From: FoxNDana2 Date: 12 Feb 1999 16:08:51 GMT Subject: NEW!:"One Hour" (1/1),NC-17,MSR Feb. 5,1999 Title: "One Hour" E-mail: FoxNDana2@aol.com Author: Chris C. Rating: NC-17/R Keywords: MSR Category: Smut and Soap! Spoilers: Well, a "pre-post-ep". I know there's a shower scene coming up in one of the next few episodes, but I'm not sure which one. I'll add the spoiler title once I know it! J And one small reference to the pilot. Archive: Anywhere!! As long as my info stays attached. Just drop me a line and send me an invitation to visit! Disclaimers: Yeah, we all know who's got 'em, and it ain't ME!!! Feedback:GOD YES!!! Don't make me beg! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Dammit, Diana, I said NO!" Mulder screamed through the protective glass. "Fox, you don't have a choice! You should have listened to me in the first place. I warned you about the contamination factor, but you went anyway and took HER with you!" Diana spat back. "This isn't proper procedure and you know it," Mulder hissed at her, a last attempt to get him and Scully out of this situation. "*YOU* are quoting proper procedure to *ME*?" Diana made a huffing, laughter sound. "Since when do you follow proper procedure??" Her anger was growing steadily, and Mulder was facing the brunt of it. "Besides, since you both seemed to have no problem getting *contaminated* together, then you shouldn't have any problem being DECONTAMINATED together!" She turned on her heels and began to walk away. When she reached the outer chamber and the security door was locked, she turned and spoke into the microphone that would project her voice into the changing area of the decontamination unit. "You have about ten minutes before those chemicals saturate your clothing and start on your flesh. Remove ALL clothing and put them into the incinerator bin. When you finish, there will be clean, sterile clothes waiting for you on the other side of the unit. You may not leave the shower area until you hear the buzzer sound, verifying the sterility of the environment. This should take forty to forty-five minutes under the spray. You have exactly one hour starting-Now." Diana Fowley was livid. She knew Mulder would never trust her again.She all but sent him and Scully right into that death trap. Not that it really mattered to her anymore. She hadn't had *real* feelings for Mulder in years. He was merely a body that she had enjoyed many times in the past. Trying to rekindle the embers of their lost love wasn't on her agenda. Since Diana's return to the X-Files, she was following orders from Them. She was to keep Mulder in check and work a gorge of mistrust in between the duo. Even Diana noticed the sexual tension between Scully and Mulder, from the moment she walked into their office. So she deduced that the best way to get between them was to get Mulder between the sheets, with her. When all her attempts failed, Diana had tried to simply send them straight into a physical nightmare. The only problem now, was that Mulder knew she was behind it. The only thing stopping him from turning her in to their superiors was Mulder's contempt for the chain of command they were under, and knowing that They would turn everything around on him and Fowley would remain unscathed. And still in charge of the X-Files. She knew that Mulder and Scully could very well go through the decontamination process separately, but this seemed to be more fun. She had found that, no matter what had happened to Mulder and Scully in the past, neither of them would ever make a move on the other. Diana decided to use this opportunity to humiliate Mulder in front of Scully, and vice versa. If he wouldn't give in to sleeping with Diana, then she was dead set on making him suffer the humiliating experience of showering with the one he desired most, but could never have. It would be her sweet revenge for being jilted by her ex-lover. Scully sat, with her gaze on the floor, perched on the edge of the changing bench in the fore room of the decon-unit. She had been listening to Mulder and Fowley argue for the last ten minutes. She'd had an idea of what Fowley was doing, and knew that there was no chance in hell that they could get out of this. So she sat there, trying to figure out how to shower with Mulder and still keep their dignity intact. More importantly, she was trying to figure out how to hide her arousal at the thought of what was about to happen. Scully had fantasized so many times about this scenario. Mulder. Shower. Complete privacy. There was no way that these showers were bugged or had surveillance cameras. She was certain of this. Now she had to spend the next hour trying to ignore her living fantasy. < God, I don't think I can do this! > she thought to herself. "Dammit! I can't believe she's making us do this! Scully, I'm sorry I dragged you along, I should've-" "Mulder," she interrupted, rubbing her still stinging eyes, "this isn't going to help. We both went. I wasn't held at gunpoint. It was as much my fault as yours," she told him in a quiet voice. Mulder was pacing in the small area, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He didn't want to look her in the eye. His vision was still a little blurry, but he could see Scully perfectly. He could see her perfectly even when she wasn't around. He knew that looking at her face now, knowing that he'd be standing naked with her for the next hour, would make his 'little problem' into a 'bigger problem.' Mulder slumped down next to Scully on the bench, still averting his eyes, wondering how he was going to hide his imminent arousal. "So..." he began, but was unable to think of what to say next. "So," Scully echoed. They sat there in silence for what seemed to be an eternity, which actually took only a few seconds. Their eyes were still inspecting the tiles at their feet. Scully knew she had to think about this rationally, with clinical detachment. They were just bodies, nothing she hadn't seen a thousand times before. Just hair and skin. Just bodies cleansing their skin. Just water and soap. And skin. Mulder-wet-.skin- chest...wet-soapy-glistening-slick-shoulders-back-ass... < Oh shit! > she thought as she dropped her head further, resting her chin on her chest. She decided to just dive in and try to ignore the tingling feeling arising low in her stomach. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air, and courage. She stood and spun to face Mulder, expelling her strength and courage into her next words. "Look Mulder, lets just do this and get it over with. The longer we sit here the worse it's going to be. We're both adults, and it's not like we haven't seen a naked body before." She was beginning to ramble. She knew it. But it was either that or have to face her fantasy dead on. Taking a quick glimpse in Mulder's direction, Scully summoned all of her strength, turned around, and began to undo the buttons of her jacket. She slid it down her arms, catching it on her fingertips. She tossed the jacket behind her, and began to loosen her belt. Unknowingly, her jacket landed in Mulder's hands. He'd been trying to think of this situation the way Scully had said. Mulder had just leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, with his hands clasped together. He was trying to think of anything that would turn him off for the next hour, but nothing was working. He lifted his head to say something, when he caught sight of Scully's jacket sliding from her back. Then before he could peel his eyes away, it landed right in his outstretched hands. He could smell her perfume. It didn't help his predicament. Still staring at the backside of his partner, he watched as she slipped her belt from her pants in one slow, agonizingly sexy tug. She let it drop at her feet, then kicked of her shoes. Scully hesitated briefly, then began to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse. One more pause, then she slid it down her arms, the same as she'd done with her jacket. Again, she caught the garment with her fingertips. Instead of tossing it behind her, Scully brought it in front of her, and folded it in half, in front of her chest. Mulder had been unable to look away from the sight in front of him. When he saw Scully pause after taking her blouse off, he forced himself to stand and turnaround. He didn't want her to catch him ogling her as she did her little striptease. He laid her jacket on the bench they had occupied. Mulder took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to mimic Scully's routine. He removed his jacket, placing it on top of hers. He chuckled a little as he thought of how he wished they were both still in those jackets and in that position. Mulder was undoing his tie when he heard Scully. "What?" he asked her. "I said 'what's so funny?' " she wanted to know. "Oh, uh, I was just thinking that I'm glad I didn't really like this suit that much anyway," he told her with a grin, proud of himself for coming up with a lie so quickly. He kicked his shoes off and pulled each sock off, laying them on top of the jackets. "Oh, yeah. I didn't care for that tie too much myself," Scully said teasingly. At least the mood was lightening up a bit. Mulder pulled off his shirt, adding it to their growing pile, and began to tug his belt off. Scully had tosses her own shirt and belt in the lot. They continued to toss chides back and forth, keeping their minds occupied. "You know that suit of yours isn't to flattering either Scully," he said as he slipped his pants off and stepped out of them. "Are you trying to tell me something Mulder?" she said in mock anger. Scully let her pants fall to the floor. She pulled her pantyhose down and stepped out of both of them at the same time. She bent to pick them up. "I mean I know I gained a little weight sitting behind a desk doing background checks, but I didn't think I looked that-" she turned to throw her pants toward the pile and caught sight of Mulder standing there in nothing but his boxers. Black. Silk. Boxers. "-bad," she managed to finish. Mulder heard her pause and turned to see what was wrong. As he did, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open, gazing at the beautiful, slim form of his partner. Wearing only a thin, white satin bra and matching tiny panties. Finally he found his tongue and said the first thing that popped into his mind. "Your right, you don't look that bad. Not at all." His voice had grown low and husky. Not exactly what he was planning, but he was having trouble keeping control of his voice, among other parts of his anatomy. Before Scully could reply, Mulder grabbed their pile of clothes and stepped through the door adjoining the fore-room to the small area containing the incinerator chute. He shoved the garments through the small opening and quickly shed his boxers. Scully stood for a moment, staring at the space Mulder had just occupied. She blinked a couple of times and turned, slowly walking into the next chamber. She came through the door just in time to see Mulder toss his boxers down the chute, and walk, bare-assed, away from her into the shower area. She was extremely glad he didn't look back because her jaw had actually dropped at the sight before her. She had to physically shake her head to break up the barrage of images long enough for her to shed her last two remaining articles and send them on their final farewell. Scully paused, only briefly, at the door, knowing her ten minutes were almost up. She could hear the water running as she took a deep, steadying breath and stepped into the shower area. She had to give Mulder a little credit. He was facing away from the entry door, trying to give them both a little dignity in this uncomfortable situation. There were three jets emitting a steady hard spray of de-ionized water. Two came from the side walls of the narrow shower, the third from the back wall, about two feet from the flat exit door. Mulder was standing under the third. Scully stepped under the stream of the jet to Mulder's left. There was a small caddy in the corner between them containing all the cleansing agents they would need. They were close enough to feel the spray bouncing off each other's bodies. "Hey partner. Lovely day for a shower isn't it," he quipped. "Yes it is," she answered. Under her breath she added, "I just wish it were under different circumstances." "Oh really?" he said in a suggestive tone. "What 'different circumstances' would that be Agent Scully?" < Shit! I didn't mean for that to come out that loud > she chided herself. < What now Miss Brilliance?? Ah, screw it! How many times am I going to get to shower with Mulder anyway? > "I, uh, was just thinking that anytime I envisioned us showering together, I imagined it to be under more-pleasant circumstances," she said, hesitating slightly between the last two words. Mulder was loving every minute of this. "So Scully," he said matter-of-factly," how many times have you envisioned this scenario? You know, just a ball park figure." He reached for the shampoo, poured some into his hand, and held the bottle behind him, nudging Scully's arm for her to take it. "Oh come on, Mulder. We've been partners for over six years. I've spent more nights sleeping next to you in cars, planes, buses and in side by side motel rooms, than I have with just about any man I've ever dated. You can't possibly tell me that that thought hasn't crept into your mind once or twice can you?" Since Scully dared to admit this little nugget of information to him, Mulder felt inclined to answer her with the truth, this time. "Well, yeah, maybe once or twice," he said quietly. OK it was almost the truth. A half-truth. The thought HAD crept into his mind. But it was more like once or twice a day. They both fell silent for a few moments, taking time to rinse their hair and figure out what to say next. They reached towards the caddy at the same time, each grabbing a scrubbing body sponge and stealing a glance at the other. The silence continued for a few minutes as they each lathered up their sponge and began washing. As Scully ran the slick material slowly over her body, she couldn't help but think about Mulder. All those times, in all those motel showers, with Mulder just a few feet away on the other side of the wall. All those times she'd run her soapy hands over her body, imaging they were Mulder's hands, sliding down over her breasts, down over her stomach, down, down- She let out a barely audible "Mmm." "Scully?" Mulder asked with a hint of concern. "Yeah?" she said dreamily, still submerged in her own little fantasy world. Mulder gathered from her tone that she was in no danger of passing out, which was his first thought. It took him only another moment to realize what must be going through Scully's mind. About a half a second later, another part of his body had the same realization. He was used to getting hard-ons around Scully, and he may not have been as conscious of this one, save for the fact he had been washing the appendage in question constantly for the last several minutes. Finally a thought popped in his head. "Scully, would you mind," he paused, "washing my back for me? Just to be thorough?" Scully felt as if an electric current had just passed through her body. She started to decline adamantly, but she couldn't resist the thought of touching Mulder in a shower. "Well, I suppose not, just to be thorough," she echoed. "Thanks. I'm ready whenever you are," he said. Mulder reached behind him, handing his sponge to Scully, then placed both hands in front of him, flat on the wall, with the water spraying his chest. < Oh, my, God > Scully thought as she took a long, hard look at Mulder naked, wet body in front of her. She ran her tongue over her lips, then began to slide the sponge along Mulder's back with firm strokes. She used both hands to scrub the flesh of her partner, one hand holding the sponge, the other reveling in the feel of his hot, soapy skin. Her nails raked over his back a few times, causing a low rumble to come from Mulder's throat. Despite the fact that she was soaking wet, Scully could feel the moisture pooling between her legs with every moan that escaped his lips. Her movements had slowed to more of a caress. She even let her fingers run down his sides, like the guys in college used to do to her during a back massage. She grinned at the memory of the their fingertips coming around her sides just enough to graze the sides of her breasts. Reluctantly, Scully withdrew her hands. "All done," she told him. She turned her back to him so he could turn and rinse off. She reached for her sponge, which she placed back on the caddy, and felt Mulder's hand cover hers. He took it from the caddy and stood directly behind her. She could feel the tip of his erection brush against her back. He leaned forward and softly spoke in her ear. "Your turn," he said in a velvet whisper. Scully stepped slightly to the side to avoid getting sprayed in the face. Slowly she closed her eyes and placed her hands on the wall in front of her. Mulder rinsed out the sponge and applied more soap. He began to rub little circle patterns over Scully's back. Slow and firm. He worked up a good lather and tossed the sponge aside. He used both hands to wash and massage her back, raking his nails across her flesh a few times, as she had done to him. He rubbed her neck, down her shoulders, her arms, back up. His hands were large enough to span across her back and allow his fingertips to roam around and down her sides. His thumbs took turns caressing the tattoo on her lower back. Then he let his hands smooth along the beginning of the swell below the snake. She had begun to moan, and that was having a profound effect on Mulder. As if his dick wasn't hard enough, those sounds she was making under his touch resonated through his body, making it twitch in Scully's direction. She gasped suddenly and tensed as it struck against her. But she quickly relaxed into the caressing hands she had longed for, for too many years. Just then, Mulder slipped his hands around her waist, and began to trace small circles on her stomach. Scully began to tingle everywhere he was touching her. "Mulder?" she questioned, with a mixture of excitement and fear. Knowing she was getting a little nervous, he whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to stop?" His words were laced with concern, love, passion, and desire. To her surprise, and his, Scully answered, "No." He bent his head down, kissing her on the side of her neck. Scully leaned her head to one side, giving him better access and permission to continue. She removed her hands from the wall and placed them on top of Mulder's. He pulled her closer and she leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder. She still kept her eyes closed as she enjoyed her fantasy. She entwined her fingers with his, moving them together flat against her stomach. Scully pulled one hand free and started caressing Mulder's arm before reaching up and behind her to run her fingers through his hair. Mulder slid his free hand down, threading his fingers in and out of her mound of curls. Scully took in a quick breath and felt herself quiver. She had touched herself there many times before, but the hands of a new lover performing the same deed always made her quiver with anticipation. As Mulder continued to suck and nip at her neck, he slid one soap slicked finger between her folds. He stroked her there several times, then let it sing into her wet depths. He stopped moving his finger, just to revel in the silky feel of her walls as she tensed and contracted them around his digit. He was still rubbing circles on her stomach, her hand atop his. Mulder began to mock those circles within Scully. Her breath was coming quicker now. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, let alone one she had been fantasizing about for years. Mulder withdrew his finger, now slick with her juices, and began to slowly and steadily circle it around her clit. Scully's knees buckled slightly, but Mulder's grasp tightened on her stomach, steadying her. "I got you," he whispered into her neck. She was so close to release already. She took both of her hands and snaked them around to massage Mulder's ass. Scully arched her back and he pressed his erection against her ass. He began rubbing up and down against her. Mulder sped up his motions and moved his other hand to caress her breasts. He began to knead them and squeeze her hardened nipples. The sensations had totally taken hold of her and Scully began to groan aloud. She relaxed herself, letting the beginning waves of her eminent climax wash over her. "Oh Mulder," she said softly. He sped his actions, faster and faster. Biting and sucking on the soft flesh of her neck. Squeezing her breasts. Manipulating her clit. Rubbing his dick in between her ass cheeks. Her breathing was hard, coming faster and faster. "Oh God," she began to whisper. "Oh God, oh yes," over and over. She arched even more as the first bolt of ecstasy slammed through her body. Mulder held her tight, slowing his movements to almost non-existent as he rode out the waves with her. Scully opened her eyes, barely able to focus, still breathing hard. She spun quickly in his arms, facing him for the first time since they unrobed in the fore-room. Her eyes were half closed and clouded with passion. Mulder took one look in her blue eyes and leaned down, placing one soft kiss upon her lips. He pulled back, only long enough to gaze one more time into the eyes of his partner. He moved with the speed of a panther and attacked her eager mouth with his own. They moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues tangled together tasting as much of the other as possible. They let their hands roam wildly and freely, seeking out flesh that was denied to them until now. Mulder couldn't wait any longer. In one swift move, he reached his hands under Scully's ass and lifted her into the air and up against the wall. He hesitated only a moment, then immersed himself in her. She felt like hot honey around his engorged erection. As he did with his finger, he paused briefly to revel in the feel of being inside his Scully, finally. He looked over her body as he held her there. Her legs wrapped around him. The mark of passion he left on her neck. Her arms encircling his neck. Her fingers grasping locks of his hair. Her breasts mere inches from his face. This was heaven. He began to pump into her furiously as he took one of her breast into his mouth, ravaging her. Sucking and biting at the soft flesh, nipping her erect nipples, then licking them to sooth away the exquisite torture. Scully bent her head down and started biting softly on his ear. She ran her tongue around the shell, then dove into the center. She sucked his lobe into her mouth, scraping it with her teeth. "Scully," he said after releasing her breast from his mouth, "oh, Scully, you feel so good." She raked her nails across his scalp, sending sparks resonating through Mulder's body. Her breathing had started coming in short hard gasps as her body clenched around him. Mulder's breathing was matching hers now. She was on the edge again, ready to fall with Mulder. He was there too, and with three more thrusts he carried them both to the other side of oblivion. White hot flashes coursed through Scully's body as reality exploded behind her lids into thousands of shards of light. Mulder moaned her name as he spilled his hot fluid into her, her spasms milking his every drop. They lay their heads on each other's shoulders as their consciousness drifted back to earth. Mulder withdrew himself from Scully and set her down gently. She slid down his body, placing her feet on the floor, but remaining in his embrace. She looked up at him, her arms around his neck, his around her waist. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, causing Mulder to question her this time. "What's so funny?" "After all we've been through over the past six years, it took toxic chemicals for you to make a move on me." "Well if I'd known it would be like this, I'd have let a few mosquito bites be the thing that moved me to jump you," he said teasingly. He leaned down to kiss her, but was interrupted by a loud, shrill noise. "Oh shit!" they said in unison. "I almost forgot why we were in here," Mulder said, then stole a quick kiss. They took a minute to wash their bodies off and quickly rinse. They shut the nozzles off and stepped out into the final chamber of the decon-unit. They toweled off, stealing sidelong glances at each other, and donned the awaiting clothes that had been retrieved from the bags in their trunk and left for them. As they were about to walk out, Mulder saw the mark he left on Scully's neck. "Scully wait." "What Mulder? What's wrong?" she said as she ran her fingers through her hair. He grabbed two of the smaller towels and draped one around her neck, over her shoulders. "Oh, right," she said, feeling her cheeks flush. Mulder placed the other towel around his shoulders in the same manner, grinning at her like a cat that ate the canary. "Ready partner?" he said. "As I'll ever be," she answered, not really wanting to leave their haven. "Maybe I should send Diana a thank you note," he teased her. "Mulder you do and I'll put a matching scar on your other shoulder," she told him with a slight grin on her face. "Ooh, Scully," he said, then whispered in her ear, "I like it when you talk rough like that." "Mul-derrr," she said with mock warning. He just winked at her and ran his fingers through his own still wet hair. They both took a deep breath and Mulder opened the last door, sending them back out into the real world. Their faces now wore a practiced look of embarrassment, annoyance, and hatred as they passed the window separating them from Diana and the others. They marched quickly down the hallway and out of the building. < Serves them right > Diana thought to herself. < They'll never be able to look each other in the eyes again. That ought to put a big hole in their communication. They'll be at each other's throats in no time. > Diana turned and left the room with a smug grin pasted on her face. ~~~~FINIS~~~~ Chris C. :::Are you sure it wasn't a girly scream?::: http://members.aol.com/FoxNDana2/index.html