Traffic Jam

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: The X Files

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters - and even if I did they'd be too hot for me to handle all by myself

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A traffic jam at 11pm when you’re already tired was not Dana’s idea of a good night. She was tired and stuck between two semis behind and in front of her, a wall on her left and a minivan on her right. She was trapped with nowhere to go. She had heard sirens so obviously something catastrophic had occurred and after ten minutes of not moving she turned the engine off and groaned. Picking up her cell phone she dialed home to explain why she was not there.

Mulder answered his cell on the third ring, stating simply,  “You’re late.”

“Traffic. I haven’t moved in ten minutes.

“Then leave the car and walk.”

“We only have one car and I can’t use a snowstorm as an excuse, like everyone else in Virginia.”

“You can use a horny house husband as an excuse.”

“You’re not my husband.” She stated emphatically, not trying to hurt him but even though they had been living together for over six years and he was now free from any and all prosecution they were still in fact living in sin.

“Ouch.” He groaned but she knew he was not offended by the simple fact, “Semantics. Anyway, I am at home and I am horny so two out of three but we are inching closer and closer to that common law thing.”

“Semantics.” She replied, “And you are always horny.”

“Now that is a fact. And you never seem to mind.”

Scully sighed and looked at the barrier wall to her left, “I wish you were here now, it would occupy the time waiting for traffic to move.”

“Hmmm.” Mulder replied getting comfortable in his easy chair – which she hated emphatically – and turning off the Knicks game. They were losing anyway. “What are you wearing?”

“You saw me leave. As a matter of fact I believe you felt me up before I left.”

“You’re ruining it.” He moaned, “Just play along.”

“Fine. Beige shirt and a black blouse.”

“Hose?”

“Yes.”

“Take them off.”

“In the car?”

“Yes. Do it.”

“Be thankful for Bluetooth.” She said clasping the hands free receiver to her ear, “can you hear me now?”

“Loud and clear. Are you still wearing hose?” Mulder replied.

Scully unbuckled her seatbelt, slipped off her heels and pulled up her skirt before removing the hose and placing them on the seat next to her, “At least it’s warm.”

“Thong?”

“Yes.”

“Color?”

“Black.”

Mulder audibly groaned as his hand slipped under the waistline of his track pants.

“What are you doing?” Scully asked knowing that groan all too well.

“Do you have to ask?” he replied as he began to slide his hand up and down his lonely cock.

Scully licked her lips and felt instant warmth come over her, “Do you want me to touch myself?” she blushed after uttering such a statement.

“Do you have to ask?” Mulder repeated.

Her eyes fixated on the truck’s red brake lights ahead, and she brought her hand down to her now damp thong, sliding her fingers under it and letting a small moan escape her lips as her finger passed through the soft curls and to her sensitive bud. She let her mind forget where she was as she began to rub her clit, her moaning becoming louder.

There was some obvious grunting on the other end of the phone as well. Mulder began to increase his movements as the woman on the other end moaned his name. Picturing her playing with her pussy was enough to send him over the edge.

“Are you wet?” He asked his mouth dry.

“Very.” Scully replied, spreading her legs as much as she could in the small confines of the driver’s side, her pussy throbbing in need. Pushing her thong aside she inserted a middle finger deep inside and gasped at the sensations that came over her. Done a million times over, each time it made her moan differently.

“Are you fucking yourself?” Mulder asked.

“Yes.” She moaned as her finger continued to do what he could not, her free hand rubbing her clit frantically.

“Traffic moving?” Mulder was sure to ask fearing this would be her first traffic infraction.

She stopped, opened her eyes and sighed in relief, “No.”

“Good, keep going.” He said doing the same to his ever aching cock.

Doing as she was told Scully returned to her traffic diversion, continuing to moan his name as her fingers worked diligently at preventing her own personal road rage but as her eyes continued to fixate on the lights before her she heard engines starting and cars beginning to move.

“FUCK!” She screamed out so close to the edge, knowing if she didn’t finish now she wouldn’t make it home. Frantically she rubbed harder, focusing all her attention on her clit until her knees slammed against the side of the car and the gear shift screaming Mulder’s name before moaning, “It’s moving.”

“Good.” Mulder replied removing his hand from his still hard cock, “Because I have a serious priopic condition and need to see my doctor.”