Title:  Outstanding in Her Field

Author:  abracadabra

Rating:  NC-17

Keywords:  MSR, PWP

Spoilers:  None

Summary:  Sequel or companion piece to Going Up/Going Down.
Mulder teaches Scully a new game.

Disclaimer:  Much as I hate to admit it, Mulder and Scully aren't mine.
They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox. I just get to play with them
occasionally. Or help them play with each other. The Dakota is mine, though.

Thanks: I know it's torture, but Denise and Kim are wonderful about all my
questions and the re-reading. I couldn't do it without their suggestions and 
ideas.  And even if we do occasionally get stuck admiring Mulder's ass--oh, 
that's me, isn't it?  Anyway, I can't thank them enough!!  Thanks also to 
Traci for her assistance with 'truck logistics'.

Archive: Go right ahead, but please let me know where.

Websites:  http://www.geocities.com/spookys_girl2000/index.html and
http://www.geocities.com/mesmerizememulder/

Feedback: Oh, boy, you'd help a great deal if you provided some.
Email me: abracadabra1754@hotmail.com


Outstanding in Her Field
by abracadabra


~#~#~#~#~
The black Dakota took the turn so fast that her safety belt barely
contained her and she had to grab onto his upper thigh for stability.
Well, the truth was, she probably could have grabbed the
over-the-window hand-hold and the dash in front of her, but his thigh
was right there and well, she was extremely aroused.

Had been for the last hour or so.

Was about to go abso-fucking-lutely out of her mind if she didn't
get into his pants right away. Or if he didn't get into her pants right
away. Well, she'd already been inside his pants. So far inside that
she could taste him. And she had! Boy, had she. Ok, this was not
working. She was so wet she was sure he could see if he'd just take
his eyes off the road for one second.

No, she didn't want that, not really. Yes she did. It was only a
half-hour ago that she given him the deluxe extended version of her
best blow job technique. She'd managed to explore every nook and
cranny of his hot not-so-little body 6 floors up, yes 'up'...'up'...
Six floors up at the construction site he was currently working at.
The slightly chilled air, the crystal clear, if inky black night all
around them, the stars above them. The fact that there were no
walls, only massive steel girders.

His girder was like steel. Steel covered with velvet that made her
want to hold on for dear life. She had to get a grip. She was delirious
with need and want. Wanting him. Again.

Wanting him inside her right now. She realized she was rhythmically
clenching his thigh faster and faster when he let out a little yelp and
told her, 'Geez, Scully, ease up. A man can only take so much.'

Take me, Mulder.

She released his thigh as he pulled out of the turn and they moved
along the straightaway. But her hand still rested on the top of his
thigh and she tried to spread his legs. It didn't work, though,
because the farther over he moved his right leg, the harder it was
to keep his foot on the gas pedal.

"Uh, Scully? Are you trying to tell me something?" He glanced at her
in the dark, the full moon casting just enough light on her face to
answer his question. He loved that look that said so much. 'Touch me,
Mulder.' 'Now.' 'There.' 'Harder, faster, Mulder.' 'Deeper.' Yup, that
was the look. He smirked.


~#~#~#~#~
But he hadn't forgotten what she'd just done for him. Every cell in his
body--mostly his lower body, still tingled. And he'd be damned, but
Mulder, Jr. was almost wide-awake again. She had that effect on him,
yes she did. A man his age ought to require a little more down time.

Not around Scully.

Now it was her turn. Or his turn.

Whichever way you wanted to look at it. All he knew was that he
owed her and he loved paying off his Scully debts when they involved
touching her, kissing her, tasting her, being inside her, tasting inside
her. And that's exactly what he had in mind. He was just waiting for
that right place.

"Where are we going, Mulder?" He heard the tight tension in her
voice; a combination of excitement she didn't want him to hear and
frustration. He supposed she was probably used to his need for the
element of surprise, but he was equally used to her need to be
'in the know'.

"It's a surprise, but we're almost there." He glanced at her once
again and then down at her small hand on his thigh. He'd thought
she might unstrap herself, but with the way he'd been driving,
driven by ScullyLust, she had no good reason to put her trust in his
ability to get them there in one piece. However, the safety belt didn't
seem to be hindering her reach much. Her fingers were groping his
inner thigh about as close to his crotch as she could get without
actually touching his almost-hard-on.

She could feel his heat through the denim and she really had to
question what she was doing. She wasn't selfish in the least, but
really, this was getting her nowhere fast. She'd even considered
touching herself, but that would've meant she'd have to
relinquish her hold on Mulder. And she just wasn't about to do
that, one of the perks about finally having crossed that line.
'That line'; it sounded so ominous... Being able to touch him
almost anytime she wanted. Having him do the same. It was as
if they couldn't get enough of each other.

The ride got bumpier and she hadn't noticed at first, so intent on
his thigh and his barely restrained cock was she. She withdrew
her hand as she turned to look out her window. A field. A
wide- open field in the middle of Nowhere, Vermont. Well, actually,
that wasn't true. She knew they were within the Burlington city
limits. A wide-open field in the middle of the Burlington city limits.
What the--?

"What the hell are we doing here?" Her words came out just a bit
more sharply than she intended them, but she had her good
reasons. She had visions of a few ways she could relieve the finely
coiled tension in her belly, pooling in her center, making her want
to rub her legs together to stave off some excess arousal.

Maybe if he pulled over right now, she could just shove the seat
back, rip open his jeans and sit herself down until he was buried
so deeply inside her she would no longer know the meaning of
the words, 'want' or 'need'. She'd plant her lips on his, search his
mouth for the meaning of universal invariance until neither of
them could breathe.

It was getting a little warm in the truck, but the good thing was
he was stopping it.

Before she knew it, he was at her door, pulling it open and her out.

~#~#~#~#~
Well, this was interesting. A field. Just her and Mulder. Alone.
A field? Mulder did have a penchant for the out of the ordinary
when it came to sex. And she wasn't one to complain...most of
the time.

She walked away from the truck, trying to ascertain why he'd
chosen this spot. The terrain was uneven; she'd nearly tripped and
twisted her ankle a few times already, and it was too rocky for
her tastes. Barren. Other than a few large boulders and a weather
beaten and downtrodden slatted fence, there wasn't a blessed
thing for as far as her eyes could see.

"Whadda you say we play, Scully?" Mulder stood behind her, his
hands on her shoulders, chin resting in her hair.

Her hands on her hips, she tipped her head back. "Play *what*?"

Moving alongside her, he slipped on arm around her shoulder,
buddy-buddy, and walked her toward the back of the truck. Idly
noting that he'd left the tailgate down, he moved them to stand a
gainst the back end. "Well..."

Uh-oh... She knew from experience that he was inventing, his
creative wheels turning.

"You remember how to play 'Hide 'n Go Seek', don't you?" He turned
his face toward her, his eyes imploring her to look up at him.

He wants to play. Oh, she wanted to play all right. Play with
him; let him play with her, a lot. "Yes I do, Mulder. A game for
anywhere from two to twenty, the more the merrier.  One person
volunteers to be 'It' and establishes a spot to serve as home base.
'It' closes his eyes and starts counting. The larger the playing
field, the higher the count. The players sneak off during the
counting and find places to hide. 'It' finishes counting and calls
out, 'Ready or not, here I come!' Then he 'seeks' the others while
they attempt to thwart his efforts by returning to home base
without being tagged."

"'Thwart', Scully? Does anyone actually use that word?"

He really was being quite maddening and his hand had begun to move,
his fingers somehow managing to knead her breast through her light
sweatshirt.

"You sound like you're quoting the Hide 'n Seek Rules. Did you ever
have fun when you played games, Scully?"  He had moved behind her
again. Damn the man could drive her to distraction. And she was sure
that was his plan. His arms wrapped around her in a close
approximation of a bear hug as his lips barely grazed the shell of her
ear, he whispered, "Have you ever heard of 'Strip Hide 'n Seek'?"

The feel of his moist, but firm lips on her skin and his hot breathy
words floating inside made her wonder just how she was supposed
to join in his game. Join in his game when she really wanted to just
melt back into him--and then start peeling away his clothes. And her
clothes and anything else that might be in the way of getting his
cock inside her as fast as possible.

How the hell was she supposed to last through a game of
Strip Hide 'n Seek? How about a variation? Maybe she would
propose they just keep it simple and play 'Strip'? She had it bad,
oh yes she did.

His tongue darted into her ear as one rather large hand with very
long, and probing, fingers found its way up under the hem of her
sweatshirt and splayed over her abs. Oh, god, Mulder. The flicking
and playful thrusting of his tongue was competing with his roving
Mulder Hand that had somehow found her already rather pointed
nipple through her satin bra. Before she could decide which would
win, his other hand joined the first and he paid quite a bit of
attention to both hard nubs.

"Mmmm, Mulder..." Her head thudded back into his chest as
she angled her head to give his tongue better access. Locking her
knees only helped marginally to keep her from losing her
balance. He was teasing her arousal past all possible limits.

Moving to nibble along the column of her throat, he explained,
"It's really very simple, Scully."

"Mwha? Ahhh" The sensations were overwhelming. She found
herself wondering if what research claimed was actually true;
the more times you came close to orgasm, but didn't, the
harder you'd explode, the farther over the edge you'd fall.
Well, she was probably going to enjoy this empirical study.
If she could remain coherent.

"I'll be 'It' first." His open mouth lay just behind her ear as his
lips applied light suction and then he continued...driving her
mad... "I'll count and you hide." The vibrations against her skin
sent shivers along her spine.

Regaining just a modicum of her senses, she asked, "Where am I going
to hide out here, Mulder?" She felt one hand work the clasp on her
bra between her breasts and before she had a chance to process this
new information, she had arched into his waiting hands. Her breath
came out in a 'whoosh' as she sighed his name.

"Someplace I can find you, Scully." He turned her suddenly; his
hands warm against her ass as her own hands circled his waist,
slipping into the back pockets on his levis. "Because *when* I
find you, you have to 'strip' off one item of clothing."

She nearly jumped when his hands roved yet again. Beneath the
elastic of her leggings and panties until she could feel his fingers
lightly raking against her, his thumbs trailing along her cleft. She
found herself incapable of restraint knowing it was probably
over-rated anyway. Over-rated when she was around him. God she
loved this man. And every damn inch of his body. She clutched at
him and ground herself against his surprisingly quite hard again
erection.

"Oh, god, Mulder, I--" She tipped her face upwards and felt the
stinging warmth of his lips as they touched hers. "How do we
decide who the winner is?"

Standing on tiptoes she tried to draw his denim-clad length closer
to where she needed it, her hands gripping his upper arms. She felt
the change in what he was doing inside her panties and her head
fell back, the cupping and kneading of her flesh making her
squirm. Which just happened to make him groan.

She sensed rather than felt his need to kiss her and since his
hands were otherwise occupied, she angled her mouth up to
meet his as he bent down over her. She wanted more, her fingers
hooking onto the collar of his flannel shirt and yanking him
closer still.

"Mmmm, Scully." With a flourish, he drew back and puppy dog licked
her face. "We both win in this game; it's just who wins first. No more
questions." He chuckled as she gasped when his right hand moved to
the side of her hip and his fingers grazed her curls. His lips at her ear
once again, he told her, "Now, move that very sexy little body of
yours so we can play."

She wanted to slap him or shove him or slap and shove him--slap that
very tight ass of his and then shove him down and ride him. Oh, god,
she hoped this game of his would end soon and he would win
because he'd stripped her of her leggings and panties and his jeans
and boxers first. However, in the meantime, she could tell by the
gleeful, just about 12 year old smile on his otherwise lustful face
that he wanted her to enjoy this just as much as he was. She
headed back over to the truck when he indicated that it would
serve as 'Home Base'.

"Ok, Scully, I'm going to count to ten and you have to run and hide.
You know the rules. If I find you and tag you, I get to choose
which article of clothing you remove first. Got it?"

He really was rather smug in his assumption that he had her or was
about to have her. Like he'd said, however, either way, they both
won.  But, she mused; she was also a pretty good game player having
grown up with two brothers. And Fox Mulder didn't stand a chance.
Nope, not at all, not if she had her way.

He turned toward the truck as she quickly surveyed the area around
her. It was vast and she was sure he'd already scouted out all the
possible hiding spots, committing them to that very sharp memory.
She found her hiding spot and was relatively sure he wouldn't
figure it out. Very sure that she'd be the one to 'earn' an article
of his clothing. Now all she had to do is figure out which one
she wanted most. She idly wondered whether he could be asked
to remove his boxers before he removed his jeans...

"I'm going to start counting now. Maybe you should prepare to
surrender something to me right now, Scully. Stave off the arguments
and rationalizations I know will come when I manage to tag you
before you can make it back to home base."

The smirk had to go.

"Mulder, maybe it's you who should be prepared. Now just start the
count." She knew he couldn't see the gleam in her eye or the slight
curl to her lips.

He had barely said '1' when she darted out into the field, making
sure he could hear the rustling and scratching of her deck shoes in
the dry grass, as she gave 'home base' a wide berth.  She then
doubled back, just as he was calling out, '7'.  Heading for the long
truck bed, she dropped to her knees and slid on her belly until she
was lying beneath the bumper. Home base was by the driver's side
door.

"10. Ready or not, here I come, Scully." His voice had grown
serious as if he'd just been given a new case and was eager to
pursue it.

She listened to his hiking boots crunch on the spiky crab grass as
he slowly moved away from the truck. Just the thought of winning
the round had her wanting to laugh. Instead, she clamped a hand
over her mouth and wiggled sideways to see where he was heading,
how far away he was.  She estimated that he'd move out about 30
yards and appeared to be heading for the largest boulder. <Way too
obvious, Mulder, but thank you!>

Slithering up a little closer to where the bed joined the cab, she
then squirmed her way out from underneath. "Home free, Mulder."
Holding onto the rounded hood, she jumped up and down, watching
him out standing in the field, hands on his hips.  Mulder didn't like to
lose. And he was about to 'lose' again.

"Doesn't count, Scully." He picked up his pace and as he reached the
vehicle, he pulled her into a bear hug embrace, her back to his chest.
"You cheated and I get the clothing." Self-satisfaction oozed from his
lips. And his hands started tugging on her sweatshirt.

"Not so fast, Game Master Mulder. You're the one who loses the
clothing this time and I want... I want" She moved out of his arms and
turned to regard him, the look of scrutiny obvious. "The flannel shirt
goes." She held out her hand, her face as straight as it could be
given her demand. As she took the shirt, tossing it aside, she
asked, "How did I cheat?"

Closing the distance between them, he walked her backwards toward the
rear end of the truck. As he backed her against it, he explained that
'hiding' meant not remaining around home base. He reached for her
waist, holding tightly as she batted his hands away and he continued
to quote the Strip Hide 'n Seek Rule Book, telling her that she caused
a flag on the play and was now bound for the penalty phase. He
lifted and placed her atop the dropped down tailgate.

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End part 1 of 2