Final Gift For anniemarie75
Title: INothing. Unless you can think of a good one, in which case feel free to tell me! (I can't think of one. FAIL D:)
Author: gayfortinafey
Pairing/Character: Mulder/Scully
Word Count:
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pretty much PWP.
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Lots of sex, though.
Author's Note: Happy Holidays!
It has been exactly 4 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, 6 days and about 7 hours since I've last had some really brilliant, mind-blowing sex.
That's 1581 days.
Mulder's sitting opposite me now, with his concentration face on, reading a file. I'm so horny I can't think straight. I'm trying desperatly not to let
my legs rub together, because I know it'll set me off.
I can feel my pulse throbbing throughout my body. Trying to ignore it is practically impossible.
I know that my breathing is becoming erratic, my cheeks slightly flushed.
Mulder looks up, catching my eyes. I immediately look down, trying to ignore the flame that has just been ignited throughout my body. I can't concentrate on the file in front of me and I fidget - somewhat cautiously, for fear of setting off my bodies time bomb - in my seat. "Scully," he says, in an
unintentionally husky voice, "are you okay?" I'm horny as hell, but I'm okay, I think, as I try to smile at him. He obviously doesn't understand my flushed cheeks or laboured breathing. "Yeah," I reply, "I'm fine." I'm pretty sure he doesn't believe me, but I think I've put him off my scent for a while.
We're back to silence again, as we both continue to read the file. The butterflies that have been dancing around my stomach since I woke up this morning - with my hand between my legs, after a particularly erotic dream - are refusing to settle, even as I emerse myself in the case.
But I can't concentrate; I have to read the file three times before any of it even sinks in.
I look up, mentally preparing myself to try and talk normally, to see Mulder staring straight at me. "Mulder," I don't think my voice is shaky, "Why are you staring at me?"
He doesn't answer. The throbbing between my thighs becomes stronger, with my mind going back to the dream I had last night. With every second he stares at me, without so much as a breath, my arousal increases tenfold. "Mulder," I say once again, trying to get him out of his reverie. "Stop staring at me." This time, he looks away from me and reaches into the packet of sunflower seeds on the desk.
The silence in the room is uncomfortable.
And it certainly doesn't ease the tingling in my body.
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(2 and a half hours later)
I hardly dare to move.
We've been driving for the last two hours.
Mulder isn't trying to start a conversation and I am certainly not.
I shift a little in my seat and try not to moan out loud.
My thoughts turn to Mulder, sitting in the drivers seat. God, I can just imagine how good he is in bed. I can almost see it - the dreams I have been having lately are no figment of my imagination, and the images just will not leave my head.
Suddenly, I'm seeing Mulder sitting there naked. I know I'm flushing bright red and I know - because I'm barely getting enough oxygen into my body to keep me alive - that I'm not breathing either.
"Seriously, Scully," Mulder pulls the car into a lay by and turns to face me, "Are you sure that you're okay? You're acting really weird." He waits
expectantly for an answer, but all I can see is him naked, his hot body leaning towards me. "Scully," he says, breaking me out of my own reverie. I look at him; he's leaning towards me, and suddenly I can't deny that I'm "Okay". I lean in towards his soft-looking lips. My lips softly touch his, but this gentle contact soon changes into a passionate embrace, as I wrap my arms around his neck and he leans closer towards me.
Our passionate embrace - that ignites an even hotter fire (practically white hot) in my veins - is broken when the need for oxygen becomes apparent. I rest my forehead on his, and smile a little. I take a few deep breaths, as does Mulder.
"Wow," he says, but before he can say anything else, I lean in to kiss him again. I can hardly control myself, as he responds to me and delves him tongue into my mouth.
After a while, he takes his lips away from mine and attacks my neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. "Ohhh," I can't help but moan; this feels SO good. I know that I'm extra sensitive - I haven't been ravished by a man's mouth for such a long time I had almost (almost, but not completely) forgotten what it felt like - and what Mulder is doing to me with his mouth is driving me crazy. "Mulder," I say, and he stops his ministrations and looks up at me, "If you don't stop, this is going to get positively indecent in a very short amount of time." He smiles and leans in to give me another kiss on the lips; I can't help but lean in to him and let myself get carried away again. But before we can become too involved with the kiss once again, Mulder breaks the kiss "We can't do this here." He says, before turning the engine back on and driving back onto the freeway.
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My mind is reeling from the brilliance of the last few minutes and my mind is so deeply involved in replaying the moment in my mind that I don't realise that the car is no longer moving and that we are at the motel we will be staying at until we solve the case.
As I get out of the car, my legs rub together and although I try to ignore the feeling that runs through my body it is practically impossible and the silent groan that runs through my head do nothing to calm me.
We go to our seperate rooms but my thoughts immediately turn to that of Mulder, in the room next to me, and what he could be doing to me. Instead of unpacking my clothes, I leave my room and go next door. Without knocking I enter and kick my shoes off. "Mulder," I say, and he appears in the doorway of the bathroom, his naked chest more than alluring.
I can't resist him any longer; I almost run towards him, and suddenly we are in another passionate embrace. Our lips are attacking each other with a ferociousness that I didn't know existed. As we continue to kiss, our tongues battling for dominance, we eventually stumble backwards, with my back against the wall. His kisses are driving my senses insane; my legs are starting to feel like jelly and his fingers running along my sides are making my knees weak. "Ooooo," I groan as his lips leave my mouth and travel to my neck. His fingers move into my hair and my senses are overwhelmed - I'm frozen - my arms are staying limp at my sides and I am helpless to respond to him, as he pulls my shirt buttons undone and drags the shirt off my shoulders. His mouth immediately movess to my breasts, as he sucks on the sensitive skin above the cup of my bra. "Ohhh," suddenly I regained some semblance of control over my arms andmy hands run through his hair and push his face in to my heaving breasts.
Eventually, he stops teasing my breasts, and presses soft butterfly kisses up to my mouth. I'm so far beyond horny now that I am having difficulty even breathing; "Ohhh, Mulder," I moan into his mouth, as I feel his hands reach down to my fly. He unbuttons them and lets them drop to the floor, before lifting my legs up and wrapping them around his hips. I need no encouragment as I am now at an advantage; I kiss him deeply as I wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my hips and we stumble towards the bed. He falls back onto the bed and I land on top of him.
Our lips don't part even we fall onto the bed. I scrape my nails up and down his toned torso as I feel him move his arms around to my back, where he unclasps my bra and lets my sensitive breasts free of their restraints. His mouth is immediately on my nipple, driving me crazy with the warmth that encases my sensitive nipple. "Oh God," I groan, my head falling forward and my eyes closing involuntarily with the heavy weight of arousal.
Suddenly, Mulder lets go of my nipple and before I can complain, I am flipped over and he is on top of me and he is crawling down my body, his mouth pressing soft butterfly kisses down my breasts and down my abdomen. I shiver in anticipation as I realise where he is going. There is no sound that is willing to come out of my dry throat as he kisses my hips and over the edge of my panties. I'm getting impatient now and my hips buck violently as he kisses nearer and nearer to my hot, wet centre. "Mulder," I groan, as he moves away from my vulva and starts to kiss down my legs, pulling my panties down as he goes. He is obviously determined to kill me in the process of fucking me. "Mulder" I groan again. His teasing is driving me crazy.
His mouth is suddenly on my wet lips, and I lose every thought process in my brain...
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A while later - a long while later, as it turns out, as after he has made me come once, he makes me come again and again and again in every way possible - I am lying on his chest, sated and exhausted. I wrap my arms around his naked, sweaty chest and smile as he says "Goodnight, Scully," before closing his eyes.
"Goodnight Mulder," I reply, but he is already asleep.
I soon follow suit, closing my eyes and finally - finally, after so long filled with pent up desire - I relax and fall into a soft, dreamless sleep.