There was a long pause before Mulder heard her shake the bottle of sunblock. He geared up to feel her massaging the lotion into his skin and shifted in anticipation.
Scully grinned down at him as he fidgeted and took her time. Shaking the bottle once more she turned it upside down and squirted a cold line of lotion up his spine. Mulder's back curved away from the line of impact and pushed himself up on his arms, yelping. Scully reached back and grabbed his calves to keep from being thrown off.
"Good God, woman!"
Scully laughed as he cocked his head to glare at her. Mulder growled and set his head back down on his arms, grumbling and shaking his head.
"Oh stop it, Mulder," she told him. "Don't be such a baby."
He didn't say anything more, opting for the silent treatment. He felt her weight shift on him slightly, liking the pressure, but trying not to let on.
Scully reached down and spread the lotion around. Her hands pushed their way along his back; up toward his neck, then circling back down again. She concentrated on the way his muscles moved under the pressure of her hands and how she could feel his breath slowing.
Scully grinned. Exactly what she wanted. She massaged the lotion in slowly, watching his reaction to her touches. Slowly, but surely, she could feel him shift slightly. A little bit to the left, a little to the right. But what really made her smile was when she felt his hips lift, move slightly, then settle down again, only to be moved again in another few minutes.
"Comfortable, Mulder?" Scully asked with a smirk.
Mulder grunted. "I've been better," he replied.
Scully watched her hands work as she nonchalantly pressed his hips into the ground.
He groaned. "Dana," he said. "That's not a smart idea."
"No?"
Her hands stilled on his shoulder blades as she leaned forward. Mulder turned his head to the side so he could at least see a bit of her through peripheral vision. Her lips were excruciatingly close to his ear and his breathing sped up slightly. He shuddered when she took his earlobe into her mouth. She suckled it gently, scraping her teeth along it every once and a while.
"Mulder," she breathed. Her hands moved down his arms to his elbows and back again. "Did you know that the human body reacts so much to the touch, that I could bring you to orgasm, just by touching you like this?"
Mulder's eyes closed, trying not to think about the great discomfort he was having in his trunks. Scully had begun to rock back and forth as she rubbed his shoulders and the pressure was driving him crazy. Now she had stilled, her bare knees gently squeezing his sides as her hips kept steady, even pressure on his, pinning him to the ground. Her hands brushed the undersides of his arms as she covered them with her own. Scully pressed her face into his neck and applied more pressure to his hips causing him to crane his neck almost painfully and moan. She laved and nipped at the straining muscles of his throat as his fingers dug deep into the sand.
Dana trailed a line of kisses back to his earlobe, her tongue flicking out to tease him. "Roll over," she whispered, before she straightened and raised up on her knees. Mulder's eyes flew open as her weight lifted and darted helplessly from seashell to wayward scrap of garbage. She patted him on the ass, "Come on, flip over."
Mulder dropped his head to his arms again, shaking it back and forth, mumbling.
"What was that, Mulder?"
He raised his head. "I said, I can't. You know I can't, Dana."
Scully grinned down at her partner's back. "Sure you can. I have faith." She surveyed the surrounding area. Nobody had paid them any attention. Perfect. She nudged him again and leaned forward. "I have faith in *all* of you..."
The tone of her voice sent shivers down his spine. This is the time to do it, Mulder m'boy, he thought. Without a second thought, Fox shifted to the left and turned himself over. He found himself staring right into his partner's eyes, even though she was still raised above him.
She glanced down and smiled slyly. "Mulder, can't you keep reign on that thing?" she asked. "It's such a spectacle."
"You wanted me to turn over."
Without warning, Dana lowered herself onto him with a little extra pressure. Mulder groaned loudly as she squeezed his erection between them. He shifted his hips, evoking a little gasp from Scully.
"I guess I'm at as much of a vantage point as you are..."
Mulder smiled. "Oh no," he replied. With a yelp, Scully found herself under her partner, his hips still pressed firmly into hers. "*Now* I'm at a vantage point." With a little shove, Dana moaned, her eyes closing.
"Mulder..." He continued. "We can't - ahh... do this - mm... here. We're on a - oh God... beach..."
Mulder grinned. "You want me to stop?"
"Oh, God, no..." Scully opened her eyes and looked around the beach. The swimmers and bathers were all minding their own business. None seemed to have noticed the two partners, or if they did, they didn't care.
"Hey..." he put his hand under her cheek and turned her face to look at his. "Don't worry about them...Watch me." They locked eyes as Fox continued to push himself into the vee of her legs.
Scully watched and he sucked in his bottom lip and fought to keep his eyes open as he moved against her. Her eyes fluttered helplessly, too transfixed on his expression to let them slip shut. His eyes bore into hers as she sucked in a sharp breath and whimpered. The friction between his trunks and her swimsuit was maddening as was the barrier they provided. Scully sunk her hands into the sand behind her head and squeezed the grains as her body reacted to his thrusts.
Mulder lifted his chin and arched into the thrust, his face contorting, eyes finally slipping shut. She knew that look, he was right on the edge. She would be too, if she could just... Scully lifted her hips and thrust into his. There it was. She reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his face down to hers.
"Please tell me this isn't just another dream in my hotel room... If it is, I don't wanna wake up."
Scully closed her eyes in anticipation, his breath tickling her lips. Just as his bottom lip brushed hers a resounding *THWUNK* vibrated through his body. Scully's eyes flew open as Mulder jerked away and yelped in pain. "OW! Shit! God dammit!" Mulder grabbed his head and crumpled to the right of Scully.
END OF PART THREE