Title: Perfect Author: Andrea Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR, V, ER, challenge and birthday fic rolled into one. Scully POV Disclaimer: They belong to CC et al Archiving: Yes please Spoilers: The Unnatural, barely Notes: Thanks to Aly and Kell for quick beta reading. ************************************************************* "You still haven't said why we're here, Mulder," I said as I looked out the car window. "Unexplained phenomenon," he replied, in a tone that suggested that I should already know. "I think the only unexplained phenomenon around here, is how you always manage to talk me into coming on these wild goose chases with you," I muttered. "I thought it was 'cause you think I'm cute," he offered his explanation. I snorted. "You don't think I'm cute?" He sounded wounded. "No, Mulder, I don't find the fact that you won't tell me what's going on *cute*," I replied curtly. "Well we're here," he told me as he pulled the car to a stop. A large structure loomed in front of us and I had to lean forward so I could see the top of it through the windshield. "Mulder, it's a football stadium," I sighed. "Yup," he nodded as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "What kind of unexplained phenomena are you investigating here, Mulder?" I sighed. "Well one thing I've always wanted to know is why those guys who dance around in the stands with no shirts on don't get cold." "Mulder!" Ignoring me he opened his car door and got out. I put my face in my hands and shook my head as I replayed the events that had brought me here. When I arrived in the basement office after an extremely boring department meeting that Mulder had managed to wiggle out of yet again, he was holding up two airline tickets, smiling broadly. Mulder managed to shoot down every excuse I had for not going. I couldn't bring myself to mention my birthday. He had obviously forgotten, or he decided to celebrate it on the anniversary of our baseball game from now on. I was jarred out of my reverie by Mulder rapping on my window. When I looked up at him I couldn't help but smile at the look of excitement on his face. "Are you going to tell me what's in the knapsack now?" He had refused to answer any of my questions. Why here? Why now? Why he was carrying a pack that would put a Sherpa to shame? He shook his head. He took my hand and we headed towards the gate. Mulder quickly picked the padlock, ignoring my warnings about the repercussions of his actions. Of course, I would be found just as guilty of breaking, entering and trespassing as he would, but I went with him anyway. After 15 minutes of navigating the maze of the stadium hallways, we emerged at field level. It looked odd at night, no lights, stands empty, the field covered with snow. I shivered involuntarily. Mulder began to walk towards one of the end zones. I trudged along behind him. When we reached the end zone, Mulder stood looking up at the stars while I slowly froze. He must have heard my teeth chattering because he put his arm around me and rubbed my arm vigorously. "Cold?" He asked. "I hope that's a rhetorical question," I muttered. He laughed and shrugged the enormous knapsack off of his shoulders and let it slide to the ground. I watched in silent amazement as he began to remove the contents. "Okay, Mulder, what exactly is going on here?" I demanded when the pack lay empty on the field. He looked at the picnic basket and sleeping bag he had laid out. "I thought it was obvious, Scully." "The only obvious thing is that you're nuts, Mulder. You don't really think I'm going to get into that sleeping bag with you. We'd freeze." "Nah," he contradicted. "That's why I put an insulated blanket underneath it. That'll keep the cold out." As I attempted to give him my best "you must be crazy" look his mouth descended on mine and I quickly forgot all the reasons I had for not doing this. Mulder was always taking advantage of the fact that I couldn't say no to him. I don't remember how we got into the sleeping bag without freezing any one of a number of crucial body parts, but there we were, naked, breathing heavily and on the verge of having sex in a deserted football field in the middle of winter. Foreplay was difficult in the confines of our current situation, but with Mulder all it really took was a glance in my direction with that look on his face and I was embarrassingly wet. After five minutes of naked wrestling and necking in the sleeping bag, I had my legs wrapped around his back and was urging him inside of me. When Mulder and I had first taken our relationship to the point we had avoided for so long, I was self-conscious of how powerfully I reacted to him. But after realizing that he had fallen just as hard as I had, I no longer tried to suppress the pure joy I felt when he slid his cock into me. I arched into him and grabbed his ass with both hands, trying to get him inside of me faster. He didn't put up much resistance. He moved slowly at first, and I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensation of his first gentle strokes. Soon neither of us were content with this pace. Mulder positioned himself so that the head of his cock was not completely inside of me. As each of my nerves tingled in anticipation, I opened my eyes again to look at him. When I did, he plunged back into me forcefully. My body arched up to meet his and I gasped in pleasure. He did this several times, varying the length of time between thrusts, increasing my anticipation and hence my pleasure as well. When my body began to quiver underneath him, he began to thrust harder and faster, both of our bodies now demanding a steady rhythm. I responded immediately to this new pace and my climax quickly began to build. Mulder slid his hand under my ass and pulled me against him, increasing the friction between us. He had learned quickly how to ensure that I had both g-spot and clitoral orgasms during intercourse. When my body grew taut at the approach of simultaneous orgasms, Mulder ground his pelvis against me sending me wailing over the edge. When I opened my eyes, Mulder was panting above me; his cock still twitching inside of me. I guess I had pulled him with me. He rolled onto side pulling me with him. "Mulder," I began when I had my breath back, "Did we fly all the way out here to have sex in a football stadium?" "Yup," he nodded. "Wouldn't any of the ones in the D.C. area have sufficed?" "Nope." "Why not?" I wasn't sure I really wanted to know the answer. "Well, I've always wanted to join the 'Mile High Club' with you, but you would never be able relax enough to enjoy sex on a plane," he explained. "You've lost me, Mulder, how can sex on a snow-covered football field possibly be a substitute for an airplane?" "Do you know where we are, Scully?" "I read the tickets, Mulder," I sighed. "I take it your dad wasn't a big football fan," he laughed. "Yes he was! College football, Mulder...Navy!" "Ahh," he nodded in understanding. "Well, if your dad had watched the NFL you'd know that the Broncos play their home games at Mile High Stadium." I couldn't stop myself from groaning. "Happy birthday, Scully," he grinned and gave me a big wet kiss. Mulder, I don't know if fantastic sex is worth a lifetime of sports-related birthday presents." "What? It sounds like the perfect combination to me!" I'd never give him the satisfaction of admitting that I thought it was perfect too. End Return to Standalone Page