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.
"Hey Mister!" a young boys voice permeated the fog.
Mulder continued the line of expletives as both his and Scully's arousal levels practically vaporized. Despite her frustration, Scully began to laugh; a full-on guffaw. The sight of Mulder with an outrageous hard-on, clutching his head while a little kid yelled at him, was just too much for her to handle.
Mulder glared at her as he turned toward the young boy.
"Can you throw back my Frisbee?!" the boy called out.
Fox grumbled, not only at the boy, but at his partner who was finding the situation *way* too funny for his own comfort. He wrenched the plastic Frisbee from under his ass and hurled it as hard as he could...
... Into the ocean.
He smirked in satisfaction and looked at the kid who in turn looked at him.
"You asshole!"
Mulder squinted and gritted his teeth. The boy instantly went wide-eyed, taking a step back. Fox jerked forward in mock attack and the kid hauled ass in the opposite direction.
"Little shit," he growled.
Scully buried her face in the blanket, laughing harder as Mulder turned to her. "And you..." he said, his tone menacing. "What's so funny?"
Dana raised her head to look at him, trying not to smile. She shook her head and started to giggle again. "Its...this. Its just not going to happen, is it?"
Mulder nodded slowly, "Oh, yes it is..." he leaned towards her. "And its going to be the best sex we've ever had. Mind blowing won't even begin to describe it, Dana..."
Scully grinned at him, "Promise?" Her hand found his thigh, slipping underneath the fabric of his trunks.
Mulder licked his lips, "Uh huh..." he continued to nod. "But not here..." Mulder motioned with his head at the irate looking mother making her way towards them.
"Oh shit," Dana jumped up and pulled Mulder to his feet. Her eyes darted to his crotch. "Do something about that, will ya?"
"I thought that was your job?" he grinned, pulling his jeans from the bag.
She rolled her eyes at him as she yanked the blanket off beach, balled it up, and stuffed it into the overnight bag. He hopped into his jeans as she took off towards the car. "Better get a move on, Mulder. I think she wants blood," she said, indicating the matron of madness making her way towards him.
Mulder took one last glance in the woman's direction and jogged off to catch up to Scully. He vaulted over the door and landed in the driver's seat, almost taking out his partner in the process. Glancing back one last time, Fox slid the key into the ignition and turned the car on. Scully watched the mother start to run after them as her partner gunned the engine, lurching the car forward. In that moment, hysteria took her over again. Her head fell back against the seat and she laughed to the point that she started to cry.
Fox grinned and looked over at her. She looked so sexy when she laughed. He couldn't believe that he was riding down a highway, a beautiful sky overhead, a beautiful woman at his side, in a beautiful ca--
Mulder frowned as he looked at the floor beneath his feet. It was covered in sand. All the sand he and Scully hadn't had the chance to clean off.
"Ah... Scully?"
Dana looked over to her partner, her smile still lingering. "What?"
Mulder smiled sheepishly. "We're gonna need to go to a carwash or something. They'll never let us return the car like this."
Scully looked at the floor and the seats covered with sand. She scrunched her forehead and cocked her head. "Mulder, what kind of rental place makes you wash your own car?"
"Um, the same kind of place that rents dilapidated Cadillacs, complete with fuzzy dice," Mulder poked the dice with his finger for effect and smiled at her.
"Of course..." Scully shifted, sand scraping her skin. "Why does sand have to be so grainy?" she asked pointlessly. Mulder looked at her and laughed. "Its not funny. I swear, I am going to be finding sand in the recesses of my body for the next three months."
"I'd be happy to help with that. Give me an hour and there'll be no sand in sight..." Mulder waggled his eyebrows at her.
She smiled in spite of herself and peered into the back seat. "I need to get out of this suit." She bent over the back seat and pulled the balled up blanket from the bag, spraying sand everywhere.
Mulder glanced over at his partner and was suddenly transfixed. Scully rummaged around the back seat with the bag that contained her clothes, her knees planted on the front seat. Her body bent perfectly over the back of the front seat, her ass curved beautifully inside the bathing suit. Fox was suddenly having a *very* hard time watching the road. Scully grunted and stretched even further over the seat, toes pointing with effort as she reached deeper into the bag.
She straightened suddenly and plopped back down on the seat next to him. "I give up," she said with a sigh.
"What?"
"I can't find my bra," she said simply. Mulder tried not to smile, but lost the battle quickly. "You would be happy about that, wouldn't you?" He looked as if he were going to speak and she held up her hand, "Wait, don't answer that." She shook out the tank top and shorts she rescued from the overnight bag and checked their surroundings. "I'm going to change."
"Where?"
"Right here, right now. Watch the road, Tarzan."
Mulder just about choked when she said that. Of course, his first reaction was to look at her, like she would have been able to undress that quickly. He couldn't believe her. In the car?! He glanced again, this time, her hands moved to the straps of her bathing suit.
Fox looked ahead quickly. Yep. She was. He swallowed.
Shit.
Mulder glanced over at her, sliding the suit down her chest... Oh, God... Mulder could feel himself hardening *yet* again. For crying out loud, his partner was changing right beside him! In a car! And Scully was oblivious to the entire thing. He could've sworn she knew what she was doing to him.
Her hands creeping under the straps over her shoulders... pulling one down at a time... her cream-colored skin being revealed inch, by excruciatingly painful inch. Mulder had a hard time keeping relative control of the car so Scully didn't think he was looking at her. Which she didn't. She just kept at undressing herself.
He swallowed again and closed his eyes briefly, summoning some control. He turned his head toward her again. It was like he was a kid again, seeing that electric train in the toy shop window and not being able to take his eyes off it.
Scully tossed her hair back, making her partner look away for a moment, trying to remember where he was and what he was doing. But, god... Her hair fell almost between her shoulder blades, the wind from the convertible taking it into the air. Dana slowly pushed the suit down her slender body, her thumbs hooked under the spandex and her fingers spread wide to either side of her.
Mulder licked his lips, feeling his throat dry as she arched her back slightly, her breasts pointing skyward. His eyes flicked to the road, then back to the flat expanse of her stomach, stretching languidly and pushing her suit to her hips.
Good God.
She was beautiful.
If only... he could just touch her... No. That would be bad. Then he'd be forced to stop the car and... well... stop the car.
Mulder looked back at his partner, hoping against hope that he'd get another look at her. Unfortunately, he looked just in time to see he slip the white tank top over her head, simultaneously, covering herself.
Dana glanced over to her partner and grinned. "Nice view, Mulder?"
He swallowed. "God, yeah..."
Scully just smiled, hooked her thumbs under the material bunched at her waist and lifted her hips, arching off the seat. Mulder wet his lips again, still not believing that his somewhat demure partner had gone all exhibitionist on him. She threw the balled up suit into the back seat and shook out her shorts again. Mulder's eyes darted from the road to her navel, to the road back to her navel, to the road to ... oh dear God ... to the thatch of hair between her legs. He didn't know if he'd ever seen anything more inviting in his life, but he seriously doubted it.
The car swerved to the right as she slipped her shorts over her hips, successfully causing her to lose her balance and smack into Mulder's side. She straightened and looked up at him, his expression a mixture of sly amusement and bewilderment.
She smirked and shook her head. "You're going to get us killed if you keep that up, Mulder."
"I can keep it up for as long as it takes, Scully."
"I'm counting on it," she said, reaching down to zip her shorts.
He grabbed her wrist, smiling at her when she gave him a questioning look. "I kind of like the view..."
"I'm afraid the scenery is going to be obscured until you find us a suitable look out point, so to speak." She shook free of his grip and zipped up her shorts.
"Aw, why you gotta be like that?" he stuck out his bottom lip.
Her eyes flicked from his face, to his crotch, to his face again. "You know, Mulder, you really ought to invest in a leash for that thing."
"No bonds could ever keep the beast at bay," he grinned.
"You'd like to think so, wouldn't you?"
"No thinking to it. It's a fact of life."
"Well, for the sake of my sanity, I am going to put it away." She placed one hand over his bulging swimming trunks and began to button his jeans with the other. Mulder grunted as she did up each button until he was snugly stuffed in his all too constricting button fly jeans. "There," she sighed happily, snuggling into his side.
Mulder shifted uncomfortably. Her proximity was maddening. He tried desperately not to focus on the warmth and softness pressed against his side. All he wanted was her. Alone. Naked. And screaming his name.
He shifted again. This was not working. He doubted anything could make his erection subside at this point, making the need to get her alone even more of a priority.
Mulder put his foot to the floor.
Scully chose not to comment on her partner's desperation. She was quietly suffering too, but he didn't need to know that. Females being the stronger sex and all that. Good in theory, but the practice was trying her patience, not to mention her sanity. She flipped on the radio, desperate for any distraction she could get.
"Let's talk about sex, baby... Let's talk about you and me... Let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that made me... Let's talk about se--"
Click.
Scully glanced nervously at her partner who looked just as frazzled. She turned for another station...
"Let's get physical, physic--"
Click.
Dana coughed lightly...
"I'll get it," she promised and turned the knob again.
"If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, co--"
Click.
"And baby do or die, I'll kiss and rub and satisfy...So lets get to this now...Please don't be shy..."
Click.
"I'm gonna turn you on...You're gonna set me free...I'm gonna make you come..."
Click.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on touch me baby..."
Click.
"... You can do me in the night, you can do me when you want to d--"
Click.
"I want your sex --"
Click.
"I wanna sex you up --"
Click.
"I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat, poor pussy, poor pussy cat..."
Click.
"And now for the 70's track of the day," the DJ started. Scully moved to turn the knob again, but Mulder stopped her.
"It probably won't be anything, Scully," he said. "Don't worry about it."
Deciding he was probably right, Dana leaned back into the seat and relaxed. Until the song came on...
"Push, push, in the bush... Push, push, in the bush... Push, push, in the bush... I like to do the things you like to do... too.... I like to do it, do it... I want to do the things you want to do... too... So baby let's get to it... do it."
Scully went wide-eyed and blinked hard. Her hand covered her eyes immediately, groaning. "This is not fair..."
Mulder smirked at her. "Think of it this way, Scully... Imagine what it'll be like when it actually happens."
"I don't want to imagine it, Mulder. I want to *do* it." She groaned again. "Besides, when it does finally happen, I'll probably be too old to think about wasting my time with having sex."
Fox feigned shock. "Dana... Is that what it is to you? Killing time?"
"Mulder... If I don't have sex very, *very* soon, I'll be killing more than just time."
"I'm too young to die, Scully."
"I'm too young to be celibate, Mulder."
The car slowed as Mulder pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned self-serve car wash, the neon sign brightly proclaiming, "Suck N' Blow, Wash N' Go." Pulling alongside the coin-operated vacuuming station, he put the car in park and switched off the ignition. Relieved to no longer be operating heavy machinery under the influence of a heady and exclusive mix of arousal and Scully, he set his forehead on the steering wheel and exhaled.
Dana opened the car door and hopped out. "Come on, Mulder," she said.
"I wish," came his mumbled reply. His forehead remained on the steering wheel until he felt a soft breeze against his ear.
"Your wish is my command..." Scully whispered, causing him to straighten suddenly. Scully laughed as she walked to the wall holding the vacuum and held it out for him. "Hey... You wanna vacuum?"
Mulder shut the door of the car, leaning on the gleaming red metal. He shook his head. "Uh-uh... You do it."
Scully frowned. "No... I mean you *wanna* vacuum."
Mulder grinned. "But I don't, Scully," he replied. "You're probably much better at it than I am."
"I'm sure," she said unconvincingly. She pulled the hose off the wall and walked up to the car. "Fine, I'll do it. But I get the water hose when we wash."
Fox grinned victory and moved to the wall to start the vacuum. The whirring noise drowned out most of his thoughts until he watched his partner bend over the side of the car. He fought to keep control of his legs. Making sure they didn't give out on him.
His eyes traveled down the backs of her thighs, to her calves, to her ankles which lifted when she moved up, trying to reach a spot on the other side of the car without having to go over there. Mulder moved forward, walking slowly toward her. His eyes remained on her backside; a small smile creeping onto his face.
Scully groaned as she reached for the one bit of sand on the passenger's side of the car. If only she was a little taller...
She gasped softly, feeling the two hands on her hips. Smiling, she stood straight, feeling the bulge against her ass increase, as well as the groan behind her. She looked over her shoulder at her partner and grinned.
"Problem?" she asked.
Fox nodded. "Yeah," he replied, pushing his hips into her.
Dana grunted as he pushed her against the car, dropping the hose on the front seat. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him. She closed her eyes and whimpered when his lips touched the spot behind her ear.
"You're driving me crazy," he murmured.
She grabbed the back of his head as he moved to her neck and ground her ass back against him. He moaned and took a piece of her skin between his teeth.
"Oh, Mulder..."
The resolve was slipping. For both of them. Mulder started to suckle the skin he held, relishing in the moan vibrating through his lips. Dana's hands gripped his hair, not being able to do much else and began an undulation against him.
Fox jerked slightly. "Dana..."
"I don't care," she said. "I don't care anymore." She felt his hands slip under the denim of her shorts and she groaned. "The entire Bureau could be watching and I wouldn't care."
Mulder closed his eyes as his hand started over the curls inside his partner's shorts and roughly pulled her back against him, at the same time, pushing his hips forward. He moved them slowly, rubbing her ass and creating the most wonderful feeling of friction.
"Ah... Scully..."
He moved a hand to her stomach, holding her steady as he pressed himself into her. His other hand cupped her gently and she moaned again, feeling his fingers press against her.
"Mulder... oh, God...."
RRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR
The sound of a eighteen wheeler barreling past the abandoned station jolted them out of the moment. Rude awakening didn't even begin to describe it. Mulder jumped backwards tearing his hand from her shorts, as if feigning innocence would even matter at that point. The trucker had gotten a cheap thrill at their expense and kept right on driving. Suddenly, bereft of his warmth and touch, Scully collapsed across the front seat of the car, whimpering and kicking her feet. Mulder wouldn't have believed it if he didn't see it with his own eyes.
His straight-laced partner in work and love was throwing a temper tantrum; legs flailing pointlessly, fists beating the well-worn naugahyde seat, a constant stream of obscenities flowing from her perfect mouth. She was a woman undone and Mulder couldn't believe it. He stood there, hands at his sides, eyes wide, mouth open, watching her vent a tragic case of sexual frustration. Mulder was tempted to join in. Hell, he felt like he crying. At least it would be a release of some sort. She flipped over suddenly, hitting the seat one last time before she went limp and sighed. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a very bewildered Mulder looking down at her.
"Wow," was all he could say, still watching her carefully.
Scully slapped a hand over her face, groaning. Mulder didn't know why he stepped back when she sat up unexpectedly. He wasn't scared of what she would do, was he? She couldn't be that far out of her mind with desire, could she? Wow...Did he do that? A rush of satisfaction and pride surged through his body. Dana Scully was positively beside herself with need. She needed him.
Dana caught his eyes and he read the message loud and clear. "Get your ass in this car and get this car in that carwash."
END OF PART FOUR