Title: Arcadia IV: And Rolling! (1/1)

Classification: H, A, X

Rating: R/NC-17

Spoilers: Arcadia, season six

Keywords: MSR

Archive: Anywhere just drop me a line.

Summery: My version of missing scenes. hehe

Otherwise known as home movies yeah baby!

Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the

characters would have more fun. IMHO

Authors Notes: Making that video challenge!

ARCADIA IV: AND ROLLING (1/1)

I do believe I wore my little 'Homey Mulder' out or maybe we just wore each other out. But as I rise from the couch-okay we never *did* make it to the bedroom, my mind is already working on that 'honeymoon video' scenario. Who says Walt Disney World is the only place to make your dreams come true?

I know I have to hurry and get everything set up before I take the sample from the fan blade to the lab. So I grab a new tape, put it in the camcorder and scope out the perfect setting.

Yes! That's it! I strategically place the camera and then head off to dress for the day. I sure do wonder exactly *how* Mulder is planning to *test* out his theory...on second thought. *No* I don't, I might give myself a headache. I gently kiss Mulder on my way out the door.

"Mulder, wake up...I'm leaving."

"Mmm...Scully...come here.."

He manages to yank me down beside him; his eyelids are at half-mast as he tries to embrace me more fully. He turns sideways a little more, grinding his morning hard-on into my hip. Gee Mulder that happen often...God I hope so!

"Scu-lee," he whines. "You don't have a skirt on."

"Save it for later-Stud." I say as I'm rising.

"S-okay," he slurs out managing to slide the puppy-dog eye look right in there. "When are you coming home?" He asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"As soon as I can." I smile down at him. "And Mulder?" I lean back down looking him straight in the eye. "Don't you worry about *that,*" I point to the bulge in his boxers. "I *will* take care of it later on...*trust me.*"

"Oooo, Scully-that a promise?" He's definitely awake *now.*

I give him my 'try me' look before I head out the door.

* * * * *

You now it's just amazing what a round of the most unique not to mention incredible sexual escapade can do for a mans mood. I wonder if I can have a basketball specially made for just that scenario...heavy duty of course...just call me 'Sex Air!'

I had done a little digging around in the assorted moving boxes yesterday and I *know* I found the perfect thing for my *test.* Walking outside in my 'JCPenny Catalogue Specials' I firmly plant my lucky pink flamingo in the ground.

"Bring It On!" I say with unusual gusto.

Man! I'm thirsty, I wonder if Scully got OJ? Yep, she did, my kind of woman. At least I know it won't be outdated. After all I need something *healthy* to keep my *fluids* up...hehe

Goddammit! Where's my flamingo? Aargh!

Wait a minute! This is *MY* house...er at least for the time being anyway, so therefore *I* can treat it any was I want.

HA! Take that! Oh Evil mailbox! You think you're so *tuff*... Hmm...No mud around here, how bout a little OJ in your eye. What do ya think about *that* HUH! Yeah! I'm bad!

Man oh man...Sexually active with-a-partner no less Mulder is dingy! All it took was a freestanding basketball net, a basketball and one hot little number named Dana Katherine Scully. Toss those three things together and my analytical mind takes a nosedive...Splash!

Right off the deep end...

I've been sitting here a little while now, watching the front lawn. I chug some OJ...*slob* I drip some down my chin maybe I need a bib?

Maybe I should whistle...

I think I have to piss...no *I* can hold it no problem...

Damn...is that all the *later* it is?

How many times can I sing 'How Dry I Am?' I *really* think I need to *feel* the music...

Let's see, what time is it now...hmm...okay I *know* I have to piss now...might as well whistle some more...

Maybe tapping my foot will help...

Just great *now* my ass is asleep too...better shift a bit...

Didn't help...Well-I *do* have this *empty* OJ carton...if I just open it all the way up...Nope I just *can't* do it...

I've *got* to go...I'll be *really* fast...

Shitshitshit! I just *knew* I shouldn't have taken the extra second to 'put the toilet seat' down! I could have *had* the 'phantom we-want-you-to-conform police.' Guess I'll just have to think of something else.

* * * * *

I pull into the driveway with my 'shopping bag' of results *and* a little something extra-for later. Did the garage door just close? I could have sworn it was open when I turned up the street.

Inside I call out to Mulder. I know I heard something, instinct causes me to reach for my gun. Aargh! I absolutely *HATE* not being able to wear it while we're undercover. I'll need something for protection until I get to where my guns hidden.

Looking around the room...guess this will have to do. Maybe I'll suggest to the bureau that the 'fireplace poker' should be included in the weapon training course. Although with *my* luck I'd be the only one in the class.

I *know* someone is in the house, I hope it's Mulder and if it *is* and he's trying to scare me I just *might* hit him with it anyway. Ever since Christmas I *still* shudder every time I know he's going to 'whip out' his flashlight.

There it is again...ready...

I've got both hands around the poker and my back pressed flat as I can against the wall, making my way down the steps. I'm just a little on edge here...

I hear it...somebodyscomingsomebodyscoming...

I draw in a breath...NOW!

"I'm...sorry, Mulder," I manage to get out. My breath ragged.

He handles the fact I almost permanently embedded a fireplace poker in his skull with his usual casualness...He's on the hunt now; his mind totally focused on the events of today.

We trade facts and theories. Mulder of course, thinks it's a *something* instead of someone-why am I *not* surprised. I can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to process the information we have.

What if the Kline's *are* buried in the front yard.

"Mulder, I'm doing to take a quick shower." I tell him, also giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I turn away.

"Want some help...er, with your back, of course?" He leers.

"Not tonight Mulder...you just put that brain of yours to work and figure out a way to dig up the front yard...Without blowing our cover, please. And later on...well *I* do have a little something in mind." I finish up, the intent *very* clear.

* * * * *

Hmm...I wonder what Scully's little something is?

Well if I want to find out...back to the problem at hand. How *do* I get a backhoe out here to dig up the yard? Sitting down I get out the *Bible* of Arcadia and begin my search.

I am vaguely aware of Scully coming down the stairs, whoa, how long have I been reading? I get up and head towards the steps.

"Hey Scully," I call out. "I think I found the perfect solu..."

Oh My God! I've died and gone to heaven, can I stay here forever? Huh? Can I? Pleasepleaseplease...pleeeaaasssee.

"Tion..." I somehow manage to finish that word.

Scully's on the bottom step, which put her perfect breasts right at lip-level, AH-OO-GAH! Is that a foghorn I hear blowing? I just know my mouth is hanging open, she grabs the CCR out of my hand and tosses it over the banister. I reach for her, but she shakes her head, *now* my curiosity as well as my cock is peaked.

"Take off your clothes." She whispers in my ear before she goes over to the stereo and turns on some very slinky music.

I comply leaving on only my dark blue silk boxers. I'm still standing where she left me. She turns around.

"Mmm...you look good enough to eat," she says, licking her lips.

"Well, point of fact, Agent Scully. I already *know* you are."

She blushes slightly, and then she walks over to me placing her cool hands up high on my chest. Pushing me back onto the steps...Kinky Scully...thank God they're carpeted...but then again-ouch, rug burn doesn't feel very good...

I feel her tongue licking around my belly button and the waistband of my boxers, her hands resting on my thighs. Okay, okay I don't care *where* I might get rug burn. I take it back; this feels so gooood...

"Scu-lee," I moan, my body is quaking.

I try reaching for her again; she lifts her head and steps away.

"Uh-uh Mulder. Stay there, I don't *think* you want me to handcuff you to the banister...or do you?"

"Okay Scully...I'll be good, tell me what you want?"

She takes another step back, beginning to move her body to the rhythm of the music, running her hands over her breasts, caressing. My cock is twitching now; I can't help myself as my hand strays south.

"That's it...Mulder," she croons. "I want to watch *you* watching me...yeah...like that..."

My hand is working my cock as Scully continues her dance.

"I'm watching Scully. Believe me I'm watching."

* * * * *

I knew I had chosen well when I made Mulder speechless yet again, it's not an easy thing to do. I have on a dark blue liquid silk chemise that just barely grazes me mid-thigh with thin straps that show off my shoulders gracefully. Mulder likes my shoulders, I wonder if he'll like the skimpy blue underwear too...no doubt.

I continue my dance, my hands sliding all over my body, my hips circle to the beat of the music...I'm getting *hot* my own body responding to my touch and Mulder's stroking of his own body.

I notice his erection is fully extended his hand stroking much quicker than before...

"Scully...please...I want you..." He pants in between groans.

"Soon, Mulder...soon," I reply.

I can see the drops of pre-cum appear at the tip of his penis, I step forward, can he see the hunger in my eyes...

"Don't move," I caution.

I hear Mulder inhale deeply as my tongue slips out to taste the fluid before circling the head and taking him into my mouth. His hand are limp resting on the steps, I use the tip of my finger to trace the vein bulging on the underside of his penis.

Whoa! I guess *that* move is why I now find myself with our positions reversed, only I'm now on my hands and knees. Mulder presses his chest up against my back, his hands squeezing my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples.

"Not fair Scully..." He hisses. "You do *know* there is a penalty for *foul-play.*"

* * * * *

I dip my head sucking the tender skin at the point where Scully's neck and shoulder meet my teeth just grazing lightly. I feel her arch beneath me like a cat. Hmm...my little kitty-cat Scully...

"What...penalty?" She gasps.

I run my hands up the front of her thighs, cupping my hands around them spreading her legs further apart. My fingers stray to the scrap of silk keeping me away from where my cock wants to be.

Oh Scully I *really* don't think you'll be needing these anymore, so I viciously tear the underwear from her. She's now quaking beneath me, I toss the ruined underwear in front of her face they land one step above her head.

"This..." I whisper into her ear. She moans.

With one quick thrust I've buried my cock inside her tight, wet depths. My fingers tug on her clit at the end of the motion.

"UH...oh, God," she grunts, her head thrown back, her hips jerking in response to the sudden climax at my invasion.

Christ, Scully is sensitive. My God that was so powerful she almost caused me to follow her over the edge, she's so tight to start with and then I can still feel her contractions pulling at my cock. Gritting my teeth I pull back and thrust again, she locks her elbows and pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

We are both moaning almost non-stop, ScullyScullyScully...and she's repeating my name over and over and over like some kind of mantra she's just learned. My hands are gripping her so tight I hope I don't leave bruises. I'm getting close...

I put one hand beside hers on the top step; my right arm goes around her waist, my strokes shorter and faster. I can't hold out much longer...

"Scu...lee.." I groan as I explode inside her.

My chest is heaving as I pull out and flip Scully onto her back. I have to taste us. My thumbs pry apart her outer lips, I see her clit reddened and engorged. I'm not sure why, but I purse my lips and blow air over the nub, her hips jerk as the orgasm engulfs her. My lips fasten onto her-sucking-drawing out the waves...

* * * * *

My body betrays me. I can't control the feelings and pulses rolling through me from Mulder and his magic tongue. I grope blindly for his head, pulling him up into a kiss, tasting our combined flavor, savoring it.

We lie there trying to regain our senses. I grin at him as I get up and walk over the where I had hidden the camera.

"Scully?" he asks bemusedly.

Popping the tape out I hold it up for him to see. His eyes widen so much I almost wonder if they're going to pop right out of their sockets.

"So, Mulder...which one of us gets to screen this for bloopers?"

"Give me *that.*" he growls before leaping at me. I dodge away from him, laughing. "Come here."

I'm running, maybe I can make it to the bedroom tonight, I scream just as Mulder tackles me and we land on the couch...Oh well...

The End

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