TITLE: Hydrotherapy AUTHOR: Krikkit CLASSIFICATION: SR (MSR) RATING: NC-17 ARCHIVE: Gossamer OK, anywhere else, please let me know. FEEDBACK: Oh god, yes! Turbofox@geocities.com COMMENTS: This is my first fic, so please be gentle. It took me over a year to work up the nerve to even write this.SUMMARY: What better way to unwind after a long, hard day? Hydrotherapy by Krikkit ..*..*..*..*.. "Mulder, no. Don't sound so surprised. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do have other plans. No, not a... no, you don't need to do a background ch... Mulder... MULDER! I am going to relax, take a bath, and try to forget you even dragged me out to this hellish town on this godforsaken case!" Dana Scully snapped her cell phone shut, glaring murderously at the hapless piece of plastic. She felt tired, dirty, and in desperate need of a change of mood. Damn Mulder. He could have handled this case without her. The dead grandmother who had obviously passed on peacefully in her sleep could wait until tomorrow. Soul thieves, indeed. She sat heavily on the mattress, toeing off her shoes and shucking off most of her clothing. A bath was definitely called for. At least tonight's motel had hot water. She stood with a groan, almost ripping her panties off in an ungraceful effort to remove them. Her bra followed with a similar abusive effort. Ah, but she was going to make him suffer for this. The motel offered a rather classy looking bathroom, complete with a porcelain claw-foot tub. She set a now-warm bottle of champagne on the floor, and ran the water almost hot enough to scald. A couple capfuls of bubble bath followed, and the radio snapped on, serenading her with a soothing strain of Beethoven. God bless the ever-present National Public Radio, she thought as she gingerly lowered herself into the foam. She tilted her head back, sipping champagne and letting the soft lavender scent of the water ease her mind and muscles. One of her hands drifted down her torso, idly tickling her stomach with eddies of water. She hummed softly to herself in pleasure and smiled. Her hand drifted lower, stroking her like a familiar lover. Scully dreamily smiled, and let her imagination take over. ..*..*..*.. Mulder's hand reverently drifted over her breasts, his hazel eyes half-closed and clouded with passion. His other hand came up her thigh from under the water, gently brushing against her and sending currents of water rippling up her body. "Do you like that, Scully?" he purred. Her throat groaned a reply as she arched her back towards him, eager to experience more of him. He laughed deep in his throat, and bent to capture a rosy nipple in the heat of his mouth. His other hand flexed, the fingers finally penetrating her folds. She felt the hot water flow in and caress her, washing away her own essence and replacing it with it's own scent. Mulder's mouth... god, his mouth... was busily working itself across her chest, capturing her other nipple and giving it a sharp suck. Scully shuddered in response, a low cry vibrating in the back of her throat as she thrust her hips upwards, seeking his fingers. She gasped as she felt one of his fingers slide into her, his thumb working his way up and rotating sweetly around her clit. Her breaths were coming in gasps, occasionally punctuated by a soft moan. His finger was slowly stroking her within, but it wasn't enough... not enough... She felt another one of his fingers slide in, and cried her relief and ecstasy out loud. Mulder worked his fingers even faster, almost painfully brushing against her and in her, and the water was almost as active, gliding along her body in waves, thrilling her nerves and massaging her like another lover. Her body arched itself in and out of the water, further exciting her already painfully aroused nipples and tickling her breasts when it ran in rivulets down her sides. The music in her ears reached a crescendo, loud and frantic, as she finally exploded in a flash of hot, white light. ..*..*..*.. Scully gradually became aware of her surroundings, the water still slapping against her. Her fingers brushed against her still painfully sensitive clit, eliciting a gasp as she jerked her hand away. She felt good. She sipped her champagne, muscles fully relaxed, her mind still soaking in lassitude. Her tension had faded, leaving her body in a state of mild euphoria. She just might be able to handle tomorrow. THE END ..*..*..*.. Feedback is more than appreciated. It's looked forward to like a seven course feast.