From: Thin mints 12 Date: 30 Apr 2000 22:08:05 GMT Subject: NEW *** Fantasies***** Short Title: Fantasies Author: Thinmints Feedback: Thinmints12@aol.com Rating: R Category: MSR Archive: ask first Spoilers: Nope, don't think so Summary: Scully has a fantasy. Disclaimer: Not mine. CC owns them. thinking how it's going to be whenever I get you next to me it's gonna be good don't you know from your head to your toe Lyrics :Atlanta Rhythm Sections So into You. What a day. I really hate paperwork. Mulder puts everything off until accounting is threatening to dock our pay if we don't get the forms in ASAP, as they say. So today was paperwork day. I have a headache that won't wait. I take 4 aspirins and plop down on my couch. As usual these days, my thoughts begin to wonder to Mulder. What would I do if we were to finally be together? Well, nothing new here. Every time I am alone, I always ask myself this same question. You would think I would get tired of asking myself this but the possibilities are really endless. Well, let's see where my mind takes me tonight. First, I believe a scorching kiss would be in order. Yes, let's start there. I would be running my hands over and over your back as our kisses become more and more desperate. Yes, desperate is a good word for how I feel. I have been desperate for your touch for so long, I don't think I can remember when there was a time I wasn't. I am desperate to feel your hands on my body. Desperate for you to be everything I think you can be to me. Desperate for you to fill that empty space inside me, the one only you can fill. You break our kiss and we simply look at each other. I can feel the waves of sexual tension rippling between us. They are so strong I can almost come from them alone. I can't imagine what it will be like when we finally do make love with our bodies. For you see, we have been making love the most intimate way of all for years now, with our minds. I swear I have felt your mind touch me as you have thought of what you would like to do with me. It comes at the strangest times. Driving in the car, sitting in our office. Even once, during a rather nasty reprimand by Skinner. I look at you when I get these feelings and you look far away, but I know where you are. I am there with you, you just don't realize that yet. Now, I imagine that we look at each other and we know this is it. This is the moment of decision. I have wanted you for so long that the thought of finally having you scares me. Can I live up to what I think you want from me? Can we be together the way that we feel we can? Will this one time be enough? Will this sate us or will it cause the hunger I feel for you to become so intense that we are consumed by it, by each other? I pull your shirt from your jeans. I run my hands under your shirt. Running them from your chest to your stomach then around to your back. You feel so good. My hands can't get enough of the feel of your skin, your muscles, of the heat rising from your body. I lower my head to your chest and we just hold each other. Just enjoying the closeness of each other. We both want to take our time with this. This is not about sex. This is about making love to each other, slowly and thoroughly, for this may be the one and only time. You start to take off my shirt but I stop you. I need to be in control now. You seem to understand and acquiesce to my wishes. You pull your shirt over your head and we begin to kiss again. I break our kiss and start kissing your chest. Kissing and nipping my way down to your stomach. God, I love your stomach. I am a sucker for a man's stomach. I haven't even seen my favorite part of your stomach yet, but I am about to. I kneel before you. No belt, thank god. I can get to my goal that much faster now. I undo your button on your jeans and slowly lower the zipper. I spread open the fly as far as I can to reveal my absolutely favorite spot on a man's body. Well, maybe, the second favorite spot. I must taste this right now. And I do. Heaven. I run my hands over your stomach. This area is always so soft, and then there is that little trail of hair that disappears beneath your boxers. Yum, this is heaven. I kiss and lick and nip until I suddenly am reminded of where that trail of hair leads too. It reminds me I something else I have always wanted to taste. I take your hand in mine and pull you slowly towards my bedroom, using my other hand to grab the back of your neck to pull you down to me for a kiss. We enter my bedroom, finally breaking our kiss. I push you to sit on the edge of my bed. I sit on your lap, just looking into your eyes. They are full of so many emotions right now. I am sure they mirror mine. Part of me wants to just end it here, just knowing that you wanted me and loved me would be enough to last me the rest of my life. The other part knows that this wouldn't be enough -- I want it all, I want you. I get up from your lap and begin to remove your boots and then socks. I slowly run my hands back up your legs, looking into your eyes the entire time. I kiss you. You stand and as I am sitting on my bed watching you, you start to remove your jeans. I can not believe how incredibly sexy you look right now. You stand before me, barefooted, bare chested with that stubborn bit of hair in your eyes, and your jeans still on. This is my newest favorite look for you. Wonder if I could get you to come into the office this way? I must stare at you for longer than I thought. You touch my face wanting me to look into your eyes as you begin to take off your jeans and boxers. If I thought you were beautiful before nothing compares to the sight of you now. Magnificent. It is the only thing that comes to mind. I playfully pull you down to bed, then roll over you to straddle your hips. I wish we had time to laugh and play with each other. That can come later. I am too desperate right now. Running my hands over your chest, I decide it is time for you to see me. I take off my sweatshirt. Your hands immediately fly to my breasts, stroking and squeezing them lightly. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of your hands on my body. This is almost too much. Okay, enough of this. I am losing control here. I take your hands in mine and lean down to kiss you. I slowly kiss my way down your body. Taking my time, not wanting to miss anything on my way down. I stop at your thighs kissing them and massaging them with my hands. I start kissing all around your groin now. You begin to squirm, but I hold you still as best as I can. I put one hand under your balls testing the weight, trying to gauge how close you are. You are already very close. I must be careful, we don't want this to end to quickly. I then begin to very slowly drag my tongue up your shaft, swirling my tongue along the head, tasting you. I have always wanted to taste you; you are delicious. I pay close attention to the underside on the head of your penis. Knowing this is very sensitive, and that I am correct in this knowledge. You are now shaking, trying to regain control yourself. I lick my way up and down a few more times, trying to regain some of my control as well. On the next swirl of my tongue I take in as much of you as I can. I love the control I have while going down on a man. I used to see this as a chore, something that was expected of me. As I have gotten older, I consider it a pleasure. The old adage is true -- to give is better than to receive. You have your hands in my hair, not guiding or trying to force me down further. I think you just want to feel that I am here with you, this isn't a dream. I am no dream. It is me. I continue my ministrations with my mouth. Taking you in and out. Sucking and kissing. One hand is on your shaft and mimics the movements of my mouth. Squeezing you on the upstrokes, soothing you on the down strokes. The other still has your balls in it, slowly and carefully rolling them around, always aware of how close you are. They are already so tight, I know I can't do this much longer. I don't want to stop but I know if I don't, this will be over much sooner than either of us want it to be. I need to get out of my pants. I am so wet that they are uncomfortable. I climb off the bed and take off my pants as quickly as possible and rejoin you. As we are kissing, I take you in my hand, rubbing you against my clit, increasing my already heightened desire to an almost unbearable level. I know if I continue this, I will come and I don't want that, not yet. I want us to come together the first time. With you inside me, just as it was always meant to be. You roll me under you and kiss me, with a passion that I have never felt before, and am sure I will never feel again. I continue the roll and get you onto your back. I need my control. I break our kiss, straddling your hips once again. This is it. I look into your eyes. We acknowledge this moment and realize we can't go back, won't go back from here. We want this. We need this. You sense my hesitation. You looked scared. I lean down to give you a reassuring kiss. I pull back, looking at you. I brush the hair out of your eyes and you smile at me. A smile so beautiful and full of love that my heart breaks. I take you into my hand and lower myself onto you. My god. You feel incredible. We feel incredible. I give us a few minutes to gather ourselves. We are already so close. I slowly begin my movement. Up and down carefully at first, to become accustomed to you. I look at your face. Your eyes are closed but your expression is one of pure joy. I am doing this to you. I am making you happy, making you forget. If this were to end here tonight, at least I would know you were happy this night. So was I. I know start rocking back and forth in earnest. Changing the angle of penetration to increase our pleasure. You grab my head and pull me down in a kiss, which I can only describe as soul shattering. You leave my mouth, bending slightly to reach my breast. I am rocking as hard as I can now. Pressing down on you to get you in as deeply as possible. This is incredible, I can't tell you how this feels, I am speechless with pleasure. God, how I love this man. The sound of the phone snaps me out of my dream. Boy, that was a good one, I tell myself. There is no doubt in my mind who is on the phone. I don't want to answer it and shatter my post fantasy euphoria, but if I don't answer, he will just keep calling over and over again. "Hello." "Hey, Scully, what ya doin'?" If only he knew. Maybe I should tell him. Maybe this is our time to be together. I will never know if I don't take the chance. I have to take the chance. We can't deny this any longer. "Mulder, can you come over? We need to talk." The End