From: nja *** To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] MulderLocations 01; 1/2 Date: Sunday, July 22, 2001 1:09 PM TITLE: Mulder Locations AUTHORS: Nancy & Spooky's Girl RATING: Definitely NC-17 DISCLAIMER: They're not ours; we're only borrowing them to play with for a bit. They will be returned in tiptop shape, well at least Scully anyway; we may keep Mulder a little longer for ourselves... SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully go the Carnival AUTHORS' NOTES: This is the first in (hopefully) an on-going series. It came out of a typical, nightly, Mulder chat about the best 'locations' for Mulder smut. Well, that list has surpassed 100 locations and continues to grow. We hope your enjoy our 'creative endeavors'. By the way, the list is not for sale in any country... *g* FEEDBACK: always, feed us!! (Nancy) abracadabra1754@hotmail.com (SG) denisegilliland@hotmail.com He was early today, unusually early, which meant he had something up his sleeve no doubt. In the seven years that Scully has known him, he had never been early for anything, and things still hadn't changed much even after they started sleeping with each other. Today was obviously the exception though, and she didn't know whether to be excited or scared. He had this night planned for nearly a week, now, although he'd given no clue as to what they were going to do. It was supposed to be a first date of sorts, considering they'd never really had one before. But who said they had to follow the rules of the book on dating, it only seemed proper that they'd become sexually involved before going on a date. It would be too normal, too mainstream for them. He wasn't very clear with his instructions when talking to her a few days before either. "Dress casual, as if you're going to a picnic, which you're not by the way, but also look like you're prepared for a night on the town. That means no G-woman suits." Well of course she wasn't going to wear a suit tonight; she didn't wear a suit unless she was working. Besides, tonight was special, and she was going to dress for it appropriately, or not quite so appropriately would be the better term. She had just the dress for the occasion, too. She had bought it a year ago while shopping with her mother, just never found the perfect time to wear it until now. It was nothing really special, your average typical sun dress, but like Mulder's instructions, it was casual yet dressy enough for a night out on the town, and he was going to flip when he saw it! And he was going to flip even more when he decided to remove it later on in the night, and she had every intention of making sure that he would remove it. Mulder knew it was going to be a long night the minute she stepped out of the door and down the walkway. At the moment he was extremely thankful he had decided to wear loose khaki chinos instead of his usual restricting jeans. He needed the extra room, although with each passing second he found himself filling out more. Maybe he should have worn his pair a size up, but he certainly didn't expect her to be wearing what she was. The sun dress she wore was blue with tiny white flowers on it, and cut off mid thigh leaving a huge expanse of Scullyskin just dying to be gazed at, and touched and rubbed...he quickly cleared his head of all thoughts and focused on the rest of the dress. The top was form fitting, and clung to every inch of her, revealing all curves imaginable and leaving nothing to the imagination. It was spaghetti strapped and low cut around the front, and at one glance he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The light blue color contrasted the fiery red waves of her hair, and it looked so soft. He got the sudden image of bare legs wrapped in sheets and his hands running through her hair as his mouth trailed down her neck, nipping, biting, licking, sucking, tasting... "So Mulder, where'd you get the truck?" Her one eyebrow was raised in question; it was one of his favorite mental images of her. He had forgotten that he hadn't arrived in his car, but instead a large late model black Dodge Dakotah 4x4 with dark tinted windows. "A neighbor friend of mine. His daughter is taking her driving test tomorrow and needs a car and all he owns is the truck. He gave me the truck for the night so she could go out practicing with the car. Sweet deal huh? Just listen to this baby purr." At that moment in time however, he didn't quite care about the truck purring, he wanted to hear Scully purr and moan as he stroked and petted her using both hands and mouth, pushing just the right buttons to make her scream and call his name... "Hop in, let's go." The truck sped down the interstate heading in the direction of Alexandria for all Scully could tell, but where in Alexandria still remained a mystery. There were a lot of places they could visit on a Friday night, and ninety-five percent of them called for casual dress. Maybe he was just trying to whisk her off to someplace private, such as his apartment and just wanted something that could be removed easily, but then why would he be wearing his good chinos, which were fitting just a tad snugly, she noticed with a grin. "So you haven't told me where we're going yet, Mulder." "You don't expect me to reveal all my secrets, do you Scully? What kind of FBI agent would you be, if you couldn't figure anything out, without my giving away the answers?" "I'm a damn good one, and you know it, but you can't help me for being curious can you?" Her hand could no longer resist sitting nicely on his lap, and slowly, as seconds passed she crept up on him, feeling the heat from his thigh emanate through his pants and burn into her hand. "I mean how fair is it," her hand continued to rub slowly, languidly up and down the inside of his thigh, caressing and massaging the higher up she went, "that you know where we're going and I don't? What if I don't like this place?" She looked upon him with lidded eyes, trying to portray a sense of innocence, he knew she was trying to feign. He was breathing erratically, her touch obviously disturbing the sense of calm he had about him when she first climbed into the large truck. "I think you'll like it, it's not your average, everyday, activity around town." Her hand crawled up further until it hit home, her index finger trailing a path of fire on his skin, from base to tip of his hardness, underneath the soft fabric. If there was any question of his reaction to her earlier, there certainly wasn't now. "You better stop that Scully, if you want to make it where to we're going, alive." "Who says I want to go anywhere?" Her blue eyes, which had gone deep in color, from obvious arousal, followed his line of sight right down to where her finger was drawing circles around the root of his hardened cock, watching it twitch and his hips squirm, as she continued her slow torture. "Maybe I just want to stay right here in the truck." He didn't need to ask twice, as the truck found *its* own way to the side of the road in a patch of darkness, his hand grabbing a blanket left in the back of the cab and he opened his door. "Get out." His eyelids had grown heavy the minute she dared to touch him while driving, and it was exquisite torture just sitting there and not being able to do anything but stare at the road ahead of him. As much as he loved the feeling of her hot hands all over his body, especially that particular member of his anatomy, he wanted more. A lot more and the damn carnival he was taking her to could wait a little bit longer as he pulled over to the side of the road. Who needed clowns and rides anyway, when they could get an early date fuck in? And he was sure she wouldn't object to the delay either. He would make sure she didn't and hopefully, if he did his job right, she'd be in a daze the rest of the way and keep those hands off of him so he could keep them alive just a little bit longer. His only problem was the space was a little bit cramped. It's not that they couldn't work around it, Scully fit very well in his lap, but any passersby, with their headlights on, would be able to get a good show, and he wanted her all for himself. The box of the flatbed was high enough though, to keep passing cars from seeing them, and its eight-foot frame was more than long enough to stretch his six-foot body out in. He should thank his neighbor for packing them a blanket as well, as it would be handy in keeping the area clean and offer extra comfort to Scully, not that she was going to need it, mind you, she'd probably have other things on her mind, than how comfortable she was lying on a blanket. The hand on his cock was a dead give away. He just hoped that dress survived the night; it'd be a shame to arrive at the carnival with a torn dress, not that he would mind seeing more Scullyskin. "In the woods?" her voice was deep and husky, and contained the same urgency that he felt coursing through him. "No, the flatbed, crawl in." He set the blanket down and pushed her backwards, roughly, against it. It was his turn to be the predator, her turn to be the prey. The blanket was a dark green and blue plaid, made of a thick, soft fleece, the perfect combination to make the scene look campy, yet comfortable, not that she was looking for campy or comfortable at the moment. At the moment she was looking for anything but comfortable, preferably hot, hard and rushed. And the look in his eyes, as he maintained eye contact with her, while putting the blanket down, told her he wanted the same thing. He pushed her against the back of the flatbed, her back resting against the cab window, her knees bent and slightly open in front of her. Her skirt hung just between her legs, so that he couldn't see her state of undress underneath, although she could definitely feel it. The cool air of the night and the small breeze blowing against her made her feel even more exposed than she was, and even more aroused. She could feel herself dripping down the side of her leg, and if Mulder looked closely enough, no doubt he could see it, too. He was advancing toward her, on his hands and knees like a cat hunting in the dark, his eyes wild and untamed, full of desire and unadulterated lust. "You're being a very bad girl tonight, aren't you Agent Scully? Trying to delay us from reaching our final destination. Very bad indeed." Her head rested against the back of the truck window, her eyes never leaving his and her breath was heavy as she listened to him speak. His voice ran over her like honey, melting her resolve to remain calm, and ignited the fire raging inside of her even further. Her breasts grew heavy under his gaze, nipples hardening to a peak beneath the soft cloth of her dress. Every breath she took allowed the cotton of the dress to move and rub itself against her, tickling and teasing and sending bolts of electricity, straight to her core. "You're the one who stopped us, I would have been quite content on waiting a couple of hours." He knelt inches from her, his scent invading all of her senses, making her dizzy. "Well in that case," his face moved even closer. His breath was on her lips, five o'clock shadow barely brushing her cheek, and his hand now on her thigh, was moving further north with each passing second. "We can just stop right now and follow the evening as originally planned." He was right there, taunting her she realized, playing with her and teasing her with his mere presence. "Don't you dare!" In less than a second, she closed the space between them and opened her mouth to him, just as his hand hit home. He was soft and pliant as she nipped and tugged at his full, lower lip, yet his mouth was crushed to her with a bruising force that was to be reckoned with. His hot tongue fought its way inside her mouth and ran along the sides and roof, sending shivers through her, as his breath intermingled with hers. The smell of coffee, sunflower seeds and distinctly his own scent could be tasted in her mouth and she had to fight the overwhelming desire just to melt right there. Instead she kept up with him, pace for pace, thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. She alone had become addicted to the way he kissed, his oral fixation proving to be an invaluable tool time and time again, working both her mouth, and other places in ways that took her to heights she'd never dreamed of. Mulder's hand never stopped either, and his breath caught in his throat, as he quickly learned she was not wearing any underwear beneath her skirt. He noticed the lack of bra right away, but if he had known she was this bare, this open to him, he would never have allowed her to leave the apartment, substituting the night at the carnival with a couple bouts of the horizontal mambo instead. A familiar twitch and heat spread over his cock like a blanket at the thought, and it strained even further against the zipper of his chinos. He didn't think it was possible to be this hard. "Christ, you're so wet, I can't believe you were sitting next to me all this time with nothing on underneath. Do you have any idea what it does to me?" His thumb glided back and forth over her folds, spreading her slick juices before moving inward. His mental processes were at work as he quickly maneuvered his hand so it rested over Ôthe spot'; his heel on her already swollen clit and index finger making it's way inside of her. "I can tell you what it does to me." Her inner wall clenched his finger like a vice, squeezing as he slowly stroked the front, lightly scraping his fingernail over her G-Spot for emphasis. "I can tell you what the very thought of having easy access to you, to do this, does to me." His thumb ran over her swollen nub once, and she rewarded him with a very slurred, "Mullldeeerrr..." Her eyes shut and cheeks became flushed, immediately, at the combination of his finger moving, and the brief contact of his thumb. "It makes me want to go Ôall primal' for a change." Flick. "Forget my up bringing, as a decent guy." The pad of his thumb found its way back and rested lightly on her clit, causing her hips to arch for further contact while his index finger continued to thrust in and out of her slowly and languidly. "It makes me want to drop whatever I'm doing and slam you against the wall and just fuck the life out of you." He pulled away and she moaned at the loss, yearning for further contact and gratification as she felt as his finger slipped out of her. "I want to feel myself inside of you." His finger thrust back inside, her body welcoming it hungrily hoping to extinguish the fire he had started. "I want to feel your heat as I ram myself into you over and over again." A second finger slipped in to join the first one. "Seeing you like this makes me want to do things to make you moan and gasp and call my name." His third finger slipped in and he picked up the pace. "You think you can do that Scully?" "Do what?" her voice was breathy, barely recognizable as her own as she breathed heavily in time with his fingers thrusting into her over and over furiously. She arched her hips looking for deeper penetration, but it wasn't enough. She needed him inside of her right now, she felt as if she was ready to explode, the pleasure becoming more intense with each touch. "Call my name Scully, I want you to call my name." "Now Mulder, I can't hold off any longer, you've got to join me now." "I'll join you soon enough, right now I just want you to scream." "Can't," she started to pant. "Need you with me." Hazel met blue, her eyes wide and clouded over so badly that she couldn't' see anything but him looming over him. Sheer power was emanating off him, making her hotter by the moment, closer to fulfilling this basic command of his. "Come for me Scully." His fingers slipped out. "Let me hear you call my name." Hands pushed her knees further apart, causing her dress to bunch at the waist, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let me make you scream," he whispered before he turned over on his belly and his head disappeared beneath her, placing an open-mouthed kiss right where she needed it the most, driving her straight to the edge. Hips started bucking and legs thrashed furiously as he continued to suck, lap and thrust inside of her, drinking her in and leaving nothing left to spoil. The more he worked on her, the harder she came and he was right along side her all the way, catching her and grounding her. And did she scream! Scully had never been one to be very vocal during sex, but each encounter with Mulder seemed to produce varying results, this being her most intense yet. His name had become a mantra, a string of "Oh God Mulder" followed by another litany of, "Oh yeah, right there Mulder." She was sure the rest of the general traffic passing by would hear her, and for once she didn't' care, not when she still had his tongue inside of her. "You okay? You look like you're ready to collapse." She didn't know when she had managed to regain all her senses, but next thing she knew she was all straightened out again with Mulder buckling her seatbelt back in the cab of the of the truck. "My God that was intense, the voice thing just threw me off completely. Where did you learn to do that?" The truck roared to life as he shifted to first and pulled back onto the interstate. "Instinct, that's all. I've never tried I before, but you also threw me off completely by not wearing anything underneath." "Is that a problem?" "Hell no, I love the idea, it's like you're showing off, but only I know what it is." "And what about you? You're the one who practically threw me back in the bed to begin with, how come you didn't let me continue?" "Don't worry about me, I have other plans for the night that includes me, I'm sure you'll like the result." "Speaking of tonight, care to enlighten me now as to the plans?" She raised her one eyebrow in question, true to perfect Scully form. "Sure, we're here anyway," and he pulled inside a cobblestone parking lot surrounded by chains and found a space between a red sports car, and an SUV. "The Oronoco Bay Park Carnival?" *~*~*~*~*~*~* The air had cooled some due to the offshore breeze, but the remnants of the day's heat persisted. Brightly colored lights pierced the darkness as the blaring strains of the latest Top 40 mingled with the hawkers' voices and the synthesized calliope of the assorted carnival rides. Cotton candy, its warm and sweet scent wafted past them, followed by buttered popcorn, sausage on a stick and deep fried foods as they headed for the main gate. Holding hands, their fingers interlaced, they cast occasional, flirty glances at one and other; the earlier activities in the back of the Dakotah having lent a decidedly aroused air to their 'date'. Scully laughed, "This certainly wasn't what I was expecting when you said you planned, 'a night out'. And, Mulder, I think I 'owe you one'." The look he gave her in return assured her that he had a bit more of a surprise planned for her. "Okay, Scully; where do you want to go first?" "Well, I am a little hungry after that 'workout'." Scully looked like a child who'd just been told she had the key to the candy store. She pulled Mulder over to the cotton candy and candy apple booth. "Well, which is it going to be?" Scully indicated the cotton candy and Mulder asked for one large confection. The pale pink color happily clashed with Scully's red hair. Mulder almost couldn't see her face behind the large, rounded, heap of fluff. They continued to head down the main walkway, Scully pulling wads of sticky pink with her thumb, index and middle fingers, and then tonguing the wispy fluff. Watching her actions had a decided effect on Mulder as he took her free hand and pulled her away from the midway behind the Cotton Candy and Candy Apples booth. As she used her tongue and lips on the next piece of cotton candy, he leaned toward her and brought his lips very close to hers, the heat of his soft skin rendering the filaments into just so much liquid pink sugar that coated her lips, begging to be licked away. Getting into the spirit of the game, Mulder pulled at the confection, coming away with a trailing piece. He brought it to his own lips, drawing some into his mouth. Scully watched him with rapt attention. "Mulder, how is it that you can turn the simplest activity into something so sexy?" Between licking his bright pink lips, Mulder assured her that that was because the simplest activities *were* sexy. Scully shook her head, laughing. She tossed the remaining white paper stick with the last little bits of sticky fluff into the trash receptacle and shoved Mulder into the back of the booth. "Hey, Scully, if you want more, all you have to do is ask, really." His back against the pink, red and white candy striped canvass covering the booth, Mulder could barely make out Scully's eyes, but could very clearly feel her hands under his shirt. They were splayed out across his abs and moving in ever widening circles up toward his chest. "Uhhh, Scullee, I'm not quite finished with your surprise." "But I want to give you a little 'surprise', too, Mulder." One hand trailed from under his shirt to his waist. "I mean, I thought our relationship was based on our closeness, and," she drew her body closer until they touched, "a mutual desire to share." Her hand pressed first, gently, then, much more firmly, against the front of his chinos, feeling his rise to the spirit of her touch. "To give of ourselves to each other Mulderrrr." She pressed her body against her hand, creating a charged connection. Mulder, for his part, saw the benefits and merits to the manner in which she described the nature of their relationship, but he would be damned if he could remember exactly what he wanted to say about it. Instead, he merely, groaned, his head falling back against the candy striped canvass. Scully moved quickly, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping in record time. "Mulder, you have another surprise for me?" Scully ran her hands down over his hips, allowing his chinos to fall while her skin took in the silky jersey of his boxers. "These are interesting. Nice bit of flare." On her knees, Scully covered his rather substantial erection on the outside of the boxers with one hand and snaked her other up and against his leg underneath the slippery, slinky fabric. The dual sensations of fabric creating friction against his hard column and her skin holding his sac in her palm while running her thumb around and under almost did him in. "Are you enjoying your surprise, Mulder?" She purred up at him as she withdrew both hands barely long enough to slide the boxers down to his ankles. The cooling night air caused him to harden and spring forward. "This is supposed to be my surprise for you Scully" "I know, Mulder, but it takes two to tango." Mulder playfully slapped her hands away from him and drew her into a slow, deep and hot, full-body press. His lips sought hers and they nipped at one and other. He pulled back, readjusted his pants, still slightly breathless. She looked at him, eyebrow raised. In response, he took her hand, tugging her back to the midway. They were instantly assaulted by the throngs of visitors; mostly high school and college kids and couples at this time of night. Their fingers inter-twined, their hands swung between them. "Are you having fun, Scully?" Mulder's look was mirthful, the usual all too heavy worldly cares happily absent. Scully couldn't remember when she'd last seen him so carefree and content. Lost in Happy Mulder thoughts, she realized she had yet to answer his question. She gazed at him with a smile so bright; he though he just might burst. "Does that answer your question?" "Yes, it does." Mulder's pace picked up and Scully wondered where they were going or, more importantly, what he was up to, Mulder, her man with a plan. Then she saw it. At the far end of the midway, away from most of the rides and other attractions, sat The House of Reflections and Spooky's Haunted House. "Haunted House, Mulder? Don't we check out enough of this stuff on the job?" She noticed that there was no line at the House of Reflections as he steered her toward Spooky's. "Scully, Scully, Scully, so quick to judge." Mulder shook his head with feigned nonchalance. Just as they reached the long line, he placed a hand on each of her shoulders and steered her toward the House of Reflections. She stopped dead in front of the wooden ramp that led to the main entrance. Turning around, hands on her hips, she asked, "Okay, how come no one's on line for this attraction, Mulder?" he mimicked her stance and expression as he told her that he'd 'bought' the place for the night. "You 'bought' it? How? Why?" "Someone who knows Frohike owns the carnival. He said we could have it for tonight for the right price." "A friend of Frohike's? No good can come of this, Mulder. What was the price? Pictures of me? Maybe a few from the back of the truck?" she turned to walk away, back to the midway. "Oh no you don't, Scully," he grabbed her hand and with his long strides, she had to trot after him, "this is part of my surprise. "C'mon." Scully had to admit two things; her partner was definitely creative and she was just a little bit curious as to what he had planned. Once inside, Mulder locked the door and turned the lighting down; just enough to allow them to see where they would be going and to see each other, but not so much that it would produce glare from the mirrors. Scully recalled similar mirrored mazes from her childhood. She, Melissa, Bill and Charlie were invited to join the neighbors at a local carnival. She had been intrigued by House of Mirrors, trying desperately to figure out how to get out of the maze without walking into a mirrored wall. She had done very well until Bill had materialized behind her. She instantly saw his reflection in the mirror in front of her. It had scared her so much that she ran directly into several similar walls. This maze was bare bones, wooden floors, mirrored and non-mirrored walls and rather eerie music in the background. Mulder's choice, no doubt. She turned to ask him what the 'surprise' was and couldn't find him. She laughed, calling out to him. When she got no response, she started to make her way through the maze, watching her reflection and feeling her way along the walls with her hands, she had to give it to the owner, this one was trickier than most. She called out to Mulder again. No answer. She realized she had turned around and appeared to be going back to the entry point. Or was she? A tendril of anxiety curled in her belly. She stopped in the center of what appeared to be a totally reflective room. As she reached her hands out to follow the walls, she thought she heard something. She froze in her tracks, becoming increasingly worried over where she was, why Mulder hadn't answered her. She found herself facing a real passageway and took a step toward it. She felt a large hand cover her eyes as an arm snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against him. Momentarily startled, she let out a soft cry. When she felt his warm breath against her ear, her body relaxed a bit. "Let go of me, Mulder." She twisted in his grasp, her hands coming up to pull his from her eyes. "No, Scully." He pulled her tighter to him, backing them into the middle of the room. Then he stopped, running his forefinger over her brows, down her nose and to her lips. She licked her lips, taking his finger into her mouth in the process. He drew it out and slowly back in several times as Scully's head fell back against his chest. She nipped at his finger as he continued to explore her mouth with it. "Don't move." She wiggled her ass against the hard heat of him pressing against her backside. He gripped her upper arms, turning them to face a mirrored wall. "I mean it; no moving." The words sent a delicious thrill coursing through her body and she stilled. Before she could take her next breath, his thumb and forefingers held her chin, slightly parting her lips, turning her head to one side. His lips descended on hers. She tried to turn to face him, wanting to see his face, hold his body, but he effectively pinned her in place against him with his other arm. As quickly as the kiss began, he cut it off. Scully was amazed to find she had been on the brink of yet another orgasm just from the heady combination of Mulder's kisses, his commanding hold on her and the obvious evidence of his own arousal pressed sweetly against her. She could feel it throbbing through his chinos and the thin fabric of her dress. "Look at us, Scully." For emphasis, her head her face in his hands and turned her head forward, then to face each of the other walls; their reflections staring back at them. "It's 360 degrees of just us." She knew there was a joke in there somewhere, but all she could manage was a weak and dazed smile as the thin straps of her dress fell, with some assistance, from her shoulders, leaving her naked from the waist up. Mulder lifted her arms over her head and back to his shoulders, her hands falling around his neck. As the cooler air hardened her nipples and pebbled her areola, she felt the earlier dampness between her legs become more of a steady flow. She couldn't take her eyes off of Mulder who hadn't yet touched her. Her breathing quickened and as her breasts moved with her breath, Mulder's hands descended on her, massaging and kneading with first whisper light and then tender pressure. "God, Mulder," was all she could manage. She wondered what would happen when he touched her already sensitive tips. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Flattening his palms, he brushed them against just the very tips of her nipples-and Scully almost lost it. His mouth was at her ear, butterfly kissing, licking and biting. "Scully, you're not watching." "Damn you, Mulder-" She swallowed the rest of whatever she was about to say as his right hand palmed her thigh, pushing the blue and white floral skirt higher and higher. He reminded her once again to watch. Her eyes were trained on the front mirror when she suddenly caught them in the two side walls, as well. His left hand traced circles around her navel on top of the dress as his right hand moved higher. Scully's last partial sentence seemed to have stolen any further ability to string words together intelligibly. His oft-times conservative partner let loose with a string of expletives that would have made the raunchiest sailor proud. Both hands moved beneath her dress. Scully wasn't sure when she had even been this wet as she experienced another surge between her legs. Perhaps to prove just how wet she was, Mulder inserted two fingers high and deep within her. "Can you see what you're doing to me, Scully?" His face was next to hers, his eyes seeking hers through their looking glass counterparts. "Jesus, Mulder, what I do to you? If you don't get inside me now, I'll..." Although she initially managed more words this time, Mulder's goal had been speechlessness. One finger found her clit, no longer hidden and small, and started tracing lazy paths around it, alternating with an almost rough jab on it. Scully cried out, very sure she would lose what little balance she might still have. Her sounds turned him on beyond belief and he bucked into her several times from behind as he surged his fingers into her in front. Driven nearly crazy and about ready to let go, Scully implored him-and a few other deities-to fuck her. She went over the edge, Mulder grasping her more tightly around the waist. His other hand quickly undid his chinos and managed to drop them with his boxers. His shoes kicked off; he stepped out of his clothing. "C'mere, Scully." "Oh, god, Mulder; there's more? I don't know if I'll survive the night." In one fell responsive swoop, he lifted her up, pinning her to the mirror and slid into her in a long and deep thrust. Scully wrapped her legs around his hips and managed to open her eyes. Gazing first into his eyes, she was drawn to them from the view over Mulder's shoulders. The sight of his tight ass muscles contracting rhythmically sent her sailing, gripping him deeper inside her. She moaned into his ear, then dipped her head to lap at the sweat pooling in his clavicle. She purred, "You have one damn fine ass, Agent Mulder." He drove into her harder, their hearts pounding against each other like jackhammers. Scully's sandal heels dug into Mulder's hips as her hands sought purchase in his hair, around his neck, inside the back of his shirt. She raked her nails over his sweat-slicked skin wishing she could rip the shirt from his back. When she sank her teeth into the flesh where his shoulder met his neck, she elicited a growl from him that could have shattered mirrors. Scully's body slid up and down the wall of glass that served as other half of the sandwich Mulder completed. As he looked up, drawing a lungful of much needed air he saw them reflected and refracted from behind Scully and all around. The site of her back and her hips was ungluing him. Her dress was still bunched at her waist providing the only break inn his view of the expanse of Scullyskin. His hands still held her under her thighs, leaving her ass totally open to his eyes. Having viewed their lovemaking from most angles, Mulder felt Scully go over the edge. And he was not far behind. She latched her mouth onto his shoulder again, sucking with lustful desperation. He brought one hand to her face, guiding her roughly to his. Neither had ever experienced such a deeply possessive kiss. At that moment, Mulder completed Scully's surprise for the evening, his thrusts becoming erratic and driving. Their aftershocks found them fumbling for a way to rest quivering muscles. A blanket Scully was sure she hadn't noticed when they came in had appeared. It looked strangely like the fleece blanket in the truck. "How long did you 'buy' this place for, Mulder?" "Until we walk out the door." "That may be never if I don't regain use of my legs." Scully pulled Mulder down to the blanket, lying face to face. "You got something up your sleeve, Scully?" She lightly kissed him, her tongue running along first one lip, then the other. As her leg came up over his hip and her hand reached behind him, she breathed into his mouth, "I don't have any sleeves, Mulder, but I 'do' have my own surprise for you." ~~Finis~~