TITLE: "Speed of Flight" BY: X-Phan E-MAIL ADDRESS: xphan1013@yahoo.com RATING: NC-17 for Scully's potty mouth and for some wild tab 'A' into slot 'B' action, if you don't know what that means, this ain't for you CLASSIFICATION: SR, H, Story/Romance, some Humor TIMEFRAME/SPOILER WARNING: Alternate Universe, the last 2 seasons never happened, M and S have been and will be together forever, but no serious spoilers. KEYWORDS: MSR SUMMARY: "Mulder, have you ever gone so fast you feel like you might lift right off the ground, that you're totally free and nothing can stop you?" ARCHIVE INFO: Please do. Can be archived anywhere as long as my name, address and disclaimer stay intact. FEEDBACK: Please email me with any comments, reviews, constructive criticism, etc... DEDICATION: To all my fellow human beings who understand what it means to fly. This story is inspired by my absolute favorite X-Files fanfic, "Escape Speed" by Punk Maneuverability. It's archived. Find it. Read it. DISCLAIMER: The X-Files and the characters of Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting, and are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended, no profit will be gained. ___________________________________________________________ The X-Files: "Speed of Flight" by X-Phan ********************* The bird let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam; But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. -Oh that I had Wings. (Thomas Moore) ********************* May 12, 2002 Basement Office of the Hoover Building 1:06 PM Today was the day. At least they had promised her it would be today. They better not have lied. Scully was getting antsy. She would not be able to hide this from Mulder for most longer but she had to, it was a surprise. She glared at the phone. "Hey Scully is everything okay?" He asked from across his desk looking a little worried. Her excuse was interrupted by the phone ringing. She grabbed it. "Miss Scully?" "Yes" "It's ready." "I'll be right there." She hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. "What was that all about?" Mulder was getting more concerned. She just smiled really big. "We're taking the afternoon off, come on." She grabbed her coat and walked out the door, leaving her partner to catch up. When they reached the parking garage level, he followed her to his car. "Give me the keys. I'm driving." Her tone broached no argument, so he complied. When they were out on the road he was about to ask where they were going when her singsong voice interrupted his thoughts. "You'll see when we get there." Mulder was starting to get an idea. This was perhaps a romantic rendezvous in some secret location during work hours. Wouldn't be the first time, he smiled at the memories. They had been involved for almost a year but she definitely had some surprises still left in her. If the smile on her face was any indication this was going to be fun. Unfortunately Mulder was about to be disappointed... mostly. A few miles out of D.C. she pulled into the entrance of a Ford dealership. "Thinking about buying a car Scully?" "Thinking about it." She got out, barely controlling her glee. She went into the building and Mulder followed a little confused and a little horny. It's not that he wouldn't do it with her in front of a bunch of gawking car salesman, it's just that she would usually object to such a spectacle. Mulder came to the conclusion that he wasn't about to get some. "Miss Scully it's so nice to see you again." The most important looking sales guy descended upon them. "Uh huh." She answered. "Do you have something for me to sign?" "Right this way. You've already taken care of almost everything." He led her to desk and produced a document, which she quickly put her signature on. He handed her two sets of keys. "If you'll follow me it's right around back." The agents followed him through the building. Opening the door he walked outside and stood next to her new car. "Wow" said Scully. "Wow" agreed Mulder. "You sure were lucky to get one, we don't even have one for the showroom." It was beautiful. Sitting there gleaming in the sunlight was a brand new 2003 Thunderbird Convertible. "It's yellow." Mulder remarked. "Inspiration Yellow" the sales guy added, "the color of the prototype." "It's perfect" Scully pronounced as she walked around it. "See you put my plates on it." Mulder chuckled when he saw the license plate. It said 'X-BIRD'. He looked up at her and she smiled. "G-Woman's bird wouldn't fit on the license plate." "Cool" he said, "All it needs is machine guns and a Bat Signal and we could be superheroes." "He who mocks my car doesn't get a ride." "Sorry" "I'm not the one you offended." She motioned to the car. The look on her face told him that he had better apologize to an inanimate object and mean it. "Sorry" She opened the door and slid into the soft gray leather seat. When she turned the key the V8 roared to life and then settled into a contented purr. After flipping a switch, the black material top retracted into its storage compartment, leaving nothing between Scully and the bright blue sky. She took off her suit jacket and tossed it behind the seats. "Get in Mulder, we'll pick your car up later." He got in. "Buckle you're seat belt." She said with a look in her eye that he had previously identified as, 'I'm about to do something dangerous so get ready'. She waved to the now-slightly-richer salesman and gunned the engine. "Hear that Mulder, that's an American V8. It's been too long since I've felt that rumble under my foot and those boats we call fleet sedans don't count." "I've never seen this side of you before, car-guy Scully, I think she's turning me on." "She's been asleep for far too long." Scully produced a pair of sunglasses from her pocket after putting them on in what seemed to Mulder like a minor ceremony, she put the car in gear and floored it. The tires chirped, then gripped and they shot forward out of the parking lot and onto the open road. They drove around town for a little while, enjoying the beautiful day. Mulder immensely enjoyed watching Scully have fun, the wind was whipping her hair around and she was grinning from ear to ear. At every stop sign and red light people would stop and stare. Scully soaked it all up. She smiled and waved at all of them. Eventually Mulder's stomach reminded him they hadn't eaten lunch yet. "Hey Scully," he had to raise his voice over the wind in the convertible. "Want to stop for lunch?" "Sorry, I forgot." She smiled again. "We'll stop." They found a nice diner just off the main street. Receiving more appreciative stares they got out of the car and went inside. They sat a booth in view of the car and placed their orders. "So Scully why didn't you tell me you wanted a new car? I would have bought it for you. Why all the cloak and dagger stuff? I was getting a little worried you were seeing another paranoid, obsessive, alien chasing, G-Man on the side." She snorted. "I can't handle the one I have now. What would I do with another one? Anyway you just answered your own question. If I had mentioned it even casually, like for instance a certain pair of outrageously expensive diamond earrings, I would have woken up one morning to find a new car parked in our driveway." Living together they had pooled their money for the most part, but the great majority of their savings was technically Mulder's from his parents' estate. "You're probably right, but so what, what good is money if I can't spend it on you. I like seeing you happy." Scully smiled at Mulder's genuine adoration of her. "I know and I love you for it, but I had to do this myself, spend my own hard earned money or it wouldn't mean as much." "I understand. So what exactly did you have to do to get that thing anyway? They seem to be a pretty rare commodity." She wasn't about to tell him the truth. "Well I knew a guy who knew a guy who put me in touch with the right guy. I went to see him and he told me he could make it happen but I had to sleep with him and his friend, and of course there were some pictures involved and there's a video tape. I'm afraid I will never be able to run for office now, but it was worth it." Mulder's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, but he didn't say a word. In reality she only had to undo the top few buttons and lean over the guy's desk while asking him if he could help her out. This was a last resort when waving her badge didn't work. Under normal circumstances she would be disgusted with women who use their charms to manipulate men that way. This however was a special case and had that man not responded to her delicate persuasion she would still have her car and he would have several broken fingers. Mulder didn't pursue the subject further. Scully was giggling to herself over his shock, because she rarely got to him. When he recovered he changed the subject. "Why the Thunderbird?" "I saw a silly commercial for the car and it jogged a almost forgotten memory." She was about to explain when their food arrived. When the waitress left and they had begun eating, Scully continued. "Let me tell you a story. When I was seventeen since we were always moving around I didn't have my own car yet, but I had my license. One day I had started walking home from school, when this guy pulls up next to me in a fancy blue and white Mustang convertible. I found out later it was a '68 Shelby GT350. Anyway I knew him from a few classes we had together, Jimmy, I don't remember his last name. He asked me if I needed a ride home. Now I realize he just wanted to show off his new car. I was about to say no when I pictured my father telling me 'You better not get in that muscle car with that boy, it could be dangerous.' Of course I jumped right in." Mulder laughed. "I always knew you were a closet rebel." "Do you want to hear the rest of the story?" He nodded. "I got in and he gunned the engine. It was loud. I immediately liked it. I had never been in a convertible before; when we started driving the wind was rushing past blowing my hair around, it was great. I didn't live very far and I didn't want it to be over too soon so I asked him to go for a little ride. We got out onto the highway and he gave it a little more gas. We were really moving, because the car was pretty powerful. It was fun but I wanted more, it's not as much of a thrill when you're in the passenger seat. When we turned around to go home I asked if I could drive. At first he said he didn't think it was a good idea, but when have you ever known me to take no for an answer. A few minutes of batting my eyelashes and saying pretty please got me behind the wheel. I promised to take it easy but anyone stupid enough to trust a seventeen year old deserves what they get. As soon as we were back on the highway and there was no one around I floored it we took off. I must have had a death grip on the steering wheel and my heart was pounding. It was more than a little scary to have so much power responding to a little tap of my foot, but that's what made it so exhilarating. Mulder, have you ever gone so fast you feel like you might lift right off the ground, that you're totally free and nothing can stop you? That's how I felt. I probably would have buried the needle on the speedometer but unfortunately Jimmy was about to have a heart attack from worrying about his car. I eventually gave in to his suggestions to slow down, turned off the highway, and drove back to my house. Poor kid, I must have scared him, I got a few more rides later but he never let me drive again. I half wished my father was waiting on the porch to see me when I pulled in driving that Mustang. I gunned the engine one last time, thanked Jimmy for the ride, and got out. I was still shaking from the adrenaline when I went inside. I promised myself that one day I would have a muscle car, a convertible one of my own. Of course college came and med school, I had other things to think about and I forgot about that day for a long time. I'm glad I remembered." Mulder took her hand in his and smiled. "So am I. I love to see you so relaxed and bursting with joy... even outside of our bedroom." He said that pretty loud. She gave him the 'look of death' and kicked him under the table but couldn't pull it off with the grin tugging at the edges of her mouth. They returned to their meal. Scully was anxious to get back out on the road. When they finished, she didn't wait for the check, just threw more than enough money on the table and pulled an amused Mulder out of his seat. He couldn't help but tease her. "Is my favorite little adrenaline junkie in need of a fix?" She ignored him and hurried back to the car. He chased after her and jumped in as she was starting the engine. "Oooh, thrill-seeker Scully, now I'm really turned on." In no time she had found a highway on-ramp and was speeding by early afternoon traffic. With only a bit of weaving and dodging she escaped the pack and was staring at open road. "Hey Scully, you might want to watch the speed limit. This thing isn't exactly inconspicuous." "If someone tries to pull us over we'll say we're on a case and pursuing a suspect or something." "You really expect that to work? Who do we say we're tailing, a MiG 29?" "You're right, we'll just have to outrun them." That shut him up. The car ate the miles as they watched the scenery pass. Even with all the noise from the car and wind it was exceptionally calm and peaceful. For a while each of them was lost in their own thoughts. Scully wanted to share with him what she was feeling right at that moment and raised her voice over both the noise and the quiet. "Sometimes I feel like I just want to drive until I run out of road, to just keep going, you know?" "Me too Scully, just as long as it doesn't end like Thelma and Louise." He paused for a second, deep in thought. "Oh Geez, I just remembered they were driving a convertible Thunderbird." He was a little concerned. Scully laughed and went a little faster. "Don't worry Mulder I would never drive off a cliff, not in this car, it would be a crime of unparalleled depravity to destroy a thing of such beauty. Besides I have too much to live for." He seemed almost satisfied with her answer. "But if you did, Scully, I want to be there, sitting next to you." She took her eyes off the road for a second to look straight into his. "Ditto Mulder." They continued to drive and Scully glanced over at her partner to find his eyes were closed. "What are you thinking Mulder?" "I think I'm flying," he answered. She turned back, closed her eyes for an instant and so was she. They remained on the road until Scully saw a sign that gave her an idea. She pulled over to the right lane and followed an arrow that said 'Rest Stop'. It was just a little way off the highway and had a parking lot with a few picnic tables under some trees. The lot was empty and there was no one around. Scully drove to the far end, parked under a large oak and shut off the engine. She didn't say a word, but got out and walked to the front of the car. She turned around to face it and in one motion pulled down her pants and underwear, then bent over the hood of the car. She gripped the edge of the hood where it met the windshield. The heat of the still warm engine caused her to moan and might have burned without the fabric of her shirt between the metal and her skin. She looked up at Mulder through the glass and dared him to resist. The conversation they had in his head went something like this: "Scully are you serious? It's a public place." "Do I look serious and are you actually turning down wild sex on the hood of my car?" "What the hell was I thinking, of course not." He practically leaped out of his seat and was behind her moments later. "You know Scully, your ass is the nicest hood ornament I've ever seen." He dropped his own pants and checked to see if she was ready for him. Mulder chuckled as his fingers slipped easily inside her and the evidence of her arousal dripped down her thighs. Her thrill ride had seen to that. "I promise you Scully, if one day I find the gear shifter wet and sticky, I'll pack my things and leave. I want you two to be happy." She practically growled. "Don't tease the woman with her pants around her ankles or the car IS going to get more action than you. Now give it to me Mulder, hard and fast." That is once thing a guy never needs to be told twice and Mulder was no exception. He positioned his erection at the entrance to her vagina and drove all the way inside. She grunted at the initial penetration and quickly began moaning in time with his deep thrusts. Settling his weight on top of her Mulder pushed her down against the car and slid his arms underneath her and grabbed her shoulders for more leverage. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations of their frantic coupling. He kissed and licked everything he could reach, her neck, her ear, and her jaw. Their pace increased with the pitch of Scully's moaning as the minutes passed until she all of a sudden went completely silent and stiffened under him. Her internal muscles clamped down on him causing him to slow his pace while she came. When it was over she let go and relaxed into a boneless heap. She would have slid off the car if Mulder hadn't been holding her up. Less than a minute later he lost all control and exploded inside her, shuddering and moaning her name. Then he collapsed on her trying to catch his breath. "Wow Scully, that's what I call christening a car." "Uh huh, and don't be jealous of the car, Mulder. I love you both, just differently." "Hey, you know, I've always wanted a Harley. What do you think about me buying a hog? You could be my biker babe and ride on the back." "I think that a middle aged man buying a large powerful motorcycle for the purposes of cheap thrills is immature and dangerous and likely could result in a heart attack due to the excessive amount of wild monkey sex he would be getting." "I'll take that as a yes." The End ___________________________________________________________ Thank you all for coming and have a safe drive home. Don't forget to read "Escape Speed". If anyone else is like me and just loves car stories send me an email and I'll see what I can do to come up with another one. If anyone doesn't like car stories send me an email and I'll try never to write one again.