Title: Demonstrative Author: Nancy Rating: NC-17 Summary: A class lecture with some interesting results. Keywords: MSR Disclaimer: They're not mine, they belong to Fox and 1013 and Chris Carter. But the props are mine... *grin* Author's Notes: This little smutty idea came to me while waiting for a prescription at the local pharmacy. What can I possibly say? Mulder and Scully inspire me to write smut? Life in general inspires me to write smut? Much research has been done, but don't bite me if I've taken a few liberties. A huge thanks to Spooky's Girl and Lovesfox for beta reading. I even made them double check the accuracy of the demonstration. *grins* Feedback: Please and thank you, I do have my manners. Email: abracadabra1754@hotmail.com Archive: Sure, just let me know first. Demonstrative J.E.Hoover Building Basement Office Monday, 10A "Hey, Scully, I brought you some coffee." Mulder sauntered in, his tie still over his suit jacket shoulder blown by the fierce wind outside. He set a coffee and bagel on the counter for Scully and placed his on the desk. "Join me?" She picked up the coffee and bagel and walked away from him, into the backroom area, without a single word. He sipped his coffee and strode toward her. "Scully?" "Don't, Mulder. Just go back to your desk." She busied herself with various file folders, doing her best to look otherwise occupied. She had exactly three hours to complete her notes and slides for her lecture. And she was angry. Not your average garden variety, everyday angry. No. This was full-bore, top shelf, self-righteously smug MulderAnger. For his part, her partner had absolutely no idea what was wrong. At first, he thought it might be the reports from their latest case. It was no secret that pulling together the information and then actually typing the report were his least favorite aspects of the job. Heck, if he could finagle Scully into doing it, so much the better. However, something nagged at the far reaches of his memory. Had he told her he'd help? Had she asked him to provide some information about the case? What was it? He knew better than to ask, not at this point in their 'non-conversation'. He went back to his desk and pulled out another casefile. Putting his glasses on, he removed his jacket, unbuttoned his French cuffs and rolled his sleeves up above his elbows. He was ready to work. Scully was ready to argue. "You know, you're downright infuriating, Mulder!" He heard her heels clacking as she made her way to stand directly in front of the desk. Without picking up his head, he peered at her over the tops of his glasses, putting the file down. "What's wrong, Scully?" He really couldn't remember what he had done or not done or was supposed to be doing. "Damn you! I counted on you and once again, you let me down. I should have learned from the last time you volunteered, but no, I wanted to give you another chance," she paced back and forth in front of him, periodically tapping the file folder on the desk for emphasis, "you said you'd be more than willing to help me out. Why did I think that what I need would matter? It's not the damn truth you're seeking. It's not some new mutant. It's not a case of Big Foot walking the DC Mall. Nope, just me, your partner, who needed a bit of your time, who you offered to help." That said, she stormed back into the alcove, gathered her materials and walked quickly toward the door. Mulder recognized Storm Scully brewing, but still had no clue as to which tropical depression had caused this particular meteorological condition. He did, however, know that finding out quickly would ensure self-preservation. Besides, he was genuinely worried about how he might have let his partner down; even if it was unintentional. He closed the file and followed her to the door, his hand coming to rest just above her head on the door. "Scully, wait, tell me what's wrong. What did I do?" He reached for her chin, trying to turn her so she would face him, look at him. She swatted his hand away and reached for the door, but he was stronger and she could not budge it. "I don't want to talk about this now." "You did a few minutes ago." She was angry and now she was flustered. She didn't need his help and she didn't want to discuss it with him. He had been only too happy to offer his help (and his innuendoes) when she first told him about her lecture. He had told her how pleased he was that she had been asked to present this lecture to the local college. He was supposed to be at her place to pick her up at 7:30 this morning and they were supposed to work on pulling together some final information here at the office. He was going to let her practice before the lecture. He forgot, he had no idea what she was talking about and she didn't want to deal with his guilt. For some reason, the way he wore his guilt, her guilt, any spare guilt left lying around, got to her, made her want to help him fix it, made her want to make it better for him. Not this time. She turned to face him directly. "Mulder, you were going to help me with my lecture. You never showed. End of discussion. Now, let go of the door and get out of my way. I have work to do." His arm dropped from the door, his other hand coming up to remove his glasses as it hit him. In the time it took his brain to process what she'd just said, she was out the door and speeding down the hall to the elevator. "Scully, wait! I can still." "No, you can't, Mulder." The door to the elevator closed on him and he slammed it with his palm. Mulder silently added another hash mark to the slate of transgressions he had committed that would only add more time to the already-six years of foreplay with his partner. And he had so recently felt that their relationship was actually moving forward. His flirty comments, his none-too-blatant innuendo, his occasionally lingering touches hadn't been rebuked or laughed off as readily as they once had. He had actually succeeded in getting her to agree to a *real* date for this weekend. No chance in hell, now. Georgetown University Lecture Hall Monday, 1P "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen and guests. As I told you during the last class, we have a guest lecturer today. Dr. Dana Scully is a forensic pathologist at Quantico and a Special Agent with the FBI here in Washington. As part of our on going first year Human Sexuality Class, she has been invited to give you a demonstration on the condom as a preventative device for birth control, STDs and A.I.D.S. This demonstration is part of our larger, over-arching series on barrier methods. She will entertain questions following the demonstration. Dr. Scully?" Scully walked up to the podium, and was met with applause and a smattering of nervous laughter. While it seemed like so long ago, she remembered having a similar reaction anytime anything having to do with sex was brought up in the classroom. She could tell from the various looks on the students' faces that some of them were truly embarrassed while others we filled with false bravado regarding their supposed sexual escapades. The former seemed to be truer for the women and the latter for the men. She tugged on the very fitted jacket of her bright navy skirt suit, the silky sky blue tank with the drawstring tie underneath sliding against her skin. Tucking her hair behind her ears, the sapphire studs in her ears glistened in the overhead lighting. "Hello, everybody. Thank you for inviting me here to speak to you today. As Dr. Minosha explained, I'll be demonstrating the effective use of condoms. I've also brought some to give out. I have a few different types so you're aware of the wide variety. Now, before I begin, let me be sure to inform you that my demonstration is in no way intended to condone sexual intercourse nor to indicate a preference for one form of birth control over another or over abstinence. And, although no prophylactic can guarantee 100% effectiveness, latex condoms, if properly used, will help to reduce the risks disease and pregnancy. I will be happy to answer your questions directly following." As she brought her notes and the model to the front of the podium, a hand was raised. "Yes, in the middle row?" "Um, Dr. Scully, will you be using live models? Because, if so, I'd be more than happy to help." The male student's question and comment were jeered and laughed at. Having achieved the desired effect, he sat back down. Scully merely thanked him for his kind offer and explained that there would be no live models. After discussing the various materials from which condoms could be made and the pros and cons of each, Scully reached below the podium to produce the model. She set a slightly larger than life-size, erect, latex and foam rubber penis, mounted on a black base, in front of her. The laughter and muttered comments began again. She blew lightly into the microphone, getting their attention. In the far, back, left-hand corner of the room, the door silently slid open and closed again. A tall, chestnut brown haired man in a charcoal suit with a blue dress shirt and tie slipped into the lecture hall and leaned against the wall in the corner, his arms crossed in front of him. He looked down to the lit podium, admiring the light play on his partner's hair and how, even from this distance, the blue of the suit drew out her crystal blue eyes, making them riveting and sparkling. Gone was the fiery passion of her earlier anger. She was in full Instructor Scully mode. And he found it very alluring. Especially considering her subject matter. As he broke from his reverie, he noticed that she had walked in front of the presentation area, thereby increasing the physical connection with her audience. She was holding up her index, middle and ring fingers, curving them into each other just slightly. Her contralto came over the mic, tantalizing him. "I'll demonstrate first using my fingers as the man's erection." The comments about how no one was actually that small rose from the seats and she smirked, moving on barely acknowledging their comments. "I'm going to use this latex condom, first making sure that the packaging is intact. If you come across a package that's open or ripped in any way, do not use it. It could be contaminated or be a second, meaning that someone else used it." A few 'ewwws' could be heard following her last comment. A hand shot up. "Is any one flavor better than the other?" The woman's friends tugged on her arm, trying to get her to sit back down. Scully answered her with aplomb. "Actually, the 'flavored' condoms have very little taste in them. It's really just a matter of preference." And Mulder had to bite back his desire to ask the good doctor with which flavors she'd had the most experience. Scully held the packet between her thumb and forefinger, bringing it to her mouth, holding one end between her teeth. Mulder was now standing fully erect; his hands jammed into his pants pockets, waiting to see what she was going to do. Using her two fingers as leverage, Scully tore the packet open, never once moving the other 'penis model' hand. She spat the torn corner to the floor, receiving a round of applause. Blushing slightly, she realized she would have to use her other hand to remove the prophylactic. Once done, she held it up, describing the flexible rim and the wafer thin latex 'nip' at the top. She placed the rim over her three fingers and, using her thumb and forefinger on the other hand, squeezed the tip of the condom. "Be sure to remove any air from the tip prior to sheathing the penis in the condom. Air bubbles between the latex and the skin can reduce its effectiveness." Mulder felt himself growing increasingly hard, his hands thrusting farther forward in his pockets, hoping to camouflage the obvious state of his very own 'demonstrator model'. He wanted to loosen his tie, the collar of his shirt, his belt; hell, it was getting hot in there. He also pictured himself striding to the podium and showing the class just how demonstrative he could be. He imagined himself whisking the condom from her fingers, clearing the presentation area, and shoving Scully's prim little skirt up around her waist. Then, before anyone could say, ' show me your rubber', he'd 'sheath his penis' inside his very own Scullycondom. Realizing that his little imaginings could probably have his partner banned from the college lecture tour, Mulder settled down and moved back to his spot in the corner. He tried entertaining thoughts of beached whales, swarms of flies, Spender in a speedo to help his now raging erection. It wasn't working. Well, not half as well as his redheaded partner seemed to be working this lecture hall. Close to 100 pairs of eager eyes were trained on her every move. He noticed how some of the invited guests appeared a tad overly excited. He decided to pay closer attention to them once the individual question and answer period began. Scully slowly unrolled the condom down over her fingers, explaining that it worked best when the penis was fully erect. The latex slid slowly over her fingers, coming to rest just above her knuckles. "Make sure that it fits snugly against the base, again, you don't want any air pockets." She glanced up briefly, noting the somewhat stunned silence from the audience. "Any questions so far?" She removed the condom, looking up into the brightly-lit lecture hall. She scanned their faces for reactions, but found it difficult to see those in the far, upper rows. There was too much glare from the overhead lighting. "Now, I purposely left out one critical part of my demonstration. Can anyone tell me what it was?" Hands on her hips, she walked down from the presentation area and moved back and forth along the front seating row. Students sitting in that row tried to shrink into their seats and avoid eye contact lest she call on them. Mulder smiled, 'very effective teaching method, Professor and the answer is spermicidal barrier'. Given their earlier argument, he knew that calling attention to himself now would derail her, only angering her more. He kept silent. Scully noticed a few hands crawl up, as if they might want to answer, and then move right back down. "Well, I'm sure some of you knew the answer. Condoms are most effective when used in combination with another barrier, usually spermicidal foam." She held up two tubes, one KY Jelly and the other Barrier Foam. "Who knows the difference between these two?" She read off the names on the tubes for those who couldn't see them. Someone actually waved his hand in her direction, standing in anticipation of being called upon. "Yes?" The student smiled at Scully and Scully returned the smile. "Um, that tube is KY and it's, uh, to make things slippery, uh, so it, um, goes in easier. It's not protection. The other one is a barrier and blocks the, ah, um, sperm." The slightly embarrassed student finished her response quickly, almost swallowing the word, 'sperm'. Scully thanked her for her very correct, if somewhat grammatically stilted, answer. Scully walked back around the presentation area and carried the large, penile, demonstrator front and center, returning, herself to the area directly in front of the students. She also grabbed a large, two handle, shopping bag. "I'm going to give each of you the opportunity to practice as I demonstrate on 'Peter', here." This comment brought guffaws and much fidgeting. She asked for a few volunteers and quickly identified four, very willing, men. She gave each of them some condoms and some flavored, spermicidal packets, instructing them to distribute one of each to the class. Mulder was watching with rapt attention, his discomfort level nearly unbearable, as his partner seemed to be enjoying this particular demonstration. He wanted nothing more than to duck into the hall and jack himself off, quickly. He wasn't going to miss one little minute of her 'lecture'. Nope, no way. He discreetly pressed his hand against himself and tried to make some minor adjustments. He succeeded only in eliciting a small groan. And hoped no one noticed. "Ok, for those of you who wish to practice with me, open your packets first, checking it for air bubbles as I showed you. Now, open your gel packets." Scully opened the tube, telling them hers was peach flavored and invited them to taste a bit. She squeezed the tube until she had just a bit on the tip of her pinky and brought it to her lips. She then lapped it off the end of her finger into her open mouth. The back row in the upper left-hand corner of the room turned around in unison as Mulder moaned, loudly. Holding his right hand directly over his cloth covered boner, he excused himself and stepped out of the room. Two minutes later, he reentered, watching some of the braver students tasting the gel. Scully had opened another condom packet and was turning 'Peter' around to face the class. She gave a brief anatomical description, pointing at, then touching, the 'eye' at the tip, the head or glans, the flared ridge or corona, the various prominent veins along the shaft, the base and the scrotum. A few of the male students squirmed in their seats. Mulder crossed and uncrossed his legs in a futile effort to calm his raging hormones and equally raging erection. "If this were an actual prelude to male-female intercourse, you would place approximately two plungers of a barrier gel or foam inside the vagina. Next, gently grasp along the shaft of the penis and place the flexible ring over the head. Make sure that you pull down just enough, so it fits snugly in place. The 'nip' or bubble at the top should remain approximately an inch about the head or the glans." She paused and checked on the progress of the class. What she saw was a room full of stunned students. She smiled softly, understanding their obvious discomfort, and assured them that it was perfectly natural. She saw a few smiles in return and a few hands unclenching. She turned back to her demonstration. "Now, slide the rest of the condom down along the shaft, making sure it fits snugly and securely against the base. A latex to skin fit is essential and that's why the condom should only be placed on a very erect penis." She concluded the demonstration by wrapping her hand around the shaft and smoothing downward. She also explained how the same thing could be done by the man or by his partner to enhance foreplay. The room erupted in a release of nervous laughter. Mulder found himself leaning against the back wall, struggling not to touch himself as he watched her hand stroke downward on the model. His face was flushed, sweat beading on his brow. Scully wiped her hands on a towel and turned to face the room, standing next to the sheathed demonstrator that bobbed just a bit when she released her hold on it. "Can I answer any questions?" Students turned to each other with the look that said, 'if anyone dares to ask a question.' It was clear that they wanted to end this lecture. Most likely so they could further discuss it in the hall amongst themselves. Scully heard someone clear his throat, followed by an, "Excuse me, Dr. Scully." She looked around, trying to find the source, finally realizing it came from the back of the room where she couldn't see faces clearly. "Yes? Can you step forward, Sir, I can't see you?" Mulder didn't move from his spot, but did ask his question. "Would you say it's more effective to have the partner put the condom on for the man? I mean, from personal experience?" Scully blushed a deep, dark, rose color, heat rising from her chest to her hairline. Mulder. The bastard. Swallowing her anger and obvious embarrassment, she coolly replied, "Well, Sir, that depends on the person and is probably out of the scope of this particular lecture. I would suggest you might discuss that with your partner, if you have one." Before he could respond to her, Dr. Minosha thanked her grandly and dismissed the class. He left for his next class and Scully started cleaning up the presentation area as the students filed out quickly. He nodded to Scully from the upper level of the lecture hall, calling to her, telling her that she could exit through the back as he was going to lock the hall from the outside. He turned off all but the lights in the presentation area, but dimmed those as well. Mulder was not about to let her comment, her challenge, go. He had come here to apologize to her, to make things right between them. He was on his way to becoming somewhat of an expert in the highly specialized field of 'Making Apologies to Scully'. He wished he had less need for that expertise. While he had wanted to have just a little more fun with his question, he would not step over the line out of respect; for her, for her knowledge, for her pride in being invited to lecture. All nobility aside, Mulder was still horny as hell and had his now quite literally hard-to-hide erection. He watched as she walked through the aisles, gathering the litter of used condom and gel packets, and brought them to the front of the room. She was the very picture of efficiency, very sexy efficiency. And she was patently ignoring him. He guessed he deserved it. She arrived in front of the room again, gathering her notes and hitting them lightly against the countertop to shuffle them into one organized group. After placing them into her briefcase, she prepared to take the penile demonstrator into the back room. "So, Scully, are you going to introduce me to your friend, here? I think you called him, 'Peter'?" Mulder stood alongside her, not quite touching, but just near enough to allow them both to feel the tension. "I didn't call him *anything*, Mulder, the name is printed on the base." She gestured with her head, her hands holding the black base. Before she could lift it off the counter top, Mulder placed his thumb and forefinger on *Peter's* head, squeezing gently. "So, this is supposed to be lifelike, huh?" The squeezing had changed to a rhythmic swirling over the head and around the ridge, causing Scully to release her hold on the base and take a step back. "I mean, it's rather large, isn't it? I mean, from your clinical observation, Dr. Scully." Mulder released his fingers from the demonstrator only long enough to remove his jacket and toss it into one of the chairs in the front row. Then he took a step closer to her, hands on his hips, headed cocked to one side. "You haven't answered me." Scully felt the temperature in the lecture hall rise a few degrees. She was finding it more and more difficult to remember that she was still mad him. Her lecture had gone rather well, but she needed to make a point with him about his priorities. Extreme awareness of his obviously aroused body was getting all tangled up in her anger. She made another attempt at getting her point across. Willing her legs to move her forward and around her partner, she grabbed the demonstrator once again. Her back to him, she nearly spat the words at him, "Mulder, if you're quite through with your witty comments, I'm leaving." "I came here to apologize to you, Scully." He took a step closer to her as she froze, her hands holding 'Peter' by the base, still on the narrow countertop. "I made a promise to you, offered to help, and didn't follow through." He closed the slight distance between them and placed his hands on her forearms. She sucked in her breath and let it out in a barely audible 'whoosh'. "I can understand why you'd be angry with me." His hands moved from her arms, to 'Peter', bringing his own, live, 'Peter', in direct contact with her lower back and ass. "Mulder. I accept your apology, but -" "No, wait, Scully, there's more to my apology." He leaned his face into her hair, sniffing her warm, cinnamony locks, and then nestled her head beneath his chin. "I had every intention of helping you, but, if it's any consolation, you did just fine on your own." His hands came to life on the demonstrator. His right hand grasped the base as his left held the shaft. "I could give you some useful information for your next lecture invitation, Scully." She refocused and suddenly realized where this little 'apology' was heading. On the heels of that realization was the one that told her they were still in the lecture hall. "Well, actually, Mulder, I think I'll just accept your apology and get going. I know you didn't purposely forget you promised to help me out. We should get back to the office anyway." Mulder drew closer still. As if he had not heard anything she had just said, his left hand began to stroke the penile model. Slowly up. Slowly down. "Do you think they'd invite you back to talk about alternative activities to actual sexual intercourse?" He flicked the rubber and latex head with his thumb, then circled the ridge with his index finger. "Did you ever wonder, for example, Scully, how I touch myself? How I'd like to be touched?" Scully attempted to duck under his arms. She needed to take off her jacket. The heat was oppressive. And she was about to spontaneously combust merely from the sound of his voice. And possibly the sight of his hands on 'Peter'. And possibly his body pressed against her. Wasn't the clinical term for her current condition, 'stimulus overload'? "Move out of my way, Mulder. Now." She realized the statement came out like a command and that her voice sounded a little higher than she intended. To his credit, Mulder released his hands from the model and stepped back. As soon as she moved away from him, she removed her jacket and sighed. Her chest heaved under the sleeveless silky blue tank. She loosened the neckline drawstring a bit. "It is warm in here, isn't it?" His voice, although farther away now, only served to increase the heat. And now it was focused between her legs. He picked up the demonstrator and headed for the back room. "C'mon Scully, show me where to put this away." Scully took a deep breath and slowly released it, feeling herself regain some composure. She had started to head for the storeroom when he stopped her. "Wait. I just thought of something." "What else can this model be used to demonstrate?" His questions were highly suggestive; no, make that very direct and specific and were wandering into all sorts of dangerous territory. She was both frustrated and very turned on by them. Mulder hopped up onto the counter top and partially straddled it with his long legs. He set the demonstrator down between his parted thighs. "What are you doing, Mulder?" He extracted a cleaning packet from the container, ripped it open and proceeded to wipe down the penis. "I'm going to answer one of my own questions and show you what else you can demonstrate with Peter." "Oh, god, Mulder." The response escaped her lips before she had time to restrain it. "Certainly you know what fellatio is, Scully? But, what a great way to show someone!" His enthusiasm was only exceeded by Scully's lack of verbal ability. "Wha? No..Ah" He brought the model up to thigh height, stroking it as if he were trying to arouse it. Without even realizing it, she had placed her hands, for support, on his thigh where it hung off the front of the narrow counter top. She gazed at him with rapt attention as he lowered his head to the rubber penis. His eyes closed, his lashes barely touched his cheek, and his tongue parted his firm and soft lips. His tongue flicked across the head just seconds before he lifted the model up closer, his mouth covering the entire head. She swayed, thankful for and tightening her hold on him. "Do you think a demonstrator would also taste life-like Scully? Guess I can't make that comparison from personal experience, but maybe you could?" He set it down on the counter between his thighs, as he turned slightly to her. A challenge offered. "You want me to *taste* it?" He nodded, "That would be the general idea." She shook her head as if she were trying to dislodge some of the confusion that was threatening to settle in with his directional shifts. And she felt the wet heat surge between her legs. "You know, Scully, I was just noticing something and I was wondering if you would tell me if my perceptions are correct." She looked into his eyes, thankful for having a brief respite from focusing on 'Peter'. "What, Mulder?" His eyes were dark and his smile was 1000 mega-watt. "I was wondering if you're as turned on as you look? As I am?" Her mouth opened wordlessly and her knees buckled. She moved the demonstrator out of their way and pulled her partner's legs so she was standing directly between them. Her hands sliding over the tops of his thighs, zeroing in on her goal, she simply nodded, the need for or ability to form words, highly overrated. "Are you trying to answer the question, Scully?" Mulder thought he'd be helpful and slid a little farther forward on the counter. Scully appreciated his help and spread his legs just a bit farther apart, her hands moving to his belt. "Uh huh, I'm definitely as turned on as I look, Mulder. And I'm getting hotter by the minute." She unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops letting it fall to the floor. She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding her hands underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers, feeling his skin hot against her palms. Mulder hissed at her touch, his fingers moving to the ribbon ends of the drawstring ties. As she found and connected with his 'demonstrator model', he moaned low and deep, sending a shiver through them both. His body tingled with the anticipation of what he knew she was about to do, but Mulder still wanted to play. He untied the strings and loosened the neckline so it fell from her shoulders, the silky fabric easily flowing to her waist on its own. From there, he slid her bra straps off her shoulders and pushed it to her waist. His hands trailed from her shoulders, down her arms and up under her breasts, just holding them. Scully's breath caught in her chest and she arched forward into his hot hands. Meanwhile, Scully had managed to reach inside, her hand maneuvering his erection from his boxers. "Mulder, lift your hips up just a little." He complied, leaning back on his hands as she pulled the clothing down to his ankles. As she leaned forward, her breasts brushed against his thigh, hardening her nipples. She bent forward laying her upper body against his legs and wrapping her arms around his waist. Her hair fell lightly and teasingly onto his erection, causing it to twitch toward her face. "Mmmm.someone's eager," she breathed against his already hot, firm flesh. His eagerness caused him to lift his hips against her chest. And she held on tighter, the pressure delicious. Mulder swept her hair back from her face, wanting and needing to see her eyes. "Scully, climb up here so I can kiss you." She smiled devilishly at him, but didn't move from her position between his legs. "No, Mulder, I want to kiss *you*." Grasping his hips, she slid him to the very edge of the counter top and flicked the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue, imitating his earlier technique with the demonstrator. "Geez, Scully, touch me harder. This teasing's going to be the death of me." She repeated the licking and then planted a small butterfly kiss on the very tip, lapping at the drops of pre-cum. She recalled how he had then taken the model head into his mouth and did the same, releasing it quickly. Tongue flick the head, butterfly kiss to the tip, head into her mouth, she repeated the cycle twice more. Mulder groaned loudly, grabbing her hair, trying to direct her actions. Pushing up against his hands, she glanced at him, watching as his chest heaved and his eyes fluttered shut. "You know you've got the most gorgeous face, Mulder? And when you're turned on, well, your face alone can make me cum." She was overwhelmed with wanting to wrap herself up in him and wished she were on top of the counter with him instead of standing on the floor. However, her current position did have its advantages. Since he didn't seem as if he was going to reply, she repeated the cycle slowly one more time and then lowered her mouth down the shaft. The slick wetness of her mouth wrapped around him so completely obliterated whatever last shreds of self-control he thought he might have. Although he didn't have much leverage in his current position, Mulder was always able to improvise to make the best of a situation. He bent forward just slightly, holding on to Scully's shoulders, his heels slamming into the wall of the counter with each upward thrust into her mouth. Her hands moved lower on his hips, finding the firm halves of his ass, helping to direct the forward, back, up and down movements into her face. The formerly cold counter top was now moist with sweat, aiding his movements. If either had been previously concerned about the public nature of their location, it appeared they had long since given up those concerns. Scully hummed and moaned against him while he let loose with a string of throaty growls, interspersed with various recreations of her name. Music majors would have noted the sounds comprised an oddly formed, yet erotic, concerto. Mulder felt a sweet tightening that began deep in his gut, spreading outward as his balls drew in. He knew that she had noticed as well because the combination of the movement of her lips and teeth and the deep sucking on him had increased. He badly needed and wanted this release, but he wanted more. He reached down, attempting to gently move her mouth off of him. When it was clear that she was hell bent on finishing this particular *kiss* as she had called it, he took matters into his own hands. Wedging his thumb and forefinger on either side of the shaft near the base, he pressed hard, hoping to forestall his climax. Looking all at once angelic, lustful, wanton and erotic, his partner understood. She slid her lips up the shaft agonizingly slowly and teased her tongue around the ridge as she released him. Her formerly professorial coiffure tousled and beautiful, she gazed up at him. She couldn't suppress the slight smirk as she took in her partner's 'look'; still in his dress shirt and tie, his pants and boxers hanging at his still shoed feet, shiny with sweat under the dimmed overhead lighting. Jesus, the man wore 'sex' well. Mulder also noted the fact that she was still in her heels, hose and skirt. Her alabaster skin was completely flushed, her nipples hard and tight, her lips the most perfect swollen shade of rose. He assessed the situation and knew that neither of them was going to last long in their current condition. He quickly scanned the area, looking for possibilities that would take them out of the public view even more. Pushing her back slightly, he awkwardly slipped off the counter, trying not to trip as he grabbed his pants and reached for his jacket and hers. Scully laughed. He wore sexual frustration like an article of clothing he needed desperately to ditch. She waited, knowing he had something up his sleeve. And she didn't have to wait long. He leaned forward, kissing her lightly on the lips and whispering to follow him. She would follow, of that she was sure, but she wanted his lips, his kiss first. She arched toward him, her naked breasts sliding up and down against the cotton of his shirt, her hands angling his face to hers. Surprisingly caught off guard, already heading them to a safer location, he gasped before surrendering to her mouth on his. His arms wrapped around her as her tongue teased and tempted his. Taking her by her shoulders, he moved her back, nipping her lip as he withdrew from her kiss. "Now, Scully; this way." Mulder, holding his pants and boxers up just enough to move, their jackets slung over the same shoulder, his other hand holding Scully's, was the picture of a randy man caught in the act. The two of them created a sight that would surely contribute to the Bureau's latest water cooler poll. He dragged her into the dark storeroom, glad that the shuttered window was partially open to allow just enough light so they wouldn't trip or bring the various lab supplies crashing to the floor. Mulder thanked the custodial staff; the room looked spotless. No sense contracting something in a fit of passion. Although he knew that Scully would probably be more critical of their actual location than he would. He tossed their jackets down on the floor, his first, thinking he might protect hers. On second thought, both jackets would probably need the cleaners. Feeling quite restrained; he kicked off his shoes, followed by his pants and boxers. Scully toed off her heels, hose and panties. "Mulder, you shirt." As he pulled her down to the floor, laying her down on her back, he shoved her skirt up so that it joined her bra and tank at her waist. "No time, Scully. I can't--," he positioned himself on his knees between her parted legs, "wait," then probed her with his middle finger, "anymore." Scully pulled her knees to her chest, rocking her hips up and forward, as he touched her clit with the head of his penis. He placed his bent forearm across her knees, continuing the rocking motion as his other hand moved his penis back and forth against her dripping center. Scully's hands clenched and grabbed at their jackets, slowly being driven wild with desire by the intensity of the movements and his touch. "I thought you couldn't wait anymore, Muhhl--" Placing the head at her opening, his palms against her knees, he thrust his hips forward, stretching her as he slid inside. She pushed against his hands, trying to bring her legs around his hips, as he pushed her legs farther apart. He thrust into her deeper, snapping his hips, opening her wider. His low growls joined her increasing moans. She forced her eyes open, watching his face, watching this impossibly sexy man in nothing but a buttoned down dress shirt fuck the stuffing out of her in the store room of a lecture hall at a local university. He let her legs go, loving the feeling as they hooked around his hips, drawing him closer to her. He pulled up and back, enough to tongue her nipples briefly; driving them both to a frenzy as he almost withdrew from her. Exactly how Mulder managed to form the occasional, grammatically correct sentence in the midst of his overwhelming passion, Scully would never know, but he did manage to ask her a question. "Scully, would you like to use me for your next demonstration model?" After husking out a none-too-polite, 'shut up, Mulder', she dug her heels into the back of his thighs and told him to get a move on. Always happy to comply with her requests, especially in the arena of physical intimacy, he picked up the intensity and speed of his thrusts. The fact that the 2:30 Introduction to Mathematics class was now entering the lecture hall did not seem to bother either of them. ~~Finis~~