Raining Sleeping Bags Author: Xenith Disclaimer: The X-files belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions, not me. I'm only borrowing the characters for now. I'll put them back when I'm done. Rating: NC-17 Category: Lurid Fiction; Yeah---Smut! Keywords: MSR, Lurid Fiction, Smut Spoilers: Detour Archive: Sure! Spooky's yes! Feedback: Love it! Love it! E-Mail address: xenitha@yahoo.com Discussion List: Yes!!! Yes!!! Summary: Mulder and Scully take shelter in a storm and discover---each other. Author's Note: There is absolutely NO angst, torture, mayhem or death in this story. Noromos, go away. This is a smut biscuit, pure and simple. Acknowledgements: Thanks to TBishop for beta and general inspiration. My smut will never match up to hers... And this story is for Brigitte, who talked me into writing it. Somewhere in Minnesota January 15 The car was silent as Mulder slowly drove the car forward through the rapidly deepening snow on the road. He could barely see the road for the white flakes pouring down from the sky. "I told you we should have turned right at the crossroads," Scully eyed the hand drawn map, holding it up to the dim light filtering in the car window. "It looks like it's snowing harder. Maybe we should just turn back to the motel." She reached forward and turned the heater up. "It's freezing in here." "Yup," said Mulder, focusing on the road ahead. "Much as I *really* hate to admit it, I think you're right. I'll see if I can find a wide spot in the road to turn around in. We're definitely not going to interview those witnesses today; I'm glad I packed my long underwear....oh shit....." The car began to slide. All Mulder's attempts at turning into the skid were fruitless, as the car gracefully skidded off the road and rammed into a telephone pole. Mulder was the first to look up. The front end of the Taurus was caved in and steam was rising from under the hood. The car was canted at an angle, with the driver's side of the car leaning down. Mulder turned anxiously to his right. "Scully? You okay?" "Yeah, I think so. My neck's a bit stiff but no harm done. How bad is it?" Mulder sighed. "I don't think this car is going anywhere without a tow truck. Let me check." Mulder pushed open the car door with effort, put his left foot out, then disappeared. "Mulder!" Scully leaned over the driver's seat and saw Mulder up to his neck in snow. He grimaced and stood up, brushing snow off his trenchcoat and trousers. "Damn. Watch that first step. We're in a ditch or something and the snow is deeper than it looks." He stood up and began moving toward the front of the car. "Mulder, come back into the car. You're soaked through!" Scully called, then pulled the car door closed to keep in the warmth. "Let me check the car first," Mulder called, then forced open the hood. "What a mess. The radiator's pushed in and the battery is destroyed. We aren't going anywhere." "The battery? Then we can't run the heater, and the snow is coming down harder!" Mulder made his way back to the car and got back into his seat. He was shivering, Scully noted anxiously as she tried to brush the remaining snow off of him, then pulled out her cell phone. "I'll call for a tow truck." She dialed the phone then put it down in disgust. "We're too far out. No reception." "Well, my phone won't be much good." Mulder held out his dripping cell phone and then tossed it into the back seat. "What do you think? Stay here or try to find shelter?" Scully peered through the window. "I saw an old farmhouse down the road about a quarter mile back. I don't think it's occupied, but we may be able to build a fire." Mulder was trying to control his shivering, she could see. "We can't heat the car and the snow isn't getting any lighter. Okay, let's do it. But we climb out on *your* side." Scully forced open her door and climbed out of the car, followed by Mulder. Together they followed the road, Scully anxiously watching her partner for signs of hypothermia. The snow kept falling. Scully began to doubt the wisdom of their choice, then she saw it. "There, Mulder! Over there! I see it!" She made her way off the road and toward a tiny house partly hidden in the trees. As she walked forward, she put her foot into a hole and fell, face-first into the snow. Mulder was laughing as she picked herself up. "Scully, did I say you should watch where you were going?" "Thanks for the advice, Mulder. Now I'm as wet as you are. Help me up?" Mulder reached down a hand for her and helped her to stand as they both shivered their way to the house. It hadn't been painted in years, and when Mulder looked through the window he saw no light. "It looks like this place has been empty for a long time, but I see a wood stove in the corner." He went to the door and forced it open. The two agents rushed into the room and Mulder fastened the door closed behind them. The single room was empty except for the wood stove and an old bed in the corner. The musty mattress was covered with an equally antique wool army blanket. Across the room, a door led to a sagging back porch. "Well, at least it's shelter. We need to start a fire." Scully stamped her feet and blew on her hands. "With what?" Mulder asked, then looked through the back window. "There's a pile of wood on the back porch, but I don't see any matches. Indian guide says..." "Yeah, I know Mulder, Indian Guide can't build fire. But Girl Scout learned something from last trip to the woods," Scully grinned and reached into her coat pocket, coming up with a lighter. Mulder grinned back. "That's my Girl Scout---always prepared. I'll get the wood." While Mulder brought a stack of wood into the house, Scully was scavenging for old bits of newspaper for kindling. Soon they had a fire burning in the stove, with only a few false starts. As they warmed their hands at the stove, Scully noticed that Mulder's shivering had worsened. "Mulder, you should get out of those wet clothes. You could get hypothermia." Mulder grinned at her. "I could say the same to you. You're just as soaked and cold as I am. But our suitcases are back at the motel and the alternative is stark nekkid...." Scully blushed, then looked at the army blanket on the bed. "You wrap yourself in the blanket. I can stay as I am." She trembled as a hard shiver ran through her body, then moved closer to the stove. Mulder studied her then said calmly, "Look Scully, we've been partners for what? Seven years now? We're adults here, not a couple of teenagers. We'll *both* get these wet clothes off and *share* the blanket. I can be a gentleman if you're a lady. Okay?" Scully looked into his sincere eyes and bit off the thought floating through the back of her mind: What if I don't want you to be a gentleman? No, this was the most logical solution to their problem. The snow plow would probably find them tomorrow.... "Okay, Mulder. You're right. This is the most logical solution." They undressed, their backs to each other, carefully hanging bits of clothing from the nails on the wall that once held pictures. "Scully I'm soaked to the skin, so I'm taking off and hanging up my boxers, but I'm not gonna be the only one naked here. If you keep the undies on, so do I." Scully looked glumly down at her bra and panties. She was just as soaked as Mulder was. Well, okay, if it got him out of all those wet things. "Okay," she replied. Mulder held out the blanket and they scooted together underneath it, eyes averted. "Small blanket," commented Mulder. "You can sit closer. I don't bite. Much." "I'm not at all worried about you, Mulder," Scully said, edging closer. My, his skin was warm to the touch, she thought as her hip touched his. Mulder gathered her close with his blanket clad left arm, then wrapped his right arm around them, pulling the blanket closed. "Cozy?" he asked as she snuggled against his side. "Yeah," she answered, surprised to find out that it was true. They watched the fire in the stove for a while, listening to the wind outside. "Mulder, the fire is starting to die down; why don't I put some wood on it?" "It's okay, I'll do it. I'm closer." Mulder carefully got up and stepped out of the blanket to bend over the pile of wood. As he placed the first log into the stove, the firelight caught the length of his body, highlighting it against the darkness of the room. Scully stared in awe. She'd always known he was good looking, had seen him naked before but never like this. Mulder reached over and grabbed another log as Scully breathlessly watched the play of his muscles and the swing of his shoulders. She ran her eyes down his body, then blushed and looked away. But not before she'd seen his cock, partially erect and gleaming in the firelight. Oh my, she thought to herself. Oh my. Calm down. He's your *friend*, he's your *partner*, he's....hung. Oh my. "Scully? You awake?" Startled, she looked up to find Mulder standing patiently in front of her, still gloriously nude. She quickly averted her eyes and blushed. "It's kind of cold out here. Care to share the blanket?" Mulder asked. Dumbly, she opened the blanket and let him cuddle up next to her. "I checked the clothes. They're still soaking wet. Man, it's cold in here. Hey, you didn't have to do that..." Scully just grinned and snuggled closer to Mulder's cold skin, warming him with her body. After awhile, Scully began to doze off and the blanket around her shoulders began to slip, exposing first her shoulder, then her breast. Mulder glanced briefly to his left and quickly looked away. He reached his left arm and snagged the blanket, but couldn't help looking as he draped it around Scully's shoulder again. God. He'd always known she had breasts. Not big ones, not tiny ones--- just right ones. Scullybreasts. Just the right size, like Scully. He could cup one in his hand. He fought off the temptation to do just that. Barely. She'd castrate him if he took those kinds of liberties. He mused, eyes facing front, the vision of Scully's perfect breast before his eyes. Of course, if Scully did the castrating there were certain compensations....all the manipulation she'd have to do beforehand. Her tiny, warm little hands grasping his cock, maybe moving back and forth a little bit...uh oh.... He didn't have to open the blanket and look down to see that things were looking up. Oh Scully, don't wake up. Just don't wake up. Think of....small animals....bunnies...fucking like bunn...no...no..no...um...battleships, big, iron battleships, cresting the waves of the ocean, up and down and up and...no...no... Scully yawned and stretched both her arms, her right hand sleepily reaching across his body and gently coming to rest atop his lap, her fingertips just touching his penis. Mulder sat up straight, holding his breath, as she shifted her weight and pulled her arms back, her fingertips gently running down the length of his penis, coming to rest on his thigh. He shivered at her touch, trying to hold himself still so she wouldn't wake up. It felt so tantalizingly good; he just wanted to feel her body pressed against him....no. No, that wasn't the kind of relationship they had. They were friends. Friends. Partners. No sex involved. Damn it. Scully yawned again and snuggled against his side, wrapping both arms around his waist. He could feel her nipples pressed against his skin, tiny, hard little points. His left arm around her shoulder, her head lay against his breast, he knew a moment of contentment. "Mulder," said Scully's sleepy voice. "Yeah," he answered, conscious that he was still painfully erect. He tried to cross his legs. "You don't have to hide it. It's okay." Her eyes opened and she looked mischievously at him. "Hide what?" She looked pointedly in the direction of his lap. "It's a natural physiological response." "Uh...yeah," Mulder said uncomfortably, absently stroking her arm with his hand. She moved and he stopped abruptly. "Sorry," he said contritely. "No, it was nice. Keep doing that." Scully looked at the stove, then took a deep breath. "Mulder...uh...we've been partners for seven years now and we tell each other just about everything, don't we?" "Yeah, I guess so." "You know I haven't been dating anyone since we were partnered together, and I know you haven't been seeing anybody. Why do you think that is?" Mulder had his panic face on as he looked at the fire. "Um...lack of opportunity?" "No, it isn't that," Scully whispered into the skin of Mulder's left breast. "I think that there's another reason we haven't talked about." She gently kissed the area above his nipple, here eyes closing as her tongue moved down to caress it. Mulder shivered. "If you're wondering whether I find you attractive, Scully, I told you how I feel in Bermuda. But you didn't believe me." Scully looked up, her eyes shining blue in the dusky light. "I believed you, but I wasn't ready. I am now. Mulder, I want you so much I hurt." "You...you do?" He looked down at her, smiling incredulously. She smiled and nodded, then climbed up his chest for a kiss. He went over backwards with his Scully perched on his chest, kissing him senseless. Well, nearly senseless. After assuring her that he knew how to kiss too (and very well, thank you), he pulled away and studied her with shining eyes. She sat back and looked her fill as well, then moved back off his chest, running her hands down his body, chest, abdomen, belly, then to the spot her fingers had been longing for, his cock. It sprung to life under her hand, becoming longer and stiffer with every stroke. Mulder finally gave a strangled groan and, grabbing her by the arms, flipped her onto her back. She lay there passively, quietly spreading her legs for him. He grinned. "Oh no, not yet Agent Scully. You have to pay for teasing me before. You weren't really asleep, were you?" She grinned back. "Caught me, didn't you, G-Man?" "Well, you have to pay the price now," He moved down between her legs and, with his hands on her thighs, spread them farther apart. He gently parted the lips and found her clit with his lips and tongue, beginning to suck, then nip until he could hear Scully moaning softly. He moved his hand there and began rolling it between thumb and middle finger, dragging his tongue down, down until he found her cleft. Then he stiffened his tongue and poked it in, tasting as deeply as he could. "Oh....God....Mulder...." she whimpered. "Ahhh...please...Mulder...." He could feel her trembling as she moaned and whispered his name; he moved his fingers faster and his tongue harder. She made broken sounds, then running her fingers through his hair, came while moaning his name. He pulled his face away from her and watched her face as she panted, then finally opened her eyes. Giving her clit a last gentle stroke, he moved his body over hers. "God, Mulder." She licked her lips. "Why did I wait 7 years? I was an idiot." "That makes two of us," He said tenderly. He reached down and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on him and found that arousing. But Mulder hadn't had his turn yet. She continued to kiss him, then with a sudden move rolled them over with Mulder landing on the bottom. "It's your turn, G-Man. Think you can take it?" She grinned down at him. "I can take anything you can dish out, G-Woman," Mulder said complacently. She vowed to knock that smug look off his face. She began kissing and sucking his left nipple, and savored the hissing of his indrawn breath. Then, when it grew rigid, she moved her lips to the other nipple. When she could feel him beginning to breathe hard, she moved south, not stopping until she'd reached her goal: that lovely cock she'd seen in the firelight. She kissed the head of it and slid it into her mouth as far as it would go. Mulder gave a groan as she began to suck on it. Grabbing the shaft with her hand, she manipulated the loose skin up and down, faster and faster. Tickle the eye with the tongue, swish it and pump, tickle the eye, swish, pump...she kept up the rhythm, watching Mulder's eyes close and his face grow slack with pleasure. Good, she thought, I like him like that. She could feel him stiffening in her hand, growing even bigger than he was before. Then she heard Mulder's strangled voice. "Sc....Scully..s..stop. You've gotta stop..." Worried, she stopped and pulled his cock reluctantly from her mouth. "Mulder, what is it? Am I hurting you?" "God, no. No, but I'm gonna come..I want it to be inside you." He moved forward and lay her down on the blanket, running his hands over her breasts and down her body. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever known and I want this night to be for both of us." She reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. "Mulder, you know it is." As he settled his body over hers, she reached out a gentle hand and guided him to her entrance. His eyes locked on hers, he slid himself gently inside her. He held himself still and looked deep into her eyes. "Scully, if you only knew how long I've waited for this..." She caught a breath. "Only as long as I've been waiting. God...Mulder...." she whispered, closing her eyes, savoring the sensation as he began to move inside her. First he pushed gently, then faster and harder. Each of his big hands cupped one of her buttocks, holding her firmly as he thrust inside her. "Scully...you're so warm and you...smell so good..." he grunted, moving deep. "Shut up, Mulder....and fuck me.." she panted. She began to feel a pressure building, the pleasure slowly advancing to a peak. When she came she gave a soft cry, lost against the slapping sound of Mulder pounding into her. She could feel him inside her, warm and hard, his heavy body pressing against her. She looked up and examined his face, his eyes closed in concentration, expression distant. "Scully...my Scully...." he groaned. Then he gave a final, bruising thrust and was still. They lay together, wrapped in the blanket, Mulder's breath coming more slowly while she stroked his hair. "So Mulder, I guess it is true that two naked bodies inside a sleeping bag...or a blanket... are warmer than one. Wouldn't you say?" Mulder grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Oh, I definitely got lucky Scully." "Oh, I don't know, I think we both did," she shivered as he slowly kissed each finger, first the tip, then each knuckle and finally the pulsepoint of her wrist. "So....Scully," Mulder pulled back and sought her eyes. "What now?" "What do you mean, Mulder?" "Is this a one-time only, mad passionate fling inspired by the heat of the moment? Or is this something more long-term?" She was quiet and saw the mute pleading in his eyes. "Mulder, I've thought about this for a long time and I decided that if we ever did make love it would be because we had something lasting and because I was willing to commit to that. You've already had my answer." Anything more she had to say was lost when Mulder grabbed her shoulders and pinned her with a deep kiss. Morning Mulder woke feeling amazingly relaxed, like he'd just had the best night's sleep of his life. He opened his eyes to find a splash of red hair laying across his chest. He smiled and kissed the crown of her head. "Mmmmm...." she drowsed, "What time is it?" "Dawn, looks like. I think the snow has stopped." He gently disengaged her head from his chest and went to the window. "The snow has stopped." He went to the stove and fingered the piles of cloth draped around it. "The clothes are dry, too." Scully got up, wrapping the blanket around herself. "Good. I suppose we'd better get dressed." Mulder gave her a forlorn look. "Do we have to?" Scully grinned. "Mulder, we can't stay here all day. We haven't got any food and the wood is running low." She wriggled as his fingers began caressing her neck. "Of course, we can just wait here for the snow plow and...keep ourselves busy until it arrives..." Two Days Later Skinner frowned at the expense report laid out before him. These two looked too innocent, too open, and he was suspicious. "So, let me get this straight. Your car slid off the road and hit a power pole, then you took shelter in an old farmhouse for the night. After the snowplow gave you a ride into town you spent three days at the...uh...'Bide-a-Wee Motor Lodge' in the Honeymoon Cabin?" Mulder and Scully exchanged looks. "Sir, we were waiting for the car to be repaired; there weren't any rentals available in town. And at the Motor Lodge....that was the only space available. The others were being..." Mulder stumbled. "Redecorated.." Scully supplied. "Redecorated....and it did have two bedrooms...." Mulder almost stuttered in his rush to explain. Skinner had never seen him acting this...well, this guilty before. He looked at Scully, who was blushing furiously, then stifled his own grin. About time those two figured it out. "Well, everything seems to be in order. I'll approve the expense. Thank you for clearing that up Agents. You can go." May 01, 2000