Title:		  Terminal Moves
Author:	          Nancy
Rating:	          NC-17
Summary:	  Mulder and Scully attempt to help Interpol with a 
                  case when a few minor legalities get in their way.
Disclaimer:       I won't pretend that 1013 or Fox have loaned me these 
                  characters, but do so enjoy writing fun things for  
                  them to do... Actually, Mulder and Scully belong to 
                  the afore-mentioned entities, but the Airport 
                  personnel are mine.
Author's Notes:   A big thanks to beta readers, Carrie and Denise.  The  
                  idea struck me while waiting to meet someone at LAX 
                  Airport...  Ideas seem to strike me while traveling.
Archive:	  Yes, please notify me first.
Feedback:	  Of course I want it!
Email:		  abracadabra1754@hotmail.com




*******
Tuesday, 7PM

"You may use the phone now."  The phone is placed on the table between 
the man and the woman.  It is the woman who grabs the receiver first.  
"I'll make the call."

The response from the man is equally succinct.  "Fine."

Her voice is clipped.  "Sir? Yes.  No, I can't explain it on this line.  
Yes, It's been set at five thousand apiece.  Uh huh.  Thank you very 
much, Sir."

She replaces the receiver, pushing the phone away from her.  Before the 
man can inquire as to the nature of the call, she turns her back to 
him, her arms crossing her chest.

"Look, it wasn't as if we went there intentionally."  She turns only 
enough to glare at him.

"Hey, I wasn't the only one."

She reminds him that his words are a hollow excuse for his behavior.  
"You didn't like it?"  She tries to hide her small smile that threatens 
to warm her frostiness.

The phone is removed from the holding room.


*******
Five Hours Earlier

"I'm driving, Mulder.  I'll pick you up in a half hour."  Before her 
partner could object, Scully hung up.  She grabbed her carry-ons and 
headed out.

Mulder was actually waiting for her when she arrived.  "How many bags 
do you have?  We'll only be in Europe for four days."

Scully couldn't believe the amount of luggage he had packed; two 
bursting at the seams carry-ons and one large bag to be checked.  They 
were being sent to London to investigate some bizarre murder, called in 
by Interpol.  Scully wondered when they'd be called in on a 'standard'
or 'routine' murder.  Then again, the nature of the X-Files dictated 
anything but standard. All in all, a few days in London with her 
partner wasn't all bad.

Scully suddenly realized that Mulder was answering her, although her 
question was long since forgotten.  "...and the weather changes 
frequently.  Besides, I want to show you around Oxford, Scully.  Why is 
it ok for women to pack so many clothes but not for men?"

Scully shook her head, laughing.  "Mulder, you're making a sweeping 
generalization.  Not all women pack a lot.  I only have two carry-ons.  
Truce, ok?  Let's get going." 

Mulder grabbed his bags, attempting to carry them all at once.  Scully 
relieved him of the two carry-ons and headed out in front of him.

*******
Three and a Half-Hours Earlier 
Ronald Reagan Airport, D.C.

The shuttle dropped them at the British Airways terminal and Mulder's 
bag was checked.  As they walked through the terminal to the 
International Gate, Mulder sidled up to Scully.  "So, Agent, do you 
think we have time for a quickie?"

Scully didn't even slow her pace as she smirked over her shoulder at 
her partner.  "You have a one track mind, Mulder."  She marveled at how 
his mind worked, supposing those videos had some effect.  She knew he 
was passionate about most causes and people in which he believed. Even 
during his most devastating times, his ability to show emotion never 
ceased to amaze her.

Since experiencing Mulder's more carnal nature just last week, her 
current thoughts were leading her down a dangerous path.

As their carry-ons passed through Security, Scully walked through the 
x-ray arch, the Guard smiling at her.  Mulder dropped his keys in the 
small plastic basket and proceeded through the same arch.  A loud 
beeping stopped him as two Guards approached.  "Step back through, 
please, Sir."  Mulder did as instructed.  And again the alarm sounded.  
"Are you wearing any metal, Sir? Have you any loose change in your 
pockets?"  Mulder dropped $1.83 into the basket, along with his FBI 
badge.  When the alarm sounded for the third time, three Guards 
approached with large, detector wands.  "Remove your jacket and step 
over here, please."

Scully followed them, showing her badge.  Mulder held his arms out at 
his sides and shrugged.

<I can't take you anywhere, Mulder>

"It could be our equipment, Sir, but I'm afraid we're going to need to 
conduct a full body inspection."  A few quick retorts sprang to mind, 
but he bit them back when Scully glanced in his direction.  "This way, 
Sir."  Mulder was led to a room off to the side, the three Guards in 
close pursuit.  He glanced back over their shoulders, an inscrutable 
look in his eyes as he caught Scully's.  She touched her index finger 
to her slightly pursed lips and then pointed her finger toward him.  
She was rewarded with a smile.

Twenty minutes later, a slightly rumpled and tousled Mulder was 
escorted from the room amidst a chorus of sincere apologies.  "Well, 
Scully, they realized it was their equipment...after checking out 
mine," he announced, his face directly in front of hers.  She smirked 
and playfully shoved him away.  "Mulder, your innuendo is about as 
subtle as a ton of bricks. Now, let's get going."

Mulder put his arm over her shoulder as they grabbed the carry-ons.  
"Scully, we've got an hour and a half before we board. Relax, ok?"

As they neared the International Terminal, Mulder slowed, pulling 
Scully with him.  She turned to look at him questioningly, thinking 
that she'd really like to get to their Gate, put the bags down and sit 
with a cup of tea and her book.  She glanced over at her partner who 
stole furtive glances at a door to his right and then, at the Terminal 
Security Guard packing up and down the concourse.  Scully tugged at his 
polo pullover, hoping to move him forward.  Instead, she found herself 
whisked across the walkway and into the room he had been eyeing.

Words escaped her.

Once inside the door, Mulder locked it and dropped his carry on, 
attempting to pull Scully's from her shoulder.  "Muhl..." Before she 
could finish her question or comment, he grabbed her sweater hem and 
drew her to him.  "Scully, waiting in those chairs is uncomfortable and 
boring."

"Mulder, waiting in those chairs is safe and legal.  Sneaking into 
private airport off limits areas is legally dangerous."

"I thought you liked, 'dangerous', Scully."

"I like staying out from behind bars, Mulder."

"Then we'll just have to be quiet, won't we?"

Mulder's hand moved into her hair, bringing her face closer to his and 
kissing her ear.  "Relax."

His warm breath coursed through her, rendering her anything *but* 
relaxed.  

"Um, oh, uh..."

"I love it when you get all technical on me, Scully."  His face moved 
directly in front of and inches from hers.  Scully held her breath in 
anticipation and he held his position.  "What are you waiting for?"

"You."

Scully placed her hands on his arms to steady her and touched her lips 
to his.  That was all the invitation he needed.

In their very brief physically intimate time together, she had learned 
to appreciate a few of his more endearing qualities, including, but not 
limited to, his ability to become aroused under virtually any 
circumstance, his desire to mark a wide range of locations as sexually 
useful and last but in no way least, his ability to make her surrender 
to his needs and desires, her usual, more practical arguments floating 
away forgotten.

A virtual maelstrom of moving parts, Mulder's hands, lips and tongue 
were everywhere at once; caressing and probing, nipping and kissing, 
groping and kneading.  Scully found one thought running through her, 
but it seemed an understatement to describe what she felt.  <Damn, he's
good>

A very eager and quite willing participant, she could no longer get 
enough of him and her hands joined his in the fray, reaching to 
unbutton, unzip and un-whatever else was necessary to bring his lower 
body skin in contact with her hands.  Mulder continued the bruising 
kisses to her open mouth as her hands found his ass, simultaneously 
pressing him to her and separating the firm cheeks with her fingers.  
Sensing her intentions and selfishly needing more, Mulder bent down
slightly to accommodate Scully on her tip toes in low-heeled sandals.  
Instantly, her index finger moved between the firm halves of his ass 
and pressed against the tight hole. 

His lips traveled from hers to her ear, his hot breath and following 
inhalation telling her neither of them would be standing much longer.

One hand supported her back while the other fumbled with her sleeveless 
sweater, trying to move it out of his way while she was still pressed 
flush against him.  One more strategically applied finger to his ass 
really sent Mulder over the edge.  She moved her hand up over his hip
to rest at his waist while her other hand slipped inside his boxers, 
grasping him.  "Oh, god, Scully."

Now that her hands were no longer pulling him as close to her, he had 
more room to maneuver. Kissing her neck, he pushed her sweater up over 
her chest, quite surprised to find a pale, taupe, slinky wisp of sheer 
nothing that he supposed passed for a bra, although it had no straps or
closure.  It looked more like a wide fabric ribbon that caressed her 
with the barest of support.

However, never having been acquainted with such an intriguing garment 
before, Mulder wasn't quite sure what to do to remove it.

That didn't stop him from experimenting a bit.  He brought both thumbs 
to frame one already taut nipple, Scully's mouth opening as her head 
lolled back in response.  Mulder very much liked this new 'bra' and 
silently thanked the designer.  He followed suit with his thumbs and 
her other nipple, eliciting a similar reaction.  He reasoned that if 
she were able to feel his thumbs, his lips and tongue might also have a 
positive effect.

With his hands wrapped around her upper back from under her arms, 
Mulder flicked his tongue across each nipple. And did it again...and 
again until Scully was moaning non-stop.  His lips joined his tongue, 
alternately sucking the gossamer covered nubs into his mouth, only to 
release it from his lips and flick his tongue across it.

Scully had been totally motionless, but suddenly regained her ability 
to move.  She managed to shove Mulder's jeans and boxers down far 
enough to provide her with unfettered access to his throbbing erection.  
While she wanted nothing more than to wrap her lips around its head, 
she refused to relinquish the hold his mouth had on her breasts.  
Mulder pushed his hips forcefully against her hands, succeeding in 
moving her slightly away from him.

A man of many means, he was nothing if not resourceful and clever.  He 
bent a little farther, moving his hands to her legs and pushed her 
short skirt up to her waist.  He wasted no time in gliding his fingers 
up under the elastic around the leg of her panties, smiling when he 
realized she wore no hose.

Two fingers easily slid inside her and she literally hummed his name.  
Her hand had yet to release him, loving the feel of the velvety skin 
stretched tautly over his ramrod hardness.  He pulsed in her palm.

"Scully, you're so damn wet."

"I know that, Mulder."

"You do, do you..." He withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to his 
mouth. Drawing one totally wet finger into his mouth, his eyes closed 
as he sucked, hard.  As he released that finger, he brought the other 
to her lips, running it across and then sliding it between them.  When 
her eyes closed, it was his turn to moan.

"Mulder, what are we doing?"

"If you have to ask, Scully..."

Squeezing him hard and sliding a finger beneath his balls, Scully 
smirked.  "We're illegally in this room in an international area."

"Very good, Scully; you've passed 'Room Identification Level 1'."

Her hand and fingers still holding and probing, Mulder kissed away her 
questions and backed her to one of the high-backed, vinyl stools by the 
taller counter.  His hands were on her hips as he lifted her up onto 
the stool, spinning her around to face away from him.

"I think they made this especially for tall people like me," Mulder 
explained as he easily wrapped his long arms around her from behind, 
his hands separating her legs. "Scully, help me here. Your panties are 
in the way."

"Mulder, we really shouldn't be..." As she spoke, he slid the nylon 
garment easily between the vinyl seat and her skin.  "There we go."

Scully let out an exasperated sigh and reached back to pull his head 
toward her.  The action caused the stool to turn slightly, giving her 
better access to him.  "Mulder, you taste sooo good."

Mulder followed her lead and upped the ante, devouring her with his 
mouth as his fingers stroked her very wet folds below.  She moaned into 
their kisses, totally overwhelmed with sensation and pure desire that 
had reached a physically frenzied threshold.

Scully braced her legs on the edge of the counter as her partner's 
forays inside her and over her clit increased.  "You're holding back on 
me, Scully.  Just let go."

"Can't...someone's going to find us..."

"Yes you can."  As if to emphasize his point, Mulder's teeth found her 
neck and then he gently kissed and sucked on her skin, his finger 
rubbing once, twice across her already swollen clit.

"Now, Scully."

Clutching at his shoulders, her legs shaking, chest heaving, Scully 
drew out his name as her head rolled from side to side.  He sought her 
lips in a tender kiss as his hand cupped her still quaking apex.

"And you said you 'couldn't."

"Shut up and get over here, Mulder."  Mulder, only too happy to oblige, 
turned the stool to more directly bring them face to face.  "Mulder," 
she murmured, "please...get inside me, now.  I can't stand it 
anymore..."

Mulder wrapped her legs around his waist and slid into her so slowly 
that she started panting more heavily.  "You're a damn tease, Mulder."

She dug her sling-back heels into his hips, trying to pull him closer, 
but he only pulled out farther.  "Just making sure you're ready for 
me."

"If I were any more 'ready', I'd..." Before she could complete the 
sentiment, he drove into her at full strength, sending the stool 
rolling away from him.

After the initial shock, they both laughed, but Mulder was the first to 
act. Two strides brought him to her and he carried her from the stool 
to the lower end of the counter.  Laying his jacket on the rounded 
edge, she lay face down, her knees on the floor.

He ran one hand over her ass, his fingers trailing inside along the 
curve of her and slid his thumb to her still wet center.

"We improvise, Scully."

"Just do it, damn you," she huffed.

"Such language from a Federal Agent."

Scully reached behind her for whatever contact with Mulder she could 
make, urging him back inside of her.  In total understanding and 
agreement, he slid two fingers inside of her, using the slick moisture 
to lubricate himself and her ass.

"Scully, relax your breathing," he told her, bringing the tip of his 
penis to her anal opening. Scully spread her legs, giving him better 
access.  At her next slow inhalation and exhale, he pressed into her, 
the head pushing past her sphincter.

Scully's palm slapped the surface of the counter as she moaned and 
Mulder drove in a few more centimeters.  His hands steadied her hips, 
gently pulling her to him. Hearing her mutter what sounded like, 
'you're killing me', Mulder momentarily worried, stopped.

"Scully? Am I hurting you?"

Her flaming hair, damp with sweat, lay across her neck and along the 
counter.  She turned slightly, pushing herself up onto her elbows.  
"God, no, Mulder.  I...uh...damn it, just fuck me, please."

Only too happy to grant her wish, he knelt down behind her, his hands 
on her shoulders to provide maximum leverage for his thrusts.  
Imploring him to 'just move', she bucked back into him, driving him 
deeper.  She wriggled her ass against him, lodging him firmly inside 
her as tears of sheer emotional release sprang to her eyes.

Mulder's face and neck were bathed in a sheen of sweat, his hair 
plastered to his forehead, as he lifted his chest from her back.  He 
pulled her closer, wrapping one arm around her waist. This move also 
allowed him better access to her sex.

"I want to touch you, Scully."

"Think you've already done that, Mulder," she panted.

His hand reached beneath her, first to her navel, then to her lower 
abdomen and finally into her dripping core.  "But it's been awhile 
since I did *that*."  Mulder punctuated his statement with three 
fingers; his thumb against her clit and his index and middle fingers 
deep inside her.

"I can't hold on much longer, Scully," he told her as he thrust into 
her ass, stroking her nub as his fingers stroked her canal.

"No need to...," she responded, her head dropping to her arm.

"Scully, come with me now."

*******
Ten Hours Earlier

"Hey, you, why'd you leave your post?"

<Sorry, Sir, but you've got me on 'Empty Room Watch'.  There's no one 
to watch.  Nothing but a few dozen vinyl covered stools and counters>

"Well, get a load of *this*.  'Nothing to watch', eh?"

The two Security Guards watched the tall, dark haired, man with his 
jeans and shorts around his ankles.

<Check out this action.  He's piling into that pretty little redhead>

They ogled Scully, her sweater around her neck and her skirt bunched at 
her waist, the flimsy scrap of fabric still barely covering her 
breasts.  From the show on their monitors, it looked as if the man was 
having the time of his life riding the petite woman.

"Betcha she screams."

<I'll take some of that>

"Betcha our asses are fried if we don't get them outta there and into 
custody."

<Who's up for this 'conversation'?"

"Whadda ya mean, 'who's up'?  Guess that would be both of us.  Hey, 
listen to this."

The other Guard hit the 'audio' control.  Moans, sighs and a few words 
filled the control room, quickly followed by Scully's scream and 
Mulder's, 'Schulleee'.

"What'd I say, huh? A real screamer, that one."

<Shhhh>

The first Guard leaned over the panel.  "Attention, this is Terminal 
Security Guard Lea.  You are in a restricted access area without 
authorization and are now subject to arrest. Prepare to be taken into 
custody."

He shut off he voice control, but left the audio 'on'.

<Look at those two scramble.  Something tells me Red ain't too happy 
with him, although, I must say, she looks...>

"Get it together, man, we gotta go in there.  By the way, holster it; 
no weapons showing, Big Guy!"

*******
Current Time

"I'll ask you again, Scully; you didn't like it?"  Mulder reached 
across the table, taking her hand.

And she promptly pulled it away.  "I don't think that's such a good 
idea right now, Mulder," she paused, "and the answer is, 'yes, I did' 
*very* much."

Mulder's cheeks colored slightly at the throaty, seductive tone in her 
voice.  "I really am sorry, Scully."

She appraised him, looking away to hid her mirth and then looked at him 
again.  "No you're not, Mulder, but that's ok, neither am I."

~~Finis~~