From: Hazmat Doggett Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 21:54:34 +0100 Subject: Road Trip (1/1) Source: direct TITLE: Road Trip AUTHOR: Hazmat E-MAIL: hazmat@genie.de RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: V SPOILERS: - SUMMARY : Scully gets a bit too Lonely on her way home and fails to get Mulder off her mind. DISCLAIMER: Non of these characters are mine. They belong to Chris Carter, Fox Network and 1013. I'm not making any money; no copyright infringement intended. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been writing a lot for myself but this is the first piece I'm actually posting. Thanks to Kathy for encouraging me and Beta reading. Please forgive me my mistakes, I'm Non-English. But tell me if there's anything really awful... Road Trip by Hazmat The ribbon of the road lay in front of her, shimmering from rain. The heavy drops were playing on ear shattering crescendo on her car. She was dwelling in frustration. Their latest case had ended with their subject dissolving into something blue and slimy. Mulder had left two days earlier and left the struggle with the local authorities to her. Great. And now she was on the way to the airport herself. Unfortunately that town was so damn far away from it. And the car rental agency had only had one of these terrible cars with gears for her. Not that she couldn't drive those, she just wasn't used to it. And of course the radio was broken. Fine. Just fine. The sun had set long ago and the rain kept on drumming steadily. It somewhat seemed to calm her and made her anger silently flood away. She allowed her thoughts to wander and as usual they landed with him. She pondered on the way he moved, the way his eyes sparkled when he made those silly jokes. She smiled inwardly. He came over to her room the night before he had left clad only in his towel and asked her for shampoo. She remembered his strong arms that had held her so often. His well defined chest that she had leaned to in their hard times. And those long slender legs that had been running Miles to save her life. She knew she'd been staring at him when he stood there. But just a few moments before she'd started to fumble in her overnight bag for her shampoo bottle. She should have asked him to stay. She should have run her fingers across his back, his biceps and his warm chest. But all she could manage was to recount some crap about that stupid shampoo. She wanted him; she wanted him so bad. Suddenly she could feel that overwhelming need quivering slightly through her entire body. She wanted him to touch her; she was carving for his hands on her. Moving over her breasts, her legs, her hips. Clutch, shifting the gears, gas. Oh, release that clutch somewhere. She struggled to force her thoughts back into the car and pulled back to her side of the street. Good that traffic was so low out here. But soon her thoughts drifted away again. His smooth hands were travelling all over hr body. He circled her breasts softly pinching her nipples drawing hot wet circles around her aureoles. She moaned slightly and opened the first few buttons of her blouse to slip the fingers of her right hand beneath the fabric. Moving on the soft skin her had slid over her left breast and cupped it tightly. But in her imagination this was his hand squeezing and making her gasp. She shuddered and the road seemed to be blurred in front of her eyes not only by the heavy rain. His hands were on her legs sliding along the inside of her thighs. Hot wetness began to trickle from her hot centre; her whole body seemed to shiver now. She couldn't resist any longer, she needed to touch herself. Oh, how she needed to give in to those fantasies. She hiked up her skirt as good as possible in that damn car. Good that she'd chosen the thong this morning; she could move the crotch to one side easily and dip her fingers into the hot soft moisture. Her own fingers but she could actually feel his parting her eager flesh. She found herself the other side of the road again two bright lights shining blinding her. She jerked the car back to the right side again slightly slithering on the wet road. But her hand was back where she wanted his already. His body was tightly pressed to hers; she could feel him everywhere, even smell him. His erection was grinding against her groin just as the back of her hand did now. She slid two fingers deep into her body and moaned aloud at the sensation. Her eyelids fluttered and she sank even deeper onto her hand. She had to get off that fucking road; this was getting way to dangerous. Fortunately there was absolutely nothing on both sides so she just pulled over to the right and came to a halt just next to the road. Shutting off the engine with her left hand she was back in her fantasy. Mulder was all over her covering her screaming body with thousands of hot kisses. Then she allowed herself to let him thrust into her and tilted her head back against the head rest groaning with bliss. Her hand drew soft moisture up to her clit and her middle finger started circling it. Slow at first but soon quickening and increasing pressure. Her hips bucked involuntarily; her whole body writhed against the seatbelt. She imagined him pushing harder, faster; pumping deep into her. Sweat was triggering along his muscles and kissed away by her ravishing lips. Close, so close. And then her mind made him come inside her. She could almost feel him spurting spurting his hot sperm into her and then definitely her own juices streaming from her convulsing body staining her skirt and sending her over the edge. Still panting and shivering from that mighty orgasm she leaned back into the seat and closed her eyes for a moment slowly regaining her composure. She adjusted thong and skirt where they belonged both drenched and stained. That was the moment she decided to wear the long trenchcoat instead of her jacked and change into slacks on the airport toilet. A quick glance to her watch told her she was still in time and a few moments rest to calm her quivering body would be okay. And as the minutes passed her breathing became even again, she was back in control. Suddenly a sharp knock on the window made her jerk up and let down the pane. A local police officer was shining a flashlight into her dark car looking at the tousled redhead with the flushed face. "Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked. "Uh... no, I'm fine," Did she always have to say that? "I just got tired and wanted to close my eyes for a moment." She fumbled for her keys and started the engine again. "Excuse me, got to catch my flight now." She lurched the car onto the road again leaving the window pane just a crack open to feel the cool breeze on her still burning skin. Pondering over herself again she entered the airport building. Of course it was perfectly okay to have fantasies about people out of reach. But lately she had begun to wonder if Mulder was really that out of reach. She was only too aware of the little touches he added to their work relationship lately. But considering the emotional safety of her fantasies she would rather stick to them. Or maybe she would just go for him one day. But certainly not too soon. The End