Title:  Missing
Author:  Alicia K.

Category:  MSR, PWP, ASAP, AWOL, WKRP in
Cincinnati, LMNOP

Summary:  A question was raised by many fans
after viewing "Hungry".  This is one possible
answer.

Rating:  NC-17 for smuttin'.

Dedication:  For Mish, who needed some
inspiration of the smutty kind.

Archive:  Just let me know where it's going,
and I'll sign the permission
slip and pack a nice sack lunch for the trip.

Spookys:  Yes, please.

Feedback:  Double yes.  Spartcus@execpc.com

Spoilers:  "Hungry"

Disclaimer:  Not mine.  Chris Carter owns
them, but I am having sincere
doubts as to whether or not he knows who they
are anymore, or what the hell
they're doing.

Author's Note: Tons of thanks to my beautiful
beta ladies,
Joanna and Jamie.

XXX

It was much too dark in her hotel room.  They
hadn't even been inside the
door for more than a minute, and already one
lamp, three books, and an
ice bucket had been knocked to the floor.

"Ow!" The woman's cry was muffled by the man's
lips on hers.  She
impatiently kicked the offending chair away.

"Oomph," came his response as he bumped a
table leg with his shin.  Clumsily
balancing her in one arm while kissing her
thoroughly, he swept a mound of
files and a day's worth of work from the table
before pressing her body to
the polished oak surface. The rustling sound
the papers made as they
fluttered to the floor was masked by the
frantic gasps and groans the pair made as they
fumbled with the buttons, zippers, and belts
holding their clothing
together.

"Sorry," she mumbled as his shirt buttons went
flying.  A gasp came next,
followed by a low moan as he clutched at her
breasts, stroking through the
fabric of her shirt.

She reared up, tongue flicking to taste the
heat of his throat, his jaw, his
stubble scratching deliciously against her
skin.  "Christ," he muttered as
her small hand firmly grasped his cock through
his unbuckled pants.  "Ah."

He thrust into her hot little palm, staring
down into her upturned face and
groaning when he saw her lick her lips.

"Hurry," she whispered, yanking down his
zipper and reaching inside.

"Yeah."  As she shimmied his pants and boxers
down to his knees, he lifted
her lower half from the table.

"Ow! Fuck," she hissed as he tried to pull
down her still fully fastened
skirt.

"That's the general idea."  His mouth nipped
at her belly, fingers pushing
away the silk of her open blouse.

Shooting him a quick glare, she rested both
heels firmly on the table top
and reached underneath to unzip it herself.
Taking advantage of her
upraised position, he reached under her skirt
to grab hold of her pantyhose.
With one sharp tug, he rendered them useless
before balling them up and
tossing them over his shoulder.

"Damn it!"  She struggled to grasp a firm
foothold on the slick surface of
the table with her feet, but only managed to
kick him in the knee as she
slid.  "Can't get this thing off ..." she
muttered before planting her feet
firmly on his thighs and once again thrusting
her hips into the air in an
attempt to rid herself of her skirt.

He had other ideas, however.  Grabbing her
hips in his hands, he yanked her
towards the end of the table, grinning at her
surprised "Oh!"  Her skirt
easily lifted over her hips, and her panties
went in the opposite direction,
dropping noiselessly to his feet.  Licking his
lips, he went in for the
kill.

Again she arched up, reaching out to take a
firm hold of his head.  "Jesus!"
She felt rather than heard his smart retort
and gave his hair a good pull in
response.

His tongue danced and slid over her, slick and
hot.  That in itself would
have been enough to drive her over the edge,
but with the addition of the
little yummy sounds he made, she couldn't take
it anymore.

"Now!" she demanded, shoving at his shoulders
with her bare feet.  Startled,
he tumbled backwards onto the floor, his head
smacking against the wood.

"Ahhh!" he hissed, unsure of whether to rub
his head or his throbbing cock.

Quickly righting herself, she scrambled onto
the floor as well, straddling
him before he had the chance to get up.  His
whimper of pain turned into one
of bliss as he thrust into her.  He reached up
to push the cups of her
bra away and pinched her pink nipples between
his fingers.  She made a low
sound that he had never heard come out of a
woman before, and he smiled,
thrusting up into her again.

She grabbed his left hand and popped one long
finger into her mouth,
swirling her tongue around its length as she
rocked against him.

"Baby," he gasped, watching her suck on his
finger, eyes widening as her
free hand snaked down her front to disappear
into the curls below her belly.
She grunted her response, eyes fluttering
closed as she pleasured herself.

When she lifted herself off of him, he
couldn't have been more surprised
than if she had slapped him and called him
"Betty".  But the
confusion lasted only a second; she positioned
herself on her hands and
knees and waved her round ass at him.

Two seconds later he was collapsed over her
back as he pushed into her again and again.
One hand in her tangled hair, the other joined
hers at the junction of their bodies.  He let
her show him how she needed to be touched,
then took over as she dropped her forehead
down to her arms, arching her back to him.

"Come on, come on," he panted, knowing he was
close.  He pinched her clit
between his thumb and forefinger, getting a
groan and a shudder in response.
He pulled, and her head lifted off her arms as
she cried out again, pushing
her bottom sharply against him.

A few more strokes and she was there, moaning,
shuddering, and clenching
around him.  Her walls milked his cock, and
his knees trembled.  Three
sloppy thrusts and he followed, shouting what
might have been her name as he spilled into
her.

They collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of
arms, legs, and still attached
clothes, breathing heavily into the darkened
room.

It was long minutes before either of them
spoke.  "We ... " she began with
some effort.  "We should ... get back ... to
the crime scene.  You know ...
" Her hand slapped listlessly against the
floor as she struggled to
remember.  "The Lucky Boy."

He nuzzled the back of her neck, his arms
tightening around her warm, soft
body.  "Mm.  Let's just stay here."

She raised her head to give him a look.
"Mulder ... "

"Oh, come on, Scully.  No one will even notice
we're gone."

END

XXX

X-Files Viewers:  Hey, where's Mulder and
Scully?

1013:  Oh, you know, since this is the last
season, and since it's sweeps month, we
thought we'd throw in a Mulder and Scully lite
episode from the monster's point of view.
Cool, huh?

X-Files Viewers:  Feh.

And I can't leave without adding Jamie's
comments from her beta notes:

"Mulder and Scully deserve a break today - and
they took it."

And...

"I am going to refrain from a special sauce
remark."


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