Coulombs Law
By: afg
Rating: NC17
Category: Post-ep MSR. Smut
Spoilers: D.P.O.
Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is being made.
Summary: Darren is not the only one who can produce 
sparks.
Thanks: To Tali.
Feedback: Lovely, to siggy.63@btinternet.com
Website: www.ofnoconsequence.com
Note: Written for season 3 of Fandomonium's Virtual Season 
of Smut Challenge. 

~oOo~

The car rumbled along the country road, its occupants each 
engaged in their usual vehicular activities. Mulder was 
driving and eating sunflower seeds, the tiny shells of which 
he spat out of the window, only to have them blow back into 
the car. Scully was asleep with her head slumped forward, 
drooling very slightly. The radio was on very low mainly 
because if Mulder heard one more twanging steel guitar solo 
he was going to hunt down the first big haired country singer 
he found and shoot them. Apart from the music the journey 
back to the motel through the Oklahoma night was proving 
quite enjoyable. The case had ended with an arrest and no 
medical bills for either of them.   For which, Mulder was sure, 
the FBI would be most grateful. If nothing else it would cut 
down on AD Skinner's antacid pills.

"Mind the bacon."

"Sorry?" Mulder said, as Scully jerked awake in her seat.

"What?"

"You just said, 'mind the bacon.'"

"Did I?" She gave him a look of deep skepticism.

"Yes, what were you dreaming about?"

"I don't know." Scully was trying, surreptitiously, to wipe the 
drool off her jacket.

"Do you often dream about pork products?"

"I can't say that they loom large in my subconscious, no."

"It's probably is an expression of unfulfilled sexual desires." 
Mulder said, knowingly.

"It's what?" Her eyebrow was getting a good work out.

"Pigs are a potent sexual symbol in dreams."

"Mulder, you are talking complete nonsense."

"So, your sexual desires are being fulfilled then?" 

"We're on a case, Mulder." She said, a note of warning in her 
voice.

"Which we've concluded." 

"I still have to write up my report, as do you."

"We can do that on the flight back tomorrow."

"You're incorrigible." She rolled her eyes at him.

"I know, but you love me anyway."

"Yes, I do. God help me."

"Good."

Mulder pulled the car over next to a gate beyond which laid a 
rolling expanse of grass, which looked almost silver in the 
bright moonlight. He got out of the car and went around to 
Scully's side and opened the door.

"Come on," he said, offering her his hand.

"What are you doing?" She took it and got out of the car to 
stand in the warm night air.

He pointed to a large tree. "I'm taking you over there." 
Taking her hand again he guided her over to the gate, he 
opened it and they walked through. 

"What on earth for?" Scully's heels sank, slightly, into the 
soft earth, as she gamely tried to keep up with his long 
strides. 

"I want to see you naked."

"Mulder, you must be joking. All that electricity has gone to 
your brain."

"I don't think it's my brain that you need to worry about." He 
waggled his eyebrows at her. "Come on, Scully, indulge me."

"We're in the middle of a field, anyone could see us." 

He knew he was getting to her, just by the drop in pitch of her 
voice. Since becoming lovers he had discovered that his 
normally staid partner enjoyed an element of adventure in her 
sex life and he was pleasantly surprised that she had conceded 
so easily while, technically, still on FBI time. Perhaps all that 
loose current flying about did have something to do with it. 

"Scully, it's one thirty in the morning, who's going to see us? 
Okay, there maybe the odd rabbit, but that's it." 

Scully looked at him, he was the most frustrating, annoying 
and perplexing man she had ever met, but he could do things 
to her, with just a look, which would be considered illegal in 
several states. "Mulder, if we get caught, I am going to 
emasculate you with a teaspoon."

"You are gorgeous when you're testy." He gave her a grin 
and pulled her along until they reached the tree. "Get 'em off, 
Scully."

"That's what I love about you, all that old world charm. You 
have to be naked too, you know." She gestured at his suit.

They watched each other as they undressed.  Scully folded 
each of her garments carefully and placed them in a neat pile 
on the grass. Mulder just discarded his in a jumbled heap. 
Scully took her time looking him over. The cut of his 
muscles, beautifully defined in the moonlight. The sight of 
him standing there, wanting her, combined with the warm 
night air caressing her skin, made her weak at the knees.

"Turn around." 

His voice was quiet and low and it made her heart pump 
faster as she turned her back to him. There was a long silence; 
she knew he was looking at her. At other times she might 
have felt self-conscious but right now it made her skin hum. 
She gasped as she felt the warm length of his body touch hers, 
his arms surrounded her, holding her close.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered in her ear, his warm 
breath tickling a little. "I want you so much."

"You have me, Mulder." 

He gently grasped her chin and turned her face to his, and 
kissed her.  She opened her mouth to let him in, she was 
swept away by the taste and the smell and the closeness of 
him. She lifted her hand to touch his hair; lightly scraping her 
nails over his scalp and feeling a shudder pass through him. 
His hands were not idle, as he passed his fingers over her 
tight nipples, circling the areolas, making her sigh.  His other 
hand left her chin and he moved his mouth down, over her 
neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He walked 
them both forward a couple of paces, until the wide trunk of 
the tree was directly in front of them.

"Brace your arms on the trunk."

She complied and felt the rough texture of the bark under her 
palms. She jumped a little as Mulder ran his tongue, slowly 
down the length of her spine until he reached the swell of her 
buttocks. Then strong hands kneaded the firm flesh and he bit 
a cheek lightly, which made her squeak and him chuckle.

"I love your ass," he said in between kisses. "It's so edible."

"So I've noticed, and I'm pleased but how about you get 
back up here and keep me warm?" 

She heard his knees crack as he slid up her body, his hot shaft 
coming to nestle against her spine. His hands cupped her 
breasts and his thumbs flicked at the tips.  She pushed her 
rump against his thighs, she could feels the hairs on his legs 
against her ass and she squirmed with the sensation. She 
squirmed even more as he bit down on her shoulder and, at 
the same time, slipped his hand down over her belly and 
between her thighs, his fingers finding her clit and circling it 
very gently. She was too aroused for gentle, so she dropped 
one of her hands from its grip on the tree trunk and pressed 
his fingers harder against her, her hips circled in counterpoint.

"Mulder…god…yeah." She was a little less articulate than 
usual but she hoped that Mulder got her meaning. She thought 
he did because he was grinding his cock against her lower 
spine and humming. She wanted his cock someplace else so 
she took her hand off his and reached behind her to his hip to 
try and get him where she wanted.

"Do you want something, Scully?" 

"Oh, yeah." 

"What do you want?"

Oh, she hated it when he asked her to say things, she just 
wasn't comfortable with it. It wasn't that she was a prude, far 
from it. She just didn't want a running commentary while she 
was doing it, especially if she had to provide it.

"Just shut up, Mulder and fuck me."

"Well if you're going to get snippy about it…"

She didn't get the rest of his words as suddenly his hands 
gripped her hips, his long length pushed with a delicious 
slide, up into her. She returned her hand to the tree, her 
knuckles white with the pressure of her grip. As Mulder eased 
slowly in and out of her body, the friction made the hairs on 
her arms and on the back of her neck stand up. He began to 
speed up; he reached round to her slick folds and flicked her 
clit with his fingers, which made her bear down on his hand 
and push back against his groin.  She heard Mulder growl in 
response, she felt his teeth nip at her shoulder. This wasn't 
going to last long, his hips started to pump, madly against her 
ass and his fingers flew over her clit. Never had she been so 
aware of how good he was at multi-tasking.

"Come on, Scully, let go." 

At his words she went rigid and her orgasm swept through 
every nerve and muscle in her body, she could hear herself 
crying out but it sounded a long way off. There was just the 
hardness of him inside her and the grip of his hands, that was 
all that kept her earthed, against the surge of sweet energy. 
She felt his movements become disjointed and his hands held 
her hips tight to him as he strained against her. Then the heat 
of him rushed into her and he draped himself over her back, 
trusting her to take his weight for a moment.

"Scully…that was…"

"Don't say electric, or I may have to hurt you."

"I wasn't going to say that," he said kissing the back of her 
neck and standing upright, all be it a little shakily.

"That's alright then." She felt a little twinge of loss as he 
slipped out of her. Turning around she stretched up to kiss 
him. "Come on then, we'd better get back to the motel. I want 
to get at least a couple of hours sleep before we catch the 
plane." She bent to pick up her clothes.

"Yeah it's always good to recharge a little…ouch!" He 
squeaked, as she pinched his ass really quite hard. "What was 
that for?"

"Puns, Mulder, really, really bad puns. You were warned."

"Skinner likes my puns," he said, sulkily as he got dressed.

"How can you tell? The man never smiles."

"He's laughing on the inside."

"Whatever you say, Mulder." Scully finished dressing and 
slipped her pumps back on and they made their way back to 
the car.

"You just don't appreciate my lightening wit." He said, 
opening the driver's side.

"One more word, and I will be driving."
	
"My lips are sealed, Scully." 

"That'll be the day."

The car sped off down the winding road leaving the night to 
itself and a roll of distant thunder. 


~oOo~

End Note:
Charles Coulomb first described electric field strengths in the 
1780's. He found that for point charges - Point sources are 
charged objects that are much, much smaller than the distance 
between them - the electrical force varies directly with the 
product of the charges. In other words, the greater the 
charges, the stronger the field. And the field varies inversely 
with the square of the distance between the charges. This 
means that the greater the distance, the weaker the force 
becomes. In other words, how desperate am I for a title?