Title: Four Walls
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Category: MSR, challenge fic, RST
Spoilers: none
Summary: Mulder and Scully find themselves trapped in a phone booth in a foreign town... yup, it's a smut-biscuit.
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This was a challenge-fic offered by a fine, fellow, phile who wanted to see our heroes trapped in a phone booth. The parameters were for them to be stuck, with no money, no working cell phones and in need to make a call. It follows the theme of previous stories such as Crawlspace by Gwendolyn and In the Closet, which was co-written with Dasha K. Confined, uncomfortable spaces seem to make Moose and Squirrel horny- it would seem.

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Four Walls
By Xenoprobe

"Ugh."

"Mulder! Watch it... your elbow is... arrgh... jabbing me."

"Stay still Scully." He tried unsuccessfully to slip his hand into his pocket. "I can't reach mine, can you do it?"

She wriggled a bit and slipped both arms down between them, searching. Mulder yelped.

"Scully! Coat pocket- coat pocket," he breathed in her face. Scully blushed then retrieved the cell phone from his inside breast pocket.

"Sorry." She winced.

Mulder fiddled with the phone, arms high above his petite partner- cursing loudly when he realized his battery was dead too.

"What do we do?" He looked down at her imploringly. Scully shook her head and leaned forward, resting on his chest.

How had this happened? Scully had dashed into the phone booth when her cell phone failed her and had gotten stuck. Mulder, on the other side had dutifully come to her rescue. He'd played with the accordion door and released the stuck hinge, laughing at her for not being able to reach high enough to do it herself. Instead of letting her out, he'd stepped in- squishing up against her. He'd forced the door closed and proceeded to explain, in a schoolteacher voice, how it was all too easy to get out of a phone booth. The look of horror on his face when he discovered they were genuinely wedged in quickly replaced his smug, condescending demeanor.

"Call the operator." He announced like he'd discovered the theory of relativity himself.

"I can't reach. Give me a second." Scully twisted, pressing against her partner. "A-ha! Got it!" She wiggled again, trying to punch at the "zero" for assistance and succeeded. "Hello? Yes, this is special agent Dana Scully of the FBI- badge number JTT0331613. I need you to send someone to... to... She glanced around desperately and whispered, "Mulder, where are we?" She held the phone away trying not to embarrass herself further. Her partner looked out into the night, seeing nothing that would identify their whereabouts. He shrugged.

"Um, I'm sorry, I don't know my location. I am stuck in a phone booth and don't know this city. ...I see. ...I understand. ...Yes, thank you."

Scully found the warmth of Mulder's chest again and sighed heavily.

"We have to call 911 if we want them to search our location and get us out of here."

"Dammit! Scully, there's gotta be a way out of this. Just... let me... try..."

He pushed his arm out trying to bang against the glass. It was no use, they were seriously stuck. They rested a moment.

The sensation of their bodies, breathing heavily against one another was electrifying and Mulder could feel that all too familiar stir in his trousers. Scully seemed to be even closer than before, her arms at her sides and cheek to his torso. Mulder tired to shift his weight a bit but only ground into her. His partner smiled.

"That had better be your gun Agent Mulder..." she quipped.

"My gun's locked in the car Scully." He was fifty shades of red. "Sorry."

"Don't be."

Mulder cleared his throat, suddenly more uncomfortable than before. There was no way around it Scully could feel him. She seemed not to be taking offence; he smirked after a moment's thought.

Scully was tense too, feeling his hardness rub against her belly. Even through layers of clothing, it felt impressive. Her mind began to wander into dangerous territory. She closed her eyes, imagining just how wonderful Mulder would be, his hazel eyes, his pouty lip, his lean body. Without conscious thought, Scully began to move slowly against her partner, curling herself to his form.

"Scully?"

She looked up at him through heavy lids, her blue eyes wide and deep. They stared into each other for a long, suspended moment then both exploded in a fit of struggle to get out of the booth. Mulder punched at the glass, Scully pushed at the side of the door, trying to release it. They thrashed against each other, both fighting urges that were too close to the surface until they gave up in defeat.

There was a pause where he looked down at her again; all too aware of his now bulging erection pressed against her. Her lips were parted and she was puffing tiny breaths into his shirt collar. There was no time to anticipate the next move.

Mulder's hands flew up, gripping both sides of her face, as his mouth sealed hers in an explosive, angry kiss. She did not think, she just shoved right back at him, driving her hips against him, making him moan. Their tongues dueled, sliding over teeth, tracing and swirling in an exquisite dance. Their lips never parted but he tilted her head back, forcibly, driving more desperation into the kiss. He was grunting and the sensation of her tongue flicking at his lower lip while she sucked it between her lips made him want to fuck her, hard, against the cold glass of the telephone booth. He thrust against her and she writhed in response.

"Scuhlleee..." he panted, hungering at the sight of her swollen kiss-bruised lips.

The look in her eyes told him everything. He was set free.

"Yessss..." It was all she could say.

His hands traveled down to her breasts, but he was unable to maneuver much further, the restrained space offered limited possibilities. Scully's fingers toyed at his waistband, sliding his shirttails free. Her hands rubbed over his shaft, over the thin layer of gabardine between her fingers and his flesh. Mulder pumped into her grip, moaning into the kiss.

"God Scuhllee, I want you. I want you." She unzipped his fly, taking him from his boxers and squeezing his cock in rhythmic strokes. She was so wet it was almost painful. "Undo you pants Scully." He spoke, lips still pressed to hers, breathing. "Trust me."

She complied and her slacks fell to the metal floor. His hands kneaded her breasts, tugging her hardened nipples through the fabric of her silky blouse. The sensation seemed to travel directly to her clit, she began rubbing her mound against her own hand as it pumped at her partner.

"Uuuugghhh..." She was beyond speech.

"Touch yourself." He purred in her ear before suckling at her pulsepoint. "I want to touch you so badly Scully." Her other hand slipped into her damp panties and she thrust two fingers into the heat at her core. Her moan was unparalleled. Her head tipped back, hair cascading along her shoulders and Mulder cupped her face again kissing up her throat.

"Mmmm... Mulderrrr..." Her mouth gaped, she was beyond passion, beyond need- everything around her was overlit by the booth's lights still she felt wrapped in darkness. She slowed down the strokes along his cock, concentrating on herself. Mulder barely noticed as he humped against her hand and the moisture that dripped from between her thighs.

"I want to taste it. Let me taste it Scully." Her mind reeled with the sound of his voice; he growled and thrust harder. Scully squirmed and slid her arm up between their bodies. She brought a pair of slick fingers to his mouth and his tongue darted out to sample.

She smeared the stickiness over his lips and he took her fingers deep into his mouth, sucking hungrily, washing her clean. They slipped out again for him to speak.

"Look at me Scully." She raised her eyes to his but hesitated. "No. Look at me." She faced him squarely, their bodies stilled. Mulder licked his lips, savouring her essence yet again. "You are delicious Scully." She tried to look away again but he caught her chin in a vise grip. He pulled her face back to his and whispered, "see for yourself." His mouth plundered hers again and again, swirling saliva and the musky aftertaste of her arousal between them. They were drunk with need.

"I want you... want you Mulder." She could scarcely put two words together.

"Hold on."

Mulder pushed his partner back and squeezed his arms down either side. He gripped her waist and hoisted her up- driving her weight back into the glass. She blinked slowly, the world spinning around them- cars in the street, lights over the intersections not far away. He brought her down carefully and felt the tip of his penis connect to something incredibly hot and wet. So close.

She slid down the length of him, feeling it fill her and stretch her to a near painful capacity. It was exquisite and her muscles clamped around his cock, teasing him in even further. Scully let out a long, appreciative moan.

"My God." She sighed, adjusting to the overpowering sensation.

"That you are." He responded, chuckling softly.

He began to pump. Slowly. Purposefully. Thrusting in and out, hard yet soft, passion smouldering between them. Her body rose and fell with each stoke and she tired to brace herself by placing her hands to the booth walls at either side. The metal and glass were cold and moisture dripped in streaks from the heat they were generating.

Mulder's neck muscles jutted, straining from the exertion but he sped up, driving into her and calling her name in a howl of noise and non-sense. His eyes found hers and she suddenly saw herself in the reflection of deep hazel. It was beautiful, they were beautiful.

They ground against each other, the moment of release barreling at them like a freight train until Scully could stand it no more.

"Oh God Mulder!!!" The ragged cry pierced the tiny space around them and she contracted in orgasmic spasms coaxing Mulder's climax in uneven thrusts.

"Arruugghhh-I... love... you..." They rocked together, bumping to and fro in the phone booth as Mulder emptied himself into her. He kept babbling her name and 'I love you's' into her hair and slowly, so slowly, he lowered her back to the ground.

Her legs were weak but Scully stood up, brushing sweat-dampened strands of red from her view. She wiggled her arms up between them, and softly smoothed her palms over his face. His eyes fluttered shut against the sweet, luxurious feeling of her gentle touch.

"I love you Mulder," she hushed. His mouth opened to the palm of one hand and he kissed her.

"Scully..." His smile was contagious and they stood there grinning foolishly for a moment. A siren whined somewhere in the distance and the spell shattered around them. They fought their confines to redress and in their post-coital stupor, decided they would have to call 911.

They shuffled a bit and Scully reached for the receiver as Mulder rested his head against the telephone booth door. Suddenly the door sprung open, releasing Mulder into the night air. He staggered to regain his balance, stood up straight and brushed down his clothes.

"Told you I'd get us out." He smirked and Scully could not bite back the laughter that bubbled out into the street. He held out his hand to her and she took it, allowing him to pull her into his coat. He kissed the top of her head and smiled as they turned towards the car. "C'Mon G-woman, lets get back to the motel."

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FIN

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