Title: Kampground Kamotion Authors: Adrienne and Jolene Rating: NC-17 Keywords: MSR Summary: Mulder and Scully end up spending the night at the KOA Kampground. Feedback: Davephile@yahoo.com or VirKatJol@aol.com Dedication: To Latimer and his Bathysphere. And to Erika cause she rocked Vancouver with us? We Love you Babe! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Coeur D’Alene, Idaho, was one of Scully’s favorite places to visit. Her family had traveled there on their way to visit some friends in Seattle over twenty years ago but Scully could still remember the beautiful tree-covered mountains reflected upon the sheer glassy waters of the lake below. Now she was here again, except not with her family but with Mulder on official FBI business. It was a stopover before they reached Salt Lake City, Utah. Unfortunately, all of the hotels on Coeur D’Alene were full, and Mulder had again forgotten to make reservations for them at a place to stay the night. The only place left was the KOA Campgrounds off of Highway 90 outside of the city. There was one cabin left in the campground and Mulder quickly reserved it, citing to a somber Scully that the lake was so beautiful, and the cabin was up on the hill where they could overlook the mountains and play horseshoes. “Horseshoes, great,” Scully replied, rolling her eyes. Mulder grinned and paid for the cabin, and they drove up the hill to campsite number 6. It was up on a little hill, surrounded by trees, very secluded as compared to the rest of the campground. Scully began to think it was not half bad when they entered the cabin, the fresh smell of white pine emerging from the bright room. There were two bunk beds and a double, and two small shelves. Mulder threw his sleeping bag up on the top bunk, and Scully claimed the double. “It’s the least I can do since I messed everything up,” Mulder said, looking mock woefully at Scully. She smiled. “It’s all right. I could get used to this,” she replied, plopping down on the bed and stretching out. She kicked off her 3-inch pumps and crossed her feet. “I think I’m ready to settle in for the evening, I’m dead tired from all that driving.” Unfortunately Mulder had also miscalculated the travel time between Seattle and Coeur D’Alene, so they had driven 350 miles across the state of Washington. Had he consulted Scully on the travel plans before booking plane tickets to the Seattle airport, she would have informed him of his little mistake, but as usually Mulder jumped the gun and off they went, hundreds of miles from their destination. “I’m really sorry about that too Scully. I didn’t really grasp the concept that Washington State was a whole lot larger then DC in my, sometimes not so brilliant, brain.” “Yeah well you did do all the driving. Your legs must be killing you.” She said her eyes closed and her left arm now over her forehead. “I’m Okay Scully, thanks for asking though.” He answered gazing unnoticed at her slim body stretch out along the big bed. It was large enough for both of them to sleep in comfortably, Mulder thought. Ah, wouldn’t that be nice waking up beside Scully in a place like this. Her distinctive Scully scent mixed with the fresh air of the mountains cooled by the morning dew. The feel of her warm flesh pressed next to his, his hands circling her waist maybe one on her breast. ‘Whoa better stop there these thoughts are getting dangerous.’ “This bed is big,” Scully said, her arm still over her forehead. “Yeah, it is. Lucky you, huh?” Mulder put a leg on the end of the bed and stretched his hamstring, reaching his toes with his long arms and fingers. “You wanna go out for a hike or something?” Scully thought for few seconds. “Mmmmm…yeah, sure. Stretch out our legs.” “Exactly,” Mulder added, reaching the toes of his other leg. “There are some nice trails around here, supposedly. At least that’s what the map says.” Scully got up from the bed and opened her bag, digging for her tennis shoes. She didn’t have a hard time finding them; she always packed very neatly. She also pulled out her gray shorts and a white T-shirt to change into, along with a pair of white ankle socks. Mulder, on the other hand, was digging through his big duffel bag, throwing clothes around the floor in a desperate attempt to find something to hike in. Scully laughed softly at his disorganization, and he looked over at her. “Shut up, Scully. You know how I am.” “That’s why I’m laughing,” she replied, looking over at him with a smile. He finally found some black shorts and a white ribbed tank top, tossing them on the bunk. He looked over at her and faltered, looking down at her pile of clothes and back at her. “You wanna change first, or should I?” he asked, looking at the door. Scully looked at him and shrugged. “We’re both adults. I don’t care if you stay here,” she answered softly, “as long as you turn around, or something.” Jesus, he thought as he turned around, Scully getting undressed not five feet behind him. He had to strain to keep hold of his composure as he removed his dress shirt and pants, slipping quickly into the shorts and tank top that he found to be tight but flattering. He pulled his sports socks on and slid his feet into his sneakers just as Scully said, “I’m ready.” Mulder turned around and she was completely dressed, smiling slightly at the fact that she had just watched him undress. She had to, just this once, and he would never know. And she loved looking at his ass, clothed or not. “Well lets head out.” “Lead the way, I’ll follow, like usual.” She uttered in a kind of hurt tone. “Scully, hey” he said with concern, he didn’t want her to think that she was always behind. “I don’t mean to make you feel as if you have to wander around the country to save my ass.” “I know Mulder, but sometimes I feel like you don’t care enough to let me know where the hell you are going and when you’ll be back. I worry about you Mulder, and I know that you do the same for me, but I just don’t understand your thinking at times.” Mulder looked at her and blinked once, shuffling his feet. “Let’s go.” Scully stared daggers at the back of his head as he headed out the door. She followed him outside and up to the trail. He waited for her there, as her legs were a lot shorter than his were. He had to remember to take smaller strides. But he wouldn’t tell her that. He wasn’t sure what to say in response to her comments. That was why he brushed them off the way he did. He hadn’t had that kind of dependency in a long time, and though he liked having it with Scully, he was taken a bit aback with it. He would think of something to say later, when the time was right, like he always did. Eventually. They walked down the wooded trail, Scully refusing to meet his eyes or talk as he tried to start a conversation about what always seemed to happen when they went through the woods together. She was being very antisocial, and Mulder started to believe that the only way he would get himself out of this hole was to apologize. The trail split two ways up ahead of them, and Mulder made a very obvious motion as to what way he wished to go. Scully, who glared at him angrily, ran the opposite direction before he had a chance to grab her. “Scully! Wait Scully.” She turned around to look at him and keep going. “Jesus Scully, wait up. I wanna talk about this.” Scully halted on the trail about 100 yards ahead of him. “Mulder I wanted to talk about this 10 minutes ago but you weren’t willing. Why should I open up to you on your schedule, we do everything on your time, they way you say, and how you say. Frankly Mulder I’m fed up with it. I’ve had it with your selfish ways.” Spinning on her heel she started off at a run again down the trail. “Damnit Scully, I’m…” He was about to finish the sentence when Scully just disappeared. “SCULLY!” he shouted. “SCULLY!” “MULDER! .... I just tripped. I’m right up hear. I think I sprained my ankle.” “Oh Jesus,” Mulder muttered, running up to her. Scully was sprawled out just past a nicely hidden but dangerous log on the trail, her ankle twisted rather strangely against the ground. She sat up, gritting her teeth, but biting her tongue like the strong woman that she was. But Mulder could see that she was in a bit of pain. “It does look sprained,” he said, crouching down next to her and looking at her foot closer. He didn’t know what to do. “Well, why don’t you try and help me up,” she said, “I just can’t put any pressure on it.” Mulder tentatively put an arm under both of hers, and she wrapped one arm around his neck tightly. He pulled her up and she whimpered softly in pain as her foot touched the ground. He put his other arm around her waist and held her up, her body braced against his. He looked down at her, and saw the small tear in her eye. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. It just hurts, a little. I’m okay,” she said, biting her lip. “Do you want me to carry you back?” he asked knowing that she would say no. “I think that if you just help me a little I will be able to walk back.” Scully replied with confidence. ‘Please let me be able to make it, I don’t want to be touching him right now. Having him hold me against him will only make me less angry, I’m supposed to be pissed right now.’ “You ready to try to get back to the cabin Scully?” He gave her a questioning look as if to say, Are you sure you wanna walk. Scully nodded her head and he took a step forward, as Scully hopped jarring her ankle. She let out a hiss of pain. “No way, come on.” Mulder muttered as he scooped her up into his strong arms. “Mulder!” Scully warned “You can’t walk all the way back Scully, you’ll just hurt your ankle more. Since this is all my fault anyway I’ll carry you back.” Mulder replied in a tone that said don’t argue with me, you won’t win this one. Scully let out an exasperated sigh, wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. She was pretty tired when they left, now she felt as if she could fall asleep right here. She decided to close her eyes for a minute. With her eyes closed she could concentrate on other things; Mulder’s smell, he smelled like sweat and spice, it made her want to taste his skin. She loved the feeling of being in his arms, the smooth cadence of his walk rocking her into a deeper state of unconsciousness. The feel of his hair slipping through her fingers. ‘What? His hair slipping through my fingers?’ she halted her thinking ’Oh god, I have not been stroking his head the whole time have I?’ Maybe he didn’t notice, she thought with a small sigh. “You okay, Scully?” he asked, his fingers gripping her thigh tightly as he carried her. “Oh yeah, I’m…” Turned on, horny, randy baby… “I’m all right.” She knew that she couldn’t help the way she was feeling as she pulled herself tighter against him. It was completely natural to be turned on when she was close to him like this. Natural. Very normal. So why did she feel so bad about it, like it was wrong for her to be doing? She had not always seen him this sexually, but things inevitably had changed. Touches that were once platonic had evolved to be more than just friendly; she felt it and she knew that he did too. And the way he was holding her, though heroic in its intentions, was incredibly romantic. Scully ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck again, trying to be casual about it. “Almost there,” he breathed, panting slightly from carrying her up the little hills, but treading on like the big, strong man that he was. She could feel his arm muscles tense against the small of her back as he hoisted her up a little higher. “Mmmm hmm,” she murmured, opening her eyes just a little to see that they were very close to the cabin. “Mulder, I really appreciate this…” “No problem. It’s not like you’re hard to carry,” he added, squeezing her thigh slightly and sending shivers down her spine. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Good, because that’s how I meant it,” he replied. She could hear him smiling in his voice. “How’s your foot feeling?” “Swollen. I’ll have to get this shoe off, and elevate it. Maybe we can get some ice from the front office for it,” she said. Her foot throbbed, but she didn’t feel the pain as much anymore. She had other distractions to pay attention to. “I can do that,” he answered, stepping up onto the front porch of the cabin. “Scully, you’re going to have to open the door.” Scully slowly removed one arm from around his neck and pulled on the door handle, pushing it open. Mulder murmured something under his breath as he tried to find a good way to get them in, finally going through the door sideways. Then he laid her on the double bed gently, pulling up a pillow and putting it behind her back and stroking her hair a couple times. She smiled softly, looking into his eyes. His hand moved to her shoulder and squeezed as he bent down. “I’m going to go get the ice, Scully, and then we’ll take care of the rest,” he said, his face inches from hers. “Okay,” she whispered, her eyes averting from his. Mulder stood up straight, turned around and walked out the door. Fortunately it wasn’t a very long walk to the front desk. Seeing the man at the check-in desk was a relief he didn’t have to go searching for some one. “Hello. What can I do for you sir?” The campground employee asked. “Well, Mr. “ Reading the nametag, “Lattimer. My friend sprained her ankle on one of the hiking trails and I was wondering if you had any ice.” “Why, as a matter of fact we do just a second.” Mr. Lattimer turned and left the room for the deli that was located next door. Returning quickly with an oversized chunk of ice and a towel. “I’m sorry sir, I know this is a little larger then you probably need but they were all connected.” “Yes, they are,” Mulder commented, “Do you have a plastic bag I can put it in?” “The truth is, I think it’s too big. I doubt I have anything that will fit it,” Lattimer exclaimed, gazing off into the distance. “I can see that now.” Mulder arched his eyebrows and took the ice and the towel. “Thanks anyway.” “No, thank you.” Mulder walked out of the front building and hiked up the hill to the cabin, the ice dripping down his arm. It felt nice, though, because he was hot after carrying Scully that distance. Hot in a few different ways. He opened the door and found Scully where he left her, lying on the bed looking slightly uncomfortable as her foot rested against the mattress. “Did they have…yeah, I guess they did have ice, huh?” “Yeah, the guy was kinda strange. He didn’t have a bag to put it in, so it’s going to get wet all over, but I guess that’s why they give us this plastic coated mattresses,” Mulder laughed, sitting down at the end of the bed and listening to it creak. Scully smiled. “Either that or bad experiences with little campers.” “Something like that,” he answered, turning and looking at her foot. “I’m going to take your shoe off…it’s going to hurt a little,” he commented, with a small frown. “I can handle it, I’m a big girl,” she said, with a small sly smile. Stop it, Dana, she thought to herself. I’m a big girl? What kind of comment was that! “I know,” he answered, looking up at her and untying her shoelace. He loosened it gently, pulling on the tongue of the shoe and slowly slipping it off. She winced and let out a little hiss of breath, gritting her teeth and smiling forcedly. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He slipped his fingers underneath her sock and pulled it off, and Scully bit her lip, closing her eyes as the sharp stab of pain ricocheted up her leg. “Oh yeah. Okay.” He glanced up at her again, concerned. She could feel it, and looked down at him. “It’s okay. It feels better already,” she lied. “It looks swollen,” he answered, lifting her leg gently up to his shoulder. She slipped a little against the bed. “We have to elevate it…this will do for now,” he said, running a finger down her calf. Scully shivered at his gentle caress. “Are you cold Scully?” “I guess, kinda. These clothes don’t do much for warmth.” She answered trying to cover up how effected she was by his touch. “Want me to get you a blanket?” “No I’ll be ok.” She really was starting to get cold but didn’t want him to move her ankle from its comfortable position on his broad shoulder. “Are you sure? I don’t want you going into shock or anything.” Mulder said with uneasiness. He didn’t want her to be caused anymore distress because of his stupidity. “Mulder it’s a sprained ankle, not a life threatening injury, or some traumatic situation.” Using a tone of slight annoyance at his constant worrying and need to protect her. “That’s why you do it isn’t it?” “That’s why I do what, Scully?” He replied really confused. “That’s why you are always leaving me behind and ditching me isn’t it? You think that I need protection and that I can’t take care of myself, I’ll just end up spraining my ankle, therefore slowing you down.” “Scully it’s not like that.” “Really Mulder? Why don’t you tell me what it’s like then. I’d really like to know. No, I need to know. So 'fess up, tell me your reasoning. This is your second chance now Mulder. Don’t screw it up.” Mulder sighed, bending his head and looking at her through the wisps of hair that fell over his forehead. “Scully, I didn’t know that it bothered you this much. Dependency is hard for me.” “I’m not dependent on you,” she retorted sharply, though there was no question in her mind that she was. “I didn’t say that,” he answered, looking up with a slightly frustrated look. “Don’t jump my bones unless you know what I’m going to say, and since we’ve established that we have no psychic abilities between us whatsoever, would you please let me finish?” Scully stared at him, arched an eyebrow, and shrugged. “Scully, I am dependent on you. Dependent on you so much that I don’t ever want anything to happen to you. So sometimes I go into these dangerous situations, places and things that I wouldn’t ever want you to experience, and I don’t wanna put you there with me, Scully, I can’t jeopardize you like that,” he explained softly, rubbing his knuckles lightly under her calf. “I would never forgive myself if my actions led to something terrible happening to you. Things that have happened before have left me with enough baggage that I don’t need to lose the one thing that I still have. The one thing that I live for.” Scully, still staring, now had a few small tears in her eyes that she tried to blink away. She sighed softly, tilting her head and finally breaking their locked gaze. “I’m sorry.” Mulder closed his eyes. “I live for you.” “I know.” As if on cue, their eyes met again. Scully smiled gently, gulping down the frog in her throat as she gazed fondly into his hazel eyes. He smiled back, picking up the ice in the towel and lightly pressing it against her foot. She inhaled sharply, feeling the cold wetness shock her warm, swollen ankle. They didn’t speak. Words were useless at this point. It was a time to share the silence of understanding where they were with this relationship. Trust, dependency, and love. Scully felt a trickle of water start to run down her calf, and it slid down her inner thigh, running down under a gap between her shorts and her leg. She gasped and Mulder raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” “Oh, oh, nothing.” Another droplet made its way down her leg. Oh Jesus, oh cold, she thought as she shifted her hips slightly. It was cold, but slightly erotic. She wondered if he noticed. The freezing water was starting to flow faster down her smooth leg. It was becoming unbearable. “Mulder.” “Hmmm Scully?” Slightly embarrassed “That water is really cold and it’s running down my leg.” “Oh jeez. Sorry about that Scully.” Reaching down with his free hand he wiped the water away. Stroking over the place where it had created a stream. From the beginning of her calf all the way into her shorts, stopping at about 3 inches from her hip. Scully stifled a moan. Mulder running his hand up her thigh was almost more then she could bear. After repeating his motions a few times Mulder’s fingers began to dance along her leg with the continuous up and down motion. This time Scully couldn’t contain her response and she moaned aloud. He looked to her with questioning eyes, and she silently cursed herself for making a noise. “Um, sorry.” “Sorry for what?” He ran his fingers back down her leg as another drip of ice water ran freely down her skin behind them. She held back a sigh and folded her hands in her lap. “Nothing,” she answered softly, feeling him pause with his fingers below her shorts. He massaged in a circle there, lightly and steadily, catching the water droplets as they streamed one by one down her leg. She couldn’t moan again, she couldn’t…she couldn’t. “Mulder,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “Scully?” He replied his voice low and hoarse as he moved the lightly stroking pads of his fingertips an inch higher. “Yeah?” she managed to breathe, barely audible. Being quiet was the only way she could stop herself from really getting into his gestures. But she felt herself slipping into them, mesmerized by his feathery touch against the sensitive skin on her leg. “Can I…” He gulped, and she could hear him take a deep shaky breath. “Can I touch you?” His simple question begging for an answer made her dizzy as the thought of it sent a warm chill over her body. She opened her eyes and saw his jaw working nervously. “Jesus, I…Mulder…” “I’m sorr—“ “I want you to so badly…please…” She interrupted him with her soft request, the words slipping through her lips without so much as a hesitation as to where this would bring them. She didn’t want apologies again from him. He did that too much. Sometimes he just needed to let the moment carry him away. Mulder bent his head down and placed a soft kiss on her ankle. Then slowly setting her leg down on the bed he moved both hands from her calf up, this time when he reached her shorts instead of venturing inside he took the outer route up her leg. When he reached her hips he placed one hand on each side of her, slipping his pointer fingers inside the waistband. He moved his hands along her waist, going forward a little then back tracking gradually increasing the distance. Until he reached her navel and coincidentally the button of her shorts. Scooting up the bed for better access he slowly, yet precisely unbuttoned her shorts. Then he quickly slid the zipper down, revealing her dark green silk panties. Lowering his head he placed a kiss right about the panties and right bellow her belly button. She sighed quietly, her hand wandering down to rest on top of his head gently. He flicked his tongue against the skin and she let out a little moan, just enough for him to know that she appreciated it. Mulder slowly lay down on his side facing her, his head up by her face, his hand resting on the area that he had just kissed. His fingers traced pictures there; a smiley face, a balloon, squiggly lines of nothing. He watched her face as she closed her eyes and smiled softly, her lips parted for baited breaths. He was close enough that he could feel his own breath off of her neck. Mulder slowly and smoothly slipped his hand down, over her silky panties, resting his fingers gently on the fabric and tensing them against it. She moaned again, turning her head to face him, their lips inches apart. Her eyes met his again, a soul searching gaze that penetrated her mind. His breath against her lips made her shiver as she leaned closer. Mulder turned his head and brushed his lips lightly against hers, nothing more than a feathery touch. They were swept away by their next kiss, initiated by Scully as she pressed her lips harder against his. His fingers slipped over the fabric and found the cold wetness where the ice water droplets had been landing, but also a warm wetness that pleased him. He moved his head so that she didn’t have to strain her neck as he kissed her, her lips and her jaw and her cheek. He was now slightly on top of her and enjoying the feeling of her leg pressed against him. Lightly he pressed down on the warm wetness between her legs. “Mmmmm Mulder.” Scully murmured. He started to rub his whole hand along the crotch of her panties. This caused her to thrust up into his hand. “Ouch!” Mulder stopped all motion “Oh shit. What did I do?” Smiling up at his puppy dog face, “Mulder when I pushed up into your hand I agitated my ankle.” “Maybe we shouldn’t do this, Scully. I mean I don’t think that your ankle can handle it.” “Mulder,” Scully responded in an upset tone “If you don’t want to, then we can stop. If my ankle bothers you too much then lets not make love. I know that I want to make love to you, but if you aren’t sure…’ “Scully, you know that I want to..” “No” She interrupted, “I don’t. You keep doing things to stop this. The inevitable. US.” “Scully…” he felt wounded and rejected. “Mulder, I don’t wanna talk about it. I do want to take a shower though. I’m all gross feeling after all that driving and sweaty from our hike. Do you think you could set aside your unstable emotions and help me?” “I don’t know…” “If helping me shower is to hard for you or it just disgusts you too much…” “Scully I think your beautiful, helping you shower doesn’t disgust me. I’m just afraid of my reaction to helping you shower…” Mulder admitted rather embarrassed. “I’m not.” She looked him in the eyes and kissed him softly. He kissed back harder, his hand pressing against her abdomen, their tongues dancing together as she pressed his head closer to hers. She kissed his bottom lip, biting it gently and pulling it as she pulled away. “We have to stop, or we’re not going to make it to the shower.” “Mmmm Scully I can’t believe I’m going to see you naked,” he moaned as he kissed her again. She laughed softly, and he did too. “I can’t believe I just said that outloud.” “Help me up.” Mulder stood up and put his arms around her legs and her waist again, picking her up slowly from the bed and standing up straight. She wrapped one arm around his neck, her other hand holding the ice within the soaked wet towel. She pressed her face into his neck, kissing it softly and licking it. He hummed softly, pulling two towels from the rack, carrying her to the door and pulling it open, letting it slam behind them. He was glad that it wasn’t far to the showers; he walked up the small gravely hill and entered the shower room, setting Scully on the wooden bench in the room before locking the door. The shower was just big enough for two people. Mulder stripped off his tank top and Scully watched, biting her lip. “I could leave my shorts on,” he said, looking into her eyes. “No,” she answered, smiling. “If I’m naked, you’re naked.” She pulled her shirt off, revealing her dark green bra. Mulder grinned, moving closer to her and putting his hands behind her back, unsnapping it. She pressed her mouth against his chest, sucking with an open mouth as he pushed her bra down her arms. He pulled her up and she leaned on him as he pulled her shorts and underwear down quickly, pulling it very slowly off of her hurt foot and quickly off of the other. Scully leaned against him, her breasts against his chest as he unzipped his shorts and tugged them down with his jockeys. Mulder ran his hands over her body, feeling her soft skin underneath his palms. He reached over and turned the shower on until it was warm, occupying his time by biting gently at her neck as she massaged his hips. Then he pulled her along, lifting her as she limped slightly over to the shower. She leaned her back against the tile wall. “Ohh, Mulder, go grab the ice.” He smiled and obliged, retrieving the ice from the towel and stepping in the shower, closing the curtain. Scully pressed her palm against it, taking it from him, watching the steam rise from the hot water splashing against his back. She pressed her lips against her neck, kissing slowly as she pressed the ice against his chest. He moaned softly, pushing her more up against the wall. He could feel the icy water trickling down his warm skin. Scully grated her teeth against his skin as she ran it lower on his stomach. He grabbed her wrist and lifted the ice to his mouth, biting off a little bit and dropping his head to suck on her shoulder. His tongue was cold as it worked the ice cube against her there, and her neck, the ice water dripping down her collarbone. Scully dropped the ice onto the shower floor, reaching up with her now free hands she grabbed his head and brought it up to her mouth. She kissed his face all over starting with his forehead and working her way down over his nose, placing light kisses over his eyelids and cheeks, finally stopping on his bottom lip and sucking it in to her mouth. Gently nibbling it with her teeth, dragging her tongue across it. Mulder’s hand moved to her leg with the hurt foot, his hand slipping under her thigh and pulling it up against his hip. He held it there as he pushed lightly against her, kissing her mouth passionately, savoring every corner of it. Moving his hand up to her ass he ran his fingers over it, making slow circles, eliciting low moans from Scully. Not wanting to lower her foot back onto the slippery shower floor Scully held it up and rubbed her thigh against his. The feeling of Scully’s soft skin rubbing against his was making Mulder harder. He began to gently thrust into her belly. Moving his hand up from her ass, he settled it with his other hand circling her waist. Slowly he massaged his way up her ribcage, tickling with the pads of his fingers. Finally he reached his goal, her breasts. When he started caressing the sides Scully let out a sigh, moving her hands up to his nipples and raking her fingernails lightly over them. She pressed her palms up against his pecs and over his shoulders, sliding her fingers down his arms and putting her hands on top of his as he molded her breasts, one in each hand. Scully bucked her hips up against his body gently, feeling his hardness rub against her, and tilted her head back against the shower wall. Mulder lowered his lips to the front of her neck, tasting the water and salt of her skin, bending slightly until his mouth was able to reach her breasts. Her hands flew to the back of his head as he began to suck lightly on one of her nipples, and then the other, never neglecting either of them for long. She moaned and he felt her chest heave under his mouth. She tugged gently on the back of his wet hair as he traced his tongue in circles around her nipples, swirling outward, occasional nibbles making her gasp and press her body into him even more. She moved a hand down between them as he stood up straighter to catch her open mouth in a kiss once again. She grasped his cock firmly, squeezing and feeling his sharp breath wispy against her cheek as he exhaled through his nose, his tongue pressing against hers. She began to slide her hand up and down slowly, the hot water aiding her movement. His moan was low and centered deep in his chest as he pinned her harder against the wall, his hands traveling over her body slowly, pinching here, tickling there. Eventually reaching her hot folds, sluggishly he traced his finger over the top of her lips, not entering her yet, just testing the emanating heat. Scully tried to maneuver herself so she could get his finger to enter her, but Mulder was avoiding her attempts. “Be patient, baby.” “Mmmmm, haven’t…oh.. god…. Haven’t I been… patient long enough. Six years is a hell of….. oh yeah, hell of a long time.” “You’re right.” Mulder replied, slipping his finger into her and capturing her mouth in his and plunging his tongue in. Moving his finger in and out of her with a leisurely pace, he released her mouth and started making his way down her body, pausing at her breasts to lavish them with attention. He had always loved her breasts, they weren’t too big and he could almost suck half of it into his mouth, letting his tongue play with the nipple while he sucked and worked it with his tongue. This action caused Scully’s hands to speed up motion on his cock. Bringing one hand down to cup his balls, rolling them in her small hands, slightly squeezing. Mulder groaned, sending vibrations through her starting in her breast and working their way down to her clit, which was now swollen and begging to be touched. Soon she wouldn’t be able to stand it anymore, she had to do something, Mulder wasn’t. Leaving his balls Scully’s hand moved over to her slickened folds, parting herself she placed her finger onto her clit and applied slight pressure. “Oh God!” she moaned. Realizing that it wasn’t him that made her scream like that Mulder smiled up at her face. She didn’t see him though her head was thrown back against the wall and her eyes were closed, yet she returned his smile. Freeing her breast from his mouth Mulder continued his journey down, stopping only to dip his tongue into her belly button. His motion caused Scully to disengage her hold on him, she whimpered at the loss. Mulder kissed her wrist slowly as she worked her finger against her clit, and he looked up at her face to watch her sigh softly. Getting on his knees, he pulled her hand away, pressing her finger against his lips and sucking it into his mouth. He licked it slowly, his tongue twisting around it and tasting just a bit of her. Scully pulled her finger out of his mouth and gently drug it across his jawline. Balancing on her good foot, she lifted her other gently over his shoulder. Mulder grabbed her calf and slid her foot over onto his back, so that her knee was bent over his shoulder and his face was resting against her inner thigh. “You want it?” he whispered, the placement of his breath making her shudder. “Mulder,” she moaned, putting her hand on top of his head. Scully pulled on his hair again, pulling his face closer to her. Her other hand slid down to part her flesh for him, exposing the more sensitive skin inside. He wanted to tease her more but couldn’t stop himself from pressing his mouth against her clit, grazing it with his teeth before his tongue slid down over it. He pushed the tip of his tongue into the skin that surrounded her clit and flicked it back and forth quickly. Scully whimpered as she pushed her body up against the wall, her grasp on his hair tightening as he pushed three fingers up into her slowly. “Too much…” she whimpered, pulling her hips up. “Not too much,” he breathed, grabbing a hip with his hand and pushing her back down to his level. He lightly pushed his fingers in and out, twisting them around to loosen her up gently. He let his tongue travel through her inner folds slowly, down to his fingers and back up in a circle around her clit, twirling faster and faster around it. He heard her moan more frequently as she surrendered to his mouth and his fingers, sagging against the wall and tensing her fingertips against the back of his head. Mulder slipped her clit between his lips, sucking hard as he thrust his fingers into her. She cried out softly with each thrust, trying to say his name and failing as she panted, sweat dripping down her body. “Mulder…. Oh…ummmm…I’m…. ahhhhhhh… close…. OH GOD!” Mulder gave her clit one last hard suck and rammed his fingers into her, and she was coming. Her muscles were contracting around his fingers, he was losing circulation in them. He started to lightly lick her clit bringing her down from her incredible climax. Scully’s body started to shake slightly. “Mmm… Mulder, I’m feeling a little….light…headed…” Mulder quickly got up and wrapped her in his strong arms, bracing her in case of a blackout. Concern threading his curious voice “God, Scully, how long has it been since you’ve come?” “It’s been awhile….a year maybe..” “Jesus Scully, why so long?” “Masturbation stopped working, I’m not sure why, really, probably some psychological thing. I started to think that I’d never have an orgasm again. God that was so good Mulder, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.” She leaned into his chest, resting her head under his chin. Letting out a sigh of contentment and release. “Mulder, I love you.” “Sure, you love me now.” She looked into his eyes and answered with a simple kiss, drawing it out as she tasted herself on his lips. “I’ve always loved you,” she whispered against his lips. He pulled her against him, her cheek pressing against his bare chest, sliding against the slick water droplets. “We should go back to the cabin,” he said, his fingers stroking her wet hair. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. “But we’d have to get dressed.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. “Scully, sometimes the best part about getting dressed, is getting undressed later.” “How much later?” she asked, her mouth drawn into a small sly smile. “Scully, as soon as I get that door shut I’m going to get you naked,” he murmured, kissing her neck, “and I’m going to worship your body like I should have a long time ago,” he continued, kissing down her shoulder. She sighed softly, running her fingers down his back. “And you’ll have very fond memories of this damned place for the rest of your life.” “Mmmm…sounds like it’s worth getting dressed for.” Scully ran her fingers over the lines of muscles at his sides. “You going to be able to walk?” He grinned, turning to shut the water off. “Barely, for a couple obvious reasons…but if you help me I should be able to manage.” “Of course,” he answered, opening the shower curtain and stepping out. He pulled her with him as she hopped over raised shower floor, holding the wall as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Mulder grabbed for her shorts and held them out for her; she put her hands on his shoulders and stepped into one leg, and he pulled them over the other carefully. He slid them up her hips and zipping and buttoning them for her. Then he quickly put her shirt over her head, pulling it down. She tossed her head, her wet hair sending a spattering of water over his naked chest. She eyed him, looking up and then down, her eyes locking below his waist. “Uh, Scully, you scare me when you stare at me like that.” He looked at her chest, her thin white T-shirt not doing much to veil her lack of bra underneath. It clung to her soaked skin on all of her curves. She laughed. “Get dressed then.” He needed no other prompting. Mulder quickly pulled on his shorts and his tank top, the water on his chest soaking through the white fabric and making his nipples and muscles very visible. “Ready to go?” he asked, stuffing his underwear in a pocket. Scully laughed as he grabbed her bra and underwear and put them in his other pocket. “I’m definitely ready to go, Mulder,” she answered, smiling and hopping over to the door. Mulder opened the shower room door, releasing some of the steam, and picked her up into his arms again. “Hey, I said I could walk,” she laughed, squirming slightly. “You need to save your energy…” Mulder answered, waggling his eyebrows. He walked quickly to the cabin, kicking up gravel on the way. “You’re in quite a hurry,” she said, her voice slightly wobbly from being bounced around in his arms. “And for a good reason,” he replied, looking into her eyes again. Her icy blue eyes shone back at him with a hidden passion that he hoped to release back in the cabin. Ah, the cabin. The cabin with the nice double bed with the nice wooden slats on the headboard that would be perfect for… Scully pushed open the door and Mulder quickly walked them through, reaching around and pulling the door closed behind him. He stood in front of the bed, Scully in his arms, and kissed her hard. She responded as he laid her down, pulling his head down with her palms at the back of his neck. “I gotta get something,” he whispered in between kisses. Scully let go of his head, running her fingers down his cheeks and neck. Mulder walked over to his suitcase and opened the top compartment, pulling out a necktie and turning around, hiding it behind his back. Scully raised her eyebrows, wondering what he had in his hand. “Mulder, what is it?” “Nothing much,” he answered, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her hips. He pulled the necktie around in front of him, watching Scully’s eyes widen slightly. “Hmmm, what are you doing with that?” “It’s a tie, Scully.” “I didn’t ask what it is, I asked what you’re doing with it.” Mulder laughed softly, stretching the tie out between his hands and gently placing it over her eyes. Scully bit her lip as she felt him tie it loosely around the back of her head. “Hmmm.” “You’re ‘hmmmm’-ing a lot.” Mulder kissed her cheek and she flinched involuntarily. “I just didn’t know you were into…into this.” Scully smiled softly, and he felt relief wash over him. She was okay with it. Thank god. “I wanted to try this with you,” he replied, kissing her jawline. He slid his hands under her shirt slowly, feeling her slightly damp skin, and pulled it up over her head. She put her hands over her head to help him get the shirt off, and he lightly grabbed them with a hand and held them there. Scully heard a click and recognized it almost instantly; the sound of handcuffs being unlocked. She felt the cold metal against one wrist, encircling it loosely and then a bit tighter, and then the other in the same manner. She moaned softly, feeling herself become very turned on at the situation, shifting her legs slightly and pulling her hands down as much as she could. She was cuffed to something…the pole of the headboard, most likely. It didn’t allow for much movement. And Mulder was nowhere to be felt. She knew he was there, he was just being very silent about it. She would play along; she would play the innocent victim, all chained up and blindfolded and under the complete and utter control of Mulder. And she would like it. “Mulder,” she breathed, listening for a breath, a shift on the bed…anything. She heard and felt nothing. Until she felt his hot breath against her stomach. Not touching skin to skin, but just the air that was being pumped from his lungs. He was just breathing on her and it was having amazing effects on her body, she never thought she would ever experience arousal of this degree after having orgasmed like she just had in the shower. She felt her self flooding with new moisture as Mulder moved up her body. When he reached her breasts, the feeling of him exhaling on her was electric, making her arch her back trying to connect her nipples with his mouth. The mixing of pleasure and patience wasn’t something Scully was very good at, she wanted it now. “Mulder, touch me….. please..” “Scully if I touched you now I would miss all the fun of driving you up the wall with arousal, I’m gonna make you so nuts, you are gonna come again like you did in the shower.” Scully let out a groan, loving the idea and still disliking it all the same. “I knew that you would see it my way” he said with a huge grin on his face; she knew, she could hear it in his voice. “I’m such a convincing guy.” Rewarding her for agreeing he placed a kiss on her nipple. Surprised by the actual impact of flesh with flesh, Scully’s reflexes arched closer to him, trying to get him to suckle her. Mulder was quicker than that though and moved his head away. He let out a chuckle and continued his way up her heated body. When Scully felt his hot breath over her mouth she automatically opened it to allow him to fully ravish her. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the side of her mouth, she moved her head trying to get the full contact. Mulder was again too fast for her and removed his mouth before she could execute her own plan. “Scully, let me tease you…” “Mulder, I want you inside of me. Please…” “Not until I’ve had my fun, baby,” he said in a low sexy voice, making Scully squirm towards him again begging for his touch. He kissed her jawline slowly, his lips moving against it as he ran a hand up her stomach and underneath her breast. She tilted her head the other way, exposing more of her neck to him, breathing out slowly as his fingers lightly traced over her erect nipple several times. He was lying next to her; she could feel the soft fabric of his tank top against her side, and the heat of his damp skin radiating through it. He kneaded her breast as his tongue lightly traced the lines of her neck, stopping to suck on her collarbone. He moved his mouth up to the crook of her arm, nipping at the skin with his teeth. She laughed softly, adjusting her body slightly against him. “Scully, are you ticklish?” “No,” she moaned softly, turning her head towards his voice. She bit her lip. That would be too much. Too much… Mulder breathed against her open-mouthed, removing his hand from her breast and tracing his fingers lightly down her arm. She whimpered, smiling, her hand straining against the cuff as she tried to move away. “No, don’t,” she whispered, “Mulder that’s not fair.” He ran his fingers back up and then down, kissing the inside of her elbow. She laughed more now, arching her back a little. He put a hand on the side of her waist as he kissed up her arm, running his lips lightly over it. Scully sighed through her giggles, trying to relax. Mulder smiled; he loved to hear Scully laugh and every time she writhed against him was turning him on even more. He massaged her side and slowly slipped his hand underneath her shorts, his fingers squeezing against her hip. She gasped, the breath catching in her throat, her laughter subsiding as he slid his fingers further down on her hip. He reached the top of her thigh and ran his fingers over it. Her smile turned into a small open-mouthed sigh, and he caught her off guard by kissing her hard and full on the mouth. She backed off and then pursued it, pressing her tongue against his and exerting the only control she could manage at this point. He let her direct the kiss as she arched her back and pressed her body against his. It was getting dark outside, and the room was gray and black now, her skin white against the shadows of the room. Mulder slid his hand up to unbutton and unzip her shorts, the sound of it making him excited. He moved his hand down her shorts and used his fingers to massage in circles, down further, and further, listening to her soft breaths become more frequent. She pressed her lips together tightly as his fingers again shifted between her legs; she was more swollen now and he worked them into her folds gently. Scully’s good foot ran up the mattress as she bent her knee, drawing it up and rubbing her foot gently against the side of the bed; it was the only movement that she could manage and she couldn’t lay still like this for very much longer. She sighed, pushing her hips up against his hand as he began to rub his fingers against her clit slowly, still moving in circles. She felt a spark of arousal centered deep inside of her start again. “Mulder, oh…hmmm…yeah…” He abruptly removed his hand from her shorts, “More…please…Mulder..” He had her begging him now, exactly where he wanted her. Moving himself up into a sitting position, he took off his tank top. Scully was unsure of what Mulder was doing, all she could feel was movement on the bed. Mulder suddenly gripped her hips, hastily grabbing her shorts and removing them, being careful to lift up her foot and moving them over her ankle gently. She heard Mulder sigh and could feel his gaze on her naked figure. She loved that he was looking at her, studying her, she wanted her image burned into that brain of his. “Like what you see sir?” “How could I not, Scully? You have a gorgeous body.” He replied sincerely “Soon I’ll be buried inside of you.” That made Scully moan loudly. Mulder stood up and took off his shorts, tossing them haphazardly on the floor. Lying back on the bed next to Scully so she could feel his erection on her hip. Putting his hand back on her abdomen, he resumed the circle rubbing, slowly making his way closer to her clit. Scully was so turned on she was murmuring incoherent words, mostly things that sounded, to Mulder, like his name. He hadn’t even reached her little bundle of nerves yet and she was already so close to coming. Reaching his goal Mulder slipped his finger into her folds and applied minimal pressure on her clit, while at the same time he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. “MULDER!” Her whole body arched up as she felt herself coming. “Mulder, please…” she whimpered, her hips moving back and forth against him. “You want it Scully?” “Yes.” “You sure?” “Dammit Mulder,” she moaned, feeling his fingers working faster. She tried to hold her orgasm off as she basked in the heightening sensations she was feeling. Mulder shifted so that he was over her, his cock stroking between her legs just through the folds of skin, lightly rubbing against her clit. He kissed her cheek, sighing against it as she turned her head away and moaned. He pushed harder against her, placing his hand between them to aim himself just right. He found her opening with his fingers, moving them in and out slowly to feel how wet she was for him. Then he pushed himself inside of her just a bit and bit her ear gently, groaning as she pushed her hips up against him, forcing him deeper. “Oh my god, Mulder…” she breathed, her head tossing back and her hands struggling against the handcuffs. He watched her fight to move, biting her lip and releasing it as her face showed the pleasure she was feeling. Mulder pushed his fingers against her clit as he began to gently push into her, pulling out more slowly, listening to her moan. His other hand went up to her face, stroking her cheek and finally pulling the blindfold off of her eyes. Scully blinked, realizing that the blindfold was gone, but it was still dark. Her eyes needed time to adjust. She began to see the shadowy grays of the room, and then Mulder’s face before hers, looking down at her tenderly as he touched her face. She lifted her head and kissed him, moving her hips a little more against his to try and find a rhythm. She left her eyes open, watching his face as he kissed her. He had closed his eyes, an expression of blissful pleasure noticeable even in the darkness. “Mulder…uncuff me…” she whispered against his lips. “I want to touch you.” Mulder grabbed the keys off of the mattress beside them and unlocked the cuffs. She rotated her wrists, stretching her fingers and her hands as he threw the cuffs aside. They clanged to the floor and Scully grabbed his face and kissed him hard, running her hands down over the back of his hair and over his bare shoulder blades. She dug her fingernails in and thrust her hips up against him hard, burying him deep at the same time that he thrust into her. He moaned, pressing his body hard against hers, putting his hands on her hips and moving her body with him. “Mmmm, Scully, fuck me,” Mulder moaned, pressing his lips against her neck and grating his teeth against it lightly. She ran her palm down the side of his muscular back, grabbing his ass and pushing him against her. “You want it?” she whispered, feeling a surge of arousal at her power over him. “Scully, please…” “Do you want it, Mulder?” she repeated, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him away from her neck, moving her face an inch away from his. She tightened her muscles around his cock and he hissed through his teeth. “Give it to me,” he groaned. Scully smiled and arched an eyebrow, moving her hips against him. “Turn over,” she demanded, licking his ear slowly. He obliged, rolling them over as Scully slid over their skin dampened by sweat and water. Now on top, she pressed her body against his, feeling her nipples taut against his chest. She put her lips close to his ear and started to roll her hips on him, moaning softly and moving faster. “Jesus…” Mulder whispered, running his hands down her back and over her thighs. “Mmmm, Scully…. Make me come..” Scully moved her lips back up to his mouth, sticking her tongue out and licking his lips. Sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, delicately nibbling on it, running her tongue over it. “Oh I will Mulder. I’m gonna make you come so hard, I’m gonna be able to taste you.” Hearing her say that he let out a low moan and thrust up into her. Running his hands up her body to her head, Mulder pulled her head back down on his and kissed her hard, bruising her mouth with the pressure. Scully returned the kiss with full force. Moving his hands from her head to her breasts Mulder began massaging her. Taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and applying slight pressure. Scully brought her hands down off his head and started to knead his gorgeous pecs. Leaning down she took a nipple in her mouth, making sure to continue the rhythm of her hips. Mulder was thrusting into her in an irregular motion now, she could tell he was close, however if she didn’t have a little help she wouldn’t be coming with him. She reached down between their bodies with one of her hands. Reaching the place where they met, she pushed one finger up between her folds touching her clit. “Ooohhh God!” the feeling of Mulder in her and her own finger controlling the main source of her pleasure was amazing. Lifting his head slightly, Mulder saw what she was doing, he hadn’t thought that he could get any harder, but when he saw her touching herself again, his erection grew to being close to the point of pain, not quite yet though. “I felt that Mulder. You like watching me touch myself?’ “Yes… and… oh…god..” speech was becoming increasingly difficult for him as Scully sped up her tempo. “The … mmmmm… picture of me…. Inside… you…. AHHH! I… Love that…” She leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “So do I, baby.” She rubbed her fingers more quickly against her clit and bit his ear, hanging on and breathing through her nose into his ear. “Whenever I touch myself I think of you doing this to me…” “Oh fuck, Scully…” Mulder moaned, twisting her nipples a little more as she snapped her upper body upright, her head tilted back as she sighed, licking her lips. He thrust into her hard and fast, watching and feeling her breasts jiggling gently with his movement. “I’m gonna…oh, Jesus…” “Come Mulder,” she whispered, moving her hand from between them and raking her fingernails up his sides and over his shoulders, riding his thrusts with her own matching rhythm. “Scully,” he panted, his hands gripping her sides tightly as he felt the explosion of sexual tension running hot through his blood. He pushed his hand against her between them, his palm and fingers working hard against her clit as he moaned at the end of his orgasm. Scully didn’t take long to come. She put her hand on Mulder’s, pressing harder and moving his hand faster against her, her other hand gripping his shoulder tightly. He kept the pace up, despite his sensitivity, and she gave up her rhythm, letting herself be taken over by his thrusts. “Uhhhmmm…Mulder,” she moaned breathily, gritting her teeth as she came hard once again, her muscles squeezing against him in hard spasms that hindered her breathing for a few seconds. He relaxed himself, slowly reducing their speed to bring her down from it. She gently laid herself on him, afraid of falling over on top of him if she didn’t. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, her breath moist against his neck. He ran his fingers lightly up and down her back, tracing her spine and her shoulder blades. Rolling them over Mulder pulled out of her and reached down on the floor and unrolled the sleeping bag, unzipping it completely. Picking Scully up off the bed and placing her on the top bunk right over the place where the ladder connected. Hastily he placed the sleeping bag on the double bed, tossing both of their pillows on the bed. Circling her waist with his arms he brought her back down from the bed and laid her back down on the double bed, grabbing the other sleeping bag he unrolled and unzipped it all the way. Mulder then covered Scully with it, pulled back the corner and jumped in with her. Reaching for her body immediately he re-entwined their limbs, he head tucked under his chin resting on his chest, his arms encircling her, rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. She rested her leg over his so her ankle wouldn’t be touching anything. Scully let out a content, sated sigh. “I could get very used to this Mulder.” “That’s good Scully, because I’m already used to it and I won’t be giving it up.” “Neither will I.” Snuggling closer together and settling into their warm surroundings they both fell asleep. Thinking of nothing but how much they loved each other and how Skinner was going to take the news……. ____________________________________ A loud bang is good, a louder bang is better.