Title: Decent Sex

Author: Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Category: MSR, S, Mulder POV

Spoilers: The Unnatural and Chinga

Disclaimer: Not mine, *I* know what to with them, 
*he* doesn't.

Notes: Thanks to Aly and Dan for their omnipresence
and for giving good beta.

This fic is an answer to a challenge. I'll tell you what 
it was at the end.



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"I still can't believe you bought a bug," I sat in the passenger 
seat just shaking my head.

"I think people are calling them 'new beetles', Mulder."

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes.

"My lease was up," she shrugged.

"But why a bu...new beetle? It just doesn't seem *necessary* to
me, Scully."

"It gets 49 highway, 42 city, Mulder," she tried to defend her
choice.

"If you wanted good mileage you could've bought a Geo," I
countered.

"Well, I have good memories associated with Volkswagens," she
admitted, not looking at me.

"Well, that's a better excuse than the mileage, I guess. It still
doesn't explain why you got the 5-speed manual, 1.9 liter turbo
charged diesel. Or why it's silver."

"Look, Mulder, you said you needed a ride home, but if you're
planning to harass me the whole way, you can walk."

My car was at the dealers, the alternator having given up the
ghost. We had worked late on year end reports and Scully had
graciously offered me a ride.

"Sorry, Scully, I'm just a little surprised, that's all. I pictured
you in something a little more pedestrian - no pun intended."

She ignored my attempt at humour, not giving me as much as a raised 
eyebrow.

Of course, I would never admit how many times I had pictured her 
in that sporty little convertible she had rented in Maine. All I 
had to go on was her description, but that was more than enough
to fuel my fantasies.

"Probably not enough room for decent sex, either," I muttered as 
she turned onto my street.

"And what experience would you be basing that on," she laughed.

"I've had my share of backseat sex, Scully."

"Good for you, Mulder, but I thought we were talking about 
beetles," she pointed out as she pulled to a stop in front of my
 building.

"That's my point, Scully. There's definitely not enough room in 
one of these to have decent sex."

I heard a click as Scully undid her sealtbelt and barely had time 
to wonder why she was unbuckling before she was straddling me.

"Remember those good memories I said I had about Volkswagens?" 
Her face was only inches away from mine. I think I nodded. 
"Believe me, sex can be more than decent in a beetle."

"Yeah, well, you're short, it'd be easy for you." I was hoping 
that my voice wasn't giving away how interesting I found this 
situation. If she didn't get off my lap soon, I wasn't going to 
be able to hide how very interested I was.

"I might be short, but he wasn't," she informed me. Her voice had 
become deeper, or richer, or something, but whatever it was that 
had happened, it was having an adverse effect on my higher brain 
functions.

"Yeah?" It was the only thing I could think to say.

She chuckled, "So have I made my point?" And she started to move
from my lap.

"That's just hearsay." I grabbed her hips and held her in place. 
"Don't you want to prove it to me, Scully?"

The streetlights were illuminating the inside of the car enough 
for me to see the expression on her face change from victorious, 
a look I had seen often, to one I had never seen on Scully
before. I didn't have a chance to examine her expression further.
Her lips had descended onto mine, her tongue seeking entry into 
my mouth. I granted it, more than willingly.

There seemed little reason to try to hide my erection as she 
ground herself against me. Having quickly removed her jacket and 
blouse, I quickly removed the last obstacle between my hands and 
her breasts. She moaned into my mouth when my thumbs brushed 
across her nipples. Her hand was fumbling with my seatbelt 
buckle.

After we parted to let the belt retract, I slipped one hand under 
her ass and lifted her slightly. This accomplished two things. 
Her breasts were closer to my mouth, and she was no longer in 
contact with my lap. I was in heaven right now and I didn't want
there to be any danger of me reliving one of my more embarrassing
car sex memories. Of course, I had been a teenager then, but with
my recent (okay, it had been a five year drought) lack of female 
contact, I wasn't far from repeating that fiasco.

With one hand still one her ass, I cupped one of her breasts with 
the other and began to kiss and suckle her. Freud be damned! I 
couldn't care less what he thought that this signified. I loved
breasts and these were Scully's breasts that I was nibbling on.
If her sighs were any indication, she didn't think much of 
Freud's theories either.

Now that Scully wasn't driving me to distraction by rubbing 
herself against me, I was beginning to be able to think again. 
When I remembered how this had started I lifted my mouth from her
breast.

"You win, Scully."

"What?" She sat back on my thighs.

"You made your point. Sex can be more than decent in a beetle," I
conceded.

"But we haven't done anything yet, Mulder," she protested.

"Well what we *have* done has been the best sexual experience 
I've ever had in a car," I admitted. "Actually, probably the 
best, period."

"And you want to stop?" Her voice was small.

"If you're only doing this to prove a point, then yes, I want to 
stop."

"The only point I think I'd be proving now, Mulder, is that if 
you thought that was good..." She captured my mouth with renewed 
vigor. Her hands were working on my pants now, and mine on hers,
both fairly unsuccessfully.

"Scully," I broke the kiss, "I'll worry about my pants."

She nodded in agreement before her mouth returned to mine. And as
our tongues explored each other's mouths we managed to remove our 
own clothes.

Almost too soon, but not soon enough, Scully raised up on her 
knees slightly. Before she lowered herself onto me, I held her by
the hips again.

"Scully, I..., I just want..." I stammered.

"I love you too, Mulder," she whispered.

When I felt her heat surround me, I think I blew a few synapses. 
I had never felt anything so good. Thank God she was taking this 
slowly, or I would have been finished already.

"Oh God, Mulder," she groaned as my cock slid slowly in and out 
of her.

Soon I wasn't content with the leisurely pace she had set. I 
grasped her hips more firmly and began to thrust into her. She 
met me every time and after a few more strokes I felt the 
tingling in my balls that always preceded my orgasms.

Just when I thought it couldn't possibly feel any better, I felt 
her internal muscles clench around me and begin to ripple, taking 
me to a level of bliss I had never felt before. My name was on 
her lips, and hers on mine as we climaxed together.

She collapsed against me and we were both quiet for a couple of
minutes while we caught our breath.

"Okay, Scully, " I began when I could finally speak. "That's two
points you've won tonight. I think my ego might be getting 
bruised."

"Yeah?" She chuckled and was quiet for a bit, while I happily 
kissed her neck and stroked her hair. I released her reluctantly 
when she moved so that she could look at me. She had that look on 
her face again. It was quickly becoming one of my favourite 
Scully looks.

"Probably can't have decent sex on a converted waterbed either," 
she challenged me.

Apparently Scully didn't want my ego to be bruised for long.


end

The challenge was M&S having sex in a VW bug, how'd I do?