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Love in an Elevator
author: Pepperstasia Beaverhausen (writing as gillianinchains)
rating: NC-17 all day, bit**es
spoilers: tiny one for "Never Again"
categories: MSR, alternating M&S POV
summary and the disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they are the property of Chris Carter and I know everyone knows this by now, donotsuemebitches! I ain't got shit, nohow. Basically, I figured that Mulder and Scully did this around Season 7, where a crashing of bodies is always fully palpable. On with the show.

Saturday 10:30 p.m.
Northwestern Warehouse Building
Washington, D.C.

          I think we've been sent on a wild goose chase. Mulder had received one of his numerous anonymous e-mails again; this one alluding us to this warehouse office/studio building on a tip about doctors performing experiments on alien/human hybrid embryos.
          So far, I've only seen a few empty offices and heard the strains of a few local bands who have studio space in the building. We did run into a few of the musicians a couple minutes ago; some attractive young men with mod haircuts from a band called Madrid. The bassist garnered an interest in me and gave me his phone number, but really didn't have any information pertaining to the case. They had no idea of any sort of Doctor's offices or laboratories inside this building, they told us.
          I have to admit, I don't appear very FBI today. It's mid-July, and a crackin' ninety degrees at that. Plus, it's a Saturday, my day off actually, so instead of showing up in one of my usual business suits, I came in my short brown floral thin cotton sundress, one of the only bearable articles of clothing that I have in heat like this. I would have changed, but Mulder urged me to show up here immediately, so now I'm stuck getting hit on by a cute bassist while I'm just trying to focus on my task at hand.
          Mulder tugs on my arm, " Scully, I think we need to secure the back perimeter of the uh, building." he says, shooting cute-bassist a look as he breaks up our conversation about where Madrid is playing out next.
          "I should get back to rehearsal anyway." Cute-bassist says, "Give me a call, Dana?"
          I nod as Mulder pulls me away, "Sure."
          We make our way down the hallway. Mulder's also wearing weekend attire, the day-off jeans and a t-shirt combo. He's glowing a bit from sweat, there's no central air in this building and it's plenty hot in here. God, he looks good. I'm my usual half-step behind him, perfect for checking out his ass. I really just want to reach out and grab it sometimes. Yeah, I want my partner; in the worst way, really. The attraction has always been there, but I *had* figured that if I didn't act on it, it would go away, thereby keeping our professional relationship intact.
          That theory turned out to be wrong, of course.
          Instead, the attraction just keeps growing, and I can't even fantasize about anyone but him anymore. I couldn't fuck another man if I tried. I *did* try, actually, a couple years ago, but because of my body's obsession with Mulder, he ended up sleeping on the couch (and trying to kill me, whacked out on hallucinogens), and the sexual tension has just kept on building. There's not a thing I can do about it, because he's done nothing overt enough to show me that *he* wants me, and I am determined not to make a fool of myself.
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          I am a man with overloaded senses and a jealousy complex. Thank goodness I got Scully away from "Isaac/Bass Guitar" before I put a bullet in his knee. You can't get accused of attempted murder if you aim below the belt.
          I didn't really want to kill the guy, anyway. Just warn him to stay the hell away from *my* Scully, that's all. What can I say? I'm a territorial beast. Sue me.
          Not that I blame "Isaac/Bass Guitar" for hitting on her. My dick got hard the second I laid eyes on her tonight. She's wearing this little nothing of a sundress, and all the glistening expanse of Scullyskin has gotten to me. It's one hot mother of a day today, and she has this thin sheen of sweat coating her arms, chest, back of her neck, thighs... anyway, not important. What is important and what *has* gotten my goat, however, was that Scully took his number.
          She's not supposed to flirt with other men. Doesn't she know that?
          I'm glad she's walking behind me right now, because I still do have a purpose here tonight, and just looking at her at this point muddles my thoughts. Plus, I'm hoping that she doesn't notice my erection, which is thankfully dying down, but I keep a pace or two ahead to keep it out of her eyeline.
          "I don't think it's on this floor, Mulder." Scully says in that voice that forces my dick to stand back up at attention. "We're at the end of the hallway."
          "What's through these doors, then?" I ask, jiggling the handle of said doors, strategically censoring the unit as I keep my back to her.
          "Probably a back stairwell?" she answers my question with her question at the same time I turn the handle and the door opens.
          Well, Scully *was* right. We've found the back stairwell and a do-it-yourself, old fashioned freight elevator.
          "Do you wanna save our strength and try out the freight elevator?" I ask her, finally turning around to look at her.
          Oh, bad move. She's got her arms stretched out over her head in an attempt to stretch out her back muscles, and this action has raised the hemline of her dress to almost the bottom swell of her ass.
Scully halts her stretch as soon as I face her, though, and answers me, "Sure. Beats the hell out of traversing many flights of stairs in this heat. I can barely think."
          We enter the elevator, close the gate and doors, and I begin to push the lever up, "So, you gonna call him, Scully?"
          I admit my tone betrayed me just now, but I just had a perverse thought of her with "Isaac/Bass Guitar", and brought on by the heat and her proximity, I'm increasingly incensed.
          "He's cute, huh?" she dares to ask my opinion.
          "I think he had a little more than just an overbite, Scully." I snort.
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          "Why do you care, anyway?" I shoot back.
          Mulder has just begun to piss me off. He has no right to question me about other men, and until he actually shows some ownership, playing Jealous Mulder does nothing more than anger me.
          "I came here to work; not watch you make eyes with a throwback from Oasis." Mulder grumbles at me.
          Red Alert! Now I'm hot and close to furious, "Excuse me? Did you forget that it's Saturday? I am not on the clock and neither are you. The last I checked, that translates into me sacrificing my free time for *you*. Maybe, maybe I should just go back to the first floor, find Madrid's practice space and the cute bassist, and ditch *your* ungrateful ass for once." I fume, my voice harsh and low.
          Mulder stops the elevator, bringing the lever center in such an abrupt way the whole thing jerks and throws me a little off-balance. I grip the wall railing for support.
          "Fine, I'll bring you to the first floor and you can just go ahead and fuck him then." Mulder says snidely, his burning eyes meeting mine.
          " I would like nothing *more* than a good fuck right now, thank you very much." I challenge him.
          Did that just really come out of my mouth? It's hot. I'm delirious. I'm not making any sense.
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          Holy shit. I know she said what I'm *sure* she said, because my cock almost blew its load right there. I just went from agitated to completely turned on in the span of a millisecond.
          Scully's look is a combination of pissed, flushed, and gorgeous right now; she's leaning against the wall railing, her chest is rising and falling fast, and I'm overcome by this distinct desire to devour her.
          So strong in fact, that my body doesn't hear my weak, heat-addled mind's protest to do just that.
          I advance on her, gripping her by the shoulders and crushing my mouth to hers. I'm a man on fire, exploding with desire for every inch of her. Scully responds to my kiss, hands flying up from behind her to clutch fistfuls of my hair as her body molds to mine instantly.
That's right. "Isaac/Bass Guitar" who, Scully? This is incredible. She smells delicious and her mouth tastes fantastic. I have her shoved against the railing and now my hands are groping anything and everything I can in the most frenzied pace imaginable. Who knew Scully was such a talent at kissing like this? She tugs a bit on my bottom lip with her teeth before diving back in and swirling tongues with mine, moving one hand from my hair down to my ass and giving it a firm squeeze. My dick is fighting to escape.
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          Thank you, God.
          Thank you for answering silent prayers and prompting Mulder to take me like a man. It was just so unexpected and exhilarating at the same time, I almost came right there.
          And now I am squeezing his ass. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.
          Oh, and now his hand is slooowly squeezing my breast, with an intensity that crumbles me. I'm so hot, and this is so hot, and *He's* definitely hot. I need him inside me. Now.
          We're still firmly attached at the mouth, and I try to push him away from me slightly so I can take off these blasted panties. I think he's realized what I'm doing, because he's followed suit, and started unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants.
          Finally, I'm getting everything that I want! I don't even have to *say* anything! This is wonderful.
          Panties off and jeans pushed down to ankles, his big Mulder hands have now gripped my naked ass and hoisted me up to where I am half-sitting against the railing, legs wrapped around his waist. Then, he just shoves it in.
          Oh. My. God. I feel like I'm split in half. He's not moving just yet, but he's still kissing the legs off me. I think I groaned into his mouth a second ago when he pushed his huge member into my not-huge vagina and rearranged some vital organs.
          Mulder moves his hips and I push back in response. This feels like just what I needed, like...whoa.
          Just, whoa.
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          Fuck, this is overwhelmingly good. Scully's so hot and slick and tight, and I'm gripping her amazing ass and establishing a rhythm between frantic and slow. I cannot come before she does. I won't allow it. I just keep kissing her, it keeps my mind distracted from just tearing into her completely and blowing this whole thing.
          I will not blow it. Scully wants to be fucked, and I aim to be the one to do it right. Request granted. She has now taken her hands off me and I panic briefly until I notice that she's moved them to grip the railing so that she can more readily assist in our current sexcapade.
          Talkin' about some teamwork, Scully. ‘Good call’ I think as she shoves her hips into mine and her walls give my cock a little squeeze.
          With my left hand still on her ass for support, I trail my right hand languidly over her thigh and into her center, pressing three fingers down on her engorged clit.
          Scully's mouth breaks away from mine as she lets out a startled, “Oh!" and begins to pick up the pace.
          This is definitely a good thing, except it doesn't really make it too easy to keep pressing there, so instead, I keep my hand trailing up her body, until I reach her breast, then massage the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
          Her walls clench even tighter around my cock as she throws her head back and her thighs start to quiver. Scully's heels press into my lower back as our pace escalates to breakneck speed.
          I'm *there*, my dick swells to bursting and her slick wetness vibrates around me, in me, and thru me like a juggernaut fury of ecstasy. My mouth connects with her shoulder and I'm spurred to biting it as my long-awaited orgasm blows through my body.
          Her fingernails slash down my chest in response.
          'Likes it rough.' I file away in my memory before I black out.
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          Hoo-boy. My whole body sings with joy. That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Ever. Mulder is still standing with his cock inside me, but his head is slumped over, and I'm suspicious that he's passed out.
          "Mulder?" I ask. I hope this didn't just kill him. How would I explain that in the case report?
          "Mmm?" he responds, straightening up and slipping out of me.
          My vagina is slightly disappointed at this.
          "Are you okay?" I manage out, searching his face for any signs of panic.
          Luckily, all I see is lassitude, "Just a little dizzy." he says, his mouth quirking into a sexy half-grin. Mulder backs away from me and proceeds to pull up his pants and underwear, "Are *you* okay?" he asks me tentatively as he re-buckles his belt.
          Meanwhile, I'm straightening my dress, smoothing the hem around my thighs. I let out a nervous sigh, "I feel pretty good, actually." I let on, trying to stifle a smile, "If not more than just a little hot."
          "So, um, should we try to cover the rest of the building?" Mulder asks me, mind obviously back on focusing on his lead.
          Disappointment washes over me, "Sure." I agree, suddenly feeling hollow.
          I follow him through the rest of the building and of course, we find nothing. A complete waste of a Saturday evening, except for the one thing...
          How is he going to fuck me like that and then try to pretend that nothing happened? This is driving me crazy. We make our way back to the parking lot, where our cars are parked side by side. I can't even say anything at this point, and I am starting to feel tears welling up in my eyes. Oh my god, what have I done? Just when I thought it was all coming together.
          Tears stream down my face as Mulder clears his throat to speak, "So uh, how to proceed from here, huh?" he asks rhetorically.
          "Yeah." I choke out, barely able to quash my embarrassment. Man. I just put it all out there and now I am forced to eat the regurgitated remains of my recent actions. This is unbearable.
          "Scully, that was one of the most incredible experiences of my entire life." Mulder admits, knocking the wind out of me.
          I sag a little against my car, laughing shakily and trying to discreetly wipe the tears from my face, “Mine too.” I let out.
          Mulder's face is a mask of immediate concern, "What's wrong?" he asks, rushing to my side.
          "I'm just...scared. I don't know what you're thinking anymore."
          "I'm sorry I acted like that back there." Mulder apologizes, "I was no better than an animal, and I understand if you're angry with me..."
          "I'm not angry. I'm just tired. Sort of relieved. I need a resolution though, Mulder." I say, a little calmer now that we can feel out the territory.
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          "What kind of resolution?" I ask. Whatever it is, I'll do it.
          "We need to verbalize exactly how we feel about this. You first." Scully says, exhaling slowly.
          Why do I have to go first? She's already talking anyway. I comply, "Did I not just tell you that was the single greatest experience of my life? It wasn't just because it fulfills every young dorky Aerosmith fan's fantasy to do it in an elevator." She lets out a laugh, and I pause and take another breath, "The reason that little indiscretion that took place back there was so mind-blowingly hot was because *you* are mind-blowingly hot; and the REAL truth, Scully, is that I've wanted to do that for *years* and tonight, you got here in that dress, and "Isaac/Bass Guitar" was all over you, and it just culminated into a *need* that crawled out from under my skin and attacked you. How about you?"
          Scully's jaw has dropped slightly and her eyes shine as her mouth spreads into a smile, "I've wanted you for years, too." she admits, "I just couldn't act on it for fear of the usual things i.e., if you reciprocated, for one, how it would jeopardize our professional relationship..."
          "Whether or not people would catch us fucking in the janitor's supply closet." I cut in, resting a hand on her knee.
          Scully gulps, and it's incredibly cute to me, "That too." she breathes. I notice the little hairs on her arms are standing on end.
          I really *do* have an effect on her. I give her a rakish smile as my hand travels up her leg, "So the question at hand now, Scully, is your place or mine?"

Done, Bitches!
“Love in an Elevator; Livin’ it up while we’re goin’ down…” ~Aerosmith “Love in an Elevator
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