They walked off the film set, hand in hand. Both still giggling over the absurdity of the film based so loosely on their lives. What a joke it had become.
Mulder opened the door that lead them into the main studio lot. He held the door as Scully passed, letting go of her hand, placing it on her lower back. The lot was busy with people hurrying to different sets. For a second Mulder lost sight of Scully as a large group of people descended upon them. Dear god, it was a wall of muscly men, very scantily dressed, coming straight at him. Mulder stopped walking and waited for them to pass. He had to close his eyes as too much muscled men skin bumped him on all sides.
Scully turned when she noticed Mulder was not at her side. She looked back trying to find him in the crowd of people. She saw him attempting to make himself physically smaller as the throng of half naked men squished past him. She felt a giggle bubbling up as she saw his eyes close, most likely holding his breath, wishing they would hurry. She started walking back toward him.
He opened his eyes and came face to face with more flesh. This time of the female variety. About thirty exotically dressed women were hurrying past him. They all smiled as they passed and a few even touched his arms or even his chest. He couldn't help the goofy smile that came onto his face. As they passed, he turned and watched them go. They looked back at him, giggling and waving. He looked his fill and then turned around, face to face with an eyebrow quirked, arms crossed Scully.
"Coooo!" He exclaimed as he stopped himself short from plowing into her. "Jesus, Scully! You scared me."
"Hmm," she said with a tilt of her head. "Yeah Mulder, I saw that you were a bit.. distracted. You see something that catch your eye?"
"Me? What are you talk? I was simply waiting for the onslaught of half naked men to pass by," Mulder said, his face the picture of innocence.
"Uh huh," she said, rolling her tongue against her cheeks. "But the uh.. "onslaught" of half naked women was no trouble?"
"Scully, I am certainly not blind to the beauty of a woman's body. Especially when presented in such.. minimal packaging." Mulder said as he slid his hands into his pants pockets, a sheepish look on his face.
She stared at him, eyebrow firmly in place.
He looked in her eyes. Then down to her lips as he licked his own. Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "However, it leaves not much to the imagination. It is so much more titillating wondering what could be under.. say.. a business suit..or even a little black dress... and then getting to use your hands, lips, and tongue to find out."
He straightened up and took a step forward. He had heard her quick gasp of breath. He didn't have to see her eyes to know they were dark with desire. He had been witness to it often enough recently to recognize it. He had seen it when he had kissed her into a daze, when she had trailed her hand down his arm as they left the office- the silent invitation to come over. When he had made an innuendo and she could no longer simply ignore him. And his most favorite, when she had looked up at him as he slid his cock into her. Every time her eyes were pools of desire from which he never wanted to escape. He would gladly drown in them, if it meant he could stay physically connected to her forever.
She was still standing there, arms crossed, but trying to control her racing heart and breathing. God, he could set her pulse racing so easily. Truth be told, he always could. But now.. now his whispers and closeness are not pushed away and called up later in her fantasies. Now his whispers fill her ears as he trails his fingers down her naked skin. As he squeezes her fingers when they leave work -telling her he will be over later. When he stands so close she can smell him, when he brushes against her and it's as if an electric current passes through them. Imagination no longer is needed because she knows how the crook of his neck smells and tastes. The way his body feels on every inch of hers. She shivers and turns around.
He has taken a few steps past her but has paused waiting for her to catch up. He is not looking at her, but he has his arm crooked out, knowing she will slip her arm through and join him. He waits and then feels her by his side. She surprises him and slides her hand down his arm and then laces her fingers with his, in his packet.
It makes him jump in surprise. This is different, they've never done this before. It feels so incredibly intimate. Considering the amount of time they have recently spent naked and sated, this small act shouldn't make his heart pound in his ears. Her small hand in his though, touching his thigh, so close to his groin.. god, he feels his cock start to stir. If she moved her fingers just a little, she might find a surprise.
He pulls their hands out of his pocket and clears his throat, but keeps their fingers locked together. "So.. uh.." he says as he licks his suddenly very dry lips. "That uh.. credit card.. what did you uh.. have in mind?"
He glances down at her and sees laughter in her eyes. Jesus, she is so beautiful. She is so happy tonight; her eyes are shining enough to light up a city.
"Well," she begins, her voice sounding like it did back in the studio lot; reminding him they were still young and alive. "What do you think about getting some food? That food at the cast party was a little too.. frou-frou for me. And, such small portions- such a waste of time. How about we grab a bite and maybe head to the beach?"
She suddenly grabbed his hand with both of hers and squished close to him as more people rushed past them. He felt her body press against him, her breast against his arm. Any thoughts he may have had, went right out of his head. All he wanted to do was fuck her senseless. Food? He could take it or leave it. The beach? He didn't care if he ever saw it again.
If he was honest, all he really wanted to do, was go back to the hotel and spend the next twenty four hours with her-naked. They could order some room service, that was food, right? Christ, he had spent seven years not being naked with her and he wanted to make up for lost time.
"Scully, you know, they have this amazing invention called room service. We could order in, maybe watch a movie.. whatever." He said nonchalantly, as if his only thought wasn't getting her out of her dress. Seeing which panty set she had on tonight; taking it off and making her come on his tongue.
They had reached the street where the limos sat waiting. Scully felt so happy and carefree, she needed to do something. As much as she enjoyed sex with Mulder, and oh god.. did she ever, she wanted more than that tonight. She knew if they went to the hotel, they would end up in bed, no food, until they were both satisfied with each other's bodies. God.. it made her wet to think about it, and she almost relented. But, she wanted to do something fun with Mulder that didn't involve being naked. Spend some time in the California ocean air.
She took her hand from his in case someone from the film was out here and was watching. Turning to him, she looked up at him and motioned for him to lean down. She stood on tiptoes at the same time and whispered in his ear.
"Mulder, I want to get some food, take a walk on the beach. Do something fun with this credit card from Skinner. A non-work activity that we can remember and enjoy. But Mulder," she puts her hands on his chest and trails them down to his waistband. "rest assured, you will definitely be coming inside me tonight. Hopefully, many times. And I am looking forward to coming on your tongue. You know how I enjoy that every time you do it. How wet you make me."
Mulder was breathing like a man who had just finished a marathon. As she stepped back, she gave him a sultry smile and waved to the limo driver. He grabbed her waist and put his mouth against her ear.
"Fucking hell, Scully.." he rasped hoarsely. "You don't play fair. I don't get to see how your body is responding, but mine is on full display. You're going to pay for this later."
Now it was her turn to breathe hard as she felt her core throb. She felt herself get even wetter. She knew how much the dirty talk affected him, just as it did to her. God, they had been mind fucking each other for years, no wonder they both got off simply from the other speaking. She had actually come just from Mulder talking to her the first time they had sex. He hadn't touched her. Just told her what he wanted to do, how he would do it, and how amazing it would feel when he did. After she had had a mind blowing orgasm, he had made good on all he had promised. Slowly and with immense care.
He began to straighten up and attempt to conceal his arousal, just as the limo reached them, she whispered back to him, "You can't see it, it's true, but rest assured that I am positively drenched. Good thing I decided to wear panties.."
The limo driver stood there and cleared his throat. Scully turned toward him with a million dollar smile. Mulder felt his knees actually go weak and he turned his back to the both of them. He was painfully hard and knew it was going to be difficult to hide. He took off his jacket, commenting on the heat. He kept his jacket in front of his crotch as he heard Scully and the driver discussing places to eat.
"Mulder," she called in a voice as sweet as honey. As if she hadn't just told him she wanted him coming inside her later. That she wanted to come on his tongue. God, she was a vixen. "What do you feel like eating?" Her eyes were dancing with mirth. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. He stared daggers at her.
She was trying so hard not to laugh. She knew exactly where his mind had gone with that question. She smiled so happily at him, he smiled back. "Whatever you want is fine with me, Scully," he said. He really didn't care. If she was happy, then so was he.
After some discussion with the driver, they decided on a Mexican place that boasted serving the best guacamole. Bonus, it was close to the beach.
Scully climbed in the car and slid across the seat. Mulder slid in after her. He kept his jacket on his lap, still keeping himself covered. As they began to drive away, she kicked off her shoes and he reached up and untied his tuxedo tie. This one was worse than the every day ties he had to wear. He pulled the tie out of his collar and put it in his pocket. He undid the first few buttons and then rested his head on the back of the seat, turning toward Scully.
She had been watching him. He looked so handsome in his suit, but watching him loosen himself from the confines of it, was sexy as hell. She recalled all the late nights, on so many cases, when he would sit across from her with his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up. She saw him smirk. She knew he knew where her mind had gone.
Two weeks ago, they barely made it further than her entryway, before they were on the floor engaging in fast, frantic sex. They had been on a case, a tough one. They had agreed to no physical activities while working. God, but it was difficult. This was still so new, it was hard to keep their hands off each other.
He had walked her upstairs after catching all the flirty sexy eyes she was throwing his way. After they had walked in, she pushed him into the door and shoved her tongue in his mouth. Clothes had been ripped off, bodies caressed, completion achieved.
After, she held him close, still joined, on the hard floor, uncaring and unwilling to have him move. She stroked her nails up his back and in his hair. Mulder had been surprised by her eagerness, but incredibly pleased. He murmured so to her as he lay on top of her, trying to catch his breath. She had given a low chuckle and told him it had been how he was dressed. His sleeves rolled up, his tie hanging down. All these years how sexy she found him when he had sat there with her, dressed in the same way. How she had had to stop herself so many times from climbing in his lap and fucking him senseless. Now though, she had said with a thrust of her hips, feeling him stir inside her, now she could do something about it.
She breaks from her memory as she hears Mulder asking the driver a question, never taking his eyes off hers. "So, about twenty minutes?"
"Give or take," the driver replied.
"It's been kind of a long night. Hope you don't mind, but I'm going to close the partition so we can rest a little," Mulder said, his eyes burning a fire into hers. He didn't wait for an answer, just put the partition up.
"Mulder," Scully started to say, but was cut off by his mouth on hers.
He kissed her slowly, savoring the feel of her lips. He licked across her lips and pushed his tongue inside. He buried his hand in her hair as she shifted to climb onto his lap. She straddled him as their kiss deepened. He held onto her hip and kept one hand in her hair, anchoring her to him.
God, she loved kissing him. She had spent so long glancing at those full lips, wondering how they would feel on her mouth and her body and now she had access to them any time. He was an amazing kisser, making her knees weak and body tingle.
He broke away, catching his breath. Then began kissing her jaw, her neck, sucking her earlobe.
"Mulder," she murmured as she rocked her hips against him. "You need to move your coat."
His head snapped back and he looked at her in surprise.
"What?" she asked looking innocent and sinful at the same time. "Did you think you could kiss me like that and I wouldn't want more?"
"Thought about it, but didn't expect it," he said as he brought his hand to her inner thigh. His thumb stroking small circles, setting her skin on fire. His hand starts to creep up. Jesus Christ, he can feel her heat already. He pushes her dress up and his thumb brushes across her panties. God, she wasn't lying, they're drenched.
She gasped when he touched her and threw her head back. He rubbed his thumb across again and she whimpered. His other hand reached for the zipper of her dress.
"Mulder," she said grabbing his hand from her zipper and bringing it to her breast instead. "We don't have time for that. Fast, hard. I want you inside me. Move your coat. Get your pants open."
She climbed off him and stood bent over enough to work her panties off. He watched her with lust in his eyes, but didn't move. Goddamn, she was truly the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
She held her panties in her hand and looked at him. She raised her eyebrows and looked down at his lap. He grabbed his coat and tossed it without a care. He started to struggle with his button and zipper, never taking his eyes off her. Standing there with her panties in her hand, knowing how wet she was, made him incredibly hard.
He finally got his pants open. He raised up enough to pull them down over his hips, taking his boxers with him. His cock sprang out and he grabbed a hold of it, stroking. She bit her lip as she watched him touch himself. It was so hot, watching him do that.
She had urged him to let her watch him one night. Watch how he liked to touch himself so she could learn what he enjoyed. Just before he had come, she had taken him in her mouth and swallowed every drop. Their love making that night had been hot and dirty. They said filthy things to each other and tried many different positions and places in her apartment. Scully had lost track of how many times she had come. It had felt like she had a nonstop orgasm. Never had anyone made her feel so wild and carnal as he did. He knew exactly how to touch her, to make her scream, make her wet, make her come. It was like he had a guidebook to her erogenous zones. Even from the very first time, he played her body like a well tuned instrument.
She stepped toward him and straddled him again, her knees on the leather seat. She pulled her dress up to her waist, still holding her panties in one hand. Mulder looked down at her body as he continued to stroke his cock. He could see her pussy glistening with her juices and his cock throbbed.
She put her hands on his shoulders and lifted up higher and closer to him. He looked back up at her as he ran the head of his cock across her slit.
"Fuuuuuuuck," she breathed out, staring down at him. "Jesus, Mulder. Oh my god..."
He pushed the head in as she started to sink down. They both hissed at the contact. She was so wet, he slid to the hilt with one thrust. She sat flush against him as they tried to control their breathing.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her mouth on his ear. "We have about ten-fifteen minutes before this car stops and we need to be presentable. Think you can make me come in about seven minutes, Agent Mulder?" She raised off his hard cock, her pussy slick and tight around him.
"No, Agent Scully," he said as he slammed her back down. "I think I can make you come in five."
With speed and agility she didn't anticipate, she found herself on the her back on the floor with Mulder still deep inside her. He began to pound into her, her legs wrapped around his hips. He bent down and stuck his tongue in her mouth. He knew that she liked that. She had told him, the feel of his tongue in her mouth while his cock was inside her, made her feel like she she was being fucked at both ends. She called him, after he had left one night, and told him how she gotten her vibrator and fucked herself with it while thinking of his cock and tongue. He had stroked himself to an orgasm as she told him how it had felt.
He stroked his tongue in and out as he did his cock. He felt her tighten her legs around him and her internal muscles gripped him. He knew it wouldn't be long for either of them.
Scully reached under his shirt and scratched her nails down his back, landing on his ass and pulling him close. She could feel her orgasm coming on. Christ, it didn't take much. With other lovers, she had needed more.. everything. But with Mulder.. Jesus.. she seemed on the cusp all the time. Seven years was a long time to deny physical needs, true, but it was more than that. They were connected in so many ways, that sex just added to it. Made it better. God.. so much better.
"Three minutes, Mulder," she said as she pulled her mouth from his. "I'm close... so close. Talk to me.. I need to hear your voice."
"Mmm Scully, three minutes is more than enough time. I'm close too. God, you feel so good, Scully. Every time.. so good. Do you need.." he trailed off as he brought his hand to her clit. He started to rub and she stopped him.
"I.. no.. just.. just..harder.. faster. Talk to me. Your voice makes me come. Your voice.."
He swelled inside her as he started pounding faster and harder. He moved his hands down and cradled her head. He leaned close to her ear. "Scully.. god.. I am so close. Oh.. god.. do that again.. yeah.. do you feel how hard I am? How hard you make me? Oh Scully.. you just got so wet. I felt it.. come on Scully.. come for me. One minute Scully. Come Scully.. come..," he nipped just below her ear as his thrusts became faster and sloppier.
Scully scraped her nails up his back and dug them in his shoulder blades. She cried out as his words brought her over the edge. She felt herself coming and him right behind. He kept thrusting as he emptied himself inside her. He kissed her again as he felt her pulsing and releasing around him. She was humming against his lips, her body thrumming. God, he was so good at this. So good. A couple more thrusts and they were still.
Mulder raised his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she had a happy smile on her face.
"Time's up, Scully," he said with a smile of his own.
She opened her eyes and chuckled. "Five minutes on the dot, Mulder. You're good."
He waggled his eyebrows at her as he began to pull back and then out of her. On his knees, he looked around and found some linen napkins. He wiped himself off and then pulled his boxers and pants back up, but didn't button them. He then turned and used the napkin to gently wipe up Scully. He reached up and took her panties out of her hand and moved to her feet to slide them back up her legs. They were still damp, but better than nothing.
"Up," he said as he got them to her hips. She lifted her hips and he slid them into place. He pulled her up and pulled her dress back down. She felt weightless and blissful. She reached over and started tucking Mulder's shirt back into his pants.
"I can do that," he said, as he moved her hands away. She turned and grabbed her shoes as she sat down. She slid them on as she watched him tuck his shirt in and button his pants. He put the napkin he used on them in his pocket, planning to throw it out when he found a trash can. He looked at her and they both grinned. She smoothed her hair and started to take out her headband.
"Leave it," he said, reaching for her arm to stop her from removing it. "You look so adorable with it on."
She smiled again and left it in place. He picked his jacket up and put it back on, no longer needing to hide his erection.
She rolled the window down, telling him to do the same. "It's stuffy.. and it smells like sex in here," she says as he gives her a questioning look. He nods his head, smiling, obliging her as he sits next to her. She reached over and locked their fingers together.
"Thank you," she said in a low voice. "That's one.."
"One?" He asked her, confused. Rubbing his thumb across the inside of her palm.
"Of many," she said nodding, watching his thumb.
He looked at her with a frown, not understanding her meaning. The limo was beginning to slow down and he looked out the window. She tugged on his hand so he would look at her. "I told you earlier.." she leans close, kisses his cheek, and whispers in his ear. "You will hopefully be coming inside me many times tonight... so.. that's one.."
She sits back, keeping her eyes on him, as the limo stops completely. He leans in and kisses her softly. "In that case, I promise it's not the last of the night."
The door opens and he pulls back from her, reaching for her hand to step out of the car.
