From: <virtuesandvices@aol.com>
To: <XFilesNC17ff@yahoogroups.com>
Subject: [XFNC17ff] The Clubhouse Turn, by Virtie(NC-17,MSR,TrueBlueChallenge)
Date: Sunday, December 09, 2001 11:50 PM

Title: The Clubhouse Turn
Author: Virtie
E-mail: Virtuesandvices@aol.com
Web Site: http://www.geocities.com/fanficcorner/
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR, mindless smut.
Classification: SR - Story/Romance
Spoilers: Anything up to 'Existence' is fair game.
Archive: As always, of course, but please let me know first.
Summary: In response to December's True Blue Challenge
(thanks a lot, Meg!), Mulder and Scully spend a day at the
races.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never have, never will. There's
my life in a nutshell.
Thank You: To Meg, KissMe, Tex and Yoda.
Author's Notes: I didn't want to write this. I don't like
writing under pressure or with a deadline. But curiosity
made me look to see what Meg had come up with and a story
popped into my head that needed to be told. So, here it is.
Here are the requirements:
          1. M&S phone sex...while they're in the same
room(where have I heard that one before? *VBEG*)
          2. Mulder in jeans and Stetson with no shirt (Hoo
Boy!)
          3. A quote from 'The Princess Bride' (Hi, Erin!)
          4. Swivel Chair
          5. Credit Card trouble (or used to get out of
trouble)
          6. Mention of 2nd season ep listed (easy choice
there; I'll pick the first ep I ever saw!)
          7. Quote from a religious text NOT the Bible
Another Note: I like Season 9. No, really! I do. But for the
purpose of this story, it doesn't exist. Just pretend
'Existence' was a happily-ever-after kind of episode and go
from there. Also, my timeline does not follow CC's for
obvious reasons.
More Notes: For those of you who have read 'Let's Face the
Music and Dance', you can consider this one a prequel. Don't
worry, I hope to start the sequel soon. Enjoy!


*****

The Clubhouse Turn

*****

Belmont Park
Elmont, New York
June 9, 2001

"And God took a handful of Southerly wind, blew his breath
over it, and created the horse."

I looked over at Mulder curiously. He was staring at the
great expanse of dirt before him, a soft smile visible on
his lips. He looked...content. "Where's that from?" I asked
softly, not wanting to disturb the peace that seemed to
emanate from him. A peace which had seemed to establish
itself just after Will's birth nearly two months ago.

"It's a quote for the Holy Koran," Mulder told me without
looking my way. "It reflects the Islamic adoration for the
horse, the Arabian Horse in particular."

Though I had limited knowledge of horses, I had learned a
bit in my childhood. What little girl didn't? "Like the
Black Stallion?"

He glanced at me, amusement in his eyes. "Yeah. Were you
horse crazy when you were a kid, Scully?"

I shrugged. "Not as much as Melissa was. She had models and
posters and begged every Christmas for a horse of her own. I
guess some of her enthusiasm rubbed off on me."

"Did she ever get a horse?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "As much as
we moved around, she was lucky to get the few riding lessons
she did."

Mulder simply grunted in response and turned back to look at
the track. It was quiet here on the Clubhouse turn. Only a
handful of grooms and hotwalkers lined the rail with us,
eyes trained toward the middle of the stretch that lay in
front of the crowded grandstand. The race was about to
begin. The Belmont Stakes. The last leg of America's Triple
Crown. Of course, as Mulder had explained to me earlier,
there could be no triple crown winner this year since the
horse that had won the Kentucky Derby had not won the
Preakness Stakes, but this race was still a big deal.

Though not a horse racing fan, I had been more than a little
excited to come to New York with my former partner. An old
friend of his from college who now trained Thoroughbreds had
a horse in the race and had invited Mulder and a guest to
come watch. It was the first time since Will's birth that I
had been away from D.C...and Will. D.C. I didn't miss. Will,
on the other hand, I missed terribly. But Mulder was doing
his best to keep my mind occupied.

And my body.

I stole another glance at him. He was dressed very unlike
Agent Mulder today. In Wranglers and boots, he had borrowed
a taupe felt Stetson from his friend Todd and was looking
very much the cowboy. Combined with a navy blue Western
shirt and sunglasses, the man fit right in with the many
trainers and handlers that wore similar clothing. I felt out
of place in my designer jeans, flowing white peasant blouse
and flats while he simply looked sexier than any man had a
right to. Especially with the memories of last night
flitting about in my head.

Last night had been...well, there were no words for it. Last
week, after both Will and I had passed our six week
check-up, Mulder had been more than anxious to reinitiate
sexual relations; after all, it had been nearly a year since
we had had that sort of contact. And while it had been
intense (as it had always been), last night had been even
more so. And yet, I wanted more of it. It was like a drug.
*He* was like a drug. And I wasn't at all ashamed to admit I
was addicted.

He looked at me, and I recognized the heat of his look,
despite the sunglasses. It was almost as if he knew what I
was thinking. Sometimes, I was sure he did. I felt my face
heat and looked away, but the dampness that had developed
between my legs was beginning to get uncomfortable.

The thousands packing the stands roared suddenly, and Mulder
nudged my shoulder with his own. "There they go."

I wasn't sure, but his voice sounded deeper than it had
earlier. Shaking off the sensual thoughts running though my
head, I focused on the horses charging up the track toward
us. Standing at the turn as we were, we had a perfect view
of the herd (or 'field', as Mulder had told me it was
called) as they ran by. Sleek shiny coats rippled as
powerful muscles carried the Thoroughbreds past us. The
colorful silks the jockeys wore glistened in the sunlight.
The pounding of their hooves made the ground tremble and the
calls from the others standing at the railing intermixed
with the occasional yell from one of the jockeys.

"This is a lot better than being up there!" Mulder said
after they passed, nodding his head toward the grandstand.

I could understand his excitement, since the race was making
my adrenaline soar. Due to the size of the track, we
couldn't see the field after they reached the middle of the
backstretch or the far turn, but soon they were charging
back down the stretch toward us once more. Todd's horse was
nowhere near the lead. The horses passed underneath the
finish line (the 'wire', Mulder called it) and began to
gradually slow. They came near us again, snorting and
shaking their heads, not ready to stop what they loved to do
best: run. The winner came close to us, his beautiful
chestnut coat glistening with sweat. He was all power and
muscle and grace. He was gorgeous.

What was it about horses that turned a girl on?

Mulder grinned at me, again as if he knew what I was
thinking. Knowing I was blushing a second time, I turned
away and headed back toward the barn area. On the other side
of the huge stable facility was a little house owned by
Mulder's friend. It's where we had stayed the night last
night and would do so again tonight before heading back
home tomorrow. For some strange reason, I felt desperate to
get to that little house. Maybe it was because I knew that
the owner of the house didn't live there anymore but in a
penthouse in Manhattan, and that it was currently the most
private place at Belmont Park.

I had walked almost a quarter of the way there when I
realized Mulder wasn't following me. I stopped and turned,
suddenly embarrassed that I had up and left him without a
word. But then I saw him, casually strolling along far
behind me. He was following, just at a distance. He looked
like he didn't have a care in the world. I smiled. Maybe,
for once, he didn't.

I debated about waiting for him but then decided it might
be nice to have a few minutes to myself; I may never get the
chance again, what with a baby waiting at home and Mulder
sharing the apartment with us now. I turned away from the
'cowboy' following me and continued walking. Not a minute
had gone by when my cell-phone started ringing. Though
Mulder had tried to dissuade me from bringing it, I had
refused to give up my one connection to my son. And it was
thoughts of my son that were swirling in my head when I took
the phone from my back pocket and turned it on. "Yes?"

"So, where do you want to go for dinner tonight?"

I stopped short at the familiar voice and turned around once
more. My heart, which had begun to race at the first sound
of the phone when I had been sure it was my mother calling
me to tell me Will was in trouble, changed rhythm again. It
didn't slow, necessarily. It just changed.

"What if I don't want to go out for dinner?" I said,
watching the cowboy, still strolling along behind me, this
time with a phone up to his ear.

"What, and miss all that New York night life?"

With a smile, I turned again and continued on toward my
destination. "Been there. Done that."

There was a pause. "When?"

"I went with some friends of mine from college one autumn.
Just before classes started up again."

"Oh," he said simply, and with that one word I knew how
disturbed he was that he knew so little about my youth. "Any
guys in this group of friends?"

Holding back a grin, I answered, "Yes."

"Boyfriend?"

"I didn't have a boyfriend in college," I explained.

"Why the hell not?!"

His automatic defense of what he saw as a slight against me
made the grin I was holding back slip free. "Mulder! I was
hoping to get into medical school. I didn't have time for a
boyfriend."

"But you had time to go to New York with a bunch of
friends?"

"It was my last fling before devoting myself to my studies."

She heard his soft grunt. "And none of these guys tried
taking advantage of you during this 'fling'?"

His words brought to mind an incident that pretty much
described what he was asking. "Well..."

"Oooh! Tell all, Agent Scully."

"One of them, a guy named Westley, hit on me. Kind of."

"West-ley? With a 'T'? And what do you mean he hit on you,
kind of?"

"Yes, Westley. We used to tease him about 'The Princess
Bride'. We always tried to get him to say 'as you wish', but
he never would. He preferred to quote, over and over,
'Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father.
Prepare to die'."

Mulder laughed. But he was only distracted for a moment.
"And the 'kind of'?"

I sighed. "He called me up on the phone from his hotel room
while I was in bed and tried to have phone sex with me."

Another pause. I looked up to see the line of small houses
that bordered the main stable area. The one we were staying
at was the fifth one down.

"Tried to," Mulder mumbled. He wasn't asking me a question,
simply repeating what I had said. "I take it he failed?"

"Of course," I snapped. "I don't do phone sex."

"Never?"

I was almost to the house. "Never."

"Not even with me?"

I pushed open the little gate that lead into the tiny front
yard of the house. "Why have phone sex when we can have the
real thing?" I asked, confused. I pulled out the key and
unlocked the door.

"Distance, mainly," Mulder answered as I entered the house.
"What happens if you're away on a case and I'm alone with
the baby and in need of some release?"

Snorting, I told him, "That's what your videos are for,
remember?"

"Those videos just don't cut it anymore, Scully. Unless
you're willing to let me tape us sometime."

"Over my dead body," I replied without hesitation.

"Well, then. What do you expect me to do?"

I walked into the small living room and sat down on the old
couch, drawing a leg up to my chest and hugging the knee
close to me. "Mulder, how long did it take before we finally
had sex?"

"Too long," he responded without hesitation.

"Yes," I agreed. "But we managed for a long time without,
even though we wanted, right? You can do that again."

"I don't think so. Only extenuating circumstances like my
death, resurrection and your recovery after the birth of our
child kept me from your bed after finally getting myself
there. Never again, Scully."

I felt a shiver run up my spine at his words. "Mulder," I
continued. "I do not do phone sex."

"Why?!" He just couldn't understand.

I sighed. "It's just...so..." I couldn't explain how I felt.

"Is it because it's masturbation?" Mulder asked. His voice
was soft, understanding. "Come on, Scully. You can't tell me
you haven't masturbated before."

I bit my lip. No. I couldn't. But how could I explain to him
the incredible guilt that followed me every time I pleasured
myself? As a doctor, I tried to tell myself that is was
natural, that as a woman without a sexual partner I needed
to find basic relief somehow. But then there was the girl
who had been raised Catholic, who had been taught as a
teenager that it was a sin. That without love, sex, any sex,
was meaningless. But, then again, sex out of wedlock, not to
mention having a child out of wedlock, was sinful as well,
and I could never bring myself to feel guilty about Mulder
or Will.

But masturbation...phone sex...was so...

"You want to try it?"

I jumped as Mulder voiced his question not just in my ear,
but on the other side of the room. He was standing there
looking at me, his expression gentle.

"I don't know, Mulder," I whispered taking the phone from my
ear.

"No, wait!" He lifted his hand as if to physically stop me
though he was ten feet away. "Don't hang up. If we're gonna
do this, we need phones."

I looked at him, knowing my astonishment must show on my
face. "You want us to have phone sex while you're still in
the room?"

"Yeah," he said with a grin. "You know, practice."

With his free hand, he took off his sunglasses and began to
unbutton his shirt. I couldn't help but glance toward the
door. His grin widened. "Don't worry, I locked it." He
walked over to the desk opposite me and pulled the chair
toward him, it's wheels squealing. He maneuvered the phone
around using both hands and his shoulder and managed to get
his shirt off. Then he straddled the chair, leaning his arms
on its back. He made the chair swivel back and forth ever so
slightly, and his eyes glowed at me intensely from beneath
the shadow his Stetson produced.

My mouth had gone dry as soon as I saw his bare chest. His
muscles rippled under his tan skin, reminding me of the
magnificent horses we had just watched race. I suddenly
wanted to see these muscles covered in sweat, too. His sweat
and mine.

"Touch yourself, Scully."

Mulder's voice drew my attention from his chest up to his
lips. I licked my own lips in response and saw his dark gaze
fasten on them.

"I want to see how you do it," he continued. His voice was
becoming rough. Edgy.

I felt a sudden tickle between my legs and I automatically
drew up my other leg so I could squeeze my thighs together.
I shook my head 'no'. There was no way I was going to
masturbate in front of him.

"Please, Scully?" he coaxed. "I want to know everything
about you, even how you get yourself off." He stopped the
movement of the chair he rode. "Do you use anything?" he
wondered aloud. "A toy?"

I looked away from his eyes and faced toward the desk, my
jaw set. He should know the answer to that having lived with
me for the last several weeks.

"No," he whispered. "I would have found it by now," he
concluded, reading my mind again. "Just your fingers, then?"

Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could 'feel' him,
just by his voice. I wanted to put the phone down, but knew
that wouldn't help. He'd still try his best to talk me into
this. "Mulder--"

"Please, Scully?" he said, a soft whine entering his voice.
"It's just me."

I met his eyes with my own again and shivered. I wanted to.
Oh, how I wanted to. Slowly, I spread my thighs, keeping my
feet together, creating a diamond with my legs. Keeping a
hold of the phone with my right hand, I brought my left down
to rub at the seam of my jeans. My hips began moving in
response and I closed my eyes.

"That's all it takes, isn't it?" Mulder said softly. "You
don't even need to get undressed."

I moaned softly, the combination of his voice and my own
touch sending a shock of pleasure through me.

"All you need is an interesting scenario in your head and a
touch will do it."

He was right, of course. And for the past several years, all
of those 'interesting scenarios' had included him. I was
turned on more by thought and word than action. Until
Mulder. But even he had learned quickly that I responded
better when he talked to me *as* he touched me.

"Do you ever think of me when you touch yourself, Scully?"

I felt laughter bubble up inside me. "What do you think,
Mulder?"

"I think you've never even truly touched yourself. I think
that those beautiful hands of yours have never felt your own
slick heat. That you've never actually had to directly touch
your clit to get off." I shuddered and rubbed myself harder,
the friction from the seam of my jeans providing all the
stimulation I needed. "Why cheat yourself like that, Scully?
Modesty. Or something more?"

I opened my eyes finally and met his hot gaze with my own.
"Modesty?" I scoffed. "After all we've done with each
other?" Mulder wasn't content with just one position, and I
had discovered, in those few short months with him as my
lover before Bellefleur, that I wasn't either.

"Yeah, modesty," he repeated. "It's there, Scully. You just
hide it well."

I was breathing hard now, and I wasn't sure if it was the
fact that I was touching myself or the emotions Mulder was
bringing out in me that was the cause. I stopped what I was
doing and straightened my legs out, placing my feet back on
the floor. "Is it such a bad thing?" I asked, ready to
defend myself.

Mulder just smiled and shook his head. "No. It's one of the
things I love most about you."

I swear my heart skipped a beat. I should probably have it
checked by a doctor...as soon as we get back to D.C. Without
warning, I took the phone away from my ear and turned it
off. "Then you won't mind if I never attempt to participate
in phone sex again, will you?"

Still smiling, Mulder turned his own phone off and tossed it
onto the desk. "Not at all. I'll just have to be patient and
wait for you to get home."

"It'll be worth the wait," I told him, my heart expanding
now. "Come here."

He shook his head this time. "Nope. I'm not through testing
your modesty."

"Oh!" I said, feigning surprise. "Then you're admitting this
was a test?"

He nodded slightly. "Take off your clothes. Now. In front of
me."

I smiled. "With pleasure." I stood and slipped out of my
flats, kicking them aside. The blouse came off next, easily
tugged off over my head. Then the bra. I undid my jeans and
stepped out of them and my panties. I was now naked, and in
less than a minute. I knew Mulder couldn't do it that fast.
With those boots, not to mention jeans that were far tighter
than they had been when he first walked into the room, he'd
have to struggle a bit.

"Now," I said to him. "Come here."

"Why don't you come here instead," he whispered.

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "I'm not--"

Suddenly he was up and moving toward me. Before I could
react, he had snagged my arms and pulled me back over to the
chair. "Mulder!" I complained. "This chair isn't steady
enough--"

"Sure it is," he argued, spinning said chair around so he
could sit on it correctly. He pulled me down so that I
straddled his lap. Immediately, he pressed a finger
carefully into my dripping core.

"Awww!" I couldn't even manage a single coherent word as I
threw my head back in pleasure. He leaned in and began
kissing my neck, wrapping his free arm around my back and
pulling me in close.

"Maybe it isn't modesty, Scully," he moaned against my
throat. "Maybe you just knew that I was the only one who
belonged in here." He wiggled his finger, causing me to
groan again.

I lifted my head to look at him. "Maybe," I nodded as I
began to rock my hips slowly back and forth. Sitting as I
was, astride him with my legs pulled around behind his hips,
my feet didn't touch the floor. But the chair still moved
with my motions. I realized that Mulder was unconsciously
moving it in time with me. Grabbing his hat, I tossed it on
the desk behind him. I then leaned forward and began lapping
at his earlobe. I grasped it gently between my teeth and bit
down. His hips jerked upward into me, making the chair move
suddenly underneath us. "Hmmm..." I said in reply.
"Interesting."

"What's interesting?" Mulder asked, his voice cracking.

"I never knew there was nerve connecting your earlobe to
your penis."

Both of his hands shot out to catch me under my arms. With a
soft groan, he lifted me up slightly and ducked his head,
catching one of my nipples in his mouth. He set me back down
hard, insuring my center met solidly with his erection,
still covered by his jeans. He never let go of my breast. I
gasped and he suckled harder in response. Though I had
weaned Will off of my breast over a week ago in anticipation
of my return to work, they were still extraordinarily
sensitive, and the pleasure of his mouth quickly turned to
pain.

"Ouch! Mulder!" I pushed at his shoulders.

He stopped his almost violent assault on my breast and
looked up at me. "Sorry," he mumbled. "There's a shortage of
perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage
yours."

With a laugh, I hit him gently on the shoulder. "Stop it!"

"Can I help it if I love that movie?" he argued.

"Just so long as you don't name you penis Humperdink."

"You know, I always wanted to know what a 'dink' was."

I rolled my eyes at his comment, knowing what the punchline
would be long before he opened his mouth to utter it. "Let's
just pretend tonight that I have the dink."

He smiled. "One that I like very much, too."

"Gee, thanks," I said. The sarcasm in my statement was lost
however as Mulder's knuckles brushed against my sex. I
looked down to see him quickly undoing his fly. I reached
down to help as much as possible. It wasn't easy getting the
zipper to go down, but we finally succeeded, and before
Mulder could say 'Ta Da!', I was mounting him. "Yesssss..."
I hissed as I sank down over him.

His answering groan was music to my ears. "God, you are so
tight," he said in a husky whisper.

I smiled. Words. Even more than touch, words thrilled me. I
was very glad Mulder knew this.

"Hot. Wet. I want to be in you all the way, Scully."

I rocked my hips, trying to get as close as possible to
doing as he suggested. But he was so big and I was so small.
I gripped his shoulders, using them to find leverage for my
thrusts. Mulder moved in to help, grasping my hips and
lifting me up and nearly off of him, then dropping me back
down with little finesse. I didn't care. It felt too good.
And he never stopped talking.

"You are so beautiful, Scully. So wild and wicked in my
arms. Sc-- Scully?"

I opened my eyes, which I didn't remember closing, to look
at him. "Hmmm?"

"What am I gonna call you when we're married?"

Startled, I stopped moving. "What?"

"You heard me," Mulder grumbled, his hips moving, trying to
find the rhythm we had lost because of my stillness.

"Are you crazy or am I dreaming?"

"Well, we both know the answer to the first question," he
muttered, leaning in to brush a featherlight kiss on my
collarbone. "And if you're dreaming, then finish it. Don't
leave me hanging."

"Mulder?" I tried hardening my voice, but I wasn't sure if I
succeeded quite well.

He stopped moving and with a sigh looked at me. "What?"

"Was that a marriage proposal?"

"Yeah," he said on another sigh. "I guess it was."

I shivered and he brought his arms around me in response. I
curled my body into his and laid my head on his shoulder.
"Can I think about it?"

His whole body stiffened, and I immediately regretted my
words. But I didn't take them back. I couldn't.

"Sure, Scully," he whispered into my hair. "Take all the
time you need."

He was still deep inside me, pulsing and hot, but I knew he
would fade quickly if I didn't do something soon. Leaning
back, I began to ride him again. Hard. It didn't take him
long to match my pace.

The orgasm started where we were joined and spread slowly
throughout my entire body in pulsing waves. My fingers and
toes tingled and I threw my head back, eyes closed in
preparation for the coming explosion.

"Scully, look at me!"

I couldn't refuse. Opening my eyes I met his gaze with my
own just as it hit. I didn't scream. Nor did I shout out any
nonexistent words. But I did moan softly, uncontrollably, as
the convulsions swept through my body. I felt warmth spread
throughout my womb as Mulder followed me over, and then I
felt some of the hot seed he had deposited in me trickle out
of me and run down my thigh. A part of me wanted to scream,
to stop it. To keep it inside of me where it could make
another child. Another miracle like Will.

I fell against Mulder, holding him tight as the aftershocks
sent small waves darting through me. Mulder shuddered along
with me as he felt every one of them. It was a long time
before either of us spoke.

"I could almost swear a tornado had just ripped through
here," he said softly.

"Or a black hole," I quipped in reply. He pulled back to
look at me and we grinned at each other in remembrance of a
long ago case in Idaho. Back when we were younger. A little
less experienced. A little less jaded. And just starting to
fall in love.

"I'm hungry."

Mulder looked as startled by my words as I felt hearing them
come out of my mouth. But then he grinned. "Worked up an
appetite, have we?"

I nodded. "Pizza actually sounds really good."

"Hope you have some cash then."

I frowned. "Why?"

"'Cause I bet all mine on Todd's horse."

I glared at him for a moment, then carefully slid off his
lap. The loss of contact made both of us groan. I stood on
shaky legs in front of him, reached over to pluck his hat
off the desk, and set it back on his head. "Don't worry.
I've got my credit card."

"That's my Scully," Mulder said with a wink. "Always ready
to save the day and keep me out of trouble."

I suddenly realized how very much I love going to the races.

THE END