By mimic117
mimic117@yahoo.com
 

Rating:  NC-17 you betcha

Category:  MSR, sequel

Setting:  Smack dab in the middle of the Away universe, which
means Season 6 or 7-ish.  This story is another sequel to
Blown Away, Washed Away and Driven Away.  You *must*
read those in order to understand this one.  I'll wait...  ~hums
tunelessly~

Summary:  Some people just can't help getting carried away.

Archive:  Yes indeedy do, if you so wish.  I'll do Gossamer and
Ephemeral myself, thanks.

Disclaimer:  I ain't claiming nothing except that I'll put them
back when I'm done.  They'll be tired, but happy and relaxed.

Thanks:  To my Twinsy for her unrelenting devotion to
excellence in beta.  And smut.  Between her and Tali, I've been
hounded like a small, defenseless animal.  But this story is
especially for Tali, because she wanted SexPig!Mulder *and*
wetfic together.  Hope this is what you had in mind.

Feedback:  Is printed out, fawned over and stroked to tatters at
mimic117@yahoo.com

Visit all my fics at the little house that XochiLuvr built.
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Your depravity levels may vary.

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The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the
things it has forbidden to itself.
Oscar Wilde  -  The Picture of Dorian Gray

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Carried Away
by mimic117
 

9:34 PM

Scully found it surprising what clean clothes and food could do
for a person's attitude.

She hadn't been terribly impressed by their motel when they'd
checked in, but now she had to admit it wasn't all that bad.
Considering how it looked on the outside, it was incongruously
spacious and clean inside.  The king-sized bed was firm, but
not rock hard.  The bathroom was sparkling clean and well
supplied with towels.  And the pool was crystal clear and
inviting.

It had been Mulder's idea to take a moonlight swim to wind
down.  The pool wasn't locked and there were no signs with
specific hours.  It was a swim-at-your-own-risk proposition,
which appealed to her current mood.  They'd certainly taken a
number of risks in the past day.  Swimming after dark was the
least of them.

Scully always packed a one-piece suit, in case she had the
chance to do some laps wherever they were staying.  Adjusting
the straps, she gloated that, for once, she was going to have a
chance to use it.  She picked up the room key and a towel,
poked her feet into a pair of flip-flops and left to meet Mulder
at the pool.  He'd been impatient to get started and headed out
while she was still changing.  As she rounded the corner of the
building, she could hear him splashing around.

She smiled when she opened the gate in the tall board fence.
All alone.  Good.  It would be nice not to have an audience for a
change, even if they weren't going to be doing anything except
swimming.

Mulder waved as she set her towel on a lounge chair, then
dove under and swam away.  The motel probably dated from
the 1950's and the pool was actually a decent size.  She could
see him take five long strokes before he reached the other
side.  The lights inside the pool were missing a couple of bulbs
-- it was dim and shadowy, giving him the appearance of a
mysterious sea creature as his lean form skimmed below the
surface.  He swam back and bobbed up at the edge closest to
her, pushing wet strands of hair out of his eyes.

"Come on in, Scully.  The water's great.  Just what you need
after getting so overheated in the car."  He waggled his
eyebrows at her before he flipped backwards and kicked off
the side.  She admired his body as he sliced through the water
away from her.  Bronzed arms, muscled torso, pale swim
trunks where a dark patch of curls showed through at the
center.

It took her brain a moment to catch up with her eyes.

That wasn't a light colored suit -- it was Mulder's untanned hips.
He wasn't wearing any trunks!  No Speedo.  Nada.  Zip.

He was swimming naked!

At the deep end of the pool, he jackknifed and dove toward the
bottom.  His pale ass was spotlighted by the moonlight before
his arrow-straight legs followed him down without a single
splash.

Scully hastily kicked off her sandals and jumped in.  When she
opened her eyes under the surface, she could see him at the
other end of the pool, treading water.  She'd sort of been
hoping that what she'd seen was a trick of the light, but it
wasn't.

Mulder was skinny dipping.

He poked his head below the water and waved at her again,
then kicked off the side and started swimming toward her.
Scully did the same and met him in the middle.  She held onto
his shoulders while Mulder's hands spanned her waist.  His
legs slowly churned, keeping them afloat.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Swimming?  Why do you ask?"

She slid a thigh between his legs and gently nudged his penis.
It floated and bounced against her skin in the eddies she'd
stirred up around his groin.

He shrugged.  "I forgot my trunks."

She gave him an incredulous look.  "How could you forget your
trunks?"

"The same way you forgot your razor and had to borrow mine."

Oh.

He continued, "I don't let just anyone get leg hair all over my
razor, you know."

"Well, I don't let just anyone get beard stubble all over my legs,
either.  But at least I remembered my bathing suit.  What would
you have done if other people were out here?"

"I would have kept my towel on and sacked out in a lounge
chair, working on my moon tan."

"Why didn't you wear your boxers?  They're almost like swim
shorts."

He snorted.  "I wear stretch boxers, Scully."  She raised an
eyebrow in inquiry.  "They cling under normal conditions.  Wet,
they outline every ridge and vein to the point where I might as
well be naked anyway."

"Ah.  The voice of experience?"

"Um hmm."  He pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck.  She
gripped his shoulders tighter as the action caused them to sink
lower into the water.

"Mulder, we'll both drown if you keep doing that.  We're in the
middle of the pool."

He lifted his head long enough to say, "No we're not."

Her back bumped into the side ledge.  Mulder's paddling had
moved them across the narrow width of the pool.

He took advantage of her surprise to change his hold.  One
hand traveled down to cup her ass while the other moved up to
her breast.  He pulled one side of her top down.  Warm water
caressed her nipple, which immediately puckered and started
to ache.  She grabbed her suit and pulled it back up.  He pulled
down the other side.

It was the car all over again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"  Her shrill whisper
didn't seem to faze him.  She kept a firm grip on both sides of
her suit top as a precautionary measure.

"Aquatic exercise, Scully."  He nibbled on her ear and she
shivered.  "It's good for your cardio-vascular system and easy
on arthritic joints."

He bit down gently on the vein pulsing in her neck.  Her voice
was breathy from the resulting tingles that raced through her
body.

"You don't have arthritic joints."

His fingers slid into the sides of her suit top, brushing over
her hardened nipples.  Her muscles felt weak.  She wouldn't be
able to maintain the hold on her suit much longer.

"I don't know," he replied.  "This joint seems pretty stiff."

He thrust his hips forward and she felt his penis brushing her
leg again.  It wasn't floating anymore.

"Are you crazy?" she hissed.  "How can you think of sex NOW?
We're more out in the open than we were in the car."

His hands slid under the seat of her suit and grabbed her ass.

"We're surrounded by a fence.  Besides, you're the one who
was prodding my package a few minutes ago.  It's not *my*
fault."

She huffed and pushed against his shoulders.  He countered
by pulling her even closer.

"Mulder, didn't you get enough sex the last two days?  We did it
in the shower this morning, for pete's sake!"

He shook his head.  "This morning was hours ago.  Days,
weeks in the past.  I can never get enough of you, Scully.
Never."

His hands traced the edge of her suit as it curved over her hips;
down around her legs, straight into the vee of her thighs.  His
fingers snagged the edge of the fabric and pulled it to one side.
Water, cooler than her heated skin, tickled over her naked
labia.  It was an amazingly sensuous feeling.

Scully gasped and arched her back.  Mulder pushed her legs
open farther and insinuated himself in the gap.  She tried to
shove him away, but they were both so buoyant, she couldn't
get any leverage.  He guided himself to her opening with one
hand while he pushed down on her shoulder with the other.  It
didn't take any force for the tip of his penis to slip inside.

This was getting ridiculous.

Ever since they'd become lovers, Mulder had given his
emotions freer reign, behaving affectionately with her, ardent,
even downright passionate.  But this insistent need of his lately
was bordering on obsession.  Was he sneaking Viagra without
her knowledge?  Was he trying to prove something to her?  To
himself?  These questions deserved further study.

He pushed in a little farther.

But not right this minute.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, giving up all pretense
of resistance.  She couldn't believe the way he felt inside her.
It was different than she was used to.  His rigid flesh was
hotter than the surrounding water, setting up an odd contrast of
coolness on her skin and molten lava where he was thrusting
into her.  He held onto the ledge and used his body to push her
back against the side of the pool as he drove deeper.  His feet
must be on the bottom or he wouldn't be able to maintain any
force.  Still, each upward lunge made both of them bob out of
the water.  Waves were already lapping down the length of the
pool, sloshing over the ledge behind her back.  Scully let go of
Mulder's shoulders and grabbed the ledge.  Maybe she could
give him something to push against.

She stiffened her arms on his next thrust.  He slid all the way
in until his balls bumped up against her ass.  They both groaned.
Scully clamped her mouth over his, stifling his ecstatic
whimpers and glancing around as much of the pool area as she
could see.  She might not be able to stop him, but she could at
least watch their backs.

One of his hands let go of the ledge long enough to grab her
top and yank it down.  Both of her breasts sprang free, and he
released her lips in order to latch onto a nipple.  His hot mouth
surrounding her tight flesh was exquisite.  She cried out with
pleasure, then suddenly remembered where they were and
anxiously looked around.  When he shifted his attention to her
other breast, she managed to keep it down to a low moan.

Mulder released her breast, panted out, "God, you feel
fantastic.  I've been waiting all day to do this," and bent over
to suck on the first nipple again.

Scully knew there was no way she would be able to stay quiet
much longer.  She was tired from the long day and she'd
already had two shattering orgasms in less than twelve hours,
but the feeling of him inside her, around her, tugging and
pushing at her, was too much.  Another release was building,
helped along by the little "uh, uh, uh" noises Mulder was
making against her breast with every thrust.  She let go of the
ledge and cupped his face.  They were both so far gone, it was
going to take very little before they exploded.  What *was*
needed was noise control, and she only knew one way to
accomplish that.

She tugged his mouth away from her breast and replaced it
with her lips when he looked at her.  His thrusts sped up.
Water slapped around and between them, showering their
bodies with droplets that felt cold on her flushed skin.  Mulder
continued his vocalizing, each small grunt rising higher in pitch
as he slammed her against the side of the pool again and
again.  Scully felt her climax hit as he reached high C.  She
joined him in a passionate duet, clinging to his driving body as
her limbs quaked and her fingers clawed at him.

As she was recovering her bearings, Mulder cried out into her
mouth two, three, four more times, then shuddered and
quivered in her arms.  She held him as he shook from head to
toe, soothing him with her lips and hands, drawing out his
pleasure as much as she could.  He finally slumped over onto
her shoulder and immediately slipped out of her.  Scully's suit
crotch rolled back into place on its own, as if it had never been
moved at all, but a stray breeze reminded her that the upper
portion of her anatomy was still on display.

Pulling the top of her suit back up, she adjusted it until she
was decent again.  She wrapped her arms around Mulder and
rubbed her fingers in circles on his heaving back until his
breathing finally calmed down.  He picked his head up and
looked at her with heavy-lidded, glassy eyes.

A grin twitched at the corners of her mouth.  "Mulder, what has
gotten into you lately?  First the school gym, then the locker
room, then the car, now this."

He blinked a couple of times, then answered her with a
question.  "Do men go through menopause, Scully?"

The change of subject made her pause for a moment.  "Some
do, I guess.  That's one theory for the male midlife crisis."

"Well, I think I'm going through male menopause.  I can't seem
to get enough of you.  It's all I think about."

She should have known his seeming non-sequitar had a
purpose.  "In the first place, you're not old enough for male
menopause.  In the second place, it takes a different form for
men than it does for women.  And in the third place, you're a
guy.  Of course you think about sex all the time."

"I didn't say I was thinking about sex.  I said I was thinking
about you."

"Is there a difference?"

Instead of answering, his eyes went wide as Scully heard the
pool gate slap shut.

"Well, if it isn't the lovebirds again!" a familiar voice cried.
"Small world, ain't it?"

Scully's head drooped in resignation.

It was Renna.

Scully turned in Mulder's arms to face the woman and he pulled
her back against his chest, like a shield.  She summoned up
the best smile she could under the circumstances.

"Hello, Renna.  We never expected to see you here."

The other woman smirked.  "When Frank told me where he
dropped you two off, you coulda knocked me over with a
feather.  Fancy you stayin' at the same place where I work
nights.  God sure does work in mysterious ways, don't He?"

"He sure does," Scully muttered.  Now she needed to figure out
what she'd done recently to make Him mad at her.

Renna moved around the pool enclosure, closing the table
umbrellas and straightening the chairs.  A sinking feeling hit
Scully in the stomach when she realized that Renna was not
planning to leave anytime soon.

Mulder's sing-song whisper tickled her ear.  "She's not going
awaaa-ay."

He must be reading her mind.  Scully sympathized with his
predicament, but it was his own fault for deciding to swim in the
buff.  Still, it was her job to take care of her partner.  Even
when he did something dumber than usual.

"Um, Renna, do you need us to leave?" Scully asked.  "We
were planning to swim for a while longer, if that's okay.  You
could always come back in a bit if you need to lock up."

"Nah," the woman replied, "I'm in no hurry.  You two finish what
you was doin'.  Don't mind me."  She picked up a magazine
someone had left on a table and leaned against the fence as
she flipped through it.

Well that was great.

Scully turned around to face Mulder and widened her eyes in
inquiry.  She was fresh out of ideas.  It was his move.

Mulder looked from Scully to Renna and back again.  He tilted
his head with a speculative look on his face that made Scully
suddenly feel uneasy.  Now what?

"Right," he said.

He turned and swam to the other side of the pool with a couple
efficient strokes of his arms.  His feet landed on the bottom
rung of the ladder, he grabbed the rails, and then hoisted
himself out of the water.  Shimmering rivulets cascaded off his
naked ass as he climbed the ladder and strode across the
concrete deck toward a lounge chair.  When he bent over to
pick up his towel, Scully heard the slap of a magazine hitting
the concrete deck.  Renna gasped.

Mulder wrapped the towel around his hips, securely tucked in
the end, and picked up his key.

"I'll meet you back at the room, Scully," he said as he walked
toward the pool entrance.  He opened the gate, then stopped
and turned to Renna.  "It was nice to see you again.  Say hello
to Frank for me."

Scully jumped when the gate banged shut, then looked over at
Renna.  She was standing with her hands clasped over her
chest, as if she was having a heart attack.  Scully opened her
mouth to ask if she was all right, but the other woman spoke
first.

"Sweet Jesus, I have seen the promised land.  Praise the Lord.
Hallelujah!"

Ah.  A religious experience.  Scully understood the feeling
perfectly.

Renna scampered over to the gate, opened it, and peered
around the fence.  "I see his swim trunks and pajamas are a
matchin' set."  She heaved a sigh.  "Honey, you can make
waves in my pool *any* time."

Scully's mouth dropped open.  She closed it quickly as Renna
turned and walked back toward the pool.  Pulling herself out of
the water, Scully padded over to her lounge chair.  She
wrapped the towel around herself and gathered her belongings.
She thought about apologizing, then decided against it.  Renna
hadn't indicated that she knew what was going on, so maybe
she hadn't heard anything.  Best to get out of there as fast as
possible, before she started to regale Scully with stories about
her and Frank "gettin' it on" while skinny dipping.

Pasting on a smile, Scully said, "Goodnight, Renna.  It was nice
to see you," and made her escape.

As Scully headed toward their room, she made a mental note
to start looking for information on male menopause.  She didn't
really think her partner was going through that phase, but
forewarned was always forearmed.  With Mulder, she figured
she'd need all the help she could get.

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Author's End Notes:  The swimming pool is actually based on
the one at the hotel right behind my house.  (banlu will know
what I'm talking about after next week.)  It's not as big, but
the fence is the same.

This is the last story planned in this series, unless my insane
muse comes up with something else.  This was a fun little
universe to play in, and I hope you enjoyed your stay here.
Now it's time for someone else to write some SexPig!Mulder for
*me*!  I like reading about him, too, you know.

Feedback:  mimic117@yahoo.com

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