The Best Laid Plans
by Harrison Coin

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The Best Laid Plans... by Harrison Coin

Mulder checked the blacktop. Not really hot, not really cool, perfect for a solo game of shooting hoops. His bright orange basketball bounced a bit off, making it seem like a dog glad to be free of Mulder's apartment for a while. Normally there were a whole bunch of teenagers (among whom he regularly kicked a substanial amout of ass), but it was the weekend, they were busy boffing their girlfriends or seeing movies. Not even the die-hards, the real competition, were here. Mulder had the court to himself.

Or so he thought. He heard a sound in the distance that was unmistakable the sound of a ball. He looked over the courts...

...And he felt his jaw physically drop when he saw his partner, Scully, shooting lay-ups. Oh, what the hell, he thought. Even though he was attracted to her powerfully, it wouldn't affect his game. She actually looks pretty good, he thought, and her shots aren't exactly shabby either.

"Hey, Scully, care for a game?"

Scully feigned surprise that Mulder was here. Perfect. She admitted it had been a while since her days on the basketball team, but she was still pretty good. And she wanted him, not on the court, but in the bedroom.

Once she had seen the basketball under Mulder's coffee table, a plan had begun formulating. It took years to get up the courage, but here she was, and ready for him.

She looked over, and yelled "Mulder?"

"Either that or his clone who just doesn't know it yet!"

She jogged over, moving quickly but conserving energy. "I didn't know you used this court, Scully."

"I don't normally, but St. Jude's is closed for the fall break, so I just picked a municipal court. You usually play here?"

"Yep. Know it pretty well, but normally it's swarming, especially at night." The court was lit with massive halogens far off the ground.

"It's the weekend, Mulder."

Actually, "news" of an impending drug bust had gotten rid of the junkies, and a well-placed and true rumor that the best street player in Washington was taking on the Bullets' best player had effectively cleared the court of anyone else.

"So, care to play a game, Scully?"

"One-on-one." She grinned, and Mulder noticed a glint in her eye.

"Sounds good to me."

Scully had three advantages; she was a better shot, shorter so she could easily duck under his arms, and she had sex appeal. Hopefully, Mulder's game would falter around the time she really got sweaty.

Then Mulder took his jeans off. Damn, make that two advantages. He was wearing spandex leggings and Umbro shorts. Not one to be outdone, Scully pulled her sweatshirt off to show she was in nothing but a spandex bra. Now they were even; they were both suddenly extremely horny.

"Your ball or mine?" Mulder asked.

"I noticed yours is bouncing weird. Let's use mine." She tossed him a black ball with a familiar bright yellow symbol on it.

"A Batman basketball, Scully?"

"It was free at 'Batman and Robin.'"

Mulder spun it on his finger. "Good balance. You want to go first?"

"Sure, why not? Check." Mulder tossed her the ball, and she flung it back. he couldn't help noticing her slim arms as they flexed, and the jiggle of her breast as they...

Mulder caught a basketball upside the head.

After Scully had gotten her giggles under control, Mulder tossed her the ball back, and she shot it from the foul line into the basket.

She smirked at Mulder's cocked eyebrow. "All State champions, senior year."

"Really? I'll be on my guard. Check."

Scully made as if to sink it again, but instead broke for the basket at a dead run. Mulder loped by her side, trying to steal the rapidly dribbling ball. She tried a layup, but Mulder grabbed the ball, and ran for the foul line. Once behind it, he shot from the three point line and heard a gratifying THUNK-swish as the ball went in.

"I was champion my junior year."

It was Scully's turn to cock an eyebrow. This could be harder than she thought...

Mulder's size forced her to play defenseively, backing up as he went forward. Her waving hands brushed his body, lightly over his deltoids and pectorals, as if she were trying to fake him out, and she noticed he was biting his upper lip, as if to keep his mind on something.

Mulder botched his shot, and Scully got it on the rebound, heading to the foul line at a leisurely pace. Mulder used his arm length to his advantage, but Scully still ducked under them and made a perfect layup once again.

Or it would have been perfect if Mulder hadn't jumped for the ball and rested his hand on her shoulder. Her shudder of pleasure knocked her aim off just a little bit, and she had to scramble to get the rebound and sink it. Mulder seemed oddly preoccupied, chewing on his lower lip

"Trouble with losing?" Good God, does he know how sexy he is when he does that? Now that the heat of the game was temporarily slowed, she felt heat of another kind building. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.

"Hm? Oh, nothing, mind just wandered." He flexed his legs as if he had cramps, and she was treated to the sight of his muscles moving. She clamped down hard on her tongue to keep from moaning.

This was bringing new meaning to the term 'backfire'.

Man, either she knows the effect she has on me and she's playing off it, or she's utterly oblivious. Her stomach was flat and creamy, and her forearms were lithe. Her legs were slim but strong, and he wondered what they'd be like wrapped around his body...

She bent at the waist, Mulder thought to tie her shoe, but in reality to avoid looking in Mulder's eyes, because if she did that, she was lost. She displayed a stunning amount of clevage, and the spandex below his waist suddenly felt too constricting. Concentrate on the game, Mulder, he thought, and tried strategy against Scully rather than direct observation. It didn't work.

He picked up the ball, and stared at it for a second before realizing what it was.

"Your turn, Scully."

"Okay, hold on a sec, my lace is giving me trouble." Interesting choice of words, his mental voice wisecracked, and he pushed it out of his mind.

A detached part of his mind was shouting a whole stream of abuse at him along the lines of him being a total fucking idiot as he went to Scully, and put his index against the crossing of the two laces. She muttered thanks, and got her shoe tied, and then picked up the ball and started the game again, both becoming frustrated beyond what they thought was possible.

This time he was ready for her ducking under his arms trick and ducked with her, forcing her to sidestep along his arm, her breasts in close contact with him, sliding all the way down his arm, ending with his hand which unmistakably brushed a nipple.

She let out a small groan, which Mulder pretended he hadn't heard, and blocked her shot, bouncing off his arm and sending it out of bounds. As he jogged after it, a small, sensual smile danced on his face. It hadn't been a groan of surprise. Or disgust. Or pain.

No, that had clearly been a groan of need. If that's the way you want to play it, Scully, we're going to have a lot of fun.

Oh, shit, there went her self-control. The sight of his butt flexing had done it. The minute Mulder came back with the ball, she'd chuck it back in the weeds and drag him into the nearby copse of trees and straddle him until he was begging for mercy.

But Mulder was smiling in an odd way as he came back. He tossed her the ball.

"Heads up, Scully. Let's finish this game."

He was staying out of grabbing range. He KNEW. Ohhhhhhh, she was going to GET him. The fire in her loins died back enough, although it reamined raging, for her to change her mind. He wanted to play around with her? Well, he was about to get more than he bargained for.

She intentionally let him get the ball via an "accidnetal" slip out of her hands out of bounds, but went for it this time, letting him see the play of the muscles in her rump. She smiled wickedly as Mulder let out a little grunt that sounded a tad truncated, as if it were a stifled moan. Heh heh heh.

She let him slip by her, but not before brushing her hip against him in the most innocent way. He didn't falter, but if he clamped on that lower lip any harder he was going to draw blood. Then, as he went into his layup, she hooked a deft hand around the waistband and pulled down his Umbros.

To his credit, he sank the shot, although his landing was a bit inelegant. She was ready to feign surprise at his accusation, but she was to busy staring at his crotch to even choke out a denial. My God, it was huge, Mulder was *hung*, omigod. She could almost imagine it throbbing underneath the spandex.

Mulder, managing to keep from pulling down the spandex too and showing her his penis in full flush, got his Umbros and pulled them on.

"Scully?"

"What?" she weezed.

"We haven't finished the game yet."

It was all she could do from yelling at him, but he remained out-of-reach. She picked up the ball, and walked back to the foul line. And didn't even check the ball before charging down the court. Mulder stayed out of her way, but as she went into the layup, his hand slid over her rear, and Scully botched the shot.

As she stood there, bent at the waist, she let out a low, predatorial growl. Her shocking blue eyes followed Mulder's every movement. The spandex was like a stifling skin, sopping wet with her sweat and juices. You didn't wear underwear with spandex, it hurt.

"Okay, Scully, you win the game. But you need a shower. My place is in walking distance."

Scully leaped forward, moving with a speed that startled even her. She wrapped around him, tearing at his Umbros, forcing him to the court.

"Enough foreplay."

"In about aminute the local movie theater gets out....>GASP<" Scully had just found his testicles through the spandex and she was playing with them. But she knew beign booked for indecent exposure wouldn't help their careers much.

"Your place." she said, and her grin was answered by Mulder's.

For the entire trip, Mulder kept Scully's sweatshirt draped in front of his crotch and bullets of sweat on his face, because Scully simply wouldn't stop stroking him, and he didn't want her to stop.

Before the door had swung open, they were tearing at each other's clothing, ripping rents in the cloth, kicking off sneakers. Scully got a firm grip on Mulder's pants and pulled, tearing the synthetic apart by sheer strength. Mulder did the same with her bra andas she pulled his T-shirt off over his head.

He pushed Scully down on the couch, pulling her legs open fiercely. She had run the show for a while, now it was his turn. He began tickling and nipping her inner thighs, hearing her gasp and moan, trying desperately to reach his penis, but he continually forced her hands away. He got closer to her small, hard nub, running his tongue over the lips, parting them, getting so close she could almost feel it...and then he sucked it into his mouth and she screamed as she came. Mulder kept going undaunted. Scully was halfway to another orgasm when Mulder stopped.

He was seeking to make her even hornier, but she used the stop to take a firm grip on his penis and pull him up. Sitting where she was, she was in a perfect position. He was rock-hard, and on a hair-trigger, a perfect way to return his teasing. She took the head in slowly, her tongue running over the ridge of it were it connected to the shaft, and she caressed his balls. He moaned, but she wouldn't let him come. She had him by the balls in more ways than one; if he wanted all of her, he was going to have to earn it.

She took him in an inch at a time, gagging a little but managing. Then she pulled back equally as slowly. After doing this a few times, she suddenly took her mouth off o fit and blew on it, cool enough to dampen his ardor just a little to make what would happen next last longer. What happened next was she sat back and wrapped her legs around Mulder's waist, pulling him into her. She was wide open, and Mulder entered the delicate flower of her vagina quickly, with a pain-tinging pleasure for both, but just up to the head.

Mulder's hands went to her perfect buttocks. It was time to take control again. He picked her up, making her set all of her weight on his hands, and carried her to the bedroom. Then, before she could say anything, he sat down and a fleshy spike banged against her womb as she cried out in pleasure and shock. Mulder rolled her over, and he pushed hard, holding back his orgasm while trying to make Scully scream.

He did. She let out cries that only drove him on harder, and she pulled his head to her lips, and they mimicking what they were doing below with their tongues. Scully let out a massive cry into his mouth as she came, and Mulder came with her.

Rolling off of her, he felt his penis twitch and smiled. She smiled too, and took a grip on it, working the sticky tube like a flute.

"I guess both of our plans backfired, Dana."

"You can say that again, Fox."

And then she showed him just how spectacularly they had.

END

POSTSCRIPT: Despite being six foot, I don't play basketball, and so any inaccuracies in this story are my fault. —Harrison.

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