************ Fey Eiluned Faerie Queen of Smut Queen of Useless Trivia Mulderlover/DDBI Founding Agent "A stroke of luck or gift from God? The hand of fate or devil's claw? from below or saints above? You come to me now." Garbage, "A Stroke of Luck." ************ Drive by Fey Eiluned Rating: *NC-17* WARNING! Here there will be sex! and lots of it! Consider yourself warned! Hide the kiddies and the noromos! Spoilers: None, but it takes place anytime Season 6. (I do this just so I can have a look for them in my head.) Summary: A seminar on psychology gets Mulder and Scully thinking about physiological needs. Disclaimer: As much as I would love it, alas, Mulder and Scully do not belong to me. They belong to Mr. Carter et al. I'm not making any money off of this little exercise. I will promptly return Mulder and Scully before Sunday night. P.S. Can I have Mulder for next weekend, too? I won't bite... hard. *BLG* Notes: This is not "Drive" like exploding eardrums "Drive." This is "Drive" as in sex drive. tee-hee Feedback to volcanogirl42@hotmail.com Archive: Anywhere. Just let me know where. Ask me before posting to other lists. ******************* Drive (1/?) "Hopefully we all are familiar with the homeostatic theory, but I'll refresh your memories." Scully tapped her pen on her notepad, her pinkie cramping painfully from furious note taking. She wondered why she even bothered. She hated this seminar crap, but it was required of good little FBI agents to attend at least one a quarter. She and Mulder had gotten tanked into a lecture on Motivation and Drive and the effects of both on the criminal mind. Mulder was sprawled in the chair beside her, half asleep. "It has been theorized that there is an ideal balanced state to which we all try and attain." The professor's voice drifted to the back of her thoughts when Mulder stretched his arms out to the sides and his left came to rest across the back of her chair. He was definitely awake; he was looking at her with that damn cocky, challenging smirk. Scully bit her lower lip and tried to figure out what he was thinking. He was so damned difficult to pin sometimes. If she just stared back at him long enough, maybe he'd crack. Maybe he'd let his guard down for just a second and she'd be there to catch it, to see what was going on in his head. She knew that really wasn't her job. He was the profiler, she was the pathologist. But he was so damned complex, she just needed to know what was lurking behind the leer in his eyes. "Now, on to the Drive Theory." Scully dragged her attention back to the lecturer. He was scribbling on the dusty grease board. "Drives are quite similar to instrumental conditioning in that there is reinforcement for the behavior. First, is deprivation. Take away food, or water, for example. Next, an internal state develops that 'drives' the organism to act. Third, the appropriate actions take place, such as eating and drinking. Finally, the drive is reduced. The drive reduction acts as the reinforcer for the behavior..." Scully's attention once again drifted when she felt Mulder's fingers dancing lightly across her shoulderblades, fluttering over the smooth fabric of her jacket. She froze, her eyes still on the lecturer. The pressure was barely there, but it gradually grew stronger, until he was most definitely rubbing the dip between her shoulders. She chanced a glance at him, but he was transfixed by a little paperwad on his own legal pad. He didn't even seem to realize that he was touching her. Or did he? She could see a tiny grin playing on the corners of his mouth. She huffed lightly to get his attention and he looked up at her. his eyes seemed to ask teasingly. Scully gave him a replying smirk and shrugged away from his touch. His fingers promptly followed her, tickling lightly. She tried to struggle away from him as discreetly as possible, but he just would... not... stop. A kick square in his shin stopped him cold. "Ow," he whispered. "....Sex...." Both of their heads jerked up. The professor was talking away, oblivious to the miniature battle in the back of his lecture hall. "Now, many question if the sex drive really exists or if it is a social or psychological invention. I personally believe the latter. I think that the sex drive is nothing more than humans reacting to social standards." "But how would you explain the ingrained need to pass on your genetic material? Isn't that physiological?" another agent asked. The prof shrugged. "Maybe humans have suppressed that base need." "Then what about hormonal spikes in the presence of certain sexual stimuli?" That was from Mulder. She glanced and arched an eyebrow at him. The faint grin was playing on his lips again. Scully suddenly found rather carnal thoughts running through her mind, most of them centered on the mental picture of those luscious lips on various parts of her body. "Well, maybe we as humans have been conditioned to sexual stimuli, so that we unconsciously perform the internal behaviors that get our hormones flowing." Scully had stopped paying attention all together. Mulder's little smile had crossed the line into a full-fledged leer and his hand had snaked over to rest on her thigh. Her breath had suddenly gotten caught in her throat and her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure everyone else in the room could hear it. Her palms felt hot and sticky, and she tried to wipe them dry on her pants legs. Her fingers brushed over his and they both jumped at the contact. There it was. The moment. As much as she hated to give stupid names to things, she knew this was it. The point where the teasing wasn't teasing anymore. The point where touches were no longer simple gestures, but where they became caresses. Lovers' caresses. "Well, we're out of time. I'll see you all at tomorrow's session." The other agents in the room started to mill about, filing out of the lecture room. Mulder and Scully sat in rapt silence for a moment, unable to break the stasis. Then, Mulder licked his lips slowly. "I guess...we should go." Scully found herself nodding. "Yeah. I guess so." "Let's go back to the hotel, Scully. We can further our... discussion... there." XxX Scully sat uncomfortably on the edge of her hotel bed, her hands folded in her lap in almost a mockery of the calm she didn't feel. Mulder was leaning against the doorframe between their rooms, his tie loose around his neck, the top three buttons undone on his starched blue dress shirt. He was staring at her with an expression that both confused and aroused her. It was unfamiliar to his face, but it fit him so perfectly. It was a look of sheer, feral desire. "I think we should talk, Mulder," she said slowly, making sure her words were measured and cool, not in any way betraying the fact that she was close to puddling on the floor and begging him ravage her. "Days can be lonely..." Scully scrunched her eyebrows up. "What?" "Nights dreams come true..." The words sounded vaguely familiar to her and she suddenly realized that he was murmuring the words to a song. "Making love with somebody exactly like you..."
Her head snapped up and she caught him smiling at her. "Mulder..." she began. He quickly crossed the few feet that separated them and placed his fingertips on her lips. She couldn't suppress the shiver of electricity his touch shot through her. "No talking, Scully," he said, his voice low and thick with desire. She felt any reservations she felt go flying out the window. He was looking at her with such intent, such concentration that she felt her entire body flush. "We can talk later. Right now, I'm going to touch you." He began simply enough, running his fingertips over the sensitive skin of her face, tracing abstract patterns over her flesh, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes slipped shut and she gave herself over to sensation. He skimmed over her face, following the curve of her cheekbones back to smooth her hair away from her face. He played in her hair for a while, softly twisting the strands around his fingers, letting them fall to tickle her neck. He was kneeling in front of her, his body insinuated between her knees. She could feel the heat rolling off of him, bathing her in waves of carnality. His breathing was heavy and she could feel the humid breeze brushing over her face. His hands slipped down the back of her neck and around her collar to efficiently unbutton her blouse. She felt a niggle of self-consciousness when he spread the soft cotton apart. "Scully... open your eyes. Look at me." Her eyes slowly opened. Mulder was hovering in front of her, his cheeks flushed, his eyes dark. His hands threaded through her hair and he suddenly pulled himself against her, nudging her legs apart, pressing his hips hard against her groin. She gasped softly just before he crushed his lips against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Oh, God, she was drowning. Immersed in a dark, deep sea that was Mulder. She was engulfed in his taste, like the apple he had eaten on the way back to the hotel. God, he tasted sweet. Sweet and heady, like rum and honey. She could live forever on his taste, like nectar and ambrosia. His tongue teased hers, daring her to fight back, to challenge him for domination. She was beyond fighting. She just wanted to lay back and enjoy the ride. He suddenly pulled back, licking his lips as if he was still tasting her on himself. "God, Scully," he growled, dragging his hands over her shoulders and down to brush over her breasts. She fought to keep her breath even and slowly slid her jacket and blouse off of her arms, leaving her top bare except for her sheer white bra. Mulder tugged his tie off and let it drop to the floor, his fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. Scully grabbed him by his collar and pulled him to his feet, kissing him hard. He groaned into her mouth, his hands roaming greedily over her back, tugging at her bra clasps. The garment fell uselessly to the floor and Mulder immediately cupped her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples. She gasped, her own hands busy divesting him of his clothing. Soon, but barely soon enough, they were naked, hands and mouths devouring each other. Mulder steered her forward, onto the bed, pushing her into the mattress. "Oh, God, Scully," he groaned. She quickly shifted away from him, putting a little distance between them. "So, what do you think of the Drive Theory?" she asked. The look that came across Mulder's lust-hazed eyes was comical. "I...huh?" Scully hid her smile. "The Drive Theory. Do you think it's plausible?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest in a defense against his roving eyes. "Uh, Drive Theory?" he stammered. "Well, it seems that we've both been deprived of... something... for quite some time." A glimmer of recognition flashed in his darkened eyes. "Speak for yourself..." he grinned to show he was teasing. "And an internal state has definitely formed. I think that we're both feeling the drive to act," she couldn't stop the predatory grin from forming on her face. Mulder's eyes flashed suddenly. "So now we have to act on it, right Scully?" he said, licking his lips and crawling up the bed toward her. "Well, the drive reduction from perfor..." "Shut up, Scully." He grabbed her hips and pulled her down the bed so that she was laying flat on her back. His mouth immediately covered hers, his tongue pushing between her lips. He groaned again and slipped a knee between her legs, pushing them apart. Scully could feel his hand traveling up her thigh, stroking her skin softly, exploring. Scully let her own hands travel over his body, savoring the firm, suppleness of his muscles, the way they played under her fingertips. His skin was surprisingly soft and smooth, like warm, living silk. She growled into his mouth, thrusting her tongue into him, gliding against the softness of his lips. He settled his weight onto her and she suddenly felt the hard, hot length of his erection pressing eagerly against her thigh. "I don't need any more foreplay, do you?" she gasped out, slightly embarrassed that her words sounded so desperate. A smile played on his lips and he slipped two fingers into her. Her body arched up off of the bed, a sound between a squeak and a moan echoing through the room. Mulder's breath became pronouncedly heavier and more labored. "No, I don't need anything else," he said, his voice low and throaty. Scully's skin felt like it was on fire, tingling everywhere that he touched her. He parted her thighs further and sank down into the cradle of her hips. "Scully..." he whispered. "No. No more words. Just do it, Mulder." He groaned and guided himself into her, slipping slowly, at an unhurried pace that threatened to drive her insane. God, it had been so long since she had allowed herself such pleasure. Mulder's kind of pleasure was overwhelming, strong and unexpected, like an undertow that catches you when you don't expect it and pulls you under. Growing impatient, she thrust her hips up against his, taking him in deep. His breath caught in his throat and his arms nearly gave out. "Scully," he murmured, burying his face in her hair. "Oh, God, Mulder, don't stop," she gasped, sliding her legs up nearly to her arms to lock around his ribs. He slowly withdrew, then thrust hard into her. He went much, much deeper and Scully was shocked to feel her entire body shake and contract and a blinding flash of darkness swept over her. When she came back to herself, Mulder was grinning down at her. "Wow, you're easy to please," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes betraying his surface control. "Mmm, maybe you're just really good," she mumbled, letting her legs slack down his back, "Can you do that again?" A voracious glint flashed in his eyes. "Brace yourself," he growled. And, heaven help her, she was flying out of control again. Mulder braced himself on his elbows, spreading his knees wide for leverage, and fucked her for all he was worth. Her breath slammed out of her with every thrust of his cock, her eyes pinned in place by his. "Scully... Scully are you close? I'mgonnacome..." She tensed her body, squeezing him tight inside of her. "Oh, yes, come for me... Come for me, Mulder. Give it to me..." she hissed into his ear. His body suddenly went rigid and Scully slid her hands down to grasp his ass. "Ohgodscullyi'mcoming!" he cried, and she could feel him swelling inside of her, flooding her with heat and liquid fire and with himself. She thrust herself against him and let the heat overwhelm her, shutting her into the disconnected darkness. She woke up to the soft sound of breathing... right in her ear. Turning her head slightly, she looked at the alarm clock. She and Mulder had been asleep for a little over an hour, still tangled and connected on top of the hotel bedspread. Mulder was a deadweight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. "Mulder... wake up, Mulder..." she whispered. He twitched a couple of times and kept right on dozing. "Mulder, wake up," she said, raising the volume of her voice considerably. He jerked and pushed himself up onto his arms. "Wha... Scully?" the genuine surprise in his eyes was endearing, "Jeez, I thought that maybe I was dreaming." She gently rolled him over and curled up against his side. His arms automatically encircled her, puling her into a tight embrace. "So, was your drive reduced?" she asked casually. She could feel him chuckle, the sound reverberating through his
chest into her cheek. "Not in the least. But you could say that the behavior was definitely reinforced." *End* ------------------------------------------------------------------------