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Oooafff... The wind was literally knocked out of her once the doors whoosed 
closed. Using the momentum of their forward movement and his hold on her, 
Mulder swung Scully around in front of him as he hit the back wall of the 
elevator.

Then he remembered neither of them had punched in the '27' for their floor. 
He splurged, surprised that the hotel had an open suite. An upgrade. Gratis. 
Such extravagance. She had but scant seconds to contemplate how much she 
loved him for it.

Only because he had bent her back, one hand cradling her skull, the other 
caressing her cheek, his fingers alternating between her ear and her hair, 
as his mouth devoured her.

Although she still gripped the Body Shop bag, he had dropped his larger one 
unceremoniously at their feet.

The twin sensations of the friction of the fluffy fibers against her bare 
breasts and her partner's hard as nails erection pushing into her belly had 
her breathless.

The Peppermint Foot Cream rolled on the floor as shopping bag met floor and 
all bets were off.

Mulder mock-yelped into her mouth when her hands gained purchase on his ass, 
trying to meld their lower bodies. "Scully, God.Gotta...."

"Shut up, Mulder. I need your mouth."

Always or almost always the obedient partner, he lapped at her upper lip 
before crushing her to him and reversing their positions.

Her back against the wall, he lifted her bent leg, trying to wrap it around 
his hip, opening her, allowing him to thrust against her.

Scully wasn't quite sure what to do with her hands. There were just too many 
parts of this extremely horny man to touch and grope and.... She registered 
the feeling of his hot palm up under her sweater, covering her breast, his 
fingers plucking at her nipple.

The 'ding' notifying them that they had reached their destination seemed to 
have little effect.

Trying to either raise her or lower himself, Mulder humped her as if they 
were in the backseat of his high school car. He was starving. She was his 
nourishment and he couldn't get enough.

As always, she sounded the voice of reason. Even if that 'reason' was far 
less coherent than usual. "Muhl...Mulder," the second time was the charm, 
"room; get to...our room, please...."
God she loved the look on his face at the height of passion. Unsated 
passion. A wonderful combination of eyes burning fever bright around 
darkened and dilated pupils, lips swollen, imminently kissable, his skin 
flushed. And, her eyes moving lower, his ramrod erection pulsing against the 
trousers.

Summoning some unknown reserve for intelligible speech, he asked, "Scully, 
would you laugh if I started singing 'Love in an Elevator'?"

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She was wearing him like a second skin. Or at least he was attempting to 
cover every available inch of her with his body. While they walked down the 
hall to their suite.

His behavior made walking imminently difficult and incredibly arousing. And 
certainly gave a new meaning to the term, 'partnership'. The phrase 'joined 
at the hip' also came to mind, except she hoped he'd wait for the door to 
close behind them before he tried that maneuver. Oh, how she wanted to be 
joined, her hips to his.

"Mulder, you're going to trip me." Pulling her into a bear hug from behind, 
he lapped at her ear, his tongue first laving her lobe and then darting 
inside.

"You want me to stop, Scully?"

"What are my other choices?" She tried to turn around to face him, but his 
rather solid presence didn't allow for more than a hair's breadth between 
them.

"Well, I could bend over you a little more and then pull you into me."

"We've already tried that particular move. Be more creative." Her slight 
laugh could be felt by both and belied her monotone delivery.

She could see their suite straight ahead.

"Well, Ms. Smarty Pants, have we tried this?" He knew she was about to nod 
when his hand pushed her sweater up high enough to allow him access, but 
when his knuckles rubbed her low on the front of her pants he knew he'd won 
some points for creativity.

"Ahhh....Oh, Mulder. Damnit!"

"I take it you liked my manly demonstration of creative moves?"

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One of them had to get the door open. Fast. Scully had the key card in her 
hand, but couldn't seem to decide how to insert it. When she managed to 
locate the slot and leaned forward to slide the card, Mulder's tongue found 
the little spot behind her ear he loved to taste.

"Ahhh. Mmmmm."

The key dropped to the carpet.

Untangling herself from her partner, his hand leaving a warm trail from her 
breast to her hip, Scully plucked the card from the carpet and slid it 
quickly in, then out before Mulder had a chance to reattach himself to her.

The green light in the sliver door handle blinked and Scully depressed it, 
swinging the door open. She felt Mulder's arm up over her shoulder, ensuring 
that the door swung open far enough for both of them to enter. He succeeded 
in shoving it hard enough to slam into the wall inside.

Barely noticing, Scully turned toward her partner, allowing herself to be 
backed into the set of rooms.

Lit only by the late afternoon sun streaming in through the large floor to 
ceiling windows, the long hall entryway was bathed in shadows and natural 
light. Here and there, the rays glanced off the mirrored closet doors to 
Mulder's right.

Scully let the Body Shop bag drop once again and then removed the matte pink 
bag from her partner's hand, letting it, too fall by their feet.

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Ever the sensible one, she steadied herself, her palms resting on his chest, 
catching her breath. "Mulder?" Her eyes sought his, the question there 
mirroring the one in her voice. What she saw in his eyes said plenty. 
Charged heat. Barely restrained arousal. Desire. Intense desire.

<She wants words?> He found himself smirking -- just slightly. She really 
was amazing. She was just as blown away by the afternoon as he was and he 
was sure she wanted much more, too. He watched as her chest rose and fell 
beneath the garment that hugged and caressed her, yet also cast a most 
alluring veil over her very ripe breasts.

He wanted to touch her there. Hell, he wanted to touch her everywhere. But, 
obviously quite satisfied with his (lack of) response, she moved first. Her 
hands had somehow managed to pull the hem of his top from his waistband and 
then find their way to his small nipples. As soon as he had managed to 
process that little bit of sensory overload, her nimble fingers were making 
hasty work of his belt.

He found himself wondering just when that had happened. And realized it was 
probably just before he found his trousers pooled at his ankles. Not to 
mention Scully's barely there nails trailing up along the length of him 
through the silk of his boxers.

Barely there nails changed to her very adept and warm hand cupping his sack 
as if she were testing its weight. And while his breath came in ever 
quickening pants, she first traced the silk covered steel of him and then 
somehow managed to sneak past the waistband to find him hot and throbbing 
and ready.

"What do you think you're doing, Scully?" His words sounded as breathless as 
she felt and she wasn't sure if she could form a coherent answer.

It wasn't solely about the control, although she acknowledged the heady 
feeling it gave her when she had it. It was also about watching him at her 
mercy, vulnerable, wanting. Wanting her. Her touch drawing him deeper into 
the spiraling depths of his arousal.

Focusing again, Scully's soft honeyed voice told him, "I'm having a little 
clothing fantasy of my own."

"Oh yeah?" Barely a hoarse squeak. He glanced down to see her hand inside 
his boxers, to feel her doing the most incredibly and maddeningly arousing 
little stroke and thumb routine.

Man, she had him. She had him good.

There was something about the wicked little grin on her face, pinning him 
with her gaze, while she held fast to one of his most sensitive parts of his 
anatomy -- and one of his favorite parts, too.

"Oh yeah. It's really very simple," she continued as she slowly began to 
slide the fluid silk down over his hips, "me...you. You without your pants." 
She paused, her eyes trailing down over his thighs, somewhat knobby knees, 
muscled calves and slender ankles.

"Well, part of this vision has been realized -- and to finish it off -- you 
without your boxers." Now squatting at his feet, dusky blue eyes flitted up 
to his face; once they passed his rather prominently jutting erection.

It made her more than a little breathless.

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He understood what she wanted, but the feel of her fingers circling his 
ankles and probing his calves left his mind confused.  It seemed that the 
somewhat chilled air of the suite was warring with the inferno originating 
somewhere north of his thighs and south of his navel.

She was waging this war, but was definitely on the side of turning the 
inferno into a full-blown conflagration. On her knees, she reached back to 
pull off her ankle boots and socks, aware that Mulder's eyes were tracking 
her every movement.

As she grasped his thighs coming to a standing position, he wrested control 
from her, seizing her by her upper arms, nearly dragging her to her feet. 
Wedging his now throbbing and twitching length between them.

Scully's breath was knocked from her in a panting whoosh as his mouth 
descended over her, warm firm lips, hot questing tongue, sharp nipping 
teeth. Her arms remained pinned by her sides as he held her in place, her 
swollen lips crushing his, being crushed by his in return.

The war had shape shifted. It was now a tsunami.

His movements frenetically graceless, due in no small part to the clothing 
encumbrance at his ankles, he backed her into the mirrored closet doors, the 
waning sunlight reflecting in shattering images.

Both sought to free him from the tangled clothing, Mulder toeing off his 
Cole-Haan loafers as he tried to step out of his boxers/trousers jumble and 
Scully trying to hook the items with her toes to push them away.

Neither accomplished much.

As the partners, now greedy with a shopping afternoon of barely contained 
and restrained lust, simultaneously bent to dislodge the offending fabric, 
their heads butted.

But their laughter lessened the impact as Mulder succeeded in stepping out 
of the leg holes and tossing the clothes across the room. Forgotten.

"Scully, you're not naked...."

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Her bemused smirk lasted only long enough for the man wearing only his crew 
neck sweater, wool socks and a rather imposing hard-on to walk into her, 
once again pinning her to the glass. Before the words could leave her mouth, 
his large hands pawed at her sweater, shoving upward, exposing her breasts. 
Consumed with desire bordering on hunger, he bent forward and lapped at her 
nipples, their color darkening as they hardened under his ministrations. His 
thumbs drew lazy circles on the outside of her breasts as his mouth teased 
first one, then the other, tight, hard peak.

Tingling sparks danced down his scalp as she clutched at his hair, holding 
fast and then releasing him.

"Still not naked enough," he slipped her nipple from his mouth, his words 
feeling like vibrations against her. Not waiting for the response he knew 
probably wasn't coming, he brought his face up to hers, planting butterfly 
kisses on her eyelids, nose and chin.

As he made quick work of the fastener and zipper on her slacks, her fingers 
dug into the arms of his sweater, trying to tug it from his body. When that 
tactic proved fruitless she bent forward, her arms threading through his to 
snag the hem of the garment. The fact that Mulder's hands were intent on 
freeing her from her slacks stifled her efforts.

So she made a nearly conscious decision to go with the flow, the chilled air 
following her slacks down her quickly becoming bare thighs and calves, 
raising gooseflesh in their path. Had he stopped there, she might have 
renewed her efforts. But when his index fingers traced an simultaneous path 
around her waist and under the elastic waistband of her panties where it 
rode the swell of her ass, she arched forward.

'Mission accomplished', his smoky gaze and rather hungry grin a dead 
giveaway to his thought.

The textured fibers of his pullover created a delicious friction as it 
rubbed and teased her aching breasts, her nipples seeking the soft/rough 
contact. She needed his mouth on her. On her turgid peaks. On her already 
sensitized skin. Anywhere. On her mouth. Now.

But no matter how she tried to get her point across, he seemed intent on 
kneading her ass, his hands warm and firm and oh... oh so insistently 
probing. She couldn't decide. She wanted both. She had to tell him.

"Mulder."

It wasn't working. It could have been his warm breath in her ear or possibly 
his socks-covered toes tickling her ankle. More than likely, it was his very 
naked leg bent at the knee and wedged between hers while he tried to slide 
her satin panties down her body.

"Mulder."

He sighed. The woman did things to him when his name came from her lips with 
that tone. The one he wasn't sure just how to describe except in terms of 
the devastatingly erotic effect it had on him.

"Scully."

The only response she required. Other than his teeth now nipping at her lips 
before his tongue followed the line of her jaw and...he was quick. She 
seemed to be automatically stepping out of her panties while he suckled her 
nipples, pausing only long enough to move from one to the other.

"Gonna fall, Mulder."

Her words registered somewhere in his Scully-fogged brain and he grabbed her 
hips, steadying her, his lips refusing to part with the objects of their 
attention. He couldn't be in two places at one time.

Or maybe he could.

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