From: mimic117@yahoo.com
Date: Sat, 15 May 2004 21:01:41 -0400
Subject: NEW:  Driven Away


Title:  Driven Away

Author:  mimic117

Email:  mimic117@yahoo.com

Rating:  NC-17 baby

Category:  MSR, smut, sequel

Setting:  Smack dab in the middle of the Blown Away/Washed 
Away universe, which means around Season 6 or 7-ish, but no 
spoilers.  You must read both of those in order to understand 
this one!  I'm not kidding.  Just do it.

Summary:  He's driving her crazy.

Archive:  Yes, please.  I'll do Gossamer and Ephemeral myself, 
thanks.

Disclaimer:  Still not mine, still only CC's, but I like to hook 
'em when I get a chance.

Author's Notes:  Due to the high volume of whining for 
SexPig!Mulder from certain people (Mastos!), I've decided to 
create a series of these stories about a determined man who 
wants what he wants when he wants it.  This is the third story in 
the Away series.

Thanks: To Cindy for breakfast hour beta and laughing in the 
right places.  

Feedback:  Is printed out, fawned over and stroked to tatters.
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Driven Away
by mimic117

Nebraska
4:57 PM

The vibrations were driving her crazy.

Scully knew she'd never get any rest at this rate.  Lying down in 
the shady back of their rental car was better than standing on 
the side of the road, but if Mulder didn't quit it, she'd be 
forced to go out into the heat and beat his ass anyway.  

She understood his frustration even if she didn't appreciate his 
method of releasing it.  

They hadn't driven very far from the school before one of the 
tires blew.  When they stopped to check it out, another went flat 
right before their eyes.  Apparently, there had been more glass 
strewn around the parking lot than they'd realized.  One flat 
they would have been able to fix by themselves.  Two meant a 
long wait for an available tow truck.

Mulder was not waiting patiently.

A pause followed by a very loud thump caused the car to rock.  

She sat up and leaned out the open window.  "Mulder, kicking 
the tires is just going to get you a sore foot."  

"It makes me feel better."

"Acting childish makes you feel better?"

"Yes."  He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Pouting isn't going to make the tow truck arrive any faster."  

"It's been hours, Scully.  How long is this gonna take?"

"It'll take as long as it takes.  They need to remove all the 
cars that the tornado tossed onto the highways first.  Then 
they'll come and get us."

"But we can't go anywhere with two flat tires."

"We can't go anywhere, period, if they don't clear the roads 
first."

"I wish they'd hurry up.  It's damned hot out here."  Mulder 
returned to kicking the car's tires.

"You're the one who's allowed to prance around with his shirt 
off.  Be thankful for small mercies, as Renna and her neighbors 
would say."

"You don't *have* to sit inside the car, you know.  It's probably 
hotter in there, even with the windows open." 

"I do if I don't want to burn and peel later."  

Scully shaded her eyes and looked down the length of 
highway.  Wavering heat mirages made it hard to be sure, but it 
looked like there was a vehicle approaching.  It didn't appear 
big enough to be the tow truck, unfortunately.  

The car slowed, then pulled up level with them.  Mulder 
stopped his assault on the tires.

"They probably just want to see if we need help," she said.  
"You go talk to them.  I'll wait here, where it's shadier."

He glared at her before he walked over to the waiting car's 
open passenger window and bent down to talk to the two 
young men in the front seat.  She could hear him explaining 
their situation and thanking them for stopping.  

The bright sunlight glinted off Mulder's sweat-slicked back, 
causing him to glisten whenever he moved.  She tried to tell 
herself that she was only watching him because it was her job 
to cover his back.  She firmly insisted that she wasn't really 
enjoying the sight of his shimmering muscles since she was 
mad at him over almost getting caught in the shower.  Still, she 
had a sudden urge to lick the gleaming crease at the top of his 
bicep...

She startled out of her trance as Mulder suddenly straightened 
up and said, "Sorry, man.  I don't bat for that team."  He bent 
down again and nodded.  "None taken."  He listened.  "No, 
seriously.  I'm flattered, but I can't leave her here alone.  
Still, I appreciate the interest and the offer of help."  He 
listened again.  "Yeah.  You, too."

He straightened again and watched as the car drove off.  

Scully called to him through the open window.  "What did they 
say?"

As he sauntered back to her, he replied, "They offered to take 
me to the next town, but I turned them down."

"Why?  We could have left a note for the tow truck driver and 
gotten out of this heat."

"Actually, they were only interested in taking *me*."

She gave him a puzzled stare until he waggled his eyebrows.  

"Oh.  I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

"Jealous, Scully?"

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.  "I wouldn't 
have cared what you did as long as it got me a ride to 
somewhere with air conditioning and ice water."

"I told you that I'd run the air conditioning in the car 
except -- "

"We're already low on gas.  I know."

With her eyes still closed, Scully reached over and opened the 
door.

"Get in here before you turn into a crispy critter."

"I thought I'd kick the tires some more."

"Over your dead body.  Get in."

She heard his shoes crunch on gravel as he moved closer, so 
she scooted to the other side of the back seat.  The cushions 
creaked and dipped as he sat down.  He slammed the door and 
sighed.

"Now what?" she asked.  

"I'm hungry."

"We ate all the snacks in my purse an hour ago.  How can you 
be hungry already?"

"Kicking tires burns energy."

She cracked one eye open to look at him.

"You know exactly what I'm going to say to that, don't you?"

He sighed and turned to look out the window as she closed her 
eye again.

They'd been at an impasse since they'd left the school.  He 
couldn't see why she didn't understand his recent behavior and 
she couldn't understand why he didn't see her point of view.  
Their current adventure started about fifteen minutes after they 
left the school, which meant they were still a half-hour drive 
from their motel rooms, hot showers and clean clothes.  The 
sweltering day had long since negated the shower they'd taken 
earlier.  At that particular moment, she admitted to herself that 
she'd commit any number of unspeakable acts for an 
immediate change of clothes.  

It took Scully only a few minutes to realize that she should have 
left Mulder outside, kicking the tires or not.  The amount of 
heat radiating from his skin was enough to make the interior of 
the car warmer than it had been.  The slight breeze sneaking 
through the open window couldn't keep up with the blast 
furnace of his sun-drenched body.  His close proximity was 
making her sweat.  

Even worse, it was turning her on.  

She couldn't see him with her eyes closed, but she could smell 
the sun on his skin, like sheets that have hung outside on a hot 
day.  The urge to rub that scent onto her own body was almost 
overwhelming.  She wondered if his skin would be hot under 
her hands, like cupping a mug of coffee.  Would he taste of 
sunshine when she sucked on his nipples?  How about if she 
unbuttoned his jeans and -- 

Questions like that weren't going to get her anywhere except 
frustrated.  There was no way she planned on admitting her 
change of feeling to Mulder.  As far as he knew, she was still 
mad at him.  Let him keep thinking that.  She'd make it up to 
him later, at the motel, where they could indulge in each other 
in private for a change.

The silence lasted for several minutes before Mulder started 
fidgeting.  First she could hear his fingers drumming on the arm 
rest.  Then his knee started bouncing.  He scooted around in 
the seat a couple times, then went back to drumming his 
fingers.  

It was nearly as annoying as the tire-kicking.

"Mulder, can't you sit still?"

He treated it as the rhetorical question it was; both of them 
were well aware that he couldn't sit still for long.  The 
enforced inactivity was probably making him as crazy as his 
nervous jiggling was making her.  Normally, she wouldn't even 
bother to mention it, but since she was supposed to be mad at him, 
she was going to take full advantage of the fact that he'd expect 
her to complain.  She'd put up with a lot from him the last couple 
of days, even if some of it *was* rather pleasurable.  Might as 
well enjoy being able to bitch about it while she had the chance.  
It would have the added advantage of dissipating the low-level 
hum of arousal she was experiencing.

"I'm bored, Scully."

Like she didn't know that.  "So find something to read."

"Everything is back at the motel."

"Isn't there anything in the glove compartment?  The trunk?  
Under the seats?"  

"I'm not sticking my hand under the seats!  And there's nothing 
in the glove compartment other than a map and some condom 
wrappers."

That caused her to open her eyes.

"Condom wrappers?  You been holding out on me, Mulder?"

"They must not have cleaned the car after the last rental.  
Maybe the used condoms ended up down there."

Eww.  "Good thinking."  

Scully closed her eyes again.  The sound of rustling trees and 
sizzling grasshoppers in the field next to the highway was very 
relaxing.  She was just starting to doze when she felt Mulder's 
breath on her neck.  

She held still for a few seconds, letting her senses catalog his 
movements.  

Little puffs of warm air moved up and down the side of her face, 
over her shoulder, down her arm.  She could hear him inhaling 
and exhaling on long, drawn-out breaths, as if he was having 
his lungs examined.  His body shifted slightly as he moved 
back up her arm and snuffled around her ear.  

He was sniffing her.  

Suddenly, she was turned on all over again.  

She wondered what he could smell.  Her sweat, certainly.  The 
chlorine from the school shower, maybe?  He definitely 
wouldn't be able to miss the scent of her arousal if he moved 
lower.  She could feel the damp patch in her panties.  

As much as she hated to, Scully decided to put a stop to his 
explorations before he found out that she wasn't mad at him 
anymore.

"Mulder, quit that."

He did.  "You still mad?"

"Yes."  She put as much conviction into the one word as she 
could.  He knew her every vocal nuance and would be able to 
spot a lie in a second.

He snorted.  "No you're not."

Damn.  Busted.  Bluffing was definitely called for, under the 
circumstances.

"Yes, I am.  Now sit still.  Fidgeting isn't going to make the 
wait any easier."

She sounded pretty convincing, even to herself.  As long as 
she didn't open her eyes, he wouldn't be able to look into them 
and know for sure that she was lying.  All she had to do was 
keep them closed and wait him out.  The tow truck couldn't be 
too much longer.

His warm hand skated up her thigh to the edge of her shorts.  
She repressed a shiver.

"You sure you're still mad at me?"

"Yep."

She felt his lips on her bare shoulder.  One kiss, two, three.  
She ignored him, but she knew he wouldn't be able to miss the 
goosebumps on her arms.

"You're not changing your mind, even a little bit?"

"Nope."  

His hand skirted back down to her knee, tickling along the 
inside edge.  He heaved a gusty sigh.

"Gee.  That's too bad."

Before she could answer, his fingers closed over her nipple, 
right through her tank top, and squeezed.

Scully gasped and sat straight up as her eyes flew open.  
Surprise threw off her balance, which Mulder capitalized on by 
tugging her legs until she toppled backward into the corner, her 
head barely missing the handle as she landed against the door.  
By the time she had her wits about her again, he'd grabbed the 
zipper on her shorts and pulled it down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"  She swatted his 
hand out of the way and zipped back up.

"I've found a way to pass the time."

"Are you out of your mind?  We're on a public road!"

He latched onto the zipper.  "Just how many cars have we 
seen since we've been here?  Three?  Four?  It's not exactly 
the I-95 during rush hour."

He got the zipper open again, then reached toward her feet.  
Her loafers dropped to the floor with twin thunks.  She fumbled 
to close her pants as she fished around with her toes, trying to 
snag her shoes again.  Before she could find them, her shorts 
began to slide down.

He was undressing her!  She made a grab for her waistband, 
but he slid both hands underneath and lifted her ass off the 
seat.  The necessity of hanging onto the cushions caused her 
to lose precious seconds, and Mulder used them to whisk her 
shorts and panties down her legs and off her feet.  

Great.  Bare-ass naked in the back seat of a rental car on the 
side of a road in Nebraska.  Just perfect.

She shot him a glare.  "Mulder!  Give me back my clothes!"  

He tossed them over his shoulder, into the far corner of the 
seat.  "Sorry.  Don't know where they went."  

He folded his long legs and squeezed himself into the small 
floor space between the front and back seats.   When she lifted 
one foot to push herself out of his way, he leaned forward and 
buried his face between her legs.

Her first thought was, "Damn, I love when he does this."  But it 
was her second thought that she voiced.

"Ugh!  Mulder, don't!  I'm all sweaty."

He separated her folds with his tongue and nibbled on the 
sensitive edges.

She tried again.  "I've been wearing the same clothes for two 
days."  

He took her curls in his lips and gently tugged.  

She pushed her hands against his shoulders, but he didn't 
budge.  "I even had to turn my underwear inside out after what 
happened to them last night."  

She planted a foot on his forehead and shoved.  It slipped off 
and ended up in his lap.  "I probably smell bad."

"You smell fantastic," he mumbled.  The truth of his statement 
was evident under her foot where it rested on his crotch.  She 
could feel his penis harden and lengthen as he sucked on her 
clit and rubbed his nose into her pubic hair.  Knowing that she 
excited him even when she was less than shower-fresh wasn't 
helping her self-control at all.

Neither were his hands, which seemed to be everywhere at 
once -- pinching her nipples, rubbing her perineum, and 
plunging long fingers inside her even as she tried to head him 
off.  Her reactions were getting slower and slower as her will to 
resist was burned away by the heat of his touch.

When she'd accused him of being a risk junkie earlier in the 
locker room, Scully knew she'd also been talking about herself.  
The idea that they could be caught at any time by the arrival of 
the tow truck, or just someone stopping to help, was an 
incredible turn-on.  The danger of being discovered like this, 
half naked with Mulder's mouth on her most intimate of places, 
was almost enough to make her come.  It wasn't going to take 
much more and she was sure he could sense it.

He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes.

"I know you're holding back," he said.  One slender digit slid in 
and out of her while his thumb rubbed circles over her pulsing 
bundle of nerves.  "Let it out.  Moan, whimper, scream."  He 
added a second finger.  "Maybe someone driving past will hear 
you.  They might stop to see if you're hurt."  He crooked his 
fingers forward and applied pressure.  "But they'll just find me, 
sitting here with my rock-hard cock ready to burst out of my 
jeans while I make you come with my mouth."  

She watched as he lowered his head back between her thighs, 
never taking his eyes from her face.  He very deliberately 
opened his mouth, took her clit between his teeth, and gently 
bit down.

Scully threw her head back and wailed as her orgasm burned 
through her body.  It shot from Mulder's mouth to the ends of 
her fingertips, up to her breasts, into her brain.  She was aware 
of nothing except his teeth and fingers and tongue as she 
shook and ground herself into his face.  It felt like she was 
never going to stop coming.  

It was probably only a few minutes before she became aware 
of Mulder's tongue laving her overly-sensitive folds, but it 
seemed like it could have been days.  She loved the way he 
always soothed her afterward, using the same mouth and 
hands that had just brought her to screaming ecstasy in a 
different way, to help her recover.  She could feel him now, 
kissing and licking, giving her time to gather herself back 
together.  

Suddenly, through the buzzing in her ears, Scully registered the 
fact that Mulder's tongue had stopped moving.  His head 
popped up and he looked out the back window of the car.

"Shit!  Scully, get dressed.  The tow truck just pulled in behind 
us."

There's nothing like a sudden dump of adrenaline into your 
system to counteract the hazy afterglow of an orgasm, she 
thought as she groped around for her clothes.  She found her 
shorts first.  As she yanked them on, her foot pushed her 
panties out of one leg hole.  Fuck it.  She'd just have to go 
commando, like Mulder.  She stuffed her underwear into a 
pocket, jammed her feet into her loafers, then ran her hands 
through her hair.

Mulder was leaning into the opposite corner of the seat, legs 
stretched out across the floor as he tried to adjust the very 
impressive hard-on under his jeans so it would be less 
noticeable.  It wasn't working.  There was an extremely visible 
bulge running down the inside of his pants leg, straining against 
the seam and refusing to budge.  

Scully regretted the necessity of wasting a perfectly good 
erection, but it was his own fault.  He never should have started 
anything in the first place.  

He shot her a frantic glance and she took pity on him.

"I'll go deal with the tow truck.  You stay here and think about 
Skinner in a tutu or whatever you do to suppress your raging 
libido."

"I'm a bit out of practice at suppressing anything these days, 
Scully."  He wiggled around a bit more, pushing and prodding 
and making very little difference as far as she could see.  

"Well, you certainly haven't exerted any control on *this* trip, 
have you?"  

He gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged.  Scully heard the 
tow truck's door slam.

"Do whatever you have to so you can walk straight," she 
instructed.  "Just don't take too long."

She opened the car door and stepped out into waves of heat 
pulsing off the blacktop.  She shaded her eyes with one hand, 
pasting on the best smile she could muster.  The figure ambling 
toward her looked familiar.  When she placed him, her heart 
sank.

It was Frank, Renna's husband.

"Hey!" he shouted.  "It's the scarecrow and Dorothy!  What are 
you still doin' in Oz?"

Inside the car, Mulder barked out a laugh.  Scully hung her 
head.

"Damn it," she muttered.  "Here we go again."

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Author's End Notes:  This series will be continued in Carried 
Away, which is already about half done.  Just thought I'd let the 
stalkers know ahead of time so they can hold off with the pointy 
objects just a bit longer.  Self-preservation and all that.

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