Note: This fic was written by my husband with my help. Definately not for the faint of heart!

"Car Trouble"

Authors: The Happy Couple

Rating: NC-17, SMUT, smut, MSR, and more SMUT. LOL

Disclaimer: The X Files and the characters belong to Chris(I'm not worthy!)Carter, and Fox. I just use them for my own sick fantasies. If you sue me, you will get a bowl of chili and this 486 processor computer. Its all I own. :)

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~~Car Trouble~~

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Office of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully
FBI Headquarters
Washington DC

10:13 PM

Fox Mulder sat alone, as his partner Dana Scully had just gone home for the evening. He decided it was pointless to return to his empty apartment. He had everything he needed right here.

He opened the bottom right hand drawer of his desk and withdrew an unlabeled video cassette. Stepping across the room he slipped it in the VCR and pushed play. *Where did I put that remote?* he thought as he returned to his desk. It didn't matter anyway... he was alone in the building except for the maintenance personnel, who never came down to clean the office of the 'FBI's most unwanted'.

The flickering blue glow of the TV screen was the only light that was present in the basement office. Mulder's eyes were riveted to the screen. He watched as if in a trance. The carnal acts before him only served to remind him of his own loneliness.

On the screen, a red haired woman wearing too much makeup, and not much more, giggled and cavorted with a middle aged, pot bellied, very hairy man. It wasn't that redhead that Mulder was actually thinking of.

*I wish that were us, Scully.* He smiled to himself as he wondered what she would say if she knew what he was thinking right now. He took off his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his steel blue dress shirt. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk.

As the action picked up on the screen, he started to feel a twinge of desire, followed by a pressure in his pants. His hand unconsciously crept towards the bulge that was growing there. He rubbed his crotch through his clothing. He decided that he needed more sensation, so he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. Sliding his hand inside his boxer briefs, he slowly stroked his swollen member. The woman on the video was kneeling next to the reclining actor, head bobbing up and down in a rhythm. Once again his thoughts turned to what he would like to be doing with his luscious partner. His head rolled back and his eyes closed.

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FBI Headquarters
Parking Ramp
10:13 PM

Dana Scully approached her car, and hits the remote door lock button on her key chain. She lifted the handle on the door, but the door did not open. Looking inside, she realized that the door was still locked. Puzzled, she pushed the button on the remote again, but nothing happened. *The remote batteries must be dead.* she thought, as she used the key to enter the car instead.

She put the key into the ignition and turned it. Click and then nothing. "Ah Shit!" she gritted out from between clenched teeth. She was tired, her feet were sore, and she was really looking forward to getting home, and having a hot bath. Looking down, she noticed the light switch was still on from when she drove in this morning in the fog. Mulder's car was next to hers. *He has jumper cables.* "If I wasn't so damned tired, I wouldn't mind having him jump more than just my car..." *where did that come from? Geez I must be more tired than I thought!* With a sigh, she opened the door and stepped out, heading back to the office.

Just inside the elevator, she reached down and pulled her shoes off, finally having mercy on her aching feet. She pushed the basement button, and leaned against the wall.

Ding! The doors opened and she stepped out. She noticed how dark it was as she headed down the hallway to the office. The quiet made the hairs on her neck stand up. The office was dark, except for the TV. *Mulder must be watching another Alien Autopsy video he recorded off the FOX network* she thought, shaking her head. She rounded the corner into the office....

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She froze in her tracks and stared. Her jaw dropped at the sight of her partner, head back, eyes closed, stroking himself. She started to retreat before he could see her. She backed out into the hall, out of sight, thinking she would go call a tow truck. Suddenly, a grin spread across her face. *Maybe I am not so tired after all!*

She put her shoes on the bench outside the door. She removed her jacket, and unbuttoned her blouse to expose the swell of her breasts cradled by the sheer rose colored silk bra. She skimmed off her pantyhose and laid them with her shoes. *I can't believe I am doing this!* She headed for the door.

Leaning against the door frame in a seductive pose, she took a deep breath to steady herself, and said in her sexiest voice, "Wrestling with an Alien, Mulder?"

His eyes flew open as his chair tipped over backwards. His right foot kicked the desk forward and spilled the contents of his pencil holder onto the floor. "Shit!" He fumbled with his trousers, trying to pull them up while lying on the floor. Myriads of excuses and explanations went through his head, until he realized that the video was still running. He could never lie to her anyway, and she would never buy it if he did.

Slowly, his hands grip the edge of the desk. He pulled himself up just high enough to see over the top. Scully was smiling mischievously, checking out what was on the screen. She walked slowly over to the desk and sat down. Leaning over towards him, giving him a terrific view of her cleavage, she pointed at the TV. "What's this? A triple X File?"

* I wish I could just fall through the floor.* He felt panicked. It was then he realized that the object of his desire was sitting on his desk, with her shirt open, staring down at him with longing in her eyes. "Why are you here, Scully?" he said meekly. "My car won't start, and I need a jump." "Um... I...I might be able to accommodate you there, Scully...." Looking down at his hard cock jutting outward, she lifted an eyebrow. "I can see that, Mulder."

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"I was... I... what I mean is..." He stuttered, moving to cover himself. "It's quite obvious what you were doing, Mulder..." she seductively swung her legs around to his side of the desk, ending with one knee at each of his shoulders. "Are you going to stay down there all night?"

As he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the rose colored silk covering her sex. "I just might" he groaned. "What's happening here Scully?"

"What do want to happen here, Mulder?" She teased as she traced his member with her toes.

*Oh God!* He drew in his breath sharply. Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine being so turned on!

"Maybe that's what you had in mind?" She motioned towards the TV, drawing his attention to the man on the screen whose head was between his partners legs, lapping enthusiastically.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. What he didn't expect was the tantalizing scent of her, in such close proximity, only served to excite him more.

He was almost out of control.

Scully slid closer to the edge of the desk, causing her skirt to ride up to her hips. "Well?" she queried, eyebrow raised.

*Heaven help me!* Mulder pleaded as he rapidly closed the short distance, hungrily kissing her inner thighs on his way to his prize. He kissed her through her panties, his hot breath causing her to cry out in surprise.

"Oh Mulder!" She pushed into his face. Moisture from his tongue and her desire soaked the sheer silk. Her sexy partner's hands trailed over her hips, hooking the delicate elastic of the silk barrier, drawing them downward, as she lifted herself, allowing him to remove them.

Mulder returned to her auburn curls. He held her legs apart firmly as he dipped into her hot, wet, folds. He worshipped at the junction of her thighs, tasting, nipping, and sucking her into a frenzy. "You taste so sweet" his voice was soft and sultry. Suddenly, she grabbed his head and rocked her hips forward wildly. "Oh! Mulder! I'm...Oh.... my.... God.... OH...MY...GOD!!!!!!!!! Her juices flowed like a river as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. "Mulder!" she panted breathlessly, as he stood and wrapped his arms around her, steadying her against the tempest within.

"Mulder that was amazing!"

"More amazing than this?" He growled as he filled her with one mighty thrust.

"We'll see." she gasped as she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Sliding her hands down to the front of his collar, she ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere.

"Oh Scully!" he groaned.

He quickly shed the tattered shirt and stepped out of his pants that were bunched at his feet. His breath hissed from between clenched teeth as his sexy partner caressed the length of his chest, grazing his nipples. "Oh God..." he was sure he was going to burst into flames. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue danced with hers, mocking the motion of his rigid manhood. Her hands gripped the sides of his face, trying to deepen the kiss even further. He reached down and unbuttoned the last two buttons of her shirt, and released the single hook on the front of her bra. Her breasts, rose tipped and swollen with passion, leapt forward from their restrains and into his waiting palms. "Scully, my Scully..." he tipped his head forward and rested his forehead against hers, looking down at her perfect orbs. Mulder began a journey with his lips, tipping his lover back down to the desk as he traveled from her lips, to her neck, to the hardened buds of her nipples. Sucking one, then the other, till her head whipped back and forth with the sweet frustration. "Mulder, please!" She begged, but for what she did not even know herself. She was out of her mind with the sensations his thrusting cock and plundering mouth and hands were sending through her.

"Please? I do intend to please you, Scully..." He withdrew his penis from her, ignoring her protests, and flipped her over in his arms so that she was facing away from him. Reaching around her, he lovingly caressed the tender flesh of her breasts, while kissing and biting the back of her neck. She squirmed and tried to twist around to face him, but he forbade it. He fumbled to find the fastenings of her skirt, and doing so, undid it and let it float to the floor. Gently he bent her forward till her elbows rested on the desk. Leaning over her, he whispered obscenities in her ear as he impaled her from behind. She immediately tossed her head back, and begged him to fuck her harder. "Mulder, Love, give it all to me! It feels so good! You are so hot, so hard!" she was completely lost in the lusty feelings that had overcome her. "Fuck me, Mulder! Hard!" One of his hands dropped between her legs and stroked her to the edge. "Come for me my Love, come for me!" His rhythm increased in speed as they both neared the moment they had been longing for. "I want to see you, Mulder, when you come. I want to look into your eyes..." she pleaded. Frantically he pulled away from her, as she turned to face him. Grabbing her firm buttocks, he lifted her onto his raging erection, as she wrapped her legs around him. He held her up by her ass while thrusting into her, as she clung to his neck. She was whimpering, sobbing with pleasure. He was wincing, desperately trying to maintain some control. Taking a couple of faltering steps, trying to keep his balance, he rapidly turned around and leaned her back against the filing cabinet. He hammered into her ruthlessly, unable to keep in check any longer. "Scully, I love you Scully!" he cried out, holding her tight and looking into her sultry eyes. "I love you, Mulder, I love you...." Looking deeply into each other's eyes, they reached the point of no return. They came together, crying out one another's names.

Breathless and exhausted, they slowly slid to the floor, holding each other tightly. They lay that way for a while, legs and arms entwined. Surprisingly, they felt shy, unsure of what to do next. The silence was suddenly broken by the ding! of the elevator!

They both jerked their heads towards one another, then scrambled to find their discarded clothing. As footsteps draw nearer, they hurriedly throw their clothes on, and Mulder held his jacket together, to hide the abused shirt. Scully smoothed her tousled hair. They both put on 'innocent' looks, which had the effect of making them look more guilty than not. It was then that he spotted her panties, lying on the floor by the filing cabinet. She noticed them also, and started to dart over for them, but Mulder grabbed her wrist and stopped her just as Assistant Director Skinner entered the office.

"What are you two doing here so late?" the A.D. asked, with a smirk.

"Well, sir, Agent Scully's car wouldn't start, and she came to ask me for a jump." he realized his mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

"Agent Scully?" he walked over two the duo, "do you have anything to add to this?"

"No sir, that's pretty much the way it is."

"Well, the evidence I have here," he pulls out Scully's pantyhose that he retrieved from the bench in the hall, " I would say more than her car got jumped. I guess," he said, pointing to the TV screen," we will need to rename this division The Triple X Files." He tossed the hose to Mulder.

"What are all these damned buttons doing all over the place?" he said as he turned to leave the room, his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.

Once he was out of earshot, Scully whispered, "well at least he didn't notice the panties..."


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