From: heathers@customcpu.com (Bouwens, Heather) Subject: Carpe Felis Mortuus (1/6) ***NC-17*** Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 09:28:35 -0900 Carpe Felis Mortuus By Heathers & Nickers (Nicole van Dam) Heathers@customcpu.com & lone_jaguar@geocities.com October 1997 Archiving: Feel free to archive wherever you like as long as our names and introduction stay attached. Classification: SRH Content Warning: MSR - If you don't like it, don't read it. And if you do read it, don't come whining to us. Rating: NC-17...Like you actually thought something innocent could come from the meeting of two terribly perverted and preoccupied minds? Spoilers: Heh. Yeah, right. Summary: How far would Mulder & Scully go for a little nookie? Disclaimer: Fox Mulder belongs to Chris Carter... Dana Scully belongs to Heathers and I-- TWHAP! Ow!... Okay... So she belongs to Chris Carter, too... But they sure as hell wouldn't be doin' this on the show... ... I imagine they'd get a whooooooole new audience with this stuff... Disclaimer...Dos: No animals were injured in the making of this fic... Unless you include Mulder and Scully... But seriously folks, Nic & I both have cats and we do not promote violence against animals in any way. So be nice and don't flame us...Nic might go all pyro on me again and that's not a good scene. I am still trying to grow my eyebrows back from the last time. Authors Notes: *ahem*... It has been about a month since this fic was started... Heathers and I have worked tirelessly on the great meaningful and profound morals withheld in it... Now, we offer it to you, The Reader. Do not scoff, do not mock.... Yes, Nic and Heathers *can* write meaningful and profound script.... ... You just won't find it here. This is 265.98% SMUT.... Take it, read it, enjoooooooy it... Dedication: This one goes out to Mitzi...Yeah, you SMUTless wonder, you...This one's for you! Consider it an early 'I-went-without-SMUT-for-sixty-days-and-lived-to-tell-it-about-it' present. Just do me one favor...Don't have an Ol' Roy attack when you read it, I'd hate to see our friendship end like that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Carpe Felis Mortuus by Nickers & Heathers October 1997 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Special Agent Dana Scully paused outside the conference room door; her hand on the knob. It had been hard to pull herself out of her freshly made hotel bed that morning. After all, for the past six months, she had been waking up beside another warm body that belonged to her partner. Her lifelong partner now. This seminar tour was starting to get to her. She hadn't seen Mulder in a week and not only was she getting a little anxious, she was also suffering a little from sexual frustration. A little? No, she amended, she was suffering a lot. She had gotten used to letting off steam with her partner after a stressful day, and quite frankly, Dana Scully was stressed out. Her cool facade was growing tired and she needed for things to heat up. Unfortunately, she was in New York and Mulder...Well, Mulder wasn't. Mulder, in fact, was a good 260 miles away. Probably sitting in his apartment, watching his videos to release the stress he was most likely be feeling as well. It was at times like these that she almost acquired enough gumption to walk into one of those stores to buy one. Or even rent. It took all her willpower the night previous just to reach out and turn the TV off before "Nights of the Californian Goddesses" started. No, she wouldn't take up her lover's hobby just yet, she'd wait it out. Only two more days, she reasoned with herself. You can make it, Dana. And then...Well, she wouldn't think about 'then' just yet. She had a monograph to present and there was no way in hell she could think about acetycholine production rates in recidivist offenders if her mind was concocting new deviant ways to blow Mulder's mind...Or... Dana, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Dead cats, dead cats, dead cats, dead cats... Anything to get her mind off... that subject. Sighing, Dana opened the door to a sea of people of all ages from 19 to 55. God, it was going to be hard, but as long as she cold keep her mind on task, maybe she could give Mulder a call. Walking to the podium at the front of the room, Scully turned and looked at the crowd. 'Picture them in their underwear' flashed through her head. She smiled faintly until she thought about... Dead cats, dead cats, dead cats... Dead cats with their eyes taken out leaving only the empty, bloody crevices to try and decipher what color the tiny animal's eyes were when it was alive... Dana straightened. Ah, yes... there it is. Scully cleared her throat and fumbled with her notes. She began slowly, explaining the fundamentals of synaptic responses, just as she had practiced a hundred times in her hotel room the night before...She was going to make it. Yes, the cats had saved her once again. Piece of cake. She worked her way through her note cards and transparencies confidently and finally opened the floor to questions. She just felt it was the thing to do, the question period. Most of the time, it was the old professors from the 1900's who wanted to obliterate all new science because of the risk of some kind of disaster. And that was exactly what had happened. He first questions were from melodramatics, biophysicists and behavioral scientists. Dana spied a long hand at the back of the room. "Sir?" she asked. "Dr. Scully, do you believe that it's plausible that the increase of acetycholine in the bloodstream could, in fact, be a catalyst to the relapse of the criminal's previous obsessions?" He stood slowly, his lanky frame rising above a sea of bald heads. Scully shuffled her note cards from front to back and then front again, faltering when she heard his voice. Mulder. She inhaled sharply, then attempted to cover the gasp with a cough. His mouth quirked into that 'I've been a baaaaaaad boy' smile as he waited for her response. Dana swallowed, trying to gather her now scattered thoughts. This was way beyond the dead cat thing... "The... ah... increase? Did you say?" Fox nodded with a smile. "Ah, yes... Yes, I do believe so. If you, ah, recall my point earlier about the, ah... acetycholine production and the excitatory effect it causes, you would, ha-have had the answer to your question." Her heart pounded. Oh God, she thought. 'Excitatory effect'? Oh yes. She glanced at Mulder who was still standing. He is mine. He nodded, as if silently affirming her claim and then continued. "But Doctor Scully, wouldn't you say that the heightened sensitivity in these nerve endings is chiefly responsible for the magnified pleasure the offender experiences when committing the crime?" He's beating a dead ... cat. People were starting to gawk, looking from Mulder's self-satisfied grin to Scully's stupefied expression. "I... would... believe so--" "Do you think that in conclusion, your monograph may just explain why many criminals, primarily murderers, do what they do for the specified reason of experiencing a heightened sexual arousal? Even to the point of orgasm?" The crowd of scientists started to whisper to each other. Scully's breath came in shallow gasps and she wasn't sure if she could finish this without drawing incredible attention toward her. "I'm afraid my time here has expired for the day, sir." Scully started to gather her things. "Perhaps we can discuss this tomorrow." Or if you give me five minutes, I can give you a hands-on demonstration on just what heightened synaptic responses are all about, she thought to herself. Test *that* theory, Mulder. The crowd had stood and were milling about, no doubt discussing the implications of the orgasmic response in criminals. What she wouldn't give for one or two or three of those responses right about now. Her hands were shaking and she tried to slow down, not wanting to draw anymore attention to her frustrated self. She grabbed the pile of folders and turned on her heels, attempting to move from the spotlight and off the stage. Mulder watched his partner leave the auditorium in haste and left via the back door to meet her in the hall. Scully closed the door to the conference room. Taking a few breaths to calm herself, she closed her eyes and waited for her beating heart to slow down a bit. Deciding she was ready to make her way to her room before looking for Mulder, Dana pushed herself from the closed door. The appearance of her partner was more than a surprise. Fox turned in front of her to block her way and planted his hands on either side of her head. "You look a little flustered, Scully." Scully's neatly packed folders fell to the tiled floor of the hallway, but she made no effort to pick them up. Her heart, surprise, surprise, was back at 2 beats a second as she stared up at Mulder. Mulder leaned in closer to his partner, leaving his hands where they were, and lightly kissed his way along her jawline from her chin to her ear. Scully whimpered softly and tilted her head back slightly, momentarily forgetting where she was. "You smell so good, Dana," Mulder said, his comment muffled by her hair. The sensation of Fox's tongue behind her ear caused her to gasp... a little louder than she wanted to. "Mulder..." she breathed, hands flat against the wall, fingernails threatening to rip the paneling from the sheetrock. "I've missed you," he whispered into her ear before tracing the whirls with his tongue. "Did you miss me?" he nipped at her earlobe and tugged it softly with his teeth. "O-oh yeah..." Mulder ducked his head and played with the neckline of her blouse. His eyes darted from his hand to her face as he trailed a finger across her collar bones. "You wanna get out of here?" Scully shuddered. "My room--" "I was actually thinking sand and sun." Scully closed her eyes briefly. "Sand and sun?" she repeated. "Mulder, I think I'm more interested in sheets and skin. And they're much closer than the beach." Mulder traced her necklace up and down her chest. "I thought you always liked the ocean." Scully groaned. "I do, I do, I... oh god, okay." She didn't want to, or rather couldn't argue with him right now. He had her right in the palm of his hand and he knew it. "Let's go... but let's make it fast before something drastic happens in this hallway." Scully exhaled and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to collect herself. She almost had it together when Mulder whispered, "But Doctor Scully, sometimes drastic can be fuuuuuun..." He slid down her body and crouched at her feet, gathering the papers scattered there. His fingers brushed hers as she took the files and she shivered. Damn him. NofairNofairNofair! Her inner child was throwing a serious temper tantrum. Mulder grinned and began to caress her ankles. She just looked down at him awestruck. Mischief had a name, and his name was Mulder. His hands tickled the backs of her legs as he stood. She almost collapsed when his fingertips crossed over the soft flesh behind her knees. Dear God, Dana Scully swooned. Mulder couldn't believe it. She planted her feet, leaned hard against the wall, and braced her hands on his shoulders to keep from toppling over. Her eyes went like saucers as Mulder got that 'naughty little boy' look and slipped his hands under her skirt. "Mulder." It was a warning and a plea. He cocked his head and wet his lips as his hands stopped on the backs of her thighs. He squeezed lightly and then withdrew, standing in front of her, once again. Scully quickly ran a hand through her hair. "Ah... yeah, thanks." Mulder smiled and waited for his partner to lead the way down the hall. Before walking in front of him, Scully took a deep breath so as not to direct any attention to herself. However, once she started down the hall, she could see they already had. "Mulder... If I didn't want you so badly, I'd kill you." The two of them walked down the hall with practiced perfection. Head up, don't look at anyone directly. Rounding the corner, the partners stopped in front of the elevator. Scully pushed the 'up' button and they waited silently, their hands to themselves. When the elevator finally came, two men walked out and the agents walked in. Dana pushed the button for her floor and once she turned to face Mulder, he swiftly moved toward her and pressed her against the car wall. "If I don't taste you right now, I think I'm going to kill someone." As if on queue, the elevator doors opened and they jumped apart. Mulder looked at his shoes and Scully smiled briefly at the group of convention attendees as they entered the elevator car. Apparently there was a shortage of elevator cars, because the people just kept piling in and the car was rapidly reaching maximum capacity. Mulder backed into the corner to allow more room, and Scully discreetly took a step back. "So which one of them gets it?" Scully whispered over her shoulder. "Who gets it, Scully?" Mulder whispered back. He reached his hand around her, slipping it under the lapel of her jacket. Dana gasped as she felt his hand curve around her. "You do, Dana... You get it." Scully shuddered and looked around the elevator to see if anyone heard her. No one had and she relaxed slightly. That, of course, encouraged Mulder to continue. He touched his cheek to hers. "You know what'd be really sexy?" His hand explored her torso slowly. Scully shook her head. "If I made you come right now, with all these people in here." Scully moaned, an honest to goodness moan, in public, no less. Will wonders never cease, Mulder thought as he continued to taunt her. His thumb swept across her nipple and she bit her lip. The crowd hadn't heard her the first time, and she wasn't about to push her luck. "You like that, Dana?" Mulder's breath was hot against her ear. She nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Mulder this time. "I didn't hear you," he whispered again. "Yes," she answered through clenched teeth. Mulder flicked his thumb across her other nipple and the earth shook. Well, not the earth, the elevator. The car lurched sending Scully stumbling back against Mulder. Mulder hit the wall with an "oof" and Scully's back went flush with his chest. Her ass also collided with something mighty unyielding and very warm. Mulder grunted at the pressure against his just-hardening erection and clutched at Scully, causing her to moan again. This time, however, others heard her. A few middle-aged business men turned around like they were hearing some kind of mating call they knew instinctually, but hadn't heard in years. Scully swallowed, feeling her cheeks flush and started to stand again. Mulder did the same, watching and almost seeing the tiny rivulets of drool coming from the men's mouths. "I'm just helping her up," he explained, reluctantly and very painfully extracting his hand from inside her jacket. Dana gasped softly at the difference in temperature and straightened her jacket. She cleared her throat. "Yes," she agreed. The business men turned back around, some ignoring them and some muttering obscenities of why their wives and girlfriends didn't do that. Scully sighed relief and could feel her partner do the same, the both of them seeing the doors open and a few men walk out. There was only a moment, however, between the doors closing and Dana feeling the air rush out of her lungs again. Mulder snaked his hands around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, holding her against him. "You realize, of course, if we keep being interrupted, I really am going to kill someone." Scully shifted her hips back against him, "Well, Mulder... If that's the way you're going to do it... please... please... kill me..." "O-oh! You're gonna get it," he whispered, stilling her hips. She tipped her head back and smiled against his ear, "I'm counting on it, Mulder." Her smile quickly faded when she felt him pop open the bottom button of her blouse and slip his hand beneath the silky fabric. Her eyes darted around the still-crowded elevator car as the cool skin of his hand brushed the fevered flesh of her stomach. She twitched and he grinned. Scully casually opened a file and held it low enough to disguise Mulder's roving hand. She feigned interest in the file as his fingers drew circles across her belly, toying with her belly button before venturing north. Dana whimpered softly and tried to prevent her eyes from closing. This was insane. There were five other business men and women in the elevator along with them, and here she was, completely aroused and practically eating out of her partner's hand. "Mulder," she whispered. He continued, his fingers moving gently over her midriff. "Mulder..." He leaned forward, pressing himself against her. "What is it?" Fox remained the explorer, his hand moving over her belly button again. Scully gasped when she felt his fingers wedge themselves between her skin and the waist band of her skirt. "We... can't do this here." "Au contraire," he whispered in reply. "We can do anything anywhere." He leaned into her, closing his lips around her earlobe. "But if I told anyone what I had planned, I'd be banned in a few southern states." "Oh, God..." Mulder's free hand silently tugged at her skirt's zipper. She nearly dropped her files again when his hand dipped lower. "Shhhh...You wouldn't want to disturb our neighbors..." He ran his fingers under her bellybutton and she let out a shuddery breath. "Mulder... I cannot be responsible for my reactions if you continue. Might I remind you that there are five other somewhat self-respecting business people in here who, I'm sure, would rather not hear me have an orgasm not five inches from them." With one hand, Scully stilled her partner's. "I want you, Mulder, I really, *really* do, but I think I'd like my reputation among the rest of the speakers here to remain at the height it is." Scully waited patiently for Mulder's response. "I understand, Scully." Before retracting his hand, Fox smiled and brushed his fingers over her bellybutton again. "But just think what it could be like if you'd just give me a few more seconds..." Then his hand was gone. Dana reconsidered for the shortest of seconds before she convinced herself it was for the best. Turning around to look over her shoulder, she smiled slyly. "I might just ask you the same thing, Agent Mulder..." Her hand brushed his crotch and he bit his lip, stifling a moan. Closing the file, she adeptly refastened her blouse and zipped the side of her skirt. Scully straightened and leaned back against him, pressing all the right spots. "I thought you wanted to stop?" he half whispered, half groaned. "Pay attention, Mulder. This is where things get interesting." Scully slipped her arm behind her back and between their bodies. Mulder jumped as her fingernails raked over his erection, once again. "Scul--" She squeezed and his voice when up an octave, "--leeeeee." Scully raised her eyebrow and looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you were finished." The two partners felt their stomachs shift for a moment and Scully looked up. "This is my floor, Mulder." Mulder groaned and followed her out into the hallway. "Scully, you do realize that soon, I really *won't* be able to control myself?" Dana walked down the hall, adding a little swing to her hips. "That's what I'm counting on, my dear Mulder." END OF PART ONE PART TWO -- SEE PART ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS Dana walked down the hall, adding a little swing to her hips. "That's what I'm counting on, my dear Mulder." Mulder followed close behind, eyes trained on the sway of her hips, nearly mowing her down when she stopped abruptly at the door to her room. He brushed her hair aside, lowering his lips to her neck as she reached into her pocket for the key-card to her room. He nipped at the tender skin behind her ear and Scully sighed, wrestling the card through the slot. BEEP. Red flashing light. Scully pushed on the door. Locked. Mulder snaked his arms around her and continued to trail kisses along the line of her neck. "Hurry..." Scully slid the card through the slot again. BEEP. Red flashing light. Shit. "No, this is *not* happening," Scully whimpered, beating the door for its insubordination. "Why me? Why now?" Scully kicked the door, Mulder remained oblivious, continuing to nibble at her neck. "Dammit Mulder, I can't concentrate when you are doing that." "Do you want me to stop?" He kissed her shoulder, tasting her with his tongue. "No, I just want to get inside..." she sighed. "You and me both, Dana. You and me both." Scully whimpered again. "This is not fair... I just wanna have sex..." Dana threw the card to the floor in frustration. She didn't move for a second and Mulder frowned. "Scully? You okay?" She turned on him suddenly and he stepped back. "Scully?" Dana moved toward him and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. "I can't take anymore of this," she said. Ripping the jacket from his shoulders, Scully advanced further, causing Mulder to trip up and slide down the wall in the hallway. "Uh... Scully?" The redhead reached for his shirt. "No way, Mulder. No more waiting. I'm taking you right here. In the hallway." Fox swallowed. Even through the fright, he was becoming incredibly aroused by her initiative. "Ah.. What about that reputation?" Scully ripped open his shirt and ran her hands over his chest. "Screw my reputation. I want you, and I'm going to take you." She straddled his hips and tossed her hair to her right. Mulder brought his hands to her hips and decided to go along with it. After all, her hands on him were feeling very nice at the moment. The were relatively silent for the most part. That is, until the occupant of the room door they had just been trying to get into opened the door and stopped dead. "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 PART THREE -- SEE PART ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS "N-No," he stuttered. "It's not that...I think we're being pulled over, Scully." "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 PART FOUR -- SEE PART ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS 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 PART FIVE -- SEE PART ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS 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 PART SIX -- SEE PART ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS "No, Mulder," she started again, "My shoulder, Mulder, my shoulder." "Oh, shit, sorry," he offered apologetically. "Hold on." Mulder slowly pushed himself off her, each partner groaning at the loss of heat and the rapid introduction of frigid water. Scully touched her fingers to his chest, just in case he slipped, she didn't want 200 pounds of Mulder to fall on her... Again. Fox lifted his left leg from one side of her hips and moved carefully to his right. Scully was equally cautious of moving and they were both doing fine until Mulder lifted his left hand from beside her head. His eyes went wide as he teetered and fumbled for control on the slick surface. His legs flailed ineffectually, his feet squeaking as they lost their grip. Mulder howled as his left foot connected with the hood ornament; a sickening crack signaled its departure from the bonnet, rocketing the metal emblem across the garage, and landing with a clink on the concrete floor. The whole car shook as Mulder's hip crashed against the soapy hood. Dana jerked at impact, but was more shocked than surprised when her lover slipped off the car altogether. She heard a soft thud on the wet concrete and scrambled to the edge of the hood, carefully enough, that she didn't fall over with him. Mulder opened his eyes just as Scully's head swam into view and he looked up at her. Dana watched him intently, trying to assess any damage. They said nothing to each other; the hiss from the hose the only audio. Dana unconsciously pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, trying to prevent any emotion but worry slip from her features. If it hadn't been for the goofy grin that spread across Mulder's face, too, she would have been able to pull it off. The look in his eye commenced hysteria and the two partners exploded in laughter. "Leave it to you," Scully said, watching Mulder push himself to his feet. "To bathe in the moment." Fox grinned and helped her off the car. "I am Mr. Romance," he replied. Dana bent to pick up the broken hose and pointed it at Mulder. "Time to get clean, Mulder." Her partner yelped at the cold water. "Geez, Scully! Warn me when you're gonna do that!" Scully chuckled and lowered the hose, tossing him his jeans. Mulder caught the soaked mass of jumbled denim and shook them out, attempting to untangle them. He hobbled over to where his trunks had landed and bent down to retrieve them. He straightened with a groan, hand on his lower back. "I think I really busted my ass good this time, Scully." Dana walked to his side and picked her shorts off the floor, pulling them over her legs and hips. "Let me see..." She walked behind him and set her hands on his hips, studying the already discoloring flesh. "You are lucky you didn't break your hip. You know what that would have meant." Mulder groaned at the prospect of body casts, traction and no sex for months. "I don't even want to think about that," he said covering her hands with his own. "Let me take a closer look-see..." He felt her grip change slightly as she squatted behind him. Scully lowered her mouth to kiss his bruise softly, her tongue caressing the contusion, gently nipping with her teeth as she pulled away. "You'll live," she said simply. Mulder stuck out his bottom lip. "I think I might need a full examination..." Dana straightened and smirked at him. "Oh, I'll be sure to," she replied. "A *full* body cavity search..." "Stop it, Scully... You're making me anxious." "I know." With a smile, Scully turned on her heel, heading for the car. "Come on. Let's get back to the hotel." Mulder grinned and watched her walk away from him, savoring the view. He pulled on his jeans, stood straight and frowned, noticing a stain of red on her left shoulder. He frowned and stepped forward swiftly, grabbing her right shoulder. Scully gasped in surprise as he pulled her back against him. She turned her head to the side, eyeing him as his head lowered to her shoulder. Her eyes slipped shut as his lips touched her cooled skin. She felt a sting of pain flow through her shoulder as he kissed the cut just beside her shoulder blade and sucked a breath through her teeth. Fox lifted his mouth from her. "Sorry," he whispered. "No..." She shook her head, her eyes still closed, telling him it was okay. Mulder leaned forward again and kissed around the cut which still bled lethargically. His hands held her shoulders gently, keeping her on her feet. His tongue came out slowly and dragged it softly over the wound. Dana jerked again, but he continued. The cut was fairly deep, but it wouldn't need much medical attention. Nothing more than a Band-Aid and some peroxide. Scully moaned softly as his tongue ran over the cut again, cleaning the blood from it. She found it incredibly arousing that he would actually think of cleaning a wound for her with his... oh, his tongue. She sucked in a breath as Mulder pulled his tongue past the cut and nibbled her shoulder. Her skin was tangy; and intoxicating mix of blood, sweat, and sex. God, he could taste the zest of their lovemaking seeping from her pores. It was never enough, with each swipe of his tongue, he wanted more. Hotel. Back to the hotel. Mulder kissed the cut one last time, his mouth regretfully parting with the delicate skin of her shoulder. Leaning forward, he took Scully's ear into his mouth, sucking gently before pulling away. Dana moaned at the loss of his heat and looked back at him. "I think it'd be beneficial if we left this place. It's having a strange affect on me." She turned around and leaned into him, forcing his arms around her. "All the more reason to move in." Mulder kissed her forehead, holding her close. "Your shoulder okay? I'm sorry." Dana hummed into his chest, shifting her shoulder slightly. "It's okay." She kissed his skin softly. "There'll be a nice bruise there, though." "We could always sue the car dealership." Scully looked up at him. "Oh yeah... 'Excuse me, I cut my shoulder on your car's windshield wiper while I was having sex on the hood. You think we could be reimbursed for the trauma?'" Mulder chuckled. "That does sound a little strange, doesn't it?" He pushed lightly on his partner, starting them to the car again. Reaching around her, he opened the car door and she stepped inside. Mulder closed the door gently and walked around the front of the car, bending over only momentarily as he picked up the hood ornament. He slipped into the car, putting the ornament in his partner's hands. Dana looked at the metal Cadillac symbol in her hands and glanced back at her partner. "What's this for?" Fox put the key into the ignition. The rumble of the engine vibrated throughout the wash stall as Mulder pulled the car out of the garage. He pulled out onto the road and accelerated smoothly. "Mulder?" Scully asked again. He looked over at the woman next to him who held up the ornament. He smiled and reached his arm around her, offering her to scoot over. She did just that, even though her question still hadn't been answered. Mulder held her gently, his other hand on the wheel. Leaning down slightly, he kissed the top of her head. "It's a souvenir, my dear Dana. I'm going to put it on my desk." "What a momento," she said dryly. "Well I would shellac that hose, but I'm afraid of its implications if I hung it in the office..." He smirked at her. "Just remember, Mulder--" "Dead cats, Scully, I know. Those damn dead cats..." THE END C'mon, drop us a note...Hit reply and make our day. We can't feed each other's egos forever, y'know. Heathers@customcpu.com & lone_jaguar@geocities.com