TITLE: Impasse V: His Epilogue to Arcadia AUTHOR: Denise Morgen EMAIL: meadora@hotmail.com FEEDBACK: The quick and easy way to have a shrine erected in your honor! ARCHIVE: Anywhere; just keep my name attached. SPOILERS: Arcadia, The Host, Tooms RATING: R CATEGORY: A, MSR Summary: Scully turns the tables... AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is NOT a stand-alone! You MUST have read at least Impasse III & IV (if not the whole series!) and see the episode Arcadia for this to make any sense whatsoever! The previous Impasse stories can be found on my website at http://DennysX.cjb.net WARNING: NoRomo's risk spontaneous human combustion by continuing. Impasse V: His Epilogue to Arcadia by Denise Morgen "Oww..." his mind echoed numbly as his head smacked into the wall behind him. But the rest of his body was too preoccupied to notice the corresponding pain as it too was slammed into that same wall by the redheaded firebrand that was his partner. As her weight crashed recklessly into him his breath was knocked free in a ragged whoosh. He barely had time to suck in a hitching gasp of air before she was on him, hands ripping at clothes and tongue plundering his mouth with a wild abandon that he had scarcely dared to dream she might possess. Mulder Mental Note #23784: Never tease a frustrated Dana Scully without a bed on hand. There wasn't a tape in the world that could hold a candle to this! And to think when she first sprang at him he was certain she meant to kill him! Come to think of it, he thought as she hooked her legs around his hips and shifted her warm center against his rigid erection with a moan, maybe she still does! His thoughts scurried around in his head like a mouse trapped in its little wheel: Public! We're in Public! public-public-publicplaceanyonecouldwalkby gottafindgottaget-OH-GOD-SHE-FEELS-SO-GOOD-IneedIwantI-CONCENTRATE!- Mulder dragged his mouth up from hers with a reluctant groan that turned to a gasp as she wriggled against him and attacked his neck with a fervor. His hands dropped down to cup her rounded bottom and press her closer to his ever growing heat. Now it was her turn to groan as he abandoned the idea of taking this someplace more comfortable and reached up with one hand to kneed her breast through the silken fabric of her shirt. She pushed herself into his willing hand and arched against him as he rubbed her pert nipple with his thumb. With a savage growl he recaptured her mouth and launched himself from the wall towards the car. His sudden movement jerked her body up against his and she twined her hands around his neck to help ride out the delicious friction. Mulder wrenched the door wildly open one-handedly and ripped the front seat up. He practically threw Scully into the back seat and treated her to his own version of a pounce as he leapt onto her. The back seat of a Mustang isn't roomy by any stretch of the imagination but by this time they were both too far gone to notice, much less care. With the door still blaringly open and Mulder's feet hanging out the side they set about ripping the clothes from one another. And if a button was too hesitant or a zipper wouldn't come who can blame them if it seemed like too much work to mess with? The sound of tearing fabric and passionate moans filled the air. If there had been any bats in that deserted garage, they surely would've flown away tittering in terror of the small car that seemed to buck with a life of it's own. Finally an eternity later the rocking stopped and the garage descended into silence. In the stillness that followed two very sated FBI agents curled up happily, if a little cramped, in the backseat of their rental car and surveyed the damage. "Damn, I really liked that shirt. Did you have to rip it open?" "We'll get you another. 'Sides, it's not like you were all that careful with my clothes: I don't even have enough fabric left to resemble a shirt!" "Quit crying. You sure weren't complaining at the time!" "Oh shit, Scully...um...how much was the deductible on this car again?" "Mulder," she growled in exasperation, "we don't HAVE a deductible on this car, no insurance. REMEMBER?! Why?" "Because, uh-" "Oh, shit." "Yeah. Think we can convince 'em a flukeman did it?" "Right Mulder, a flukeman did it. Then I guess we can blame the stains over here on Tooms..." Fini.