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."
Deciding he'd be better off agreeing with her, Mulder hopped over the car door and into the driver's seat. It was just a matter of slipping the key into the ignition and pulling the car not ten meters to the carwash stall. The large red convertible stopped in the concrete enclosure, just about and inch of it sticking out the door.
Fox put the car in park and stared at the wall in front of him. He heard Scully lean closer to him, but thought he'd keep his eyes forward. Scully put a hand on the back of the seat and the other on his thigh as she moved as close as she could without touching him.
Mulder shuddered, feeling her warm breath on his face. He could almost hear her tongue as it wet her lips.
"We're going to wash this car like you've never washed one before in your life."
His heart leapt into his throat, his mouth drying. Her voice was so smooth, he thought he'd-- Oh, God, he thought, feeling himself grow. Here we go again...
Dana smiled slyly, noting how his hips shifted. Her right hand traveled from his thigh up to his belt, feeling him hold his breath.
"This is it, Mulder," she told him softly. "We finish this now."
He swallowed. Control, man... Do you really want to do this here? "Uh... Scully..."
Bending forward slightly, Scully kissed his chin lightly. He closed his eyes, tilting his head without realizing it.
"Scully..."
"Mmhmm?"
He shifted his head, trying to pull away from her. "The car."
"Mmm, yeah... Comfy, isn't it?"
Mulder shifted again. "Scully..."
She didn't listen. It was only until she moved to his belt buckle and started to pull at it. He grabbed her hand and looked at her. Dana was surprised more than anything and watched him with dark eyes.
"Let's wait until the hotel room."
He was having a very difficult time holding onto his resolve, looking into her eyes.
"Mulder..."
"Twenty minutes, Scully. That's all."
Dana raised her eyebrow. "Please, tell me you're kidding."
Mulder paused. "Oh, God, no... I meant the car."
Scully chewed on her bottom lip as she mulled over the possibilities, pinning him with her gaze. He licked his lips nervously waiting for her to make the first move. He couldn't risk the contact her hand would make if he moved and he didn't dare hope what that hand would do if he didn't move...Soon.
Scully moved.
Closer.
Oh, shit.
Her right leg swung over his lap and her hips pushed down. And the crowd went wild. Mulder ears rung as his face flushed with arousal as she pushed her point home.
"Twenty minutes..." her hips undulated against his. "Or you're mine..." she nibbled on his chin. "Wet and naked on the hood of this hideous car."
"Oooooh..." was all he could manage as she thrust her hips into his one last time, kicking the car door open and slipping quietly away.
Mulder's head fell back against the car seat.
"You coming?" she asked.
Mulder stifled a laugh. "I would have been."
Dana grinned. "Now, think of what a great incentive that is."
He groaned and dragged himself from the car. Scully moved toward the hose as he mustered his energy to start washing. Mulder leaned against the car, a hand over his face. This was taking way too much energy than should have be necessary. Any longer and he'd start to seriously consider taking up the life of a monk.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!
He heard the familiar hiss a millisecond before he felt it. A blast of ice cold water hit him full face and he staggered back a few steps. Mulder clapped a hand over his face and wiped the moisture away as best he could. His eyes flew open and locked on his diminutive partner wielding the water hose, a devious smirk accentuating her features.
"Nineteen minutes, Mulder. Get that beautiful ass of yours in gear."
Scully tapped the trigger with her finger in warning, getting into the slave driver role a little too easily, Mulder thought. He scrunched his face at her as he reached for the soap hose. Satisfied as she could be without an life-defining orgasm, Scully began to hose down the car. Mulder regarded her carefully, still dripping from her last attack and tested his trigger.
SSSSST
SSSSST
*GLOP*
Mulder choked out a laugh as Scully swiped the undignified glob of suds from her chin. He clamped a hand over his mouth, trying not break into a full on guffaw as she looked down at her bubble-ridden tank top. The white tank top was no longer such a barrier to his roving eyes. Blessedly see-through, Mulder grinned. She lifted her eyes from her chest and raised her hose, expression blank.
Oh, shit.
Without word, without expression, Scully pulled the trigger calmly, soaking her partner once again. He had tried to get the soap going again, but he only succeeded in spraying the hood once she hit him. He yelped and pushed his hands out trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to block the steady stream of water assaulting him. He had to get the hose away from her. Fox started forward, his arms outstretched, advancing on his partner.
Dana sprayed him relentlessly. She noted, quite delightedly, that he was soaked to the bone. Smiling broadly, she moved the nozzle down, to where he wasn't blocking, and sprayed him fully on the legs. Much to her surprise, however, Mulder took this opportunity to rush forward and grab the hose. Scully shrieked as he turned the hose onto her, hitting her face squarely.
Mulder watched her with a smirk as she pushed the hose away. Once the water had stopped obscuring his view, Mulder realized just what I view he had... His heart skipped a beat at the sight. The little-girl look his partner wore. The one, he imagined, she wore after being denied a ride into the woods with her brothers. One of defiance. His eyes fell slightly.
Oh, but she had anything but a little-girl figure. Her wet tank top left *very* little to the imagination, her slight curves making him ache in his jeans again. And having that article of clothing wet, did not help at all. He lifted his eyes to her face again, only to find her watching him in the same manner. Except she had the pleasure of having her partner shirtless. Oh, the urge was too much to even consider continuing the fight. Raising a tentative hand, Scully touched her finger tips to his chest, feeling them slip at the contact with water.
That was it. Mulder sucked in a quick breath. He dropped the hose, the metal clinking as it hit the concrete floor. His hands found their way to her waist and lifted her from the floor. In one swift movement, he placed her onto the slippery hood of the car and leaned into her.
"This isn't funny anymore," he whispered, grabbing her hips and pulling them into his. She groaned softly. "I want you, Dana. Here and now."
She closed her eyes, the sound of his voice and the pressure between her legs almost too much. "Mulder..." she said softly, opening her eyes. He gazed at her. "Kiss me..."
Bringing his hands to her face, he moved closer to her. They watched each other silently for what seemed like an eternity. Then in an instant, he crushed his lips to hers. She welcomed it. In fact, her mouth opened for him immediately and Mulder took the invitation to push his tongue inside. Dana's arms found their way around him, pulling herself up closer to him. She could taste the water from the hose slipping between their mouths, thankful for a cooling mechanism, as futile as it may have been.
Their tongues fought inside each other's mouths. There was no room for playing. This was out of necessity. Pure necessity. Scully's hands grabbed Mulder's shoulders from behind, trying to pull herself up to him, loving the warm contrast of skin to the cool water. She arched slightly as she felt his hand travel from her jaw to her lower back and grunted as he pulled her against him roughly. Without moving his mouth, Mulder climbed up onto the hood with his partner, lifting and moving her under him.
The car dipped under their weight as he moved them to the windshield. Scully reached for his jeans and started on the buttons, noting how her hands shook. It was hard enough doing it without looking. Mulder's lips moved to her neck, licking off the droplets of water as she pushed his jeans from his hips. She groaned.
"Mulder..."
He nibbled the skin around her ear. "What?"
She touched his bare hip. "Help..."
Fox glanced down between them, seeing the problem. He slid off the hood, quickly ridding himself of his jeans and trunks, letting them fall in a wet heap to the concrete floor. He grinned as he moved onto the hood again, and reached for the button on her shorts.
"You seem to be at a little advantage here..."
Dana grinned. "Mulder... I'm always at an advantage."
"Ya think?" he smirked back at her as he yanked her zipper down, laying his palm on the soft swell of her stomach. "Hmm, I guess I'm just going to have to do something about that, then..."
He lowered his head to her stomach, capturing the hem of her soaked tank top with his teeth. Guiding the fabric high enough to reveal her navel, he released it and turned his attention to the cool, goose pimpled flesh before him. His lips brushed the soft flap of skin above her bellybutton, nipping, as his hand continued to rub soothing circles across her abdomen. His lips covered the cleft, sucking, his tongue dipping to taste the water that pooled in the tiny crevice.
"Mulder, please..." her hand found the back of his neck, softly squeezing, urging. Her middle finger drew circles at the base of his neck making him shiver, his lips stilling against her belly. "I appreciate the gesture but-- Oooh..." Mulder's fingers wove through her curls and pressed against her center.
He rested his chin on her sternum, watching her expression change as he moved his fingers. "But what, Dana?"
"I...Um..." she licked her lips, head tipping back as her eyes slipped shut. "Ahh...Oh God, Mulderrrrr..." her hips undulating against his hand shamelessly. She gripped his shoulder, her fingers mimicking his tempo.
Mulder used his free hand to pull the shorts from her hips, Scully kicking them from the tangle of her legs impatiently. He slid up the soapy hood with ease until he was laying next to her, his erection pressing against her bare hip. He trailed a line of wet kisses across her shoulder, nipping and tasting the skin that he had been denied for too long. Fox pushed himself against her hip more insistently, his fingers still stroking and circling the fire between her thighs.
Licking the tender spot behind her earlobe he whispered, "Do you know how much I've missed you...like this?" She whimpered, shifting against him. He suckled her earlobe, nipping and laving the tender skin. "How much I've missed the noises you make when I touch you like this?" He smoothed the wisps of wet hair from her forehead "The look on your face...God, Dana...Do you know how much I love to look at your face when I make love to you?"
"Muuuuuuuulderrrrr..." she moaned, burying her face in his neck.
He smiled. "Aw, don't hide now," he said softly. Mulder lifted his hand from her, hearing her groan in dissatisfaction. He moved over her, bracing either hand on the windshield behind her. She looked up at him, the dark blue of her eyes boring deep into his. "God, you *are* beautiful..."
Scully stared up at him and without saying a word, grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down to her. She kissed him wildly, running her fingers through his soaked hair. The hose on the floor continued to run, misting the entire garage. Mulder moaned and reached down to guide himself into her. This waiting thing was becoming way too much and it was even more difficult because she wouldn't let him go to look. When he finally managed to find her blindly, he pushed himself into her, causing her mouth to tear away from his. She gasped, closing her eyes and tipping her head back.
Mulder leaned over and kissed her cheek. They stayed there momentarily, relishing the feeling they had been denied for so long. Taking a deep breath, Fox pulled back slowly, hearing the woman under him moan softly.
"Mulder..."
Oh, he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for very long. One look at the expression on his partner's face, a look of ecstasy, of a woman on the edge, and he knew it. He pushed into her again, loving the feeling, the perfect slick friction that was hers and hers alone. He moaned quietly, closing his eyes. Moments later, his pace increased without him even realizing. It just happened.
Scully moaned again, wrapping her legs around him. God. He needed more leverage. Glancing up, Mulder eyed the edge of the windshield. He slowed his hips and raised his arms to grip the rubber-edged glass. Bending forward, Fox rested his forehead against Scully's. He started again slowly, feeling her slip against the hood.
The car was covered with water and suds and with every thrust Mulder pushed her further up the slick metal of the hood. A windshield wiper scraped Dana's shoulder as he pushed into her again. She groaned, knowing it had cut into her, but not wanting to disrupt the task at hand. With one arm draped over his neck, she used the other to reach back and grab onto the windshield, her hand clutching desperately to Mulder's, fingers twining. Her thighs tightened around his waist and her heels dug into his ass as she moved her hips against his, riding him as best she could.
"Oh, God, Dana..." he choked out as she instinctually flexed around him.
The cool, wet fabric of her tank top pressed against his chest, her nipples insistent and tempting. Bracing himself with one arm, forearm flush against the windshield, Fox moved his free hand between their bodies. Dana shivered as it glided over her stomach, underneath the soaked material, and claimed her left breast. His mouth descended upon hers once again, stealing her moan before it could form. His tongue tangled with hers, thrusting as frantically as his hips.
She arched sharply as the first shot of pleasure surged through her. Any moment now, and she'd be tumbling over the edge, completely and utterly out of control. Her moan vibrated through Mulder's lips as her body pressed against him and he knew she was ready. He moved his hand from her shirt and reached for the edge of the windshield again, his hips' cadence increasing.
"Oh... God... Mulder..." Scully's head fell back, moving her hands to his upper arms. She felt the muscles in his arms tense as she flexed around him again and pulled herself up to him. "Mulder..." she managed to say.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her, not slowing in the slightest. His eyes were almost black, the sweat from his pores mixing unnoticeably with the fine mist from the water hose lying on the concrete floor. Dana smiled as best she could and pulled herself up so her lips almost touched his ear.
"Watch me."
His heart rate increased ten fold as she lowered herself to the wet hood. He groaned as his hips pounded against hers, the water making it hard for him to keep a firm hold the top of the windshield. Mulder strained to keep his eyes open, to oblige to her request as the pressure in his stomach rose to its peak.
Scully moaned, her eyes closing momentarily as she felt herself slip over the precipice. She forced her eyes open, the bright blue of her eyes falling faster into the sensation.
"Mulde-- aahhhh... Gooooooooood... Mulder.... yesssss...."
The intense gaze caused Mulder to topple over the edge with her, his right hand swiftly coming to her lower back to support her. His hips smacked against her, vaguely registering the continuous groan coming from deep within her throat.
"Ah, Dannnaahhhhh!... oh yeah!"
Fox pushed into her relentlessly, riding the waves for as long as he could. His muscles suddenly relaxed and he felt his elbows hit the glass of the windshield. His forehead fell against her shoulder, his chest heaving.
BOOOOOOOOOM!
TINK
TINK
Tinktinktinktinktinktink...
Ssssssssssssssssss...
They started at the explosion and jerked as the cold water began to pour haphazardly over their naked bodies. The ringing in Mulder's ears grew louder and he groggily began to connect the dots. He realized that neither the ringing in his ears nor the torrential July downpour were the result of the sanity-shattering orgasm he'd just experienced, but that of the water hose they had carelessly discarded on the concrete floor, only to burst when the pressure got to be too much. Sounds familiar, Fox thought, smiling against her neck.
Mulder's arm encircled her waist more completely, his hand squeezing her hip as he held her against him. He panted against the soft skin of her throat, alternately kissing and nuzzling, slowly coming back to himself. Scully sighed, her hand skidding over the water and sweat mingling along his spine, up to the back of his head. She smoothed the soft wet wisps against his neck and cooed in his ear. He was aware of her shuddery breath against his cheek and the smooth timbre of her voice, but he couldn't focus on the words. He was keening with it. The cool water raining down on his back, the warmth of her belly pressing against his, and the soft, sweltering heaven that cradled him between her legs.
Slowly her words began to take form and make sense. His name. Over and over and over again. She was murmuring his name, finding no other words to express what she was feeling. Her soft caresses pulling him back to earth.
"Mulder..." she said again, shaking his shoulder.
He shifted slightly, kissing her shoulder, "Shhh...I know, Dana...I know..."
"No, Mulder," she started again, "My shoulder, Mulder, my shoulder."
END OF PART FIVE