Title: Wishing I Could See You 1 of 1
Author: mimic117
Feedback: mimic117@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 for adult sexual situations. If I had another outlet
for my midlife crisis, I'd use it.
Category: SR
Archive: Please do. I'll send it to Gossamer and Ephemeral
myself, though. Let me know where and I'll come visit.
Spoilers: none for the show, but this is the third installment in a
series of smut stories that began with "Wishing I Could
Touch You" and continued in "Wishing You Had Stayed".
You might want to read the second one in order to catch
the subtle nuances of this one. Plus you also need to
accept that M&S are lovers. If this isn't your cup of tea,
why are you still here?
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance
Summary: It's payback time for Mulder, and a little aural sex
ensues between our consenting agents.
Disclaimer: Fox & Dana I don't own
Doo-da doo-da
Can't sue blood out of a stone
Oh doo-da-day.
Chris still runs the show,
( 1013, you know).
I just like to let them play.
Please don't sue my butt.
Author's notes and assorted nincompoopery at the end
Wishing I Could See You
by mimic117
Sunday morning
7:00 AM
*RING*
"Scully..."
"What are you wearing?"
Fox Mulder's morning voice flowed gravely and seductive into the phone. He
could almost see the smile on Dana Scully's face even before she spoke.
"Mulder, what are you doing?"
"I just woke up and wanted to say 'good morning' to the woman I love. So,
Scully," he rasped, "what are you wearing, what are you doing, and where are
you doing it?"
The sound of rustling fabric tickled his ear, his mind supplying the image
of her settling back and tucking her feet up.
"Well, to answer your questions in order; my green silk pajamas, typing the
autopsy report from our last case on my laptop, on the couch."
Mulder grinned on an agonized moan.
"Ohhh, Scully. I love it when you talk dirty to me."
She chuckled into the phone, causing a shiver down his spine.
"Yeah, I've noticed that about you. Must come from watching all those
videos that aren't yours. So, Mulder," Scully purred, "what are *you*
wearing?"
Fox Mulder smirked at his reflection in the mirrored bed canopy.
Stretching, he tucked an arm under his head, settling in for the long haul.
He wondered what Scully would have to say about the erection that lifted the
sheet at the first sound of her voice. Her vocal tones could make him go
from zero to steel in three seconds flat, especially now that they'd become
lovers. Since discovering the heaven on earth that was making love to Dana
Scully, Mulder thanked whatever deities were in charge of such things for
the blessing of an eidetic memory.
"Well, Scully," he murmured, "let's just say that if we ever investigate an
x-file at a nudist colony, I'm dressed for the occasion."
Now Scully was moaning in Mulder's ear.
"Mmmm! You're wearing my favorite suit."
Mulder shuddered at the naked lust in her voice. Knowing that Scully found
him attractive, even desirable, never ceased to delight him. Balancing the
phone on his left shoulder, he ran a hand down his stomach, and under the
sheet. He had a small debt to repay this morning, but he intended to enjoy
as well as give enjoyment.
"So, Agent Scully, how was your pathology convention?" he asked, yawning.
He could hear her scooting around on the couch, stretching out and getting
comfortable.
"I'm glad I went, Mulder. I managed to catch a couple good lectures on
Saturday morning, and it was nice to see Dr. Clooney again. She's still
trying to talk me into returning to medicine, by the way. I told her I
already have all the stress I can handle, thanks all the same."
Mulder felt his heart tighten at the unintended truth in her words. Tears
came to his eyes at the thought of all the dangers they'd faced, together
and separately, during the years they'd been partners. So much of what
Scully had been through could have been avoided if only she'd stuck to
medicine and never been welded at the hip to 'Spooky' Mulder. He tried to
swallow his guilt and sorrow, but Scully heard him, reading his mind with
complete accuracy.
"Mulder, you know good and well that's not what I meant," she scolded. "We
both know I wouldn't last six months in a normal practice. I would die of
boredom, if high blood pressure didn't kill me first." Scully chuckled into
Mulder's ear, and he wiped the tear tracks from his face with a grin,
sniffing. "Can you imagine me spending all my time treating people for
obesity or heart palpitations? Or having my ears deafened by little kids
who don't want their shot? No, Mulder, being chased by mutants and psychos
may not be everyone's idea of fun, but at least it's never dull. I wouldn't
trade it for the richest family practice in DC."
Humbled by the sincerity in her words, Mulder gave a heart-felt sigh,
closing his eyes.
"Thank you for coming home early, Scully," he whispered. "Have I told you
today how much I love you?"
"Hmm," she mused, "I seem to remember hearing something of the sort late
last night, but I don't recall those words being spoken at any time this
morning."
"Play your cards right, G-woman, and you'll hear me screaming it before the
day is over," Mulder growled in her ear.
Scully's gurgling laugh prickled his scalp.
"Oooh, I hope so. So what's on the agenda for today, Agent Mulder?"
"I really didn't have any plans beyond talking to you on the phone for a
while, my dear Scully," Mulder retorted. "I wasn't expecting you home yet.
Did you have something specific in mind for today?"
"Well," she groaned, "I had been sort of planning to suck your dick until
you couldn't stand it anymore, and then fuck you half to death. Nothing
really special."
Mulder gasped in mock disgust.
"Dana Katherine Scully, are you gonna kiss me with that mouth?"
There was a smug smile in her voice as she growled, "Every chance I get and
every place I can."
"God," Mulder whimpered, "is that a promise?"
"Oh yeah," she rasped. "And you know I always keep my promises. But I
can't do anything to you if you're not even here."
"There's nothing I'd like more than to see you right now, Scully." Mulder
laid back deeper into the pillows. "I can picture you lying on the couch,
your legs stretched out, your ankles crossed. Your green pajamas shimmer in
the light from the lamp. You put your laptop on the coffee table, but you
haven't turned it off yet. I'll bet you've still got your glasses on, too.
Right?"
Scully snorted. "You know, we've been hanging around together *way* too
long, Mulder."
He heard her glasses land on the coffee table with a metallic clink.
"What am I doing now?"
Mulder closed his eyes, seeing her in his mind. "You're running your right
hand up and down the side of your jaw, because that's what you always do
when you're embarrassed about something."
The whoop that hit his ear made Mulder jump, and he smiled at his mirrored
twin overhead.
"Now you're running your hand down your throat, into the valley between your
breasts, right into that little shadowy area where they almost meet," Mulder
rumbled.
"No I'm not, Mulder," Scully contradicted.
Mulder lowered his voice to a murmur. "Yes, you are, Scully."
The silence stretched out for several seconds, and Mulder could feel the
moment she caught on to what he was saying.
"Yeah, Mulder, you're right," Scully agreed. "That's just what I'm doing."
Mulder hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the air left his
lungs in a soft whoosh, his muscles relaxing back into the mattress. All
except the muscle he was lazily stroking between his legs, which became
impossibly harder. It seemed that his repayment plan might work, after all.
"Keep running your fingers up and down your cleavage, and tell me how it
feels," he coaxed.
Scully sighed, "It feels soft, and warm, and a bit tickly. The same way it
felt when your hands undressed me last night."
Mulder's breathing sped up, and he made a conscious effort not to rush
things. He wanted to make it special for her; this incredible woman who
owned his heart and soul. 'Slowly, slowly,' he admonished. 'Let's make
this one to remember.'
"Undo the first button on your pajamas, Scully," he whispered. "Run your
knuckles across the top of your breasts, but gently."
He could hear her breathing harder, making little puffing noises against his
ear.
"Now undo the other two buttons, and pull the edges of the top back a bit.
Open it just until the inner edges of your nipples peek out on both sides."
The sound of fabric whispering against itself was enough to make Mulder
release his throbbing shaft to avoid coming right then and there. He wasn't
sure how erotic Scully was finding this, but it was a helluva turn on for
him!
"Oh, Mulder," she moaned, "I'll bet I look like one of those pin-up girls
from World War II. My top is open all the way down, and my nipples are
getting hard from the cool breeze on my skin."
"No pin-up from any time in history could look as enticing as you must right
now, Scully," Mulder sighed from his heart. "Cup the underside of your
breast in your hand; feel the round weight of it; how full and sensual it
is."
The momentary hitch in her exhalations was enough to inform him that she was
doing as he asked. The image created in his mind caused his eyes to slam
shut as his fingers wrapped around his engorged cock, slowly pulling.
"Your breasts are so exquisite, Scully," Mulder murmured, "so much rounder
and fuller than I ever expected. Your clothes are such perfect camouflage
for how very feminine you are. Watching you remove your bra that first time
was like opening a box of chocolates; expecting to find Hershey's and
getting Godiva instead."
Little whimpering cries were crawling out of the phone and racing down
Mulder's arms, causing the hand in his lap to speed up. Finding a drop of
pre-cum on the end of his shaft, he rubbed it into the sensitive crease
under the head, sending out an answering whimper.
"God, Mulder," Scully confessed, "I love when you touch my breasts. I wish
you were here to touch them right now."
"I wish I was there to lick the crease under them, Scully," he replied.
"Even after you've just showered, it still tastes salty, and warm. It
smells like you, and like comfort. I'd lick the crease under both your
breasts. Then I'd lick straight up to your nipple and grab it with my lips."
"OH, yeah, Mulder yes, please..." she mewled.
The sound of her pajamas rustling on the couch made his fingers tighten, his
hips undulating under the sheet. Mulder gasped at the increase of
sensation.
"I'd tug on your nipples just with my lips, gently but firmly, until they
stood up in rosy peaks. Then I'd rub the palms of my hands over both of them
at once," Mulder growled. "Are you running your hand over your nipples now,
Scully?"
"Yesss," she hissed, "my pajama top is open and I'm rubbing my palm back and
forth over my breasts."
Mulder's hips jerked straight off the bed. He kicked at the sheet until it
collected around his feet and slid to the floor. His overhead reflection
now held the vision of a man hanging onto the ragged edge of orgasm,
beautiful in his torment.
"I wish I could see you right now," Mulder panted. "Jesus, I'd give almost
anything to see you like this."
"Please, Mulder," Scully sobbed, "please, come to me. I want you so
much..."
Making a conscious effort to still the manic jerking of his hand, Mulder
took several deep breaths, willing his body not to betray him. It was
obvious that this little game would have to end soon, but this was for
Scully's pleasure more than for his own. It was time to give her what she
needed. Then spend the rest of the day recapturing the afterglow.
Mulder reached out with his voice, caressing her with his love. "I want
you, too, Scully, so badly. But not just yet, my wonderful love; soon I
promise. First, I want you to stroke your hand down your pretty stomach.
Reach under your waistband, and run your fingers through the tight curls."
He wasn't sure if the resulting gasp came from Scully, or him.
"God, Mulder, I'm so wet...my thighs are all sticky with wanting you..."
The keening cry in her voice coupled with her words were enough to make
Mulder grit his teeth as he squeezed the base of his cock, hard. Coming now
would ruin everything. He was determined to make this good for her.
Panting with desire, Mulder said, "Rub your thumb on your clit, Scully;
reach the rest of your hand down between your legs. Are you doing that?"
All he got was a keening "hmmm" in reply.
"Now push two fingers inside, as far as they'll go. Do you feel that,
Scully?" Mulder's breath was shallow; a sure sign that he was very close to
a major explosion.
"Yeah, Mulder," Scully whimpered. "I feel it... God, it's so good..."
"That's me, Scully," Mulder moaned. "I'm inside you, so deep, so very
deep... ohhh, you feel so good, Scully... so tight, so wet, so hot..."
Mulder's hand pumped wildly on his cock and he let go of the phone with his
other hand to reach down and squeeze his balls. He could feel his orgasm
coiling at the base of his spine as he listened to Scully's gasping sobs and
cries of delight. He knew it wouldn't be much longer for either of them.
"Scullee... you're gonna make me come... shit, I'm gonna come so hard..."
"I'm coming, Mulder... oh damn, I'm... I'm com..."
"... love you, I love you, Scully..."
"... Mulder, love you... so much..."
"AAAHHH!"
"MULDERRR!"
It was several minutes before Mulder was aware of anything except the
pounding of the blood through his veins. His eyes were still clamped shut.
He could hear Scully's ragged breath soughing through the phone where it lay
near his shoulder. Wearily, he forced his eyelids up, surveying his sated
twin in the mirrored canopy. The sticky white patches he could see on his
chest and abdomen made him grimace. The worst thing about going it alone
was always the clean-up. Picking up the phone again, he exhaled a great
sigh of contentment, clearing his throat.
"Thank you for the tapes, Scully," he breathed. "I never got to hear all of
them, but I wanted to repay you in some small way for all the time and love
you put into them."
Scully let loose a groggy chuckle, tickling his ear. "If I'd known what
kind of ideas they'd give you, I would have recorded them years ago."
"Wanna go out for breakfast, my treat?" he asked.
He heard her clothing slipping against the couch as she shifted again, and
he grinned at the exhaustion in her voice.
"Sure, Mulder, where do you want to go?"
"We'll decide that once I see you, okay? Just stay right where you are, and
I'll get cleaned up so I can come and get you."
"Okay," Scully muttered, "I'll be right here."
His phone went dead.
Sitting up stiffly, Mulder replaced the phone receiver in the cradle and
gingerly climbed out of bed. Grabbing his boxers off the dresser on his
way, Mulder shuffled into his bathroom and cleaned up the evidence of his
morning's activities with a warm washcloth. Staggered into his boxers, he
headed out to the living room.
Coming around the corner, he couldn't help smiling at his partner and lover,
lying half-undressed on his couch, her cell phone still pressed to her ear.
Gently taking the phone from her hand, Mulder set it down next to her laptop
and bent over, kissing between her breasts.
Scully gave a tiny start, looking up at him with a sleepy smile.
"Good morning, gorgeous," she sighed.
"Yes, it is, beautiful. What would you be interested in for breakfast?"
THE END
(hanging under a bridge)
"Mulder!" Scully gasps.
"Don't look down."
"Too late."
"Under no circumstances describe to me what you saw."
from 'Annelid' by CindyET
Author's notes: Okay, this is where everyone leaves so they don't have to
read this drivel. Bye-bye! I want to say thanks to every single person who
wrote and said how much they enjoyed this series. (You all know who you
are, you smut mongers, you!) They beat me and tortured me and hollered at
me until I got this done. Boy, that was fun! There will be more in this
series, (at least two) but I'm not sure when they'll be done because I've
started my first casefile and Cindy says I have to finish that NOW.
~nudgenudge~ As before, these stories are dedicated to Char Chaffin and
Teresa Bishop, the wonderful queens of the 'lurid' casefile. How's your
jester doing ladies?
FEEDBACK: Damn straight! You wouldn't believe how it motivates me, so the
more I get, the faster I'll write. Hopefully, that will motivate you, as
well! Cyber chocolates to everyone who writes, and we ain't talkin'
Hershey's here.
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