Originally posted April 16th, 2000
Classification: MSR, smut
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Well, if you've not seen Millennium (the episode) nor Closure, you'll get spoiled. Course if you don't care, you probably already know about the two things I mention.
Archive: DO NOT archive on Gossamer. Ephermeral, Xemplary and Spookys already have permission
Everyone else let me know and you can link.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But that doesn't mean I won't have some fun with them
Summary: It's smut, do you really need a summary? Don't worry, it's good smut.
Author's Notes: This was not my story, but I hope I've done Kristen's vision justice.
It
had been a long day. It was one of those days where you got up well before your
alarm went off and then couldn’t fall back asleep. Those days when you get out
the front door five minutes late and remember ten things you forgot. A
day characterized by just being dead tired on your feet. Thank God the day was
about over and Scully was finally able to relax.
As the water sluiced around her, Scully found herself wanting nothing
more than to just do laps for the rest of her life. Maybe if she was no longer a
FBI agent, she could try out for the Olympic team…
Yeah right, and give up the solidarity found only in the FBI’s personal
gym? At least here she could be alone and not have to deal with anyone in
particular.
This was the first chance she had had in months to wear her new swimsuit.
It was love at first sight. A gorgeous black and turquoise one piece with a
Y-back making it look just like those an Olympic swimmer would wear. It
had set her back a few, but now that she had the chance to wear it, it was worth
every penny.
From where Scully swam, she could not tell that she was being watched.
Just someone who wanted to admire the woman as she graceful cut through the
water in determined laps. They had come to the gym together, but rather than
impose on her anymore than he did on a normal day, Mulder just left his partner
to her own workout.
As he walked down the stairs to the tile floor surrounding the pool, he
kept his eyes focused on the form his partner used as she pushed off the wall to
complete her lap. Was this what she had been doing for the past hour?
“Scully!” he shouted,
hoping to catch her attention.
As she neared the shelf at the edge of the pool, Scully slowed down her
strokes and came to a floating stop at the edge. Mulder crouched down to look at
her reddened face and goggle-covered eyes. “What is it, Mulder? You’re interrupting my workout.”
“Why do you push yourself so hard to stay in shape. Scully, you're in
the best shape I've ever seen . . . I mean, for a agent."
Mulder,
your Freudian slip is showing, she thought as he tried not to look her in the
eye after his comment. "As much as I
enjoy conversing with you after hours, Mulder, you interrupted my workout. Now
unless you happen to have a swimsuit under those shorts, this can wait."
And without thinking she took her water-soaked hand and flicked it in
Mulder’s general direction.
As she started her backstroke, Scully ventured a look back at Mulder. To
her surprise he was removing him T-shirt. What
the hell?! Once the shirt was off, so were the shorts. “Oh
my God“ She breathed out as she saw the tight, form-fitting speedo that
has been hiding underneath. A little piece of spandex that hid practically
nothing. From her distance she could definitely make out the outline of a very
male organ leaning to the left. And
the color! A deep burgundy that made Scully’s heart pitter-pat.
In what appeared to be slow motion, he dove into the water and towards
her. Scully realized as she watched
his form move underwater that her mouth had been hanging open observing the
erotically fluid motions of her partner. He swam to a spot beside her before
emerging from the water. "So, Scully, when did you learn to swim?"
Scully decided not to let Mulder interrupt her workout. However
as she swam her laps, Mulder was right beside her. “You
really want to know, Mulder? Well, when I was four, we would go swimming in the
ocean out in San Diego. I liked playing on the edge of the water, but Bill was
such an ass. He grabbed my ankle and flipped me over his shoulder. Thought I
should learn survival early. Well, I ended up being pulled out about ten feet
from the shore and I remember seeing Missy doing strokes. So I just put one arm
in front of another and taught myself how to swim."
“Did
he ever play shark with you?"
“Mulder,
please, I came here to relax. Not worry about being pulled under by you playing
shark with me." She
began to swim ahead slightly when she realized that Mulder was about to grab her
ankles. There was no way she would let this man have the upper hand and began to
kicking up water in her wake. Glancing back, Scully noticed the chlorinated pool
water clinging to his hair and eyelashes. He looked so funny she couldn’t help
but laugh. Apparently Mulder did not appreciate that, because he sent an
over-handed splash in her direction.
They both laughed as they noticed the few other agents poolside giving
them a funny look. Scully swam closer, her hand up in surrender as she watched
the spectators move on. Mulder
motioned for them to move toward the shelf at the edge of the pool. Scully
followed and sat herself onto the ledge. Mulder
stayed in the water opting to just rest his arms next to her knees. "So Mulder . . . Have you ever gone skinny dipping?"
"Is
that an offer?"
Scully
shook her head but the smile on her face let Mulder know she wasn’t offended.
"No,
Scully, I can't say I've ever been skinny dipping."
"You should try it sometime. The
water feels great against your naked skin. It seems to caress you better than .
. . a lover."
Something about the glint in Mulder’s eye hypnotized her and Scully felt
herself being pulled down to meet Mulder’s rising head halfway. She couldn’t
remember how it began, but suddenly they were kissing, moving their lips again
each other. She leaned in closer, rocking her body against his as he pressed his
lips harder against hers. Scully pulled away only to realize where they were. It
frightened her that she almost didn’t care. "I need to change."
Scully
moved quickly to get out of the pool before she could think about the
implications of their kiss. She
barely made it to the women's locker room. “What
have we done?” she asked herself. Taking a deep breath, Scully appeared
thankful she was finally in the security of the locker room before the tears
appeared. Amazingly, there were no other agents in the room to see the bright
red blush rapidly spreading down from Scully’s face to the rest of her body. It
was then she broke into an all out smile. “We
kissed.” She said out loud as
she began to push the shoulder straps down her arms.
“Was
it better than our New Years kiss?”
Scully
clutched the falling swimsuit to her breasts at sound of her partner’s voice.
She looked over her left shoulder and saw him standing no more than five feet
away from her sporting what could not be mistaken for anything other than an
impressive erection. "Mulder?!"
"I
couldn’t --"
Mulder moved closer and sat on the bench next to Scully.
"Mulder,
please.” She
whispered, “This is the women's locker
room. Someone could come in here -- "
Just
then Scully thought she could hear the voices of two women giggles and talking.
Gripping the swimsuit to her chest, she grabbed hold of Mulder's hand and yanked
him into the showers. All were open but Scully noticed the handicapped stall and
moved quickly.
“Scully?”
“There’s
more space in here and no one will see our feet.”
Scully leaned back against the tile, panting from the excitement.
Mulder
looks at her, his eyes darting down to the outline of hardened nipples behind
the wet swimsuit material. “That was
very astute of you to notice, Agent Scully.” He places his finger over her
lips as she began to say something. He pulled the finger away and placed it over his own lips to
tell her to be quiet as he pulls the swimsuit away with his other hand.
Scully’s
eyes closed as the searing heat of his gaze touched her breasts and followed her
curves as he peeled off her swimsuit. Looking
up at his eyes, she could see as the irises disappeared and all she could see
was the blackness in them. He wanted her. That was more than obvious by the look
of lust in those black pools.
Her ears perked up slightly as she heard the same two voices approach the
bank of shower stalls. She knew she could not see them, but in the pit of her
stomach she had the feeling they knew what she was doing.
Her eyes slipped shut as the tips of Mulder’s fingers played on her
jawline. She couldn’t turn from where she was, frozen by the fear of being
discovered. Leaning in closer, Mulder’s lips whispered along the shell of her
ear, nipping slightly.
Tensing up, Scully had to grab hold of Mulder’s biceps to keep from
moaning. “Am I that good?”.
His breath tickled her sensitive skin and she nodded. Her head bobbed
uncontrollably as she noticed their bathing suits had disappeared and the two
partners pressed against one another intimately. “Better.”
She hissed as her hand turned the shower knob as far as she could.
Jumping apart as the hot water sputtered out of the low flow showerhead,
Scully felt the cold tiles against her back. As she looked up she could see the
most beautiful eyes staring right back. Irises
as green as summer grass blending into murky brown rendered non-existent by
dilated pupils. She knew he was not dropping his gaze. “Scully,”
He stepped under the pelting droplets of water to touch her. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you right
now.”
She knew that wasn’t entirely true, but she thought bringing up a
man’s dead sister in the throes of passion was in bad taste. Placing her hand
over his heart, she could tell it was beating like a wild drum. His
head lowered and for the second time that day, Mulder had managed to take her
breath away with a kiss.
Somewhere between the gasps for air and the reconnection of lips, Scully
thought she heard Mulder say something resembling ‘I love you’. Her arms
wrapped themselves around his neck and she slowly slid her thigh around his.
Verbal consent consisted of a male grunt and a female moan amidst the
downpour of water. Scully grasped
the skin on Mulder’s back as he entered her body. She bit down on her lip as she realized just how long it had
been since she had last been with a man.
Mulder took hold of Scully’s butt in his large hands and lifted her
higher against the wall. She
wrapped her legs around his hips, slitting her eyes as he slipped farther inside
of her body. “Oh Scully,” She heard him gasp as his forehead touched hers.
“Mu. . . “ She couldn’t
say anything as he slipped out and thrust himself back in over and over. Her
words were not only silenced by the onslaught of water, but by an incredibly
intense orgasm. She couldn’t be
sure what set her off, why she was climaxing so soon or what; all she cared
about was encased in her quivering body was part of the man she loved. She knew
he was in it for the long haul and would be there not just for this ‘little
death’ but for many more in the future.
As Scully returned to her body, she knew she was not the only person with
cramping muscles and a warm feeling all over. She could feel as Mulder’s knees
buckled and the two of them slid down the wall, the still running hot water
burning their equally heated flesh. Her face had broken into a full smile as she
saw his relaxed face.
“Now THAT, Mulder, was a
workout."
END
How do they get out? Well, if I get some really REALLY good feedback, I may just write a sequel and tell you how.