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Title:  Primal Priorities  (NC-17)
Author: Callicott
jcallicottw@yahoo.com
Rating:  Kinda naughty NC 17
Category:    MSR
Spoilers:     Just your platonic image of them
Summary:  Sometimes you need to remember your
priorities for doing what you do.
Disclaimers:  You know who owns them!

Author notes:  This is the version that 
was supposed to go out of Back to Basics, with
the correct ending.  But if I were Scully *g*,
  I could really see this as a "wild" 
possibility after 7 years of rental cars, stake-outs 
and close quarters with Mulder.


Primal Priorities


"You know Mulder, if I have to sit in this car  
another moment and see another Styrofoam coffee cup, or a 
stale donut, when you know I don't eat them..."

"Sorry, Scully, the diner was closed. Mr. Southern Donut here
only sells donuts, never heard of a bagel...and before you 
mention it, I know you hate decaf, but..."

"God, this is decaf?,"  She tossed it out the window,
cup and all. "Well, I might as well just go back to 
bed!  Except, as far as I can tell, there is no bed within 
a 100 miles from here or for another, what is it, another 12 
hours until this supposed zombie decides to come out? "

"Man!" Mulder was more than perplexed.  He had never seen 
her this way. All his humor, all his sweetness, all his 
goddam psychological ammo was flat out.  Scully was pissed 
and pissed good.  Not just that raised eyebrow pissed.  Not 
just that unbelieving, 'you got me out here to do what?' 
faced pissed, but some deep down primal pissed.

"Man? " Scully must have heard his unconscious muttering.  
"Man? You know, Mulder, that's what you need. A man...a 
partner that's a man.  Because this woman just can't take 
it any more."

And in a motion that truly spun Mulder's head, Scully 
opened the car door and stalked out through the woods.

"Jesus!" he spewed, casting a quick glance at the farmhouse 
they were watching and the rapidly setting sun.  He jumped 
out his door and could barely see her figure retreating in 
the waning light.

"Scully!" he hissed, hoping she could hear and that "thing" 
couldn't.  "Scully!" he ran up behind her and grabbed her 
arm. "Where the hell do you think you're going?  For 
Christ's sake...it's almost dark."

Scully glared at him. "No Mulder, it IS dark. Really dark!  
Look into my eyes!  It's a goddam black hole and it's about 
to suck you in and spit you out if you don't let go of my 
arm!"

Mulder removed his hand as quickly as if he were holding a 
snake. "Ok Scully...I'm backing off.  But..." then he felt like 
maybe she wasn't really Scully, and he took a more cautious 
tone.  Maybe he had just spent 48 hours in rural Tennessee 
with the Alien Bounty Hunter.  "All right Scully, just what 
do you want to do?"

"I want to get the fuck out of here. Preferably in that 
car, preferably alone...but you can come as long as you have 
that car pointed towards civilization in the next 5 minutes!"

"Scully, this could be our chance..."

She flung her hand in the air dismissively and continued 
walking into the forest gloom.  "To what?" she yelled and 
he almost jumped out of his skin as he looked back towards 
the ramshackle house.

"Scully, shhhhhh!"

"Shhhhh my ass...What the hell are we going to find?  
Ghouls, goblins, freaking zombies...?  I've already seen 
those."  And she stopped for a moment and looked back at 
him.  "So what!"

He ventured a step closer and tried to size her up. "So 
what?" he asked tentatively.

"So what Mulder?  You want to know what conclusion I've 
come to after 7 years of this shit with you? "

Now Mulder was really getting afraid, and his fear was not 
cast in the direction of that farm house any more.

"No...."

"That the world is totally fucked up and it deserves what 
it gets!" With that she stormed further down the path.

"Whoa..." Mulder thought, "This is something worse than PMS 
or the Alien Bounty Hunter.  This could be Scully's real 
life evil twin sister."

But by the time he stopped to assess that thought, she had 
disappeared completely.  Just as he realized he didn't see 
which fork of the path she had taken, the sun laughingly 
added to the dilemma and said, "I'm getting out while the 
gettin' is good," and skulked away below the horizon.

"Scully," Mulder ventured again.

No answer.  Right or left?  In her current state of mind, 
Mulder decided that she could have only gone to the left 
and he trotted into the deepening woods to hopefully find 
what he thought was the demon that had carried away his 
partner.

He ran along for about 10 minute, feeling each of those 
donuts and takeout pizzas he had consumed over the last few 
days. "Damn!" he exclaimed as he almost fell head over 
heels on a tree root. And then he heard her laugh.  

It wasn't really a laugh, it was sort of a half sob and 
then a laugh, but it was definitely from that demon Scully 
twin.

"Mulder...over here."

"Scully?"

"You all right?" He heard a distinct hiccup.

"Do you really care?" he retorted, trying to disentangle 
his torn pants leg from the gnarled branch.

"Well I haven't decided if I care or not, but I do need you 
to be alright, because..."

He still couldn't see her, "Because what.."

A long sob, "Because I'm hurt, goddam it!"

Adrenaline shot through his heart, to hear her voice like 
that and he wrenched his leg free and went towards what he 
thought was her direction.  He almost fell on top of her.

"Damn Scully" he saw her crumpled form on the ground. "What 
the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get the hell away from you and that zombie 
and that car and those donut grease bombs and that stale 
coffee, and this job and my whole fucking life!"

"I think that was more than I needed to know," he said 
softly as he saw the nasty gash on her ankle and the tears 
streaming down her face.  "Come on Scully, it isn't that 
bad...let me help you up..."

"Why? So we can go back to the car?  So we can continue the 
stake out to be certain that thing exists, so we can go 
back and have more humiliation heaped upon us.  Jeez, why 
can't we just stick to aliens!  At least that sounds 
remotely 21st century..."
she broke down in complete sobs then.

Mulder knelt to the ground next to her and felt the 
clamminess of her skin as he tried to help her stand.

"Ok, Ok, we're not going to the car. You're going to be all 
right, I don't know what's wrong...but this is not you 
Scully."

"How do you know who I am Mulder," she looked back at him 
defiantly. "How the fuck do you know who I am? Just because 
I follow you around? Aid and abet you and your theories.  
Give up my career for you? My life? And what for, so I can 
say with certainty at the end of the day, 'why yes, we did 
indeed prove that the sky is falling and there's not a damn 
thing we can do about it?'"

She was trembling now, and Mulder took off his over coat 
and pulled it around her shoulders.

 She looked up at him petulantly. "No, that's not enough."

"It's all I have here now, Scully...unless you want to go 
back to the car?"

"No, I'm still freezing, and I'm not going back...just get me 
warm here."

Resigned to ride this out, Mulder sat down on the earth 
with her and pulled the coat around her further.

"More, Mulder.  I need more."  The primal look on her face 
was one he had never seen before, and his primal instinct 
was that he had better satisfy it.

He slipped his arms under the coat and began rubbing her 
arms.  The action of rubbing her body surprisingly warmed 
him up right away and he looked askingly into her eyes to 
see if it was having any affect on her.

"More, Mulder." She returned the gaze intently. " I can 
barely feel a thing."

He moved closer to her on the damp earth, and helped her 
draw her knees up to her chest before he wrapped her 
entirely in his arms. He buried his head in her neck and 
blew warm air over her exposed skin.

"Better?"

She was quiet for a while before answering.

"Tell me, Mulder, why do you want to save the world?" she 
looked at him as he was surprised to find her arms linking 
around his body as she continued, "Who do you really give a 
rat's ass about in this world?  You saving the world for 
the Lone Gunmen, Skinner, for that friend in research, that 
I've never met in seven years?"

He opened his mouth to answer and was stunned when she shut 
it promptly with her lips pressed against his.  The kiss 
was electrifying.  Contrasted with the coolness of the 
earth beneath him, it felt like fire.

She released his mouth and looked at him defiantly, "Please 
tell me that you were trying to save the world long enough 
to really kiss me at least once."

She threw off his stunned look and body, and started 
walking back towards the car.  Mulder knew he looked just 
like a stump, sitting there frozen to the ground, but for 
the life of him he couldn't quite grasp what just happened.

Then he found himself unfolding and running after her 
again.  "Scully!"

He could see her fleeting shadow just up ahead, not looking 
back, trudging forward towards the car, her head bowed. 
When he caught up to her, he knew she was both crying and 
pissed now.  

"God, Scully.  What is this all about?"

"If you don't know then let's just get back in the car and 
wait for the other zombie to show up!"

As she turned back to hurl this statement he took two quick 
steps and grabbed her into his arms and kissed her hard and 
deep.  His teeth hit hers, he felt blood in his mouth, but 
he didn't care.  The smell of Scully mixed with the wet 
earth and decaying leaves made him press her to him even 
harder.  

He forced her mouth open with his tongue and couldn't 
believe his urge to thrust it into her.  She fought him at 
first, but he just pulled her tighter and then pressed the 
other hardening part of his body towards her as well.

She moaned slightly, relenting a bit he thought, until she 
bit him hard on the lower lip.

He rasped and pulled back looking into her eyes, "jeeze 
Scully...."

"Oh, no," she looked at him triumphantly, "Oh, no you 
don't!  You're not taking the lead now. You're going to 
follow me for once."

And with the flames of the last rays of the setting sun 
hallooing her hair, her face all in shadow, she began to 
move towards him in a slow stalk.

Mulder froze as any wary animal would and watched her 
approach.  His hands hung heavy by his side waiting for her 
next move.  A slight breeze carried her scent ahead of her 
and he could feel his throat and inner core constricting in 
expectation of an assault.

She stepped forward slowly, within a foot, within six 
inches, well within his personal space and began 
sniffing his neck.  Short little puffs of air, warm and wet 
hovered around chin, his ears and glazed over his eyes and 
mouth, but she never touched him.  

He remained still and paralyzed as if one movement would 
awaken a beast.

"You're wise, Mulder. I don't want a fight, I don't want 
one word....I just want..." and then she laughed a low and 
sultry laugh, "I just want the truth...about the animals that 
already live on this planet."

His eyes caught hers and quickly averted, as any hunted 
animal knows eye contact can be deadly.

She smiled even more as she knew he was succumbing to her 
snare.  She continued her olfactory conquest of Mulder, 
circling around behind him, her face and mouth, nose and 
breath never more than millimeters away from his skin.  He 
felt it might as well have been delicate spider webs 
wrapping and cocooning his body, rendering him powerless to 
move or protest.

As she slipped behind him, her lips now softly grazing the 
back of his neck, she snaked her arm across his chest, 
across his shirt, over his nipple and hovered there. Barely 
touching, but feeling it go rigid under her presence.

She took her other hand from behind his back and slithered 
it around him and downward to his waist, downward farther 
and directly over his crotch.  There, she felt the 
beginnings of conquest when its hardness greeted her.

She stood behind still and continued her seductive stoking, 
lulling the beast both awake and asleep.

"Mulder..."

He was shocked to hear a human word.

"Mulder....I want you to just shut up and let this happen...or 
I swear to god I will hurt you ..."

Mulder's eyes were so heavy with the primal sexual drug, 
that he could only do what he was told.  The hand on his 
crotch pulled him to turn around and face this lioness. And 
when he did, he was not surprised to see a truly animal 
look upon her face, and to feel her tongue lick him over 
the mouth.

No more coaxing was needed.  His instincts told him what to 
do. His mouth met hers and lips and tongues began to speak 
the ancient language.

His large hands mastered her smaller ones and pressed them 
even more firmly into his body.  Then he began his animal 
dance with her.  His nose smelled the erotic aroma even 
through her clothes and he had to be closer.

He threw his overcoat on the ground and used his extra 
height and leverage to make her bend to it.  He cupped a 
hand on her bottom and eased her to the soft bed of leaves 
it covered.  Only low moaning met his efforts and even more 
fervent kissing.  

He had never felt such a kiss.  He felt his tongue was his 
cock, and her mouth was her opening, wet, tight, propelling
him to enter ever further.

His hands found her breasts after leaving her clothing 
shredded on the ground and he sucked them as if they gave 
true life's milk.  He looked furtively around the woods, as 
he pulled her blouse and bra off completely.  He knew he 
would kill anyone else that tried to approach. This was his 
mate and she would be mated with him right now.

Her hand sought to free him from his clothes, belt, buckle, 
zipper, and she shoved them roughly down his bare bottom 
that was exposed to the night air.

He helped kick them off and likewise did the same to her 
skirt and stockings.  His lips drifted down her stomach for 
a brief instant only until he buried his face into her 
panties, her center and breathed in deeply.  

His fingers curled around the slight lacy things and slid 
them down.
  
They were both at last free of all the human contrived 
accoutrements that separated their sex.

Mulder had never felt anything so wild as his need of 
Scully. And for the moment he couldn't even remember if 
those names applied to this pair of animals that rooted in 
the warm earth beside each other.  

He couldn't find all of her fast enough, and her need to 
probe and stroke seemed just as urgent.

As her hands grasped his cock and his fingers played in the 
ever wetter opening of her folds, he could hold back no 
longer. He moved her hands to thrust himself inside of her 
and she moaned another human word. "Yes!"

He began stroking her, in and out, full length and then 
just the head, just the tip and then over her clit, she 
breathed yes, and then inside again.  Full stroke and then 
over the clit again.  It was sweet torture, to come out, to 
be buried, to touch that hardening point of her passion.  

Just as he felt he was about to explode, she stopped her 
upward thrusts beneath him and pushed him out completely.  
He gazed at her in animal disbelief until she smiled like a 
cat and rolled over to her hands and knees.  She looked 
over her shoulder as she offered her exquisite bottom to 
him.

And there in the woods, under the rising moon, he entered 
her lips again, from behind, wet and slick and only for 
him.  She rose on her knees fully upright, breasts 
glistening in the moonlight,  and he impaled her further, 
his hands sliding down her belly and finding her clit and 
stroking it through her sweet curly hair.  One hand clasped 
her breasts and the other rubbed her and rubbed her until 
the blood rushed so in his ears that he could not hear the 
cry of her own orgasm.  They came together and fell in a 
hot tangle among the forest leaves. 

Mulder couldn't believe he was still human.  He looked down 
on the sleek back of this beautiful animal beneath him and 
licked rather than kissed her soft neck.  

Scully slowly removed him as she turned over and lazily 
licked her lips and her fingers.  Her eyes were like he had 
never seen them before, and he didn't dare blink.

He was afraid to move in fact, that this moment might 
disappear forever.  There were no human words to describe 
what had just happened to them.  But Scully, smiled a slow 
wide Cheshire cat smile and, yes, he was sure, she purred.

"If this isn't what you're saving the world for, Mulder, 
then go and find yourself another partner."

"I think, Scully," he said softly, as he playfully nipped 
her nose, "I think that ...on some primal level...this was
exactly what I was looking for all along."

She stretched her arms behind her in a long feline stretch 
and he buried his head in her taut stomach muscles, 
throwing a few leaves over them as they indulged in a well 
earned cat nap, his gun at his side...just in case.


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