Part 2/3
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"Are we almost there?" She draws his face away from her neck and up 
to where it will taste better. Her lips find his and she's overcome 
with  want...<I want to touch him...lots of him.> She steps into him as 
the  elevator lurches on the cables and she uses the momentum to 
move  away from the wall. Realizing she has little leverage with 
her hands on his neck, she slides them down his arms, then to 
his waist and they fall to his hips and move to his ass.  A natural 
progression, a rather intoxicatingly comfortable resting place for 
her hands. 

"Uh, mmm, Scully." His equipment finds a welcome home against her 
abdomen as the feel of her hands cupping and gripping and pulling 
him toward her sinks in. "Oh, god." 

She intones a godly name or two herself as she sizes up what he has 
to offer and makes a tough decision to trade the feel of his butt 
for the feel of his hard-on; one hand on each.

"How much further to the top? I'm not sure how much longer I can go 
without getting a better look and a much better feel, Mulder." The 
single, 75-watt light bulb hanging from the ceiling frame weaves and 
bobs with the motion of the rising lift, but it provides just enough 
light after the shadows to allow him to see the mischievous glint 
in her eyes.

"Too far, Scully, too far." He holds his palm against her cheek, his
fingers touching her eyebrow, as the other hand covers hers pressed 
against his straining bulge. With a breathy wisp of air, she tells him 
that she most certainly likes the way this particular stick shift 
handles, but she really wants to put it through its paces some more. 
To clearly demonstrate her meaning, her hand forms around the length 
and width of him and strokes upward. She finds herself with her back 
to the wall again, but she's not complaining as his mouth covers hers 
once more and her tongue slips in and slides out.  A sweet heat 
envelopes her and she swears she can feel him burning inside his 
jeans. She stokes his fire some more.

Neither realizes they've reached the top, even when the car thuds 
to a stop, the breaks on the cables screeching and the wire mesh 
'door' clattering to rest in the open position. It's difficult for these 
sounds to be heard when her heart beat is so loud and he's so hot 
and so very hard in her hand. Not to mention the feel of his 
jean-clad ass cheek beneath her fingers that don't want to seem to 
let him go.

He is equally intoxicated by the feel of her full breast in his hand 
as his fingers squeeze and his thumb brushes roughly--to 
compensate for the thin sweatshirt that tries to keep him from her 
skin--across her already peaked nub.  His lips also tingle as if it 
were possible for electricity to be conducted from her very moist 
and quite hot yet pliable lips.

The first to come up for air, Scully looks skyward noting that the 
stars are closer now--those in the heavens as well as those in her 
partner's eyes. Those eyes are asking why they've stopped kissing as 
he thrusts his hips into her hand; the hand that won't seem to let go 
of him. Not that he's complaining. But he wants a little something 
more and doesn't want to have to go far to get it. 

His hands frame her face, his fingers twining in her hair as he tips 
her head to meet his eyes. With one bent knee parting her thighs, 
he pushes against her, first tentatively and then not-so tentatively. 
The look in her eyes tells him she liked the connection just as much 
as he did. And he does it again. And yet again.

But it's not enough. She wants more of him touching more of her. 
And damn it, she wants his ass in her hands. Now. Pulling him to her 
as she kneads and gropes his butt produces the lowest of growls from 
deep inside him and sends a surge through her core. She's so wet for 
him that she's not sure she'll make it for the tour of his work site.

"Mulder, I still want more...of you..." She wraps one of her legs 
around his thigh, hooking her shoe to hold him to her.

He tells her she's 'got much more of him coming' as he grabs her 
other leg and lifts her until they are face to face. She purrs as he 
asks her if he's 'right where she wants him now'.

"Is this safe?" She asks as the car groans with their exertions and 
with them as he thrusts against her.  She doesn't wait for his 
answer and simply tightens her legs around his hips, her arms 
around his neck and her mouth over his. She realizes that he 
probably couldn't answer her anyway.

As if they can't get enough of each other's mouths, their heads 
turn and tilt, changing the angle as their tongues stab and probe 
and their lips bruise and nip.

The swaying and straining of the car around them seems to go 
unnoticed at this point.

When she comes up for air, she tells him with her hands where she
needs to feel his erection most. Except for the thin cotton of her 
leggings and her panties, she's open to him and sure he can feel her 
wetness through his jeans. She wriggles until he's grinding directly 
over her clit and clutches his jean-clad butt.  All she can manage 
to utter are a few syllables that begin with 'Muhl...' and all 
seem to end with 'harderfuckohgod'.  

He suddenly feels her thighs tighten around him as her body stills. 
Just when he's sure she's about to lose control, with one hand, he 
positions her arms over her head and against the wall, lifting her
just slightly. His lips seek hers and he searches for the depths of 
her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the thrusting of his hips.

There is nowhere for her wordless sounds to go except deep 
inside him.

He lightly kisses her lips as he releases her hands, feeling her 
motionless against him as the waves subside. "Mmmm, Scully..."

She smiles as she strokes his face and his arm. "Mmmm, Mulder?" 
She slides down his body and attempts to stand on her own rubbery 
legs.  "Is it getting a little chilly in here?"

He answers her with his body, drawing her into his arms, his hands 
reaching up under her sweatshirt to warm her back. "Do you want to 
leave, Scully?" As his hands continue to explore her skin, 
criss-crossing her waist and her shoulder blades, his fingers dance
across her bra strap.

"What're you doing, Mulder?" She asks, although she's pretty sure 
she knows the answer. His hands don't lie but they do tease.  She 
gasps as those nimble fingers manage to unclasp her bra and his 
hands manage to knead her breasts.  

As she backs him out of the lift, she verifies the fact that he's 
still very aroused and very hard. "Is that your jackhammer 
Mulder or are you just very happy to see me?"

Now it's his turn to gasp. He's shown great restraint, but is 
finding it more and more difficult to maintain his composure.  
"Do you really have to ask?"

Her fingers are already on is waistband, tugging him toward her. 
Unwilling to relinquish her hold on him, she stands on her tip toes, 
her sneakers proving a slight disadvantage to planting the kiss she 
desperately wants to give him. He's such a willing partner, she 
knows he'll help her out.

And as he slips his tongue halfway down her throat, she unbuttons 
his fly, finding the hardness beneath his boxer briefs quite 
fascinating. So fascinating that she experiences a tingling low in 
her belly that sends shivers and jolts of heat simultaneously 
rippling in scattered patterns all over her body. But it's his turn 
now and she's found something she wants to play with.

Beginning to work his jeans down around his hips, she breaks the 
seal he had on her mouth. But their lips remain parted, mere inches 
from each other, poised on the brink. He turns his head fractionally 
to one side; she turns to the other. Her tongue darts out to touch 
him, he pulls back. Before she can regroup, he leans in to nip at 
her lush lower lip with his teeth. Their mouths dance and parry as 
her fingers skitter and flutter over him with aching slowness.

"You know, Mulder, I *really* think I can help you out, here.
" Never letting go of his jeans, she strolls around him until she's 
standing directly behind him. She notices that he's holding himself 
very still, almost as if he's trying to anticipate her next move. 
Knowing what her plan entails she scans the area close by, the small 
shed with the hinged door plainly in sight.

"What're you doing back there?"  He attempts to turn around, but her 
hand against his shoulder stops him, rooting him to his spot.

Sure he'll await her next touch or words, she bends down and finds a 
few drop cloths neatly folded, probably relatively clean.  Her quick 
and somewhat furtive movements attract his attention briefly, but 
before he can ask any questions, she has tossed a few of them 
around his feet. 

She moves behind him again and, leaning closer to touch her forehead 
to his back, she lets her hands slip between the denim and cotton 
knit, moving from his hips to his ass cheeks and back over his hips
again. Drawing her body almost flush with his, her arms wrap 
around his waist and abdomen.

"Is this your idea of 'helping' me?"  He sucks in his breath as one 
of her palms lays flat against his skin just above his navel and her 
other hand ventures to the thermal, velvety skin over his penis. 
When her thumb dips into his navel and her other fingers wrap 
around him, he is quite sure he's a goner.  "Uh, Scully? Maybe 
this isn't such a good idea."

However, she thinks it's a fine idea. Being so high above the 
ground, the starlight and moonlight creating a most interesting 
night sky and the twinkling lights over the lake in the distance 
offer a breath-taking view. The fact that they are balanced on the 
plank flooring between widely spaced steel girders in the dark of 
the September night only adds to the allure.

"Mulder? Are you listening to me?"  She withdraws her hands and 
works his jeans down to his ankles.

He nods as she straightens up and slips her hands along his hips 
inside his boxer briefs.

"That's very good because I want you to know exactly where I'm going 
from here." She punctuates 'here' by squeezing the head of his penis
 between her thumb and forefinger.

"Scuhhlee..."

His response pleases her...greatly...and she squeezes him once again 
as her other hand, high on his hip gently holds him against her. She 
moves her hands again, very happy to keep him guessing and one 
travels under his flannel shirt and tee, seeking his small and firm 
nipples while the other strokes his shaft. Just once. 

He hisses her name and she imagines him biting his lower lip; the one
she'd like to bite if she could be in two places at the same time.

Teasingly, she tells him, "Hold still, partner." 

He feels her warm and slightly damp hands exploring him inside his 
boxers and he does bite his lip. She's torturing him with the 
mesmerizing slowness and he's exercising every last molecule of 
self-control to let her plan spin out to its conclusion.  He believes he 
may have lost a minute or two of time when he finds his boxers with 
his jeans...at his ankles. 

And she's no longer standing; he feels the loss of her heat at his 
back although her fingertips seem to be tracing and defining the 
space on either side of his spine and the dip in his lower back. 
As if she's memorizing it. 

She pushes the tails and hem of his shirts to one side and French 
kisses the base of his spine giving equal attention to the lip and 
tongue action until he's moaning and rocking on his feet. She helps 
steady him by wrapping her right arm around his thigh and holding 
his hip with her left hand. Since it's quite apparent that she loves 
the taste of his skin and he loves the feel of her mouth on him, she 
continues.

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end part 2