Bizarre Literature
by Fiona MacDonald
-- This is the first time I have written a scene like this. I do not know
how they got here or where they go from here.
WARNING:
This is a scene between Skinner and Scully that I would rate N/C 17.
** If this could offend you, please delete this now. **
These characters belong to someone else (CC, et al) who is generous
enough to allow us to play in his world. No copyright infringement
intended. --
Bizarre Literature
"Touch her breast."
The voice, although electronically distorted, sounded husky to them,
as if just watching them together was igniting his passion. Skinner's eyes
never left Scully's as he brought his right hand up to cup her left breast.
Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted, drawing in a quick breath.
She felt vulnerable in her nakedness, but deep inside her she felt a sudden
yearning. Suddenly, she wished that the two of them were alone to explore
this desire for themselves. As quickly as the thought entered her mind,
she felt a heat in her face and looked away from his eyes. This was worse.
Now she was staring at the broad expanse of his muscular chest.
"Look at her."
Skinner watched the flush rise on her cheeks and desperately wished
that there was something he could do to alleviate her embarrassment.
Personally, what he wanted to do was lift her gently in his arms and carry
her
away to where he could make love to her. He felt the stirring of his passion.
But what he wanted was not important, Dana. . . Scully was the important
one. He looked up, trying to see past the bright light into the darkness
beyond without success. The muscles in his jaw clenched, as the voice
came again.
"Caress, her."
Skinner's hand moved against her. She felt him roll her nipple
between his finger and thumb and tensed as her body started to react. She
would not embarrass this man by being anything less than professional in
this most 'unprofessional' scenario.
"Pull her closer."
Scully resisted slightly as he placed his left hand on the small of her
back and urged her towards him. He inhaled the sweet scent of her. Gazing
down at the top of her head, he found himself distracted by the sight of her
body. He gave into the temptation and looked at her. Her skin was pale in
the harsh light, her breasts were firm, her dusty rose nipples hard as his hand
attested. His gaze lowered. Down her flat stomach, stopping at the golden
mound between her thighs. A small groan escaped him and he closed his
eyes. He ran his hand up her back to the nape of her neck and drew her
forward to rest her head on his chest.
"Kiss her."
Skinner did not move. His body was warm against hers. She opened
her eyes and found herself staring at his manhood. She pulled back from
him and looked up. His eyes were closed. She reached up and touched his
cheek. His eyes opened at her touch and for a moment she thought she saw
desire before his expression went blank. Her hand slid behind his neck and
pulled him towards her. Lifting her chin, she offered him her mouth and he
accepted. It was a sweet gentle kiss. An innocent kiss. She forced herself
to pull away before she tried to initiate something more.
"Kiss her again."
Scully lent towards him. He hesitated, gathering his self-control. That
first kiss had nearly undone him totally. Dana tasted delicious and his
libido almost overpowered him. She reached for him again and he met her
halfway. Her arms encircled his neck and she opened her mouth. He
accepted the invitation and teased her tongue with his. Her response
surprised him as her grip tightened and her tongue began to explore his
mouth. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her close to him, rubbing
her thighs against him. Her gasp was caught in their kiss, but it was enough
to remind him of their predicament. He pulled back and placed her on her
feet. She swayed and he pulled her back against him feeling the heat of her
skin on his. He rested his chin on her head.
"Scully, Skinner." They jumped apart. That was Mulder's voice. "The two
of you have been alone all the time. This is just a recording. I know that
this probably seems really crazy to you two, but what was really
crazy was the two of you denying what was obvious to me. I tried
conventional ways to get you together, but you are both so 'by the book' that
I
had to take extreme measures. So, Scully, Skinner is nuts about you and
Skinner, Scully feels the same way. Please don't leave. I rented the place
for the weekend."
The bright light suddenly went out. It was replaced by the soft glow of
a table lamp that revealed a studio bedroom. A fire burned in the fireplace
at the opposite side of the room. Scully turned to Skinner to find him
already watching her. He seemed to be holding his breath.
"Walter."
"Dana."
She reached for him. He lifted her from her feet and carried her to the
bed. He kissed her thoroughly and laid her on the sheets. She smiled at him
and he smiled back.
"We'll kill him Monday."
-- That's all there is. --
From skyfox@interlog.com Mon Oct 28 18:01:35 1996
This is a very short piece for people who felt that
Bizarre Literature was incomplete.
Enjoy!!
Fiona
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Bizarre Literature Too
by Fiona MacDonald
WARNING:
Summary:
This is a scene between Skinner and Scully that follows on immediately
after Bizarre Literature Too.
Rating: N/C 17.
Classification: V Scully/Skinner
** If this could offend you, please delete this now. **
-- These characters belong to someone else (CC, et al) who is generous
enough to allow us to play in his world. No copyright infringement
intended. --
********
Bizarre Literature Too
"Dana. . . "
Her fingers clutched the sheets convulsively. A low moan
came from deep within her. Cool air touched her nipple where his
mouth had been, puckering it into a rosy point. His tongue trailed
a path between her breasts. Her breath came faster. It had been a
long time since any man had touched her like this, and her body
responded quickly.
As he pulled back, her body arched to follow him and she heard
his throaty chuckle. She tried to pull her hands free from where he
held them at her side, but he would not let her. His mouth found
hers as she opened it to protest. His tongue teased hers, darting in
and out.
She moaned.
He lifted her arms above her head, so that he could hold them
both with one hand. His right hand was free to explore her body.
He ran it over her left breast, massaging it gently, then continuing
down her side to her waist. Slipping it under her, he gently grasped
her and pulled her hips hard against his. She could feel his
hardness push against her thighs and the thought of him inside
her caused her to press herself against him even harder.
He groaned.
His hand let go. She wriggled in frustration as he backed
away. She looked up at him - his back towards her, sitting at the
edge of the bed. He was naked like herself and for a moment she
paused to admire his physique. When he made no move to rejoin
her, she touched him tentatively on the back.
"Walter..?
He turned to look at Scully. "Dana, I've thought about this for so
long. I want this to be perfect for you. . . I don't want to screw this
up."
She sat up behind him and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
Her breasts flattened against his back. She spoke softly in his ear,
her breath warm against his skin.
"I want you, Walter - now!"
He looked at her, startled. She got up and stood before him.
The soft light from the fire played over her skin, giving it a warm
glow. Her eyes gleamed from within the shadows cast across
her face.
"You want me, too, Walter." It was not quite a question.
"Yes," the voice was gruff, she hardly recognized it as his.
She came towards him and took his face in her hands. She leant
forward to kiss the top of his head and her breasts brushed his face.
He caught one nipple between his teeth. She sighed. She straddled
his legs, brushing against him. And with a swift downward movement,
he found himself engorged in her. Her mouth found his and they sat for
a moment lost in the kiss.
His hands caressed her. Stroking her body and she began to
move against him. Harder and quicker. She lost the sense of where
he touched her as it all melded into one glorious sensation.
"Dana. . . Oh god, Dana. . . " Through the haze of passion, she
heard him call her name. She was on the edge herself. She felt him
thrust upwards into her. Through half closed eyes, she watched
him. His head thrown back, the muscles in his neck and shoulders
bulging, he called her name again as his passion released itself
within her. The sight of his orgasm pushed her over the edge,
distantly she heard herself scream.
"My god..."
As their motions stilled, he pulled her close and buried his face
in her hair, nuzzling her neck. Suddenly, she stood up.
"Dana?"
She smiled. A very satisfied smile.
"Perfect," she climbed onto the bed and pulled him down beside
her.
He smiled back.
The End------
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