Title: Arcadia: Scully's Point (1/1) Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Classification: H, X Rating: R/NC-17 Spoilers: Arcadia, season six Keywords: UST, MSR Archive: Anywhere just drop me a note. Summary: My version of missing scenes. hehe Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the characters would have more fun. Authors Notes: This is Scully's POV. (It's my first try at this kind of story, be gentle, please?) ARCADIA SCULLY'S POINT (1/1) As I am walking back with Kami, after finding Big Mike's caduceus. I try to keep my mind focused on why we are here, Mulder and I, that is. But I am weak...I'll admit it...I Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully am W-E-A-K, weak. There, I said it. Mulder is enjoying himself just a little too much... Actually...so am I, but I won't *ever* admit that to him, no way, no how. My mind flashes back to earlier today, I guess you *really* could say I started the sexually charged banter between us. I was taking my coat off after getting rid of the 'Neighbors from hell' and Mulder was watching me, as usual, so I just kind of thrust my chest out a little more than was necessary to slip my coat down my arms. Take that Mulder! His eyes widened at me...of course Mulder is never one to be outdone. "You, ready?" I sort of breathlessly ask him. And I knew, I just *knew* what his response would be, with his trademark leer firmly in place. "Let's *get* it on, honey." OK, I'll admit the *honey* floored me a bit, so I knew I couldn't completely hide the smile playing at my lips, I'm just not *that* good an actress. "Alright, then." I reply as I drop the rubber gloves into his hand. A few moments pass as I walk around the house delivering my litany on the facts gathered, so far, about the case. I should have been ready, I *know* that now. As I am concluding my speech...WHOA her comes Mulder...just SLAMS one in there! "You wanna make that honeymoon video *now*?" his eyebrows waggle at me suggestively. DAMN HIM, now I have to remember to erase *that* line out of the video...So there I am, Mulder is officially one-up on me and before long he's two up. I know. I just KNOW the longing my face held as he sat perched up on the kitchen counter delivering more humorous lines about *me* wanting to 'play house' and 'making him a sandwich.' I guess I should have been offended, but I was fantasizing a little... OKAY, OKAY a lot, happy now! Thank God, the doorbell rings, I can make a hasty exit. I pitch my gloves, aiming for Mulder's head and BINGO- *SPLAT*...two points for me, DAMN I'm *good. * I knew growing up with two brothers would come in handy for at least *something. * * * * * * Then later on, sitting in the office of the 'Leslie Nielsen as Charles Manson' wannabe's office, with Mulder's arm around me, I patted his arm, sympathetically, playing the part. But the funny thing is, I don't remember why or how my hand got there the second time. I now realize upon some reflection that I put my hand on his to stop his movements. I don't think he was doing it intentionally, then again with Mulder you never know. He was holding my upper arm, rather possessively, I might add, and he kept flexing his hand slightly. We were sitting so close together I don't believe you could have slid a sheet of paper between us. Anyway, every time his hand would release his knuckles and thumb would rub against the side of my right breast. It couldn't have been more than 10 or 15 seconds before... OH SHIT! I could feel my nipples hardening, straining against the confines of my bra. DAMN...I shouldn't be *THAT* sensitive to a light touch, so I put my hand over his. Miraculously his hand stopped moving I leave it there until I feel my palm starting to sweat a little and I pull away. Then I fidget, yeah fidget, I haven't done *that* since, since high school. Well I guess my mouth *did* kind of just run on-and-on, during that Christmas Eve ghost business. Nervous mouth fidgeting, yes that's what it was. * * * * * Well we're almost back to Wyn and Kami's place; I need to tell Mulder about the necklace and the sewer in front of Big Mike's house. So I'm going to have to get him out of there pretty fast, I know he's been grilling Wyn since us 'Women-folk' left. So how *do* I end our evening with neighbors... A smile spreads across my face...man, I *should* be growing horns, right here...right now. I figure it's time for payback...Mulder can dish it out, let's see if he can *REALLY* take it. Kami and I walk back into the dining room and both men stand up, oh my...such gentleman. "Sit down, please sit down while I go get dessert," Kami says on her way into the kitchen. I stand for just a moment plotting my plan of attack. Mulder must see a glint in my eyes because he's watching me warily, questioningly...Good... I kind of saunter around the table till I'm standing behind Mulder. I drape my arms around his neck, Wyn is staring at me like maybe I *did* sprout those horns after all. He's still staring as I put my cheek beside Mulder's head my lips at his ear. "Rob?" I semi-whisper. "Y, yeah?" Mulder chokes out before gulping. Cha-Ching! I'm making him nervous. I feel the almost imperceptible shudder run though Mulder's body. I think his mouth is dry too...since he reaches for the wine goblet and chugs down the remaining liquid. Boy-oh-boy. Do I wish I could see the expression on Mulder's face for what I'm gonna do next. Mulder has three or four buttons undone on his shirt, I notice he's gotten rid of the sweater vest, all the better, I fleetingly wonder where it is. Well here goes nothing... I s-l-o-w-l-y slide my right hand into his shirt, dragging my nails back and forth over the middle of his chest. My other hand plays with his hair. "Rob...darling? I *really* don't want any dessert...do *you*...hmm?" I lightly run my lips over his ear as I speak in a hushed tone. I know my breath is warm and moist. I can feel Mulder's skin break out into a cold sweat, his respiration's quicken. Kami comes back into the room carrying a tray with some kind of cake; she looks at Wyn then at Mulder and I. "Kami, I think Rob and I are going to skip dessert." "Oh...well I understand," she replies. Sounding more relieved than disappointed. Mulder *still* hasn't moved or spoken. *God* he's almost catatonic...well *this* should get him moving. "C'mon...darling...Let's see what we can *do* about..." I drop my voice so *only* Mulder can hear, "That honeymoon video." I finish and gently use my teeth to tug on his earlobe before flicking my tongue out and licking it once. You'd have thought I poured a glass full of ice cubes down Mulder's pants due to the groan he admits and his sudden lurching out of the chair. The idiot almost knocks me down standing up so suddenly. He *does* manage to knock over all the remaining glasses on the table...I'm not sure if he hit his knees or what. Next thing I know he's grabbed his vest, my hand and we're heading for the door. "Uh...Sorry about the mess...uh thanks for dinner...we gotta go!" he yells out over his shoulder as we walk out the door. Once we're outside Mulder drops my hand like a hot potato and takes off for *our* house. Leaving me standing there. Gee...was it something *I* said? Guess Mulder isn't two-up on me anymore. Nope *I* do believe I just tied it up... Chuckling to myself I follow after Mulder, I've still got to tell him about what I found.... The End Coming Soon: Arcadia Mulder's Musings! Title: Arcadia II: Mulder's Musings (1/1) Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Classification: H, A, X Rating: R/NC-17 Spoilers: Arcadia, season six Keywords: UST, MSR Archive: Anywhere just drop me a note. Summery: My version of missing scenes. hehe Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the character would have more fun IMHO. Authors Notes: It's Mulder's turn. POV story. ARCADIA II: MULDER'S MUSINGS (1/1) What's my name again? Oh, Yeah-Rob Pee-tri...like the like the dish, HAH! Well I can tell you about 30 minutes ago I could have *filled up* around 10 of said dishes! HOLY SHIT! Did Scully, whoops Laura, slam me...and how. So here I am, pounding the pavement trying to *NOT* think of what Scully just did to me inside 'Mr. and Mrs. We-only- use-dolphin-safe-tuna's' house. I mean I really don't think this is an X File and I was *really* hoping to sink my teeth into a good *official* case. Not like the Florida disaster. I guess I better think *real* hard next time I get a call from Arthur Dales, I mean the old coot was practically salivating over *my* partner and her virtues. Anyhow Skinner suggests we go undercover as, how'd he put it? Oh, yeah 'prospective home buyers' I had leafed through the case file, before handing it to Scully. "Sir, all the couples were married." I state very simply. Scully blanches. I mean literally too, it looked as if she just stuck her face in flour and *then* guess what...yep she blushed. Oh Yeah! Scully's blushing...hmm... "I was just getting to that, Mulder." Uh-oh. Skinner looks annoyed. Guess he wanted to *break* the news. Evidently Skinner didn't notice Scully's obvious reaction, since he's been giving *me* the 'evil eye,' the 'Mulder you are a putz' look. "In any event, Agents, your plane leaves in 2 hours. All the tools necessary except for clothing of course, will be waiting for you at the San Diego field office to fulfill your undercover assignment." He pauses. "There is one other thing too, stop down in the FBI evidence room and get suitable rings...and *don't* lose them...Mulder." Christ, *I* get blamed for everything! We stand and I guide Scully out the door in my usual manner, she turns to me mumbling that she'll meet me at my place in a hour then scurries off. Scully...scurries...ha! OKAY, I decide. Maybe this case will be just the thing to get Scully and I back on the right track. With my wit and charm...I know I'll wear her down. In fact I think it's going to be fun. * * * * * So here I am packing my bag with some of my *Oxford Duds.* Those should pass for 'Suburban American Male...eww.' I pack some jeans, T-shirts and sweats anyway. Hey...I guys gotta have some comfort, right? Underwear...hmm...I go for the silk boxers...ahh 4 pairs should be enough and if not? Well the little 'missus' can just do them up for me, right? I look at my watch...DAMN...I forgot the rings! SHIT! Scully's going to be here within 15 minutes, shitshitshit. Click, did someone just turn on the light? I get into my safe; yeah I have a safe, fireproof even. Closing and locking it I open the box I retrieved... My Grandmother Mulder's rings...I was young, the day she pressed them into my hand along with Grandfathers band. "Fox, you are *very* special to me...and I know it will be hard for you to understand now. But you won't see me after today. Someday you'll meet someone, who'll steal your heart and soul," she strained to continue. "Fox...I know your mother and father haven't been the best role-models of a happily married life. Just know you're grandfather and I loved each other...beyond..." She took a deep shuddering breath. "The rings...they're a symbol...you...keep them safe. Promise me, never mind you don't need to promise I *trust* you. You'll *know* the day...you will..." I'm snapped out of my reverie by Scully standing in the doorway of my bedroom. "Are those...the rings?" She asks hesitantly. "Uh...yeah," I stammer as she walks closer. "Yes, yes they are." I state with more conviction. She moves to take them, but I stop her, I take them out instead...Please, please let me do this...Scully? I take her small and delicate yet strong hand in mine; she shrugs as I look into her eyes silently begging for permission. I breathe a sigh of relief as I slide the set onto her ring finger. I almost gasp, a *perfect* fit. Whoa, I have a sudden flashback to my grandmother's hands, Scully's, my grandmother's, Scully's...Scully has hands like my grandmother. The grandmother who always loved me, who always trusted me...unconditionally, no matter what. I suddenly feel awkward so I let go of her hand, slip my grandfathers band on my own hand and say...*Cringe* "Alright, now that we got *that* out of the way, let's go." Scully looks at me with astonishment, then sadness and anger, before she walks out leaving me following. I'd kick myself in the ass if I could...Why do I resort to sarcasm and dry humor when...? Oh just forget it. I'll have the whole plane ride out to think of a way to make it up to her...Seems like all I do *right* lately *is* hurt her. * * * * * Earlier today when Scully and I went over to 'Big' Mike's house to return the dishes, I couldn't resist having just a little more fun. Ha, Ha I'm still laughing...'we just *spooned* up like little baby cats...right. The *truth* is after out thorough examination of the house, jet lag was catching up to us. Scully made sandwiches and salad then we sat on the couch to plan our strategy. Next thing *I* know is we *are* both stretched out on the couch *spooning*...seriously. I'm at the back of the couch with Scully in front of me, my nose is buried in her hair and my arm is around her waist. I *LIKE* it so I tighten my arm just a little so she won't fall off and drift back to sleep. Ahh...good intentions... THUMP...the sound jolts me awake, blinking I realize my face is pressed into the back of the couch. Where's Scully? Uh-Oh! I know I must have gotten restless. Hey, I'm used to sleeping alone...okay! I knocked Scully off the couch...whoops! So I roll over and come face to face with a very confused Scully. She's propped up on one arm, tilted on her hip and is rubbing her backside with the other...I *can not* resist, I just can't. Once a smartass always a smartass. "Hey, would you like me to *kiss* it and make it better?" Yep, that did it, she's totally awake now. I know this because I get the 'ha-ha-you-are-so-funny' eyes. She stands; I'm running my gaze up her legs since she hasn't taken notice of her skirt. It has ridden up *really* high. I'll bet if I ducked my head *just* right I could get a view of...Damn! She noticed. The skirt is back in place and she is stalking off. She turns around at the edge of the living room, I wonder if she can see my pout? "Mulder, it's seven o'clock in the morning. We need to *focus* on the case...that's why we're here." I nod as she walks away. * * * * * *FOCUS* *FOCUS* Is *that* what Scully was doing after dinner? If it was...she's *GOOD* real good. Maybe she doesn't *know* what her *voice* alone does to me? Maybe she was putting on a good show in front of the Schroeders? Could she really not know the instant erection I would get hearing her sultry voice in my ear? And when her teeth and tongue...not to mention the way she was stroking my chest... She also mentioned my earlier joke about the video...Damn, now I just have to take a cold shower that run didn't help at all now that I just *had* to go back and reflect on the events of the evening...idiot. As I stand here in front of *our* house I suddenly realize Scully is in-the-game...She's paying *me* back for all the extra touches and innuendoes *I've* been throwing at her for the past two days or so... DAMN! I'm the one that's *G-O-O-D* I've done it! I Special Agent Fox William Mulder have finally made my enigmatic partner...get down and dirty. She's been around me for too long. The little minx is nailing me right back. Good for her...but... It's time for the *MASTER* to reassert himself... I open the door...look out Scully, Daddy's home and here I come, baby! Game On! The End Stay Tuned for Arcadia III: Hoop Dreams! End Notes: Okay I just somehow couldn't resist taking more than a few liberties but hey that's the fun of fan fiction, right? Depending on how my mind functions I'll try to get part III out before Friday. Feed back helps immensely (Shameless begging here) that's all for now folks. Title: Arcadia III: Hoop Dreams (1/1) Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Classification: H, A, X Rating: R/NC-17 Spoilers: Arcadia, season six Keywords: MSR Archive: Anywhere just drop me a note. Summery: My version of missing scenes. hehe Otherwise known as a man and his basketball. Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the characters would have more fun. IMHO Authors Notes: Scully's POV, Mulder's POV etc. ARCADIA III: HOOP DREAMS (1/1) I hear Mulder shut the door. I quickly grab my terry robe and throw it on. I feel sort of silly-after all we've all ready seen each other butt-ass naked, but that is a situation I *really* don't want to analyze now. Since we were coming to San Diego I had packed my lightweight cotton pajamas. Only one problem, they are kind of see-through and I really didn't want to give Mulder any *food for thought* so to speak. Especially after what I did earlier. Wait a minute, *food for thought* did I really just think that? Shit...that brings way too many images to my mind, one in particular. Mulder's mouth *feasting* on two such areas, alternating from one to the other, uh-huh... My hand has unconsciously strayed to the top button on my pajama top, tracing the button circumference. Shitshit and double shit...My damn nipples are like rocks. Talk about headlights! The phone rings and I am completing my call with the local PD just as Mulder enters the bedroom tossing his sweatshirt past my head. Pisses me off! And I do manage to keep the irritation in my voice. It's hard though as I get a look at Mulder. Maybe I'm strange, but there is something so erotic about a sweaty man, not unclean sweaty mind you, it's so manly. Especially Mulder, his hair is all messed up too...Damn I *have* got to get out of this room for a few minutes. I take a deep breath; slap down the evidence bag I had been holding and head to the bathroom. I keep talking to Mulder the whole time; I even have some fun calling attention to the toothpaste and toilet seat. Ever since the frostbite I suffered in Antarctica I've had trouble with my skin, so I have a new regimen to follow and I forgot last week. Wait till Mulder sees me in this...I look at myself in the mirror...ha, ha I really *do* look like Laura Petri, well except for it being 'glow-in-the-dark' green. So I head back into the bedroom and Oh-my-God. Mulder is stretched out on the bed... * * * * * As I walk in the bedroom peeling my sweatshirt off I hear Scully finishing her phone call and toss the shirt across the room. I'm purposefully trying to get a rise out of her and I *know* I'm succeeding when she smacks down that evidence bag. I hear her in the bathroom and I answer her almost on autopilot. When I think she's about done I launch myself onto the bed, my face burrowing into the pillow...Rats, no Scully smell... I grin, *of course* there isn't any *we* spent the night on the couch last night...hmm...maybe we can try the bed tonight... Just then Scully makes her appearance; it's a shock, at first. Hey I might be a man, but I do know women sometimes wear those things I'm not a total idiot. In fact it makes me think of licking green-tinted whipped cream off Scully's tiny form. Shit! Here I go again...down, boy! We keep a dialogue going, she even nails me in the head again with my shirt this time...damn Scully. You're wasting your skills girl 'you coulda been a contenda.' I decide it's time to move in for the kill... I assume what I figure is the trademark centerfold position before I pat the bed and leer suggestively. She takes this kind of hitching breath. "C'mon, Laura you know we're married now." Missed the kill shot by a mile. She's hiding herself I can almost see the walls being erected in her eyes. "*Scully,* Mulder-goodnight." Oh well I tried. There's always tomorrow night. I sigh, grabbing a pillow as I crawl off the foot of the bed, sulking all the way to the couch. "The thrill is gone." I tell her on my way by. * * * * * I must have dozed sporadically, I'm restless. I slept like a log last night, until Mulder kicked me off the couch...Well I know he didn't do it on purpose-my ass still feels it a little though. I'm thirsty so I wander into the kitchen; I peek in on Mulder as I go by...he looks so sexy. There's just no other word. I open up the refrigerator; the cold air makes me shiver for a moment. I'm just reaching for the milk when the diamond on my hand catches the light. I admire it, holding my hand out and tilting it so that it sparkles back at me...it really is beautiful. Too bad it isn't really mine...But then did I actually have this vision of life for myself? Maybe a little, but never a white picket fence and certainly not 'Mr. Rodgers does Jim Jones Neighborhood.' Just then I feel two warm arms encircling my waist, large hands resting on my stomach...warm breath in my hair...lips nuzzling at my neck... * * * * * Damn...I screwed up again. I heard Scully's light footsteps as she padded into the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to see what her nocturnal cravings might be. When I get to the kitchen she's inspecting the diamond closely, holding her hand up to the light emitting from the open refrigerator door. The stones glitter as she moves her hand. I swallow something in my stomach flips, seeing my grandmother's rings on Scully's soft hand. Quietly I move behind her, embracing her while the wave of tenderness washes over me. She doesn't have that thick robe on so there is only a thin layer of soft cotton beneath my chest and her back. I wanted to tease her, but I find myself running my lips over her ear and neck... So soft...her cheek...soft like a babies... I didn't notice the open milk container in her hand. Really I didn't...and I couldn't imagine such a fierce reaction to my gentle tickling of her belly button... BIG MISTAKE! "MULDER!" She squeals as the whole container of milk ends up down the front on her pajamas. Her top is thoroughly soaked, giving me an impromptu 'wet pajama top' for-my-eyes-only *free* show...WOW! Thank you...there *IS* a God up there somewhere. She's shivering. The cold milk making her nipples erect... I think she heard the groan I couldn't stifle. But I couldn't help it even soaked to the skin in milk, no less, Scully is beautiful... "Scully, you give new meaning to the slogan. Milk does a body good!" I know I'm grinning from ear to ear. I can't help it. She doesn't even shoot me a dirty look before throwing the container in the sink and storming off towards the bedroom. SHIT! Damn I can't go running again. So I do the next best thing I head out to the garage and begin dribbling, counting every bounce of the ball... * * * * * I know my reaction was spontaneous, but now I have to wash all that milk off me. Thank goodness it didn't get in my hair. Mulder probably thinks his touch is what startled me, which it was, but in a good way. He managed to hit two of my most sensitive body parts at once, the side of my neck just below my earlobe *and* right above my naval. Oh God, I can feel the wetness between my legs... It only takes me 5 minutes to rinse my body, dry off and slip my thick terry robe around me. Now I can go dig out another pair of pajamas, but when I open the bathroom door. I hear a steady beat. Thump...thump...thump...over and over... I don't even think, I just go into the garage where I find Mulder shooting baskets. I laugh, I mean the backboard and net are only 6 to 8 inches above his head. "Hey! Mulder I didn't know the poles on those things could be lowered that much." I walk over and lean my back against the black pole. Mulder just stares at me. I'm not sure what has come over me, but I bend my leg, propping my foot on the pole. My robe separates slightly giving Mulder a view. "I think I'm ready for that game of 'one-on-one' now. What do you say, Agent Mulder?" Mulder walks up to me putting the ball on the floor between his feet. He takes my hands, stretching them over my head wrapping my palms around the pole. "Keep them there...Scully." My breath is coming quicker. Mulder looks up and down my length once before untying my robe, baring me to his hungry eyes. his hands rest on my hips as his mouth descends to my breast...oh my God...he latches on to my nipple tugging it deep into his mouth. Mulder smiles against my breast upon hearing my moan before moving to the other, his hands have been kneading my hips, his thumbs drawing circles upon my flesh. Another moan escapes me... "Mulder..." I pant. I can't believe I'm letting this happen. His lips are moving down the front of my body, his tongue dipping into my naval...oh...oh god...muldermuldermulder I chant. I'm not sure that was out loud or in my head. All I know is that *Mulder* has my ass in his hands and his face is now jammed in my *crotch* he only licked me once...I think. Ohmygodohmygod, Mulder is sucking on my clit. If I were a car I wouldn't have any paint left on my body. He slips one finger inside of me...He *knows* what he's doing. I can feel his finger bent slightly, stroking inside me...OHHHH SHIT! "That's it Mulder...right *there* Oh God!" My hips surge forward, I can't control myself when Mulder presses and holds his finger inside of me as he tugs *hard* one last time...I'mcomingI'mcomingI'mcoming... "MulderMulderMulder...Oh God...Mulder!" I know I'm still pumping my hips wildly against Mulder's face, he must not mind, the spasms still coursing though me. I manage to focus long enough to look down and see that this whole time Mulder has been sitting on his basketball... * * * * * HOLY SHIT! I have never had *anyone* react like that to a round of oral sex. I sure won't be able to fantasize with those porno whores anymore. Wait a minute maybe I won't ever have to again. Scully I can't wait, I *have* to see that again. I don't give her time to prepare for the next move. I'm not even sure how I pull it off so quickly myself. I yank on the string to my sweats loosening them enough to free my cock. Grabbing Scully's hips firmly I bring her down onto my lap, one arm goes around her waist while the other hand holds my cock in position. "Ohhhhhh...yeeaaahhhh...Scully..." Line it up and sink it in! Damn! Scully is moaning into my neck, her lips sucking at the skin there...I do believe I might have a hickey in the morning...oh yeah... now *how* do I explain that. 'Well you see sir, I was using Scully's curling iron because of this *one* nasty lock of hair. I just couldn't do a *thing* with it.' I chuckle in between groans, thinking about Scully and I 'making out' while *I'm* sitting on my basketball. It's almost an X File, it's definitely a whole new feeling I *like* it. Scully must too since she's riding me like there's no tomorrow. With every rock of her hips my ass kind of rolls with the ball. Forward and back...oh shit...Now she's making these little circles with her hips...man I'm close...*Real* close... "Mulder..." she moans. "I'm, I'm..." Yeah baby I know, come on. I feel her tense, using my right hand I grasp the back of her head pulling her lips to mine. Devouring her mouth like a starving man. My tongue forces its way into hers, I use my other hand to pull her hips more forcefully against mine. Once...Twice...she's coming and moaning into my mouth I accept all she has to give... She breaks free from our kiss her head thrown back. I drop my head tracing my way from the hollow of her throat to her nipple. I suck it deep into my mouth again, her hips are a blur, I think she's either still coming or is going to come again...so am I... "ScullyScullyScullyScully..." I'm there. I feel her walls clamping down on my cock yet again... you have no idea what it feels like. As we are both gradually coming back from out euphoric state I feel something *odd*... *POP*...Holy Shit! I'm lying flat on my back; Scully plastered on my chest, my cock still inside her. Giggling she sits upright reaching back between my legs. Here it comes... She reveals my now defunct basketball. Which she drops unceremoniously onto the floor beside us...Splat! I think maybe I should have it repaired and dipped in bronze. "Mulder...I had no idea you were the type of guy to *abuse* your basketball. The NBA might just want to bring you up on charges... Do you think it's a misdemeanor or a felony?" She smiles at me. I *know* I am grinning back at her, you know the post 'blow-your- mind' kind of sex smile. She traces a finger over my lips, down my neck and chest before she finally chooses to play with my belly button. Her lips are all swollen and red, her skin is flushed a lovely pink color. "So...Mulder is *that* the *official* version or the *Fox Mulder* 'make-it-up-as-you-go-along' version of one-on-one?" "Mine...all the way, baby!" She leans down, her lips just a hairs breadth away from mine. "So what's the score?" she inquires. I smile up at her some more. "Oh I don't know Scully...I'd call it a tie." She kisses me before pulling back and smiling slyly, clenching her pubic muscles...damn I'm hard again. I groan as she starts rolling her hips, slowly. "Well that won't do. I *hate* to lose...care for a *re-match* big boy?" "Oh yeah." I say as my hands find her breasts again. "And after *I* win...maybe I can collect on that video you promised." The End Coming Soon: Arcadia IV: And Rolling! Notes: Sorry if anyone is disappointed in the NC-17 turn of this series but a majority of the feedback wanted a culmination of all the UST. Since I'm not CC I went the way of the Shipper Fans! Again thanks for all the encouragement Title: Arcadia IV: And Rolling! (1/1) Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Classification: H, A, X Rating: R/NC-17 Spoilers: Arcadia, season six Keywords: MSR Archive: Anywhere just drop me a line. Summery: My version of missing scenes. hehe Otherwise known as home movies yeah baby! Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the characters would have more fun. IMHO Authors Notes: Making that video challenge! ARCADIA IV: AND ROLLING (1/1) I do believe I wore my little 'Homey Mulder' out or maybe we just wore each other out. But as I rise from the couch-okay we never *did* make it to the bedroom, my mind is already working on that 'honeymoon video' scenario. Who says Walt Disney World is the only place to make your dreams come true? I know I have to hurry and get everything set up before I take the sample from the fan blade to the lab. So I grab a new tape, put it in the camcorder and scope out the perfect setting. Yes! That's it! I strategically place the camera and then head off to dress for the day. I sure do wonder exactly *how* Mulder is planning to *test* out his theory...on second thought. *No* I don't, I might give myself a headache. I gently kiss Mulder on my way out the door. "Mulder, wake up...I'm leaving." "Mmm...Scully...come here.." He manages to yank me down beside him; his eyelids are at half- mast as he tries to embrace me more fully. He turns sideways a little more, grinding his morning hard-on into my hip. Gee Mulder that happen often...God I hope so! "Scu-lee," he whines. "You don't have a skirt on." "Save it for later-Stud." I say as I'm rising. "S-okay," he slurs out managing to slide the puppy-dog eye look right in there. "When are you coming home?" He asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "As soon as I can." I smile down at him. "And Mulder?" I lean back down looking him straight in the eye. "Don't you worry about *that,*" I point to the bulge in his boxers. "I'll take *will* take care of it later on...*trust me.*" "Oooo, Scully-that a promise?" He's definitely awake *now.* I give him my 'try me' look before I head out the door. * * * * * You now it's just amazing what a round of the most unique not to mention incredible sexual escapade can do for a mans mood. I wonder if I can have a basketball specially made for just that scenario...heavy duty of course...just call me 'Sex Air!' I had done a little digging around in the assorted moving boxes yesterday and I *know* I found the perfect thing for my *test.* Walking outside in my 'JCPenny Catalogue Specials' I firmly plant my lucky pink flamingo in the ground. "Bring It On!" I say with unusual gusto. Man! I'm thirsty, I wonder if Scully got OJ? Yep, she did, my kind of woman. At least I know it won't be outdated. After all I need something *healthy* to keep my *fluids* up...hehe Goddammit! Where's my flamingo? Aargh! Wait a minute! This is *MY* house...er at least for the time being anyway, so therefore *I* can treat it any was I want. HA! Take that! Oh Evil mailbox! You think you're so *tuff*... Hmm...No mud around here, how bout a little OJ in your eye. What do ya think about *that* HUH! Yeah! I'm bad! Man oh man...Sexually active with-a-partner no less Mulder is dingy! All it took was a freestanding basketball net, a basketball and one hot little number named Dana Katherine Scully. Toss those three things together and my analytical mind takes a nosedive...Splash! Right off the deep end... I've been sitting here a little while now, watching the front lawn. I chug some OJ...*slob* I drip some down my chin maybe I need a bib? Maybe I should whistle... I think I have to piss...no *I* can hold it no problem... Damn...is that all the *later* it is? How many times can I sing 'How Dry I Am?' I *really* think I need to *feel* the music... Let's see, what time is it now...hmm...okay I *know* I have to piss now...might as well whistle some more... Maybe tapping my foot will help... Just great *now* my ass is asleep too...better shift a bit... Didn't help...Well-I *do* have this *empty* OJ carton...if I just open it all the way up...Nope I just *can't* do it... I've *got* to go...I'll be *really* fast... Shitshitshit! I just *knew* I shouldn't have taken the extra second to 'put the toilet seat' down! I could have *had* the 'phantom we-want-you-to-conform police.' Guess I'll just have to think of something else. * * * * * I pull into the driveway with my 'shopping bag' of results *and* a little something extra-for later. Did the garage door just close? I could have sworn it was open when I turned up the street. Inside I call out to Mulder. I know I heard something, instinct causes me to reach for my gun. Aargh! I absolutely *HATE* not being able to wear it while we're undercover. I'll need something for protection until I get to where my guns hidden. Looking around the room...guess this will have to do. Maybe I'll suggest to the bureau that the 'fireplace poker' should be included in the weapon training course. Although with *my* luck I'd be the only one in the class. I *know* someone is in the house, I hope it's Mulder and if it *is* and he's trying to scare me I just *might* hit him with it anyway. Ever since Christmas I *still* shudder every time I know he's going to 'whip out' his flashlight. There it is again...ready... I've got both hands around the poker and my back pressed flat as I can against the wall, making my way down the steps. I'm just a little on edge here... I hear it...somebodyscomingsomebodyscoming... I draw in a breath...NOW! "I'm...sorry, Mulder," I manage to get out. My breath ragged. He handles the fact I almost permanently embedded a fireplace poker in his skull with his usual casualness...He's on the hunt now; his mind totally focused on the events of today. We trade facts and theories. Mulder of course, thinks it's a *something* instead of someone-why am I *not* surprised. I can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to process the information we have. What if the Kline's *are* buried in the front yard. "Mulder, I'm doing to take a quick shower." I tell him, also giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I turn away. "Want some help...er, with your back, of course?" He leers. "Not tonight Mulder...you just put that brain of yours to work and figure out a way to dig up the front yard...Without blowing our cover, please. And later on...well *I* do have a little something in mind." I finish up, the intent *very* clear. * * * * * Hmm...I wonder what Scully's little something is? Well if I want to find out...back to the problem at hand. How *do* I get a backhoe out here to dig up the yard? Sitting down I get out the *Bible* of Arcadia and begin my search. I am vaguely aware of Scully coming down the stairs, whoa, how long have I been reading? I get up and head towards the steps. "Hey Scully," I call out. "I think I found the perfect solu..." Oh My God! I've died and gone to heaven, can I stay here forever? Huh? Can I? Pleasepleaseplease...pleeeaaasssee. "Tion..." I somehow manage to finish that word. Scully's on the bottom step, which put her perfect breasts right at lip-level, AH-OO-GAH! Is that a foghorn I hear blowing? I just know my mouth is hanging open, she grabs the CCR out of my hand and tosses it over the banister. I reach for her, but she shakes her head, *now* my curiosity as well as my cock is peaked. "Take off your clothes." She whispers in my ear before she goes over to the stereo and turns on some very slinky music. I comply leaving on only my dark blue silk boxers. I'm still standing where she left me. She turns around. "Mmm...you look good enough to eat," she says, licking her lips. "Well, point of fact, Agent Scully. I already *know* you are." She blushes slightly, and then she walks over to me placing her cool hands up high on my chest. Pushing me back onto the steps...Kinky Scully...thank God they're carpeted...but then again-ouch, rug burn doesn't feel very good... I feel her tongue licking around my belly button and the waistband of my boxers, her hands resting on my thighs. Okay, okay I don't care *where* I might get rug burn. I take it back; this feels so gooood... "Scu-lee," I moan, my body is quaking. I try reaching for her again; she lifts her head and steps away. "Uh-uh Mulder. Stay there, I don't *think* you want me to handcuff you to the banister...or do you?" "Okay Scully...I'll be good, tell me what you want?" She takes another step back, beginning to move her body to the rhythm of the music, running her hands over her breasts, caressing. My cock is twitching now; I can't help myself as my hand strays south. "That's it...Mulder," she croons. "I want to watch *you* watching me...yeah...like that..." My hand is working my cock as Scully continues her dance. "I'm watching Scully. Believe me I'm watching." * * * * * I knew I had chosen well when I made Mulder speechless yet again, it's not an easy thing to do. I have on a dark blue liquid silk chemise that just barely grazes me mid-thigh with thin straps that show off my shoulders gracefully. Mulder likes my shoulders, I wonder if he'll like the skimpy blue underwear too...no doubt. I continue my dance, my hands sliding all over my body, my hips circle to the beat of the music...I'm getting *hot* my own body responding to my touch and Mulder's stroking of his own body. I notice his erection is fully extended his hand stroking much quicker than before... "Scully...please...I want you..." He pants in between groans. "Soon, Mulder...soon," I reply. I can see the drops of pre-cum appear at the tip of his penis, I step forward, can he see the hunger in my eyes... "Don't move," I caution. I hear Mulder inhale deeply as my tongue slips out to taste the fluid before circling the head and taking him into my mouth. His hand are limp resting on the steps, I use the tip of my finger to trace the vein bulging on the underside of his penis. Whoa! I guess *that* move is why I now find myself with our positions reversed, only I'm now on my hands and knees. Mulder presses his chest up against my back, his hands squeezing my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples. "Not fair Scully..." He hisses. "You do *know* there is a penalty for *foul-play.*" * * * * * I dip my head sucking the tender skin at the point where Scully's neck and shoulder meet my teeth just grazing lightly. I feel her arch beneath me like a cat. Hmm...my little kitty-cat Scully... "What...penalty?" She gasps. I run my hands up the front of her thighs, cupping my hands around them spreading her legs further apart. My fingers stray to the scrap of silk keeping me away from where my cock wants to be. Oh Scully I *really* don't think you'll be needing these anymore, so I viciously tear the underwear from her. She's now quaking beneath me, I toss the ruined underwear in front of her face they land one step above her head. "This..." I whisper into her ear. She moans. With one quick thrust I've buried my cock inside her tight, wet depths. My fingers tug on her clit at the end of the motion. "UH...oh, God," she grunts, her head thrown back, her hips jerking in response to the sudden climax at my invasion. Christ, Scully is sensitive. My God that was so powerful she almost caused me to follow her over the edge, she's so tight to start with and then I can still feel her contractions pulling at my cock. Gritting my teeth I pull back and thrust again, she locks her elbows and pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust. We are both moaning almost non-stop, ScullyScullyScully...and she's repeating my name over and over and over like some kind of mantra she's just learned. My hands are gripping her so tight I hope I don't leave bruises. I'm getting close... I put one hand beside hers on the top step; my right arm goes around her waist, my strokes shorter and faster. I can't hold out much longer... "Scu...lee.." I groan as I explode inside her. My chest is heaving as I pull out and flip Scully onto her back. I have to taste us. My thumbs pry apart her outer lips, I see her slit reddened and engorged. I'm not sure why, but I purse my lips and blow air over the nub, her hips jerk as the orgasm engulfs her. My lips fasten onto her-sucking-drawing out the waves... * * * * * My body betrays me. I can't control the feelings and pulses rolling through me from Mulder and his magic tongue. I grope blindly for his head, pulling him up into a kiss, tasting our combined flavor, savoring it. We lie there trying to regain our senses. I grin at him as I get up and walk over the where I had hidden the camera. "Scully?" he asks bemusedly. Popping the tape out I hold it up for him to see. His eyes widen so much I almost wonder if they're going to pop right out of their sockets. "So, Mulder...which one of us gets to screen this for bloopers?" "Give me *that.*" he growls before leaping at me. I dodge away from him, laughing. "Come here." I'm running, maybe I can make it to the bedroom tonight, I scream just as Mulder tackles me and we land on the couch...Oh well... The End Title: Arcadia V: Endnotes! (1/1) Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Classification: X, A, H Rating: R/NC-17? Spoilers: Arcadia, season six, pilot Keywords: MSR Archive: Anywhere just drop me a note. That way I can visit and feel important. hehe Summery: My version of missing scenes. Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the characters would have more fun. IMHO Authors Notes: It's been one hell of a ride, but all bad/good things must come to an end and this is it. This is not near as funny, as the previous four sections, but I hope it meets with everyone's approval. Thank you and goodnight! ARCADIA V: ENDNOTES (1/1) In my line of work I've come to realize emotions can manifest themselves in a myriad of ways. Happiness, sadness, anger, fear...love...I *wish* it was *love* that had driven me or even in the very least lust. But I know it wasn't. It was *fear*. Scully was standing there staring at me, my feet still covered in dirt and probably hundreds of other things I don't want to think about. "Mulder...I called the local PD and the FBI, they're on the way here...it shouldn't be too long now." Her voice seemed to lift me from the haze I had fallen into. In three steps I had her by the elbow and was dragging her inside, closing the door, muffling any protest with my lips against hers. My tongue invaded her mouth stroking, plundering. Scully's body was tense; I pulled back my chest heaving, my forehead resting on the cold wood of the door. I felt her small hand reach up to my cheek, her fingertips following the path of a tear that had escaped without my knowledge or consent. Scully must have sensed a need within me that I, myself, couldn't express in mere words. She gently nuzzled my neck, her lips soft and warm, her hands swiftly journeying to free my erection, my own hands moving just as quickly to divest her of her slacks. There were no words, not even moaning as I entered her, my eyes locked on hers. My God, Scully! Are you or have you always been so wet? So ready for me to become one with you? I kiss her again, deeply...our breath mingling...quickening. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know we don't have much time, before the authorities arrive on the scene. My pace increases, I'm pounding into her so hard I'm afraid the door will crack under the pressure. Every thrust is a thought... I want you... I need you... I trust you... I *love* you... My climax overtakes me just as the first contraction from Scully's own orgasm descends upon her. I feel such a loss as I slip form within her; we were one, now we are two again. She slips from my arms and heads to the bathroom. I pull my jeans up carefully around my still semi-hard cock, making myself as presentable as possible. Fear is an emotion I've become very accustomed to over the last six years. Guilt and anger were my intimate friends, but fear... *fear* made its appearance when I acknowledged that Scully was my tether to humanity. Before she entered my life I was standing on the edge, one wrong step and the abyss would have claimed me forever and no one would have noticed. I have had other lovers, but this was the first time that *fear* became an aphrodisiac to me. Fear and guilt over treating this case so flippantly...and then...Scully had been in danger. She could have been killed by the 'Tulpa' because of my ignorance of the situation. The unspoken bond between us *still* remains. I know that now. Scully *knew*-she knew without me telling her. Now that we have moved our relationship to a higher more physical level, she knew. I needed to touch her, to feel her surrounding me, accepting *my* flesh into hers. I needed to experience *her* life and offer her everything I have to give. It's almost surreal that *this* case which could have further distanced us *is* the one that made us come together in more ways than one. I'm sure things won't be easy for us...nothing between the two of us has *ever* been, so I'm not expecting miracles. Scully is walking towards me. I see my grandmother's rings glittering as she casually smoothes her hair down. My grandmother was wise, she was right. I *knew* the day I placed the rings on Scully's finger. Maybe I have always known. How *do* I tell her that I want her to *keep* that ring on her finger? That I want everyone to know that she *is* mine. Yet it can never be...I wish there was a way... * * * * * Well the case is over, Mulder and I have one final night in this house where we discovered each other. I am saddened yet I am not *this* is not the life I want and I'm discovering it's not what I need. What I *need* Mulder gave to me last night... After the police and the FBI personnel left Mulder and I found ourselves on the couch, big surprise huh. I straddled his firm buttocks giving him a massage before he leaned back into me. I kept playing with his hair, feeling the silky strands under my fingertips. We didn't make love. We didn't have sex. We didn't fuck. We comforted, we soothed...we talked. I held him until he grabbed my left hand, running his thumbs over the rings still there. "Mulder...tell me about the rings?" I softly ask. "Scully...how?" He tilts his head up looking in my eyes. "Mulder, I've been in your safe before. *And* Skinner contacted me demanding to know *why* you didn't get any rings from the evidence room." Mulder tries to move away, but I stop him, my voice in his ear. "I told him we got cheap rings at K-Mart it wasn't a big deal." Mulder chuckles lightly. "Tell me...Mulder..." I implore. "They were my grandparents, the Mulders. Scully until I met you...my grandmother was the *only* person who *trusted* me, who cared and loved me unconditionally," he paused putting a finger to my lips, keeping me from speaking. "I love you, Scully...I don't expect you to tell me you feel the same. Because I *know* you do...this case, this house, brought you *to* me." He kisses my hand gently. "I don't want you to take these rings off..." His voice has dropped to a whisper, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. "It has taken most of my life, but those rings have finally found where they belong..." Tears are threatening to spill from my own eyes as well. "Scully? I *need* to know something. When the day comes that you can say the words...when you can tell me you feel the same about me as I do you. Will you accept these rings...forever?" I take a breath my voice is low. "Mulder...I *want* to say yes, but...many things and *people* have and will come between us...I mean we just got the X Files back." "So was this just a one time thing, Scully?" He asks angrily. I let him go he turns to face me. "No, no Mulder I don't regret this and I *don't* want to go back. But we *still* have things to do, we *still* need to find Samantha...Mulder? We live with danger everyday of our lives... either one of us could be killed tomorrow." The pain is evident in his face I know he is thinking about New York, about not being there. I put my finger under his chin, forcing him to look in my eyes. "Mulder *I* don't need anymore time. As far as I'm concerned... *forever* began the minute I walked in the door and set eyes on the "FBI's Most Unwanted." Mulder's crying openly now, I pull him closer, my fingers swiping at the tears coursing down his cheeks. "I love *you*, Fox Mulder..." I tell him, ending with a kiss that seems to go on and on... * * * * * We decided that we will wear *our* rings in private...for now. Hopefully someday we can let the world know of our secret commitment. Mulder and I spent the following day in San Diego. I did the autopsy on Mr. Gogolak and Mulder went shopping. He said he had something special planned for our final night in the house. Around Midnight Mulder handed me a dress...a stretchy *black mini dress* with a scooped neckline. "No underwear, Scully...none at all," he told me, adding a leer. So there I am. Black dress on, standing out at the edge of *our* driveway watching Mulder run down the street. He stopped at every mailbox, but I couldn't make out what he was doing. He made his way back up the street in a similar manner. Popping the hatch of the mini-van Mulder deposits me inside before climbing in and closing the door. Next thing I know is he is on his back and pulling the cargo cover over us. Mulder then maneuvers me over him. Yep, there we are, two thirty something adults performing fellatio on each other in a bureau mini-van parked in the driveway of a house where we were undercover. And enjoying it immensely. I want to laugh I really do, but my mouth is otherwise engaged, my oh my *what* would the neighbors think? I've lost track of the number of orgasms Mulder has subjected me to...God will I ever get enough of this man. "Scully! Stop!" Mulder shove my body around, even in this tight space he manages to get me just where he wants me. I slide slowly down onto him as he pulls at the neckline of my dress, freeing my breasts to his hands and mouth... * * * * * "You ready to go, Scully?" Mulder asks, halting my daydreams. "Yeah-let's go, Mulder." We head out to the mini-van; I laugh as Mulder tries to straighten the mailbox. Getting in he turns to me; "Make sure you take a *good* look at what we're leaving behind." He states with a toothy grin. Uh-oh. Mulder pulls out heading down the street, do I *really* want to look back? Or is it better not knowing? "Mulder!" I exclaim, before I start to laugh so hard I can't catch my breath. I can't believe it... "I *just* wanted to leave them something to remember us by..." I continue laughing, Mulder joins me, it is a good feeling us sharing a laugh. I look once again to see a neon green letter X spray painted on each and every mailbox... The END (Totally) Endnotes: Thanks again. The lights dim...and Elvis has left the building. Goodnight. 1