Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 12:32:48 -0700 Subject: xfc: Conversation Piece 2: The New Hope (1/2) by Jess Source: xfc TITLE: Conversation Piece 2: The New Hope AUTHOR: Jess EMAIL ADDRESS: snarkypup@mindspring.com DISCLAIMER: Um, I think CC and Fox own them, yes I do, Mr. Lawyer-Man. DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere, just let me know. SPOILER WARNING: None RATING: R for very, very suggestive talk. Ok, maybe it ought to be NC-17. I don't know. Read it, then decide! CONTENT WARNING: Ooo, is this dirty! CLASSIFICATION: UST, MSR SUMMARY: Scully's driving up from San Diego to Seattle and is stuck in a storm and gee, Mulder's got a cell phone. What do you THINK is going to happen? AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is pre-Requiem or All Things or whenever the hell they did what they did, take your pick. There's no real angst. Everyone's pleasantly out of character so they can start talking graphically about sex. Consider it a throw-back to the good old days of UST and suggestion. Enjoy. Conversation Piece, the original, can be found at my website: Visit my site for all my fiction, lovingly archived by Galia: http://galias.arjika.com/Jess/jess.htm Then visit Galia's site for more great fiction! http://galias.arjika.com/visions.html CONVERSATION PIECE 2: THE NEW HOPE (no apologies to George until he apologizes to me for The Phantom Menace. Personally. And in writing. And by refunding my money.) "Mulder, it's me." "Where are you? I heard there's a storm." "Weed." "Scully, I don't think you should be driving if you're indulging." "Weed, California." "Couldn't cross the pass?" "Nope. Not until tomorrow. Apparently there's a snow plow coming through from the Oregon side. My brother would have to pick now to get reassigned to Seattle." "You could have flown from San Diego. Or changed your ticket." "You were the one who suggested driving, Mulder. 'It's such a beautiful drive through Oregon', you said. And by the way, Mulder, it's Or-a-gon, not Or-e-gon." "Stop blaming me. I was merely trying to keep you from having to fly in one of those commuter things by yourself, without my hand to viciously dig your nails into." "I'm not afraid, Mulder." "Right. Straighten up and fly right, Scully." "Just because you survived a mid-air interception by an alien craft, doesn't make my fear of turbulence any less valid." "So now we're admitting it was an alien craft, Scully?" "Shut up, Mulder." "Well, I'm sure there's no harm in you resting there for the night. Do you have chains?" "Yes, Mom." "Just caring about you, partner. I wouldn't want to get stuck with your expense reports." "I don't think they'd make you do them if I died in a fiery plunge from the top of the pass." "God forbid." "I thought you didn't believe in God?" "Ehem... moving on to another subject... So what did you do to pass the time in the car? Did you play the license plate game? Count telephone poles? Did you do any soul-searching, Scully, on this journey?" "What makes you think my soul needs to be searched?" "Nothing. But I'd like to volunteer if it ever needs to be strip-searched, or better yet, if there's a body-cavity search involved..." "I listened to music, mostly." "Like what?" "Would you believe I can now sing 'Bohemian Rhapsody' from memory?" "No. I'd believe you could sing something that sounded remotely like 'Bohemian Rhapsody'..." "Shut up, again." "I guess I should let you go." "Why? It's not that late, especially where you are. You rent a video you've got to get back by two, Mulder?" "How would you know they have to be back by two, Scully, unless you've rented one yourself?" "Maybe I have. What would you say to that?... That's a terrible cough, Mulder. You coming down with something?" "No. I just happened to be sipping a beer, Scully, when you dropped that little bombshell." "Ha. Maybe I was doing a little research, trying to figure out what you saw in those things." "And what conclusion did you come to?" "That men are weird." "You know, Scully, there's porn and then there's porn. I mean, if you rented some of that terrible dubbed shit from Brazil..." "I don't think we should be discussing what I rented." "You brought it up. So come on, it didn't turn you on at all?" "I did do some soul-searching today, Mulder." "Don't change the subject." "I'm not. I'm leading up to the answer. This is very rocky ground we're covering here. I wouldn't want to slip and hurt myself." "Ok, go ahead." "I was thinking about truth and trust, Mulder, and how they figure in our relationship. Isn't it funny how we're absolutely honest about some things, and totally dishonest with one another about others?" "Speak for yourself. If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, I have never lied to you. Ever. I believe, in fact, that I've been unusually forthcoming." "Ok, point taken. The thing is, whatever you may or may not have said to me, my own behavior is the only thing within my control. So, I decided I wanted to be honest with you from now on." "Wow. What brought that on?" "I don't know. Maybe it was just a need that's been growing for some time. I'd like to reconnect with what I have, you know?" "I do know. So... did the video turn you on, Scully?" "Yes... In between bouts of hysterical giggling." "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Studies have shown women to be just as visually stimulatable as men, perhaps more so. They simply respond to slightly different images." "What makes you think I'm ashamed? Do you think I'm afraid of my own sexuality, Mulder? Is this an anti-Catholic thing?" "How did we go from 'porn turns me on' to you being afraid of your sexuality, Scully? Can we go back to the part where you describe to me exactly what it is that turns you on?" "I don't remember there being a part where I described that for you, Mulder. Now answer me." "No, Scully, I don't think you're afraid of your sexuality." "Liar." "Ok... well, I think maybe you're a tad wounded and... um, repressed." "Hmmph." "Scully? Is this the part where you hang up on me?" "By all rights, it should be. How could you say something so stupid? I'm not repressed." "No, you're not." "Stop trying to weasel out of it, Mulder. What makes you think I'm repressed, exactly?" "Couldn't you have latched onto 'wounded' instead, Scully?" "Go for it, Mulder. Dig your own grave." "I guess it's just that the only time I've seen you assert your sexuality, you did it to hurt me... Scully? Say something. This is the part with the hang-up, huh?" "Did I or did I not explain that wasn't about you?" "I thought you were going to be truthful with me, remember?" "Ok, so it was partly to hurt you. But how do you know I didn't get off on it, huh? Maybe he was just great in bed. Maybe I really enjoyed it." "Maybe you did, Scully. Forget I brought it up. Can we just rewind this whole conversation?" "Back to the part with the porn, right?" "I could live with that." "I didn't have sex with him, you know. Not technically, anyway." "Fuck. Scully, you absolutely don't have to talk to me about this. It's none of my business and frankly, it just pisses me the hell off to even think about it." "Why's that, Mulder? Think we should examine your feelings about my sexuality?" "Nope, no I don't. No way. Absolutely not." "Do you have feelings about my sexuality, Mulder?" "No. Never. I think of you as virginal and pure, Scully. Swear to God. You're like Mary herself." "That, in and of itself, is a whole can of worms. Don't you think?" "No. Let's talk about something else. So... do you think Randy Johnson can hold onto his 0.75 E.R.A. now that he's got some support from the Diamondback's bats?" "Mulder, it sounds like you're talking in code. I don't want to talk about baseball." "You want to talk about sex? Do you really think that's a wise idea?" "Why not, Mulder? I used to discuss it with my sister all the time." "But I'm not your sister, Scully." "Gee, but Mulder, if you don't see me as a sexual being, what difference will it make? It's just like talking to a priest, right?" "I've really dug myself into this hole, haven't I?" "It's more of a pit, really." "All right, fine. I do see you as a sexual being, albeit one who hasn't expressed it in so long she may have forgotten how." "Excuse me? This from the kettle? When did you last have sex, Mulder? With another human being, that is." "A long time ago. But that's not the point. I express my sexuality all the time." "Crass remarks about Playboy bunnies and weightlessness are not a viable expression of sexuality, Mulder." "Neither is poking an electric needle into your skin." "Fine. I think you were right, Mulder. I think it's time to hang up." "Wait, Scully. I... I've really missed having you around the office this last few days." "Is that your lame attempt at an apology?" "Possibly. Is it accepted?" "Possibly. I may have missed you a bit too, Mulder. Particularly when I was trying to get my car out of a snow bank." "See, I'm good for something." "Occasionally, yes, I find myself dependant on you." "Wow, Scully, that may be the most honest thing you've said all night." "I was kidding." "I'm not." "Mulder... you can be a real pain in the ass, you know that? All right. I miss you too. There, is that better?" "Infinitely." "So... um... did you really want to know what turned me on about that video?" "Uh... yeah, very much, if this isn't going to involve me being verbally castrated, again." "I would hardly consider that little tongue-lashing the equivalent to being verbally castrated." "You know, Scully, that last sentence almost sounded like an explanation of what turned you on. Tongue lashing... castration..." "Actually, that's an entirely different kind of video, Mulder." "Right, porn expert. Or should I say... sexpert." "I knew that was... coming." "Oh, good one, Scully. Now, what turns my Scully on?" "Your Scully? Well, I have no idea what turns your Scully on, though I could hazard a guess, but this Scully was intrigued by this scenario in public... in a car." "That's it? The location? Jeeze, I think I liked the whole part about the tongue-lashing better. It was much more risqu." "You don't think having sex in a public place is risky?" "Ris-que, Scully, not risky. And no, I don't. I've had sex on a grave stone, remember." "Don't remind me. Fine, guess I am a repressed little thing." "No, I just don't think you're getting to the heart of what did it for you. It wasn't just location, was it? What were they doing?" "What do you mean? They were having sex. Sexual intercourse, Mulder." "Say that again." "What?" "'Sexual intercourse' and my name." "Fuck off, Mulder." "Close enough. What position was it?" "Oh... well... I mean... I don't think we should talk about this." "Why not? You're a doctor." "That's my line. Ok, fine. They were... he was behind her and..." "Doggie-style?" "If you have to put it that way, yes. But that wasn't what turned me on about it." "No? So it wasn't the position. Did he look like someone you know?" "Mulder, you don't really think..." "No, not really. Ok, so that's not it. What got to you, Scully? What made you hot?" "I'm not sure. I was just thinking about... I guess I was wondering if you had ever watched this particular one. The woman really looked like your type... and then I was just... forget it. I guess it was just frustration." "You were thinking about me, weren't you?" end part one of 2 TITLE: Conversation Piece 2: The New Hope AUTHOR: Jess EMAIL ADDRESS: snarkypup@mindspring.com "Of course not! Your ego is just astonishing, Mulder." "Come on, Scully. I've just hit the nail on the head, so to speak, haven't I? That's what turned you on. You were picturing us doing what those people were doing, weren't you?" "No... I need to go. It's late here." "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" "No." "What happened to being honest? If you can convince me you aren't lying, I'll hang up." "I could just hang up on you." "But you won't. Because talking about this is turning you on. You want me to fuck you, don't you, Scully?" "Jesus, Mulder. Stop it." "Why? I said I've never lied about this stuff and I meant it. I want to fuck you. I want to push you down onto that warm bed and slip slowly into you. Tell me you don't want me." "I don't want you." "You sound breathless, Scully. What don't you want me to do?" "I don't want you to fuck me." "What else?" "I don't... I don't want you to do... what I saw those people doing." "You don't want me to enter you from behind, Scully? You don't want me to someday just bend you over the desk, lift up one of those tight, little skirts you like to wear and push myself into you?" "No, God... No..." "I'm not convinced, here, Scully. I think you do want those things. I think you want me to fuck you, long and hard." "Mulder, how can you do this to me?" "Do what? Turn you on? Scully, you turn me on every fucking day." "I do? I mean, what the fuck are we doing, here, Mulder?" "I thought we were telling each other the truth, for once. I'll tell you something, Scully. You know that dark blue suit you have, the one where the skirt hits just at your calf?" "The expensive one." "That's it. Every time I see you in it, all I want to do is walk up behind you and slide my hands up your body from your calves to your hips. I'd linger there for a moment, Scully, but it would be irresistable. I want to touch your breasts. You've got great breasts, Scully." "I... I don't know what to say to that, Mulder." "How about 'thanks'?" "Thank you. Do you want to know what turns me on about you?" "More than almost anything." "All right. But first I want to know... Mulder, are you... are you touching... I can't even say it without feeling ridiculous..." "Am I touching myself while we talk about this?" "Yes." "Yes, I am. I'm so hard right now, Scully, just hearing your voice. I've got one hand down my jeans and I'm stroking myself, just like you are." "I... I'm not touching myself, Mulder." "Why not? Don't you masturbate, Scully?" "Of course I do, Mulder. But I've never done it while someone else was listening." "Do it, Scully. I want to hear you breathe, I want to hear you moan." "I... all right, Mulder. I'm... oh, God..." "Where are you touching, Scully? Your breasts? Your clit? Where?" "Between my legs." "Jesus. Is it hot there? Is it wet for me?" "Yes. Yes, it's wet... So do you want to know what turns me on most about you, Mulder? Your voice." "Well... God, isn't that convenient. 'Cause right now that's all I've got to turn you on, Scully." "I know. Why do you think I called?" "I thought you just wanted to talk to me as a friend." "I do. But after we hung up, I would have lain back on this cold motel bed, I would have spread my legs, and I would have..." "Wait, Scully, what are you wearing?" "Honestly? Nothing." "You're lying. You actually called to talk to me naked?" "Yes. I'm often naked when I talk to you." "Fuck. Oh fuck, Scully, you have no idea what you're doing to me." "Really, Mulder? Who's repressed again?" "Not you, Scully, not you. So you're naked. Your legs are spread. Your hand is between them. Slip inside yourself, Scully. Tell me what it's like." "Wet, warm, and... and tight, Mulder. Tight around my finger. Imagine how tight I'll be for you. Imagine how good it would feel." "Oh... oh, I'm imagining, Scully, believe you me. So you still don't want me to fuck you?" "No, I want you to fuck me. I've wanted you to fuck me for a very long time." "How... how long?" "You sound a little short of breath, there, Mulder. Are you all right?" "Fuck, Scully, keep talking to me. I'm so close." "I do everything for you, Mulder. Fine, I've been fantasizing about you since we met, really. But I first truly admitted to myself how much I wanted you after the cancer. That's when I realized I wasn't just having innocent little fantasies about the man I worked with, day in and day out. That's when I realized I wanted to be with you, in every way. And I knew you wanted me as well." "I do, Scully. God, I do. Why did you wait so long to tell me?" "We've been over this before, Mulder. It's a man's world in the Bureau. I need to keep my edge. Fucking you would have made me look exactly like what they think all woman are, anyway. Whores." "Not to me, Scully. Never to me." "I know, Mulder. Still close?" "No, actually. Something about hearing the word 'cancer' from your lips turns me off." "I'm sorry. I should have stayed with it." "No, no, you're being honest with me. That's what I wanted, remember? How about you, are you still touching yourself?" "Yes, slow, soft, little circles. Just feather-touches, really." "Speed up and press a bit harder, Scully. Imagine I'm there, watching you." "Watching me? I think I'd just be nervous." "No you're not. I've seen you do it before. It's just you and me, Scully, lovers for years." "Lovers for years?" "Yes, for many years. Our whole lives. And now I want to see you come. I've asked you, and you want to do this for me." "If I close my eyes, it's almost like you're sitting right over there, in the awful striped hotel chair." "That's it. Look at me, Scully, in your mind's eye. Do you see how this is turning me on?" "Well, yeah, since you're naked." "I am?" "Sure. Buck naked, Mulder. With your long legs stretched out in front of you, slumped a bit in the chair, with your hand on your... penis, and you're stroking yourself, slowly, slowly, just for me." "That's right. I'm just trailing my fingers up and down myself. I don't want to come, Scully, because when you've come I'm going to climb up onto that bed and push you back into the sheets. I'm going to kiss you until you can't breathe and then I'm going to slip two fingers into you and fuck you that way for a while, just to stretch you out, to feel the warmth of you. Then I want to make love to you, over and over, until your body is too exhausted to come again." "God. But for now, Mulder, you're just watching me touch myself, right?" "Right. I'm watching as you slide your fingers through your own wetness, as you slip a finger into your own body." "Yes, as I push against myself. As I slip my finger around my clit until I'm writhing, Mulder, writhing on the bed and it feels so good... God, it's so good, but..." "But?" "But it's not enough. I... I can't see you there anymore." "That's because I'm not there." "I know, Mulder, that what I mean and..." "I'm kneeling at the end of the bed, Scully, and I'm pulling you down until your legs are over my shoulders. I'm going to eat you, Scully, like the ripest peach." "Oh... Oh that's where you are? That's what I want, Mulder, that's it." "I know, Scully, I know what you want. I'm going to part you and just look, just for a moment I'm going to marvel at how sweet and open you are for me. Then I'm going to slide my fingers over you, testing, teasing until I slip my tongue inside you." "Inside me?" "Yes, I want to taste you, to feel you. Then I'll slide it up, up, Scully, until I've reached where you most want me to be and the tip of my tongue will hit you there and you'll jump, the pleasure is just too intense." "It is, Mulder. I'm... I'm about to come. Don't stop." "I won't, Scully. I flick my tongue over and over on your body, hitting just the right spot, the one you've been showing me this whole time with your fingers. Come on, Scully, come on. I want to feel you quake around me." "I'm... oh, Mulder... oh. Oh." "Scully? Hey Scully? You still with me?" "Yes." "You're very quiet. Was it a good orgasm, Scully?" "Yes, yes it was, Mulder. I... I need to go now." "What? Why?" "I can't do this... I... I'm not like this, Mulder. You were right, I am repressed. You were right." "Are you embarrassed?" "Yes." "Why? Because you came for me? Jesus, Scully, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." "Really? I feel... Mulder, I feel ridiculous." "I'm sure you don't look ridiculous, Scully. Take my word for it. Look at it this way: would you still feel that way if I were there now? If I were moving across your body, my hands touching you, my mouth on your breast?" "No... no, I think... I think it's just that you aren't here, Mulder. You aren't here." "I will be, Scully. As soon as you get back, I'll be there." "So you don't... you don't think I'm..." "I will always respect you, Scully. You should know that by now. And if you weren't two thousand miles from me in a fucking snowstorm, I'd sure as hell show you exactly how much I love you." "You would?" "Yes, over and over until you had no doubt." "I wish you were here, you have no idea." "I think I do, Scully. I think I do. Can I confess something to you?" "Anything, particularly if it's at all humiliating." "Right... I don't think this is humiliating, exactly, but I think you'll enjoy hearing it, just the same. I came just listening to you, back then." "You did? Honestly? Just hearing me?" "Yes. Just hearing you. And imagining you. And now I'm lying here, Scully, just as ridiculous as you, maybe more so. But I'll tell you something." "Yes?" "If this means I can kiss your wonderful lips when you get off the plane, Scully, I'll lie here half-naked and covered in my own come anytime you want." "How about tomorrow night?" "Tomorrow night? Won't you be at Bill's?" "Yes, assuming the snow plow gets through." "And it... um... it wouldn't bother you to do this in your brother's house?" "Why should it?" "He hates me, Scully." "So? I don't hate you. I kinda like you, Mulder. When you aren't behaving like an ass." "Well, that's reassuring." "Do you think you can sleep now?" "Oh yeah. You know men, one good orgasm and we're out like the dead." "I'll call you tomorrow night." "You better, or I might just have to get on a plane and come get you. No second thoughts, Scully, and no regrets." "No regrets, Mulder. No regrets at all." end part 2 of 2. Feedback is always appreciated, and generally sniffled over.