Title: Ripe
Classification: MSR, UST, Angst, Mulder POV
Rating: R
Spoilers: none really
Summary: Mulder lets his imagination get
the better of him while watching Scully
from across the office.
Feedback: Yes please. I'm begging for
feedback at xenoprobe@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Chris Carter and 1013
Productions would never allow Mulder and Scully do
the things I have them do... Not mine, never were.
*****
Ripe
By xenoprobe
You're doing it again, Scully. I wish I could tell you to stop
but then you'd know what you are doing to me. The way you
silently worry your lips, your teeth grazing over them lightly
then your tongue, God Scully, your tongue darts out to sooth
them. I've watched this a million times. You don't even seem
to realize what you're doing, a subconscious action while you
perform the mundane ritual of report writing. It drives me crazy
watching you so relaxed and unaware.
I lost count six years ago just how many times I've caught
myself the voyeur of your little habits. You smooth your jacket
down by tugging at the hem, pulling the fabric tight over your
breasts. You rub at the crook in your neck and roll your head
from side to side after long hours of driving. I watch this and
imagine me kissing the soft skin there, working your sore
shoulders with my hands and listening to you moan with relief.
You close your eyes at those times, Scully, trying to work out
the knots-I wish you'd let me do it for you. I lose myself in these
thoughts sometimes only to be shaken by your voice, pulling
me out of the daydream.
You think I'm bored or not paying attention but really, Scully
I'm lost from paying too much attention. Sometimes, when
you're doing an autopsy, you shift from side to side, lifting
your tiny feet from the ground seeking temporary relief from
the weight of a long day's hard work. You'd accuse me of
having some bizarre fetish if you only knew how many times
I'd envisioned me lifting you off the floor and onto the cold
steel of an autopsy bay table, kissing you madly, demanding
your feelings be returned. You'd slap me Scully, I'm sure you
would if I ever confessed this.
And you doing that thing again. Your lips are plump from
you gnawing at them. They're rosy and glossed from the
saliva you've brushed them with. I have to shift in my seat,
feeling the rush of blood leaving my brain and flooding to
the erection I tried so hard not to get. It's painful, sitting
across the office seeing the glow of the computer screen
reflected in your glasses, knowing that I can't touch you-
shouldn't even be thinking this about you.
I respect you. I really do Scully. No one works as hard, is
as devoted, is as strong as you are. You are a far better
person than I am, far more deserving of a full life. I think
sometimes you'd be happier working in a different department,
having a real life with the possibility of a husband, house and
kids. I am selfish though. I want you here, with me, with me
always Scully- would you do that? What would you do if I
asked, if I told you how I feel and begged you to be with me
always?
You're looking at me now, smiling intimately as if you could
hear my thoughts. I know you'd laugh if I told you that you're
psychic but I'd swear you can hear me even when I'm silent. I
want so badly to just push my chair back, walk over there and
shove the stack of papers that obstructs my view of your chest
aside and plant a kiss on those swollen lips that would kill us
both. I can imagine how it would feel, soft, urgent, calming
and exciting all at once. I want to feel the pressure of your
mouth returning my kiss, to feel your tongue against my own,
searching each other.
I have to stop this. I am hard as granite, hiding behind this
desk. I must be thirty shades of red, like all the colours in
your hair are staining my cheeks in embarrassment. If only
I could feel your soft hair bushed over my face- you leaning
into a passionate kiss while you ride me in the throws of
our lovemaking. Sweet Jesus, I've gotta stop this!
"Mulder are you alright?"
"Yeah Scully, I'm fine." You know. I know you know
what I'm thinking over here. Indecent thoughts about my
partner. I should feel shame-but I don't. I don't Scully 'cause
I love you. I really, really do. "How's the report going?"
How would you like to come over here and see what I've
been working on?
"I'm almost done." Oh Scully, don't- just don't do the lip
thing again. You've moved the stack of papers aside now
and I can see the slightest bit of black lace in the opening
of your blouse. A black bra. Scully's wearing a black bra
and her nipples are- Christ I'm gonna come if I don't get
out of here. "What are you working on Mulder, more paper
airplanes?" No Scully, I'm working on a raging hard-on
brought about by your hungry teeth chewing at your perfect
lips, your God-damned perfect lips Scully- and I've been
fantasizing how they'd feel on me, kissing me back, sucking
me and whispering things I only dream of Scully. Things
you'd never say. Care to help me out, partner?
"I'm done. I just need to go to the bathroom and we can
close up the shop." I pull my suit jacket down into my lap
before standing. Am I crazy or did I just see you checking
me out? Did those beautiful blue eyes just trail down and
up and then down again Scully?
"Mulder?" I was almost out, with my hand on the doorknob.
Please don't make me embarrass myself Scully.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna come over for Chinese?" Do I? Do I? Yes Scully,
and would you mind terribly if I laidyou down on your
livingroom carpet and fucked you within an inch of our
pathetic lives?
"Sure, that sounds good. I think I'll go home first- get
changed, have a shower." A freezing one.
"Ok. Well I guess I'll see you at my place then..." A
wink. You winked at me. I've gotta get out of here.
"See ya."
*****
The door is shut. Finally the door separates us. I
thought I was going to die, watching him watching me.
Did I do that to him? He thinks he can hide an erection
like his behind an Armani jacket... give a woman a break
Mulder. I feel flush, light-headed. I don't think Chinese
food will fill me tonight. Somehow, I doubt I'll get much
protest if I do what I've been wanting to. Its time things
change for us. What would he do if I just leaned over the
open boxes of lo mein and kissed him? I guess we'll find out...
*****
Feed me with feedback please. I know this concept is not
original but I wanted to try a Mulder POV on for size. Let
me know if I'm any good. Let me know if I suck!
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