From: Starbuck70@aol.com Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 21:46:05 EDT Subject: Impatience by b.fat **NC-17** Source: xff Title: Impatience Author: b.fat Email: Starbuck70@aol.com Rating: NC-17 (hide the kiddies) Spoilers: nope, not a one Category: VRH Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance MPOV Summary: Honestly, this is the most plotless and pointless piece I have ever written in my life. PWP to the nth power (and too short for a summary anyway). :) Disclaimer: It's all over now anyway, who gives a flaming fart? Notes: I wrote this because I was waiting for a download to finish and I was depressed that there were no stories in my email box to read while I was waiting. Sooo... that means no beta no editing no nothin'. This is for everyone else on the mailing lists who is depressed about there being no stories. It may not be good, but it's better than nothin'. :D ** I previously posted under the name Starbuck, but because the name is so popular, and relatively unoriginal (no offense to the other Starbucks...), I decided to switch to my high school nickname... if you're curious, you'll have to ask. :P ** ~*~*~*~*~ Impatience ~*~*~*~*~ The last time I went over to Scully's place, we didn't even make it to the couch before ripping off each other's clothes and falling to the floor in a big pile of skin and lust. Today, I'm hoping we can make it a little longer... I brought something special for her. I told her I was coming over tonight, but I didn't mention what time. I'm a little earlier than I had planned to be, so I hope she's home. Ready or not, here I come. I knock on the door and hear her shuffling about on the other side. "Just a sec!" she shouts. When she opens the door, her hair is all but plastered to her scrubbed face, wet and uncombed from the hot shower, and she is wearing nothing but her thin terrycloth bathrobe. Ready or not, indeed. It may be my fault if we don't make it to the bedroom this time. "Why Agent Scully," I say, feigning shock. "I do believe you are naked under that robe." She just smiles at me and backs away from the door to let me in. I enter, but not before bending down to kiss her makeup-free lips. "Hey, sexy." I whisper against her ear. She swats me on the ass before pushing the door closed behind me. "Hey," she says. "I didn't know what time you'd be here, or I'd have left off the robe." She tries, but she can't quite keep the smirk off her face. It's alright, neither can I. Now that the door is closed and separating us from the outside world, she moves to me to get a proper kiss. I do not disappoint. She leans up and I scoop her into my arms, pulling her tightly against me so that her toes just barely touch the floor. She laughs into my mouth at the weightless feeling, then stops abruptly when she feels my hand slide inside her robe to rub gently against the underside of her breast. Oh, Scully. She makes patience so hard. She makes other things hard too... "Mmm... Scully, did you miss me?" I ask as she begins to untuck my shirt. "Just parts of you," she says as she reaches for my zipper. "Scully, you wound me!" She chuckles into my mouth. "I saw you two hours ago." "Still..." I trail off, distracted by the feel of her hand wrapping around my erection. I moan as she begins to stroke me, nibbling on the top of her ear. "Bedroom, Scully. Let's see if we can make it." She laughs against me and begins backing towards the hallway. Once inside, I reach for the tie on her robe and pull it, revealing a gloriously naked Scully underneath. She lets the robe fall to the ground and now I am the only one clothed. She moves to remedy the predicament quickly, pulling my shirt over my head as I kick of my shoes and socks. My pants, already unbuttoned, drop to the floor next, quickly followed by my boxer shorts. Now we are even. "Scully," I say distractedly. She pulls me to the bed but whispers, "Hm?" "I brought something for you," I tell her. "I know, I can see that." She reaches for me again. Laughing, I try to push her hand away. "No no no. I mean I brought something *else* for you." She groans when I try to back away, wrapping her legs around my waist to hold me to her on the bed. "Later," she says, pulling me down for a kiss. I decide that it can wait as I move comfortably into the cradle of her hips. I kiss down her neck, licking and biting and making her whimper, her hands threaded through my hair. When I reach one impossibly soft breast, I lick my way to its peak and begin sucking gently on the taut nipple. "Mulder," she moans. God, I love the way that sounds coming from her. I kiss my way to the other breast and do the same thing there, eliciting a gasp from her that spurs me on. I begin to kiss my way down her stomach, but her hands tighten in my hair and pull me back up. "No, Mulder," she whispers. "Not now. I want you in me." I shudder at the words and place a long soft kiss on her lips, reaching my hand down between her legs. She dripping wet and swollen, and her back arches against my hand. "Please," she moans. She moves a hand between us and guides my shaft to her entrance. As I slide into her tight, hot depths, I look up into her eyes and whisper softly to her. "I love you, Scully." She smiles at me through the curtain of hair over her eyes, and I brush it away, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. "I love you," she says softly. Then I bury my face in the crook of her neck and begin sliding in and out of her with all the passion that I can muster. She gasps and moans, arching beneath me and kneading the muscles of my back. I balance on one arm, reaching between us to rub her sensitive bundle of nerves and she is lost, groaning my name and shuddering against me. Soon, I am lost too. When the earth has stopped spinning around us and I realize that her breathing must be strained from my weight pushing her into the mattress, I roll off of her and pull her into my arms. She buries her face in my chest and sighs, her nails scraping lightly against my hip. "Can I give you your present now?" I ask after a few minutes of quiet bliss. She props her chin on my breastbone and smiles at me. "Of course," she says. I gently slide out from under her and move to my pants pocket, pulling out the small gift. I move back to the bed and hand it to her with a grin. She eyes the small box nervously, and when she sees the store name printed on the outside, panic creeps over her face. I can see the wheels spinning in her head, and I struggle not to laugh. With a terrified sigh, she opens the lid. Her face goes blank, then to utter confusion, then indignant, and finally, she settles on laughter. "Mul-derrr," she whines, pulling out the ring. The cheap tin setting holds a pair of little plastic green aliens with a heart between them. She laughs again and moves to slip it onto her ring finger, but I catch her hand before she is able and take the ring from her. I turn to her and say in my best southern hick drawl, "Baybe will you be mah sweet hunni-bunch?" She just laughs at me and smacks me on the shoulder lightly as I slide the ring onto her finger. I lean down to kiss her and she meets me half way. The End! ~*~*~*~*~ Hoo boy! I think that's the naughtiest thing I've ever written in my life... I'm not usually a big NC-17 writer, but I'm becoming more fond of it. :) Let me know if you liked it... or if you hated it, I don't care. I just point and laugh at flames anyway. p.s. I warned you that there was no plot at all. I wasn't kidding. Send feedback to Starbuck70@aol.com.