TITLE: "Steam and Ice Cream" (1/4) AUTHORS: Crash and Ten E-MAIL: mamymac@juno.com and kristena@ocean.com.au CLASS: MSR RATING: NC-17 for adult situations SPOILERS: No particular setting, mentions "Anasazi". ARCHIVE: Anywhere you like as long as our names, disclaimer and addresses stay with it. SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully share some ice cream and a little more on a stake out. DISCLAIMER # 1: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 10-13 Productions and Fox Broadcasting. They are used without permission...but that is after all the only way we can have fun with them. No profit is being made from this fanfic, but it did make us giggle a lot. : ) This fanfic is rated NC-17 for your protection. If you're under 18, SCRAM. DISCLAIMER # 2: CRASH'S CAR DISCLAIMER For the record, this is a piece of fanfic, and it contains the thoughts and opinions of its authors. I have made disparaging remarks about the Ford product Crown Victoria in this writing. I want to stress this is MY OPINION and not a statement of fact. Thanks to that little article in the Constitution, the First Amendment, I'm allowed to say such things, so I did. I will say, at least, my opinion is educated because I have driven a Crown Victoria and I learned to drive in a Ford Thunderbird. Both experiences brought me to my current opinion. Authors' Notes at End. "Steam and Ice Cream" (1/4) By Crash and Ten Posted April, 1998 Steam rose from the hot asphalt as the rain continued its assault. Mulder's limp dress shirt clung to his skin like plastic wrap. He swore under his breath as he stepped off the curb into a puddle on the street. Another lame stakeout for the VCS in a particularly lovely May rainstorm. He looked up to find the agents he and Scully were relieving snicker as they watched him from their nice, dry car. The X-Files agents had been hauled onto this case at short notice because of all the potential places the suspect could be. Raymond Gillespie liked to kidnap women at night. On a 'typical' night, he would take his chosen victim to any one of six graveyards, drag her through it until he found a grave bearing a female the same age as his ex-girlfriend, then make his victim lie on the grave, bound and gagged. He would then slash the woman, believing he was punishing his girlfriend. The injured woman would be left there, at risk of bleeding to death in the darkness. Public outcry led to the FBI taking over jurisdiction after one victim was dragged over state lines into Maryland. It was an election year, so politicians assured their discontent voters that Headquarters would be in charge of the case instead of the local office. So Violent Crimes had a lot of territory to cover tonight, and only a limited number of agents to do it with. Even less than usual because of a bad flu bug. Since no new X-files had surfaced, Skinner assigned Mulder and Scully to help. They were to stand guard near Gillespie's apartment. Two other sets of agents were covering the other entrances to the building. Every set was in radio contact. Gillespie didn't know his identity had been discovered, that his apartment yielded damning evidence in a search this afternoon, so he would come back here eventually after his night-time activities in the streets and cemeteries. There was no workplace to check because he was unemployed. The agents on watch at this spot, Pascoe and Hewlett, hadn't made any "Spooky" jokes when the partners showed up because they were glad their double shift wouldn't extend out any further. They even offered to wait while Mulder and Scully ducked to the public facilities - Skinner had dumped the job on them as they were about to leave work for the day, Mulder getting the call in the carpark that requested their immediate involvement. Mulder saw Scully was in their own car in the alley. Pascoe shouted through his partially open window as Mulder crossed the street, "Hey Mulder! Looks like you could use a raincoat!" He tossed a small, shiny object in Mulder's direction. Out of sheer luck, Mulder caught it and realized what kind of raincoat it was. "Jerk," he muttered under his breath. He clenched the foil packet tightly in his fist and headed for the alley, Pascoe waving mockingly as he and Hewlett drove off down the street. Mulder idly thought D.C.'s weather patterns had taken a turn for the schizophrenic. It had been 35 degrees just 3 days ago. Now it was 80 and muggy and pouring down rain. He crossed the shiny pavement to the tan Crown Victoria. He wrenched the door open and collapsed in a soggy heap in the driver's seat. He dimly thanked his lucky stars the car he'd requisitioned had leather seats - the only car in the FBI fleet that did - which his waterlogged trousers wouldn't ruin. It had been impounded after a drug bust. He roughly pulled his ruined tie from around his neck without looking at his partner. He squeezed the water out onto the street one-handed before shutting the door. He tossed the offending garment to the floorboard of the car. Its glow in the dark highlights weren't ideal for a night stakeout anyway. "Take a swim, Mulder?" "No, but I've got something I could use as a swimming cap if I decide to...thanks to that asshole, Pascoe." He held up the small packet that read "Trojan" and tossed it onto the dash. Mulder turned his head to face a pair of steel blue eyes appraising him. Her eyes flicked briefly to the condom then back to him. His mouth fell open when he saw the ice cream cone in her hand. "Where the hell did you find ice cream?" "Around the corner." She took a long lick that made him twitch. "You want some?" she said, pushing it in his direction. He shuddered a little bit. he thought. Scully flirting with him? He figured the heat must be getting to him. He sighed. "No thanks, Scully. I wouldn't want to keep you from savoring every bit," he said with a chuckle. He didn't add that watching her devour the sweet chocolate treat was going to make an otherwise boring stakeout interesting. The thought had crept, unbidden, into his head. She smiled at him. "Suit yourself." She turned her head and looked out the window. Mulder forced himself to pick up the radio and report that they were in position. Duty done, he noticed she wasn't drenched, and she'd taken off her blazer - it was draped limply over the upraised armrest between them. He'd tossed his suit jacket carelessly into the back earlier. She was wearing one of those cream colored silk blouses. He'd never admit it, but he loved those because he could almost see through them. He shook his head. XxX Scully forced herself to stare out the window. She couldn't look at her partner in his current state. His soaked shirt was sticking to him in all the right places. When he first got back to the car she'd been presented with the view of the dark shadows of his male nipples under the tight stretch of cotton. She almost came unglued. Then he'd seemed so interested in her ice cream. Her eyebrow arched skyward. She'd never thought of it before but an ice cream cone did resemble a certain part of the male anatomy. Scully shook her head. It was not like her to have thoughts like this. The air around her was becoming unbearably warm. Her own blouse was beginning to cling to her skin in the most oppressive way, even though the silk wasn't a thick weave. She hated spring in Washington. One day it was freezing cold, the next a real scorcher. She cursed herself for wearing a heavy blazer and a long sleeved shirt. At least the ice cream was cool, and chocolate was her favorite flavor. She bit into the gooey treat and heard Mulder gasp next to her. Her own breathing quickened. "What is it, Mulder?" she asked, her voice quavering slightly. She heard him swallow hard, his own voice was quite shaky, "Uh...nothing, Scully, I just thought I saw something. But it's not him." Scully had admitted to herself long ago she thought Mulder was attractive. What wasn't to like? His sleepy hazel eyes with the gold flecks; his strong well-muscled arms; his silky brown hair. She swept her hair behind her ear in frustration. She heard him sigh again. Was it even possible Mulder was attracted to her as well? She pushed the thought aside. Before she realized what she'd done, she idly reached up and undid the top button to her shirt, hoping to get a little airflow around her body. This time she heard Mulder audibly groan. She turned to face him. Heat crept into her face. As she did, a bit of the melting ice cream dripped onto her chest, onto the skin she'd just uncovered when she unbuttoned her blouse. XxX Mulder felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. She was eating that ice cream in a way that was decidedly erotic and then she did that thing with her hair. Mulder had a serious weakness for Scully's hair. He loved the way it framed her face like a red halo. But what really made him nuts was when she pushed it behind her ear, revealing the vanilla-white shell of her outer ear that he so longed to touch. For the life of him he couldn't remember when he knew he was attracted to his petite partner. He just knew he was. And today he was finding her positively irresistible. His fingers itched to touch her. Lower parts of his body were getting anxious as well. He backed up against the door of the car as if it would support him. Suddenly, she fixed him with those steel blue eyes again. He watched as the tiny drop of ice cream fell onto her chest. He had no idea what he was doing. It just happened. His hand reached across the long distance of the car to connect with the brown blob marring the alabaster of her skin. He wiped it up with his index finger and brought the drop slowly to his lips, sucking it off delicately. "Maybe I should have taken you up on your earlier offer, Scully. This ice cream really is good." Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened as if to say something. Nothing came out except ragged breaths. The air crackled around them. He watched, transfixed, as she looked at her ice cream in her right hand, then she scooped a bit off with her left index finger. She stretched her arm out to him, proffering a blob of the sticky stuff to him. He caught her wrist and pulled her arm, as well as the rest of her body, closer to him. He looked deeply into her eyes as he drew her finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over her tiny digit, savoring every last bit of the chocolate. Yet even after he'd cleaned her finger completely of the sweet treat, he continued his ministrations. She gasped, and he finally let go. "The ice cream is good, Scully. But I think you taste better." XxX Scully withdrew her finger from him. She was certain she'd turned fire-engine red. One of the more maddening things about her partner was his ability to turn the parry and thrust of their banter against her. She let loose a shuddery breath. Their eyes had locked. Even a liver-eating mutant wasn't as frightening as what she saw in Mulder's eyes. Not only was he looking at her with wanton desire, love was dancing in the hazel depths of his eyes. Her hands started to shake. Admitting to herself that Mulder was attractive hadn't been scary. She found lots of men attractive. But what was going on in the cavernous confines of their stakeout vehicle had careened into something quite different. Attraction was safe; she could shut attraction out. Love was far more lethal, especially if you're Dana Scully. Love isn't logical. She struggled to get control of the situation. "Uh, Mulder, we're supposed to be watching for Gillespie." He blinked at her a couple of times and then nodded. He turned and looked back out the window toward the building they were watching. Over his shoulder, Scully could see it was dark. No one was in Gillespie's apartment. She dimly wished he was there. At least then she could concentrate on the task at hand and not her partner's wet form. Scully tried hard not to stare at him, but the darkness was only encouraging her. The sun had almost set and a streetlight was illuminating his face. She took the rare opportunity to watch him unchecked. He sighed heavily and raked a hand through his wet hair. She sighed and began to feel a little damp herself. Mulder had beautiful hair. It was Scully's little secret that she made lots of small efforts to touch it. She'd ruffle it when he seemed sad, and she'd pushed it out of his face dozens of times when he'd been sick or injured. But she always had an excuse. She was desperately trying to come up with one now, because Mulder's wet hair was simply too good to pass up. Another drop of ice cream landed on her knee. "Damn." XxX Mulder heard the expletive behind him. He whipped around and his hair fell into his eyes again. He could barely see the drop of ice cream on her stocking in the fading light. He immediately went for his handkerchief. Bending towards her, Mulder wiped the ice cream off, just as he felt her small fingers insinuate themselves into his hair, pushing it off his brow. He gave her a quizzical look. "I...uh...I just wanted to make sure you could see what you were doing," she stammered. "I never thought I'd say this, Scully, but I think it's actually too hot for ice cream." "I think it's just too hot in here," she said in a shaky whisper. Their faces were just inches apart. "Maybe you should open the window, Scully. They're starting to fog up." "Yeah, all the humidity." "More like body heat." He reached out and took the ice cream cone from her hand. He took a big bite, swirling the chocolate around his tongue, and then he swallowed it. He pushed the cone back over to Scully. She moved in to take a bite, but, just as she got there, the melty mess landed in a heap between the car seats. "Oh shit!" Scully said. Mulder fixed her with a wicked grin. "What's the matter, Scully, lose your ice cream?" He leaned in close and used his handkerchief to wipe up the ice cream. He opened the car door behind him and dropped the cone outside onto the steaming asphalt. When he turned around he could make out that, despite his best efforts, the dark chocolate had stained the car's tan leather interior. "Oh shit!" she repeated. Mulder laughed. "Shall I explain this to Skinner or do you want to?" he asked, leaning in close. Their noses were practically touching. Scully opened her mouth to say something and he caught her full bottom lip with his mouth. XxX Scully was startled as his cold lips met hers, and then she tasted the chocolate on his mouth. Her lips fell open, admitting his tongue, and she tasted more. She finally gave in to her hidden desire and tangled her fingers in his wet hair. She repeated the motion a couple of times, reveling in the feel of his wet locks slipping through her fingers. He pulled her closer, his damp shirt wetting hers. A shiver of panic ran through her body as she realized how see-through her blouse would become once wet - and in places that sweat didn't usually reach. But Mulder was holding her tight against him, and she'd lost the will to push away. This felt too good. This felt too right. But something about it wasn't right. For the life of her she couldn't remember what. So she kept kissing him, her tongue savoring the taste of chocolate Mulder. She pushed him away slightly. The windows were completely fogged. She couldn't see out and was damn sure no one could see in. "Take off your shirt, Mulder. You're getting me wet." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "This is a bad thing?" She gave him a warning glare, and he divested himself of the shirt. She groaned. In the fading twilight she could just see the hard lines of his chest. Before she could even think what she was doing she ran her fingers through the sparse hair between his pectorals. "Oh, Mulder." XxX CONTINUED IN PART TWO OF FOUR... TITLE: "Steam and Ice Cream" (2/4) AUTHORS: Crash and Ten E-MAIL: mamymac@com and kristena@ocean.com.au RATING: NC-17 for adult situations DISCLAIMER: in part one XxX Scully's hands were tracing circles of fire around Mulder's nipples. He crushed her to him once again and kissed her more fiercely. A million thoughts were circling through his head. He lost rational thought as she sighed into his mouth. He slid his hands down the silky fabric covering her back and pulled the tail of her shirt from the waistband of her skirt. It was his turn to sigh. Her skin was so warm and so soft. He ran his hands up her back and then slid them around to the front, cupping her breasts through the silky fabric of her bra. She moaned. "Oh Mulderrr..." His brain did a mental backflip. He'd just made Dana Scully purr his name. He backed away from her and looked into her eyes. The streetlight barely illuminated the inside of the car. She smiled and then lowered her eyes. He felt his heart melt in much the same fashion the ice cream had. Then she spoke to him in a barely audible voice. "Why did you stop, Mulder?" He blinked twice. He realized his hands were still covering her breasts but that he was merely staring at her like some besotted teenager. He pressed his lips to her forehead then looked into her deep blue eyes again. "You don't want me to stop, Scully?" he asked with a touch of bemusement in his voice. The dim light was making it hard to see, but he was sure red crept onto her face. His heart smiled. Scully was so shy and reserved about this. It only made him love her more. She touched his face and then ran her finger over his lips. It felt something like an electric shock, only much more pleasant. Scully's voice was a husky whisper. "What would you think if I told you I didn't want you to stop?" His own voice sounded cracked and disjointed as he spoke. "Scully, there is nothing more I want to do than continue what we were just doing. As for what I think of you, you could walk down Pennsylvania Avenue naked in the middle of rush hour traffic, and I'd still love you. I've loved you for so long I can't stop." Her smile lit up the dark car. XxX She choked back a giggle as the image of her walking down Pennsylvania Avenue in the buff crept into her mind. "Are you suggesting I do that to show you how much I care about you, Agent Mulder?" He gave her a smile. One with teeth. She felt her insides turn to molten liquid. He pulled his hand from under her shirt and brushed her hair back over her ear and then kissed her lightly on the lips. "You mean walk down Pennsylvania Avenue in the raw?" She nodded. "No, I think what we were just doing would suffice." He paused. "Uh, Scully..." His voice was faltering. "Are you saying you love me too?" She felt the heat rise in her cheeks again. She cupped his chin with her palm and then tangled her fingers in his hair again, drawing his face to hers. "Yes, Mulder. I love you completely, helplessly, hopelessly." She pressed her lips to his. She could still taste the chocolate on his lips. "You know what, Mulder - I love the way you taste too." They both giggled. Then she kissed him harder, and all silliness vanished from her mind. She felt his hands slip back under the silk of her shirt as her hands explored the silk of his skin. There was so much of him to feel and she couldn't get enough. She traced the hard planes of his abdomen and then slid her hands up into his fine chest hairs, tangling her fingers in them. She slid her hands back over his nipples, tracing over them with her well-manicured fingernails. He groaned into her mouth, and she felt heat spread through her belly. Something hard jabbed up against her hip. Scully got even hotter until she realized it was the radio. She pushed it aside in annoyance - the other teams had better not disturb this with a position check... She idly thought she'd never remembered having this much fun on a stakeout before. She pulled her head roughly away from Mulder's. He groaned in protest. "Sculleee!" "Mulder! The stakeout! Gillespie. What are we doing?" He turned his body around and cranked the window down. The light in Gillespie's apartment was still out. Scully's mind raced. There was no way to tell if he'd come in and out their entrance while they were distracted. The other teams were in the area too - not where they could see this little frisk, but She swore under her breath. How did she let things get so out of control? This had hardly been the time to admit their feelings for one another. What were they thinking? The radio came to life. Her heart leapt into her chest. "Hey, teams. It's Anderson at Position 10. You guys bored over there?" "You bet!" sounded Craig from Position Two. "What's happening?" She heard Anderson laugh. "You all can come out of the rain now. We caught Gillespie in Northeast D.C. He was on his way over there but we got to him first." Cheers sounded. Both for the end of another criminal and end of the stakeout. "How did you find him?" Scully asked, managing to find a calm voice somehow. Mulder was motionless beside her. "Pascoe got a partial license plate number last night but we lost the car. When we ran it through the database, one of the possible matches was a stolen car that matched the make of that one. The car was found abandoned this morning. So tonight we had a list of cars stolen in the relevant areas and kept our eyes open. I just happened to be cruising a cemetery he'd decided to visit over here near Lincoln Road. The car matched one stolen a few hours before, so I knew we had him. We got lucky - he had a woman with him, in the trunk, but she's OK. We got there in time." Scully took her first breath in what seemed like five minutes. "That's good news, Anderson. See you later." The other agents signed off too, eager to head for the hills after such a long period of boredom. Scully took a deep breath and turned to face the source of her lack of boredom. "Mulder...I mean, I don't regret telling you how I feel, and I still feel the same, but this was..." "Dangerous," he finished for her. "I guess we both got caught up in the moment. I'm sorry. But I do love you, and I do want to show you how I feel. Five years is a long time to suppress those feelings. I mean, I think we..." She leaned across the car seat and silenced him with a kiss. Pulling back, she smiled at him. "We're off duty now, what say we take this little party somewhere else? Not Pennsylvania Avenue though." XxX Mulder grinned and pulled his soaked shirt back on, shivering as the cold material hit his skin. Nice... He watched Scully disconnect the radio - if they were wanted, whoever it was could try their cell phones. Rain splashed in through the open window, and he rolled the window back up to stave off a further drenching. A blast of the defroster would fix the fogging. He fished his keys out of his pocket and stuck them in the ignition. He twisted his wrist and the car made a wheezing sound. He cranked his wrist again. Nothing. He looked to the gauges and noticed the battery light was on, mocking him. "What's the matter?" Scully asked. "You're familiar with what the word FORD stands for, right?" "Found On Road Dead," she intoned. "Yep. The battery is dead." She handed him her cell phone. He called for a tow truck. He was not happy with what the driver told him. He looked back at Scully and frowned. "We're going to be here awhile." "Oh?" "Yeah, with the rain there's been a ton of wrecks on 95. It's going to be at least an hour before they can get here to give us a jump-start. That is if the car can be jumped at all. We didn't leave anything running so there was nothing to have worn the battery down. It could simply be a totally dead battery. I thought it was acting a little funny when we drove out here." Scully's eyebrow climbed up her brow. He was startled by her wicked grin. "So, what are we going to do in the meantime, Mulder?" XxX END PART TWO OF FOUR TITLE: "Steam and Ice Cream" (3/4) AUTHORS: Crash and Ten E-MAIL: mamymac@com and kristena@ocean.com.au RATING: NC-17 for adult situations DISCLAIMER: in part one XxX Scully turned and opened her car door. She had to fight a laugh at Mulder's confused expression. She shut the door and climbed into the back seat. She smiled at her partner again, and he just stared at her. "What are you doing, Scully?" "It's more comfortable back here, Mulder. Lots of room. Don't you want to join me?" She could see the light bulb finally go on in his head. He gave her a lopsided grin and opened his door. He opened the back door and got in beside her. He hit the power lock button, assuring they wouldn't be bothered. As fogged as the windows were, her fear of putting on a show in the already abandoned alley was put to rest as well. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Agent Scully?" She gave him a wicked smile and nodded. She peeled his wet shirt off of him again. She made a move for the button of his pants but he stopped her. "Now, now, Scully. You seem to be wearing far too many clothes. " She started to say something but stopped as his mouth covered hers. She felt his agile fingers making quick work of the buttons to her blouse. He broke the kiss as he pushed the silk off of her shoulders. She was on the side of the car nearest the street lamp. She blushed as she was revealed to him, even if it was in poor lighting. She shivered as he ran his finger under one of her bra straps. "Oh, Scully." She reached behind herself and unclasped the flimsy garment, dropping it in the growing heap of clothes on the floorboard. It suddenly dawned on her what they were about to do. In a car. In a dark alley. In a not so respectable part of the city. Her blush faded and a wicked grin took its place. Mulder gave her a crooked grin back. "I take it you're all right with this situation?" "Oh Mulder, what the hell!" XxX If he could see every curve and detail of Dana Scully's body, Mulder would have sworn a clone had replaced her. But here she was, naked from the waist up, in his arms, and they were kissing. He couldn't get enough. Sure, there were other things he wanted to do, but right at the moment he was content merely to sit here and kiss her and feel her warm skin against his. He sucked on her ear, ran his hands through her hair... Soon he slid his hands down her back and slid the zipper to her skirt down. Its loud rasp split the silence of the car. They gasped in unison. He attempted to maneuver her skirt off of her slim hips but her seated position was making it impossible. "Hey Scully, how 'bout a little help here?" She chuckled and leaned back, wriggling free of the garment. Once it was gone, Mulder eyed her nylons with consternation. Her voice interrupted his attempts to formulate a plan. "Lose the pants, Mulder." He began to struggle out of his pants as he watched Scully slide out of her nylons. He had no idea that particular act could be so arousing. She tossed the nylons aside, and he loomed over her, kissing her until they were both breathless. He slipped one finger under the lacy fringe of the waistband of her panties. She groaned into his mouth. He shifted his weight around and managed to hook his fingers into the delicate fabric and slide them down her legs. He felt her wriggle them off of her ankles using his toes. She reached for his boxers. He was glad they were in near total darkness and she couldn't see the ones he was wearing. XxX Scully couldn't believe they were naked in a car. But somehow she found the whole thing exciting and rebellious. She didn't do things other people would disapprove of - apart from work with Mulder, that is. But right now she was breaking more rules than she could think of and she loved it. She'd even begun to think the idea of getting caught was exciting in a dangerous sort of way. Mulder was fumbling for something on the floor with one hand. She realized what he was up to when he produced his discarded suit jacket and lay it beneath them on the seat. They'd get into enough trouble with the ice cream stain, so it was best to play safe. She tangled her hands in Mulder's hair again and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him again and then moved her head to take his earlobe in her mouth. "God, Scully," he groaned. She felt him kissing the edge of her jaw, and she tipped her head back to allow him greater access to her neck. The place she wanted him to kiss. Mulder worked his way slowly down her neck, and she had to grip his shoulders tightly when his tongue began to swirl around the hollow of her neck. He moved lower still and she felt him lapping at the spot she'd dripped ice cream earlier. Her breathing was ragged. Suddenly, his lips had moved lower and she felt them close over one of her aching nipples. His tongue swirled over it, and she arched her body into his, feeling his straining erection tapping against her abdomen. "Oh God, Mulder." She moved her hands from his shoulders back to his head, holding it where she wanted it, guiding his warm lips to each of her breasts. She felt his hands slide down her rib cage, one slipping around her back to steady her, the other moving lower. She felt his long fingers tangle in the hair at the juncture of her thighs. Then she felt one of those fingers slip between her folds, stroking her gently. Her skin felt prickly and hot. Her blood was pounding in her head. "Mulderrr...please..." She heard him groan, and he increased the speed and pressure of his strokes. Her hips bucked with each of his movements. With what little brainpower she had left, she let loose of his head and slid her own hands down. She quickly found his hot, hard length and ran her hand along him from base to tip. He groaned louder. She moved her hands on him in a languid motion, relishing in the feel of him and on the feelings he was stirring in her. She touched the bead of moisture on the tip of his sex and swirled it around the head. "Christ, Scully!" he ground out. He raised his head and looked at her. Their eyes locked again. "Do you have any idea what you do to me...what you're doing to me? I love you so much. I want you so much." She silenced him with a crushing kiss. His hands increased their speed and his thumb was circling her clit with a maddening intensity. She wanted to scream but merely bit his lip instead. His mouth flew open in surprise, but then he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sucked lightly on it in an attempt to soothe him after biting his lip. They quickly became lost in the exploration of one another's mouths. Her hips were bucking wildly with each of his touches. She knew she was close and, from the sounds and the wild movements he was making, she guessed Mulder was in much the same state. He groaned in protest as she pulled her mouth from his. His eyes flew open and locked on hers. "Mulder, I love you too. I want you. I want you inside me, NOW." XxX Mulder backed away from her, holding up a finger. "WHAT?" she asked in an exasperated tone. He leaned over the front seat, fumbling. His long arms searched the dashboard desperately. "HERE!" He fell back into the back seat and held the foil packet up in the faint light for her to see. She smiled and chuckled lightly. "I guess you don't think Pascoe's such an asshole now, huh?" He laughed, tearing open the small packet. "He's earned a couple of points for this one. Think I ought to send him some flowers or something?" He delicately rolled the prophylactic down his length. She kissed him roughly. "Or something." They both shifted awkwardly, almost falling off the bench car seat. Mulder's quick thinking managed to get them balanced again. He shifted up on his arms and plunged into her. She was so tight and wet he almost lost consciousness. He was still having a hard time believing this was happening, let alone where and how. "Oh God, Scully, you feel soo good..." He felt her grasp his buttocks, urging him on. They began to move slowly together, enjoying their final, inevitable connection. He felt rather than saw her draw her legs up to give him more leverage. He had to tuck one knee under him, while bracing his other leg against the door to keep from toppling them to the floor. He idly wished they'd requisitioned a van instead of the stupid Crown Victoria. Soon their languid, slow pace gave way to the fever of their passion. He pushed deep inside of her, urged on by her cries and entreaties for more. He felt her muscles tensing for release, and he knew she was close. His own climax was imminent, still he held out. He wanted to make this good for her, God knows the circumstances were strange enough. He moved his hand between them and opened his eyes to watch her face. She'd taken her bottom lip into her mouth, but when he touched her clit with his thumb her mouth fell open on a moan. "Yes, Mulderrrr, please..." He lowered his head and kissed her and as he pulled up she nipped his ear. He completely lost it. He began pumping into her furiously as his thumb circled her tiny bundle of nerves. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly, milking him. She cried his name as he felt her body shake and shudder beneath him. It was enough to send him crashing over the edge behind her, calling her name. "Oh...God...Sculleeeeee..." He collapsed down on her and covered her with kisses. She held onto him tightly as he felt the shuddering in her body subside. He kissed her forehead and eyelids, murmuring his love to her. XxX Several minutes passed, and Scully felt her breathing return to normal. Mulder pushed his head up from where it was pillowed in her breasts and smiled at her. She kissed him on the lips and held his face in her hands. "You OK?" he asked. She nodded. "I'm fantastic, you?" She heard him chuckle low in his chest. "I've never been better, Scully." He moved his hand up and stroked her hair, pushing some of the sweat-dampened strands out of her eyes. "I love you," he said seriously. Her smile lit up the dark car once again. "I love you too. I have a suggestion." He nodded at her to continue. "When we get out of here, let's try this again where there's a little more room." He laughed and shifted them both up to a sitting position. He gingerly removed the condom from his length, tied it off to keep from making a mess, and dropped it onto his boxers on the floor. He turned back to Scully and wrapped his arms around her. She laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm beat," she said with a yawn. She heard Mulder sigh in response. She turned her head and saw that he was sleeping. She smiled and traced a finger down his cheek. She snuggled in closer to him and let her eyes slip shut. XxX Mulder woke up feeling extremely groggy. It took him a second but when he realized where he was and what he'd been doing, he smiled. Until he looked at his watch - it had been an hour and ten minutes since they'd called the wrecker. He shook Scully. "Oh shit, Scully, get your clothes back on, the damn wrecker will be here any second now." XxX Mulder fumbled for his pants. Scully quickly found her bra and refastened it around herself. She grabbed her skirt and slid it back up her thighs, fumbling with the zipper. She decided to not even try with the nylons, tucking them into the pocket of her blazer, and hoped the dark of night would hide it from the man driving the wrecker. She found her blouse and made quick work of the buttons and tucked it as neatly as she could back into the waistband of her skirt. She looked over at Mulder. "Run your fingers through your hair again, Mulder." "You coming onto me again, Scully?" "No! You're a mess." "Oh. Well in that case you better find some lipstick and smooth your own hair down, lover." She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, but heeded her partner's request. She dimly hoped they would pass for merely "rain" disheveled and not "hot sex in the back seat of a Crown Victoria" disheveled. They both managed to scramble into the front seat just in time for the wrecker to pull up. Scully choked back a laugh as Mulder stuffed the collected condom wrapper and used condom into an evidence bag he found in the glove box. He put the bag into his pants pocket. Scully was sure she'd forgotten something but it just wouldn't come to mind. Within a few minutes the mechanic had determined the battery was, in fact, quite dead. He towed the car to a gas station, and Mulder called a cab. "You coming home with me?" she whispered. He nodded like a giddy teenager. She couldn't wait to get him home. XxX END PART THREE OF FOUR TITLE: "Steam and Ice Cream" (4/4) AUTHORS: Crash and Ten E-MAIL: mamymac@juno.com and kristena@ocean.com.au RATING: NC-17 for adult situations DISCLAIMER: in part one XxX It was the first time Mulder entered her apartment as her lover. His heart raced as she gave him a wonderful smile he knew was for him alone. "Lock the door," she whispered, as she hurried around closing curtains. He took the opportunity to dump his jacket and the dead radio on the sofa and to pull his shoes and socks off. He didn't want to waste any time once she was ready. They'd taken the taxi to her place, making a quick detour to a drugstore. Scully had the bag containing the box of condoms. His lip felt slightly sore from where she'd bitten it. He quickly glanced in a mirror and was relieved to see no noticeable damage - his lips were large anyway, so who would pick up a bit of swelling? Thank God she hadn't broken the skin, otherwise the wrecker driver and the entire Bureau would be very interested... And his ear didn't retain any teeth marks either. But that experience had been worth battle scars, and he was quite prepared to risk more. Mulder grinned. He patted his pocket, then froze. He couldn't feel the bag - His hands flew around his waist, diving into pockets - there! It was there... He could breathe again. "Come on in." Scully's voice came huskily from the bedroom. Of course, he obeyed. He entered to find she had scrambled into the middle of the bed, on her knees. She patted the mattress beside her. "Come over here, Mulder. Last time you were lying here, you didn't even know when I undressed you." He obeyed, laying down on his side, facing her. "I feel just as hot this time..." he admitted. She pushed him over flat on his back and straddled his hips to gaze down at him. "Do you want to know what I did that night?" "Providing it doesn't take long..." He grunted, running a hand up and down her non-nyloned leg, stopping just short of the skirt each time. It was clear she liked it. "I kept stroking your face, your forehead, your hair." She sensually repeated the gestures she spoke of. "You seemed to like that. I liked doing it. I just wished at the time that you weren't so sick so we could both enjoy it. But if you weren't sick, it wasn't safe to... But this time... And I unbuttoned your shirt. I had to keep stopping because you were restless and upset. I had to keep stroking you." These strokes were not nurse-like or innocent. "I wanted to kiss you." She swooped down on him. Her mouth nearly burned his. She kept undoing buttons as their mouths danced, then stopped to run her hand up his chest. Finally she had him out of the shirt. She sighed, distracted. "That is a perfect amount of chest hair. Not too little, not too much." "Ummm, thanks. Grew it myself." She gave him a smirk. "Then I removed your jeans." She lifted herself off him to unbutton his pants and pull them down. Mulder suddenly realized what she would see, but knew it was too late to do anything about it. He just lay there, embarrassed, as Scully halted and gazed at his boxers. She blinked and looked up at his face, bemused. "Winged pigs?" He went pinker than the pigs. "Don't you think they're appropriate?" "I guess so..." she considered thoughtfully as she got his suit pants all the way off. Scully gave a wicked grin as she hovered over his underwear again. She seized the waistband and whisked them off him. She waved the boxers over her head. "Let's make them fly..." Putting a thumb in the waistband, she drew back and slingshot them into a corner. She turned back to him, admiring the details denied her in the darker car. "You may be right about this coincidence - I was wearing matching underwear today, not just old stuff which clashed. What are the odds of that when you're the first one to get down to my basics in over five years..." "There's nothing basic about you, Dana. What color were they?" "Pink. Wanna see?" "Yes, please." She began stripping for him. He went to help, but she pulled away. "Uh uh. Save your strength." Her striptease was maddeningly slow. But as he lay there, his breathing and arousal increasing, as well as his begging look, she took pity on him and sped up. In their haste they didn't realize something was missing. Then she crawled back onto him. "I want dessert, Mulder. A big helping. You didn't let me finish the ice cream, and I'm still hungry." "Well...I wouldn't want to keep you from savoring every bit..." With that, she began licking his chest like his skin was the chocolate as her hand made a grab for the cone. XxX "Where are they?" Scully's eyes were wide and seemingly screaming. "Well I certainly don't have them, Scully," Mulder said in an amused tone. "Oh MY GOD! They're still in the car, Mulder!" She was appalled. "You and Skinner are going to have really interesting conversation, Scully." She glared at her partner. She loved him and, like chocolate ice cream, couldn't get enough, but killing him seemed like a great idea at the moment. "If Skinner does haul us in, I'm going to say they're YOURS," she said. "He thinks I'm weird enough anyway... Okay, I'll take the rap. Anything for you, my love." "You just want to have your way with me again." "Excuse me, but I seem to remember you taking the initiative in that last encounter. And as much as I can't believe I'm saying this, don't stir me up again - look at the time. Just enough for me to get a taxi home and change and meet you at work without being late." "And to face the music..." "Possibly. But together. And then tonight..." She grinned and refrained from singing the word. "Tonight." Despite the worry she was happy as she traveled in to work that morning. Who wouldn't be happy after... Until she saw the message that Skinner wanted them in his office as soon as possible. Mulder appeared soon after. His face fell when she told him. "I've been trying to think of something to say to him..." He sounded as nervous as she felt. "Let's go get it over with." Scully sighed. She quickly scribbled a note to show him the excuse she had come up with - she didn't want to risk discussing this in the potentially bugged office. Then she reached up to straighten his tie. Their eyes met and she let her gaze say that she didn't regret it, that they would not, could not, go back to the way they were before. She saw the same messages in his eyes. They left to do battle, side by side. Skinner sat at his desk. He was making no pretense of writing or reading a file. No tactical let-them-sit-there-and-sweat-it-out. Dana didn't know if that was good or bad. He just watched as they sat down before him. Then he turned on the glare. "There was an ice cream stain in the car you used last night." "I'm sorry," Scully said. "That was me. I was just clumsy." "Were the two of you so clumsy that you tripped out of your clothes as well?" Scully turned red. "What do you mean, sir?" Mulder asked quietly. Even the believer didn't hold out hope for their getting out of this situation. Skinner held up an evidence bag. It contained a really trashed tie. Dana blinked. They'd both forgotten about Mulder's tie. The item which had caused all the fuss this morning with its absense was her underwear. Last night in her bedroom Scully had been too busy to notice. And frankly, one less barrier in the way was something to be grateful for at the time. Mulder leapt in to explain: "Sir, my tie was wrecked. I just..." "Quiet! And the wrecker driver said he found a pair of women's underwear -" Scully braced herself to explain that they'd fallen out of her gym bag, that she had just worked out before the stakeout, but Skinner kept on. "However, that item cannot be found, and I suspect the repairer was merely joking. After a shift that late at night and finding a tie, I suppose his mind naturally filled in details." His glare deepened. "I really don't care what was there, or even if they are yours. Just DO NOT leave a Bureau vehicle in that condition ever again! Do you know how much it costs to get chocolate out of leather, Agent Scully? Clean up mess, even if it isn't yours. Let's do our bit towards cleaning up our environment." He tossed the tie in its bag to Mulder, who automatically caught it, looking numb. "And be kind enough to dispose of that for me in any manner you see fit. Off the record. I'd hate for it to end up in the evidence room..." "Um, sure..." Mulder said faintly. "And Agent Mulder..." "Yes, sir?" "I, for one, am glad that piece of neckwear will be out of your wardrobe. Glow in the dark reticulans are hardly appropriate for the office OR the field." XxX Mulder stuffed the tie and bag into his inner breast pocket, and they hastily got out of there. They went back down to basement level in a daze. As they walked along the deserted corridor, Scully whispered, "They could still find my underwear..." "We'll just have to see how it goes. For once I'm glad that the evidence has vanished. You can still use the gym bag excuse if they turn up. Wonder if we could sneak the keys and -" They stopped talking when they neared the office. It would have to wait until lunchtime. But as they got there, a short woman with brown hair approached them. "Hello, Agents." "Hi, Angie," Mulder said. He didn't need to be near enough to read her ID tag. She was one of the people who manned the car requisition counter. His memory and courtesy always meant he personally greeted those that worked there, instead of using them as form vending machines. He glanced at Scully. "Could I talk to the two of you for a minute? Down here?" Angie gestured to an alcove where paper was kept. "Sure." Mulder saw she was smiling at him, and that Scully was glaring a little at him. Angie looked from one to the other. She seemed inordinately happy. "I'm sorry, I know this must be awkward, but I believe these are yours..." She pulled a brown paper bag out of her handbag and gave it to Scully. Scully calmly took it and looked in. Mulder glanced in too. A wadded pair of pink underwear. He kept his face as calm and professional as hers. "Thank you. They fell out of my gym bag." Scully tucked the bag under her shoulder as if it were lunch. "We're just sorry we didn't rescue your tie in time, Agent Mulder," Angie said apologetically. "Huh?" "Some of us in the vehicles section. When the repairman brought the car back, we tried to cover for you, but Skinner and Glenhuntly were there and heard what he said." Mulder inwardly winced. The ASAC on the Gillespie case. "Flora could only snatch the panties - the tie was over the other side. But I guess we managed to get the most incriminating evidence out before Glenhuntly came racing in to check. We played dumb when he got mad. He thinks we're dumb, so we got away with it." She grinned. It had a slightly bitter edge. "If he gives any more trouble, we'll plant a pair of frilly undies in his private car when he's on his way to pick up his wife." Her expression changed. "Did you get away with it? Surely that isn't enough to get you two in trouble? He might start a few rumors, but he has no proof." She was genuinely anxious. "Um, Skinner was fine about it. Thanks, Angie. Thanks to everyone who helped. I'll try to keep the cars seed-free from now on, just for that." "Great." Scully was just staring at the young woman. "Why did you go to so much trouble?" "The two of you are the main ones who treat our department with respect. Common courtesy from the most uncommon investigative unit. Also, we think you make a great couple. We'd hate for a pair of circumstantial panties to be your downfall. We can keep a secret. And how do we know they DIDN'T come from your gym bag?" She winked. Scully laughed. Mulder grinned. Angie looked at her watch. "Anyway, I'd better get going." "Thanks," they said together. "We're just glad we could help. Bye." She walked away. Mulder stared down at Scully. "What do you say we get rid of our his and hers evidence bags tonight at your place?" "Sounds fine to me. I'm just glad we were raised politely." "Do polite people do what we did in that alleyway?" "Let's get back to work before we steam up this alcove." Scully looked at the paper bag. "Where the hell am I going to put this?" "Top of the flagpole? OUCH!!!! That was my foot, Scully!" "And it was in your mouth. What are you complaining about? Not like I'll have need for it tonight..." They exchanged blinding grins as they reached the office, opened the door, and went in, Mulder's hand resting comfortably on the small of her back. XxX END PART FOUR OF FOUR. CRASH'S OTHER NOTES: This piece is a result of a dare I suppose. Ten told me I needed to relax after writing Ripped. Then she said I needed to write something light and fun to do that. So she gave quite specific instructions on what she wanted me to write...at that point it turned into a collaboration. I think the truth of the matter is Ten actually wanted to write some smut but she's just too classy for such a thing so she got me to do the dirty work for her. Not that I minded in the least! ;) My name appears first on the author line because Ten insists I did 80 percent of the work. For the record, I may have done most of the writing but the editing and pointing out of MAJOR errors fell on her shoulders. She's also written a couple of very wonderful scenes for this part. But the most important thing she did was provide constant encouragement and some really brilliant ideas so I would argue this was a 50/50 proposition. Thanks Ten. Also, a word of thanks to Frogdoggie who keeps asking if this is done yet. Well, it is finally, hope you enjoy! TEN'S NOTES: I protest my innocence! You're accusing little innocent ME of second degree debauchery? Our readers would never believe it was me, and that's the beauty of it! Crash did need a change of pace after writing "Ripped", which is a fantastic and creepy X-File. I just plucked a few requirements out of the air for fun and e-mailed them off, not sure if she'd take up on them - and whoa! - next thing I know there's six pages "so far" sitting in my in-box! The girl is unstoppable... I just jumped in where I could. She DID do 80%, and as for her comments about editing, I respond that when you're tapping away, in the middle of getting Mulder and Scully together, who CARES about editing? Leave that to the beta reader! (Thanks, Debbie.) Go girl!!!! So this was my walk on the wild side with Crash as the guide. I've admired her ability to do vignettes with in-depth M&S interaction - their characterization, problems, conversations, and resolutions. It was great to do such a fun piece and I'm still prone to fits of hysterical laughter when I think of our discussions about the plot! (There is one, isn't there?) Thanks, Crash!