By mimic117
mimic117@yahoo.com
 

Rating:  NC-17 baby

Category:  MSR, smut, sequel

Setting:  Smack dab in the middle of the Blown Away/Washed
Away universe, which means around Season 6 or 7-ish, but no
spoilers.  You must read both of those in order to understand
this one!  I'm not kidding.  Just do it.

Summary:  He's driving her crazy.

Archive:  Yes, please.  I'll do Gossamer and Ephemeral myself,
thanks.

Disclaimer:  Still not mine, still only CC's, but I like to hook
'em when I get a chance.

Author's Notes:  Due to the high volume of whining for
SexPig!Mulder from certain people (Mastos!), I've decided to
create a series of these stories about a determined man who
wants what he wants when he wants it.  This is the third story in
the Away series.

Thanks: To Cindy for breakfast hour beta and laughing in the
right places.

Feedback:  Is printed out, fawned over and stroked to tatters.
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Driven Away
by mimic117

Nebraska
4:57 PM

The vibrations were driving her crazy.

Scully knew she'd never get any rest at this rate.  Lying down in
the shady back of their rental car was better than standing on
the side of the road, but if Mulder didn't quit it, she'd be
forced to go out into the heat and beat his ass anyway.

She understood his frustration even if she didn't appreciate his
method of releasing it.

They hadn't driven very far from the school before one of the
tires blew.  When they stopped to check it out, another went flat
right before their eyes.  Apparently, there had been more glass
strewn around the parking lot than they'd realized.  One flat
they would have been able to fix by themselves.  Two meant a
long wait for an available tow truck.

Mulder was not waiting patiently.

A pause followed by a very loud thump caused the car to rock.

She sat up and leaned out the open window.  "Mulder, kicking
the tires is just going to get you a sore foot."

"It makes me feel better."

"Acting childish makes you feel better?"

"Yes."  He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Pouting isn't going to make the tow truck arrive any faster."

"It's been hours, Scully.  How long is this gonna take?"

"It'll take as long as it takes.  They need to remove all the
cars that the tornado tossed onto the highways first.  Then
they'll come and get us."

"But we can't go anywhere with two flat tires."

"We can't go anywhere, period, if they don't clear the roads
first."

"I wish they'd hurry up.  It's damned hot out here."  Mulder
returned to kicking the car's tires.

"You're the one who's allowed to prance around with his shirt
off.  Be thankful for small mercies, as Renna and her neighbors
would say."

"You don't *have* to sit inside the car, you know.  It's probably
hotter in there, even with the windows open."

"I do if I don't want to burn and peel later."

Scully shaded her eyes and looked down the length of
highway.  Wavering heat mirages made it hard to be sure, but it
looked like there was a vehicle approaching.  It didn't appear
big enough to be the tow truck, unfortunately.

The car slowed, then pulled up level with them.  Mulder
stopped his assault on the tires.

"They probably just want to see if we need help," she said.
"You go talk to them.  I'll wait here, where it's shadier."

He glared at her before he walked over to the waiting car's
open passenger window and bent down to talk to the two
young men in the front seat.  She could hear him explaining
their situation and thanking them for stopping.

The bright sunlight glinted off Mulder's sweat-slicked back,
causing him to glisten whenever he moved.  She tried to tell
herself that she was only watching him because it was her job
to cover his back.  She firmly insisted that she wasn't really
enjoying the sight of his shimmering muscles since she was
mad at him over almost getting caught in the shower.  Still, she
had a sudden urge to lick the gleaming crease at the top of his
bicep...

She startled out of her trance as Mulder suddenly straightened
up and said, "Sorry, man.  I don't bat for that team."  He bent
down again and nodded.  "None taken."  He listened.  "No,
seriously.  I'm flattered, but I can't leave her here alone.
Still, I appreciate the interest and the offer of help."  He
listened again.  "Yeah.  You, too."

He straightened again and watched as the car drove off.

Scully called to him through the open window.  "What did they
say?"

As he sauntered back to her, he replied, "They offered to take
me to the next town, but I turned them down."

"Why?  We could have left a note for the tow truck driver and
gotten out of this heat."

"Actually, they were only interested in taking *me*."

She gave him a puzzled stare until he waggled his eyebrows.

"Oh.  I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

"Jealous, Scully?"

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.  "I wouldn't
have cared what you did as long as it got me a ride to
somewhere with air conditioning and ice water."

"I told you that I'd run the air conditioning in the car
except -- "

"We're already low on gas.  I know."

With her eyes still closed, Scully reached over and opened the
door.

"Get in here before you turn into a crispy critter."

"I thought I'd kick the tires some more."

"Over your dead body.  Get in."

She heard his shoes crunch on gravel as he moved closer, so
she scooted to the other side of the back seat.  The cushions
creaked and dipped as he sat down.  He slammed the door and
sighed.

"Now what?" she asked.

"I'm hungry."

"We ate all the snacks in my purse an hour ago.  How can you
be hungry already?"

"Kicking tires burns energy."

She cracked one eye open to look at him.

"You know exactly what I'm going to say to that, don't you?"

He sighed and turned to look out the window as she closed her
eye again.

They'd been at an impasse since they'd left the school.  He
couldn't see why she didn't understand his recent behavior and
she couldn't understand why he didn't see her point of view.
Their current adventure started about fifteen minutes after they
left the school, which meant they were still a half-hour drive
from their motel rooms, hot showers and clean clothes.  The
sweltering day had long since negated the shower they'd taken
earlier.  At that particular moment, she admitted to herself that
she'd commit any number of unspeakable acts for an
immediate change of clothes.

It took Scully only a few minutes to realize that she should have
left Mulder outside, kicking the tires or not.  The amount of
heat radiating from his skin was enough to make the interior of
the car warmer than it had been.  The slight breeze sneaking
through the open window couldn't keep up with the blast
furnace of his sun-drenched body.  His close proximity was
making her sweat.

Even worse, it was turning her on.

She couldn't see him with her eyes closed, but she could smell
the sun on his skin, like sheets that have hung outside on a hot
day.  The urge to rub that scent onto her own body was almost
overwhelming.  She wondered if his skin would be hot under
her hands, like cupping a mug of coffee.  Would he taste of
sunshine when she sucked on his nipples?  How about if she
unbuttoned his jeans and --

Questions like that weren't going to get her anywhere except
frustrated.  There was no way she planned on admitting her
change of feeling to Mulder.  As far as he knew, she was still
mad at him.  Let him keep thinking that.  She'd make it up to
him later, at the motel, where they could indulge in each other
in private for a change.

The silence lasted for several minutes before Mulder started
fidgeting.  First she could hear his fingers drumming on the arm
rest.  Then his knee started bouncing.  He scooted around in
the seat a couple times, then went back to drumming his
fingers.

It was nearly as annoying as the tire-kicking.

"Mulder, can't you sit still?"

He treated it as the rhetorical question it was; both of them
were well aware that he couldn't sit still for long.  The
enforced inactivity was probably making him as crazy as his
nervous jiggling was making her.  Normally, she wouldn't even
bother to mention it, but since she was supposed to be mad at him,
she was going to take full advantage of the fact that he'd expect
her to complain.  She'd put up with a lot from him the last couple
of days, even if some of it *was* rather pleasurable.  Might as
well enjoy being able to bitch about it while she had the chance.
It would have the added advantage of dissipating the low-level
hum of arousal she was experiencing.

"I'm bored, Scully."

Like she didn't know that.  "So find something to read."

"Everything is back at the motel."

"Isn't there anything in the glove compartment?  The trunk?
Under the seats?"

"I'm not sticking my hand under the seats!  And there's nothing
in the glove compartment other than a map and some condom
wrappers."

That caused her to open her eyes.

"Condom wrappers?  You been holding out on me, Mulder?"

"They must not have cleaned the car after the last rental.
Maybe the used condoms ended up down there."

Eww.  "Good thinking."

Scully closed her eyes again.  The sound of rustling trees and
sizzling grasshoppers in the field next to the highway was very
relaxing.  She was just starting to doze when she felt Mulder's
breath on her neck.

She held still for a few seconds, letting her senses catalog his
movements.

Little puffs of warm air moved up and down the side of her face,
over her shoulder, down her arm.  She could hear him inhaling
and exhaling on long, drawn-out breaths, as if he was having
his lungs examined.  His body shifted slightly as he moved
back up her arm and snuffled around her ear.

He was sniffing her.

Suddenly, she was turned on all over again.

She wondered what he could smell.  Her sweat, certainly.  The
chlorine from the school shower, maybe?  He definitely
wouldn't be able to miss the scent of her arousal if he moved
lower.  She could feel the damp patch in her panties.

As much as she hated to, Scully decided to put a stop to his
explorations before he found out that she wasn't mad at him
anymore.

"Mulder, quit that."

He did.  "You still mad?"

"Yes."  She put as much conviction into the one word as she
could.  He knew her every vocal nuance and would be able to
spot a lie in a second.

He snorted.  "No you're not."

Damn.  Busted.  Bluffing was definitely called for, under the
circumstances.

"Yes, I am.  Now sit still.  Fidgeting isn't going to make the
wait any easier."

She sounded pretty convincing, even to herself.  As long as
she didn't open her eyes, he wouldn't be able to look into them
and know for sure that she was lying.  All she had to do was
keep them closed and wait him out.  The tow truck couldn't be
too much longer.

His warm hand skated up her thigh to the edge of her shorts.
She repressed a shiver.

"You sure you're still mad at me?"

"Yep."

She felt his lips on her bare shoulder.  One kiss, two, three.
She ignored him, but she knew he wouldn't be able to miss the
goosebumps on her arms.

"You're not changing your mind, even a little bit?"

"Nope."

His hand skirted back down to her knee, tickling along the
inside edge.  He heaved a gusty sigh.

"Gee.  That's too bad."

Before she could answer, his fingers closed over her nipple,
right through her tank top, and squeezed.

Scully gasped and sat straight up as her eyes flew open.
Surprise threw off her balance, which Mulder capitalized on by
tugging her legs until she toppled backward into the corner, her
head barely missing the handle as she landed against the door.
By the time she had her wits about her again, he'd grabbed the
zipper on her shorts and pulled it down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"  She swatted his
hand out of the way and zipped back up.

"I've found a way to pass the time."

"Are you out of your mind?  We're on a public road!"

He latched onto the zipper.  "Just how many cars have we
seen since we've been here?  Three?  Four?  It's not exactly
the I-95 during rush hour."

He got the zipper open again, then reached toward her feet.
Her loafers dropped to the floor with twin thunks.  She fumbled
to close her pants as she fished around with her toes, trying to
snag her shoes again.  Before she could find them, her shorts
began to slide down.

He was undressing her!  She made a grab for her waistband,
but he slid both hands underneath and lifted her ass off the
seat.  The necessity of hanging onto the cushions caused her
to lose precious seconds, and Mulder used them to whisk her
shorts and panties down her legs and off her feet.

Great.  Bare-ass naked in the back seat of a rental car on the
side of a road in Nebraska.  Just perfect.

She shot him a glare.  "Mulder!  Give me back my clothes!"

He tossed them over his shoulder, into the far corner of the
seat.  "Sorry.  Don't know where they went."

He folded his long legs and squeezed himself into the small
floor space between the front and back seats.   When she lifted
one foot to push herself out of his way, he leaned forward and
buried his face between her legs.

Her first thought was, "Damn, I love when he does this."  But it
was her second thought that she voiced.

"Ugh!  Mulder, don't!  I'm all sweaty."

He separated her folds with his tongue and nibbled on the
sensitive edges.

She tried again.  "I've been wearing the same clothes for two
days."

He took her curls in his lips and gently tugged.

She pushed her hands against his shoulders, but he didn't
budge.  "I even had to turn my underwear inside out after what
happened to them last night."

She planted a foot on his forehead and shoved.  It slipped off
and ended up in his lap.  "I probably smell bad."

"You smell fantastic," he mumbled.  The truth of his statement
was evident under her foot where it rested on his crotch.  She
could feel his penis harden and lengthen as he sucked on her
clit and rubbed his nose into her pubic hair.  Knowing that she
excited him even when she was less than shower-fresh wasn't
helping her self-control at all.

Neither were his hands, which seemed to be everywhere at
once -- pinching her nipples, rubbing her perineum, and
plunging long fingers inside her even as she tried to head him
off.  Her reactions were getting slower and slower as her will to
resist was burned away by the heat of his touch.

When she'd accused him of being a risk junkie earlier in the
locker room, Scully knew she'd also been talking about herself.
The idea that they could be caught at any time by the arrival of
the tow truck, or just someone stopping to help, was an
incredible turn-on.  The danger of being discovered like this,
half naked with Mulder's mouth on her most intimate of places,
was almost enough to make her come.  It wasn't going to take
much more and she was sure he could sense it.

He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes.

"I know you're holding back," he said.  One slender digit slid in
and out of her while his thumb rubbed circles over her pulsing
bundle of nerves.  "Let it out.  Moan, whimper, scream."  He
added a second finger.  "Maybe someone driving past will hear
you.  They might stop to see if you're hurt."  He crooked his
fingers forward and applied pressure.  "But they'll just find me,
sitting here with my rock-hard cock ready to burst out of my
jeans while I make you come with my mouth."

She watched as he lowered his head back between her thighs,
never taking his eyes from her face.  He very deliberately
opened his mouth, took her clit between his teeth, and gently
bit down.

Scully threw her head back and wailed as her orgasm burned
through her body.  It shot from Mulder's mouth to the ends of
her fingertips, up to her breasts, into her brain.  She was aware
of nothing except his teeth and fingers and tongue as she
shook and ground herself into his face.  It felt like she was
never going to stop coming.

It was probably only a few minutes before she became aware
of Mulder's tongue laving her overly-sensitive folds, but it
seemed like it could have been days.  She loved the way he
always soothed her afterward, using the same mouth and
hands that had just brought her to screaming ecstasy in a
different way, to help her recover.  She could feel him now,
kissing and licking, giving her time to gather herself back
together.

Suddenly, through the buzzing in her ears, Scully registered the
fact that Mulder's tongue had stopped moving.  His head
popped up and he looked out the back window of the car.

"Shit!  Scully, get dressed.  The tow truck just pulled in behind
us."

There's nothing like a sudden dump of adrenaline into your
system to counteract the hazy afterglow of an orgasm, she
thought as she groped around for her clothes.  She found her
shorts first.  As she yanked them on, her foot pushed her
panties out of one leg hole.  Fuck it.  She'd just have to go
commando, like Mulder.  She stuffed her underwear into a
pocket, jammed her feet into her loafers, then ran her hands
through her hair.

Mulder was leaning into the opposite corner of the seat, legs
stretched out across the floor as he tried to adjust the very
impressive hard-on under his jeans so it would be less
noticeable.  It wasn't working.  There was an extremely visible
bulge running down the inside of his pants leg, straining against
the seam and refusing to budge.

Scully regretted the necessity of wasting a perfectly good
erection, but it was his own fault.  He never should have started
anything in the first place.

He shot her a frantic glance and she took pity on him.

"I'll go deal with the tow truck.  You stay here and think about
Skinner in a tutu or whatever you do to suppress your raging
libido."

"I'm a bit out of practice at suppressing anything these days,
Scully."  He wiggled around a bit more, pushing and prodding
and making very little difference as far as she could see.

"Well, you certainly haven't exerted any control on *this* trip,
have you?"

He gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged.  Scully heard the
tow truck's door slam.

"Do whatever you have to so you can walk straight," she
instructed.  "Just don't take too long."

She opened the car door and stepped out into waves of heat
pulsing off the blacktop.  She shaded her eyes with one hand,
pasting on the best smile she could muster.  The figure ambling
toward her looked familiar.  When she placed him, her heart
sank.

It was Frank, Renna's husband.

"Hey!" he shouted.  "It's the scarecrow and Dorothy!  What are
you still doin' in Oz?"

Inside the car, Mulder barked out a laugh.  Scully hung her
head.

"Damn it," she muttered.  "Here we go again."

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Author's End Notes:  This series will be continued in Carried
Away, which is already about half done.  Just thought I'd let the
stalkers know ahead of time so they can hold off with the pointy
objects just a bit longer.  Self-preservation and all that.

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