by Char Chaffin and Avalon
Email: char@chaffin.com and avalon@fuse.net
Website addresses: http://char.chaffin.com & http://home.fuse.net/ktvanden/index.html
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR!
Disclaimer: Somehow, we don't anticipate this ever happening on the
show, ever... so CC gets the originals and we claim the Clones!
NOTE: Part One, by Char; Part Two, compliments of Avalon!
Author's Notes: At the end of it all!
Summary: The title says it all, we believe...
"Cheekies, Wet With Rain"
Part One by Char Chaffin
~~ MulderThoughts... ~~
A finger prodding him. Somebody was in his bed, prodding him.
"Mulder..." Soft the voice in his ear; he groaned. Sleepy, so
sleepy-
"Mrphhhhmp." Yawn, face first into the pillow and resume snoring.
It could wait until morning, whatever it was.
"Mulder. Wake up." Another prod. A little harder, and in a more
vulnerable place. Owww, dammit...
"MmmScul, tryin' t'sleep." A flip onto his back, dislodging the
prodding thing. Felt like a small finger. More snoring.
More prodding... this time in a very vulnerable place.
"OWWW, Scully! Jeez, whazzup?" He could barely form syllables. He
couldn't remember the last time he'd been this tired... Forcing open
one bleary eye, he glared in proper Cycloptic irritation at his bed-
rumpled, naked partner.
Naked... hmmm. Mulder reached out a curious digit and traced one
cute little nipple. Sleepy, but not dead - at least not from the
waist and beyond. Down, boy... A hard sigh dislodged the outlining
he was practicing. Scully grasped his wrist and held it away from
her, regarding him with a serious face.
"Mulder, it's raining outside." Soft and determined the words; he
gawked at her, now more fully awake. Raining. Outside. In the
middle of the goddamn dead of night. His mental expletive matched
his grouchiness at being awoken for the express purpose of being
informed of this.
"You woke me up at ungodly-AM just to give me a weather report?
Remind me to beat you later, after I'm well-rested." Snort in his
ear. Usually, something like that would turn him on... when he was
awake, and well-rested. Her lips tickled his outer ear and his
sleepy body shivered.
"Beat me? You and what army? All I have to do is this -" she let
her tongue trace along his lobe; more shivers - "and you're jelly,
Mulder - 'cause jam don't shake like that." Snicker at her own silly
joke, and another kiss-lick. Ohh... Scully in lick-mode. Hard to
resist, even if he was desirous of remaining sleepy, and grumpy. He
stifled a groan, and turned his head just enough to glare at her in
the dim very-early-morning light. She grinned into his glare, nose
to nose on his pillow. He grumbled with ill-concealed impatience.
"Okay, you brat. I'm semi-awake, and thanks to that tongue of
yours, semi-hard. Now, whatcha gonna do about it?" She chuckled
under her breath; passed a sneaky hand over his tented boxers. This
time the groan made it out of his throat, accompanied by yet another
shiver. Her grin got wider.
"What am I gonna do about it? Why, nothing at all, Mulder. I am
just informing you that I won our bet. Pay up."
He stared at her in total confusion. Bet? What the hell...
"... are you talking about, Scully? What bet?" She shook her head,
and sat up in bed next to him, leaving her hand cozied up over his
boxer tent.
"I knew you'd forget. Six hours ago, Mulder? You, in the living
room, cursing up a storm because the air conditioner was on the fritz
and the apartment smelled like 'wet human', as you so succinctly
worded it? I said it would storm before morning and break the rotten
humidity - and you told me I was full of it? We placed a bet...
ringing a bell, Partner? You said if it rained by morning you'd
dance out in the downpour, naked. Well, guess what, Nature Boy?
It's raining. Pay up."
Oh, shit... he was beginning to remember. A lot of humidity,
horrible and wet and nasty - a sputtering air conditioner. A lot of
beer... and his inane need to be a smart-ass, and place a bet with a
woman who never let a wager be forgotten... Mulder sat up and peered
through the gloom, toward the window, which had been conveniently
opened wide; blinds up and showcasing one hell of a downpour. He
swung his resigned gaze to Scully, sitting beside him, naked and
smug.
Well, a lot smug, let's face it. Naked was always a good
thing when it was his gorgeous lover... but smug was an attitude just
begging to be taken down a peg or three. A big grin broke over his
face.
Okay - if he was going down on a bet, he wouldn't be traveling
alone... he jumped out of bed, shimmied out of his sweaty boxers, and
grabbed hold of her hands, yanking her out right behind him. Heading
toward the door... Too late she realized his intent; tried to dig in
her heels.
"Mulder, NO! Not me! I wasn't part of the wager, dammit!"
Outside the rain fell hard, but the air was so hot the pouring
wetness felt wonderful. Not much of a breeze, just pure straight
shower, down on their soaked heads. Standing in the back courtyard,
hidden from the street, dead quiet all around them. Very few cars
passing by, but in the still-deep dark nobody could have seen them,
anyway. Mulder had stopped long enough to grab their robes and a
couple of towels, and then had dragged his woman down to the back of
the complex, with her chewing him out under her breath, every step of
the way. He'd pushed both of them out of the door, into the
courtyard behind a shadowy clump of trees, and had tugged off their
robes. Scully glared at him, crossing her arms over herself and eyes
darting all around for possible voyeurs. She couldn't help it, he
knew this; out in the open like this she was damned shy. God, who
wouldn't be? Dumb question... he sure wasn't, for he just laughed at
her worry.
"Scully, nobody in their right minds are anywhere near a window at
this hour, and if they are then so be it. You won the bet. I pay up
when I lose - so this dance is for you, baby." And he stepped away
from her, far enough to afford her a full and unobstructed view of
DiscoMulder... bumping and grinding to imaginary BeeGees' tunes.
Softly he sang as his naked ass bopped and swayed:
"Ah-ah-ah-ah- Stayin'alive, stayin' alive... Ah-ah-ah-ah..."
Scully collapsed back against a maple tree, and howled...
Five minutes later Mulder had her pinned against that same tree;
naked, very wet and very aroused... Holding her under her equally wet
ass, lips swallowing her delighted laughter, hands keeping the rough
bark from scratching her tender skin, as he raised her just enough to
slip beneath her and bring her down carefully onto his wet and
swollen flesh. Jesus... rainwater made great lubricant, he decided.
She grabbed onto his slick shoulders and pressed her mouth and tongue
into his, silencing the moan scrabbling its way out of his throat,
letting him guide her body and move it against him in whatever dance
he fancied. Rain bopping... damn. He hadn't done anything this
wild, in years. Come to think of it, he'd never done anything this
wild. Leave it to Scully to challenge him; inspire him in such a way
as to make them both winners.
The feel of her as he pushed himself so deep within her tight little
body, out in the open where anyone with a case of insomnia could view
them should they peek out their windows... so goddamn good. He
adored the way she felt when she clenched all around him like a
wet velvet glove; loved the way she gasped into whatever part of
his skin she could reach, and bury her mouth against. Loved the
way she trembled and the way she sounded in the throes of her
desire; loved the way the sex of her smelled... loved the way she
fucked him. The hot moans she spilled into his ear as he dug a place
for himself inside her; he loved it all.
Loved her... so much his body seemed to be comprised of one hard,
solid ache - for her. Scully...
Now she was shuddering against him, hard; he could feel her coiling
up, out of control; she hung onto him with arms and legs slippery and
chilled from the rainwater. The tremors shaking her pulled at him and
he groaned again, into her open mouth, then kissed her answering gasp,
his body pushing her even higher against the gnarled maple tree.
Cool wet skin and hot, hard cock melded together - if they survived
the contrast it would be a miracle. Mulder released her mouth and
shook the soaked hair out of his eyes; his stare was fiercely intent
as he locked his gaze with hers. Concentrating on the loving;
the feel of such intensity. He knew it drove her nuts when he did
that, the staring at her when he was deep inside her heat.
Mulder lived to make her fall to pieces in his arms... lived to
revel in the powerful responses she gave to him.
Longer... deeper... Christ, so deep... Scully gasped out a
reactionary moan and pressed her fingers into his shoulders as his
thrusts hit her harder. Focused as always, on the urgency of their
bodies, so in tune it was almost too much for both of them.
Their connection could make them forget everything... even the fact
that they were out in public, fucking like mad in a
courtyard behind their apartment complex with nosy neighbors,
awakening dogs and increasing street traffic.
At the moment he could give a rip... for Scully pulled his head down
within reach of her mouth, and all but sucked his lips into hers.
Not so much kissing him as eating him alive.... what a way to go; to
be eaten until there was nothing left but a satisfied smile on his
face.
Oh, yeah...
The deluge poured over them and the sounds of the very early morning
were muted all around, as they moved to silent music under an old
maple tree. Face to face, buried solid and deep and oh-so-good... a
hard male body pounding his lover into the rough bark of the tree.
She'd have a scraped ass this evening - and if Mulder was a very,
very good boy maybe she'd let him kiss her all better.
Scully broke off the kiss and they both stared down at their fused
bodies, watching the way his cock slid in and out of her, fascinated
by the way his hard flesh looked as it moved against her. So
beautiful... why hadn't he ever noticed before, just how beautiful
the act itself could be? Probably because this was the first time
they'd ever done it standing up, and able to really see what was
going on down there.
For one brief second the thought of being surrounded by mirrors
danced across his sex-fuddled brain and the image about buckled his
knees... Thank God Scully was half his size; it was so easy to hold
her up and into his body, even when she seriously sapped his
strength. She whispered to him raggedly.
"God, Mulder... you sure know how to pay up..." He raised his head
and smiled at her, then nuzzled against her cheek lovingly as his
thrusts became more intense; he groaned a reply into her temple,
pulling her wet body even more tightly against him, up and away from
the harsh surface of the tree.
"Better believe it, baby..."
End of part 1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part Two By Avalon
~~ ScullyThoughts... ~~
Fast and furious, it came. Or rather, she came. Her orgasm came... Was
that right? Scully tried to wrap her mind around the proper way to
construct that sentence, but her brain was too caught up in the
tornado of her sensations.
Ah, fuck, who cared? This climax was mind-bending, and she didn't want
to concentrate on anything except the feel of her partner, her lover,
moving inside her. She threw her head back, her drenched hair catching
on the rough bark of the tree Mulder had pinned her against, and rode
the uncoiling spring he had wound inside her.
She ran her hands down Mulder's back, grasping his ass, relishing the
feel of his muscles tightening and releasing under her palms as he
thrust into her. She opened her eyes to watch his face and was
surprised to see him still staring right at her, his hazel gaze
intense. A small smile touched the corners of his mouth, and she felt
her own curl to mirror it.
"What?" she gasped, and she licked the rainwater from her lips. It
tasted clean and sweet, with a hint of early morning in it. Mulder's
lips were wet with it, too, and the desire to suck the moisture from
his gave her an idea...
"Love to watch you come, Scully," he rasped, punctuating his words
with quick shudders of his hips into her. "Love to know that I made it
happen."
She moved her hands to where his held her suspended from the ground.
She leaned into his chest, bracing herself against his strong body,
and with her arms, pulled herself off his erection. She rocked back on
her feet, feeling his fingers slide up her body to rest at her hips.
His expression, a mixture of puzzlement and agony, made her smile.
"It's time to go inside, Mulder. The sun is coming up."
"But Scully -" His sentence trailed off as she wound her fingers
around his impossibly hard cock. She stroked him once, twice, and he
tightened his hold on her waist.
"Come on, Mulder. I want to dry you off in a very special way."
They darted across the courtyard, their feet slapping at the puddles
as they went. The rain had not lightened and the space remained
mostly in gray shadow, but a hint of sickly yellow light had
appeared on the eastern horizon. Scully knew that some of her
neighbors were early risers, and as much as she had enjoyed their
outdoor coupling, she was still shy enough not to want spectators.
They stumbled and slid through the tile hallway, suppressing giggles
as they skidded into her apartment. She shut the door behind them and
flipped the deadbolt into place as Mulder pressed her up against the
wall. His shaft rubbed against the small of her back, and he bent his
knees, bringing himself more in line with her center, seeking the heat
between her legs once again. Scully turned abruptly to him and took
him in her hand, kissing him soundly to momentarily stave him.
Pulling away from the kiss, she released him and guided him
into the living room.
"Come on, Mulder. You're dripping water all over my floor."
"That's not all I'm dripping, Scully." His voice sounded like rusty
nails, and it sent a delicious shiver through her. She loved when he
talked dirty. She could never get enough of his voice.
Scully yanked the soft, well-worn throw blanket from the back of the
sofa and gave it a flip. It billowed out over the hard wood floor
beneath their feet and settled there. She sank down to her knees on it
and held out her hand to Mulder. "Come here, mister," she said, her
own voice a husky invitation. "Lie down and let me dry you off."
Mulder settled himself on his back on the blanket, his erection
standing at attention like a lone soldier on patrol. Scully brushed
the tip of her finger over it, teasing him, and he smiled at her.
She moved up level with his waist on his right side and leaned
over him to the sofa. She grabbed the throw pillow that Tara had
given her for Christmas a few years back, the one with "Family"
embroidered on the front and black satin on the back. She unzipped
the cover and extracted the pillow from it, tossing it back onto
the sofa. She wrapped the satiny fabric around her hand and tucked
the ends together, securing it around her wrist. Mulder watched,
his eyes dark, his brow quirked.
Scully rocked up on her knees and snagged his earlobe in her mouth,
sucking it between her lips, the rainwater nipping at her taste buds.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed in his ear, and she was delighted to feel him
shiver. "You taste good, lover. I'm gonna taste every last inch of
you."
His hand found the back of her head and tangled in her damp hair,
stroking her there. He knew she loved to be petted, and she smiled as
she traced the flat of her tongue all the way down his neck to his
pebbled nipple. She sipped the rainwater into her mouth and then
blew a whisper of air on his skin, drying it completely. He sighed
as the goosebumps rose on his flesh. She continued across the expanse
of his chest and up the other side of his neck, lapping at every
drop of water she encountered.
Then, using the lightest of touches, she followed the same path with
the silk fabric, playing it lightly across his skin. His chest muscles
twitched beneath her hand, and Mulder groaned low in the back of his
throat, his grip on her head tightening. The sound of his pleasure
made her nipples tighten, and this time she smiled.
She continued this delightful treatment down his torso, pausing for a
moment to shift her position as she reached his waist. His cock waved
at her as she turned toward it, and Scully could feel the moisture
between her legs once more. Aroused again, just by the pleasuring of
her lover... God. With Mulder, it was so easy to make him happy and
thus give herself satisfaction. He was always such an appreciative
participant...
And she was so hopelessly, stupidly, head-over-heels in love with
him. She grinned again as she lapped at the beads of rainwater on
the flat of his stomach. No one made her feel as giddy and as silly,
and as utterly horny, as Mulder did.
She inclined her body forward, dragging the silk across his groin.
She tongued her way up his shaft, taking just the head into her
mouth. It was hot and smooth and damp, and she relished the taste of
him as she wrapped her silk-enveloped hand around the base.
Scully was so intent on her work that she barely noticed Mulder moving
from where she was tabled above him. Her brain didn't register him
lifting her leg and settling it back down again. When she
felt his wet kiss on her mons, she jumped a bit, then moaned,
pleasantly startled by the sensation, and the way his cock swelled
against the sides of her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks and started to
move up and down, and he matched her rhythm, tonguing her clit. The
easy way they read each other's signals, the manner in which they fell
into the pattern that the other one set... it made her believe they
had been made for each other, fashioned to fit the other's needs and
desires and passions by some benevolent Creator who truly did want
these two together.
Christ, Mulder could make her happy. And make her come, over and over
again.
She could feel it rising in her once more, the swirling vortex of
ecstasy, and even in her haze, she knew from the way Mulder's
cock throbbed in her mouth that he was close, too. She felt his
hands on her hips, his fingers squeezing gently, and she released
him, just as he gave her a final stroke with his tongue. She swung
her leg over him, turning back to face him, as his voice grated
in her ears.
"That's it, Scully... I want to come inside you." She nodded; God,
yes. Inside...
His eyes were fierce as she slid over him, and he thrust up into her
in one smooth, blinding motion. She took a sharp breath, loving the
feel of him filling her, the tightening of her muscles as he entered
her deep and hard. She locked her gaze onto his, her own eyes bright
with her building frenzy. She rocked back on his erection, somehow
pushing him further into her, and a look of sheer ecstasy made his
eyes glow. He grabbed her face between his hands and yanked her down
to his gasping mouth, kissing her in between shuddering breaths
as he exploded inside her.
The violence of his climax and the intensity of his mouth on hers were
too much for her; she gasped as she felt the walls of her center
rippling with passion again, clutching at him as she collapsed onto
his chest. They lay together for a long, long time, their breath
slowing, and Scully felt his hand cup the curve of her neck once
more. She moved a little so that she could see his face, tracing
the silk-covered hand along the line of his jaw. The fabric caught
on the stubble of his beard, and he smiled down at her.
"You know, Scully," he murmured, lightly massaging underneath her
hair, "I've never been much of a gambler. But if this is the kind
of payoff I'm going to get, we're going to have to wager more often."
She laughed, a small, contented sound. "But Mulder, you lost the bet.
You're the one who had to dance naked in the rain."
"I didn't lose, Scully." He still wore his smile, but his eyes told
her how serious he was. "This is winning, baby. I'm the luckiest
bastard in the whole world."
She shivered in delight at his loving words and nestled into his
warmth. "We're both lucky, Mulder. And if you play your cards right,
you could get lucky again real soon."
"No sleeping bags, okay? Not this time." She laughed softly.
"No, Mulder... no sleeping bags."
End
Avalon's Notes: What can I say? Char was one of the first people I
had the pleasure of getting to know in the fanfic community, and I
always wanted to write something with her. She is a fantastic writer
and a wonderful friend... and now, we have made some beautiful smut
together! Thanks, Char, for letting me play, too!
Char's Notes: The pleasure was all mine! What fun to write with
someone whose work I have always admired! Avalon has a way with
De Love, that's for sure. Her attention to detail is a delight
and makes for a very hot read. Thanks so much Avalon, for
wanting to play!
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