Title:  NEW:  Washed Away 

Author:  mimic117

Email:  mimic117@yahoo.com

Rating:  NC-17

Category:  SPM - At the request of Nell, Cindy and assorted 
other perverts, I hereby announce the creation of the 
SexPigMulder category.  Insistent, persistent, and doesn't take 
"later" for an answer.  Not non-con or rape, just an insatiable 
man who wants what he wants when he wants it.

Keywords:  MSR, established relationship  

Spoilers:  None for the show.  This is a coerced sequel to 
Blown Away and takes place immediately following that one.  
They made me do it!  Really!

Summary:  Scully's changed her mind about tempting fate 
again.  Or has she?

Archive:  I'll do Gossamer and Ephemeral myself, thanks.  
Anyone else is free to filch at will.  Just let me know where.

Disclaimer:  Fun not profit.  If you don't know that by now, 
you'll never get it.

Author's Notes:  There was a great deal of vigorous stalking 
for this fic, perpetrated by persons who shall remain nameless.  
Yeah, you know who you are.  Don't look so smug.

Thanks:  To Cindy once again, for the bitchin' best beta 
around.  You are the Writer's Reference manual beneath my 
wings. 

Feedback:  Is printed out, fawned over and stroked to tatters 
at  mimic117@yahoo.com

Homepage:  Visit all my fics at the little home XochiLuvr built.  
www.surfacing.com/mimic117/
Your depravity levels may vary.

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Nebraska
12:38 PM

Mulder shook Frank's hand and accepted the hearty slap of 
thanks on his sweaty, bare shoulder with hardly a flinch.  That 
was going to sting later, especially where Frank had just 
ground wood chips into his skin.  He waved to Renna as Frank 
climbed in the car, then watched as they headed down the 
driveway, their children jumping in the back seat.  The kids 
were moving around so much, it was hard to tell exactly how 
many there were.  Mulder estimated somewhere between four 
and seven, depending on how many times he counted.

He trudged across the parking lot toward the front steps of the 
school, trying to rotate the ache out of his shoulders.  It had 
been a long while since he'd swung an ax for any length of 
time.  His muscles were going to be screaming in a few hours 
from the unaccustomed exercise.  Scully rose from her perch 
on the steps as he approached and brushed off the back of 
her pants.  

Maybe he could persuade her to help out with a nice rub down 
once he got rid of his coating of sawdust.

Stopping at the foot of the stairs, he took off his sunglasses 
and squinted up at her.

"You ready to blow this popsicle stand, Agent Scully?"

"I suggest you take a shower before we leave.  Those 
shavings are going to get uncomfortable pretty soon."

He glanced down at the wood fragments dotting his chest, 
stomach and arms, then looked up at her in surprise.  "Here?"

"Sure.  They have a big shower in each locker room.  You can 
even indulge one of your boyhood fantasies and use the girls' 
shower."

Mulder waggled his eyebrows.  

"Can I expect company while I take this shower?"

She hesitated before answering, puzzling him.  

"Not on your life, G-man.  We almost got caught last night.  I'm 
not going to give fate another swing at us."

Scully opened one of the school doors and walked inside 
without wating for a comment.  He trotted up the steps and 
followed her into the cool gloom of the building, grateful for 
the respite from the bright outdoors.  Trailing after her down 
the stairs to the left, he finally caught up to her in the 
doorway of the boys' locker room.

"What do you mean we got caught?" he asked.  "Everyone 
was asleep."

She turned, hands on hips and an annoyed expression on her 
face.  

"Not *everyone*, apparently.  Renna bluntly informed me that 
we were quite energetic last night.  I guess it's a good thing we 
were covered by the blanket or she probably would have 
gotten a real eyeful."

Well, that was a shock.  Especially since he'd been aware of 
Renna's eyes following him all evening.  If he'd known she 
was awake last night, he probably wouldn't have been so 
insistent.  At least, he wanted to believe that.  He decided to 
check and make sure they were talking about the same 
person.  There was always a remote chance...

"You mean the Renna that just left here with Frank?  The one 
with half a baseball team in the back of her car?"

Scully nodded.

Mulder grimaced.  "I'm amazed she could stand to look at us 
this morning.  Did you...?"

"Oh, I tried to apologize.  She wouldn't accept one.  It appears 
the same mysterious urge overcomes Frank whenever they 
have to seek shelter from a tornado.  She completely 
understood.  In fact, we seem to have missed their encore 
performance by falling asleep ourselves."

The image in his mind was immediate and unpleasant.  He 
glared at her.

"That was just plain mean, Scully."

She smirked back. 

"Sorry, horndog.  If I have to suffer, so do you.  I just wish I 
knew whether it was coincidence or if she'd been waiting up to 
see if something would happen."

That wasn't a mental picture Mulder wanted either.  It creeped 
him out to think of someone lying there in the dark, waiting for 
the show to start. Hopefully, dealing with Scully's original 
suggestion would drive the idea from his mind.

"I can't take a shower here.  I don't have any clean clothes or 
towels.  Hell, I don't even have a bar of soap."

She pointed behind him.  

"There are school towels piled on a table outside the shower."

"What about dry clothes?"

"You can put your old clothes back on until we get to the 
motel." 

"Scully, my boxers are soaked with sweat, not to mention what 
happened to them last night."

"So just put on your jeans."

"Why can't I shower back at the motel?"

his sweaty boxers and socks into one of his pockets.  He 
pulled his T-shirt on next, then shoved his feet into his 
sneakers.

He followed Scully up the stairs and out the doors into the 
bright sunshine.  It was getting hotter by the minute.  The car's 
air conditioning was going to be a welcome relief on his still-
damp skin.  

Small tree limbs and leaves were scattered all over the parking 
lot, but at least the driveway was clear now.  Mulder brushed 
some debris off the top of the car, relieved to find that there 
was no real damage to the vehicle.  As he opened the driver's 
door to get in, his eye was caught by the baseball diamond 
next to the school.  His gaze took in the stands set up on each 
side of the backstop and he smiled as he climbed into the 
driver's seat.

"Hey Scully," he said, as he turned the key in the ignition.  
"Have you ever done it under the bleachers?"

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THE END

Author's request:  Go forth and demand more SexPig!Mulder 
fics.  Start with Cindy.  She owes me for abetting the stalkers.

Explanatory note:  I don't want to be hearing from readers who 
think the sexual position used in the shower is impossible.  
Maybe for most of us normal humans it is, but that one 
actually is explained in the Kama Sutra.  It's a specific 
standing position that I can't remember the name of, but it's 
real.  Thank goodness for petite, limber FBI agents.

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