**DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL CONTENT** ***DISCLAIMER***: All "X-Files" elements and references in this story belong to Fox Broadcasting, Chris Carter, and 1013 Productions, and we am making no money from it. ARCHIVING: Link only, please! ========== ***DISCLAIMER***: All "X-Files" elements and references in this story belong to Fox Broadcasting, Chris Carter, and 1013 Productions, and I am making no money from it. ========== Simulation Stimulation by shannono shannono@iname.com Vignette, MSR, your basic PWP piece Post-ep for "Space" Rated R for implied sexual activity Author's notes: This is just a silly little bit, the result of one-too-many dares from the folks at Babyfishmouth (you know who you are ) to write a post-"Space" story -- preferably smut. It was *also* influenced by a recent Scullyfic topic on writing dialogue, and you can blame the title on the Friday topic -- alliteration. Thanks: To Robbie and Louise, for the betas. :) ========== Simulation Stimulation by shannono "A shuttle simulator? Mulder, do I even *want* to know how you got access to this thing?" "I have friends in high places, Scully." "Ha ha. Funny guy. Seriously, aren't we supposed to have some kind of supervision for this? Don't they have regulations?" "We have ... special dispensation. Call it a 'thank you' for helping the shuttle get back down safely." "But Mulder ..." "Scully?" "Yeah?" "Quit asking questions and get in." "Muld ... oof! Well, there's no need to shove." "Scully, you would have stood outside all *night* if I'd let you." "Right, yeah. So ... it's a simulator. Nice. Can we go now?" "Scully, c'mon! We have a free hour inside a space shuttle simulator. We have to at *least* try a few things out!" "'Try a few things out'? Is this the same person who told me he gets seasick from scanning microfilm?" "I get *seasick*, Scully, not *airsick*. That would be ... never mind." "Excuse me?" "Nothing." "Mulder ..." "It's just that *I'm* not the one hanging on to the armrests on every takeoff and landing, okay? I get seasick, yeah, but *you* get airsick. I think that makes us even on that count." "What does this thing do, exactly?" "Aha, *now* you're interested. Nice change of subject there, Agent Scully." "Shut up and let's see if we can get this thing to work." "Okay, you take this seat and I'll get that one." "Mulder, isn't *that* one the pilot's seat?" "Yeah, so?" "What if *I* wanted to pilot?" "This is *my* childhood fantasy, Scully. Next time we go horseback riding, you can be in charge of that. Okay?" "Whatever ..." "Okay, you all strapped in?" "Mulder, this is a simulator. It's not like we're going anywhere." "Scully. Please. Have you ever ridden one of those space simulation rides at a carnival?" "Yeah, once, years ago, and it barely even moved." "Well, *this* has a hundred times more movement than *that*. And I'm not doing *anything* until you're strapped in. I'm not listening to you complain for the next month if you fall out of your seat." "Okay, okay ... there, happy now?" "Ecstatic. Okay, now, I flip this switch and ... there, see? Already got a little movement going." "Yeah, a *very* little." "All right, how about ... this?" "Okay, that's a little more movement." "Hmmm ... pretty cool, huh?" "Nice. Interesting. It's like ... well, it *feels* like we're actually moving straight forward. The tilt combined with the motion is affecting our inner ears so that ..." "Okay, try ... this." "Whoa!" "Straight up, Scully!" "Yeah, sure ... sure feels like it ... except for the G-force, of course. No real way to simulate that, not without a gyroscope." "They have one of those, too, Scully, if you want me to ..." "No, that's okay. This is fine, really." "Mmmm ... this is pretty cool. I think ... yeah, that's the right one. Now we get the visual aids to go with it." "Nice. Good imaging. You'd almost think we were really headed into orbit." "Mmmm-hmmm ..." "Mulder! What are you doing? Get back in your seat ... ahhh ... Mul ... Mulder ..." "Mmmm ... a beautiful night ... under the stars ... a beautiful woman ... what else could a man want?" "Mmmm ... Mulder ... what ... why this? ... why now? ... mmm ... Not that I'm ... ahhh ... complaining ..." "Why *not* now, Scully? No time like the present ..." "Mmmm ... why not indeed? C'mere ..." "Oooo ... Nice job, Scully. Don't think I've seen someone open ... ah ... that many buttons that quickly ..." "I have wonderful manual dexterity, Mulder ... should I demonstrate?" "Oh God ... please do ... Jesus ... tell me why I didn't jump you in Bellefleur?" "Because I probably would have had you up on charges, I was so rigid. Looks like you caught *that* from me, at least ..." "Ahhhh ... Sc ... Sculleeeee ..." "Okay, Agent Mulder ... let's get you back in your seat there ... you want to give me a hand, here?" "I'll give you two hands, anywhere you want them ..." "That's ... oh! ... yeah ... mmmm ... that's a good ... ah ... good place for them ..." "Yeah ... ahhh ... I know a better place for *you* ... like right ... here ... God!" "Oh God, Mulder ..." "God, don't ... don't move, Scully ... Jesus ... you feel so ..." "Don't ... don't say it, Mulder ... just ... touch me again ..." "Mmmm ... God ... Sc ... Scully ... " "Ahhhhh ... mmmm ... Muld ... MULDER!" "God Scully ... I want to see that again ..." "Mmmmm ... maybe later, Mulder ... it's your turn ..." "Jesus! Scul ... Scu ... SCULLEEEE!" "Mmmmmmm ... Mulder?" "..." "Mulder?" "Mmmm ... yeah?" "What the hell was that?" "Uh ... I think we just had sex in a NASA shuttle simulator." "No shit, Sherlock. I mean, what was that *noise*?" "It sounds like ..." "Someone knocking on the door?" "SHIT!" "OW! Scully, be careful how you handle those parts, will you?" "Sorry, Mulder, got a little carried away. Would you get dressed already? We can't let anyone see us like this!" "Why not? Not like anyone around *here* would care whether or not we have sex ..." "Yes, but they might care *where* we had sex! This is government property, Mulder, and we are government agents *on assignment*. The last thing we need is to have this get back to the Bureau." "You're right, Scully." "Wait. Say that again so I can tape it and use it against you later." "Scully." "What?" "C'mere ..." "Mmmmmm ... okay, okay, so let's just get out of here and continue this somewhere more comfortable and less public. All right?" "Scully?" "Yeah?" "Can we do the horseback riding next?" ==========END==========