Part 2 of 2
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"I hate to say ‘I told you so’, Mulder, but--" Ignoring his injured
expression, she continued, "Now that you’ve proved the dangers for
yourself, can we please forget the lights and go somewhere I can
dry off and change my clothes?"  Mulder *appeared* to give Scully’s
request due consideration--for all of about ten seconds--and then
proceeded up the ladder again.  As he climbed up over the
now-missing rung, he called down to her, "Scully, c’mon, the view’s
great from up here."

"Actually, Mulder," she muttered, carefully pitching her voice so
that he wouldn’t quite hear her, "The view’s pretty good from down
here, too." Eyeing his backside with appreciation, she began to
climb the ladder behind him.  Without stopping or turning around,
he thanked her.  Mulder reached the square, flat roof, swinging his
leg over the brick balustrade.  "Move those little legs, Agent."

Ignoring his flippant comment, Scully hauled herself over what was,
to someone of her height, a considerable obstacle, landing in an
inelegant sprawl at Mulder’s feet. Raising an eloquent eyebrow,
daring him to utter a word, Scully picked herself up and dusted
herself off. "Ok, Mulder, we’re here. Now what?"

Biting back three or four witty retorts, Mulder pointed to the
vaulted skylight ahead of them. The steel framed windows allowed
them to looked down into what appeared to be an empty studio
apartment n the midst of interior decorating; one wall half papered.
What caught Mulder’s eye was the intermittent flashing of a
Strobe-type light attached to the far ceiling.

With an uncomfortable feeling that she knew what Mulder’s next
intention was, Scully began to argue her case. "Mulder, look,
you’ve found out what the light was, there’s nothing here calling
for investigation, this is obviously private property, and you
can’t--" Mulder, ignoring her words of reason, clambered through the
skylight and dropped into the room below.

Deciding to at least check out the surroundings while her partner
was busy chasing bright lights, She walked over to the partially
papered wall, noting the subtle, champagne, tone-on-tone striping.
As she backed up from the wall, her partner was backing up.  The
shock of the collision had them instantly spinning round to see what
they’d bumped, Mulder, with lightning quick reflexes, flung his arm
out to catch Scully around the waist and haul her to him.  "You
really should watch where you’re going, Scully," he murmured in a
low tone.

Noticing both the sensation of his smooth voice in her ear and the
still somewhat wetness of their clothing---not necessarily in that
order--she searched his eyes.  Before she could reply to his comment
regarding her sense of direction, she noticed the trail of wallpaper
stuck to his shoe.

"Mulder," she leant forward and whispered seductively, "I think you
have a little situation down there that I could help you out with."
As her hands ran down his torso, Mulder started to wonder
hopefully just what she might mean, and, when she dropped to her
knees in front of him, his heart wasn’t the only organ to get
excited.  Scully steadied herself by holding onto Mulder’s left
thigh as she reached down to his right shoe.

"Lift it up for me, Mulder," she said as she prepared to grasp the
paper from the sole of his shoe.  His entire attention focused on
the fact that Scully’s little hand was gripping his upper thigh,
Mulder’s sole response was a highly coherent, "Huh?"

"Your foot, Mulder," Scully said with exaggerated patience, tugging
on the leg of his pants to emphasize her meaning. "Lift."  A deep
shade of crimson staining his cheeks, Mulder placed a hand on her
shoulder as she removed the paper.  The paper came off his
shoe--and stuck to Scully’s pant leg.

"Uh, Mulder..."

"I got it, Scully," he said hastily, his cheerfulness returning at
this opportunity to run his hands over Scully’s shapely leg.
Mulder grabbed the sticky wall covering in both hands, bringing it
away from Scully and up over his head, ostensibly to toss it
down behind them.  However, in his haste to do so, he lost his
footing, sending both arms connected by the paper, over Scully’s
head and behind her back.

Slightly startled by this unexpected outcome, Mulder gazed
helplessly at Scully, but his pathetic expression was met only by
withering sarcasm.  "So, not content with dragging me out in a
hailstorm and soaking me to the skin, you suddenly felt compelled
to ruin my very expensive suit with sticky paper, Mulder?  May I
ask *why* you felt the urge to wrap us both in wallpaper?"

"You *may* ask, Scully, but..." Mulder silenced any further attempts
at questions, comments or partnerly-judgments as he pulled her
body against his, his warm lips seeing hers. "But--" The rest of
the sentence was lost as both partners found something more
interesting to do with their mouths than talk.  Wanting a greater
range of hand movement than the clinging wallpaper would allow,
Mulder yanked his hands down sharply.  Scully, feeling Mulder’s
hands come to rest on her ass, didn’t even notice the wallpaper
tearing and freeing her.

She sighed deeply into their kiss, her feeble protests silenced
between the recollections of their interrupted moments in the car
and Mulder’s tongue lapping at hers.  Reaching her hands to the
back of his head and bending her knees, she succeeded in bringing
him closer to her and moving them to the floor.

Mulder simply couldn’t believe his luck, in more senses than one.
On the one hand, here he was, lying on the floor intimately
entwined with a Scully who was being much friendlier to him than
usual. On the other hand, or, to be strictly accurate, on both
hands, he was literally stuck with this damn wallpaper.  Initially
unable to determine his priority, he simply took advantage of his
already close proximity to his more-than-willing partner, moving
his leg between hers, allowing her to truly experience just how
aroused he had become.

Realizing that their damp clothing was literally putting a damper
on the festivities, he broke the kiss to tell Scully so.  "Uh, Scully?"
The only response he got was a muffled, "Mmmm?" as Scully had
already moved her lips down to kiss elsewhere on his body.
"I...uh...I think we need to...ohh God, do that thing with your hand
again, Scully...yeah, that, mmm... uh, maybe we should...uh...lose
some clothes, Scully?"

Reluctant to lose touch with his body, Scully mumbled something
easily construed as agreement and pulled apart her partner’s shirt,
sending buttons flying.  Pulling him over her to get his arms out of
the shirt, she reached a frenzied impasse.  "Mulder, take-the-damn-
shirt-off."

"I *can't*!" he wailed, flapping his wallpaper-covered hands at her
in expressive semaphore. "I’m stuck." With her customary logic,
Scully quickly realized that extricating Mulder from his shirt,
without first freeing him from the paper, would be a virtual
impossibility.  Deciding that this was not the time to concern
herself with inessentials, she abandoned the struggle with his
shirt and moved on to his pants.

Mulder once again found himself torn--Scully’s hands were freeing
him to take their connection to the next level, but he couldn’t touch
her.  "Scully--wait, please," he begged with some exasperation.
Willing her already over-stimulated body to slow, she realized that
where there was a wallpapering project in progress, there had to
be a paste thinner substance.  Levering herself up off the floor,
she went from cupboard to cupboard, searching desperately for some
type of chemical solvent.  Not a sign of one did she find, however,
and she returned to the not so patiently waiting Mulder, who
demanded eagerly, "Well?"

"Well, Mulder, I say we cut our losses here." Scully reached into
his pants pocket, removing his pocketknife, flipping open the tiny
blade as she grinned at her partner. "Uhhh, Scully?"

"Calm down, Mulder, and give me your hands." As he reached his
paper-covered hands toward her, she commented on how his
panic-stricken face was at odds with his very eager body.  "Don’t
look so worried, Mulder," she teased, flashing the blade in front of
him.  "Anyone would think you didn’t trust me." And with that
comment, she whisked the knife down to neatly slice the button off
the top of his pants.

"Scully!" he yelped in fear, and she grinned at him. 

"Relax, Mulder, you’re in good hands.  I’m a doctor."

"I *know* that! Just keep that blade away from Mulder, Jr., if you
don’t mind." 

Scully laughed, enjoying her partner’s obvious predicament.  "You know, 
Mulder, I think we’ll wait to get you home to get the paper off, but 
that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves anyway."

With her last comment, she dropped the knife and removed her shirt
and pants.  Mulder, aghast at the prospect of being stuck with the
damn wallpaper for the foreseeable future, was struggling with it
by himself.  As Scully revealed an increasing expanse of creamy
skin, he began to see the advantages of doing things her way.
"Scully," he said as, wearing only her undergarments, she paused in
her impromptu strip show. "I can’t get my pants off by myself.
Would you mind helping me out?"

"I thought you’d never ask, Mulder."  She ran one hand over him,
marveling at his sheer length and width as her other hand steadied
his hips.  

"Scully", Mulder’s voice rose an octave, "This is not time
for testing. The pants; help me get my pants off!"

Thoroughly enjoying herself now, Scully again smiled wickedly at
him, watching him squirm beneath her gaze.  "Of course I’ll help
you, Mulder," she soothed, her words at variance with the glint in
her eyes.  Both hands now firmly grasping the waistband of his
pants, she bent her head, caught the zipper between her teeth, and
dragged it slowly downwards.  Mulder held his breath, which was
very difficult to do in his current state, and closed his eyes.
Mercifully, she removed both his pants and boxers after her dental
zipper trick.

What he lacked in digital dexterity, Mulder more than made up for
with ingenuity.  He paper-pawed Scully by her upper arms and
brought her down on top of him.  Deciding to follow her excellent
example, Mulder fumbled for the discarded knife, thanking
providence that she had left it open, as he certainly couldn’t have
managed the feat in his current handicapped state.

Grasping the knife awkwardly in his paper-covered right hand, he
attempted to slit Scully’s bra open. Unfortunately, his impaired
manual dexterity made this maneuver less than successful.  Gasping
for air as she fully comprehended and subsequently witnessed his
plan, Scully cautiously removed her bra.

"Do I have to ask for the panties, too?"

"You just did."

"Oh, baby," he breathed as she removed the panties and stood there
with her hands on her hips. Busily drinking in the view, it took
Mulder a few minutes to realize that Scully’s current stance was
intended as a visual treat for him than as an expression of
irritation.  Raising his eyes tentatively to her face, he
encountered the patented Scully eyebrow and quailed instantly.

"Call me ‘baby’ one more time and I will take my clothes, your
clothes and the car keys, and drive off and leave you here,
Mulder. Understood?"

Nodding so furiously he was courting whiplash, Mulder verbally
back-peddled, apologizing profusely.

"Mulder, you look like a fish out of water down there.  Get up
here--now."  More than eager to comply, he joined her, and, taking
matters into his own hands, he backed her to the cupboard.  Her
hands clutched fiercely at his shoulders as he lifted her up,
leaning her back against the study cupboard door.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing her lower body into
electrifying contact with his own.  "Wanna show me what you can do
with that thing, Mulder?" she breathed in invitation, "Or is it just 
for show?"

"I’d gladly show you, Ms. Sharp Wit, but my hands seem to be
occupied and, unless you have a burning desire to provide the
moisture to reactivate the wallpaper paste, I strongly suggest you
do with my *thing* what you do best."

Having run out of words, breath and the simple ability to reason,
Mulder watched as Scully’s hands slipped between them, guiding
him into her; joining them.

And, naturally, it was at this point that the cupboard door, with
termites concealed beneath the nice new paint job, proved to
be somewhat less sturdy than it had first appeared.  It bowed and
then broke under the unaccustomed pressure of two energetic
bodies thudding against it. The sudden loss of support sent
Mulder and Scully tumbling to the floor.

As is often true of those inebriated, in their current mutual state
of high arousal, the result was nothing more than a sizeable
jostling, followed by a renewed need to rise to the occasion.
Pushing her into the back of the cupboard, Mulder pulled her legs
over his, rejoining them.

The infuriating stop/start pace of the evening had, by this time,
rendered them both desperate in their desire, lending a
frenzied urgency to their movements.  At once all fumbling limbs
and mouths. Mulder took matters into his own highly capable
hands.  Drawing her face to his, he sought her lips.  She met
his kiss and raised him one, her tongue easily dueling with his.
His hands caressed her soft flesh, brushing away the splinters
of wood from the decimated door that still clung to her skin.
He paused for a breath.

"Didn’t think you’d want any splinters interfering with our
activities, Scully," he offered.

"Don’t think I’d notice, Mulder."  Mulder’s hands decided that
all obstacles had been summarily dismissed, so he went on to
new challenges.

With his customary instinctive desire to sublimate his oral
fixation, he lowered his mouth to her breasts, suckling each in
turn and teasing her hardened nipples with teeth and tongue.
Scully’s head fell back against the cupboard wall as she moaned
in response to the heightened contact from her partner’s lips and
tongue.  The added stimulation caused them both to thrust toward
each other harder and more erratically, moving closer to climax.

All her self-control abandoned in the pleasure of the moment,
Scully was giving voice to a variety of little gasps and moans
that Mulder found far more erotic than the exaggerated sounds of
pleasure produced by the stars of those videos he didn’t own.
So erotic, in fact, that he realized he couldn’t hold back much
longer.  He brought one hand down between them, his thumb touching
her with a feather light stroke.  Then, he stopped all movement.

The abrupt cessation caught Scully completely by surprise.  Gasping
frantically, she muttered his name.  That was all it took as Mulder
once again thrust deeply, his thumb none-too-lightly brushing her clit
and his mouth finding hers.

Her gasp was lost in his kiss as her body shuddered against him, one
hand clenching in his hair, the other gripping his ass firmly.  Mulder
joined her as he felt her hands on his ass, a few final, slamming
thrusts bringing him over the edge.  The realization of their
surroundings dawning on them simultaneously with the awakening of
all-too complaining muscles pulled them from their lustful haze.

Looking around her properly for the first time, Scully wrinkled her
nose in disgust.

"Couldn’t you at least have waited till we found somewhere that wouldn’t
be condemned by the Department of Environmental
Health and Safety, Mulder?"

"Nope," he grinned back at her, pinching her ass teasingly.  "I was in
much too great a hurry.  Besides, I didn’t notice you holding out for
5-star accommodations at the time."  Snorting at him, she began the
process of disentangling arms and legs.

"Mulder, we’re getting too old for this kind of thing."

"Speak for yourself, Scully."

"Tell you what," she suggested as she started pulling on her still
damp clothing.  "How about we try this again somewhere clean, dry,
and preferably with a bed?"

"Your place or mine?"

Finis


Challenge Items:

Seesaw
Hailstorm
Mulder and Scully changing their clothes in a car
Mulder and Scully climbing a ladder to the roof
A cupboard (closet)
Wallpaper