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“Going up?” An overly friendly man in the elevator asked; as Mulder and Scully, two very spiffily dressed FBI agents, shuffled into the elevator-arm in arm from the hotel lobby.
Scully nodded in reply, while Mulder, motioning with his head at the display box, responded with a light-hearted, “Yeah, do you mind, twelfth floor.”
“Sure thing pal,” and the gentleman pressed the number twelve, giving Mulder a half-smile as he turned back around to face the elevator doors.
Mulder leaned in toward Scully and mouthed pal with a goofy look on his face. Scully, fighting back a snicker, cupped her mouth with both hands-then resting her forehead against Mulder's shoulder, she gathered enough control to stop the giggles from taking over.
The stranger none the wiser.
It was quiet in the small space, except for the faint Kenny G rendition of Your Beautiful playing over the elevator's speakers.
Scully’s bare shoulder was now resting flush against Mulder's tuxedo cladded arm as they both leaned against the back of the elevator. She wore a black fitted strapless cocktail dress that accentuated all the right parts of her body.
The night had been fairly uneventful at the annual Sammies, (the Oscars for federal employees) all the heavy hitters within the FBI were there. Awards were won, of course the X-files division wasn't up for anything; but nonetheless, the food was good, the company was amazing and much to Scully and Mulder’s delight, there was a fully stocked open bar.
Scully giggled out loud.
Her hands were still half-heartedly covering her mouth, but her thoughts of Mulder’s inability to handle his alcohol were slowly taking over, and no amount of covering of the mouth was keeping her laughter at bay. Of course, it was obvious at her response, she wasn't faring so well either, or maybe she was-depending on the perspective.
The gentleman turned around at Scully’s outburst and returned an awkward smile, then he quickly reverted back to staring at the elevator panel.
Mulder glanced down at Scully, getting an eye full of cleavage as he did so; he cleared his throat trying to suppress the laughter that was suddenly bubbling up from within his belly.
Laughter, after all, was contagious.
Mulder chuckled at her spontaneous giggles and before the man knew what was going on- Mulder and Scully had both succumbed to their laughter.
“Sorr…sorry..," Mulder said.
Waving one hand while the other rested on his knee, he was still trying to gain his composure-hunching over and into Scully as he tried to contain his laughter.
Mulder wasn't drunk; but he was certainly feeling relaxed.
Who could blame him- he had a beautiful partner, and she was in a fucking gorgeous dress and he was able to stare at her the entire night. Some might say gaze at her. But he wouldn't dare admit to gazing. He would, however, like to find out what was under, said black dress.
Scully rested her head into Mulder's chest her hot breath sending chills up his spine as she continued to laugh into torso. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, while they both slowly regained some decorum.
“It was an open bar,” Scully blurted out, trying to sound professional. Her forehead still resting at his chest.
The man turned around again-smiling at her unwarranted confession, “Oh, hey, no judgement here, my wife and I love a good open bar too."
“Oh, we’re….,” She stopped herself.
Looking up at Mulder now, smiling mischievously at him as he returned a puzzled look, she corrected, "...Mr. and Mrs. Spooky, that's what they call us,” she said, over-sharing with the man again. But not taking her eyes off Mulder as she spoke.
The gentleman smiled, clearly amused, "Ahh, well...," not sure how to take her admission, "...it's nice to see a young married couple enjoying their time together."
As if on cue, the elevator dinged, letting them all know it had arrived at its next destination. The man exited the elevator, turning around he said, “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Spooky, have a good night.”
The elevator doors shutting as he walked down the hotel hallway.
Alone now, Mulder unwrapped his arms and scooped Scully's face into his palms for a hungry kiss; his lips met hers, creating instant heat between their bodies.
“I.. It.. wa..was...,” Mulder mumbled in between tongue and lip smashing, "...so hard to concentrate tonight.” He finally said as they pulled apart for just a moment.
“Hmhmm, tell me Mr. Spooky, how hard was it?” Reaching for his already bulging dick.
Mulder smiled against her lips while his hands moved to her breasts, “God Scully, you in this dress. You are killing me!”
Before he could do or say anything else the elevator stopped and chimed, fourth floor-signaling them to separate or risk being caught.
The doors opened, and Mulder leaned into Scully, one hand behind her, resting on the railing, while he placed his other arm strategically in front of his crotch to hide his growing erection.
Two men joined them in the elevator, making quick eye contact, they nodded at Mulder and turned around. Mulder, not wanting to kill the mood, playfully man-handled Scully’s ass, squeezing and patting it eagerly. Scully whimpered, and both men shifted slightly as they stood, but neither one turned around.
Mulder, recognizing her vocal cue, slowly lowered his hand to reach under the hem of her cocktail dress; Scully, looking up, scolded him with her eyes.
Scully knew when Mulder wanted something, no amount of eye scolding would stop him; and right now, he wanted her. She also learned early on that succumbing to Mulder's wants came with certain benefits.
Leaning into him, she ever so slightly parted her legs, giving him easier access.
Mulder, gladly accepted the invitation.
From behind, he slowly crept one hand under her dress. Scully bit her bottom lip, keeping her eyes on the back of the two gentleman's heads, not wanting to make any noise. She held her breath while she felt Mulder's hand slowly slide up the inside of her thigh, pausing at the entrance of her pussy.
Her stomach fluttered and her breath hitched.
“Scully...," tilting his head down, Mulder whispered softly into her ear, "...are you not wearing…" before he could finish his sentence, the elevator dinged again, and both men exited.
Sixth floor. Six more floors to go.
She looked up, locking eyes with him, “What do you think?”
As the door closed once again, Mulder, in one quick fevered motion moved past her entrance and his hand found her warm, wet unrestricted pussy.
She drenched his fingers as he explored the ins and outs of her soft folds. His cock ached, as his hand delighted in the area it wanted to be.
Using his other hand, he shifted her so that her back was flushed against his chest giving him better control and better access to her.
Scully responded by opening her legs further- easier access indeed.
He grabbed at her neck kissing it passionately, his hard dick pushed against her ass. He easily controlled her body, with every touch, kiss and movement. His fingers trading space within her soft marshmallowy center.
Eighth floor.
‘’Mulder..I can't, I can't… ,“ her words - barely leaving her mouth as he continued his frenzied touching.
Ninth floor.
In and out, two fingers, then three, four, while his thumb wrestled with her clit- the fire in her belly rising at each movement.
Tenth floor.
Her wetness dripped down her thigh as he worked her over. His free hand moved down her shoulder to her right breast rubbing and pinching at her nipple through the silk strapless dress as he kissed her neck, his cock still hard against her.
“C’mon Scully, come for me baby girl.. c'mon.”
Her breathy response, "Mulder."
She grabbed the railing to brace herself, feeling her body start to take over as he continued working his magic, earning him the title of Mr. Spooky.
It would have been a sight for anyone to see, her black dress hiked up to her hips, Mulder's arm cradling her ass as his hand vigorously finger-fucked her pussy.
Whispering in her ear again, "Let's go baby… you can do this, come for me Mrs. Spooky- you're mine, all mine.”
Always the encourager.
His hand deeper still, his cock grinding against her, his lips kissing her neck.
She gave up all control, and did what he asked; ridding his hand as she bucked her ass against him, her legs quivered and Mulder’s strong arm braced her as she rocked in tandem with each tingling wave that rushed through her body. Coming all over his hand.
Eleventh floor.
This time, the elevator stopped and so did his hand, She whimpered again and slowly gaining her composure she spoke, "Oh my God, Mulder."
He smiled at his accomplishment.
Mulder removed his hand, then he gently pushed her against the wall, shielding her from any unwanted looks from a possible new passenger- but no one got on.
Scully rested her right cheek against the cold elevator wall and looked up, breathing heavy, “Shit Mulder.”
He grinned and slowly took his fingers into his mouth, tasting her on his lips, he hummed in delight and she giggled.
“Twelfth floor is next," she said as she took his other hand and wrapped it around her hip, pulling him closer to her.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I want to make you come again.”
Scully smiled, “Far be it from me to stop you,” she said, still quivering from her orgasm.
As the elevator arrived to their floor, Mulder turned her around, facing one another now, they kissed one last time- Scully's hands around his ass as she pressed her thigh into his dick.
“I want to feel you inside me, Mr Spooky," she said playfully nipping at his pouty bottom lip and he groaned in response.
Mulder pulled away, and looking (no, gazing) into her eyes he grabbed her hand as the elevator doors opened to their floor.
“Far be it from me to try and stop you, Mrs. Spooky.”
And together they walked out of the elevator hand in hand.