Millstones II: Contact
by Cynthia J

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* This story is rated NC-17 and contains action and imagery of an adult nature. In fact, there's this one bit where I swear you can see everything.... Ahem. Anyway, yes, there are present a few rather racy lines, but I assure you they are tastefully done. Of course, I suppose that would depend upon whether or not you consider tickling Tibetan yaks with feathers within your personal definition of taste. It's all subjective, I suppose. Oh, just forget it! I can't sell you on this story! It's drivel! Sure, you could go on, but soon you'd find yourself in a destructive relationship with this story. Don't be alarmed should you wake up alone and find all of your stuff gone. It's selfish and never returns phone calls. I only gave it a home here because it's been kicked out of every other site for rowdy behavior and exhibitionism... and even then, I had to bribe Bobbi. $200 a month and 90% of my profits! I'm kidding, of course. Bobbi is only skimming 80%. Please continue and enjoy. :)

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* Please keep your sense of humor close to you as you read these stories. They are, after all, written in the name of fun. I'm hardly shooting for a Hugo award with these, kids. Enjoy yourself. Think of this story as a comfy chair beneath a breeze-rustled tree on a calm lake surrounded by chattering wildlife. Or don't. Please yourself!

* Oh, as an added bonus, Waldo is hiding somewhere in this story. See if you can spot him. Actually, I won't kid you. My original intention was a text equivalent of Where's Waldo? (TM). The story itself was just something I happened to paste together as a silly backdrop. With that confession made, I'll give you a clue: he's not in the car.

"Millstones - Part Two: Contact
by Cynthia J

"Public indecency, Scully?!?" Mulder dragged his hand over his forehead and through his hair. Grimacing, he slowed to 55 as the patrolman passed them and zoomed off in pursuit of other business.

"At least it was only a warning," she said. She watched him crumple the citation and pitch it into the backseat. She paused, her eyes suddenly tenacious. "We were lucky, Mulder."

Silence swooped in, reset itself upon its perch and began grooming its wings, content it would not be disturbed. Miles rolled away under them. Scully sighed and watched the green wall blur past. Her mind wandered. It was like a "traveling mat," a backdrop of painted trees rolled by a couple of stage hands, the movement of the car an illusion. The forest was relentless.

After a small delay, Mulder echoed her sigh, his eyes uncertain. "So are you still interested?" he said, his words edged with hope. He cocked his head and looked at her, a plea in his eyes.

"I don't know, Mulder," she said. "That kind of killed the moment." Fighting a smirk, she could feel him sink, could sense the tension rending every muscle in his body. Disappointed, he set his jaw and stared at the road, eyes cool.

Suddenly, she was beside him, hovering a cruel inch from his body. The perfume of her skin and the sweetness of her hair stole into his body with every breath. He had never really noticed how prominent and maddening the heat of another body could be. She smirked, feeling him tremble. "Maybe we should try again," she whispered, her lips placing each word into his ear like tongs stacking hot coals.

His ear simmered in her breaths, already red and burning from a rush of blood. Scully laughed mischievously, a sensuous sound completely out of character. When she teased his lobe with a swipe of her tongue, he nearly lost control of the car. "Pull over, Mulder," she whispered, flames dancing in her voice.

"Where?!?" he said, both tantalized and frustrated. His eyes scanned the lonely road, searching for some break in the barricade of trees. Alpena waited just a handful of miles ahead.

She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his neck, finding with uncanny precision the tiny clutch of nerves that devastate him most. "Right here," she whispered, tousling his hair and laying another kiss upon that cruelly sensitive spot.

Mulder pulled onto the shoulder, scattering gravel. They hopped out before the car stopped completely. Forest loomed on either side of the barren highway, and the quiet was impressed only by the lazy rustling of the trees. He kissed her hungrily, leaning her over the hood.

Scully delighted in the kiss, repeatedly battling and succumbing to his lips, her hands in his hair. Coming up for air, she drew her fingers nimbly across his jaw. "A bit rough," she smirked. "Too lazy to shave this morning, Mulder?"

"I woke up late," he said. "I was having a dream about this incredible redhead." She snatched up his lips before he could say more.

Moments later, she wriggled out from under him and dashed into the wall of trees. "Bring the coats," she called over her shoulder as she laughed and disappeared into the woods.

Lips tingling, his hair askew, he turned back to the car and surveyed the road. All traces of traffic had been swept clean; they were alone. He scooped the dark overcoats out of the backseat and ran after her.

Trees rose impossibly high around him, and the air was thick and heady with the scent of pine. The late-afternoon sun slanted between the boughs, warming the forest floor in small blotches. Birds and insects sang and muttered an hypnotic music. The enormity of the forest engulfed him. He wheeled, suffering a pang of panic. He called out. The woods sang on, unimpressed.

"Over here, Mulder!" she called, her tone notched with impatience. He smiled and turned toward her voice. Her back against a tree, Scully leered at him from just yards away. A sash of light shined through her hair and spilt down her face, intensifying her already dangerous eyes. Another stripe draped over her chest and highlighted a bit of lace where her blouse yawned. More bright splashes sought out the contours of her hips, despite the best efforts of her suit to hide them.

"Thought you'd lost me?" she said. Her smirk rose a little higher on her cheek, straining to touch her ear.

"No," he said. "I thought I saw Bigfoot." She rolled her eyes, and he drew close, chuckling. His hands snaking around her waist, he held her and gave her a kiss that trickled warm tingles down her spine. She rose on her toes and gave the kiss back threefold. The coats spilled from his arm and pooled on the ground beside them.

She tickled his neck as she unknotted his tie and cast it aside. Still deep within the kiss, they fidgeted blindly, fingers fumbling with buttons and snaps, eager to remove all barriers. Having come up for air, they leaned back from each other and grinned. Completely naked, their bodies painted with slashes of light, they both suffered twinges of adolescent self-consciousness. However, the delight apparent in each other's eyes quickly dispelled anxiety.

Scully moved toward him and entwined her fingers at the back of his neck. Eyes shut, head back, she leaned up to kiss him again, a sprig of sun painting fire through her red hair. Awed, he shook his head, wrapped his arms around her torso and seized the invitation to a kiss.

Their lips again took up the dance. When he seemed to hold back, she took the lead, showing him the steps that would best dizzy her. Soon they established a rhythm, a perfect connection. His hands sank down her back and over her behind, adoring its soft curves. She hummed through the kiss and pressed closer, his erection brushing across her stomach. His touch rising, he traced the curve of her hips, tickled her sides and whispered across her breasts.

With practiced care, his fingertips lightly brushed her nipples, tall and sensitive. She bit his lip and threw back her head, a raspy moan trilling from her mouth. He laughed and gently rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Smiling in disbelief, Mulder watched her tremble, her hair lashing back and forth in the stripe of sunlight.

Leaning down, he took one of the hard buds into his mouth, his fingers still gently rolling the other. Scully's breath caught but quickly rode out on the back of a giggling moan. Mulder held her nipple firmly in his lips and sucked in time with his teasing fingers, randomly taking a swipe at the very tip with his tongue. The warm tingle between her legs blossomed into fire. Subtle quivers beset her entire body. Mulder worked tirelessly, tenderly. His free hand wanted to explore her lovely behind, but he nearly fell over when he tried to do too much at once.

The sunlight darkened to a fiery orange. The forest continued to talk to itself, its enthusiasm affected neither by their presence nor their passion. Scully put her finger over Mulder's mouth as he brought a matching, bittersweet soreness to her other nipple. In silence, she spun him and pressed him against the tree. Bark raking and tickling his back, he feigned discomfort, but she silenced him.

Scully rubbed her cheek through the hair of his chest and kissed his nipples. She began to suck them alternately. Uncertain of the sensation, he began to squirm, but she cured his reluctance by wrapping her hand around his cock. Bent to her whim, he groaned and laughed at the same time, a rich sound she adored.

She caressed his cock, first along the top and then along the underside, quickly learning how he liked to be touched. She laughed mischievously into his chest, having discovered the speed of her strokes directly affected the rhythm of his moans. For several minutes, she played with the tempo, making him sing.

Pine needles and leaves crunching dryly, she knelt before him. He lost his breath. Hands on his hips, she kissed the tip of his cock: a single, loving kiss. Before he could find his breath again, her hands gripped his ass and her mouth was all around him.

Inspired by his cries, she sucked rapidly up and down his length, her swinging hair tickling her cheeks. The taste of him was a drop of fire, and she loved that she was directly responsible for his aching hardness. Every few seconds she would pause, the very tip of him held silently between her lips like a secret. When he took the bait and began to move, she engulfed him again, speeding tremors throughout his body. Time vanished, and pure sensation became her world. She clutched his buttocks tightly and coaxed the most sensuous sounds from his lips.

He stopped her suddenly, and she grinned as he took himself in hand and tried to hold back, passion rallying to burst from his body. When he succeeded in skirting the brink, he cracked his eyes and burned such promises into her. Her sudden, tempestuous smile mocked him, and he laughed, shaking his head to wake himself from dream.

Her body suddenly pressed against the tree, its rough skin against hers, Scully found herself on the receiving end again and adored it. His hands whispered through her hair and, in tandem, slowly traced the shape of her entire body. The last gasp of the sun, orange blotches of light fanned across her body, flattering every curve. As his hands rose again and slid gently down her stomach and over her thighs, she reset her feet, spreading her legs just enough. On the return stroke, his hands diverged; his left crested her hip and gripped her behind, and his right glided through the auburn curls between her legs, a teasing whisper of fingertips.

Scully's chest undulated rapidly, every breath carrying off a moan or a sigh. Mulder's fingers wandered lazily through her soft down, just barely touching her clitoris. She tensed and further spread her legs. He gasped when he found how warm she was and again when her wetness embraced his fingertips. He drew back and folded his fingers until only the middle touched her. As she seethed, he slowly slid his finger inside her. His fingers shifted again: his ring and pinky tucked into his palm, his thumb laid against her pelvis and his index pressed in the tight clench of her buttocks.

Quivering around that sole, stationary finger, Scully was uncertain what to expect; she only hoped it wasn't too weird. Her eyes locked with his, and his smirk-crowned gaze said, "Trust me, Scully." Suddenly, his thumb braced against her pelvis, his index tensed and his middle finger trilled inside her. Eyes wide, she gasped and held herself up by leaning into his shoulder. His finger moved very simply, back and forth, but its patience and precision were its most devastating quality. His other fingers pressing harder against her, he gradually accelerated the pace and held it.

She was burning. Smoke rose from her lips in airy sighs and singed gasps. Without ever knowing her intimately, he was able to strum the perfect pitch of pleasure from her body.

Still working furiously, he slid down her body and crouched beside her. She threatened to fall over, but he steadied her, a firm grasp on her behind. He kissed her hip and watched his hand work. Her sighs rose from hotter, breathier depths. Her hands sifted his hair as much out of adoration as a means of keeping her balance. Fire spread through her nerves.

Kisses dotted her stomach and thigh, competing with the sun's broad splashes. A breeze sneaked past, careful to disturb only a handful of boughs. Mulder's finger vibrated stubbornly inside her. A lewd pride rose to his face in the form of a grin. His energy not unlimited, he began to feel a bittersweet ache crawl from his wrist to his elbow. He would not give up that easily; her cries were too beautiful and rare.

Focusing, he moved his finger faster until it trilled like an opera diva. Scully hiccuped and groaned, her breath erratic. Mad electricity licked through her body. Her hands tensed, threatening to crush his skull if he did not stop. His finger gently left her, and breath crashed back into her lungs. She seeped back from the brink, her nerves tattered.

As he stood again, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him wildly. He held on for dear life. When she had rendered him as breathless as she, her eyes blazed, full of promise and almost vengeful desire. She snatched up the overcoats and spread them on the forest floor. In moments she had arranged a makeshift blanket.

He looked a question. "Girl scouts," she said, her eyebrow cocked. Awaiting no cues, she sank onto the coats and crouched on her hands and knees. The dying sunlight and rising shadows draped tiger stripes over her body. She peered over her shoulder at him, daring.

"Whoa, Scully," he said, taken utterly aback. "I don't know . . ."

She rolled her eyes. "Just how repressed do you think I am, Mulder?!?" she snapped, her hair swinging. "I get the impression you have this image of me as some mousy, missionary-in-the-dark prude! This is how I like it. You better hurry up before I change my mind!" He hesitated, amused and baffled. "I can feel myself getting more repressed," she chimed, threatening to crawl away.

Mulder plunked down behind her, one of his knees crunching a pine cone hiding under his coat. He glanced over her lovely body: the body of his friend and partner, poised to be taken. Desire quickly clouded his mind again.

Growing impatient, she reached between her legs and guided his cock inside her. Gauzy and receptive, her vagina greedily embraced him. A lazy, wandering moan trailed from her lips, and tremors rolled from her scalp to her toes. Pleasure sealing his eyes, Mulder lashed his hands to her hips and hoped he wouldn't wake up too soon.

He leaned further into her, and she held him snugly, scalding him. He thrust slowly, barely moving his hips. Her body welcomed his intrusion but resisted his withdrawal; the alternation of acquiescence and friction tormented them both. With each careful stroke, Mulder moaned, and Scully echoed. A gasp answered him every time his hips pressed into her lovely ass.

Lightning danced through his extremities, heralding a greater storm. Her skin flushed, Scully felt as though her body was swathed in fiery lace, every bit of her burning. They both knew that at best they might be able to hold out for a few minutes. It had been far too long for both of them. The pressure rose exponentially until it all but crushed them.

Unable to resist, Mulder thrust faster, hips relentlessly crashing against her behind like waves against a reef. Each impact spread luxurious ripples through her ass. Sighing erratically, she met each thrust, falling roughly against him. Breaking a sweat, he groaned ferally, clutching her ass as his hips rose and fell ever faster.

There was no holding back, the sensations too intense and too missed to be survived long. Storms of spasms wracked Scully's body, and months of tension steamed out of her in one long, shrill tea-kettle scream. Her eyebrows scrunched downward, squeezing her eyes shut. Her hair flailed, and her body wriggled, a wild dance of release.

She pulsed all around him, stealing his last bit of resistance, dragging him over the edge behind her. He seized her hips, his own desperately crashing into her, and a growl replaced his raspy moans. All of his energy surged to one point and teetered for a second before bursting inside her. His wolfish cry grew louder and louder, a comic sound that made her laugh despite the dominating sizzle of sensation.

When his howl crescendoed at last, they collapsed. Mulder rolled onto his side, and she settled on her back with an exhausted sigh. He held her and played with her hair, their eyes shouldering the conversation. Moments past where they simply regained their breath and weathered the residual pangs and tremors. Nature yammered on, decidedly unimpressed, and the dying sunlight laid little more than wizened fingers across their bodies. A fickle breeze cooled their skin.

Scully grinned at him. "Do you always sound like that, Mulder?" she asked, peering at him from under her brow. She absently caressed one of his hands.

He laughed at himself, a little self-conscious. "Well, you'll notice you've never seen me when the moon is full."

Escaping the world for a few moments more, they nestled into the coats and held each other, listening to their breaths and to the woods. When light threatened to abandon them in unknown territory, they sought out their clothes, finding some in bushes and others draped over low branches. Hands entwined, they wandered back to the road and emerged only a short distance from the car. Laughing at the whole situation, they climbed inside and got back onto the road.

Scully watched him as he drove. "I still can't believe it."

His smirk never faltered. "I don't believe it actually happened, Scully," he said.

"Oh?" she said, cocking her head and the smirk that was making her face ache.

"I think someone is just implanting false memories into my head. Either that or we're the subjects of some bizarre alien experimentation."

"No, Mulder. I think it was most likely the product of accelerated pheromone exchange. Possibly caused by an airborne agent in the car." Her face began to hurt, and it taxed her remaining strength to hold back the spasms of laughter.

"Yeah, the fake 'new car' smell the rental agency sprayed in here," he said, grinning. "I always wondered why they did that."

"Personally, I think Skinner knew how stressed we both were and sent us out here certain we would either get laid or kill each other. Either way it would cut done a little on the grief we give him."

"Maybe...," he began, laughter shaking him.

"Look," Scully said dismissively. "We'll discuss this in the motel room after we've had a chance to get a bead on this case."

"There's something," Mulder said. "At least we only need one room"

Her eyebrow rose. "And just how do we explain that on the expense report?"

"We could just say we're making sacrifices for the department's budget," he smirked, mischief in his eyes.

"Not a word of this gets near Skinner or anyone... understand?" she said.

"Of all the bizarre stories I've laid before him, you think he'd believe this one? Talk about far-fetched!"

"Hey. His birthday is coming up. Are you going to get him anything?"

"I was thinking about a toupee. You think that's in poor taste, Scully?"

"I think he's sexy bald," she said. It was Mulder's turn to raise an eyebrow. "But you didn't hear that from me."

Please read on to Part Three of "Millstones" by Cynthia J

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