Part 2

Scully felt as if she were being stalked - not by the
predator hunting his prey, but by the male animal
searching out the female, ready to mate.  Mulder’s
heat washed over her as she felt his light touch at
the base of her spine.  She was dizzy with the
sensation.  All sense of reason fled.  She wanted this
man, and she didn’t know if she could wait until they
got home - to whose home? - before she had him.  The
drive would be too long.  It would give her too much
time.  Time to find her common sense again.  Time to
think of all the reasons why they shouldn’t do this,
why they shouldn't be together.  Time to retreat into
her familiar shell and wall away all emotion in a
desperate act of self-preservation.  She was so tired
of that.  She wanted to release her desire so badly
she almost sobbed with the need of it.  

The night air against her flushed skin made her gasp. 
Mulder guided her toward their car.  It was late, and
the lot was quiet.  Scully took a breath and
frantically searched for the right words - but Mulder
saved her the trouble by turning her to face him and
pinning her against the car.  His mouth was on hers,
seeking, needing, and her muscles surrendered as she
threw her arms around his neck and opened her lips. 
His hands were making their way under her blouse,
rising higher.

“Mulder."

"Mmmm." 

"Mulder!" she gasped.

He pulled back.  "Wha?"

"Backseat."

He nodded and fumbled to get the door open.  She went
in ahead of him and turned as he climbed in, slamming
the door behind them.  As cramped as it was, Scully
managed to lie on her back.  It was awkward, but
Mulder stretched himself over her, pressing his
erection where she wanted it most.  Her eyes opened
wide and she groaned.

“God, Scully,” Mulder breathed.  His hand was
everywhere, on her arm, her waist, her thigh, and then
moving up to settle on her breast.  “Scully . . . tell
me what you want.”

What she wanted scared her.  She wanted him to take
control, as he had all night.  If she’d had time to
think, to be Agent Scully, none of this would have
happened.  But here she was, on her back with Mulder
above her, and she wanted him to do whatever *he*
wanted.  He moved then, his cock making a slow circle
over her sex.  She cried out. 

“Mmmmm,” he answered, his lips on her neck, his tongue
laving at her collarbone.  He pulled back to look at
her.  “Come on, Scully, help me out here.”

She gave him a small smile.  “You’re doing just fine.”

He grinned back.  “God, Scully!  You were incredible
in there.  I never thought . . ."

She was so wet she could smell it.  She wondered if he
could, too.  “I know,” she replied. 

“Tell me, Scully.”

"I. . . I don’t want to think.”

“Then don’t think, Scully.  Just feel,” he drawled as
he touched her between her legs.  Scully squirmed. 
“You like that,” Mulder murmured as he rubbed her.  He
pressed his face into her chest and kissed her through
her blouse, sighing.  “Oh, Scully . . . I’m learning a
lot about you . . . things I’d only dreamed . . .”  He
reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse, kissing
her skin as he went.  He traced the edge of her bra
with his tongue, making her hum with pleasure.  He
lifted his head to look at her; she caught her breath,
uncertain.

“Scully,” he drawled, smiling warmly.  “Front clasp. 
Good girl.”  In a heartbeat it was undone.  Scully
felt the air hit her breasts and she shivered at the
sensation - and at the way he was hungrily eyeing her.
 He leaned down slowly, hovering just above her left
nipple.  The tip of his tongue snaked out and flicked
it.  Scully gasped, her body jerking.  Mulder did it
again, and again, and finally closed his lips over it
with a groan.  The warm, wet heat of Mulder’s mouth on
her breast was her complete undoing.  Scully made
little whimpering, pleading noises, relishing the
feeling of becoming nothing more than a needy body. 
She cared about nothing other than this man’s mouth on
her.  Scully writhed as Mulder moved to her other
nipple, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as
he could manage.  He suckled her for a while, moving
from breast to breast as if he had all the time in the
world.  

“Mmmm,” Mulder rumbled against her skin.  “You’re so
beautiful, Scully.  So perfect.”  Her mouth was open
in ecstasy; she was panting and oversensitized from
all the attention to her nipples.  Mulder took one
between his teeth and gently bit down.  She squealed. 
“Oooh . . . you like that, don’t you, Scully?”  Mulder
smiled at her.  He did it again, this time to her
other nipple.  Her hips began to buck underneath him.
The more he talked, the more aroused she became. 

“I learned something else about you tonight, Scully,”
he said as his fingers slid beneath her panties and
teased the sensitive skin of her lower belly.  She
looked up at him, smelled his sweet, wine-scented
breath coming hot just above her lips.

“What?”

He dipped his fingers into her wetness.  “You like to
watch.”

She moaned in response.  His finger slid through her
folds, making her ache, as he took her mouth.  His
tongue passed between her lips and mimicked the
actions of his finger, a deep, slow stroking that made
her wild.  She fisted her hands in his hair and kissed
him with a frenzy.  She had to have him, soon.  She’d
been so close to coming a few times already, even just
from the suckling he gave her breasts.  Suddenly
Mulder pulled back.  He removed his finger and brought
it up to her lips.  Repeating his action in the club,
he rested it against her until she opened her mouth. 
Mulder pushed his finger inside and Scully sucked it,
tasting her juices.  It was so fucking erotic.  She
quivered all over.  “You must taste so good.  So
sweet.”   Mulder stared at her, hard. “Do you want me
to taste you, Scully?”

She almost fainted.  All she could do was nod.  Her
shoes and pantyhose were thrown into the front seat. 
Mulder held her gaze as he pulled her panties down and
off.  He bent her legs back and stared at her soaking
wet sex.  Then he looked back at her, as if waiting
for permission.  Incapable of speech, Scully lifted
her arms above her head in submission.  He was between
her legs instantly.  Mulder opened his mouth and
sucked her.  She cried out as he used the flat of his
tongue to lick her from anus to clit, over and over. 
She watched as his dark head moved between her thighs,
sucking and kissing.  He was relentless, tracing her
folds and then swirling her clit.  His hands massaged
the underside of her thighs, then the curves of her
ass.  He pushed his tongue inside and fucked her with
it, making her drip shamelessly into his mouth.

Her body screamed for release and yet she felt herself
struggle against it, against that moment where she
would be totally open, completely out of control. 
Then Mulder spoke to her.

“Let it happen, Scully.  Come for me.  Don’t fight it,
baby.”

His words inflamed her passion; she pulled her legs
even closer to her body and felt her muscles relax
just a bit, just enough to give in to what was about
to happen.  

“Come on, Scully.  Come for me.”

Mulder dipped his tongue into her again, once, twice,
three times, and then his lips closed over her clit,
sucking hard.  She surrendered.  

Scully arched her back and wailed, feeling the searing
heat of his tongue urge her on as the electric shocks
assaulted her body.  She shook violently as her orgasm
rocked her, splintering her mind and soul into a
million pieces that vibrated with a pleasure she’d
never known.  She came hard, harder than she ever had,
as Mulder stayed with her, sucking and licking her
center until she settled back into the seat, boneless
and shivering.  Mulder covered her with his body,
pressing tender kisses into her neck, under her chin,
and over her face.  “Baby . . . oh yeah . . . so
beautiful . . . oh Scully.”

Her eyes were shut tight.  She gulped in large breaths
as her heart began to cease its furious hammering
against her chest.  From far away she heard the sound
of a buckle being undone, of a zipper coming down. 
Mulder lifted off her and she felt the rustle of
clothes against her legs.  Then he was over her again,
and her eyes flew open as she finally, finally felt
his thick, hard length.  She was hot and slick, and he
moved against her, wetting his shaft.  Mulder leaned
as best he could on his elbows.  He kissed her, and
his eyes asked a question.  There was only one answer.
 “Yes.”

He slid inside her.  It was sublime for them both;
she, so tight and still pulsing, he, so full and long,
burying himself to the hilt.  Scully watched his
expression change, from desire to disbelief to
amazement that this was happening, that they were
becoming lovers this very night in this most unusual
way.

Mulder moaned and bent forward, placing a kiss on her
neck.  "Scully . . . you feel so good."

"So do you."  Her mouth remained open as she endured
the sweet torture of him pulling out slowly and then
entering her again.  He continued the slow, maddening
rhythm until she was so wet she almost couldn't feel
him anymore.  She wanted more of him.  More of this. 
Her hands groped at his shirt, trying to reach the
buttons.  He rose up slightly.

"Scully?"

"Want this . . . off you."  She succeeded and pulled
him against her, finally feeling his naked chest
against hers.  She sought his mouth greedily.  She
wanted to inhale him, to completely surround herself
with him.  The world as she knew it didn't exist
anymore - there was only this.

Mulder broke the kiss.  "Are you ok?" he whispered.

She nodded and tightened her legs against him. 
"More."

"More, huh?  You want more?"

"Yeah . . . more."

"What more do you want, Scully?" he taunted her, still
penetrating her with agonizing slowness.

"You know what I want."

"Not unless you tell me."

"Please . . ."

"What, Scully?  What do you want?"  She closed her
eyes and gritted her teeth.  "Look at me, Scully." 
She did.  He was beautiful.  His lips were wet.  His
face was flushed with the effort of holding back.  And
he wanted her badly.  It was all there in his eyes. 
She looked into them as he thrust forward a bit
harder.

"Oooh, yeah."

"Yeah?  Is that what you want?"

"Come on."

"Come on, what?  Say it!"

"Fuck me.  Fuck me, please!"

He captured her mouth with his and pounded into her. 
She gripped his back and slid her hands down to try
and push him in deeper.  The skin on her back burned
as she rubbed against the cheap seat material, but she
didn't care.  This was what she wanted.  Him deep
inside her on every stroke.  Taking her so hard she
could barely think, let alone speak.  She cried out
wordlessly with each thrust.

"Scully, it's so good.  Oh god, I'm going to come." 
Mulder was breathing very hard.  Just a little longer,
she thought.  Fuck me just a little longer.

"Scully."  A drop of sweat from his brow dripped onto
her cheek.  It was so hot in the car.  Their bodies
were becoming slick from their efforts.  Scully pulled
his head to hers and licked the skin of his neck,
tasting the salt she found there.  It was like a drug,
feeding her lust.  He kissed her again and then lifted
up.  "Aaah, Scully!"  A few lasts thrusts and Mulder
held himself still, spilling into her.  His body
jerked a few times and he groaned as he lay on top of
her again, spent.  She waited, still relishing the
feel of him inside her.  After a minute or so he
lifted his head from her shoulder and kissed her.

"Scully . . . you didn't come."

"That's ok," she said immediately.  "I already did."

"No, it's not ok."  Groggily, he pulled out and backed
away, trying to move her legs up again.  "I want you
to come again."

"No -"

"Yes.  Again."  He pushed a finger inside her and used
his other hand to work her clit.  Her muscles clamped
down instinctively and it wasn't long before she felt
the tremors begin.  She slapped her hands against the
seat and cried out as her orgasm washed over her. 
Panting, she lay with her eyes closed as she felt
Mulder lay over her once more.

"You're amazing, Scully."

She opened her eyes.  Mulder was looking at her,
smiling.  And for the first time since they'd been in
the club, Scully saw the face of her partner.  

Not the man she'd glimpsed when she first sat down
earlier that evening, not the person she had been so
desperate to take inside her body.  As he smiled his
goofy grin and looked at her, it hit her full force.

This was *Mulder*.  The man she worked side by side
with every day.  The man she'd have to face on Monday
morning.  And he had just witnessed - and been a part
of - something she never would have believed could
happen.  Not with him.  Not someone whose trust and
respect she valued, needed, craved.  What happened in
the club, that might be explained away.  But this -
this was something altogether different.

Casual sex.  No.  Fucking.  That's what it was. 
Straight-out fucking.  Rutting in the back of a rental
car that they shouldn't even still have because Mulder
had been too lazy to return it this morning.  No bed
for them, not even a cheesy motel.  This was what
she'd reduced herself to.  She let her body take over
her brain, deliberately ignoring what she should have
been heeding all along - her instincts.  She'd been so
hot for it that it hadn't mattered.  And things
*always* mattered to her.

"Scully?"  Mulder touched the side of her face.  She
realized that he was no longer smiling.

"I'm here," she said with effort.

"No, you're not," he replied with a worried look. 
"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, Mulder."

Too late to take that back.  The euphoria had worn off
and the flatness of her voice was all too clear.  It
hurt him.  She saw it in his eyes.  She suddenly
became very aware of their position, of being naked
under him, of her panties probably stuck in a ball on
the front seat along with her shoes.  She didn't like
how she felt, lying there, legs spread.  And there was
no easy way to cover herself up and forget what she'd
turned into tonight.  What she was already walling
away.  If it had been anyone else, even a stranger . .
. but this was Mulder, and she'd let him see her in a
way she never, ever should have allowed.

And that was unforgivable.

He backed away and gave her room to sit up. 
Wordlessly, she rehooked her bra and pulled her knees
up under her chin.  Mulder just looked at her.

"I suppose . . . you know where my panties are."

He reached over the seat and handed them to her.  She
sat with them in her hand, not sure how to do this
gracefully.

"What happened, Scully?"  His voice was a whisper. 
"Everything was good.  What happened?  Did I do
something wrong?"

"No, Mulder."  She looked out the window.  "I'm sorry,
I just -"  Back to his face.  No, that was too
difficult.  She looked down.  "I just . . . think we
should go home now."

"That's it?  Just like that?"  Scully bit her lip. 
"Are you already regretting this?"

"No, Mulder, it's not that."

"'Cause you seemed to want it as much as I did."

Small voice.  "I did."

"Then what's wrong?"  He reached out to touch her and
she flinched.  "Scully," he said, anguished.

"I'm sorry, Mulder.  I'm ok, really."  The tears were
building and after everything else, she absolutely
refused to let him see that.  "I did want it, and it
was good.  I just wouldn't mind getting out of here
and going home."

It wasn't going to wash and she knew it.  Mulder's
face turned to stone and she half expected him to
start yelling or demand she explain.  Instead, he
pulled himself together and crawled into the front
seat.  She heard him dig out his keys.  Scully pulled
her panties on and was buttoning her blouse just as
her shoes and pantyhose came tumbling into the seat
next to her.

Mulder was not gentle as he pulled out of the parking
lot.  Scully got the seatbelt around her and put on
her shoes, foregoing the hose.  She did the best she
could to ignore the presence of her partner as she
stared out the window, just as she had done countless
times with him across the country.  She smoothed her
hair as best she could, took a deep breath, and
prepared to deny that she was ever capable of doing
what she'd done in the backseat.

Agent Scully was back.

End of Part 2
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