This Room and Everything In It by Suture (NC-17)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully; Krycek/OC
Length: 17K
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Author's Page at Gossamer
Why this must be read: Mulder and Scully are in an established relationship. Alex Krycek and his minion, "Bingo," have them under 24-hour surveillance. This is a fascinating and, well, creepy look at the Mulder/Scully dynamic from a third party's unique perspective. It offers some interesting insights into Alex Krycek as well.
"Do you 'perform' or 'engage' in fellatio?" Bingo asked over the strangled jungle cries that signaled Scully's impending orgasm.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say, "I don't do either asshole" when I realized that he was asking about general usage rather than personal biography. "You're the one who went to Andover and then Harvard, Bingo," I said in my best preppy lockjaw.
He looked up from his report, eyes a startling, pure blue. "Yeah, but I wasn't in class the day they taught us how to use the word 'fellatio' idiomatically, Krycek." He made my name sound like a languid, lewd caress. His wide mouth curved into a predatory smile. "I was more of a hands-on learner."
"Nobody's handing out an award for best word choice. Just get the facts down."
"'Engaged in fellatio' sounds too clinical," Bingo's pen beat out a tattoo against his perfect, white front teeth. "Really, English is so limited when it comes to a vocabulary for sex. We've only got either pseudo-scientific terminology or vulgar slang at our disposal. I mean both 'Baby I want to give you a blowjob' and 'Baby I want to perform fellatio on you' just don't do it for me. What about you Krycek?"
Scully moaned onscreen, a hoarse, ragged sound.
"Do you think their sex is as good as she makes it sound?" Bingo stared at the closest monitor with a strange look on his face.
Scully moaned again in a deeper, even more guttural register and for a moment
--I was twenty-four again and trying to explain to Mia that her body was my home her mouth on mine a homecoming my body in hers a perfection but what I said came between us a prophylactic of bad cliches and how could I explain to anyone even to her the things I felt deep in my body like the shifting of tectonic plates so I could only show her by pressing my mouth into the hollow where her stomach dipped into her pubic bone and whispering, "This is a special kiss" while she scraped her nails against my scalp and laughed and laughed--
"I don't think anyone can ever know that about anyone else," I said and my voice sounded strangled. Bingo looked away, but not before I caught a glimpse of something satisfied in his eyes.
I wondered what I'd just revealed and to whom.
"And now everybody's happy," Bingo said as Mulder let out a hoarse cry. "Do you think they're in loooove?" Bingo asked, dragging the word out so that it was the unexpected punchline to a private joke.
Rising and falling slightly to a Sealy Posturepedic tide, Mulder and Scully lay side by side on Mulder's waterbed. Whatever subterranean desires had made themselves briefly visible had gone underground again. In their wake, Mulder and Scully played possum. A muscle twitched under the skin of Scully's forearm. Little hitches kept snarling the skein of Mulder's breathing. An inch of space lay between the two of them.
This Room and Everything In It
Pairing: Mulder/Scully; Krycek/OC
Length: 17K
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Author's Page at Gossamer
Why this must be read: Mulder and Scully are in an established relationship. Alex Krycek and his minion, "Bingo," have them under 24-hour surveillance. This is a fascinating and, well, creepy look at the Mulder/Scully dynamic from a third party's unique perspective. It offers some interesting insights into Alex Krycek as well.
"Do you 'perform' or 'engage' in fellatio?" Bingo asked over the strangled jungle cries that signaled Scully's impending orgasm.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say, "I don't do either asshole" when I realized that he was asking about general usage rather than personal biography. "You're the one who went to Andover and then Harvard, Bingo," I said in my best preppy lockjaw.
He looked up from his report, eyes a startling, pure blue. "Yeah, but I wasn't in class the day they taught us how to use the word 'fellatio' idiomatically, Krycek." He made my name sound like a languid, lewd caress. His wide mouth curved into a predatory smile. "I was more of a hands-on learner."
"Nobody's handing out an award for best word choice. Just get the facts down."
"'Engaged in fellatio' sounds too clinical," Bingo's pen beat out a tattoo against his perfect, white front teeth. "Really, English is so limited when it comes to a vocabulary for sex. We've only got either pseudo-scientific terminology or vulgar slang at our disposal. I mean both 'Baby I want to give you a blowjob' and 'Baby I want to perform fellatio on you' just don't do it for me. What about you Krycek?"
Scully moaned onscreen, a hoarse, ragged sound.
"Do you think their sex is as good as she makes it sound?" Bingo stared at the closest monitor with a strange look on his face.
Scully moaned again in a deeper, even more guttural register and for a moment
--I was twenty-four again and trying to explain to Mia that her body was my home her mouth on mine a homecoming my body in hers a perfection but what I said came between us a prophylactic of bad cliches and how could I explain to anyone even to her the things I felt deep in my body like the shifting of tectonic plates so I could only show her by pressing my mouth into the hollow where her stomach dipped into her pubic bone and whispering, "This is a special kiss" while she scraped her nails against my scalp and laughed and laughed--
"I don't think anyone can ever know that about anyone else," I said and my voice sounded strangled. Bingo looked away, but not before I caught a glimpse of something satisfied in his eyes.
I wondered what I'd just revealed and to whom.
"And now everybody's happy," Bingo said as Mulder let out a hoarse cry. "Do you think they're in loooove?" Bingo asked, dragging the word out so that it was the unexpected punchline to a private joke.
Rising and falling slightly to a Sealy Posturepedic tide, Mulder and Scully lay side by side on Mulder's waterbed. Whatever subterranean desires had made themselves briefly visible had gone underground again. In their wake, Mulder and Scully played possum. A muscle twitched under the skin of Scully's forearm. Little hitches kept snarling the skein of Mulder's breathing. An inch of space lay between the two of them.
This Room and Everything In It