Title: Perfect
Author: Andrea
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR, V, ER, challenge and birthday fic
rolled into one. Scully POV
Disclaimer: They belong to CC et al
Archiving: Yes please
Spoilers: The Unnatural, barely
Notes: Thanks to Aly and Kell for quick beta reading.
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"You still haven't said why we're here, Mulder," I said as I
looked out the car window.
"Unexplained phenomenon," he replied, in a tone that suggested
that I should already know.
"I think the only unexplained phenomenon around here, is how you
always manage to talk me into coming on these wild goose chases
with you," I muttered.
"I thought it was 'cause you think I'm cute," he offered his
explanation.
I snorted.
"You don't think I'm cute?" He sounded wounded.
"No, Mulder, I don't find the fact that you won't tell me what's
going on *cute*," I replied curtly.
"Well we're here," he told me as he pulled the car to a stop.
A large structure loomed in front of us and I had to lean forward
so I could see the top of it through the windshield.
"Mulder, it's a football stadium," I sighed.
"Yup," he nodded as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"What kind of unexplained phenomena are you investigating here,
Mulder?" I sighed.
"Well one thing I've always wanted to know is why those guys
who dance around in the stands with no shirts on don't get
cold."
"Mulder!"
Ignoring me he opened his car door and got out. I put my
face in my hands and shook my head as I replayed the events that
had brought me here.
When I arrived in the basement office after an extremely boring
department meeting that Mulder had managed to wiggle out of yet
again, he was holding up two airline tickets, smiling broadly.
Mulder managed to shoot down every excuse I had for not going. I
couldn't bring myself to mention my birthday. He had obviously
forgotten, or he decided to celebrate it on the anniversary of
our baseball game from now on.
I was jarred out of my reverie by Mulder rapping on my window.
When I looked up at him I couldn't help but smile at the look of
excitement on his face.
"Are you going to tell me what's in the knapsack now?" He had
refused to answer any of my questions. Why here? Why now? Why
he was carrying a pack that would put a Sherpa to shame? He shook
his head.
He took my hand and we headed towards the gate. Mulder quickly
picked the padlock, ignoring my warnings about the repercussions
of his actions. Of course, I would be found just as guilty of
breaking, entering and trespassing as he would, but I went
with him anyway.
After 15 minutes of navigating the maze of the stadium hallways,
we emerged at field level. It looked odd at night, no lights,
stands empty, the field covered with snow. I shivered involuntarily.
Mulder began to walk towards one of the end zones. I trudged
along behind him.
When we reached the end zone, Mulder stood looking up at the
stars while I slowly froze. He must have heard my teeth
chattering because he put his arm around me and rubbed my arm
vigorously.
"Cold?" He asked.
"I hope that's a rhetorical question," I muttered.
He laughed and shrugged the enormous knapsack off of his
shoulders and let it slide to the ground. I watched in silent
amazement as he began to remove the contents.
"Okay, Mulder, what exactly is going on here?" I demanded when
the pack lay empty on the field.
He looked at the picnic basket and sleeping bag he had laid out.
"I thought it was obvious, Scully."
"The only obvious thing is that you're nuts, Mulder. You don't
really think I'm going to get into that sleeping bag with you.
We'd freeze."
"Nah," he contradicted. "That's why I put an insulated blanket
underneath it. That'll keep the cold out."
As I attempted to give him my best "you must be crazy" look his
mouth descended on mine and I quickly forgot all the reasons I
had for not doing this. Mulder was always taking advantage of the
fact that I couldn't say no to him.
I don't remember how we got into the sleeping bag without
freezing any one of a number of crucial body parts, but there
we were, naked, breathing heavily and on the verge of having sex
in a deserted football field in the middle of winter.
Foreplay was difficult in the confines of our current situation,
but with Mulder all it really took was a glance in my direction
with that look on his face and I was embarrassingly wet. After
five minutes of naked wrestling and necking in the sleeping bag,
I had my legs wrapped around his back and was urging him inside
of me.
When Mulder and I had first taken our relationship to the point
we had avoided for so long, I was self-conscious of how
powerfully I reacted to him. But after realizing that he had
fallen just as hard as I had, I no longer tried to suppress the
pure joy I felt when he slid his cock into me. I arched into him
and grabbed his ass with both hands, trying to get him inside of
me faster. He didn't put up much resistance.
He moved slowly at first, and I closed my eyes and reveled in
the sensation of his first gentle strokes. Soon neither of us
were content with this pace. Mulder positioned himself so that
the head of his cock was not completely inside of me. As each
of my nerves tingled in anticipation, I opened my eyes again to
look at him. When I did, he plunged back into me forcefully. My
body arched up to meet his and I gasped in pleasure. He did this
several times, varying the length of time between thrusts,
increasing my anticipation and hence my pleasure as well.
When my body began to quiver underneath him, he began to thrust
harder and faster, both of our bodies now demanding a steady
rhythm. I responded immediately to this new pace and my climax
quickly began to build. Mulder slid his hand under my ass and
pulled me against him, increasing the friction between us. He
had learned quickly how to ensure that I had both g-spot and
clitoral orgasms during intercourse. When my body grew taut at
the approach of simultaneous orgasms, Mulder ground his pelvis
against me sending me wailing over the edge.
When I opened my eyes, Mulder was panting above me; his cock
still twitching inside of me. I guess I had pulled him with me.
He rolled onto side pulling me with him.
"Mulder," I began when I had my breath back, "Did we fly all the
way out here to have sex in a football stadium?"
"Yup," he nodded.
"Wouldn't any of the ones in the D.C. area have sufficed?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" I wasn't sure I really wanted to know the answer.
"Well, I've always wanted to join the 'Mile High Club' with you,
but you would never be able relax enough to enjoy sex on a
plane," he explained.
"You've lost me, Mulder, how can sex on a snow-covered football
field possibly be a substitute for an airplane?"
"Do you know where we are, Scully?"
"I read the tickets, Mulder," I sighed.
"I take it your dad wasn't a big football fan," he laughed.
"Yes he was! College football, Mulder...Navy!"
"Ahh," he nodded in understanding. "Well, if your dad had watched
the NFL you'd know that the Broncos play their home games at
Mile High Stadium."
I couldn't stop myself from groaning.
"Happy birthday, Scully," he grinned and gave me a big wet kiss.
Mulder, I don't know if fantastic sex is worth a lifetime of
sports-related birthday presents."
"What? It sounds like the perfect combination to me!"
I'd never give him the satisfaction of admitting that I thought
it was perfect too.
End