IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT (part 2 of 2) by TBishop and Keleka Rated: NC-17 Category: MSR/Lurid fiction Summary: Jailsmut Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully have defected to the world of fan fiction to satisfy their sexual urges. Sorry, Chris, but we warned you. What did you expect after seven years of UST? Feedback: Please. T Bishop - TBishop27@mindspring.com Keleka - keleka@compaq.net Read more of our fics at: T Bishop - http://members.xoom.com/arcticfox42/Tbishop.htm or http://tbishop.freeservers.com/ Keleka - http://home.compaq.net/~keleka/ *** Thanks to David and Shell for beta. And to Grasshopper for archiving. IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT (part 2 of 2) ****** I suppose I should speak to him, after all, we've been locked in this goddamn sauna together for almost - I check my watch AGAIN - seven hours, but I know we'll just end up fighting and, quite frankly, I'd rather not have an argument with Mulder when there's no chance of escape. He thinks I'm mad at him. He's been sitting on that top bunk pouting for hours, afraid to say anything... just waiting for me to make the first move. I, on the other hand, have stubbornly and steadfastly refused to allow any part of my person to come in contact with those filthy mattresses. The floor not being much of an alternative, I've been standing propped against this cinderblock wall, arms folded over my chest, for what is beginning to feel like all eternity. My legs are achy and swollen from the heat - it had to have been over a hundred degrees in here the better part of the afternoon. Now that it's dark outside, a slight breeze occasionally puffs in from the tiny window. But it's still hotter than hell in here. There are third world countries with more humane incarceration facilities than this. I've long ago ditched my jacket, whatever good that did, my blouse is clinging to my sweat-dampened skin; and if I don't get out of these pantyhose soon, I'm going to pass out from heat exhaustion. I'm afraid to know what I must look like. Mulder, on the other hand, he looks good in sweat... very good... too good. His suit jacket hung neatly over the end of the bunk, my partner has rolled up his shirt sleeves, slipped off his tie, and unbuttoned just enough that I'm getting a rare glimpse of chest hair. And I can't help fixating on that luscious spot right where his collar bones meet... and the almost continuous bead of sweat that's been teasing me there for the last three hours. God help me, I just want to go over and lick it right off him. What am I saying? I'm delirious - a precursor to heat stroke. I wonder if the OPC will buy that argument at the hearing? Or maybe I'll get lucky and Mulder won't file a complaint. Maybe he's just as horny as I am and wouldn't mind breaking the fraternization rule just this once. He's kissed me before. I know there's a mutual attraction, as much as we try to ignore it. So, maybe if I were to make a pass at him... no, I've got a better idea. Let's just see how much Scullyheat the man can take. Very nonchalantly, I clear my throat, just to make sure I have his full attention. He looks up hopefully, probably thinking I'm finally going to break the silence between us. That's when I tug at the front of my blouse a few times, and I loosen a couple of the buttons, slipping my hand inside my shirt and wiping at the damp skin over my breasts, rubbing them seductively before bringing my glistening fingers back up to my throat. With exaggerated drama, I sigh at the unbearable temperature of our cell. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Mulder watching my every move. Next, I take off my shoes... slowly - giving Mulder plenty of time to anticipate where I'm going with this. Then I run my hands up the length of my legs, making sure to bring them to the insides of my thighs before letting them disappear beneath my skirt. I don't dare look, but I can hear Mulder shifting around on the mattress. My hands struggle a bit longer than necessary with the waistband of my pantyhose; and I make sure to wiggle my hips as I free myself of the sweaty nylons. With unmerciful dawdling, I slide the silky stockings down my legs and off, making sure to toss them onto the floor in plain sight, so Mulder will have a continuous reminder of what he just watched me do. I put the heels back on. Mulder likes me in heels, the higher the better. I know this because every time I wear anything over three inches, the man spends a good portion of the day checking out my legs. And people wonder why I wear the stilts I do. I think I'll really torture him. Reaching under my skirt again, this time it's my panties that go; and I carefully step out of them, one shoe at a time. Then, without giving Mulder the slightest acknowledgment, I walk over to the sink and begin to rinse them under the cool water. Having completed my little laundry detail, I set them on the window ledge to dry. Okay, time for some stretching. I don't dare look, but I'm fairly certain that, at this point, Mulder is riveted by my performance. Standing where my partner can see every last movement, I begin a routine of stretches and bending - just working the kinks out, but specifically with my audience of one in mind. Hands on hips, I bend from side to side and then twist, then I lean forward, knowing full well that Mulder is getting an eyeful as my half-buttoned blouse gaps widely with each bounce... then I stand and arch my back, then stretch my arms up over my head and, finally, I do a few toe touches - backside to Mulder. Something between a growl and a moan is heard from the general direction of one Fox Mulder. Oh, yeah, he's watching all right. Hot enough for you, partner? Must be. Because the next sound I hear is Mulder's size eleven shoes hitting the concrete floor; and before I can turn around or even straighten all the way up, I'm accosted from behind. He grabs me around the waist and pushes me forward until I'm sandwiched between the wall and his obviously aroused body. My squawk of protest being completely ignored. "Are you trying to kill me, Scully?" he asks, his rough whisper shooting right to my center. Suddenly, the oppressive heat of this cell is nothing compared to the fire burning inside me. "Mulder, let go." I try to wrestle free, but my partner is an impressively strong man. Okay, and maybe I'm not trying all that damn hard to get away. "You were teasing me," he accuses. "That's a very dangerous game." Ooooh, threats, Agent Mulder? "I'm not worried." One of his hands slides down to my thigh and begins inching up the fabric of my skirt. "Then you're inviting this?" I put a hand over his and his body stiffens; he thinks I'm going to stop him. But, after only a few seconds hesitation, I guide his hand beneath the hem of my skirt and show him exactly what I'm inviting him to do. "Jesus," he breathes, as I coax his slender fingers into my dampened curls. I'm not prepared for my own reaction, the sharp gasp or the shudder, the tightening in my belly at the touch of his hand. And when he begins to work me, to slide his fingers back and forth through the slickened layers of my sex, my knees go weak, and it's only the presence of the wall and Mulder's firm grip around my middle that keeps me from collapsing in a boneless heap upon the floor. I'm moaning now, as Mulder starts nibbling on my ear, his hot tongue tracing wet patterns, and toying with the stud in my lobe. The simultaneous stimulation from both his hand, rubbing harder and faster at my center, and his mouth, sucking and licking, breathing heavy into my ear, has taken me over the top and has me completely undone... I'm lost in the heat of passion, unable to reason my way out, my only thoughts are of pleasure and seeking release. My hips are rolling with the movements of his hand, and Mulder is rocking into me, pressing his erection against the small of my back. God, I want him so much, want to feel him deep inside... want him to fill me, surround me, envelope me, own me. I try to tell him, but the words come out breathless and broken. "Mulder... please, please... need you inside." He lets me go, and when I turn to face him, he's loosening his pants. My heartbeat quickens in anticipation. A second later his slacks fall around his ankles and his boxers quickly follow. I bite my lip when I see the size of him. I've never had a man as big as Mulder and apparently my sudden apprehension shows. "I'll stop whenever you say stop. I swear. I'll stop right now even, if that's what you want." He pulls me to him and kisses me, an open mouth assault so unbelievably thorough, I'm left dizzy from the rush. Our eyes lock together and the silent agreement is made. I put my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up as I wrap my legs about his narrow hips. Mulder puts my back against the wall, and holding my stare, he positions himself at my entrance and slowly begins to push his way inside. When I cry out, he's quick to cover my mouth with his hand, his eyes offering an unspoken apology. "Shh," he whispers, and it's not until that moment that I realize exactly what it is we're doing... or rather WHERE it is that we're doing it. Gotta be quiet. Don't want the deputies to hear us and come back here to see what's going on. God, I can't believe we're doing this HERE. It'll be okay. Just gotta be quiet. Not a sound. A nod from me, and Mulder removes his hand immediately. He continues to push his way into my body, stretching me very slowly, very gently, to accommodate his generous size. When my eyes snap shut, a slight wince pinching my face as I try to keep myself silent, he freezes in place. "Too much?" The strain is evident in his voice. Forcing my eyes open, I shake my head to reassure him that I'm fine. I want this. I've dreamed of this for years. I don't want him to stop. Wrapping my arms more tightly around his neck, I bury my face against his. "Do it, Mulder. All the way," I command softly into his ear. And I focus on my breathing, concentrating on each deliberately even breath, as Mulder resumes pressing, pushing, forcing his way deep and then deeper until he's completely buried within me. "Scully, look at me." I do, offering him a smile, and he returns my happiness with a devilish grin of his own, and then whirls us ninety degrees to the right and puts my back up against the hard steel. "Hold onto the bars, honey." Oh my God. I grab a metal pole on either side of my head and Mulder begins thrusting into me. I stay with him, giving back as much as he gives, both of us pounding harder and faster. Can't get enough, never enough of this... Our voices are silent but the sound of our bodies slamming together is a bit obvious, even to the drunks in the next cell over. "Hey! What da hell? What's ya'll doin' over in there?" "Shut up and mind your own damn business!" Mulder growls at the man, his feral stare growing even darker as he continues to pump into me. "I know fuckin' when I hears it. That ain't allowed in here, boy. DEPUTY!!!" "Shit. Mulder, hurry," I whisper. I'm so close and if we have to stop now I'm going to scream. Never let it be said Fox Mulder can't perform under pressure. While continuing to fuck me like there's no tomorrow, my partner puts his lips to my ear and whispers the most obscene promise of what he's going to do to me the minute we're free of this hell hole town... and I'm gone. No one has ever spoken to me in such a way, and it's just the thing to push me over the edge. I'm coming so hard I forget myself for the moment and a strangled cry escapes me. Mulder slaps his hand over my mouth and then he bites back his own groan, as the sight of me up against the bars, back arched in ecstasy is enough to put him over the edge too... ****** I sit passively in my chair across from Skinner, trying to look as innocent as possible while our gruff Assistant Director chews Scully a new asshole. I mean that figuratively, of course. If he got his teeth anywhere near her asshole I'd have to kill him. I already got my chewing out -- for taking us down there to begin with, and for not checking my sources better in advance -- but the bulk of his wrath is directed at my diminutive partner. I use my peripheral vision to check out Scully. She's not doing too well under the A.D.'s full frontal assault. It doesn't help any that we had to come here straight from the airport, only a few hours after being released from that hell hole of a county jail. We're still wearing the sweaty, grimy, smelly clothing we wore all day yesterday, slept in last night, and wore all day today waiting for Sheriff Markum to work out a deal with Skinner for our release without charges. I suspect Skinner had to do some serious butt kissing. I know she feels stupid for losing her temper with Goober. What's even worse is that Skinner is reading outloud, word-for-word from the Pickens County Sheriff's report, the colorful language Scully used with the deputy that got her arrested in the first place. Goober was right. She DOES have a potty mouth. Scully's mouth. Oh God. Why did I have to think about that? That hot little mouth that I plan to have visit various parts of my anatomy as soon as we get out of here. That makes me think of all the various parts of HER anatomy I plan to visit with MY mouth. If I'm not careful Mr. Happy will make a surprise appearance right here in Skinner's office. I feel a chill go up my spine as I remember what I told Scully to make her come faster so the deputy wouldn't catch us in flagrante delicto. The intimate details of what I planned to do to her when we got out of that stinking jail pushed Scully over the edge so damned fast and hard that she took me with her on the spot. I had barely finished gushing into her when the deputy opened the door between the office and the jail. I practically threw Scully on the bottom bunk and then tossed myself up on top just moments before he looked in on us. If he had been ten seconds earlier I suspect we'd be on the unemployment line by now. Suddenly I sense movement in front of me and realize that the A.D. has taken to his feet. I jump to mine and turn to watch Scully as she slowly pulls herself to her feet, doing an even better immitation of a whipped puppy than I did yesterday afternoon back in Institute. I look back to Skinner and watch him take off his glasses, his eyes glued to Scully. "You're suspended without pay for three days, Agent Scully," he says in his stern, no-nonsense voice. He turns to look at me and I try to look innocent and contrite at the same time. Not an easy feat, I'll tell you. "And you, Agent Mulder. You're on background checks for three days in the bullpen. Now get out of my sight, both of you." We both mumble our "Yes, Sirs," and make for the door. I put my hand on the small of Scully's back and guide her gently through the outer office and into the hall. Skinner seems to have taken all the fight out of her. I lean down and say softly, "Come on, Scully. I'll take you home." Before I realize what's happened, Scully reaches up and grabs the knot of my tie. She pulls me down to her eye level and locks eyes with me like a starving predator. What did I just say about Skinner knocking all the fight out of her? "You're going to do more than take me home, Mulder," she growls. "You're going to make good on your promise." I gulp. "Uh, you mean...." "Exactly." We stand like this for several moments, and I know that we're attracting too much attention. For once, though, I don't care. What other agents have saved the world from destruction at least three times? Let 'em stare. I lean down a little more and Scully loosens her death grip on my tie. With my lips close to her ear I repeat what I told her last night. I see the skin on her neck break out in goosebumps. Oh yeah. She likes the idea. "Come on, Mulder," she says, breathlessly. "And this time, you're driving." ~END~ Author's End Notes: T Bishop - Keleka, you're a great new addition to the world of XF fan fic. It's been a pleasure to write with you. (even if you did only want me for my smut) I'm off to write something that my mother can read now! ~Life is too short to drink bad wine~ Keleka - I consider myself fortunate to have the chance to study the art of smut-writing at the knee of the Smut Queen herself, T Bishop. Someday, perhaps, I'll overcome my puritanical upbringing and be able to do it myself. It was fun! Where can we have them do it next?!