Title: Steam
Author: Xenoprobe
Classification: MSR, UST, Mulder POV
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none really
Summary: Mulder can't resist indulging his
fantasies while Scully takes a steamy shower.
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their characters. Not mine, never were.
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Steam
By Xenoprobe
I was standing at the threshold. I had
already unlocked and opened the connecting
doors between our rooms and found I couldn't
budge from my spot at the entrance to her
room. I could just make out her silhouette
in the steam-covered mirror in her bathroom;
she'd left the door open for her shower. I
lifted a foot from the carpeting to return
to my darkened room but when I connected to
the floor again, I was one step further
inside her space. Dammit.
I could feel the moisture of the shower
seeping into her room and could hear her
pull the shower curtain back and then
closed as she stepped into the spray.
I am a weak man; I know this- I've always
known this. I found myself sitting on
the end of her bed, listening to her hum
quietly in the safety of her warm shower.
Scully. Her voice was small and oddly
melodic in a lullaby kind of way. I sat
there imagining her pregnant and naked,
sitting in the pillowed comfort of our
bed, singing sweetly to her belly. Of
course, that will never be. God- there's
so much I want for her, want to give her,
share with her and I can't even tell her
the one simple truth that fills me with
need and fear. I love her.
I sigh and her voice changes slightly,
singing a few words here and there to a
song I can't quite make out. Sweet, she
is everything. I lay back against her
sheets and let my mind drift to her, in
the shower. I can see her hands, soapy,
scrubbing over her shoulders and tummy,
cupping her breasts. I wish I was washing
her, washing her with my hands and mouth,
cleansing kisses all over her body.
I smooth my palms against her cheeks and
stare into her, showing her in our silent
communicative way that her beauty floors me.
I pull her close to me and press my lips
to her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and finally
her mouth. I linger a kiss to her lips,
teasing us both with feather-light pecks
until the hunger explodes in tangled tongues.
I let the shower spray over us and slip my
hands down over the soft skin of her back,
dipping into the hollow at her ass. Her
body is slippery and I grab her to me
desperately, reveling in the sensation of
her breasts and hardened nipples pressed
against my bare skin. I trace my hands
all over her, leaning in to take a perfect
coral nipple into my mouth.
That's when I hear the most unbelievable
thing. It's Scully, in the shower, moaning
my name. Sweet Jesus this can't be possible.
Here I am, lying on her bed with my hand
clutched around my cock while she's doing
something similar just mere steps away. I
hear her again only this time it's a low
and long sound like 'mmmmmmMulderrrr'.
She's purring and my cock is so swollen
I think I might die.
I begin stroking again, feeling unnaturally
aroused by the idea that I'm masturbating
on Scully's bed. My fist slams down again
and again, my grip is loose causing friction
but not enough tension to bring me off just
yet. I want to hear this. I start imagining
again, listening to her soft voice drift
around me in the steam, I think of her:
Scully at the office, leaning back in my
chair with her blouse open and a navy lace
bra exposed. I tower over her and bend
down to suck those perfect lips into my
mouth in a feverish kiss. I drop kisses
down her chest, teasing her nipples through
the fabric with my rough hands. I dart my
tongue in and out of her navel as I make my
way down. Her legs are parted and her prim
and proper skirt is hiked up and I can smell
her.
"Oh God..." I can smell the anticipation,
can see her thigh high stay-ups and milky
white flesh... and, "Oh Scully" the patch
of auburn curls at her apex. I want to
taste her. I want to make her come. I
want to show her that I love her and have
for a fucking long time.
I can't help the grunting noises I'm making,
I wonder if she can hear me like I can hear
her, hungry, exposed. I've tightened my grip
and I am overloaded with sensation. My damned
photographic memory has conjured up all the
tiny hopeful moments Scully and I have ever
exchanged. Each touch she has ever honoured
me with, I can feel on my skin now as if we'd
been lovers for years and years. I think of
her hair, of her smile, of her beautiful eyes.
I think of her mouth kissing me, suckling at
my nipples, licking over my chest and lowering
over my twitching cock and taking me into a
velvet heaven.
"Oh Christ... Scuhlleee..."
Her lips devour me, her tongue swirls around
the tip (not my hand, Scully's mouth... not
me, not me...) Her cheeks hollow as she sucks
at me and I can see it so clearly in my mind,
she is so beautiful. I am so close to the edge.
I hear a sound, a sharp breathy sound above
the flow of the shower. Scully is gasping,
I hear my name at least twice and I'm pretty
sure she's come. I cannot move, I am rooted
to her bed, rooted to the intimacy of being
so close to her in this auto-erotic act.
I squint my eyes closed again, conjuring up
another image of the woman I love. She's
in this bed where I'm lying now. She's
alone and thinking of me just one room away.
I am watching her secretly as she touches
herself. The picture is clear and I see
her hands travelling over her body in
luxurious slow motion, squeezing her breasts
and tugging at her nipples. I stroke and
stroke; my cock is so full I'm afraid I'll
redecorate the room if I come here. I think
of Scully spreading her legs wide, she is
naked and aroused, oh so wet. She dips her
fingers into the pool of liquid at her core
and spreads it around and over her clit.
She sighs. She says that name again, my
name. God how I want to do that for her.
I envision her quickening her strokes, as
I do now, she's slamming the heel of her
palm against her hard little clit, I am
bubbling with my need for release. I
concentrate on her mouth, not her hand
or fingers. It's her mouth that I want
right now. More than anything I want
to kiss her. You. I want to kiss you
with all the force I feel in my pending
orgasm. I want to taste your tongue and
teeth and saliva. I want to bruise your
lips with mine. Mine. Scully. Mine.
"Oh God! Scuhllee" I want, I want... I pant
out my orgasm not really noticing that I've
come all over my tee shirt and hand- just
plain all over. I exhale, still sensing
the steam in the air, heavy and perfumed
with the combination of Scully's freshly
scrubbed scent and sex, I smell of sex.
I sit up in a blur when I realize that I
have no idea how long the shower's been
off. I hear the snap of a towel and can
see her silhouette again. What would she
do if I rushed in there and slammed her
against the sink with a passionate kiss,
smearing myself against her clean naked
skin?
The bathroom door swings open wide and I
leap to my feet and dash for the connecting
doors. I glance back once and it doesn't
appear that she's seen me. I rush for my
own bathroom, slamming the door shut too
loudly. I hear her voice calling into
my room.
"Mulder? Is everything alright?"
"Fine Scully, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Is there anything I can do
for you?" I realize that I must be losing my
mind once and for all 'cause I'd swear I could
hear innuendo dripping from her voice.
"No Scully, really. I'm just gonna take
a shower."
Silence. She doesn't say another word; I
must be imagining things in my post-masturbatory
stupor. I shower under an icy spray and try
to cleans my mind of sexual thoughts about
my partner. But when I open the bathroom
door and look up I see that Scully is tucked
under my sheets with her back to me.
I pad around to the other side of the bed
and peek at her. She opens her eyes sleepily
and smiles a winning smile.
"Scully?"
"I didn't think you'd mind sharing a bed since
mine's a little messy." She winked at me. My
God she knows. She lifts up the sheets and
pats the mattress. "You're gorgeous when your
confused Mulder, now come to bed." I comply.
"What are we doing here Scully?" I can't wrap
my brain around the very real sensation of her
body as she presses up against me. I'm short-
circuiting.
"We're doing this together. We need this
Mulder. Until tonight I wasn't sure how you
felt about me but when I stepped out of the
shower and saw you... on my bed, I knew, finally.
I don't want to go on hiding from you anymore."
"Scully..."
"I don't want to hide anything from you Mulder."
She reaches up and strokes my jaw and in a
flash she's kissing me. For a moment I think
I must be dreaming but the feeling of her
tongue in my mouth shocks me into motion.
We kiss and kiss and stop for quick glances
at each other. She's as hungry as I am.
"God Scully, I love you. I just- I love
you, so much." I breathe the words at her
and notice my face is wet. I'm crying but
she quickly gathers my tears with tiny
kisses and whispers back.
"Me too Mulder."
***
"Total surrender
Your touch is so tender
Your skin is like water on a burning beach,
And it brings me relief."
Nails at Your Feet-Crowded House
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