From: Lillian <ms_lillian@my-deja.com>
Date: 18 Sep 1999 00:00:00 GMT
Subject: New - Bathe NC-17

Title - Bathe

Author - Ms Lillian  ms_lillian@my-deja.com

Rating - NC-17

Catagory - MSR, A

Disclaimer - Not mine.  Never were, never will be.
So Chris, please take better care of them this year.

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This is actually a rough draft of a chapter for a WIP
that just doesn't appear to want to see the light of day.
I have tried and tried but seem to have come to a full
stop, therefore I thought I would post part of it that
could stand alone, rather than post from the beginning and
not finish.  Maybe I'll have another shot at it one day.

Lonely part of a WIP begins....




'Scully'

The name was called softly through the door, accompanied by a quiet
knock.

She closed her eyes and sank further down into the water. She wanted
peace. She wanted quiet. She wanted to be alone to do battle with her
thoughts. Most of all, she wanted to forget. She didn't want Mulder.
Not yet.

'Scully, can I come in?' The voice sounded low, with that gently
pleading edge that only Mulder could put on it.

'Mulder, I really would like to be alone right now...'

'Just to talk, Scully.'

She sighed a sad smile at that, rubbing her hand across her eyes.

'But talking would lead to touching, Mulder, and touching would lead to
kissing, and kissing would lead to...'

'No touching, Scully. No kissing. Just talking'

She considered this for a moment. Just talking. Somehow she didn't
believe him.

It had been a hard day, a very hard day. All she wished for was to soak
in this hot bath, slather herself in some wonderful smelling lotion,
and sink into a bed with cool sheets where she'd wrap herself around a
hot body, the hot body in question being Mulder's. Then fall into a
deep, warm, wonderful and she hoped forgetful sleep - Peacful sleep and
nothing more. But before all that could begin to happen, now, right
this minute, she needed some time alone with her thoughts and without
Mulder. She took in a deep breath and held it. Somehow she knew she
wasn't going to get her wish tonight.

She let her breath out long and slow, shaking her head slightly.
'OK, Mulder. Come on in...'

The door cracked open and he stuck his head in.

He raised his eyebrows.

'You washed your hair already' His tone was disappointed schoolboy all
the way.

'Yep.'

He came over and sat on the edge of the bath, looking down at her.

'Damn.'

'You can't always get what you want, Mulder'

'I would've done it for you, you know.'

'I'm sure'

She raised her eyes to his with weak smile and they sat for a moment,
silent. Comfortable.

'Bad day?' he inquired.

'You could say that.' she looked down at her feet, stroking the taps
with her toes absentmindedly. 'Sometimes you just wonder why you do
this.'

'You know you don't have to everything yourself. Somebody else could do
the autopsies, Scully. You could review them, pull the evidence
together...'

'No.' A decisive shake of the head. 'You know I don't work like that,
Mulder. It's my job. I owe it to them...'

She closed her eyes again and saw the bodies. So many bodies. So many
wasted lives, butchered in the name of money and pleasure, with no-one
to speak for them, to mourn the waste, to give them justice. No one to
miss them, care about them but her.  And Mulder.

She felt a warm hand on her forehead, and sighed.

'No touching, Mulder. You promised'

'I lied.' his voice lowered to an deep intimate tone.   'Well no,
actually I didn't lie because I didn't exactly promise in the first
place.'

Her mouth pursed, warning. 'Mulder...'

'Scully. It's OK' His fingers moved over the damp skin on her face
slowly and gently, smoothing the worry and tension. 'You - we'll - find
the people responsible. But right now you need to relax. Just let it
go.' His hands moved down her jaw, tracing along her throat to her
shoulders, trailing down to were her arm met the water.

'Mulder, I really am tired. I just want to soak in here for a while and
be alone...'

'So you can brood and worry and hate yourself for not having an answer?
I know that game. I've played it more times than I care to recall.' His
fingers felt like a whisper on her face. 'Don't you play, Scully. It'll
burn you out before you realise.' His voice was low and gentle, 'I want
you to relax. Lay back'

'You think I can't handle it?' a bolt of anger flashed within her,
muscles tensing and knotting even further.

'Did I say that?' His replied, his voice maddeningly calm.

'You implied it.' Her eyes locked with his, fury flaring in hers, only
to see concern in his reflecting back to her. All her anger suddenly
disarmed, She dropped her head back, and let out a slow breath.
'Look, I don't want to fight Mulder, not tonight. It's... just it's
been a long day, and...'

'Yes it has. And we both have shredded nerves. It's a horrific case,
Scully. It's hard to switch it off...' His thumb stroked her cheek,
traced her eyebrow. 'All I'm saying is don't isolate yourself - I've
been here before and I know it's not worth it. Yet another valuable
lesson I've learned from you...'

She looked back up to him, the room still, silent. Familiar. Neither
flinched or looked away from the other's intense gaze.

Finally, she dipped her chin as if to hide her face. 'Since when did
you start paying attention to me, Mulder?'

He tipped his head slightly as if the mimic her, his mouth twitching in
with a smile, his voice soft. 'I've always paid you attention, Scully.
Always'

His hand travelled further down her arm, dipping beneath the water,
touching the hand resting on her stomach and then moving upwards over
her belly to the slope of her breasts.

'Why no bubbles, Scully? No bubble bath?' His fingers brushed around a
nipple as her breathing deepened, causing her breasts to rise and fall
beneath the level of the water.

'Oil. Bath oil, Mulder'

'Mmm. Nice and slippery.'

She took a deep breath as his fingers closed around the hard nub,
barely pinching, and then rubbing slowly.

'Close your eyes, Scully. Close you eyes and lay back.'

Her eyes slowly shut as she heard, felt, sensed, Mulder change position
slightly on the edge of the bath, one hand still on her breast as he
lent and braced himself on the other placed by her face on the side of
the tub.

'Is the oil good for your skin, Scully? It feels very soft. Apart from
these...' he squeezed a nipple again 'These are a little hard.'

She hummed an inarticulate reply deep in her throat as turned his
attention back to the skin of her breast, stroking tenderly in gentle
wet circular motions around the tip.

'I've always loved your skin, Scully. Right from the start. It always
felt so warm and smooth.' His rolled his thumb across her nipple. 'Your
hand, your arm, your face. The skin on your back.' He cupped her breast
one final time and trailed down again beneath the water to her stomach,
resuming his movements. 'Now I know you feel that good all over. Every
inch of you.'

She turned her head to the side, resting her cheek against his hand on
the side of the tub, moving slightly to rub her face against the
knuckles.

'There's no pressure, Scully. Nothing has to happen. You don't have to
do anything. I just want you to relax. This is all in your control. All
you have to do is say yes or no...  Do you want me to stop?'

She shook her head and made a 'mm-mm' sound. She was starting to
unwind, her mind pushing the sick images of the day to one side. She
wanted to forget and Mulder's hand, still running across her skin was
so slow, so gentle that it had become almost hypnotic.

He bent down, kissed the top of her head and moved his hand down
further to stroke the very inside of her thighs. Her legs parted to
allow him, wanting him to touch her further before she had even
realised she was moving. The heat of the water and the softness of
Mulder's touch was comforting to her, cocooning her, dulling the pain
of the day to an distant ache - her muscles relaxing almost against her
will.

Gently, slowly he moved his fingers over her, stroking her heat with
just his fingertips. She tensed a momentarily as his hand explored,
then began to relax again as he kept his touch light, his fingers
dipping within her almost tentatively.

'How does that feel? Better? Is this ok, Scully... you want me to stop
yet?' His voice whispered across her hair as he bent to graze his lips
across the top of her head once again.

She answered him with another wordless hum, turning her head to kiss
where her cheek had lay against his hand.

'Do you want to me to go on? I want to keep touching you, Scully. Can I
keep touching you?'

His fingers moved further and began to stroke her clit in languid
circular motions, aided by the slick, oily water and her own wetness.

The movements of his hand and the hot water brushing against the
sensitive nerves were beginning to change from being merely comforting
and relaxing to something more intense, his sure touch and the warmth
were starting to arouse her, and before she had chance to realise just
how far gone she was, she wanted it. She wanted Mulder to bury his
fingers deep inside her, she wanted him to keep that slow, slow,
maddening rhythm going, she wanted to forget everything else, the
sickness, the bodies, the blood, everything but this. She wanted to
come here and now, right now. She wanted the feeling to never stop.
She opened her mouth and grazed her teeth across Mulder's thumb, her
tongue darting out to touch a knuckle, her lips sucking at his warm
skin. She wanted the taste of him in her mouth, to feel him beneath her
tongue. Her mouth nipped at his thumb, biting then soothing over each
nip, all the while making the small, soft noises low in her throat.

Mulder pressed a little harder at her clit, his touch not so leisurely
now, as Scully began to roll her hips against his hand - small, compact
movements that made the water lap gently around her body and splash
against the sides of the deep tub. The quiet sounds of moving, rippling
water and her breathy moans where the only sounds breaking the
stillness in the bathroom, until they were joined by Mulder's hushed
tones.

'Scully...' his voice was touched with a roughness, a dark roughness
she had now come to associate with arousal. 'It's ok, Scully... It's
ok... '   His head bent to hers, the words whispered to her ear, his
warm breath against her cheek as he exhaled in a slow ragged rhythm,
causing her skin to tingle, her nipples to pucker and become impossibly
harder. She turned her mouth to try and capture his, but he pulled
back. She opened her eyes to find his; close, intense, his mouth so
near that with just tiny surge forward she would be there, touching her
lips to his. She moved to bridge the small gap between them, but Mulder
moved again, dodging away from her. He played the teasing game with her
for a few more moves, until they both stilled, eyes locked together,
breathing rhythms attuned. Then all at once Mulder moved his circling
hand to push deeply inside her, two fingers fast and hard, his eyes
never leaving her face as he sank deeply into her.   Scully's eyes
widened momentarily, and then flickered closed as her back bowed to him
and her face fell back rest on his hand, a long breathless gasp
vibrating throughout her body.

Restlessly, she turned in the water, raising her hips towards him,
eventually ending up lying partly facing Mulder, trying to be as close
to him as possible. The scented water washed over her skin, glistening
and slick, as she pushed in counterpoint to his strokes, her eyes
closed in deep concentration.

'That's it, Scully... OK, it's OK... let it go... let it go...'

Scully shifted again restlessly, her mouth back on his hand,
desperately reaching for more, bringing her own hand up to twist and
pluck at her aching taut nipples in the absence of his already busy
fingers. Mulder saw she needed more and moved harder, more forcefully
within her, pushing his palm against her swollen flesh and grinding
with every push, every twist.

She shifted to lift her foot onto the edge of the bathtub, opening
herself a little further, wanting to feel more of him inside her.
Although he didn't speed up, the deeper movements, the push of his
palm, the tease and curl of his fingers within her was enough to bring
her to the very edge of her climax. Her body twitched and Mulder thrust
into her as deeply as possible, pressing her, rubbing her until
finally, finally she came hard against his hand, her muscles grasping
around him, hips jerking. Eyes tightly closed, she whispered, gasping
over and over as the spasms shook her, her hand moving to cover his as
it still worked within her. Gradually, slowly the feeling subsided,
leaving only the occasional trembling aftershock and the sounds of
ragged breathing.

She kept her eyes closed, cheek resting on his hand, the warm water
washing cool against her hot skin.   Mulder's hand moved from where it
rested between her thighs, slowly trailing up over her hips, tracing
the dip of her waist , smoothing across her back. Finally it came to
rest on her shoulder, making tiny circles with the pads of his fingers
on the damp silkiness he found there, concentrating on one patch of
barely noticeable freckles he seemed particularly fond of.

Scully sighed. Her body felt relaxed, satiated. But at the back of her
mind the horrors began to emerge from where she had pushed them, the
crystal clear pictures spilling out, taunting her. It was still there
and she couldn't shake it, shake that unfamiliar sickeningly helpless
feeling that had been growing within her since the first body was found.

She absently felt Mulder softly pull a strand of wet hair from her
face, moving it around her ear.

'Hey, come on Scully. I know I wanted you to relax, but don't fall
asleep, not in the tub.' His voice sounded so sweet, so wonderfully
tender to her at that moment, that her guilt reflex kicked in - guilt
that she had felt so good, so very good and all whilst she was supposed
to be finding the perpetrators of horrendous crimes, the aftermath's of
which made even her autopsies-hardened stomach churn.

She lay still and silent for a moment, before turning again onto her
back and mumbling 'OK'.

'You want I should get you some hot tea? We could play dangerous and
order room service on our expenses - start a few new rumours in
accounting' He raised his eyebrows 'A nice bottle of wine, maybe -

She heard him stand and walk towards the door, then hesitate, waiting
for her reply.

'It doesn't make it go away, you know' She opened her eyes and turned
her head towards him, her voice sounding flat and hollow even to her
own ears.

'It?' The shadow of confusion crossed his eyes.

'Sex. It won't solve anything. It doesn't make everything better,
Mulder, doesn't make it go away.'

He made a move as if to step back towards her but seemed to think
better of it and stopped.

Trailing his gaze over her face, he said softly
'I just wanted to make you feel good'

She took a deep breath, dipping her eyes to the floor.

'I know' she exhaled the word, almost silently and covered her eyes
with her hand. She didn't want to see his hurt.
'I know.'

Mulder paused for a moment to watch her, and seemingly deciding against
pushing her to talk, left her with
'Don't stay in there too long, Scully.'



End


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