From: "Mike" To: "Jamie" Subject: September Challenge Date: Friday, September 13, 2002 5:36 PM Title: I Challenge You? Author Mike Rating: NC-17 for consensual sensual. Classification: SX MSR, Case File, Humor? Archive: As you will, let me know. Spoilers: None, but give it a season seven feel. Feedback: Please. MLP0666@hotmail.com Summary: "I challenge you? I'm afraid you're setting yourself up for disappointment. I'm just an ordinary guy, rubbing against forty real hard." I Challenge You? By Mike Late Friday Afternoon Mulder's Apartment Spring Scully was seething with anger as she let herself into Mulder's apartment. She noticed the vases full of dead flowers lined up on his table. They looked like wildflowers and spring flowers, lined up in a row of short little vases ideal for a desk arrangement. Bluebonnets. Daisies. Spider Lilies and ferns. Red Clover with white Cherokee roses and dried grass. Completely understated and beautiful, just suiting her tastes. She grabbed at the cards, reading in turn: She muttered through gritted teeth, "Mulder, you flaming asshole. I can't an imagine a woman in the world who wouldn't love these flowers. If I didn't love you already, these flowers would tip the balance. Agggh!" Just then her cell buzzed at her. "Scully" [Hey, Scully. It's me. Just wanted to tell you that there's no need to feed my fish, I can get the gunmen to do it.] "Too late Mulder. I've already seen the flowers you didn't bring me." [Are you angry?] "I'm really pissed you didn't bring them to me." [May I bring you some the next Monday we're in the office?] "I'll be hurt if you don't. Why did you phrase it like that?" [Indianapolis, Monday morning. A Spooky special. Apparently someone in Indianapolis has convinced the SAC that he's directing tornadoes.] "Do you need me to pack anything?" [I've got two suits with me. A few dress shirts and some socks and underwear is all I need.] "OK. Oh, and Mulder, I love you too. See you Monday." She shut off her cell phone and thought, *** Monday 10:00 AM Indianapolis International Airport Scully searched for Mulder's usual dark suit, and her eyes skipped over him in pleat-front camel slacks, topsiders, tieless white shirt and heather tweed jacket. When he walked up to her, she grimaced and said, "Are we having brunch at the club, Skippy, or are you picking up some spare change modeling for GQ?" He grinned and acknowledged her hit with an upraised hand. "Scully, don't mock my people or their native costume, I don't do Pat and Mike jokes, do I? No brunch, the membership committee asked me to stop bringing sassy, sexy redheads during the day. The older members get all excited and drink heavily. "Actually, I broke the coffee-pot in my room broke this morning and got coffee on my suits. I've already dropped them off at a dry-cleaners, they'll be ready late this afternoon. Sorry." "Mulder, do you have any idea how irritating you are?" "What did I do now?" "Any other person would be having a domestic crisis, but you just throw on some casual clothes, including a $1500 English hacking jacket, and you make every other man in the airport look like they're wearing their $200 graduation suit and wildly out of place. I'm standing here in my best suit and everyone that sees us thinks I'm your secretary. You're a real challenge sometimes." "I can change into jeans and leather jacket if you prefer." "Lord, no. I didn't bring enough ammunition to shoot half the female population of Indiana. You're gorgeous like you are, but you in jeans and a leather jacket is an engraved invitation to wild sex." "Scully?" "I've decided to stop pussy-footing around, and tell you what I think and feel. No more repression, straight out candor." "I challenge you? I'm afraid you're setting yourself up for disappointment. I'm just an ordinary guy, rubbing against forty real hard." "And the man I love. That makes up for a lot. A whole lot. More than anything else." *** He ushered her into passenger seat of the Crown Victoria saying, "I got in last night, so I've already been to the field office and picked up a pool car and the files. I think I saved enough on transportation that we can justify the rooms I've rented. We can review the files this afternoon and evening, and be ready to go in the morning." He pulled up behind a Residence Inn. "Two bedroom, two bath suite with a sitting area and office. Small attached kitchen, only $140 a night." "That only leaves about $30 bucks a day each to eat on." "We should be able to do that. I'm cooking your breakfast and supper. This is more or less an efficiency apartment with maid service, although there are a couple of features of interest. A two person Jacuzzi and the storm closets. If you hear a siren, or we get a call of a tornado warning, we need to get in a closet. It's steel reinforced concrete set solid in the ground, and should stand up to any storm. Would you like to shower and change before we get some lunch? I know you got up early to catch your plane." "That would be nice. Shed the jacket and veg out in front of the TV. I'll be out in half an hour." When she came out in a pair of Khaki pants and a salmon tank top, she was a little more composed and Mulder was scribbling furious notes as Bugs Bunny foiled Marvin the Martian again. She plopped herself down next to him and said, "You realize this violates all observed laws of physics, don't you?" "Ah, my love, you don't realize the new paradigm this has given me. Instead of standing up to the aliens and the Consortium like Yosemite Sam, I need to out-sneak and out- think them like Bugs Bunny. I'd bet the alien rebels planted this as a clue on how to defeat the invasion, it's nearly contemporaneous with the initial contacts." "Fox William Mulder, you are either brilliant or an idiot. Who else in this world would make strategic plans based on a fifty year old entertainment for children?" The credits started to roll, Mulder copied down the name of the writer, then switched off the TV. He turned to her and said, "Our choices for lunch are Burger King, Subway, IHOP or Applebee's, or we can get the car and ride around and find something else." "What have you planned for supper?" "Minestrone, Caesar Salad and Vegetable Alfredo with Angel Hair Pasta. A nice bottle of domestic Chianti, and Gelato and Coffee for after." "Subway." She ordered a six inch veggie delight without cheese, and lemon wedges for dressing. He ordered a foot long Roast Beef and three cookies. They carried them back to the room and set their lunch on the patio table. Mulder brought out a bottle of water for her and a can of ice tea for himself. "Mulder, I've admitted that I love you, and deduced that you love me. What are we going to do about it." "We have a range of options, ranging from giving the Bureau the finger, getting married and getting a normal life to keeping things as they are, with a platonic relationship, or anything between. Your choice. Oh, and your deduction is correct." "What do you want?" "You. Any way you want to give yourself to me." "Anything else?" "Secondary is keeping at our job. I think we do some good, and I'd like to stay while we're making a contribution." "How about somewhere in between. While we're on the clock, hands off, but when the work is done, hands on. We'll start with keeping two residences, and see where it leads us. You're a bachelor slob, and I'm a fussy old maid with a sharp tongue. Living together might create more tension than the early stages of a relationship could stand, but I think you're trainable." "Sounds good to me. It lets me say a couple times a day that I love you." "We will try that then. On the road, we need to set a definite end point to work. I am not going to try to explain to some deputy why we're cuddled up in the back seat when we are supposed to be on stakeout." "OK. This evening's end point is after we've read the files and discussed what our preliminary conclusions are." "That sounds acceptable." *** 8:30 PM Airport Residence Inn Indianapolis "Scully, over the last two weeks we have six instances of a man calling the local field office the morning before a tornado complaining about fornication and giving rather an exact description of the tornado and damage that afternoon. Four people were killed in two separate incidents. I'd argue that either he's precognitive or causing and/or controlling the tornadoes. Any sign in the autopsy reports that anything but the tornado killed the victims?" "No, but in the morning I want you to take a look at the victims' backgrounds and see if there is any sort of connection. Let's look for motive, we don't have enough to point to method or means yet. I'll interview the coroner, to see if he has any feelings that he didn't write down." "All right. We've reviewed the files and planned tomorrow's work. Is there anything more we can accomplish tonight?" "No, I don't think so." "Let's take off Mulder and Scully, and put on Fox and Dana. What do you want to do first, neck or jump into the Jacuzzi?" "Why not neck in the Jacuzzi?" "That sounds acceptable." *** Scully settled herself so that she received direct stimulation from one of jets of the spa, then pulled Mulder beside her. She pulled him down for a long, thrilling kiss. One of his hands held her at the neck, pulling her closer. The other was moving slowly up and down her body, exciting her beyond all reason. She suddenly realized she didn't need reason at the moment, she only needed to feel as her lover drove her higher and higher. His hand drifted lower and lower, then his thumb was on her clitoris as his fingers spread her labia and allowed the jets to stimulate her even more directly. She began mewling and grunting as her orgasm began. "Oh. Umm. Ah. Mulder, don't stop, don't ever stop. Agggh." When she came back to herself, she was sitting in Mulder's lap, his erection pressing firmly against her buttocks, his lips whispering declarations of love into her ear as he nibbled on it. He lifted her out of the tub and carried her over to the towel rack. The heated towel felt wonderful, the roughness stimulating her nearly as much as the whispered endearments that poured unceasingly into her ear. "Mulder, carry me to bed. I don't think I can walk that far." He swept her off her feet and carried her to the king sized bed. She pulled back the covers, then, when he dropped her, she held out her arms and sighed, "Come here." He covered her, but he was resting his weight on his elbows. She reached up and pulled him down to rest all his weight on her. "I don't want a gentleman now, taking his weight on his elbows, I want the elemental Fox, that possesses his woman in all possible ways. Cover me. Weigh me down. Fuck me. Do it now." He reached down to guide himself into her. His long, slow strokes drove her higher and higher, far more than the stimulation of the Jacuzzi, far more than she had ever been before. The combination of his size and the love she felt for him was more than she could stand. She spasmed again, screaming, "Mulder, I love you." Suddenly their tryst was interrupted by a shrill, constant ringing of the telephone. Scully encouraged Mulder to ignore it, but the insistent emergency ringing caused him to roll off of her and answer the phone. "This is an emergency message from the front desk. There has been a tornado sighted in this area. Please go to the emergency shelter immediately. Repeat. This is an emergency message from the front desk. There has been a tornado sighted in this area. Please go to the emergency shelter immediately." "Tornado coming, Scully. Let's get to the shelter right now." He grabbed his boxers and a robe for Scully, then dragged her and a handful of pillows and the towels to the closet. The storm closet was designed for short people. Scully was comfortable until Mulder began crowding in. To make some room, she sat him against the wall, then straddled his legs and kissed him. "If I remember correctly, before we were so rudely interrupted you were about a foot and a half into me, driving me swiftly towards the my third orgasm of the evening." "I think you've got the general idea, although some of the details aren't exact." She reached down and placed him at her entrance, then sank onto him. "I like this. I can kiss your face rather than your shoulder blade." The wind began howling as she sped up. The louder the wind, the faster she went, until the freight train sound of the tornado passed overhead as she reached her climax. This time, Mulder was with her, pumping into her, filling her, calling her name in a hoarse shout. They cuddled for a moment, sated, then Mulder made a comment. "Wow." She responded, "Yeah, wow." "Do you think the storm's over?" "Sounds like." She reached down and caressed him. "I know that storm is over for a good long while." She could feel his grin even in the dark of the closet. "Let's go check the damage." There wasn't really much damage, just the patio furniture being thrown through the plate glass patio door. The kitchen/dining area was littered in glass and water, but all the furniture was fine. Mulder picked up the phone. "Mulder in 101. We've got a little storm damage, the patio door is broken and there is glass and water all over the dining area." [I'll send housekeeping and maintenance right down. Will plywood over the door be OK until tomorrow? We don't have any replacement doors on hand. Or would you like another room?] "No, this room is fine. Housekeeping and boarding up the window tonight, window replacement tomorrow?" [Yes, Sir. And tonight is free because of the inconvenience.] "Thanks" *** "Scully, housekeeping and maintenance will be here in a few minutes. I'm going to put on some pants, you can go crash, I'll wait for them." "I'll stay up with you, if you can stand the embarrassment of having me draped all over you when housekeeping comes." "Only if you can stand the embarrassment of having me commission a dozen billboards in DC saying 'Dana Scully Loves Me.' I'm prouder of that than any other thing that's happened to me in my life." "Mulder, I think you're trying to sweet talk me." "To quote a friend, 'Absolute candor.' I'm not going to hide my feelings from you ever again." A knock came at the door, and a call "Housekeeping". Scully scurried for the bedroom. Mulder went to answer the door in his boxers. The two middle aged maids took in Mulder in his boxers, half erect from Scully's caresses, and looked at one another. Scully came out dressed in her Khakis and tank top, no bra. "Where would like us to start, ma'am?" "Just clean up the dining area and kitchen, there's glass and water all over. You can leave the supper dishes for the morning crew." While they were wearing out the Shop-Vac sucking up all the water and glass, Carl and Ed came and began boarding up the window. Carl apologized to Mulder, saying, "Sir, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but this is just temporary. Our supplier has replacement doors, but he doesn't open until seven. We'll have the job done before lunch tomorrow. I'm sorry you won't be able to watch the sunrise at breakfast tomorrow, it's really nice this time of year." "Thanks, guys, I really appreciate your care of us." Mulder shook their hands and passed them each a ten as he did so. As the ladies from housekeeping finished, Scully fished in her purse for a tip to give to the women, saying with her best smile, "Thank you for taking care of us, ladies. I really appreciate it." "You're entirely welcome, ma'am, and thank you. Have a nice evening." They giggled at each other, and cleared their equipment out of the rooms. *** Scully woke to the murmur of the TV in the next room, missing cuddling in his arms. When she went to the sitting room, she found he was watching "Class of Nukem High." He was engrossed in the scene with giant mutant groundhog. His attention was immediately diverted when a naked, squirmy Scully landed in his lap. "Mulder, I realize you don't care about your sleep, but I care about mine. I find I don't sleep well when you're not in my arms. Come to bed." "Aw, Scully," he whined, "this is one of the great classics of American cinematography. Wouldn't you like to see how it ends?" "No. I want to sleep, and I can only do that if you're my teddy bear. C'mon." She turned off the TV, and pulled on his hand, leading him to the bedroom. *** Mulder woke to his usual erotic dream of Scully, although this seemed to be a new one, the warmth and dampness around his cock was so real that he was about to go off without touching himself. He cracked open an eye and saw a little red head bobbing up and down between his thighs. He arched his hips into the wonderful feeling before gaining his composure, then chuckled and said, "Good Morning to you, too, Scully." "Moanen," She groaned around her mouthful. "Come here, I want to kiss you good morning." "Doan wanna" She swirled her tongue around the head and sucked harder. Then she scraped her teeth across the head, causing even more sensation. "Jesus, Scully, let go before I give you a mouthful of surprise." "Wan' id." She sucked harder, moving her head up and down at a faster rate and down and reaching with the other to massage his prostate. He gave himself over to the sensation, moaning and hunching his hips into her face. He felt himself ejaculate and saw her hand wrapped around the base pound into her lips as she convulsed and swallowed. His strangled scream of relief carried her to her own orgasm with just the stimulation of rubbing herself on his knee. *** Scully ruminated as the hot spray of the shower hit her. When she went out for breakfast, she found orange juice, cantaloupe, English Muffins with Marmalade and a mushroom omelet. The coffee was flavored with French Vanilla. "Mulder! I can't eat this much breakfast, I won't be able to eat again until Thursday." "Just eat what you want. We have an active day before us, so you need to have some fuel. I promise a light supper and vigorous physical activity at the end of the day to work off some of the calories." Part Two: The X-File Late in the morning. Driving to Another Interview "Mulder, both of the dead women showed signs of recent consensual sex. No forcing, the only tissue under the women's fingernails matched scratches on the men's backs. They were known to be dating the guys they were with. The coroner didn't report it because the cause of death was obviously blunt force trauma from the storm." "The only points in common I can generate for the other four couples is at least one of them comes from tornado country, and knows to head for a shelter when the warning sounds, and they were engaged in mind bending sex when the warning sounded." "Mulder, you said that the warning calls railed against fornication? That's a rather exact description of what we were engaged in last night." "And we had a tornado in our laps." "Coincidence." "Possibly, but give me the odds." "How?" "Poltergeist? Psychic Energy? Demons? Spirits? The wrath of an angry God?" "A really good guesser?" "Targeting seven attractive unmarried couples in their thirties that were expressing their love for one another physically? In the other six instances, the tornado traveled in a fairly straight line, in ours it made a one hundred and thirty degree dogleg into the path of the storm and came straight towards us." "Why?" "Someone doesn't like fornication. We know that much. I wonder how he gets his targets." "Observing people and following them home?" "Worked and lived all over town. Indianapolis is a fairly large city and these people's paths didn't ordinarily intersect. Only one couple had been on a date the night of their tornado, and that was just a movie and dessert at the mall." "That sounds nice. What about the couples, did they work together?" "Two did, the other four didn't. One pair worked in the same building, one met at the gym, one pair met at the guy's bookstore and the first couple met at church." They looked at each other in wild surmise as the penny dropped. "Where's that file, Mulder?" "In the back seat." Scully leaned over the back seat and Mulder's throat went dry as she waved her perfect little ass in his face. She came back over the seat with the file and a phone book. "Scully, warn me next time you do that, your butt is very distracting." "Mulder, pay attention. St. Andrew's Presbyterian." She opened the phone book, got the phone number and address and started dialing. "This is Special Agent Dana Scully of the FBI. Will the pastor be available for a few minutes this morning?" "We'll be there in about twenty minutes." *** The secretary ushered them into the pastor's office, and they introduced themselves. Mulder took his clue from the nameplate on the desk, 'H. Hartford Browne, Th.D.'. "Doctor Browne, we're doing some background checks on Jennifer MacGilvray and Theodore Johnson. There is a suspicion of foul play in their deaths. Could you give us some background?" "Foul play? They died in a tornado." "Yes, but the morning before the storm, someone called the local FBI office saying where the storm would hit." "Oh, my. Well, Jennifer and Todd met about three years ago when Todd moved to town and began attending services here. Like most churches, we cater mainly to families, so as two single people, they drifted together. Jennifer grew up in this Church, and kept coming after her mother died. They became friends, which was good, because they were both lonely people." "Was there any indication that they were more than friends?" "I'm not going to answer that because of pastoral privilege." "Fine. What are your church teachings on fornication?" "We certainly don't encourage it, but I don't inquire closely about what two reasonable adults without other commitments choose to do, especially if there is mutual esteem and liking. Kids, on the other hand, get a full dose of the difference between love and lust, and I give a yearly sermon about adultery that I cribbed from Jonathan Edwards." "Sinners at the Hands of an Angry God?" "That's the one." "Are there any other adult singles in the Church?" "Except for several aged widows, no. Wait a minute, there's Don Pleasant. He is the same age as Jennifer, and still occasionally accompanies his mother to church." "Could you give us your impressions of Jennifer and Todd?" "Certainly. Jennifer was a very passionate, intuitive woman. It was a great help in her profession, she worked for the County as a counselor at the youth detention facility. Because so much of the trouble she saw was drug related, she never indulged in alcohol. Todd, on the other hand, was a very analytical man, which was probably a virtue in his profession as an accountant. He was quite learned in the Bible and theology. He very challenging in adult Sunday School, and I was about to draft him as a high school Sunday School teacher. He had just made partner in his firm. I don't think he drank much either, at softball games he'd drink water rather than beer like the other guys. After the game, he occasionally had one." *** "So, Scully, what do you think?" "That if the storm hadn't come, Dr. Browne would have been marrying them this time next year, and they would have been deliriously happy for the next fifty years, or at least as happy as two Calvinists could be. One or the other of them approached Dr. Browne about their relationship, and he was probably supportive." "And I think we need to talk to Don Pleasant." *** "Mr. Pleasant, I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI. This is my partner, Dana Scully. May we talk for a few moments?" "Sure, come on in. Can I get you anything?" "Yeah, do you have any coffee? We were up all night because a tornado seemed to be targeting us. We spent the night huddling in a storm shelter." While Pleasant was fussing with the coffee, Mulder swiftly noted all the titles on his bookshelf. When Pleasant returned, Mulder drifted gently around the topics of Jennifer and fornication, then started talking about the Native American spirituality texts on his shelf. *** "Mulder, talk to me." "I think he had a bad case of unrequited love for Jennifer, and was very angry that she chose another man. Especially since they were expressing their affection in physical ways. He was quite upset with us when I told him we'd had a tornado, that was a very hateful look he gave you. "I'm going to have to spend some time in the library tomorrow, but I think most of his library was Anthropology studies about summoning and controlling Native American spirits, especially those controlling weather. We may need to go to Peru, the Miami tribal headquarters, to see if there are any shamans still around." "Check with the field office, they generally have a Rolodex full of odd sources." *** Afternoon, same day. Indianapolis Perdue-University of Indiana Dept. of Anthropology "Dr. Bear, I'm Agent Mulder and this is my partner, Agent Scully." "Oh, yes, SAC Jensen called. Something about weather spirits?" Dr. Bear was a spare, dark man in his late twenties, with the slightly pinched look of an academic. "Not quite, sir. There have been a series of very unusual tornadoes recently. They seem to be targeted, and the person with the reason for targeting seems quite interested in local Native American Spirits. " "You've come to the right place. My grandmother trained me as a shaman, and I parlayed that into my thesis. Let me think for a moment." "Aha, that's it." He reached for a loose-leaf binder and swiftly turned towards the rear. "This is a photocopy of a French priest's journal who tried to convert here in the mid eighteenth century. He mentions a spirit that could control storms, and granny told me it was very dangerous, and very hard to send back." Scully interjected, "How does it find its target?" "You can target it on an activity, but if someone else performs the same act with more emotion, the storm will be redirected. It's not at all selective." "Can it be stopped?" "Maybe. We'd have to bait it and catch it while it's in a fury." "If we do, can it be called up again?" "No. The dismissal is very painful to the spirit." "How involved is the ceremony?" "Five minutes under the right conditions, but we've got to have bait, the same thing he's been attacking." *** 6:30 PM Airport Residence Inn Indianapolis Over grilled trout, wild rice and mushrooms and steamed wild greens, with a half bottle of a flinty Chardonnay, they made idle chat until Scully sprang her questions. "So, Mulder, what about it?" "What about what?" "Pleasant and bait?" "I can break Pleasant in about a half an hour. If I do it in front of State Psychologists, he'll be in the state institute for the terminally confused for a good long while, especially if his mother signs off. We'd never convict him in court, but that would get him off the streets for a while, and might stop his dabbling in things he doesn't understand." "And the bait? That feels a lot like putting on a floorshow to me." "I'd like to do a test tonight, just to see if knowing bait will attract the spirit." "What sort of test?" She asked suspiciously. "Test to see if we can attract the spirit tonight by fornicating, even if we know about it." "I swear, Mulder, if I ever find this is some elaborate set-up to get in my pants, I'm going to kill you." "Trust me Scully, I'm innocent." "You're a lot of things, Mulder, some of them wonderful, but none of them are innocent." *** Next Morning After another tornado at their hotel. "Dr. Bear, this is Agent Mulder. Scully and I are good to go, beginning this afternoon. We've got an interrogation this morning, but should be finished by 11:00 AM." [Great, Agent Mulder. Head on out to my place, Box 1013 RFD 4. Head north on the interstate, take the Wilcox Road exit west and look for the box number, it's about seven miles. The house is on the right. It's about a forty-five minute drive from downtown.] *** "Agent Mulder, I see you found the place. This is a perfect afternoon for our ceremony, late afternoon thunderstorms are forecast. Let me show you the set up. I assume you and Agent Scully will be the bait. You will be in the storm shelter," pointing to a low earthen mound with heavy wooden doors, "and I'll set up over next to the stream," pointing to a copse of trees about two hundred yards away. "Won't you be in danger out in the open like that?" "That rise I'm setting up on is the top of a little rock cave. I'll be in that cave in five seconds if I feel in any danger. I need a couple of hours prep time, so I'll leave you to your own devices. Be sure to get in the storm cellar when the sky gets dark." "Mulder, do you think he knows what we're about to do?" "Probably, but I didn't tell him directly. Let's check out the storm cellar." As they went in, they saw the low roofed shelter and a twin sized airbed with clean sheets crowding the entire floor of the shelter. A stack of towels was at the foot of the bed. Scully gasped, "He most certainly does know what the 'bait' is." "Shamans from Stone Age cultures tend to be an earthy lot. I'm not fond of the idea myself, this is private, between us, but who else could we get? Could we call for volunteers?" "I still feel like an exhibitionist." "Forget why we're doing this here. Just remember that I love you. Remember we're in a safe place, with the door barred. No one can see or hear us through any natural means. We can even turn out the lights, and nothing but the loudest sounds can get in, and no sounds can get out. It will just be us, in our own little world. We don't have do anything for the case but love each other." The words murmured in her ear soothed her and excited her at the same time. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him over to the bed, sinking down on it. He sank next to it, lowering his lips to hers, thrilling her with his obsession with her. He sat up and began untying his boots, then took her shoes and untied them, then removed the socks. He began rubbing her arches, his strong thumbs digging almost deeply, soothing and relaxing her feet. "Jesus, Mulder, you could make me come from a foot rub." He reached over and began unbuttoning her, kissing each square inch of skin he uncovered. When her shirt was completely unbuttoned, including the cuff buttons where he had kissed and tongued the insides of her wrists, he slipped the shirt off of her. He reached behind her and undid her bra with one hand, slipped it off at tossed to one side. He rolled her on her back and began kissing her again while he grasped her breasts, thumbing her already erect nipples into even harder peaks. She sat up and pulled his shirt off, tracing patterns all over his chest, across his shoulders and down across his pecs and abs. As she reached the button on his jeans, she leaned in and lightly bit his nipples, then immediately soothed them with butterfly kisses. He moaned and slid his hands under her waistband, cupping her ass in large, warm hands and pulling her tightly to him. She felt his erection against her, and shivered in anticipation and need. He pulled her higher, kissing her again, rubbing their naked torsos together. He reached around to the side and undid her zipper and button and slid her pants and underwear down. Looking at her in the glow of the single candle, he was overcome by waves of lust. With very little finesse he dove into her crotch, licking and sucking and nipping with an animal like intensity. She surrendered to the lust, pulling him deeper into her with her legs as her hands flew to her breasts and began pinching and pulling her nipples. "Oh, Oh, Oh Mulder, that's it. Right there. Oh, that's wonderful." He didn't hear her, because her thighs were clamped over his ears. When she came, she nearly broke his neck with her convulsions, and her coyote howl was muffled by her thighs. She lay back, spent. Mulder rolled his head to loosen the kinks, pulled a few red-gold hairs from between his teeth, then said, "Scully, you're going to kill me. You almost broke my neck." "Shut up and kiss me, Mulder." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned over to kiss her. She could still taste herself in his mouth, the salty sweet flavor reminding her of what he had just done. She reached down between them and fitted him into her. He slid in easily, much easier than usual because of the preparation. When he was just touching her cervix, she began her Kegel exercises, forcing him against her G-Spot, he moaned, "So hot, so tight, so slick. I love you Scully." She shifted her angle slightly so that his long slow strokes were rubbing against her clit. She used her heels on his buttocks to urge him deeper and faster, giving a little moan of loss when he withdrew and a purr of ecstasy when he stroked in. She clenched as her orgasm began, drumming her heels on his butt and convulsed with another howl. They rested for a moment, wrapped in each other, Mulder still erect, and heard Dr. Bear pounding on the door. "Mulder, Scully, are you OK." Mulder began deflating as Scully answered, "Just fine, Dr. Bear. We'll be out in a minute." They poked their heads out like cautious groundhogs, looking around for the storm. It was a grey afternoon, with a light drizzle, no sign of any thunderstorm. Mulder asked, "How did it go?" "Completely dismissed. That was wonderful, it's the biggest ceremony I've ever done, and it was successful. It went just like granny said. I'm going to get a huge paper out of this." End *** 1. A tornado. Check 2. Sex in a crowded place. Check 3. A Marvin the Martian cartoon. Check. 4. A broken coffeepot, not related to the tornado. Check. 5. A groundhog. Check 6. A cold shower. Check. 7. A vase with dead flowers in it. Check