From: "EPurSeMouve" Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2001 17:50:11 -0800 Subject: NEW: Feelin' Hot Hot Hot (1/1) by EPurSeMouve Source: xff TITLE: Feelin' Hot Hot Hot AUTHOR: EPurSeMouve [epursemouve@goplay.com] CATEGORY: Smut. Bad Crack. KEYWORDS: Bad Crack is involved. So beware. RATING: Smut and Bad Crack combined? Give it an R. SPOILERS: None. SUMMARY: Hot smut. The Bad Crack way. An answer to the IWTB list's hot smut challenge. DISCLAIMER: The Bad Crack has them now. I shouldn't be asked to write hot smut. This is what happens. Dedicated to my darling JHJ A., who ought to know better about leaving me unsupervised with the Bad Crack. This is all her fault. Really. Bad Crack means many things, friends. One of which is - read at your own risk. Feelin' Hot Hot Hot By EPurSeMouve epursemouve@goplay.com http://www.goplay.com/epursemouve/ Scully smoothed her hands over her blouse and slacks before knocking on the door. Mulder had invited her over with the lure of a "new investigation," but something in the tone of his voice had inspired her to change clothes three times. Something smelled ... different, and as she waited for Mulder to answer the door, she sniffed a few times. Was he... The door flew open, and she was barely able to confirm that, yes, Mulder was burning candles, before his arms surrounded her and his lips covered hers. A thousand thoughts flew through Scully's mind. But she only seized upon one -- "about damn time" -- and leaned into the kiss, nudging his lips with her tongue. He didn't take much nudging, though - it wasn't long before the front door was slammed closed and she was pressed against the back of it, trapped between a wall and a hard... She relished the contact for an instant before pushing Mulder back, taking his hand and moving them further into the apartment. He had attempted to clean up, she observed with a soft heart; he'd even made an attempt to hide the ubiquitous Playpens under the couch, the topless girls only visible from the neck up. The extra space made room for the candles, seemingly hundreds of them balanced on any flat surface available. They cast a soft seductive light over the desk, the fish tank ... and Mulder. He wasn't shirtless, and she decided that this had to change immediately. He apparently felt the same way, and it wasn't long before the outfit she'd chosen so carefully was scattered from the doorway to his couch. Bound tightly together in a searing embrace, they moved into the bedroom, only bumping into a few of the candles on their way. They fell onto the bed, and his hands drifted high and low, making her gasp and groan and reach for him as well. Soon, though, touching just wasn't enough, and Mulder began to slide down her body, his luscious mouth getting closer and closer to where her fire was so intense... "Scully," he asked, "do you smell something burning?" She locked her legs around his neck and pulled him closer. "Only us, Mulder. Only us." Both the arson unit and the insurance company concluded that the fire was the result of spilled candle wax, in conjunction with a polyester bra and the flammable stuffing of Agent Mulder's couch. The cheap paper of the magazines stuffed under the couch had served as an accelerant. After enough fires, anything seems funny to an arson unit. It was the rookie of the team who came up with the day's zinger, muttered under his breath as he photographed the two charred corpses, bound together by flame. "Damn," he said. "Talk about some hot sex." END Thanks to Token and Lysandra, for quickie beta that rocked the casbah. Liked it? Laughed? Planning to join me in hell? Feedback me - epursemouve@goplay.com. But please don't, uh, flame me.