Title: Bodice Ripper Author: Trixie Email: scullymulder1121@hotmail.com Archive: Knock yourself out. Rating: It straddles (and I do mean =straddles=) the fine line between R and NC-17. Classification: S, H, MSR Spoilers: Big ones for The Amazing Maleeni Summary: Post ep for Amazing Maleeni; Moose & Squirrel dissect their behavior during the Maleeni case. (Kind of like Bad Blood . . .if Bad Blood aired on HBO . . .) Notes: Um . . . can I blame Sharon & Brandon? Cause they were the ones I had the conversation with . . and then I didn't go to sleep and wrote this early this morning . . . The title is all Brandon and I thank him profusely for it. Extra Thanks: Again, to Brandon, for the =Amazingly= speedy beta. Disclaimer: If =anyone= should be sued for this, it should be whoever decided that DD & GA needed to change clothes a gazillion times during this ep. I had =no= choice but to write this. Dedication: (Cause I felt the headers needed to be longer) To anyone who has ever sent me feedback and not received a reply. I just realized today (I know, I'm bright, aren't I?) that hotmail apparently deletes my mail on occasion. Silly hotmail. ~ =As ever, you were characteristically exuberant.= The motel room door slammed shut loudly as the weight of her back hit it. His mouth covered hers and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. The only light in the room came from the Mini-Mart across the street from the motel. Cracked half open, the blinds offered them little privacy, but he didn't seem to care who might have been watching. His singular goal was their mutual pleasure. Focused on her as he was, triviality such as "they were on a case," and "this definitely constituted a violation of the rules concerning male and female agents consorting in the same motel room while on assignment" had little impact. When he wanted something, he would stop at nothing until he possessed it completely. =Reading romance novels again, Scully?= =I'm ignoring you.= Other minor concerns he could not bother himself with concerned her clothing. In particular, her =favorite= blue blouse he had completely destroyed with his insatiable passion a mere few hours before. That passion reared its not so ugly head again and neatly ripped this newer, if not as treasured, white blouse from her body. Like an animal, his mouth went to her neck, licking and sucking, marking his territory. While not passive, she certainly hadn't parted company with her control to the degree that he had. =That's not how I remember it, and that last sentence doesn't even make sense.= =Shut up. You'll get your turn.= Finally, his big body moved and allowed her to step away from the door. He did not give her any breathing room, though, as his hands once again returned to their ultimate goal: removing the rest of her clothing as quickly as humanly - or, in their line of work, inhumanly - possible. Magicians, twins and parlor tricks were the furthest thing from his mind as he stripped her bare. Added to the pile with the skirt, a very expensive lacy bra she had bought with his tastes in mind- =Scully, believe me, I =appreciated= the hell out of it.= --and even though the bra, and the matching panties/garters/slip set he had yet to see cost =eighty-five= dollars, still, she did nothing to stop his near animalistic mating rituals. His mouth went to her breasts. As he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, she very gently began to undo his belt. His tie came next and she loosened it before disengaging his mouth from her breast long enough to pull it over his head. This pace, apparently, was unacceptable to him. Before she could move to divest him of the rest of his clothing, he began to rip at the material covering his skin with as much force as he'd ripped at hers. Soon, their naked bodies were pressed together and his mouth was working double time on her ear, muttering something about how they only had twenty minutes before their meeting with somebody that had something to do with whatever they were working on . . . =Is somebody getting turned on by oh so very clinically picking apart their version of the last time they had sex?= =I'm not the one with the visible outward betrayal of arousal, Mulder.= =A, I have never pretended to find you anything but, you'll excuse the crude language, delectably fuckable, and two . . .= =Two?= =I didn't really have a two, okay? Just . . . keep going.= =Getting into my "clinical recitation," Mulder?= =No. It's just that the sooner you finish, the sooner I get to defend my more and more tarnished by the millisecond reputation.= His body pressed hers into the mattress, every inch of him covering her- =We weren't on the bed yet and have I mentioned how sexy it is when you go all third person on me?= =Do you want me to finish this or not?= =You're right. I apologize.= He backed her up until her knees hit the edge of the bed. Pushing, she landed against the center of the bed. He followed, his weight settling over her with a few gasps from them both. It was only in this instant that a moment of gentleness overtook him and he ran his fingertips over her features gently for a moment, before once again assuming his attack on her senses. =It's good to know I'm not a total brute.= =Never, Mulder.= Short on time, as he'd mentioned earlier, there was little time for the care he =normally= took at this moment. His hands moved to her thighs and he pushed her legs back until he could hook them over his shoulders. His mouth found hers again and his tongue began sweeping over her lips and teeth as he slipped inside her. The pace was fast, hard and frenzied. Both his hands were planted on the outside of her head to give him more leverage. It was over much sooner than she would have liked, although she wasn't unsatisfied in the least. =Really? You're not unsatisfied in the least when it's over that fast?= =No. It's still good, Mulder. I just wish I could have you inside me a little longer than a quickie allows.= =Ohhh, no fair. If you think you're going to keep me from getting my licks in, you've got another thing coming.= =Mulder, even for you, there were a lot of double entendres in that sentence.= =Are you done with your story or not?= =Almost.= He took the time to kiss her for almost a minute before he rolled off the bed. It was his room, so he dressed quickly and left her alone on the bed, still trying to catch her breath. His damnable boundless energy was beginning to tick her off. Not to mention the fact that his single-minded focus seemed to be once again single-mindedly focused on the case at hand. He was mumbling about magicians and theories and hands being quicker than eyes. He also passed over her ruined blouse and bra with barely a glance. It was only after she picked them up and plopped them into his lap with a pointed look that he grinned rakishly- =Rakishly? Is that a romance novel word?= --and responded by apologizing =insincerely= with a "sorry about your blouse, Scully." =That was an entertaining work of fiction, Scully. You have a gift.= =So what's your story, tough guy.= A frenzy of hormones after trying not to look down his partner's blouse all day, he entered the motel room with only the thought of grabbing those notes and heading over to the bar to meet with Labonge on his mind. His partner, however, had been giving him suggestive looks from the moment they got within spitting distance of the motel. She walked to the table in the corner and quickly located his notes. Obviously satisfied they wouldn't have to waste valuable time =hunting= for them, she set about to spend their few spare moments more creatively. Her blazer went first, then she approached him, a predatory smile in her azure blue eyes. =You think my eyes are azure?= =Well, no. But I remember thinking that at the time. Your eyes are more like . . . uh . . . blue.= =Blue?= =Blue. You know . . . pretty. And blue.= =Pretty and blue.= =Aw, come on, Scully, I'm thinking about sex here. I'll compose a sonnet describing the beauty in your eyes later.= =I'll hold you to that.= =Promises, promises . . . = Circling him like a cat circling a mouse, she chose his tie first. Always a favorite way to flirt with him in public, she undid the knot and slid it off his neck slowly. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone with a deft flick of her wrist, and her mouth pressed against his throat, sucking at the pulse there that suddenly was beating double time. Her hands wandered lower, smoothing over his chest and torso a few times before heading south. She cupped him through his suit pants, then moved to his belt, removing it with a one-handed trick he =also= really wanted her to reveal the secrets of . . . =I told you, Mulder. It's--= =Magic. Yeah, I know. You're a tease, Scully.= =Teases don't do things like this, Mulder.= =Jesus . . . Scully, don't =do= that while I'm trying to defend my flawless character.= =You're right. I apologize.= =You're very mean when you mock me.= Soon, the bothersome clothing separating them annoyed the horny, redheaded Goddess- =I'll ignore horny since you added Goddess= --and she simply ripped the front of his shirt, buttons scattering everywhere. She pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses along his chest, paying special attention to his nipples and that little spot along his ribcage that was so sensitive to the touch. The way her mouth moved over his chest was indescribable. It was like she was everywhere at once. At the same time, her hands were making short work of his pants. She whipped him into such a frenzy that he would have done anything she asked. His hands wandered to her blouse, but he was so worked up that his fingers were ineffectual when put to the test. "Just rip it, Mulder," she ordered around a mouth of his flesh. =Like =hell= I told you to rip my favorite blouse!= =Did I not give you a chance to tell your story?= =With a billion interruptions.= =It does not become the scientist to embellish the simple facts.= =You do realize you're going to pay for all this.= =I can't wait.= Her ruined blouse fell at their feet, soon followed by his shirt, her bra and her panties. Using a trick she must have learned in some Academy class they didn't let the men take, she pulled his legs out from under him with one of hers and sent them both crashing to the floor. Stunned, he could only watch as she pounced on him, her skirt riding up around her hips as she straddled his waist. =Oh for the love of . . . = Digging her nails into his chest, a feral grin on her face, she slowly raked them down his body- =That isn't even me, Mulder.= =Scully, can I show you the distinct nail marks that blaze a very specific trail down my chest?= =. . . . . = --until she reached the button on his pants. She undid it quickly and slipped the zipper on his fly down. Grasping the fabric of his pants and boxers in the same handful, she shoved them down his hips just far enough for his erection to spring free. Taking him in hand, she stroked him for a moment, just so she could watch his eyes roll back into his head, then sank down on him with one smooth stroke. She began to ride him, wild as she tossed her head back, looking more alive than he'd thought possible. Her weight supported by the hands she rested against his chest, her rhythm was hard and slow, as though they had all the time in the world. After a few minutes, his hands idly stroking her hips as he enjoyed the =very= enjoyable sensations- =He enjoyed the enjoyable sensations? Imagine that.= --she began to speak. "It has to be more than a simple magic trick. Maybe . . . maybe Maleeni was . . ." =I did =not= do that!= =Scully, I was there. It was very traumatizing to find that you were so easily able to disregard what was going on--= =Mulder, I did not start talking about a case while I was making love to you. I don't . . . I can't think that clearly when we're together like that. And wipe that stupid grin off your face.= =I don't know what to tell you, Scully. Maybe you don't realize what you're saying when we make love. But I can promise you, that wasn't the first time you started working out a case when we were . . . copulating.= =. . . .= =Scully . . . come on, Scully . . . I don't mind. I promise, I even find it a little . . . sexy. I've always been aroused by your mind, this little . . . quirk of yours is a natural extension of that.= =Don't you have a story to finish?= =Scuuulleee . . .= =Mulder.= =Fine.= He came, she came, they screamed each other's names in ecstasy, got dressed, caught the bad guys red handed, kept electronic funds safe, hopped on the first plane back to DC, beelined it back to his place, got into a HUGE argument about why neither of them was able to salvage a single shirt the entire trip and decided it would be best if they re-constructed the trip from each of their points of view. =One, that is way too big a mouthful, Mulder--= =You never complained it was too big a mouthful before--= =TWO -- you forgot to mention that the argument got started because as soon as we stepped foot inside your apartment, you began ripping at my clothes again--= =You were the one who nearly choked me in your effort to rip my tie off over my head.= =And =three= . . . Three . . .= =Three?= =Your story didn't really end like that until you thought I was upset and you started to comfort me! And how the hell did we get in your bedroom, anyway?= =You walk and rant when you're angry. Scully, are you pissed at me because I didn't finish my version of our recent sexual activities in Los Angeles?= =No. Yes. I don't know. I guess . . .= =Scully. Don't hide from me.= =I love your voice. I didn't realize how much until it was scraping over my nerve endings like that, irritating me and . . .= =After you eighty-sixed the postulating on our current case, you gave me your full attention. You pulled my lower lip between your teeth and nibbled with the most exquisitely perfect amount of pressure.= =You started to run your hands up my body, to my breasts. Your palms covered them and you held me the way you always do, as though I were something precious to you. I felt so very precious in that moment.= =You are. And I ached to touch every inch of your body and all I could see was your eyes, those beautiful blue eyes I know aren't azure, but seem like home to me every time I look at them. And they're very, very pretty.= =Mulder . . . = =What?= =Finish the story. Quick.= =Why quick?= =So you can kiss me.= =I came, you came, and we lived happily ever after.= Fini Feed me, Seymour, feed me . . .