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Scully, Where's My Car	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 1019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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              The barbeque broke up around five in the evening, after Hammer kicked us all out to head to his "Cheers", the bar across the street, so Pepper, Dorothy, Nicole, Scully and myself climbed back into the Mystery Machine and did what they call a "roll and smoke" for a couple hours, driving through the city and into the suburbs, continuously doing bong loads. Again, these girls are insane. At one point in the suburbs, we were driving around affluent residential neighborhoods, Pepper blasting her No Doubt album, rolling all the windows down and her and Nicole screaming "Party! Woo!" out of them periodically. Then they would pull up into random driveways and just park in said driveway, giggling in a stoned fashion and every once in a while hitting the bong before peeling out of said driveway, laughing hysterically.
              Like I said, they're nuts.
              They just dropped us off at my place, promising they would call us around mid-week for a kegger under the 20th street bridge. I can't wait.
              Scully and I trudge up my stairs and into my building, trying to walk straight after spending the day participating with true blue potheads. We walk into my apartment in silence and once inside, Scully plops on my couch as I make my way into the kitchen to fix us some instant coffee.
              "I am so stoned." Scully groans against the leather arm of my couch.
              "I know." I giggle, stirring the coffee into the hot water, "Damn, they smoke a lot of weed."
              "That they do." Scully answers as I enter the living room with two steaming mugs in hand. She sits up and I take my place on the couch next to her. She sighs, "You know, Mulder, I hate to say I told you so, but..."
              "What?"
              "This *so* wasn't an X-file." she laughs, taking a sip of her coffee.
              "At least Skinner won't string us up, now. We don't have to worry about that." I say optimistically.
              "I'm too, as Pepper and Nicole would say, bla-zayed to worry about anything at this point." Scully chuffs, leaning back into my couch.
              "So, Scully has a girlfriend. Anything else you've been keeping from me?" I joke, trying to keep it light.
              Scully smiles loopily and rolls her eyes, "I think you saw the extent of it on the videotape earlier. Is there anything wrong with my having a liking towards women, Mulder?"
              "Nothing at all; actually, it's sort of exciting." I confess, "Not as exciting as the exotic dancing you did at the Wet T-shirt contest, but exciting, nonetheless."
              "Or, I suppose, as exciting as your exorbitant alcohol consumption, either, eh Beer-bong King?" Scully comments, trying not to snicker.
              "It's good to be the king of something." I answer. There's a pause, and I am assuming this is where we talk about, you know, and consequently, I'm scared shitless at this point, but I press on after a couple beats, "Scully, about the...you know..."
              Scully nods, her smile fading and her face growing into seriousness, "We should definitely talk about that aspect of last night." she says in a quiet tone.
              I shift uncomfortably and clear my throat, "Well, evidence clearly shows that we, um, did *things* last night not of our normal behavior, and..." I start.
              She cuts me off, "Did you mean it, Mulder?"
              "Mean what?"
            "When you said that you were in love with me." She says matter-of-factly.
              Oh shit, I did say that, didn't I? Scully sets down her coffee and regards me quietly, and I mimic her movements until we are facing each other. "Yeah, I did. You complete me, Scully. Without you, I don't feel like a whole person anymore, and I guess that's pretty much the definition of being in love, isn't it?"
              She smiles almost serenely, "I guess it is."
              "So, how do you feel about me?" I ask cautiously.
              "Well Mulder, I asked you because I just wanted to know if you felt the same as I did."
              "And do I feel the same?" I ask.
              She smiles brighter and nods, "Yes, you do."
              Now I am kissing Dana Scully. My left hand twines fingers with her right, and our mouths are exploring each other's slowly, tentatively, it's so sweet that I almost want to cry. Her mouth tastes great, a medley of malt liquor and barbeque sauce, and she is heaven, ladies and gentlemen. Pure heaven. She shifts in my arms; our hands still locking and moves her other arm around my neck. This puts us in the delightful position to deepen the kiss, rising up on our knees as our chests press together. Not only that, it allows access to roam freely over each other's bodies. Scully feels absolutely delicious, her breath is on my mouth, her skin is silk, and she's making these sexy low moans in the back of her throat every now and then. It's the greatest sound on Earth, Scully's moan. She reaches between us and grabs the hem of my T-shirt, ripping it up and over my head in a quick motion. I move in on her neck, biting gently and kissing the spot directly after, my cock delighting in the squeak that she lets out. Meanwhile, she's pretty turned on herself, I can tell because she's already scratching her nails down my back.
               "God, Mulder, we need to go to the bedroom." she barely manages out. Score.
               "Do you think we'll make it?" I joke.
               She gasps a little as my right hand wanders up her shirt and cups her left breast, "We'll sure as hell try, anyway." she says, not without some difficulty.
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               I still can't quite believe this is happening. After five more minutes making out on his couch, he has slung me over his shoulder and is now carrying me into his bedroom. I can't stop laughing. Probably because his shoulder is digging into my abdomen and it tickles like crazy.
               He throws me down on the bed so hard that I bounce and immediately crawls on top of me, "Hey." he chuckles, closing his mouth over mine again.
               Have you ever felt like you just want to devour someone whole? This is the way he makes me feel. I can't get enough. Our tongues are mingling together furiously, and I reach down to finally, *finally* examine his goods. As I cup his package, he groans into my mouth and I smile against his teeth. He counters by reaching under my skirt and in one quick, fluid motion, slides my panties off me. Then his thumb is on my clit, and I have to break the kiss, because now my breathing is erratic and I can't concentrate on anything except how good this feels. His thumb is working deep and slow, and I know I'm already dripping wet, have been since that first kiss, and now his finger slips inside me and...oh.
                "Feel good?" he asks, breath hot against my ear.
                I moan loudly in reply, and Mulder uses his free hand to relieve me of my shirt, so he can start to assault my breasts with his attentions as well. Lord have mercy. I stare up at our reflections in the mirror over the bed, and this almost brings me over all by itself; the sight of his head nuzzling my chest, his hand between my legs as his bare, muscular back and an ass far too good to still be in jeans moves over me. Oh, God. He must get out of those jeans. Now. I push him off me.
              "Scully?" he queries, probably scared shitless.
                "Pants off." I growl out, "*Now*."
                He laughs, relieved, and allows me to work on his fly, "I should punish you for scaring me like that." he rasps as I peel his pants and boxers down to his knees. Holy god. I'm floored. And to tell the truth, a little scared. However, since we did it last night, and I am still alive, I'm not *that* scared. I place my hands on his chest and push him back down on the bed, then with a roughness that I even think twice about, rip his pants the rest of the way down and off him and throw them across the room. There, that's better.
                I'm kneeling over Mulder's prone, naked form, still wearing my bra and skirt, and Mulder reaches with one hand to glide up my back, stopping at my clasp and popping it open skillfully, sliding the straps down off my shoulders, "Funny, I don't remember you being this take charge last night." he cracks, throwing my bra across the room and sitting up to kiss my neck.
                I throw my head back, "I thought you don't remember what happened last night." I chuckle, then let out a gasp as his thumb circles the border of my areola.
                "I don't." he answers, bending his head down to lick my nipple, just once, then lifts his head up to lock gazes with my eyes, "But I'm sure I made you scream."
                A jolt of arousal shoots down my spine. Goddammit. "Are you going to do it again, Agent Mulder?" I ask, taking my right index finger and running it up the length of his shaft.
                He moans, "Oh, god yeah."
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                Fuck this. I place my hands on Scully's hips, the skirt has officially started to piss me off and she must be rid of it. It does occur to me that I could fuck her with it on, but really, I'd rather not. Besides, Scully is phenomenal naked. Her breasts are high and full, her stomach is flat and defined, her legs are toned and muscular, and her skin actually glows. She's perfection, personified.
                She has now straddled my legs and I'm sitting up, kissing again on her firm round breasts, one arm around her waist as I tip her back, her legs wrapping around my waist and her folds teasing my cock with its wetness, sliding against it as her hips grind a bit. Fuck, but this is torture. I realize now I don't want to do anything but be inside. Later on I can play, and bring her to varying degrees of arousal, but right now...
                "Mulder," she breathes out, sliding her clit up and down my cock and grinding her hips now with such an intensity that I want to scream, "Now, do it now."
                I clasp my hands on her hips and she raises up a bit on her knees, positioning her just so, and slam her down hard, our eyes popping open and jaws slackening as we feel absolute bliss. Oh wow. She's so hot and slick, like oil, and when we're able to breathe again, we start moving.
                "Mmmmm, damn you feel good." she groans, sliding down all the way, our hips grinding together and her arms tightening around my neck as I thrust up as far as I can go. "Oh, fuck yes." she gasps, clutching my ass as I slide out just a bit and slam right back in. I can't even talk right now; at most I can continue to grunt like an animal and try to make good on that promise earlier I gave to make her scream.
                Our pace quickens a bit until she's bouncing up and down on my lap, and I bite down gently on her shoulder to try and stop the roaring in my head. I can't do it this way anymore. It's just; Damn. Her breasts are bouncing in my eyeline, up and down, and I take the opportunity to suck on one of her nipples, then quickly overpower her and move her back onto the mattress, and thusly, popping out of her. She groans in disapproval while I secretly sigh with relief. Trust me, she'll enjoy this way more in retrospect. I wasn't going to last much longer that way. I take her feet and place them on either side of my head, and anchor her hands above her head with my own, putting me in the perfect position to kiss her ripe full mouth. I'm pretty sure I'm smiling like a jackass, "Doin' okay, Agent Scully?" I ask her, rubbing my cock against her core.
                She bites down on her lip in what I assume is anguish and nods her head, "Do you want to get on with it, Agent Mulder?" she rasps out, one eyebrow going sexily skyward, and a slow smile spreading across her face. Right now I've pretty much got her bent in half, my torso sort of balancing on the backs of her upper thighs as her lower legs are hooked around my neck, which is pretty much great for me to just arch my lower back and pound right back into her. Scully gives out a hard gasp and bites her lip, and I rise up on my knees a bit, raising her torso with me, and proceed to give it to her deeply.
                "Oh fuck...mmmMUlder." She groans, desperately trying to move her hips and finding the situation a bit difficult. However, her efforts are pretty pleasurable. I increase the pace, leaning my groin into her clit and thrusting in and out faster yet a couple more paces, then slowing down a couple beats to move slow and deep, thus prolonging our experience. Now that I am inside Scully, I don't *ever* wanna leave.
                "Jesus...fuck, Scully." I growl out, "You feel so...good."
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                I think I am going to die. But if I'm going out, at least it's with Mulder's impossibly thick cock pounding me into oblivion. Oh god, this feels so good. Nothing in the world can compare to this kind of raw pleasure practically splitting me in half. He's let go of my hands, opting instead to slide his arms under my torso and grips my shoulders to thrust down deeper, forcing me to let out a strangled cry.
                "Nnyeah, mmm, did you like that?" he croaks out, increasing his pace and lowering my bottom back onto the mattress, probably making it easier on his knees. I can't really reciprocate by talking, so I nod and release a long, loud moan as he thrusts in and rearranges some vital organs.
                I am dangerously close to orgasm here. I feel it coming, there's a low rolling wave swelling in my abdomen, and my body's starting to vibrate; my inner thighs are quivering almost painfully. I open my eyes against the will to just feel and behold the sight of us in the mirror once more, his splendid, perfect ass and back hovering over me, the ruddy tones of his skin complementing the fairness of mine. "We're beautiful." I acknowledge in a whisper, right before he reaches between us and thumbs my clitoris hard, coaxing me into the hardest, most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. I release a scream so loud, I'm sure not only did his neighbors hear, this one reverberated through the entire block. Cool. Stars replace my vision as he continues to pound into me, going after his own release, which I assume he's not far behind on, because I feel *him* start to quiver over me.
                "Mmmm...gah...Scully...oh,oh,ohhHHH! SCULLEE-E-E!" he finally groans, thrusting furiously hard into me as he comes, making the last part of my name sound choppy as he yells it out. He thrusts really hard three more times before he slows down and finally stops.
                Wow. That was really...Wow. I could definitely get used to this being a part of my daily regimen. My legs are starting to cramp, but I can't find any words to tell him so, I have officially lost all speech. Meanwhile, he's slumped between my legs, resting his head on my chest as he desperately tries to regain his breathing. Then it's as if he understands my pain, because he removes my legs from his shoulders and crawls off of me, moving my body so that he can press against my back like spoons in a drawer.
                His arm curls protectively around my waist as he pushes his face into my hair, "Scully? Are you okay?" he asks me.
                I find speech, my face spreading into a wide grin, "I'm fine, Mulder. And you?"
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Wednesday Afternoon
J. Edgar Hoover building
4:27 p.m.

                Scully has just come back from the lab. They had to analyze the goo on the shoes, being that it's the only piece of evidence left on this otherwise solved case. I smile at her as she makes her way toward me, she wore my favorite suit today, formfitting black Donna Karan, and because I *told her* it was my favorite. How cool is that?
                She's wearing a smirk on her face as she places the final forms on my desk, "Glow Sticks, Mulder."
                "Huh?"
                "The unexplained goo on the shoes, remember? Darling, I've only been gone half the day..."
                "What did you call me?" I cut her off.
                She blushes and looks down, "I guess I called you Darling. It's no big deal."
                "Yeah, it is, Pookiebear." I counter.
                She rolls her eyes, "You are *not* calling me that." she says, "Anyhow, we analyzed the goo and we found that it's mostly the compound found in glow sticks, necklaces, etc."
                I smile and stretch my arms, "Case complete. Hey, I think that means we can go home now, Scully." I crack.
                She looks at me sternly, nodding once, "And do what, Agent Mulder?" she questions seriously, a grin peeking from the corners of her mouth.
                Before I can counter, her cell phone rings, and she answers it in record time, "Scully. Oh, hi Pepper! How are you? Yeah, Fox is fine. In fact, he's right here." she looks at me, smiling slyly as her hand slides teasingly up my inner thigh and just as teasingly pulls away, "Uh-huh...well, I could ask." she holds her hand to the receiver, "Pepper needs an answer on that kegger tonight. Are you up for it?" she asks me. I nod and she gets back to conversing with Pepper, "Sounds good. I look forward to seeing you too, Cutiepie. Kisses."
                Scully hangs up the phone and looks at me, "What?" she asks, noticing my expression of mock pain.
                "She gets Cutiepie and I can't call you Pookiebear? I know girlfriends get special privileges, but, damn!" I joke, "So, what does she call *you*, Scully?"
                "Her Royal Sexyness." she mumbles lowly, a flush of red climbing up her cheeks.
                I burst into laughter, "Well, that's appropriate. All I get is Darling?" I retort.
                "Well, what kind of nickname would you like?" she purrs, sliding off her current position on the desk and going behind me to massage my shoulders, "There's always 'sex ape' or 'my golden god' or even 'nine inches o' swingin' death'." she jokes with me.
                I chuckle, "I like that last one. It sounded pretty cool." I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling her on my lap, "Can that be my new nickname?"
                She giggles, "Not even close." she laughs out, "How about Beer-Bong King? At least then you sound somewhat cool and not like a cheesy porn star."
                I lean in, looking around our empty office before kissing her, "It's good to be the king."

                   FIN!!!!!

Author's notes: I would personally thank all of my friends who made into this crazy fucking fic, you guys all rule. Cosmic's coffee is a real place, it really is owned and run by an 18 year old guy named Jimmy, and my homeboy Hammer really does live right over it, and we usually do throw afterpartys at the Kings.
Post-Script: I wrote this story 20 years ago, when I was a raging party girl and this really was my life back then. Now, it brings back all sorts of feelings of nostalgia, and I just thought I would share after finally getting a chance to edit this shit properly. Pla-dow.
"Papa been smoove since days of underroos..." ~Biggie Smalls "Hypnotize"
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