Date sent: Tue, 7 Apr 1998 10:13:15 -0230 (NDT) From: Jaime Michelle Brazil Subject: The Price of Spontaneity (1/1) NC-17 by Brazil & Matheson =============================== Title: The Price of Spontaneity Author: J.M. Brazil & Karen Matheson Addy: x59jmb@morgan.ucs.mun.ca (Jaime), metro.guide@ns.sympatico.ca (Karen - please put her name in the subject header) Rating: NC-17 Classification: SRH Spoilers: None Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Distribution: Gossamer, please. Anywhere else, please let us know. Summary: What began as an exploration of the tattoo, turns into something a little more interesting. Disclaimer: Speaking for both Karen and myself, we don't own them, and as we both live in Canada, we'll probably never have the amount of money we would need to buy them. CC, you don't have to worry. No infringement intended. Jaime's notes: Once again, I have to thank Karen for her wonderful contribution. I think, this time around, she wrote more of the story than I did. Not much more, but enough. As a friend of mine once said, she leaves them in a sweaty heap and tells me to have my go at them. In other words, the good parts are Karen's. Everything else is mine. Thanks also go to Mac and Nora - my faithful editors - whose patience and support are appreciated. Karen's notes: Don't listen to Jaime -- she does all the plotting and planning for these stories. I just jump in and write the naughty bits. If you enjoy, thank her. *This is a sequel to 'Spontaneity Just isn't My Thing' and 'Spontaneous Combustion'. If you haven't read those, this one may be a little confusing.* The Price for Spontaneity "Do we really need to talk about this right now, Mulder. I'm really tired." Dana Scully entered the dark, damp motel room, and wrinkled her nose at the musty scent that permeated the room. She draped her well-worn, black trenchcoat over the arm of a nearby chair, and flopped down on the bed. Mulder entered the room behind her, shut the door, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes, Scully, I think we do." He pleaded with his eyes as he reached out to stroke her thigh. Dana slapped his hand away playfully. Her mood had changed a little, and despite her fatigue, she was obviously in the mood for games. "Remember that little thing called a rule book? Hmm? Remember the little rule that states that male and female agents do not consort in the same motel room while on a case? We probably shouldn't have done what we did that first night." Mulder replaced his hand. This time she left it where it was. "Must I remind you who started things that night? If I remember correctly, it was you who entered my room, and insisted on returning my T-shirt - which happened to be the only thing you were wearing at the time." A small grin appeared on their faces simultaneously as they recalled the event of that evening, and all the following evenings. "Besides," he continued. "The case is closed. And I never said that anything was going to happen. We can put a couple of quarters in the magic fingers and enjoy." An impish look appeared in his eyes. "Anyway, when have we ever followed the rules?" Scully grinned, and slid over in the bed, making room for her partner. He stood up from the edge of the bed, removed his own black trenchcoat, and lay down on the bed beside her. Reaching into his trouser pocket, he pulled out several quarters, leaned over his partner, and placed them in the coin slot. Within seconds, the bed was shaking underneath them, and Mulder was giggling. Dana looked over at him, and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "Why are you giggling, Mulder? You sound like a little girl." "These things tickle me. I can't help but laugh. If it bothers you that much, I'll get off." He made a move to get off the bed. Scully reached out and grabbed his arm to make him stay. "Hey," she started to chuckle herself. "It isn't bothering me. I like the sound of your laughter. I don't get to hear it often enough. You don't need to get up." In order to demonstrate her point, she turned over on her side, and wrapped her arms around him. "I don't want you to go." She punctuated her statement with a kiss. Mulder turned in her arms, locking his own arms around her. He returned the kiss tenderly. It wasn't enough for Scully. She pulled his head closer to hers, and demanded entry to his mouth. Mulder gave in to her insistence, and kissed her deeply. It wasn't long before they were feverishly stripping each other of clothing. Within a matter of minutes, their bodies spread across the vibrating bed, clad only in their underwear. All of a sudden, the magic fingers stopped. Scully groaned into Mulder's mouth. "Ohhh, Scully." Scully gently pulled away from her partner. "No, Mulder. The magic fingers stopped." "Oh. Yeah. Just hold on one second." Rolling to the edge of the bed with Scully in his arms, Mulder deposited another two quarters into the slot. The bed jerked to a start, and the couple resumed their activity. Neither noticed that they were being moved closer and closer to the edge of the bed. It wasn't until too late that Mulder realized that they were actually falling off. Luckily, Mulder landed on the ground first, and broke Scully's fall as she landed in a heap on top of him. "Oomph." Mulder groaned. "Are you okay, Scully?" Scully didn't respond with words. Instead, she captured his lips with her own, and picked up where they had been before they were displaced from the bed. "Scully?" Mulder said as he came up for air. "Yes, Mulder?" Scully decided not to let a little thing like Mulder's distraction stop her. She proceeded to explore his lovely neck with her lips. "We're on the floor." "Give the man a prize," she murmured, a small smile resting upon her lips. "No more magic fingers," he pointed out. "That's what you think." She raised herself up slightly and her hand strayed down to his groin. "Oooh! I believe in magic..." he groaned as her hand danced over his lap. "But Scully--?" "Yes, Mulder?" She looked down at him, a little exasperated. "You're tired. You're stressed out. I think what you really need right now is a back massage. And if not from the magic fingers, then from me." Before she had a chance to respond, he'd rolled her off him and pinned her to the floor, face down. Then he straddled her. "Mulder!" "Hold still Scully, I'm an excellent masseur." "You're just trying to see my tattoo!" "Scully, I've seen every other part of you, why are you being so coy about this?" "A girl's got to have some secrets," she grumbled, trying not to grin. It was silly, but she'd made a little game of not letting him see the tattoo. It sure hadn't been easy. She'd had to lock the door every time she took a shower when he was around. And she insisted on making love in the dark. He'd gone along with it so far, no doubt plotting to spring something like this on her. Oh well. She could only hope that Mulder would make the end of this particular game worth it. He hadn't disappointed her yet. In the position he was in now, he was currently covering her tattoo. But that would soon change, she knew. His long, elegant fingers traced delicate patterns on her upper back. So far so good. She relaxed a little into his caresses. Then they settled at the clasp of her bra. "Would mam'selle permit?" He oozed in a terrible, sleazy French accent. "To be sure, Reynard." She giggled at her little joke, using the French form of his hated first name. He got the reference. "Ah... mam'selle... she iz 'ze *fiesty* one..." He growled playfully, unhooking the garment. "Mulder, you sound like Pepe LePew." "All part of zee plan to charm zee pants off you," he murmured, nibbling on her ear as he pulled her bra out of from under her with a dramatic swipe. "Mulder?" "Mmm?" "I'm not wearing any pants." "Zen my plan is working, no?" "Goof!" She laughed. "Goof, eh?" His voice returned to normal and his hands began to knead her shoulders. "How does this feel? Goofy?" "Mmm...no...That feels wonderful." He bent into his work, digging his fingers into the tight muscles. Scully groaned, a deep luxuriant sound, thoroughly abandoned to hedostic pleasure. Mulder's erection twitched at the sound. He wasn't sure how long he could keep up this little game. He shifted down her body so that he sitting across her upper thighs, his weight on his knees. For Scully, the soothing sensation of his talented fingers working out the knots in her shoulders and upper back warred with the tantalizing promise of his erection pressing against her. Part of her wanted to relax into the massage, and the other part longed for the seduction to end. Mulder seemed to sense this and slipped his hands underneath her, raising her upper torso up a bit so he could cup her breasts. She moaned, breathily. "I thought you said I needed a *back* massage?" "Maybe it's time to start thinking about what *I* need, hmm?" He rumbled into her ear. She shivered at the sensation, and cried out as he gently pinched her nipples. "And what do *you* need?" She managed to ask. He moved off her, without even stopping to check out the now-forgotten tattoo. He rolled her over onto her back. "You." He said simply as he drew her panties down her legs, then settled atop her. "You have that, Mulder." She whispered. They kissed deeply. Scully's hand ran over Mulder's back, sliding down to the waistband of the boxers he still wore. She slowly began to slide them down over his glorious ass. Mulder squirmed in her arms, breaking the kiss and rising up on his knees, quickly shedding the black silk garment. His cock sprang free and Scully moaned again at the sight of it. "Now," she whispered. He hesitated. "Are you sure you're ready?" She reached up and grasped his cock in her hot little hand, drawing him forward. When the head of his penis came in contact with her sex he was shocked at how wet she already was. "Now," he gritted between his teeth and slid easily into her. "Oh God!" She closed her eyes and her head fall back as he filled her. When he stilled within her she opened her eyes. He was gazing down into her face, his own face twisted with desire and concern. "Am I hurting you?" He asked, a tremor of fear in his voice. "Oh no," she crooned. "Never. You could never hurt me." Relieved and almost beside himself at the sensation of being inside her, Mulder kissed her throat and lazily rotated his hips. Her legs twined around his, heels beating their own tattoo against the backs of his thighs. His lips moved down to her right breast, caressing the peak they found there. She arched up. "Lick it," she begged. He obliged, running his tongue around the tight, hard nipple, evoking tiny cries and spasms of delight. Her inner muscles clenched around him and he thrust harder, body refusing to obey his mind's command to take things slow. "Ah, Scully," he groaned. "You make me crazy." "I refuse to take full responsibility for your insanity," she panted, digging her nails lightly into his shoulders. His hips moved forward, again of their own volition. She was maddening and delicious and he was determined to make her as crazy as she made him. He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth as he thrust high and deep, rubbing against her in the way he knew she liked best. Scully screamed as he made exquisite contact with her clit. She bucked underneath him, nearly throwing him off as her orgasm took them both by surprise, thunderous and all-encompassing. Mulder felt himself swept along by the tide of her passion. He lost himself inside her, his body twitching uncontrollably as he came and came and came. With a groan, Mulder rolled off his partner, and lay next to her on the floor. Scully sighed, and rested her head on his chest. "So what did you think?" Scully asked, still breathing heavily. A confused expression replaced the satiated look on his face. "What are you talking about? What did I think of what?" Scully removed her head from Mulder's chest, and began to stand up, reaching for his white dress shirt. Her voice was somewhat muffled as she bent her head to button the shirt. "The tattoo, Mulder. What did you think?" Mulder made an effort to sit up, groaned, and lay back down on the floor. "I didn't get the chance to look at it. I got a little distracted. Remember?" A grin spread across Scully's face. "Yeah. I think I can recall that. You still haven't achieved your goal. My tattoo remains unexplored." With another groan, Mulder once again attempted to sit up. "Um, Scully. I think I may need you to help me up here." Scully snorted. "I thought you did that quite nicely on your own, earlier. You didn't need my help then." "No, I guess I didn't. However, that's not quite what I'm talking about now, is it?" Mulder questioned, a grimace spread across his face. "I'm in pain here. Seeing as how it was your idea to continue on the floor, do you think you could spare a moment of your precious time to help me off the floor? Hmm?" She extended her hand to him, and gently pulled him up. "I'm sorry, Mulder, but it's your own fault. I guess you're getting a little old." Mulder's voice was indignant. "Scully! Remember, I landed on my back! And you fell on top of me!" With a soft kiss on the lips, Scully helped Mulder into the bed, and then crawled in next to him. "We'd better get some sleep, Mulder. We've got a 6am flight back tomorrow morning, and a meeting with Skinner at 10am." Wrapping his arms around her, Mulder murmured his response. "kay... g'night, Scully." Scully smiled as she curled up in his embrace, closing her eyes as her exhaustion overwhelmed her. The red-eye flight back to DC the following morning was hellish for them both. They were stiff and sore from their little floor-show' the previous night. The cramped seats in economy class only added to their discomfort. Almost immediately upon arriving at the Hoover building, the pair of agents were rushed into Skinner's office. Their boss watched from his desk, with amusement, as they stumbled across the doorframe. "Have a seat." Scully eased herself, slowly, into a padded chair across from Skinner. Mulder remained standing, eyeing the chair next to his partner. Skinner caught the look Mulder was giving the chair, and looked at the younger man over the top of his glasses. "Is there a problem, Agent Mulder?" Mulder shook his head. "Um, no. We... I had a rather hard time last night." A muscle in Skinner's jaw twitched slightly. Scully covered her eyes with her left hand, her cheeks changing gradually from their natural ivory to a deep crimson. A hand indicated the chair next to Scully, and a stern voice echoed throughout the room. "Sit *down*, Agent Mulder!" Mulder slowly moved toward the chair, and gripped the armrests, using them as a guide to ease himself into the chair. Half an hour later, once Skinner had finished reaming them out over their last case, he dismissed them. The pair of agents turned to one another, and exchanged a glance. Skinner stared at them both. In a voice as loud as thunder, he repeated, "You're dismissed!" Scully gripped the armrests of the chair, and used them as leverage to haul herself upright. Mulder, however, was having a difficult time getting up. As Scully stood staring at him, hands on her hips, he gave himself one final push, and just managed to stand up. Skinner watched as the two agents slowly crossed his office, and made their way to the door. When they were almost there, Mulder leaned, as best he could, toward his partner, and whispered, "Do you think he knows?" As they closed the office door behind them, a huge guffaw could be heard coming from the room they had just exited. "Yes, Mulder. I think it's safe to assume that Skinner knows. I guess it's just the price we pay for spontaneity." -The End- ============================ So, what did y'all think? Does it deserve another sequel? Remember, Mulder still hasn't seen that tattoo. Do you think he should see it? Should Scully have it removed? Come on, someone has to tell us what to do next.