Disclaimer: I deny everything Another Motel By Moni It was another dark night in a motel, in a grim, rainy town somewhere remote. The hours were not well spent. Mulder and Scully went to their rooms straight after eating, which was seven o'clock. Scully's body clock wouldn't let her sleep until midnight, and five hours is a long time to be alone and doing nothing. She read a book if she remembered to bring one. She filed her nails and painted them and then removed the gloss and started again, if she remembered her nail polish. But Scully got forgetful. In the silence, she could hear a noise. It was Mulder. He was engaging in his usual practice of auto-erotic activities. He was keeping as quiet as he could, but he obviously thought that Scully was asleep - he was definitely not reckoning on her having her ear to the wall and listening closely to his breathing patterns. The headboard started to rattle a little. The motel wallpaper was smooth and cool against Scully's cheek. Her ear was squashed against it and her own hands were massaging her clitoris in time with the banging and panting she could hear so near, yet so far away. She soon forgot listening to Mulder, and lay on the coarse motel carpet, her hips moving up to press against her quickly working fingers. The blood rushed through her body in pulsing throbs and she started to feel the orgasm growing deep inside of her. She had to work faster, she *had* to come. She forgot about being quiet, as Mulder had done, and she moaned out loud as the sweet sensations grew and grew. As her fingers began to move impossibly fast, she came in a deep explosion of wetness. "MULDER!" Her fingers stopped, she heard the sound of dripping on the floor. She bit her lip. Had he heard her? She was scared. She was *sure* that unless he'd passed out or fallen *deeply* asleep, he *must* have heard her. She scrambled up from the floor and struggled to pull her panties back on. She used her hands to rub the trickling moisture from her trembling legs. She climbed into bed and switched out the light. Silence. Silence. There was a knock at the door. "Scully? Are you okay?" Guilty silence. "Scully?" Mulder knocked again, louder. "Scully?!?" Taking a deep breath, she switched the light back on. "I'm coming Mulder." The words made her guilty. She opened the door. "You shouted me. Are you okay?" Scully's heart pounded. Mulder was draped over her doorway, wearing only his boxers and a worried expression. In one hand he held his gun. It took a while for her to process the situation, and think of a reasonable answer. "I didn't shout you. I'm fine." She settled for. It was pitiful, she knew. "I heard you. Maybe you were dreaming. Do you remember?" Scully moved away from the door and Mulder wandered in. She shut the door. "No. I don't remember. Sorry if I disturbed you." She could feel herself flushing, she knew it was horrible when that happened. "You didn't disturb me. I wasn't asleep." There was a silence. Scully looked up from her toes to see why Mulder wasn't saying anything. He had an amused look on his face. She followed his gaze down to the floor by the wall which adjoined their rooms. There was a large darkened puddle where she had been lying minutes before. "What's this?" He asked, cheekily. "I don't know." Scully said, very feebly. "A stain. Cheap dirty motel." "Cheap." Mulder repeated, absent-mindedly. He crouched down over the puddle and pressed it with two fingers. "It's damp." "Maybe it's a leak." They looked up. The ceiling was a perfect tessellation of clean, dry squares. He smelt the dampness on his fingers. It was salty and familiar. "If I didn't know you better, Scully," Mulder didn't finish the sentence. It wasn't his style. Scully was silent. If she remained that way, she was proving herself a liar, agreeing with Mulder's diagnosis. If she spoke out, Mulder would know she was lying anyway, as her expression was surely giving her away. She didn't notice that he had crossed the room to her. He took her blushing cheek in one hand. He whispered, "I need to show you something." He ran his hand through her hair, drawing his body close up towards hers. Then slowly, painfully slowly, his hand drew down her back, caressing her through the thin material of her nightshirt. He stopped before her buttocks, holding her by the small of her back, and then he began to sink his lips against her neck. He could feel her breasts heaving against him. He traced the neckline of her shirt with his tongue, and paused at her cleavage before unbuttoning the clean white shirt. "Let me show you." He said, gently easing Scully back onto the bed and taking her right breast in his mouth. When he got the moan of pleasure which he had been expecting, he moved down and removed her panties. Scully tried to murmur his name, but nothing came out. He was hovering above her, waiting for her to move, to make a sound, but she didn't. Her eyes were clenched tight. She was waiting. The wait couldn't have been longer than a few seconds, but by the time Mulder's mouth finally found her, Scully felt as though an eternity had passed. His tongue slowly explored, waiting for a reaction. She twitched as he licked her clitoris, and he paused ever so slightly before his lips closed around it and he began to rhythmically suck. The effect this had on Scully was immediate and electric. She clenched the muscles in her thighs to the point where she thought she had strained herself. But that was quickly shoved to the back of her mind as Mulder's fingers began to probe inside her. He was being too gentle, she decided. He was taking things too slowly even though he knew she wouldn't make him stop. She suddenly sat up, pushing him away from her. He stared, surprised at her for a brief moment before she was dragging him down to the bed beside her, removing the boxers without a second thought. She swiftly climbed on top of him, taking his erection in one hand and guiding it inside of her. A delirious smile crept onto his features and their eyes locked for one split second. Scully raised her ass and there began to pump him in and out of her with a flaming passion that neither had ever felt before. The silence that had accompanied their sexual explorations previously was disintegrating in a chorus of cries. Scully could once again feel the climax in her groin, growing stronger and stronger. She was ready, and one more cry from Mulder made her buck against him and explode once more. The violent feel of her shuddering and tightening around him forced the orgasm from him with a yell of her name. Brushing her hair from his face, he whispered in her ear, "You didn't let me show you." He withdrew. He moved down her body and replaced his erection with his tongue. "Mulder..." Scully's legs were like jelly. His thumb began to press against her clitoris once more. She felt nothing. She felt sore. She said his name again, but he ignored her. Sliding his tongue in and out, and in and out, and in and out, and then in. And fully out, he began to lick her again. He was not put off by her lack of response. He continued. "Mulder, I can't." "Wait." He whispered, taking the bunch of nerves in his lips and sucking. He sucked her until there was no breath left in his body, and then he filled his lungs and carried on. His fingers crept back inside her, and started a rhythm, alternating with sucks and flicks of his tongue against her clitoris. Then he felt the wetness begin to grow again, Scully clenched her thighs by his head. He knew she was getting closer. She was screaming his name like a madwoman, her erratic breaths making her light headed. She was too tired... too tired... but then... "Oh God...... Muld... Mulder......Oh!!!" She stopped. She was too hot and too tired, and Mulder was slowly planting kisses up her body, up to her face, she couldn't take it all in. "What now?" She asked breathily. "Tomorrow." He said. "Another case. Another motel. I'll show you something else." end