Title: The Elevator Challenge (1/1)
Author: Adrienne < davephile@yahoo.com > 
Date: Aug. 13, 2008
Rating: R
Spoilers: Bad Blood
Classification: MSR, Missing scene
Keywords: Mulder/Scully
Archive: Anywhere, in its entirety
Summary: Mulder, Scully, quick elevator ride.
Disclaimer: I Want To Believe Mulder and Scully are my minions of 
sexing, but they're not. They belong to The Others.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is set at the end of Bad Blood, but it could 
happen anytime! And I'm sure it did, every single day. Seriously, 
just some sexy fluff. I just needed to do a little PWP (Porn 
Without Plot) to recover from my recent angst fest.
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Mulder's hand is on her ass before she punches the button next to 
"B."

The elevator doors close as Scully turns to him. She eyes his 
lanky body leaning oh-so-arrogantly against the side of the 
elevator. His smirk tells all. She squares off against him, 
looking up at him. Her eyebrow arches--innocence until the corner 
of her mouth rises into a smile.

"That was quite the performance you put on in there," she says. 
She yanks on his tie and pulls him down to her level--he stoops 
to her and their mouths meet in a frenzy. Her tongue battles his 
tongue, always a struggle for a leg up, for pole position, that 
tantalizing feeling of domination over the other.

"Hmm, I think you wish I had buck teeth." His hands push up her 
skirt, sliding over the soft curve of her ass in barely-there 
panties. His fingers dig into skin as he pulls her against him. 
"I hate it when you wear pantyhose."

"I hate it when you wear pants." She rubs her body against his 
hardness and bites his neck. He growls and hikes her up, her legs 
locking around his hips as he turns and knocks her against the 
cold steel elevator wall.

"Jesus, Mulder...you'd better hope no one..." He thrusts between 
her legs, groaning at the heat as she grinds against him. She 
moans in delight and pulls on his hair, kissing him again, 
sucking his tongue. He hums against her mouth and pulls away, 
pressing his face into her neck.

"We were drugged," he mutters against her ear, voice low as a 
whisper. He slides a palm against her breast. "And if it were up 
to me, I'd fuck you right here."

He gives her another hard thrust. Her hips hit the wall with a 
thud. They look into each others' eyes, a sensual haze, 
imagination taking flight where reality makes its last stop. Her 
legs slide down his. She breathes a long sigh of disappointment. 
She pulls her skirt back down and rakes her fingers through her 
hair, her cheeks flushed.

The elevator doors open to the basement. She drags her 
fingernails over the front of his pants and walks away from him. 
He follows her, the beta partner for now, anticipating the next 
challenge.

End.
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