Title: Water Torture Author: Krikkit Classification: SR (MSR), maybe a little A Rating: NC-17 Archive: Sure, but if you're not Gossamer, please drop me a line. ;) Disclaimer: Never have been mine, never will be. Not unless 1013 starts feeling generous... Feedback: Shamelessly begged for. Critical reviews welcomed too, as long as they're not the murderous, flaming kind. turbofox@geocities.com Summary: Companion piece to "Hydrotherapy". Eavesdropping isn't always such a good idea. Water Torture by Krikkit =========== A bath. Mulder's horrified gaze darted between the cell phone and the wall. "I'm going to relax... take a bath..." He knew for a fact that the bathtub was right up against the paper thin walls. He also knew there was no way in hell he would be able to drown out the sounds. He had tried, but nothing worked. Even a porn going at full volume couldn't drown out one soft whimper from the next room. He might as well get used to it and just go with it. He could handle it. She was probably still undressing, sliding her pants down her soft, shapely legs... God, he was hard already, and the water hadn't even started running. He tossed the cell absentmindedly onto the couch and let his coat fall to the floor. Ten steps took him to the bed, which he threw himself on with all the grace of a ten year old boy. Why do I dread this? He mused. Normally I would consider this free entertainment. Instead, I'm dreading it like a trip to the proctologist. He rolled over and snagged a lukewarm beer from the bedside fridge. The can popped open with a satisfying *crack*, then foamed half its contents down Mulder's body. He licked at the fizz and grimaced. So that was why it was so cheap. The muffled strains of a radio on a classical station filled the silence in his room, followed by the subdued roar of water rushing. She was starting. Mulder froze, eyes riveted on the opposite wall. He heard the roar deepen abruptly as she stepped in, heard her exclaim contentedly as she sank into the water. He could almost see her sliding under the foam, her eyes closed, face relaxing into an expression of bliss, the soft globes of her breasts with pink-tipped nipples barely hidden by the scented bubbles... He shook himself out of his trance, and forced himself to smile. If she could enjoy this, why couldn't he? He leisurely stripped out of his beer-soaked garments, leaving himself clad only in his silk boxers. As he stretched back out on the bed, he closed his eyes, imagining her hands were the silk stroking and sliding along his buttocks... ======== He watched her face take in his body, eyes lingering on his chest and drinking in the sight of his full staff. She murmured appreciatively, taking him in one of her soft, tiny hands, and giving him a gentle stroke. "Is there anything you want, Mulder? I'll do anything..." Her voice was a low, breathy moan deep in her throat. She shifted slightly, giving him a magnificent view of her full, perfect breasts. "Anything..." Mulder groaned deep in his throat. She smiled softly, instinctively knowing exactly what he wanted. He watched her full, red lips descend on him, taking his head deep into the heat of her mouth. Mulder gasped appreciatively, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. She pulled back slightly, her mouth creating a vacuum, pleasantly pulling on his sensitive tip. She lifted her head, and smiled at him again. "Is that what you want, Mulder?" She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and stroked him firmly. "Is this what you need?" He moaned happily, lifting his hips toward her head. She chuckled in the back of her throat, and bent to him, taking him deep into her hot, moist mouth, her tongue flicking against the underside of his cock. She began bobbing her head slowly, sucking each time her head came up. Her hand worked the base of his hardness in harmony, causing his groin to throb in time with her gestures. She began to whimper, and she reached down between her legs with her other hand, furiously working her clit. Mulder drank in the sight, watching her fingers dance around her wet folds, her fingers glistening with her essence. The world began to roar in his ears, white noise punctuated by her whimpers and his groans. Heat built up furiously in his groin, working its way forward, and finally exploded into her eager, waiting mouth. ======== Mulder lay back against the headboard, gasping for air. His penis was softening rapidly in his hand, cum slowly running down his torso. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his shirt, using it to mop up most of the mess, then tossed it onto a chair. He rose stiffly off the bed and made his way to the shower. As the water started to steam up his vision, he contemplated his situation. He couldn't continue like this forever, frantically hand-fucking himself in some anonymous hotel room, voyeuristically listening in on Scully's evening activities. Something was going to have to change. He'd have to tell her. But not now. Maybe tomorrow. The End Feedback makes the world a better place for you and me!