From: =?iso-8859-1?q?aRcaDIaNFalls?= Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 21:53:29 +1100 (EST) Subject: NEW: Hungry (1/1) by aRcaDIaNFall$ Source: xff TITLE: Hungry AUTHOR: aRcaDIaNFall$ FEEDBACK: arcadianfalls@yahoo.com.au RATING: R SPOILERS: Hollywood AD. CLASSIFICATION: UST SUMMARY: Missing scene from Hollywood AD. Mulder, Scully, one bathtub and an ice-cream sundae. Who is seducing who? AUTHOR'S NOTE: Quite different from what I normally write, but all the angst was getting me down and I needed some fluffy fun. Enjoy! --> http://www.geocities.com/arcadianfalls Hungry by aRcaDIaNFall$ "I think Shandling liked you a little too." I chuckled at the comment, albeit a little uneasily. "Yeah, well... I've still got Skinner on the other line, so I'll see you around, 'kay?" "Sure," she agreed. "Bye." I gave Skinner an excuse and hung up, getting out of the tub and towelling dry. There had been unmistakably relaxed affection in Scully's voice and I had a craving for her company, right then and there even though with our flight leaving soon I should really start packing. Perhaps the sudden desire rose out of the intimacy of the call. There was something very intimate, almost arousing, about calling a woman from a bathtub. Not just the nudity element, but the sheer eroticism of the situation. I pulled on jeans and a sweater. Scully's room door wasn't locked so I let myself in. "Scully? Hey, Scully?" She was nowhere in the hotel room, but the bathroom door was a little ajar. She was packing up her bathroom stuff. There was always so much of it. Why did women need so much? "Scully?" I pushed the door open. "Mulder!!" Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn't Scully in a bubblebath, hair up, wine glass in her hand. Damn the bubbles, I thought ferociously as I took in the scene. "What are you doing in here?!" she demanded. She made a move as if to get out of the bath but then sunk down again, trusting the bubbles to hide her. "You said you were packing!" I retorted defensively. "If I'd known you were in the bath I wouldn't have just -" Well, maybe I would have. "Okay, I fibbed," she admitted, reaching to put the wine glass down, careful to stay appropriately covered. As she looked back at me, a triumphance crossed her face. "Aha! I thought I heard a splash through the phone! You called *me* from the bathtub!" My hair was still wet, I realised. I glanced across at the wine glass, then at the bottle, wondering how much Scully had drunk. She seemed a little gigglier than usual, but the wine bottle was almost full, as was the glass. She shook her head, gesturing for me to leave. "Get out, Mulder." I smiled at her, for a fleeting moment considering turning the situation to my advantage. My libido was still on overdrive. But instead I obeyed, turning to leave. I had only taken a step, however, before I turned back. "I wasn't flirting with Tea Leoni, you know. I don't go for blondes." She smiled. "I know." The smile became a grin, and she looked at me demurely over the top of her wine glass. "And I don't blame her for having the hots for you." Hoo boy. Either Scully had already worked her way through a bottle of wine or she got tipsy very, very easily. "Well, well," I smiled. "Aren't we geting brave, Ms Scully?" She smiled, taking a sip and shaking her head in disbelief, giggling a little. "Mulder, I really think you should get out. If Skinner found -" "Scully, Skinhead is hardly likely to come barging into your bathroom," I objected. "You did." I grinned at her. "Yeah, but that's different. I'm me." "Oh, so you being my partner automatically grants you access to me regardless of where I am, including in the bath?" No, me being in love with you does that. "Exactly." She shook her head again, just looking oh so amused with me. "You're so full of it, Mulder." She took another sip, giggled again. How much *had* she had to drink already? I was about to pose the question when there was a knock at the door to the outer room. "Get that will you Mulder? It should be room service with my chocolate sundae." "You ordered a chocolate sundae?" "Why not?" She smiled at me innocently, then gestured. "Don't keep the man waiting." I obeyed, fetching the sundae, tipping the bellboy. I thought Scully might have taken the opportunity to get out of the bath in my absence but when I returned she was still wallowing contentedly in the bubbles. She reached out a hand for the dish but with a sudden wicked thought I held it out of her reach. "Come get it," I taunted playfully, fully aware of what I was doing, the limits I was pushing. Hell, I *felt* like pushing the limits. I was hungry for her. She splashed some of the bathwater at me and I took a step back to avoid it, smile growing. This was going to be fun. "Give it," she threatened. "Mulder, this is not funny." She was trying to maintain a stern expression but a smile kept involuntarily creeping onto her lips. I took a step closer to her again, then another, holding it closer to her but still just out of her reach. She stared at me, our eyes meeting in a tug of war. She must have seen the hunger in my eyes, the almost desperate lust for her. She lunged forward, grabbing the dish with two hands and sinking back into the water so fast I didn't even get a glimpse. But as I watched her digging into the icecream with the spoon, cracking the thin set chocolate surface, I felt my heart stop and my pants tighten. She had drawn herself more upright than before to eat, and far more of her breasts were exposed, the bubbles only just reaching up to cover the nipples. I studied the bare skin as if it were a master painting, the slopes, the roundness, the light downy hairs, the smooth, sudsy wetness, a pinky sheen to the creamy skin. The texture fascinated me, the softness, the areola, darker, bumpier... and I could see her left nipple, a darker pinkness through the bubbles, puckered and errect. "Want some?" I snapped my gaze to her face, wondering for a mortified moment how long I'd been staring at her bare chest, stunned by her question. But then I saw the dish she was offering me. "It's delicious," she added, as if tempting me. Her eyes were innocent and I didn't know whether her comments were intended to be as provocative as they sounded. "I'll pass," I said quickly, feeling with sudden certainty that I needed to escape the situation. I had no idea who was seducing who. "I'll go." She took another bite of the sundae, licking the spoon deliberately. "You're not afraid of seeing your partner naked, are you Mulder?" she challenged with that frustratingly unreadable innocence. I stared at her, amazed. She stared back at me, then chuckled, flushing a little, looking into her sundae. Was she embarrassed? I was still watching her and she knew it. She held the spoon up, staring at it contemplatively before licking it clean. "Mulder, could you fetch me my razor, please?" she requested offhandedly, barely looking at me. "My bag's on the counter." What was she trying to *do* to me? I wondered as I obeyed, feeling like a trespasser as I dug through her bag, past tampons and shampoo bottles and all else womanly to find it for her, passing it over. *Why* was she doing this? Even if she did have some reason for revenge - and I couldn't think of one - provocative innuendoes certainly weren't her style. "Damn. I forgot my shaving cream, didn't I? Could I borrow yours, Mulder?" Had she been drugged? Had somebody put something in her wine? "Sure," I agreed slowly, staring at her as she dug around in the sundae some more. I left, again half-expecting her to have locked the door when I returned, but she was where I had left her, sundae in one hand, wine glass in the other. She took a sip, savouring it before swallowing. "This is good. Have some." I took the glass hesitantly, handing over the shaving cream. She put both the sundae dish and the can of shaving cream down beside the bath, lifting one leg out of the tub. For somebody so short, she had such *long* legs... She squeezed herself a handful of cream and I wondered for a stunned moment if she was going to shave her legs in front of me - did she dare? But she paused, still sunk amongst the bubbles. "Okay, you can go now, Mulder." There was no question about it - I was immeasurably relieved. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to play this game. And yet, I wanted to get even. I wanted to get more physical. I knelt beside the tub, reaching out to indicate the corner of her mouth. "You've got chocolate sauce on your face." I leaned forward, only intending to wipe it off with my finger, but instead I lunged at her and *licked* it off, my hand cupping the side of her face. She was taken by surprise but reacted quickly, her own tongue flicking out to touch mine. In that brief moment I felt completely engulfed by her, swallowed up by her soft warmth. I caught the tip of her tongue gently between my teeth, then releasing her, wanting to kiss her properly but realising that in my hesitation the moment had passed. I drew back. "All gone," I said softly, looking into her wide eyes. I stood, trailing a fingertip along her leg as I rose, fighting the temptation to climb into the tub beside her, wrap my arms around her, and never let her go. She drew herself more upright, bending to lather a new handful of cream on her leg. The first had oozed through her clenched fingers, I noted. I could see the side of the bathtub where she'd gripped the rim, the partial handprint in shaving cream. Still leaning over so that her front was buried in bubbles, she picked up the razor, hesitated as if waiting for me to leave, which I didn't, then put it down again, picking up the glass of wine I'd put down for her. A hand strategically wrapped across her breasts, she sat upright and sipped, gazing at me. Then she smiled, raising the glass. "First we eat and drink," she said mischievously. "From there... who knows?" fin. ===== : VISIT aRcaDIaNFall$' X-FILES FANFIC : http://www.geocities.com/arcadianfalls/ - Buy, sell or finance a car..