Title:       Not Quite Yet
Writers:     Eris and Nancy
Rating:      NC-17...eventually
Keywords:    PWP, smut, silliness
Summary:     Our intrepid Agents return home after a case that
             doesn’t pan out.  Smut ensues. Assume a prior 'relationship'.
Disclaimer:  These characters most definitely belong to Chris
             Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox TV. We just wanted to have
             some fun with them.
Notes:       A self-imposed challenge jointly written in one, two
             or three sentence alternating parts while on vacation in Los
             Angeles, July 2001. Challenge items located at the end of
             this fic.
Archive:     Ask first, please.
 
Feedback gratefully accepted:
             
             Eris:   spookysbabe@hotmail.com
             Nancy:  abracadabra1754@hotmail.com

part 1 of 2
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Not Quite Yet
*************

Tired and frustrated, Scully trudged through the children's
playground, trailing behind Mulder who, even at this hour of the
night, was full of cheerful exuberance.  Having recently returned
from yet another of her partner's wild alien goose chases, Scully
wanted nothing more than a hot tub and a good night's sleep.

As ever, she was destined to get neither.  "Mulder, what do you
think you're doing?" Scully queried as she watched him walking
toward the seesaw, "it looks like a storm's coming."
"Awwww, c'mon, Scully," he coaxed her teasingly, "Haven't you ever
wanted to renew those childhood memories?"

"Mulder, my childhood memories do *not* include getting stranded in a
playground in a storm. Feel free to relive your *own* memories."

"I'd rather relive yours, "Mulder said, winking at her. "There's a
certain little redheaded girl in pigtails who is unfortunately
absent from my childhood reminiscences."

Scully flushed, color rising in her cheeks at the meaning behind
his words, but she decided to meet his challenge head on. Digging
into her pocket for the hair ties she used during autopsies, she
made some hasty modifications to her coiffure before asking, "Is
this what you had in mind, Mulder?"  Mulder smiled mischievously
at his partner as he edged closer to the seesaw.

"C'mere, Scully."

"Mulder," she said warningly, unsure of quite what his intentions
were.  He reached a hand out to her, pulling her toward him. "I
always loved the seesaw, Scully," he murmured into her ear.
"That swift thrust upward into the air and then coming down, hard
and fast--it always did something for me".

Before she could respond, Mulder guided her to one side of the
seesaw and quickly moved to the other seat. "Are you ready for a
little demonstration, Scully?"

Not waiting for a response, he sat down heavily and Scully's side
of the seesaw catapulted into the air. "Mulder, get me down from
here!"

Mulder wished he had a camera; the startled look on his red headed,
pigtailed partner with her high-heeled feet dangling in mid-air was
too precious for mere words. "Sure thing," he responded, his tone a
little too enthusiastic.

Scully hastened to qualify her demand. "And I mean *gently*
Mulder."

True to his word, Mulder set Scully down *gently*--and walked
around to sit behind her, contracting his strong thigh muscles to lift
them off the ground.  Covertly savoring the feeling of Mulder's firm
body pressed closely against her own soft, firm flesh, Scully
blessed the law of gravity, which forced Mulder's pelvis forward
flush against her.  Holding their position, Mulder leaned forward,
his arms reaching around her.  His hands covered hers as they held
onto the small, looped handle between her legs. As ever, he
marveled at how tiny Scully was.

She took a deep breath, letting it out with a 'whoosh' as Mulder
lowered them to the ground. As the seat hit the dirt, she was
forced back into Mulder's groin and felt an unmistakable reminder
of just how much he loved the seesaw.

Despite the playground heat being generated on one end of the
seesaw, the gathering storm clouds threatened a washout.  As the
clouds advanced, obliterating the last rays of light, black shadows
possessed the playground, leaving Mulder and Scully in darkness.
"So, Scully," Mulder whispered into her ear, "do your childhood
memories include playing outside in the rain?"

"Yeah, but they’re not memories I care to relive while wearing what
is a very expensive, dry-clean only suit," she told him acerbically.

As she turned to walk back toward the car, the skies opened,
instantly drowning them in buckets of cold rain. Scully looked
daggers at him, blaming him, most unjustly, for the downpour, but
Mulder was unfazed. "You’re so wet, Scully," he murmured,
making the most of the double meaning, "does that mean you’re
ready to play in the rain with me?"

Her red hair totally darkened, she pulled the ties from her
pigtails, shed her suit jacket and stood, hands on hips, staring
up at her equally wet partner.  "Is this answer enough, Mulder?"

His full attention fixed on the way Scully’s shirt, made completely
transparent by the water, clung to her luscious curves, Mulder’s
vocal chords were operating without input from his brain.

"Huh, what? Oh, yeah. Scully, great."

Scully wiped the water from her brow and stepped closer to him,
her hands making quick work of his jacket, allowing it to fall
unceremoniously into the mud alongside hers. "Well, then, let’s see
some movement here, Mulder--or is your body as frozen as your
voice seems to be?"

"Not at all," he replied, his brain kick-starting into action at the
prospect of playtime with Scully.  "My body works just fine.
Care for a demonstration?"

Knowing Mulder would always rise to the occasion, Scully smirked
and began to unbutton his shirt.  As his hands reached for her
blouse, large hailstones joined the torrential rain. Scully,
hunched over to protect her face from the stinging hail, raced for
the car. Mulder bent to grab their forgotten jackets from the mire,
hastening to catch up with his petite partner, chivalrously draping
both jackets over her to offer her maximum protection from the
hailstones.

Before she could open the front passenger’s door, Mulder reached
for the backdoor, ushering her inside amidst various questions and
comments.  But, once inside, her voice trailed off into silence as
Mulder started to strip off his wet clothes, revealing his nicely
toned body.  Recognizing the practicality of his actions and
moving past her natural inclinations to protest, Scully followed
suit.

Busy unzipping his pants, he could not resist taking the
opportunity to stare, as Scully quickly and efficiently divested
herself of her wet garments. Suddenly noticing her gooseflesh
as he felt his own, Mulder leaned across the front seat to start
the car and turn on the heater and defroster.  He also grabbed
the single blanket he always stuffed under the seat and huddled
under it, holding his arms out invitingly.  Scully looked at him
suspiciously, but nevertheless accepted his unspoken offer, and
inched along the seat to snuggle under the blanket with him.
Feeling the triple warmth from the heater, the blanket and his body,
Scully debated asking the obvious question. Her better judgment

forced her to ask him why they didn’t just drive home.

"Because I’ve got wet feet, Scully," he answered her, his tone
expressing his astonishment that she had overlooked this fact,
"I could catch pneumonia if I don’t dry off right now."

Her doctor side was all ready to tell him that that was *not* how
you caught pneumonia, but the side of Scully that was all woman
prompted her to keep her mouth shut and enjoy this intimate contact
with a near-naked Mulder while she could.

The fact that the storm was subsiding went entirely unnoticed as
two shivering bodies drew closer still. Mulder’s lips finding
Scully’s hot and firm. Leaning into him, her hands wandered over
his bare back, as he ran his fingers into her tousled red locks.
Those initial touches spurred renewed desire as her hands moved
lower trying desperately to reach his ass.  The next second, their
ardor was cooled as a particularly heavy hailstone shattered the
rear windshield of their car, showering the unlucky Agents with
glass fragments. Shocked and concerned about possible, inexplicable
injuries, Mulder swept glass fragments away from and off of them
both.

"Um, Scully?  Looks like we’re just not going to get any breaks
tonight."

Scully sighed in reluctant agreement.  Pulling Mulder’s head down
into her lap so she could pick the pieces of glass from his hair,
Scully began to consider what options were left to them.
"Mulder, let’s get the glass cleaned up and get out of here.
Wouldn’t you say ‘fate’ is telling us something?"

"*I* might say that, Scully, but what would you call it?"

"I’d call it divine intervention, Mulder, now get moving."

He shot her a woebegone look, but did as she bade him without
argument. With only one sigh for what might have been, Mulder
helped them move to the front seat where they pulled on still damp
pants and shirts.

As they were leaving the area, Scully noticed strange lights coming
from the building directly across the street. Knowing Mulder’s
feelings with regard to strange lights, Scully inwardly debated
whether or not to call his attention to the phenomenon. In the
interests of getting to a hot bath as speedily as possible, to keep
quiet about it and hope Mulder wouldn’t notice the lights for
himself.  But as she turned and saw the rapt expression on his
face, she knew her hope was in vain.

"Hey, Scully!" he said with more enthusiasm than he had just
recently displayed for their near-steamy affair, "do you see those
lights?"

She let out yet another sigh; this one dripping with exasperation
and resignation knowing she needn’t reply. Mulder was already
heading towards the building without even a glance behind to see if
she was following. Feeling slightly irritated at his arrogant
assumption that she would tag along behind him, and, feeling even
more irritated at herself for doing just that, Scully trailed
across the road after him.

"Mulder, we can’t just walk in uninvited and it doesn’t look as if
the building is occupied.  I don’t even see any doors or windows at
street level."  Her partner, never one to miss an opportunity,
however hidden it might be, headed straight for the hanging, rusty,
fire escape ladder on the north side of the building.

"Mulder, you can’t go up there," Scully pointed out in an eminently
reasonable tone of voice. "The metal’s rusted through, it’s
obviously unsafe, you’d more than likely break your neck trying
to..." Her words of caution went unheeded as Mulder
high-tailed it up the ladder and, as usual, Scully gave up the
struggle.

"Mulder, wait for me."

Just as he reached the fifth rung, his left foot broke through,
causing him to slide backward, toward Scully.  She managed to back
away from the ladder before he knocked her over.

***
end part one