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From: FoxNDana2 
Date: 12 Feb 1999 16:08:51 GMT
Subject: NEW!:"One Hour" (1/1),NC-17,MSR


Feb. 5,1999

Title: "One Hour"
E-mail: FoxNDana2@aol.com
Author: Chris C.
Rating:  NC-17/R
Keywords: MSR
Category: Smut and Soap! 
Spoilers: Well, a "pre-post-ep". I know there's a shower scene coming 
up in one of the next few episodes, but I'm not sure which one. I'll  
add the spoiler title once I know it! J  And one small reference to 
the pilot.
Archive: Anywhere!! As long as my info stays attached. Just drop 
me a line and send me an invitation to visit!
Disclaimers: Yeah, we all know who's got 'em, and it ain't ME!!!
Feedback:GOD YES!!! Don't make me beg!
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"Dammit, Diana, I said NO!" Mulder screamed through the protective glass.

"Fox, you don't have a choice! You should have listened to me in the first
place.  I warned you about the contamination factor, but you went anyway and
took HER with you!" Diana spat back.

"This isn't proper procedure and you know it," Mulder hissed at her, a last
attempt to get him and Scully out of this situation.

"*YOU* are quoting proper procedure to *ME*?" Diana made a huffing, laughter
sound. "Since when do you follow proper procedure??" Her anger was growing
steadily, and Mulder was facing the brunt of it. "Besides, since you both
seemed to have no problem getting *contaminated* together, then you shouldn't
have any problem being DECONTAMINATED together!"  

She turned on her heels and began to walk away.  When she reached the outer
chamber and the security door was locked, she turned and spoke into the
microphone that would project her voice into the changing area of the
decontamination unit.

"You have about ten minutes before those chemicals saturate your clothing and
start on your flesh. Remove ALL clothing and put them into the incinerator bin.
When you finish, there will be clean, sterile clothes waiting for you on the
other side of the unit.  You may not leave the shower area until you hear the
buzzer sound, verifying the sterility of the environment.  This should take
forty to forty-five minutes under the spray.  You have exactly one hour
starting-Now."

Diana Fowley was livid.  She knew Mulder would never trust her again.She all
but sent him and Scully right into that death trap. Not that it really mattered
to her anymore.  She hadn't had *real* feelings for Mulder in years.  He was
merely a body that she had enjoyed many times in the past.  Trying to rekindle
the embers of their lost love wasn't on her agenda.  Since Diana's return to
the X-Files, she was following orders from Them.  She was to keep Mulder in
check and work a gorge of mistrust in between the duo.  

Even Diana noticed the sexual tension between Scully and Mulder, from the
moment she walked into their office.  So she deduced that the best way to get
between them was to get Mulder between the sheets, with her.  When all her
attempts failed, Diana had tried to simply send them straight into a physical
nightmare.  The only problem now, was that Mulder knew she was behind it.  The
only thing stopping him from turning her in to their superiors was Mulder's
contempt for the chain of command they were under, and knowing that They would
turn everything around on him and Fowley would remain unscathed. And still in
charge of the X-Files.

She knew that Mulder and Scully could very well go through the decontamination
process separately, but this seemed to be more fun.  She had found that, no
matter what had happened to Mulder and Scully in the past, neither of them
would ever make a move on the other.  Diana decided to use this opportunity to
humiliate Mulder in front of Scully, and vice versa.  If he wouldn't give in to
sleeping with Diana, then she was dead set on making him suffer the humiliating
experience of showering with the one he desired most, but could never have.  It
would be her sweet revenge for being jilted by her ex-lover.

Scully sat, with her gaze on the floor, perched on the edge of the changing
bench in the fore room of the decon-unit.  She had been listening to Mulder and
Fowley argue for the last ten minutes. She'd had an idea of what Fowley was
doing, and knew that there was no chance in hell that they could get out of
this.  So she sat there, trying to figure out how to shower with Mulder and
still keep their dignity intact.  More importantly, she was trying to figure
out how to hide her arousal at the thought of what was about to happen.

Scully had fantasized so many times about this scenario. Mulder. Shower.
Complete privacy.  There was no way that these showers were bugged or had
surveillance cameras.  She was certain of this.  Now she had to spend the next
hour trying to ignore her living fantasy. 

< God, I don't think I can do this! > she thought to herself.

"Dammit! I can't believe she's making us do this!  Scully, I'm sorry I dragged
you along, I should've-"

"Mulder," she interrupted, rubbing her still stinging eyes, "this isn't going
to help.  We both went.  I wasn't held at gunpoint.  It was as much my fault as
yours," she told him in a quiet voice.

Mulder was pacing in the small area, running his hands through his hair in
frustration.  He didn't want to look her in the eye.  His vision was still a
little blurry, but he could see Scully perfectly.  He could see her perfectly
even when she wasn't around.  He knew that looking at her face now, knowing
that he'd be standing naked with her for the next hour, would make his 'little
problem' into a 'bigger problem.'  Mulder slumped down next to Scully on the
bench, still averting his eyes, wondering how he was going to hide his imminent
arousal.

"So..." he began, but was unable to think of what to say next.

"So," Scully echoed.

They sat there in silence for what seemed to be an eternity, which actually
took only a few seconds. Their eyes were still inspecting the tiles at their
feet.

Scully knew she had to think about this rationally, with clinical detachment.
They were just bodies, nothing she hadn't seen a thousand times before. Just
hair and skin. Just bodies cleansing their skin. Just water and soap. And skin.
Mulder-wet-.skin-
chest...wet-soapy-glistening-slick-shoulders-back-ass...

< Oh shit! > she thought as she dropped her head further, resting her chin on
her chest.  She decided to just dive in and try to ignore the tingling feeling
arising low in her stomach.  She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with
air, and courage.  She stood and spun to face Mulder, expelling her strength
and courage into her next words.

"Look Mulder, lets just do this and get it over with.  The longer we sit here
the worse it's going to be.  We're both adults, and it's not like we haven't
seen a naked body before."  She was beginning to ramble.  She knew it.  But it
was either that or have to face her fantasy dead on.

Taking a quick glimpse in Mulder's direction, Scully summoned all of her
strength, turned around, and began to undo the buttons of her jacket.  She slid
it down her arms, catching it on her fingertips.  She tossed the jacket behind
her, and began to loosen her belt.  

Unknowingly, her jacket landed in Mulder's hands.

He'd been trying to think of this situation the way Scully had said.  Mulder
had just leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, with his hands
clasped together. He was trying to think of anything that would turn him off
for the next hour, but nothing was working.  He lifted his head to say
something, when he caught sight of Scully's jacket sliding from her back.  Then
before he could peel his eyes away, it landed right in his outstretched hands. 
He could smell her perfume.  It didn't help his predicament.  

Still staring at the backside of his partner, he watched as she slipped her
belt from her pants in one slow, agonizingly sexy tug.  She let it drop at her
feet, then kicked of her shoes.  Scully hesitated briefly, then began to slowly
undo the buttons on her blouse.  One more pause, then she slid it down her
arms, the same as she'd done with her jacket.  Again, she caught the garment
with her fingertips.  Instead of tossing it behind her, Scully brought it in
front of her, and folded it in half, in front of her chest.

Mulder had been unable to look away from the sight in front of him.  When he
saw Scully pause after taking her blouse off, he forced himself to stand and
turnaround.  He didn't want her to catch him ogling her as she did her little
striptease.  He laid her jacket on the bench they had occupied.  Mulder took a
deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to mimic Scully's routine.  He removed
his jacket, placing it on top of hers. He chuckled a little as he thought of
how he wished they were both still in those jackets and in that position. 
Mulder was undoing his tie when he heard Scully.

"What?" he asked her.

"I said 'what's so funny?' " she wanted to know.

"Oh, uh, I was just thinking that I'm glad I didn't really like this suit that
much anyway," he told her with a grin, proud of himself for coming up with a
lie so quickly.  He kicked his shoes off and pulled each sock off, laying them
on top of the jackets.

"Oh, yeah.  I didn't care for that tie too much myself," Scully said teasingly.
 

At least the mood was lightening up a bit. Mulder pulled off his shirt, adding
it to their growing pile, and began to tug his belt off. Scully had tosses her
own shirt and belt in the lot.  They continued to toss chides back and forth,
keeping their minds occupied.  

"You know that suit of yours isn't to flattering either Scully," he said as he
slipped his pants off and stepped out of them.

"Are you trying to tell me something Mulder?" she said in mock anger.  Scully
let her pants fall to the floor.  She pulled her pantyhose down and stepped out
of both of them at the same time.  She bent to pick them up.

"I mean I know I gained a little weight sitting behind a desk doing background
checks, but I didn't think I looked that-" she turned to throw her pants toward
the pile and caught sight of Mulder standing there in nothing but his boxers.
Black. Silk. Boxers.  "-bad," she managed to finish.

Mulder heard her pause and turned to see what was wrong.  As he did, he opened
his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.  He just stood there with his mouth
hanging open, gazing at the beautiful, slim form of his partner.  Wearing only
a thin, white satin bra and matching tiny panties.  Finally he found his tongue
and said the first thing that popped into his mind.

"Your right, you don't look that bad. Not at all."  His voice had grown low and
husky.  Not exactly what he was planning, but he was having trouble keeping
control of his voice, among other parts of his anatomy.

Before Scully could reply, Mulder grabbed their pile of clothes and stepped
through the door adjoining the fore-room to the small area containing the
incinerator chute.  He shoved the garments through the small opening and
quickly shed his boxers.

Scully stood for a moment, staring at the space Mulder had just occupied.  She
blinked a couple of times and turned, slowly walking into the next chamber. 
She came through the door just in time to see Mulder toss his boxers down the
chute, and walk, bare-assed, away from her into the shower area.  She was
extremely glad he didn't look back because her jaw had actually dropped at the
sight before her.  She had to physically shake her head to break up the barrage
of images long enough for her to shed her last two remaining articles and send
them on their final farewell. 

Scully paused, only briefly, at the door, knowing her ten minutes were almost
up.  She could hear the water running as she took a deep, steadying breath and
stepped into the shower area.

She had to give Mulder a little credit.  He was facing away from the entry
door, trying to give them both a little dignity in this uncomfortable
situation.

There were three jets emitting a steady hard spray of de-ionized water.  Two
came from the side walls of the narrow shower, the third from the back wall,
about two feet from the flat exit door.  Mulder was standing under the third. 
Scully stepped under the stream of the jet to Mulder's left.  There was a small
caddy in the corner between them containing all the cleansing agents they would
need.  They were close enough to feel the spray bouncing off each other's
bodies.

"Hey partner.  Lovely day for a shower isn't it," he quipped.

"Yes it is," she answered.  Under her breath she added, "I just wish it were
under different circumstances."

"Oh really?" he said in a suggestive tone.  "What 'different circumstances'
would that be Agent Scully?"

< Shit! I didn't mean for that to come out that loud > she chided herself.  <
What now Miss Brilliance?? Ah, screw it! How many times am I going to get to
shower with Mulder anyway? > 

"I, uh, was just thinking that anytime I envisioned us showering together, I
imagined it to be under more-pleasant circumstances," she said, hesitating
slightly between the last two words.

Mulder was loving every minute of this.

"So Scully," he said matter-of-factly," how many times have you envisioned this
scenario?  You know, just a ball park figure."
He reached for the shampoo, poured some into his hand, and held the bottle
behind him, nudging Scully's arm for her to take it.

"Oh come on, Mulder.  We've been partners for over six years.  I've spent more
nights sleeping next to you in cars, planes, buses and in side by side motel
rooms, than I have with just about any man I've ever dated.  You can't possibly
tell me that that thought hasn't crept into your mind once or twice can you?"

Since Scully dared to admit this little nugget of information to him, Mulder
felt inclined to answer her with the truth, this time.

"Well, yeah, maybe once or twice," he said quietly. 

OK it was almost the truth.  A half-truth.  The thought HAD crept into his
mind.  But it was more like once or twice a day.  They both fell silent for a
few moments, taking time to rinse their hair and figure out what to say next. 
They reached towards the caddy at the same time, each grabbing a scrubbing body
sponge and stealing a glance at the other.  The silence continued for a few
minutes as they each lathered up their sponge and began washing.

As Scully ran the slick material slowly over her body, she couldn't help but
think about Mulder.  All those times, in all those motel showers, with Mulder
just a few feet away on the other side of the wall.  All those times she'd run
her soapy hands over her body, imaging they were Mulder's hands, sliding down
over her breasts, down over her stomach, down, down-
She let out a barely audible "Mmm."

"Scully?" Mulder asked with a hint of concern.

"Yeah?" she said dreamily, still submerged in her own little fantasy world.

Mulder gathered from her tone that she was in no danger of passing out, which
was his first thought.  It took him only another moment to realize what must be
going through Scully's mind.  About a half a second later, another part of his
body had the same realization.  He was used to getting hard-ons around Scully,
and he may not have been as conscious of this one, save for the fact he had
been washing the appendage in question constantly for the last several minutes.
 Finally a thought popped in his head.

"Scully, would you mind," he paused, "washing my back for me?  Just to be
thorough?" 

Scully felt as if an electric current had just passed through her body.  She
started to decline adamantly, but she couldn't resist the thought of touching
Mulder in a shower.

"Well, I suppose not, just to be thorough," she echoed.

"Thanks.  I'm ready whenever you are," he said.

Mulder reached behind him, handing his sponge to Scully, then placed both hands
in front of him, flat on the wall, with the water spraying his chest.

< Oh, my, God > Scully thought as she took a long, hard look at Mulder naked,
wet body in front of her.  She ran her tongue over her lips, then began to
slide the sponge along Mulder's back with firm strokes.  She used both hands to
scrub the flesh of her partner, one hand holding the sponge, the other reveling
in the feel of his hot, soapy skin.  Her nails raked over his back a few times,
causing a low rumble to come from Mulder's throat.  Despite the fact that she
was soaking wet, Scully could feel the moisture pooling between her legs with
every moan that escaped his lips.

Her movements had slowed to more of a caress.  She even let her fingers run
down his sides, like the guys in college used to do to her during a back
massage.  She grinned at the memory of the their fingertips coming around her
sides just enough to graze the sides of her breasts.  Reluctantly, Scully
withdrew her hands.

"All done," she told him.

She turned her back to him so he could turn and rinse off.  She reached for her
sponge, which she placed back on the caddy, and felt Mulder's hand cover hers. 
He took it from the caddy and stood directly behind her.  She could feel the
tip of his erection brush against her back.  He leaned forward and softly spoke
in her ear.

"Your turn," he said in a velvet whisper.  

Scully stepped slightly to the side to avoid getting sprayed in the face. 
Slowly she closed her eyes and placed her hands on the wall in front of her. 
Mulder rinsed out the sponge and applied more soap.  He began to rub little
circle patterns over Scully's back.  Slow and firm.  He worked up a good lather
and tossed the sponge aside.  He used both hands to wash and massage her back,
raking his nails across her flesh a few times, as she had done to him.  He
rubbed her neck, down her shoulders, her arms, back up.  His hands were large
enough to span across her back and allow his fingertips to roam around and down
her sides.  His thumbs took turns caressing the tattoo on her lower back.  Then
he let his hands smooth along the beginning of the swell below the snake.

She had begun to moan, and that was having a profound effect on Mulder.  As if
his dick wasn't hard enough, those sounds she was making under his touch
resonated through his body, making it twitch in Scully's direction.  She gasped
suddenly and tensed as it struck against her.  But she quickly relaxed into the
caressing hands she had longed for, for too many years.  Just then, Mulder
slipped his hands around her waist, and began to trace small circles on her
stomach.  Scully began to tingle everywhere he was touching her.

"Mulder?"  she questioned, with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Knowing she was getting a little nervous, he whispered in her ear, "Do you want
me to stop?"  His words were laced with concern, love, passion, and desire.  

To her surprise, and his, Scully answered, "No."

He bent his head down, kissing her on the side of her neck.  Scully leaned her
head to one side, giving him better access and permission to continue.  She
removed her hands from the wall and placed them on top of Mulder's.  He pulled
her closer and she leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder.  She still
kept her eyes closed as she enjoyed her fantasy.   She entwined her fingers
with his, moving them together flat against her stomach.

Scully pulled one hand free and started caressing Mulder's arm before reaching
up and behind her to run her fingers through his hair.  Mulder slid his free
hand down, threading his fingers in and out of her mound of curls.  Scully took
in a quick breath and felt herself quiver.  She had touched herself there many
times before, but the hands of a new lover performing the same deed always made
her quiver with anticipation.  

As Mulder continued to suck and nip at her neck, he slid one soap slicked
finger between her folds.  He stroked her there several times, then let it sing
into her wet depths.  He stopped moving his finger, just to revel in the silky
feel of her walls as she tensed and contracted them around his digit.  He was
still rubbing circles on her stomach, her hand atop his.  Mulder began to mock
those circles within Scully.  Her breath was coming quicker now.  It had been
so long since she'd been with a man, let alone one she had been fantasizing
about for years.

Mulder withdrew his finger, now slick with her juices, and began to slowly and
steadily circle it around her clit.  Scully's knees buckled slightly, but
Mulder's grasp tightened on her stomach, steadying her.

"I got you," he whispered into her neck.

She was so close to release already.  She took both of her hands and snaked
them around to massage Mulder's ass.  Scully arched her back and he pressed his
erection against her ass.  He began rubbing up and down against her.

Mulder sped up his motions and moved his other hand to caress her breasts.  He
began to knead them and squeeze her hardened nipples.  The sensations had
totally taken hold of her and Scully began to groan aloud.  She relaxed
herself, letting the beginning waves of her eminent climax wash over her.

"Oh Mulder," she said softly.

He sped his actions, faster and faster.  Biting and sucking on the soft flesh
of her neck.  Squeezing her breasts.  Manipulating her clit.  Rubbing his dick
in between her ass cheeks.  Her breathing was hard, coming faster and faster.

"Oh God," she began to whisper.  "Oh God, oh yes," over and over.

She arched even more as the first bolt of ecstasy slammed through her body. 
Mulder held her tight, slowing his movements to almost non-existent as he rode
out the waves with her.  Scully opened her eyes, barely able to focus, still
breathing hard. 

She spun quickly in his arms, facing him for the first time since they unrobed
in the fore-room.  Her eyes were half closed and clouded with passion.  Mulder
took one look in her blue eyes and leaned down, placing one soft kiss upon her
lips.  He pulled back, only long enough to gaze one more time into the eyes of
his partner.  He moved with the speed of a panther and attacked her eager mouth
with his own.  They moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues tangled
together tasting as much of the other as possible.  They let their hands roam
wildly and freely, seeking out flesh that was denied to them until now.

Mulder couldn't wait any longer.  In one swift move, he reached his hands under
Scully's ass and lifted her into the air and up against the wall.  He hesitated
only a moment, then immersed himself in her.  She felt like hot honey around
his engorged erection.  As he did with his finger, he paused briefly to revel
in the feel of being inside his Scully, finally.  He looked over her body as he
held her there.  Her legs wrapped around him.  The mark of passion he left on
her neck.  Her arms encircling his neck.  Her fingers grasping locks of his
hair.  Her breasts mere inches from his face.  This was heaven.

He began to pump into her furiously as he took one of her breast into his
mouth, ravaging her.  Sucking and biting at the soft flesh, nipping her erect
nipples, then licking them to sooth away the exquisite torture.  Scully bent
her head down and started biting softly on his ear.  She ran her tongue around
the shell, then dove into the center.  She sucked his lobe into her mouth,
scraping it with her teeth.

"Scully," he said after releasing her breast from his mouth, "oh, Scully, you
feel so good."

She raked her nails across his scalp, sending sparks resonating through
Mulder's body.  Her breathing had started coming in short hard gasps as her
body clenched around him.  Mulder's breathing was matching hers now.  She was
on the edge again, ready to fall with Mulder.  He was there too, and with three
more thrusts he carried them both to the other side of oblivion.  White hot
flashes coursed through Scully's body as reality exploded behind her lids into
thousands of shards of light.  Mulder moaned her name as he spilled his hot
fluid into her, her spasms milking his every drop.

They lay their heads on each other's shoulders as their consciousness drifted
back to earth.  Mulder withdrew himself from Scully and set her down gently. 
She slid down his body, placing her feet on the floor, but remaining in his
embrace.  She looked up at him, her arms around his neck, his around her waist.
 A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, causing Mulder to question her
this time.

"What's so funny?"

"After all we've been through over the past six years, it took toxic chemicals
for you to make a move on me."

"Well if I'd known it would be like this, I'd have let a few mosquito bites be
the thing that moved me to jump you," he said teasingly.

He leaned down to kiss her, but was interrupted by a loud, shrill noise.

"Oh shit!" they said in unison.

"I almost forgot why we were in here," Mulder said, then stole a quick kiss.

They took a minute to wash their bodies off and quickly rinse.  They shut the
nozzles off and stepped out into the final chamber of the decon-unit.  They
toweled off, stealing sidelong glances at each other, and donned the awaiting
clothes that had been retrieved from the bags in their trunk and left for them.
 As they were about to walk out, Mulder saw the mark he left on Scully's neck.

"Scully wait."

"What Mulder? What's wrong?" she said as she ran her fingers through her hair. 


He grabbed two of the smaller towels and draped one around her neck, over her
shoulders.

"Oh, right," she said, feeling her cheeks flush.

Mulder placed the other towel around his shoulders in the same manner, grinning
at her like a cat that ate the canary.

"Ready partner?" he said.

"As I'll ever be," she answered, not really wanting to leave their haven.

"Maybe I should send Diana a thank you note," he teased her.

"Mulder you do and I'll put a matching scar on your other shoulder," she told
him with a slight grin on her face.

"Ooh, Scully," he said, then whispered in her ear, "I like it when you talk
rough like that."

"Mul-derrr," she said with mock warning.

He just winked at her and ran his fingers through his own still wet hair.  They
both took a deep breath and Mulder opened the last door, sending them back out
into the real world.  Their faces now wore a practiced look of embarrassment,
annoyance, and hatred as they passed the window separating them from Diana and
the others.  They marched quickly down the hallway and out of the building.

< Serves them right > Diana thought to herself.  < They'll never be able to
look each other in the eyes again.  That ought to put a big hole in their
communication.  They'll be at each other's throats in no time. >

Diana turned and left the room with a smug grin pasted on her face.


~~~~FINIS~~~~

Chris C.
:::Are you sure it wasn't a girly scream?:::
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