I recognize that the title is totally unoriginal, but I am attempting to
respond to the following challenge, which prescribes the title for me.

***     While I have your attention, though, I dare someone to write an
NC-17 story set on the elevator titled (oh, wait for it) "Going Down".
Consider it my challenge to any intrepid author on the newsgroup. Pull it
off, somebody. I dare ya.  ***

Here is my meager attempt. 
Warning *****NC-17*****  at least I hope it is.
If you like or dislike it, feel free to email me.  (QLTiersky@aol.com)

Disclaimer:
These characters are not mine.  I wish they were. They belong to Chris
Carter and 10/13 and other important people. Feel free to sue me, though I
will warn anyone who wants to that my monthly paycheck is directly
deposited into the Coke machine and I have to add a nickel to get a drink.

This story takes place during Operation Paperclip at the beginning, as
they head into the elevator. 

Enjoy!

GOING DOWN     

     "I just knew," Scully murmured, as she crossed smoothly into the
waiting elevator.  Mulder flashed briefly on the Eves, and then just
sighed and followed her docily inside.  He absently pressed 1, then turned
to find Scully staring at him with an unfathomable expression.
     "What is it?" he asked softly.  "What's wrong?"
     Suddenly she smiled, lightening his heart a hundred-fold.  "Nothing
now.  I'm just glad to have you back."
     Mulder bit back his standard sardonic reply and instead opened his
arms to engulf her in a warm hug.  
     As she wrapped her arms securely around his body, reveling in the
feeling that he was really all right, Scully could not help but think
about the dreams that had been plaguing her since the fire in New
Mexico.   As soon as she accepted that Mulder was really dead, by fire of
all nightmarish things, Scully began to suffer serious regrets about what
might have been.  Night after night scenes played through her mind,
taunting her with images of a life she and Mulder would never know.  Even
as she stood there in the elevator, with Mulder's chin resting on her
hair, Scully found herself remembering a particularly vivid dream....

     They were at the office.  No, wait, her apartment.  They were in her
apartment, standing near the couch.  And they were arguing about
something.  She could never remember the topic of this argument, but the
look on Mulder's face was implanted in her brain for good.  He was
sneering at her with his usual stubborn insistence on implausible idea. 
She was shaking her head, asking for the millionth time how anyone as
intelligent as Fox Mulder could get such stupid ideas into his head.  
     Mulder was needling her, pushing her, trying to get  her to submit. 
Finally he burst out, "How do you know I'm wrong?"
     Scully stared at him in utter disbelief. "Mulder, that scenario is no
more believable than...than.. than the two of us ripping each other's
clothes off and jumping into bed together."  She stopped abruptly,
wondering what had possessed her to make such a comparison.
     Mulder smirked.  "I want to believe, Scully," he whispered.  
     She colored and turned her back, heading into the kitchen.  "You know
what I'm saying, Mulder.  There is no evidence to support your theory."
     He crossed quickly behind her, startling her with his closeness. 
"Perhaps there isn't," he conceded lightly.  "But I'd give anything to
know where your mind's been lately to envision that particular scenario."
     She turned sharply to glare at him, and found him much closer than
expected.  She moved to back away, but the kitchen sink stood in her
path.  Sensing an impending flight, Mulder placed his hands on her
shoulders, effectively preventing any movement on Scully's part.  She
promptly dropped her gaze to keep him from seeing her desires, fearing his
scornful laughter which would follow if he knew how she really felt.
     After more than a full minute of staring at Mulder's ugly tie and
wondering if there was any easy way out of the situation, Scully realized
that he was not going to back off or look away.  Reluctantly, she raised
her eyes to meet his searching gaze.  What she found there was not what
she expected.
     The look Mulder turned on her was gentle and understanding, qualities
he rarely remembered to exhibit towards her.  He looked.... nervous...
Scully concluded.  She could not remember ever seeing that look on his
face before. "Mulder," she began in a ragged voice, trying to keep her
tumultuous emotions hidden, despite the desire that flooded through her at
his nearness.
     "Shhh," he responded, placing a finger over her lips to silence
her.  He studied her face for a long moment before continuing.  "We don't
have to do anything you don't want to do," he promised, watching her
responses carefully.
     Scully's eyes widened slightly as she considered this proposal. 
Mulder waited a moment, then removed his finger.  When she continued to
remain still, watching him with a steady, but nervous, gaze, he removed
his hands from her shoulders and began to turn away with a heavy feeling
in his heart.  Just as he concluded that he had permanently offended his
best friend, her voice reached out to him.
     "Mulder," she murmured lightly, as she reached out her hand to keep
him from walking away.
     Startled, Mulder turned to face her and was astonished at the passion
he saw in her eyes. Cautiously, he wrapped his arms around her and was
rewarded with the feel of her smaller hands running up and down his
back.  Scully tilted her face up to allow him better access, as he gently
lowered his lips to hers.
     He wanted the first kiss to be gentle, but as soon as the connection
was made he was flooded with desire and amazement that she could truly
want him.  Whether through her actions or his, or perhaps the two of them
working as the team that they were, the kiss deepened, growing in passion
exponentially until both needed to stop to regain breath.
     Their eyes met, and both knew that there was no going back now. 
Mulder cleared his throat cautiously, "I want you to know that I meant
what I said earlier."
     Scully smiled gently.  "I don't think that's going to be a problem,"
she answered huskily, as she took Mulder by the hand and led him towards
her bedroom.  Mulder's eyes went wide as he obediently followed, dropping
kisses on her neck and shoulders every step of the way.  
     When they entered the bedroom, Scully turned to him and wrapped her
arms around his neck, drawing his face down for another breathtaking
kiss.  Barely lifting his head from hers, Mulder managed to ask, "Are you
sure about this?"  He was rewarded by the rich laughter of Dana Scully. 
He stared at her, shocked that she would pick now to laugh at him.
     She recognized the growing hurt on his face and quickly composed
herself.  "I wasn't laughing at you, Mulder.  I was laughing at the idea
that I wouldn't want to..." she broke off to compose her thoughts.  "I'm
sure," she finally said firmly. "I am more sure of this than of anything
else right now.  I want you, Mulder, and only you."
     Mulder smiled at that admission.  "Good," he whispered in her ear,
pausing to let his tongue trace the outer ridge, "because I'm the only one
here."  Scully's laughter was cut off by the arrival of Mulder's tongue in
her mouth and she quickly allowed herself to be distracted.
     While Mulder set his hands to work freeing Scully's blouse from her
skirt, Scully began to unbutton his shirt quickly, barely retraining from
tearing the cloth several times.
     "Careful there," he joked lightly, "I only have two shirts."
     Scully smiled wickedly.  "That's OK, I prefer you without anyway." 
Any further repartee was cut off as the two resumed their frenzied kissing
and tearing of each other's garments.  As soon as Scully managed to remove
Mulder's shirt, she set to work on his belt.  Her progress was delayed
slightly by Mulder's efforts to remove her blouse and bra.  
     Mulder's eyes gleamed as Scully's breasts came free of her
garments.  He eagerly leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth.  The
sound of Scully's moans served to encourage him.  As he continued to tease
one nipple with his tongue, he pinched the other lightly between his thumb
and forefinger, making her squirm.  
     Scully felt a surge of triumph, mingled with the excitement and
passion Mulder was inspiring with his skillful mouth and hands, as she
managed to free Mulder's bulging erection from his pants and shorts.  With
very little encouragement, Mulder kicked the last remnants of his clothing
free, as he slid Scully's skirt, hose, and panties all to the floor in one
efficient swoop.
     Scully looked slightly startled as Mulder then scooped her up and
laid her gently on the bed. She motioned for him to come lay beside her,
but he shook his head, eyes twinkling.
     "Just lay back and relax for a while, beautiful," he whispered. 
"Leave the driving to me."
     "Don't I always?" she retorted lightly, as she spread her legs for
him and watched in delight.       
     Mulder began at her breasts, continuing to suck on them while Scully
writhed against the bed.  Gradually, he let his hands take over while
kissing his way down her stomach.  He licked her belly button seductively,
as if warning of things to come.  He continued his downward journey
steadily, and soon found himself just below her moist insides.  Scully
held her breath in anticipation and was not disappointed in the results.
     Mulder's tongue flicked in and out slowly, savoring the taste of
Scully's passion.  He began to lick her juices out, responding deftly to
her urges and movements, guiding him in what to do.  Before long, he was
probing her deepest center and enjoying the sweet music of her cries of
delight.  He sucked gently at her pleasure point and was rewarded with an
explosion.  
     Well-pleased with himself, Mulder kissed his way slowly back up to
Scully's lips, where he gave her a long taste of her own sexual
pleasure.  She smiled predatorily. "My turn," she said, raising up and
pushing Mulder onto his back.
     She tweaked his nipples carefully, delighted at his eager response.
She rubbed her erect nipples against his chest as she made her way down
his body.  When she knelt between his legs she heard Mulder whisper, "You
don't have to do this."
     Scully glanced up at him briefly.  "Of course I don't.  That's why I
want to."  Mulder's heart nearly exploded with delight as she gently
whirled her tongue around the tip of his gleaming manhood.  She gently
licked away the beads that had gathered there and began to slide her mouth
up and down, going deeper with every stroke, while Mulder moaned in delight.
     As she felt him growing nearer and nearer the edge of passion, she
removed her mouth, smiling slightly as she heard him groan in protest. 
Seconds later she was on top of him, straddling his loins and pressing
herself against his eager erection.
     "Oh, God," he whispered, barely able to speak.  "Now!"
     With that, she lowered herself onto him, taking him deep within her
velvety sheath.  She began to ride him up and down, increasing the pace
until he couldn't take it anymore.  Finally, Mulder exploded inside her
with a scream, and as she felt his release, Scully was shocked to find
that she was exploding with him, riding the waves of passion for the
second time that night...

     "Scully?  Hello, Scully?"  she heard Mulder's voice and shook her
head to clear it.
     "What?" she mumbled, trying to get her scattered thoughts together.
     He smiled down at her gently.  "We're on the first floor.  Generally,
this is the time when people get off the elevator."
     Scully blinked. "Oh, right, of course."  She hoped Mulder couldn't
see her blushing.
     He was looking at her doubtfully.  "Are you sure you're OK?  You look
kind of..."  he broke off, as if unable to find a word that matched her
description.
     "I'm fine," she assured him.
     "You really zoned out there for a minute.  What were you thinking
about?" he asked teasingly.
     "I was noticing your distinctive aroma," Scully retorted.  "Don't
they have showers in New Mexico?"
     "Funny you should ask that..." Mulder began.  As she listened to
Mulder tell about the Blessing Way ceremony, one thought ran through her
head:
     "Someday, Mulder, someday..."


end.