Title: Arcadia III: Hoop Dreams (1/1)

Classification: H, A, X

Rating: R/NC-17

Spoilers: Arcadia, season six

Keywords: MSR

Archive: Anywhere just drop me a note.

Summery: My version of missing scenes. hehe

Otherwise known as a man and his basketball.

Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the characters would have more fun. IMHO

Authors Notes: Scully's POV, Mulder's POV etc.

ARCADIA III: HOOP DREAMS (1/1)

I hear Mulder shut the door. I quickly grab my terry robe and throw it on. I feel sort of silly-after all we've all ready seen each other butt-ass naked, but that is a situation I *really* don't want to analyze now.

Since we were coming to San Diego I had packed my lightweight cotton pajamas. Only one problem, they are kind of see-through and I really didn't want to give Mulder any *food for thought* so to speak. Especially after what I did earlier.

Wait a minute, *food for thought* did I really just think that? Shit...that brings way too many images to my mind, one in particular. Mulder's mouth *feasting* on two such areas, alternating from one to the other, uh-huh...

My hand has unconsciously strayed to the top button on my pajama top, tracing the button circumference. Shitshit and double shit...My damn nipples are like rocks. Talk about headlights!

The phone rings and I am completing my call with the local PD just as Mulder enters the bedroom tossing his sweatshirt past my head. Pisses me off! And I do manage to keep the irritation in my voice. It's hard though as I get a look at Mulder.

Maybe I'm strange, but there is something so erotic about a sweaty man, not unclean sweaty mind you, it's so manly. Especially Mulder, his hair is all messed up too...Damn I *have* got to get out of this room for a few minutes.

I take a deep breath; slap down the evidence bag I had been holding and head to the bathroom. I keep talking to Mulder the whole time; I even have some fun calling attention to the toothpaste and toilet seat.

Ever since the frostbite I suffered in Antarctica I've had trouble with my skin, so I have a new regimen to follow and I forgot last week. Wait till Mulder sees me in this...I look at myself in the mirror...ha, ha I really *do* look like Laura Petri, well except for it being 'glow-in-the-dark' green.

So I head back into the bedroom and Oh-my-God. Mulder is stretched out on the bed...

* * * * *

As I walk in the bedroom peeling my sweatshirt off I hear Scully finishing her phone call and toss the shirt across the room. I'm purposefully trying to get a rise out of her and I *know* I'm succeeding when she smacks down that evidence bag.

I hear her in the bathroom and I answer her almost on autopilot. When I think she's about done I launch myself onto the bed, my face burrowing into the pillow...Rats, no Scully smell...

I grin, *of course* there isn't any *we* spent the night on the couch last night...hmm...maybe we can try the bed tonight...

Just then Scully makes her appearance; it's a shock, at first. Hey I might be a man, but I do know women sometimes wear those things I'm not a total idiot. In fact it makes me think of licking green-tinted whipped cream off Scully's tiny form.

Shit! Here I go again...down, boy!

We keep a dialogue going, she even nails me in the head again with my shirt this time...damn Scully. You're wasting your skills girl 'you coulda been a contenda.' I decide it's time to move in for the kill...

I assume what I figure is the trademark centerfold position before I pat the bed and leer suggestively. She takes this kind of hitching breath.

"C'mon, Laura you know we're married now."

Missed the kill shot by a mile. She's hiding herself I can almost see the walls being erected in her eyes.

"*Scully,* Mulder-goodnight."

Oh well I tried. There's always tomorrow night. I sigh, grabbing a pillow as I crawl off the foot of the bed, sulking all the way to the couch.

"The thrill is gone." I tell her on my way by.

* * * * *

I must have dozed sporadically, I'm restless. I slept like a log last night, until Mulder kicked me off the couch...Well I know he didn't do it on purpose-my ass still feels it a little though.

I'm thirsty so I wander into the kitchen; I peek in on Mulder as I go by...he looks so sexy. There's just no other word. I open up the refrigerator; the cold air makes me shiver for a moment.

I'm just reaching for the milk when the diamond on my hand catches the light. I admire it, holding my hand out and tilting it so that it sparkles back at me...it really is beautiful.

Too bad it isn't really mine...But then did I actually have this vision of life for myself? Maybe a little, but never a white picket fence and certainly not 'Mr. Rodgers does Jim Jones Neighborhood.'

Just then I feel two warm arms encircling my waist, large hands resting on my stomach...warm breath in my hair...lips nuzzling at my neck...

* * * * *

Damn...I screwed up again. I heard Scully's light footsteps as she padded into the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to see what her nocturnal cravings might be.

When I get to the kitchen she's inspecting the diamond closely, holding her hand up to the light emitting from the open refrigerator door. The stones glitter as she moves her hand.

I swallow something in my stomach flips, seeing my grandmother's rings on Scully's soft hand. Quietly I move behind her, embracing her while the wave of tenderness washes over me.

She doesn't have that thick robe on so there is only a thin layer of soft cotton beneath my chest and her back. I wanted to tease her, but I find myself running my lips over her ear and neck...

So soft...her cheek...soft like a babies...

I didn't notice the open milk container in her hand. Really I didn't...and I couldn't imagine such a fierce reaction to my gentle tickling of her belly button...

BIG MISTAKE!

"MULDER!" She squeals as the whole container of milk ends up down the front on her pajamas.

Her top is thoroughly soaked, giving me an impromptu 'wet pajama top' for-my-eyes-only *free* show...WOW! Thank you...there *IS* a God up there somewhere.

She's shivering. The cold milk making her nipples erect...

I think she heard the groan I couldn't stifle. But I couldn't help it even soaked to the skin in milk, no less, Scully is beautiful...

"Scully, you give new meaning to the slogan. Milk does a body good!" I know I'm grinning from ear to ear. I can't help it.

She doesn't even shoot me a dirty look before throwing the container in the sink and storming off towards the bedroom.

SHIT! Damn I can't go running again. So I do the next best thing I head out to the garage and begin dribbling, counting every bounce of the ball...

* * * * *

I know my reaction was spontaneous, but now I have to wash all that milk off me. Thank goodness it didn't get in my hair.

Mulder probably thinks his touch is what startled me, which it was, but in a good way. He managed to hit two of my most sensitive body parts at once, the side of my neck just below my earlobe *and* right above my naval. Oh God, I can feel the wetness between my legs...

It only takes me 5 minutes to rinse my body, dry off and slip my thick terry robe around me. Now I can go dig out another pair of pajamas, but when I open the bathroom door. I hear a steady beat.

Thump...thump...thump...over and over...

I don't even think, I just go into the garage where I find Mulder shooting baskets. I laugh, I mean the backboard and net are only 6 to 8 inches above his head.

"Hey! Mulder I didn't know the poles on those things could be lowered that much." I walk over and lean my back against the black pole.

Mulder just stares at me. I'm not sure what has come over me, but I bend my leg, propping my foot on the pole. My robe separates slightly giving Mulder a view.

"I think I'm ready for that game of 'one-on-one' now. What do you say, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder walks up to me putting the ball on the floor between his feet. He takes my hands, stretching them over my head wrapping my palms around the pole.

"Keep them there...Scully."

My breath is coming quicker. Mulder looks up and down my length once before untying my robe, baring me to his hungry eyes. his hands rest on my hips as his mouth descends to my breast...oh my God...he latches on to my nipple tugging it deep into his mouth.

Mulder smiles against my breast upon hearing my moan before moving to the other, his hands have been kneading my hips, his thumbs drawing circles upon my flesh. Another moan escapes me...

"Mulder..." I pant. I can't believe I'm letting this happen.

His lips are moving down the front of my body, his tongue dipping into my naval...oh...oh god...muldermuldermulder I chant. I'm not sure that was out loud or in my head. All I know is that *Mulder* has my ass in his hands and his face is now jammed in my *crotch* he only licked me once...I think.

Ohmygodohmygod, Mulder is sucking on my clit. If I were a car I wouldn't have any paint left on my body. He slips one finger inside of me...He *knows* what he's doing. I can feel his finger bent slightly, stroking inside me...OHHHH SHIT!

"That's it Mulder...right *there* Oh God!"

My hips surge forward, I can't control myself when Mulder presses and holds his finger inside of me as he tugs *hard* one last time...I'mcomingI'mcomingI'mcoming...

"MulderMulderMulder...Oh God...Mulder!"

I know I'm still pumping my hips wildly against Mulder's face, he must not mind, the spasms still coursing though me. I manage to focus long enough to look down and see that this whole time Mulder has been sitting on his basketball...

* * * * *

HOLY SHIT! I have never had *anyone* react like that to a round of oral sex. I sure won't be able to fantasize with those porno whores's anymore. Wait a minute maybe I won't ever have to again. Scully I can't wait, I *have* to see that again.

I don't give her time to prepare for the next move. I'm not even sure how I pull it off so quickly myself. I yank on the string to my sweats loosening them enough to free my cock. Grabbing Scully's hips firmly I bring her down onto my lap, one arm goes around her waist while the other hand holds my cock in position.

"Ohhhhhh...yeeaaahhhh...Scully..."

Line it up and sink it in! Damn! Scully is moaning into my neck, her lips sucking at the skin there...I do believe I might have a hickey in the morning...oh yeah... now *how* do I explain that.

'Well you see sir, I was using Scully's curling iron because of this *one* nasty lock of hair. I just couldn't do a *thing* with it.'

I chuckle in between groans, thinking about Scully and I 'making out' while *I'm* sitting on my basketball. It's almost an X File, it's definitely a whole new feeling I *like* it.

Scully must too since she's riding me like there's no tomorrow. With every rock of her hips my ass kind of rolls with the ball. Forward and back...oh shit...

Now she's making these little circles with her hips...man I'm close...*Real* close...

"Mulder..." she moans. "I'm, I'm..."

Yeah baby I know, come on. I feel her tense, using my right hand I grasp the back of her head pulling her lips to mine. Devouring her mouth like a starving man. My tongue forces its way into hers, I use my other hand to pull her hips more forcefully against mine. Once...Twice...she's coming and moaning into my mouth I accept all she has to give...

She breaks free from our kiss her head thrown back. I drop my head tracing my way from the hollow of her throat to her nipple. I suck it deep into my mouth again, her hips are a blur, I think she's either still coming or is going to come again...so am I...

"ScullyScullyScullyScully..."

I'm there. I feel her walls clamping down on my cock yet again...you have no idea what it feels like. As we are both gradually coming back from out euphoric state I feel something *odd*...

*POP*...Holy Shit!

I'm lying flat on my back; Scully plastered on my chest, my cock still inside her. Giggling she sits upright reaching back between my legs. Here it comes...

She reveals my now defunct basketball. Which she drops unceremoniously onto the floor beside us...Splat! I think maybe I should have it repaired and dipped in bronze.

"Mulder...I had no idea you were the type of guy to *abuse* your basketball. The NBA might just want to bring you up on charges...

Do you think it's a misdemeanor or a felony?" She smiles at me.

I *know* I am grinning back at her, you know the post 'blow-your-mind' kind of sex smile. She traces a finger over my lips, down my neck and chest before she finally chooses to play with my belly button. Her lips are all swollen and red, her skin is flushed a lovely pink color.

"So...Mulder is *that* the *official* version or the *Fox Mulder* 'make-it-up-as-you-go-along' version of one-on-one?"

"Mine...all the way, baby!"

She leans down, her lips just a hairs breadth away from mine.

"So what's the score?" she inquires.

I smile up at her some more.

"Oh I don't know Scully...I'd call it a tie."

She kisses me before pulling back and smiling slyly, clenching her pubic muscles...damn I'm hard again. I groan as she starts rolling her hips, slowly.

"Well that won't do. I *hate* to lose...care for a *re-match* big boy?"

"Oh yeah." I say as my hands find her breasts again. "And after *I* win...maybe I can collect on that video you promised."

The End

Coming Soon: Arcadia IV: And Rolling!

Notes: Sorry if anyone is disappointed in the NC-17 turn of this series but a majority of the feedback wanted a culmination of all the UST. Since I'm not CC I went the way of the Shipper Fans!

Again thanks for all the encouragement.