From: ShipperForever@aol.com
Date: 19 Aug 2002 19:30:29 -0700
Subject: xfc: NEW: Range (1/1)  NC17
Source: atxc

Range (1/1)  NC17
Author:  ShipperForever (ShipperForever@aol.com)

Rating:  NC17 - if you're underage, go no further.  You've been warned.
Category:  MSR, PWP
Spoilers: None
Summary:  A warm summer night and an argument over a case lead Scully to have 
to blow off some steam.  But it doesn't happen the way she originally plans.
Disclaimer:  They don't belong to me.  Never have, never will.
Archive:  Ahhhh . . . okay
Author's Comments:  I'm new to this, but I couldn't shake the idea, so I put 
it on paper.  Or, silicone as the case may be.
Feedback:  Constructive will be appreciated.

Range (1/1)  NC17
Author:  ShipperForever (ShipperForever@aol.com)

Damn it, it was all his fault, Scully thought as she tossed and turned
in bed with frustration.  The stupid clock said 2:23 am.  She couldn't
sleep, and it wasn't just because it was hot, which it was, or because
she missed Mulder's presence in her bed, which she did.  It was
because the man made her so damn furious.

He just wouldn't listen!  Never mind that the case made absolutely no
sense.  Never mind that every source of the facts had fallen through
and no more information could be found on any of it.  And now, they'd
be running around the country like idiots.  God knew she loved the
man, but sometimes, he just made her crazy.

Okay, she admitted she'd brought most of this on herself.  She
remembered clearly the warning her mother had given her.  Maggie
Scully loved Mulder almost as much as her daughter did, but she knew
that having a relationship with somebody you worked with was tough,
and had told Dana as much.  Undoubtedly, it was an effort, but Scully
still wouldn't give it up for the world.

Shit.  Lying here vacillating between loving and hating the man wasn't
doing her a bit of good. She needed to blow off some steam.

Yanking back the covers, she shed her pajamas, donning instead a pair
of jeans and an oxford shirt.  Tucking her gun and holster into he
small of her back, she grabbed her wallet and keys.  Mulder might be
able to run for miles and miles when he needed to vent.  With Dana
Scully, there was only one thing she did when she needed to get a
little essential retribution.

She was thrilled to find that the firing range was deserted.  Coming
at that hour, she shouldn't have been surprised, yet she was.  
Familiarity with the procedure of target practice allowed her to
quickly retrieve her ear and eye protection, moving to the alley
furthest from the entrance If another insomniac decided to join her at
this hour of the night, he or she could at least go about their
business and leave her alone.  Attaching a target to the hook, she
pressed the button until it was sufficient distance away.  Practice
clips were laid out in front of her, and she slammed one home into the
butt of her gun before assuming a firing stance.

One clip later, she found that she was already feeling somewhat
better.  Maybe she could make Mulder see after he'd had a good night's
sleep.  Maybe he'd gotten more information to make this case feel more
like a case and less like a wild goose chase.  Or maybe, just maybe,
she could distract him into working on something else.

The ear protectors hugged her head comfortably, not at all painful
since she hadn't been wearing her earrings.  The silence was
isolating; she wouldn't have heard an tornado if one had hit the room
at that point. Loaded another clip, she squeezed four solid shots into
the abdomen of the target.  She was about to fire off another round
when two hands were suddenly enveloping her own on the gun, the arms
to which they were attached bracketing her body between them.  She
recognized those hands, she realized instantaneously, and the warmth
in her began to grow.

Before she could question him, he readjusted her aim, and together
they fired eight more shots, four centered into the target's heart and
the other four centered into the head.  There was no doubt - together,
they were far better than they were apart.

The clip spent, his hands moved from her own, removing the protecting
goggles and then the ear guards, laying both to the side on the tiny,
thigh-high shelf that separated the shooter from the lane.  His body
was pressed up against her from the back, distractingly muscled and
firm.  She vaguely realized she was still holding the gun.

"Getting your ya-yas out, Agent Scully?" Mulder whispered in her ear
as his arms encircled her waist.  She leaned back into his warmth,
realizing that her anger at him was gone, replaced by an even stronger
instinct.

Mulder's hands were on the blouse's buttons, deftly yet carefully
undoing each one, and she found herself pushing her body into them,
sending him a silent message.  His hands were always so warm, she
thought distractedly as he released the final one, directly atop her
cleavage.  Pushing the plackets of the shirt aside, he cupped each
lace-covered breast in one of his big palms.  God, she loved it when
he did that . . .

She found herself panting, her lips dry and her tongue moist as he
massaged the sensitive area of her body which he knew so very, very
well.  Turning her head to the side, she sent a wordless message which
he received all too clearly.  He met her half way, possessing her
mouth with his own, sharing his wetness with her.  She almost didn't
notice when he slid the front hook out of place and spread aside the
cups, retaking her breasts, and then her nipples, with sensitive hands
and fingers.

He teased and massaged until she felt she could almost come just from
this, but a hardness at the base of her spine reminded her why she
wanted to hold off.  That was Mulder's gift to her, just as surely as
his hands on her was the first part of her gift to him - gifts from
which they both reaped the benefits.

She realized that she was not only enjoying his attention to her
breasts, but that her ass had been moving in a steady rhythm against
his front.  Still, it wasn't enough, and apparently wasn't for Mulder
either.

"Let's get out of here," Mulder whispered into her ear, squeezing her
globes firmly once again.

She shook her head no, her hands grasping his butt in an odd, backward
grope.
 "No," she panted, licking her own lips this time.  "Here.  Now."

There was a gasp as Mulder must have realized what she was saying.  
Up until now, their love life had been fantastic, and comfortable.  
But this was something she was betting he'd never have guessed of her.  
It was non-traditional.  Daring, even.

She shifted her arms, releasing his butt and letting the shirt and bra
fall from her arms in one fell swoop, leaving her topless in the
openness of the gallery.  She should have felt exposed and
embarrassed, she knew, but she only felt liberated.

His hands skimmed over her breasts again, then down the center of her
stomach and up again over her ribs, as if touching every square
millimeter of skin was as vital to him as breath. He'd barely reached
her waistband when the whisper came again.  "Turn around, Scully," he
instructed as he released the button on her jeans.  But in this
situation, this time, it was she who was in charge.

"No," she said simply as he lowered her zipper.  Her hands pushed his
aside, taking the initiative and shoving her jeans and panties around
her ankles and kicking them and her shoes off before he even knew what
was happening.  "This way," she said simply as she leaned forward away
from him.

The shelf dug into the slight seams where her legs met her body as she
bent forward further, exposing her ass in a clear message.  He'd never
taken her this way before.  Quivering, she felt how incredibly wet
she'd become and prayed that Mulder would respond positively to her
aching need.  Please, Mulder, she thought.

Whether he interpreted her silent communication or wanted this as much
as she did, she wasn't sure, but it was only a blink before she heard
the sound of a zipper.  This was the most erotic thing she'd ever
experienced, she thought, and gulped as her eyes fell on the mirror
that adorned the wall to her side.  It was designed to help new
shooters check their stance, but tonight, it showed herself, naked as
the day she was born, and Mulder, fully dressed except for his
brazenly erect and cock that stood out proudly from the top of his
loosened jeans.

"Now, Mulder," she begged, licking her lips to their reflection in the
mirror.  Mulder either didn't realize it was there or was too
distracted to care because his eyes never left her back, her ass, and
her exposed womanhood.

But Mulder wasn't about to have it be over that quickly, and she knew
that, if he entered her now, it would be.  She was already on the
edge, and by the attention at which his penis stood and the tightness
of his balls, he was, too.  God, he was gorgeous.

Pushing his clothed body against her back, he shoved her further into
the shelf, beginning an amorous assault on her spine.  One long lick
from the base to her neck, following by a row of sucking kissing on
the way back down again, each one methodically placed.  She realized
that each one would leave a hickey, and grew wetter as she realized
the unique way he was marking her.

He was soon on his knees behind her, but a hand on her back kept her
in position bent slightly forward.  Feeling his open mouth on first
one ass cheek and then the other, she felt the application of two
more, larger hickeys.  Would she even be able to sit tomorrow?  Not if
she was lucky, she wished wickedly.

She didn't realize until he ran his tongue up the inside of her leg
that she was so wet, she was literally dripping.  Mulder and his
talented mouth collected each drop, cleaning her legs thoroughly as he
sent a shiver through her.

Trembling in anticipation, she expected next to feel his mouth on her.  
Not just expected - hoped.  But, as usual, Mulder wasn't to be
predicted.

His ability to move with no noise amazed her.  He'd migrated from
kneeling to standing in complete silence, demonstrated now as she felt
something else she'd craved.  His tip was nudging her opening, and she
pushed back, wordlessly entreating him to enter her, and to move even
further.  Deeper.

But he wasn't to be pushed, taking his roll as the teaser rather than
the teased.  She felt his head enter and then withdraw, only to enter
again.  Mere millimeters, so much, yet so far to go.  "Mulder," she
begged, not caring that there was a whine in her voice.  "Please.  I
can't . . ."

"I love you, Scully," his whispered into her ear, his breath hot,
making her tremble even more.  "More than the Files, more than my
work.  Never forget that."  And with that, he finally pushed himself
inside her completely.  Dear Lord, she keened wordlessly.  THIS was
heaven.

She felt him inside her, filling her and stretching her in a way and
at an angle he never had before.  It was incredible, and both stood
completely still, relishing the feeling.  But eventually, she craved
more, and again, he somehow knew.  The first stroke was long and
leisurely, and she felt him bottom out at her cervix for just a second
before beginning to withdraw for a second, and then a third.

"Harder," she commanded, her need stronger than her courtesy, and
Mulder willingly obliged.  He began to pump into her, in perfect
control while attempting to make her lose her own.  She'd lost count
of how many times, leaning forward to change the angle of his entry
into her body.  "Mmmmm . .  ." was she even capable of moaning his
name any more?  "Mmmmulderrrrrrr."  Surprisingly, yes.

This new position was even better, she realized, grasping onto the
small shelf.  Every pump of his hips pressed her clitoris into the
wood for a second before releasing the pressure only to have it return
again and again.  She felt him growing even harder and bigger inside
her.  And then Mulder, the man who knew her so well, sent her into
orbit.

His hands on her breasts again, he kneaded the flesh and squeezed the
nipples in rhythm with the thrusts in her throbbing channel, the
pressure on her clit, and the scratch of his zipper on her bare ass.  
It was too much.  It was sensory overload.

"Ugh!  Deeper!" She commanded, and he thrust twice more in rapid
succession before she came, squeezing him tightly within with spasm
after spasm.  She was flying high, the throbbing going on forever.  
"Keep going," she managed, and his continued thrusts extended her
orgasm just as they triggered his own.

"Scully!" he ground through gritted teeth, conscious of where they
were, as pulses of his cum filled her, each jet reinvigorating her own
spasms.  It was like they were . . . feeding on each other.  When one
would grow week, something the other one did would energize it until
the roles could be reversed.

It seemed to go on for hours, but finally, they came down together,
panting heavily.  Scully was shocked to find her mouth wrapped around
the side of Mulder's hand - probably in an effort to keep her quiet.  
Releasing it, she saw the red mark where she'd sucked, and two slight
marks where her front teeth had been.

She also realized that Mulder was slumped forward over her, pressed
into her back which, in turn, crushed her breasts into the shelf.  
Her knees were bent, and her back was almost horizontal to the floor.

"Scully," Mulder whispered, gently kissing between her shoulder
blades.  "Would you come home with me?"  It seemed like a humorous
question, given their circumstance, but she knew he was deadly
serious.

"Mmmm . . ." she mumbled, grinding her rear into him again.  "Sounds
nice.  You're way overdressed."

"Well, at home, we can both be underdressed together, ca va?"

She nodded silently, and he pulled out of her, missing the feeling as
she always did.  Still panting and exhausted, she kept her position
until she felt a hand on her right calf.  Relaxing her muscles, he
lifted the ankle and slid on her jeans leg, repeating the procedure
with the left.  Snapping and zippering them, he dressed her as he'd
undressed her, only with much less urgency.  When he draped her blouse
over her shoulders, she turned, taking him in for the first time that
evening.

"Thank you," she said simply, standing on tiptoes to gently kiss him
on the lips. Stepping back, she slid her arms into her blouse before
he reached to fasten the buttons he'd originally undone.  "Looks like
you're not quite ready to go yet either," she smiled, encircling his
shaft with her hand and carefully tucking it into place.  For future
use, she laughed to herself.

"We don't have a lot of time before it'll be morning and we have to
leave for Detroit," Scully commented sadly as they walked, arm in arm,
to his car.  They could collect hers later, she thought, resting her
head on his shoulder.

"I was thinking," Mulder said with a slight grin, "that maybe it might
be better to take a closer look. Re-read the file, rest up in
preparation - sleep in, spend the day in bed."  He nuzzled her ear.

"Sounds like a much better option, Agent Mulder," she commented as
they climbed into the car.

The End