From: frbenede@tin.it Subject: Comfortable accommodations Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: none Classification: MSR Disclaimer: Chris Carter the papa of this duo wouldn't like it! No infringement is intended, it's just that I can't accept a purely professional relationship between these two! Comments: I invented the name Prunes, I'm not American and I needed a very little town. If such a place exists, it's not my intention to be disrespectful. COMFORTABLE ACCOMMODATIONS by Trottola BASEMENT OFFICE Mulder and Scully were both engrossed in their work when the phone rang. Mulder answered. "Mulder" "Yes sir, we're coming" He put down the receiver "It was Skinner, he wants us in his office straight away" "What have you done this time, Mulder?" she asked him tiredly. "Nothing Scully, I swear " he defended himself. "OK, let's go" she headed for the door with him trailing after her. SKINNER OFFICE "Take a seat, agents" AD Skinner invited them "I've summoned you to give you some details about your next case." "But, sir, we're already working on a case..."protested Mulder. "Then drop it, this new case has priority over everything" He dared Mulder to contradict him but the agent kept silent. "The investigation was required by a senator whose wife has seemingly been dragged away by a bigfoot. At least so claim the other people that were with her at that time." Mulder tried not to laugh "Are you suggesting sir, that someone wants Spooky Mulder to come out with one of his outlandish theories?" "Agent Mulder, I don't find this amusing, I don't care how you're gonna do it but I want you to solve this case." He gave Mulder a freezing glare "You and agent Scully will leave in two hours for Helena from there you'll get to Prunes. Prepare yourselves to camp, the site is quite isolated. You're dismissed." He said dryly. Scully wanted to scream...she hated assignments that involved staying in the woods. She had really bad memories of the previous occasions. "Scully, we have to hurry up! Let's meet at the airport in an hour , OK?" Mulder startled her out of her musings. "Yeah, sure, whatever." She answered tiredly. DULLES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT Scully was sitting in a chair with her duffel bag on the floor beside her. She spotted Mulder among the crowd of people. His tall and lanky frame unmistakable to her; she stood and headed towards him. "We're in for a great adventure " he grinned at his oh so serious partner. "Mulder, if you make another comment about a nice trip in the forest I won't be responsible for my actions!" she warned him and together they headed towards the check-in . On the plane Dana Scully studied the case file: the witnesses seemed reliable but she doubted Bigfoot was responsible for the kidnapping. She watched Mulder, he was reading the last issue of The Lone Gunman. "Mulder, what do you think of this case?" "I don't know, Scully, I don't believe the Bigfoot story but Mrs. Greyson has vanished and we're supposed to discover what happened to her." PRUNES "You're the FBI agents?" asked the ranger when Mulder and Scully entered his office. "Yeah, is it so obvious?" asked Mulder. "Oh yeah, your monkey suits gave you away!" he chuckled "I'm Paul Carter the local ranger, I'll take you where Mrs. Greyson disappeared. I've already loaded on my Jeep your camping equipment. I hope you brought heavy clothes with you, temperature is very rigid at night, but I suppose you know how to keep warm!" he gave them a knowing look that Scully couldn't interpret. She understood what he meant when she discovered that their camping equipment consisted of a very little tent and two sleeping bags and she asked him why the tent was only one. "Why, I thought you would want to sleep together..." he was confused and embarrassed. "The fact that I'm a woman and he's a man doesn't mean that we're lovers Mr. Carter!" she told him, outrage evident in her dry tone. The poor man seemed really sorry. "You're right, I apologize...I'll bring you another tent if you want, however staying together under the same tent would keep you warmer." "You're probably right Mr. Carter, we'll do with one tent, thank you." Mulder, who had kept silent during the exchange, closed it with his sentence. The ranger helped them to put up the tent and then left them alone in the tick forest. While Scully got ready for sleeping inside the tent, Mulder waited outside. She appeared at the opening of the tent to tell him she was done. He crouched and entered the little shelter. Scully slipped inside her sleeping bag while he undressed and then put on his long-sleeved T-shirt and sweat pants. He entered his bag and wished her a good night. It wasn't long before they discovered how much colder it was at night. It was summer and they weren't high above the sea level so they were unprepared to the cold. Scully had put on a sweater and had assumed a fetal position in order to concentrate her body heat but her teeth were still chattering. Finally she decided to abandon her professionalism "Mulder I'm cold" she informed him. "I'm cold too, Scully, what do you suggest doctor?" he never ceased to tease her. "We could try to squeeze in the same sleeping bag and warm each other with our body heat..." "Scully, you're finally admitting your attraction towards me?" he displayed a devilish grin. "Not you Mulder, I just want your *warm* body!" she stated a smile curving her lips. "OK, come here" he said opening his bag for her. She snuggled inside with him; the bag was big enough for them if they stayed glued to each other without moving. She settled herself next to him, her back to his chest. He put his arms around her and then they tried to sleep. Dana Scully was acutely aware of his hard chest against her back and his strong arms around her. She was in a dangerous position, she had to fight her need to have his hands all over her . Fox Mulder wasn't in a better state, having her soft body so close to his was pure torture. He just hoped his body wouldn't betray him. He knew there would be no sleep for him that night. Eventually Dana Scully drifted into sleep, he felt her breath get even. He stayed perfectly still to let her rest in peace. Suddenly he heard a moan and then others. They were coming from his partner, probably she was dreaming. She began to writhe against him. Was she having a nightmare? Nightmare or not her movements were terribly arousing. Mulder didn't know what to do. But it was too late, his body quickly hardened and she continued to rub her butt against his erection. "Fox!" "Oh, Fox!" she moaned again. She was not having a nightmare, her voice was husky with passion. She was having a sensual dream and he was the object of her desire. Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pressed it on her breast with her own. He couldn't help himself, he kneaded her soft flesh and she writhed more furiously against him. He groaned, the friction on his swollen penis was almost painful. Then her hand was on his cock, she began to stroke him through his pants. He groaned again louder and jerked. She awoke and realized where her hand was. His hand was on her breast and he was breathing raggedly on her neck. She didn't want him to stop, but they couldn't do this, she raised her hand from him and heard him moan with the loss. "Please, don't stop..." he pleaded. "Mulder we can't do this." She said seriously. "We're already doing it." He said pinching her nipple through the fabric of her sweater and pajamas. She released a little moan then pusher his hand away from her breast. He arced to make her feel his rigid erection, she gasped. "Dana, you can't stop me now, you've begun this and now we've got to finish. I know you want it as much as I do." He whispered at her ear. She felt his tongue on her neck, his lips on her earlobe, he nibbled her skin. She melted. She couldn't escape his tender ministrations because she was trapped with him in the sleeping bag. Pressed against his aroused body and then she didn't really want to escape. She wanted him inside her, she wanted to feel his skin against hers, their bodies moving together in passion. She was loosing control, she struggled to turn around till she faced him then kissed him hard. He opened his mouth and let her tongue slip inside. They battled with their tongues, hands frantically exploring their bodies. "Too much clothing" he whispered against her lips. "I agree" He unzipped the bag and they began to tore at their clothes. They were naked in seconds, then quickly slipped back into the bag their bodies covered by goose-pimples. They gasped at the contact, warm skin against warm skin. She ran her hands over his chest, his back, his arms. He caressed her breasts, played with her nipples. Their legs entangled while they struggled to feel more of the other. She felt his fingers slip between her thighs, he caressed her most sensitive place, then founding her wet he entered her with his fingers. She pressed her hips against his hand. "Want more..." she moaned. "Want what Dana?" he asked her, his lips at her throat. "You...inside me...now" He withdrew his fingers and thrust inside her quivering flesh. She grasped his buttocks and crashed him against her, then locked her legs around his hips. She didn't seem to get enough of him. He wanted to go slowly in order to make it last longer, but she was urging him over the edge. He tried desperately to resist but she begun to contract rhythmically her inner muscles till he could take no more and came shuddering violently above her. "Couldn't wait, could you?" he protested when he regained his sense. "No, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for too long..." she said in a low seductive voice. "We'll have to do it again properly" he whispered on her breast then opened his mouth and sucked her nipple. She moaned and arced her back to allow him better access to her hot flesh. "Yeah... don't stop" she cried running her fingers through his hair. They made love again and again till they were exhausted and drifted in a contented sleep in each other arms. They were no longer cold. The end