Part 2/2
disclaimer in part one

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"The Penalty Phase?" Perched on the edge of the gate, she placed her
hands on his hips and hooked her heels around his calves, drawing
him nearer to her. "You do take your games rather seriously, Mulder."

She glanced to the waistband of his jeans, noticing that the game
was really arousing him and as her heels guided him just a bit
closer, he shimmied his hips slightly from side to side. The
combination of his slow grin and hip movement proved a little too
much for her.

She bet there was something very interesting 'hiding' in his pants
and she really wanted to do a little 'seeking' of her own.

Bending slightly to grip her upper arms, he felt her fingers curl
into his belt loops. "C'mere, Scully," he told her, helping her slide
just a bit forward. Her heels slipped from his calves as he
explained the Penalty Phase. "It means I get an article of your
clothing, too."

She idly let her fingers wander from the loops and walk their way
to the flap covered zipper, as she shook her head, telling him she
didn't believe him. Telling him she didn't believe him even though
she wanted nothing more than to shed her sweatshirt, her leggings
and her bra and panties and have him do her right where she sat.

Instead she told him, "My turn, Mulder. I'm 'It' and you hide. Then,
when I find you before you manage to make it to Home Base, I get
those jeans." For emphasis, she undid the top button and let her
index finger trace a path from his navel to just under the waistband
of his boxers.  She smiled like a temptress when he sucked in a
breath along with his abs, allowing a few more fingers to join the
first. Yes indeed, there was something inside those jeans that she
intended to set free...

"You're not playing fair, Scully. You can't just 'take' an article of
clothing--"

"Shut up, Rule Boy."  Leaning forward, she pushed the hem of his
tee out of her way and tongued his navel for emphasis. Just to make
sure he'd heard her, she unbuttoned one more button and grasped
just the tip of his rather firm penis. Her smile grew as his
eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbones and he pumped against
her hand. Before he could establish a good rhythm, she removed
her hand, not without a slight 'flourish', and released him. "Your
turn to hide," was all she told him as she shoved him away and
jumped down.

Mulder's hands reached for his button fly, but he didn't get very far.

"Uh, uh, leave them." She pushed him away from her and scooted
off the end of the gate.  Turning her back she began to count.
When she didn't hear him moving, she warned, "Get your butt out of
here or your losing the jeans and the boxers, Mulder."  His snort of
laughter was contagious and she started her count over again.

"1, 2--"

He quickly located the largest rock grouping in the field and
squatted down behind it, sure he'd have plenty of time to beat her
back to Home. He reasoned that his much longer legs could overtake
her in no time. Overtake her; back her up against some hard surface
with no way out. Grab her wrists in one hand and hold them over
her head.

"5, 6--"

Place his palm on her bare skin under her sweatshirt as he released
her wrists. Make short work of her bra, lifting the fleecy garment
until he could taste her nipples, flicking them with his tongue till
she moaned and writhed. He was partial to 'moaning and writhing
Scully'. Yes he was. Even more so when she was soft and warm
and pliant beneath his hardness and heat and strength, drawing his
steely length inside her deeper and deeper... She was counting,
he had to pay attention.

"9, 10-- Ready or not, here I come, Mulder."

<Exactly, Scully.>

She tricked him. Plain and simple. She was inventing rules as
she went along. As he did. Not fair.

She wouldn't leave Home Base to look for him because she'd
known all along where he'd go. Given the scarcity of hiding places
and his overall size, he was limited. So, she simply strolled around
the back end of the truck and turned around again, watching with
amusement as he left the outcropping and attempted to dart
toward Home. It wasn't working.

"We haven't got all night, Mulder. I think there's probably something
in your Rule Book that says the 'hider' has to head for Home on the
same day the game was begun." She taunted him, knowing full well
he could hear her just fine in the silent night air.

"You're playing dirty, Scully. You're supposed to come find me."

"I *did* find you. Now, get that fine butt of yours back here so you can
surrender your jeans and your boxers to me."

She was laughing. At him. And she was enjoying herself immensely.
Truth be told, so was he. They never seemed to have as much time
alone together without other demands as they wanted. Aside from
tonight, the only other time he could recall them having some
sporting fun was the night about a year ago  when he'd assumed the
role of Fox Mantle and presented her with batting lessons for her
'very late or very early' birthday. He'd taught her a few things about
baseball and she'd taught him a few things about how certain parts of
their anatomy fit very nicely together. God, the thought of her
behind pushing back into him and the way she swiveled her hips just
so, trapping his turgid cock between them went straight from his
brain to his current hard-on. He had to get inside her.

Now.

Preferably sooner than now.

He darted for the truck, picking up speed, sure he could zig while
she zagged and tag Home before she could tag him. However, as
he'd learned over the years, their relationship was pretty much
50-50. Sometimes he won and sometimes she did. Either way,
they both won in this situation.

She made a decent show of trying to tag him before he reached the
truck, but she knew she wouldn’t have to. He had to get past her to
tag it and he wasn't going to get by her if she had her way. He was
lithe and agile and usually moved with an athlete's grace. But she
was quick and equally agile. And closer to where he was trying to
get.

As he got closer to her, he made a feeble show of trying to touch
the tailgate on either side of her, but she countered by lunging for
him. No way--he wasn't going to lose his clothes until he had her at
his mercy. Preferably sans *her* clothing and very prone. So, it
was time to change the rules again.

Standing just outside her arm's length reach, he stopped, arms
crossed over his chest, hands under his arms. And he watched her
puzzling to figure out what he was up to. Before she had a chance to
guess, he took off, running pell mell to the front end.  He heard the
plaintive tone in her voice, loving the way it sounded sort of
girlish as she almost whined his name, drawing out the last
syllable, "Muhhlderrr...you're not playing fair. Get back here."

Damn he could be infuriating. Talk about extended foreplay. She'd
die before she got to come. Her nipples were still teased tight from
their last encounter and she was seriously wet. And she wanted to
shove his smirking laughter right back down his throat...with her
tongue as she held his head angled to her mouth. Fine. She'd play it
his way, but she'd won fair and square.

When she rounded the driver's side, he wasn't there. She passed the
grille and as she headed toward the passenger side, she turned, the
stone he'd tossed in front of her distracting her. Before she knew
what hit her, she felt his arm snake around her waist, sending her
colliding back into him. His other arm joined the first in a great
big reverse bear hug, lifting her off the ground.

"You lose, Scully." His breath was hot as he whispered the words
and then nibbled the shell of her ear.


"Put me down!" She knew she'd have a hard time convincing him
she was serious when she was shivering from the sensation of his
very stiff penis pressed between them. What she probably had
wanted to say was, 'Put me down, Mulder and then allow me to impale
myself on that very luscious feeling cock of yours.' Her wittiness
decreased in direct proportion to the increase in her arousal. Oh, god.

He was nearly toppled as she bent her knees and braced her sneakers
against the side fender of the truck and drove herself backwards.
But, other than a few stutter steps, her actions netted her nothing
more than his low and throaty laugh--and a tighter grip on her.

"'Down' is good, but--", his words were lost to her heels kicking at
his shins. His balance was lost immediately after she succeeded in
breaking his hold on her and ran around to the back of the truck.
Brushing off his butt and slightly wounded pride, he sing-songed
"You are so mine, Scully."

He didn't hear her, 'Yes I am, Mulder', but that didn't stop him
from bolting after her. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Are you going to stare at me or take your consolation prize,
G-Man?" The look of surprise, amusement and unadulterated lust
flitted across the depths of his eyes like a fast-moving storm
front. The sight of his partner and his friend and lover sitting dead
center on the tailgate, her bare legs spread as they hung over the
edge, and her rather dainty bare feet, was much more than he'd
expected or hoped for. And the fact that she was holding her 
leggings out to him was just an afterthought.

One swipe of his hand snatched them from her . He drew
nearer, her name on his lips, "Scully, Scully, Scully", and wrapped
the stretchy garment around her shoulders tugging it to pull her to
him as he flexed his hips.  Bringing his mouth to hers..his tongue
invading and stabbing with coiled fury.  Emboldened by her
fingers grasping the back of his neck and tugging on the shorter
hairs, he let go of the leg coverings and nearly pawed at her head,
the kiss deepening.

She had no purchase as she tried to draw her legs up under her to
kneel or stand or hell, she didn't know what position she needed
to be in, she just knew she'd waited long enough and had to have
him--or let him have her--right now. Hadn't he mentioned
something earlier about it being 'her turn', her randy mind pondered?

Kissing was good. Kissing Mulder was a very intimate experience--wet
and hot and firm and demanding. Like loving Mulder and letting him
love her. Which was exactly what she wanted him to do right away.

The metal was cold beneath her; his truck had no bedliner, but her core
temperature was probably hot enough now to melt steel.  Steel
sheathed in thin suede and hidden under just so much denim. Right in
front of her. So near, yet so far away. "Mulder, your jeans," was all
she got out before her hands ineffectually tried to free him. No
more words were possible as he nipped at her lower lip and
unbuttoned his pants.

She'd managed to rise to her knees, but the widely spaced grooves
below her skin made that a little uncomfortable. Besides, once
Mulder had managed to divest himself of his clothing, she found
herself seated again. In the perfect position to touch his rather
impressive erection. Better than any stick shift she'd ever driven,
he felt more powerful and much hotter.

"Uh uh," the sound was barely audible, more a state of mind or
mood.   He held her wrist, halting her stroking, drawing her eyes
up to his as he pulled her hand away. "I said it was your turn. And
you know me, Scully, it may take awhile, but I always keep my
promises. Always."

She melted from the finality and truth of his statement as he
squatted and then shifted to rest on his knees.  His hands at
her waist, he dipped his face to her crotch, his nose playfully
nudging her, and she moaned a long drawn out 'Muhllllderrrrrr'.

"That would probably feel much better if my lips and nose
were there, wouldn't it?"

Resonating vibrations against her center, even through the silk,
made her giddy with need. "Oh god, yes..."

He was in quite the hurry, she mused, but the small smirk on her
lips vanished rather suddenly as her bare ass connected with the
flatbed. And honestly, she had to admit she was probably in an even
bigger hurry. The man's oral skills were possibly his finest. 'No',
she amended to herself, '*one* of his finest...' as she looked down at
his penis jutting forward as if it were seeking what he had recently
stripped. Further such musings came to an abrupt end when he
spread her legs and buried his face in her.

Ate her like a starving man who'd just been given a sample of his
favorite food. She tasted sweet and dusky as his lips found her clit
and gently teased and suckled.

One hand on his head, she held him to her as she leaned back on
her other hand for support. Sensory overload. A fine and apt
description for what she was feeling as the very tip of his tongue
traced a path from just above her bundle of nerves down through
her folds with agonizing deliberateness and then back up with
fleeting finesse.

And then he stopped, although his eyes sought hers from the vee of
her legs. A cross between a growl and a whisper found its way to
her ears as he stated, "We both won, Scully," right before two
fingers curled upward and entered her. Their eyes locked as he paused
to find her g-spot. A lingering touch had her scrambling for leverage as
her hips lifted toward him. "Like that, huh?"

His smugness was sometimes rivaled only by his ability to drive
her insane with the throes of passion. "Shut up,
Mulder and--"

Her words ceased and her eyes rolled back as he added his thumb
on her most sensitive spot. The flesh of his hips felt cold and hot
and firm beneath her heels as she reflexively gripped him and
his fingers finally allowed the waves to crash over her. Allowing
the feeling of his still present, but gentler pressure, to ease her
down.

But he wasn't finished... Not at all.

Withdrawing his hand, he stood.  "Mulder." The one word registered
somewhere within a still-functioning part of his brain, but the only
answer he found was to lean over her far enough to touch her lips
with his. A searing touch, one that allowed her to share the taste
of her sex with him.

She couldn’t possibly be expected to process each sensation as it
happened. And he was creative, she thought, as his fingers still
coated with her wetness, brushed over her nipples, first one and
then the other, switching to tugging just this side of painful. Causing
her to make a few undefineable sounds, sharing his creative
abilities. Her whole body arched to meet his.

His red-haired partner and lover. She really was gorgeous. Her
hair cascading around and away from her face, her chest and torso
like fine alabaster in the moonlight and her legs right where they
should be--wrapped around him. He smiled slowly, gazing into
her as he guided his penis to her opening.

No more. She couldn't wait any longer and he was teasing her
with the tip, holding himself just inside, then pulling back. Sitting
up partially, she once again dug her heels into his hips and
grabbed his waist. "Mulder, move."

"We should play Strip Hide 'n Seek more often, Scully."

He wants to joke *now*?

But he wasn't joking as he flexed his hips sinking himself into her.
Damn she felt good pulsing around him, drawing him in deeper
until he never wanted to find his way out again.

She didn't want him to take his time, to wait for her. She needed
thrusting and plunging and their bodies joined in that place where
they seemed to connect so perfectly. She drew herself as close to
him as she could and let her hands reach around to his ass,
signaling him to get to work.

Mulder was very good at reading her; always had been, always
would be. He interpreted the rather aggressive feel of her fingers
digging into his flesh to mean she wanted it rougher. He could
do rough.

Scully matched him stroke for stroke and placed one hand against
his lower abs, one finger playfully mimicking the sex act--in and
out, in and out. It had the desired effect, she noted, as his
pace picked up and he threw his head back.

He surprised her when he touched her where they were joined.

And she tipped her head up to look at him as she came.

He followed her with a few erratic hip swivels and one final push
and then stilled, leaning down to kiss her more tenderly.

"When did it get so cold out here, Scully?" He didn't want to move
from her, their body heat still raging between them, but other
rather exposed areas were chilling quickly.

"When we stopped moving? When we noticed we're mostly naked?" She
smiled that perfect Scully Smile he loved so much as she laughed.
Releasing his hips, she carefully drew back and sighed at the loss of his
contact. Taking his penis in her hand, she grasped him gently, watching
his eyes as he glanced down.

"That's all she wrote for tonight." He continued to watch as she let his
penis go, taking his hand in hers Reaching down, he grabbed her
leggings and panties and handed them to her. He then shook out his
jeans and boxers and tugged them back on.

"C'mere." Motioning to him, she slid back from the edge and pulled
on her clothing.

She looked so small sitting cross-legged in the bed of the Dakota as
he climbed up to join her. Moving them over to the panel, he drew
her between his spread knees, his arms cradling her against him,
his chin in her hair.

"That was a very inventive game, Mulder. Even for you." She hooked
her arms around his calves and leaned back against his chest.

"I've got plenty more where that came from...but not tonight," he told
her, between planting kisses in her hair.

Just before she turned her head up and back, she added, "But next
time, I'm checking the Rule Book first."

Rule Book, Schmule Book, he thought, just before his lips met hers.

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