From: "Leslie Cummings" <scully9485@hotmail.com>
Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2003 00:26:13 +0000
Subject: Inebriation Series 7: Jello Shots
Source: direct

Title: Inebriation Series 07- Jello Shots

Authors: Barenaked Bostonian and TriplePirouette

Rating: HUGELY NC-17. Lauren went ALL OUT in this one! Hehehe.

Category: MSR, V, S

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Disclaimer: Lauren owns them, she just lets me play with them from time to 
time.

Distribution: Okay with us, as long as you can archive the other ones!

Spoilers: Not a one!

Summary: Jello is just so jiggly! How much fun can Mulder and Scully have 
with it?

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"For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not, 
desolation."
Henry VI, Act iii, Sc.2
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There was something funny about taking a Jello shot. It was supposed
to slide down your throat just like a shot.. But still looking at it
in it's tiny little cup, Scully was tempted to split it in half and
suck on it like she would normal Jello. Something told her that doing
that would be bad, though. Mulder was still staring at her, his shot
long gone, the little cup in his hand empty. He seemed confused more
than anything as she considered the jiggly substance, wondering why
she didn't just throw it back.

Finally she shifted her eyes between him and the cup then threw it
back, letting it slide down her throat. There was no burning like you
would feel with a normal shot- no tingle that spread to your limbs
telling you that you had just ingested something dangerous... it just
felt... like Jello.  He took the tiny cup from her hand and put it on
the table next to them in a little pile of cups the guests had begun.

They were at an engagement party for one of Scully's friends from
Graduate school, Jennifer Turner, soon to be Mrs. Robert Johnson.
Jennifer had recently come to the DC area, but she and Scully had been
keeping in touch for all the years since Grad School. The evening had
been going smoothly. No one knew Mulder, didn't have any expectations
when it came to his background or his profession. The few old school
chums that knew Scully didn't really know about her present job in the
bowels of the J. Edgar Hoover building and were content to talk about
the bygone days of staying up late to write term papers and making fun
of old professors.

Mulder had made some conversation at the party; met the groom to be
and some of his friends, chatting for a few minutes about everything
from baseball to politics. But what he most enjoyed about the party
was watching Scully. Before they had served dinner she sat in the
living room with the bride to be and their fellow alumni talking and
laughing. Her dress was red, her hair was wavy and primped, and her
eyes shone as she laughed. In between sips of white wine she and the
other women would let out huge fits of laughter, catching up on the
stories of the lives they've lived so far.

She was a vision, breaking away from what would be considered the
norm. She had made a comment to him as they entered the house, that
she wasn't sure howto act in public anymore, after so many years sans
a social life. Now, Mulder was confident that Scully was perfectly at
ease.

He had discovered that there were jello shots to be had, when the best
man's wife took a shot off of his stomach amidst much shouting and
laughing. He couldn't remember the last time he had taken a Jello shot
and the prospect of having one was highly tempting. So, he sought them
out, finding them being served not at the bar, but lined up in little
cups on the kitchen table. The array of colors was what struck him
initially, blue, red, green, pink, orange, purple. Every kind of jello
imaginable mixed with a dash of straight vodka and refrigerated to
make the perfect fun drink.

He had picked one up and stared at it for a moment, watching the faint
jiggling of the gel.  It was almost mesmirizing, the color and the
texture.  He plucked another one off of the table and sought Scully
out.

That had been before dinner. Now, everyone was practically bouncing
off the walls of the small townhouse, either a bit tipsy or just plain
having fun. He was sitting next to Scully in an overstuffed love seat
and she had just thrown back her third Jello shot of the night.

"What flavor was it?" Mulder leaned close to her ear to ask her after
he saw her face go sour. She tipped her head and said into his ear
over the roar of the background music that it was strawberry-banana.

"What about yours?" she asked. All night they had been taking shots
from the kitchen table, picking different colors and guessing flavors.
It made it slightly more fun that way.

Mulder tipped his head in thought, "You know, I'm not sure." he said
as he looked at her, moving his tongue around in his mouth, trying to
get some kind of residual taste. He could see a spark of something in
Scully's eyes, but before he could figure out what it was, he felt her
lips on his, then her insistent tongue pushed it's way into his mouth.
He began to reciprocate the passionate kiss, but before he could even
move his arms around her body she pulled away. He looked at her with
amazement and surprise in his face.

She smiled slyly at him, "Raspberry." then she winked. "Definitely
raspberry."

He licked his lips and smiled at her. "You little minx you. You do
realize we are in public." He grabbed her hand and wrapped it in his,
his other hand moving to stroke her thigh.

"Mulder, we're among friends..." She trailed off and she tipped her
head back and began to suck on his neck.  He was startled for a moment
and then sunk back into the couch when he realized that there was no
one else in the room.

"Scully, I think I should warn you, I won't be held accountable for my
actions if you choose to continue." She giggled against his skin and
pulled herself away from his skin. She licked her lips and then
settled back to place her head on his shoulder. He sighed and tilted
his head against hers.

They sat in silence for a few moment before Mulder broke the silence.
"You know, I really like your friends. They're a nice bunch of folks."
He ruffled her hair a bit and laughed.

"You know- never gave it a thought about how much I missed having
friends like these until tonight- it was so nice just to relax and...
well, be myself." She hesitated and he could tell there was something
else she wanted to say.

"And?" He prodded, pulling her closer.

";And..."She took a deep breath and let it out. ";And, as much as I
love you and can be myself around you, you just can't make up for
that... well...  girl talk, and memories, and shared times that I have
with these girls. No expectations about being some kind of perfect
stoic field agent- I mean, we would all take care of each other when
we'd wake up with hangovers after parties, and these same girls would
sit with me for hours debating new advances in science. It's just...
irreplaceable."

He looked a ther for a moment and the stared out the open window. His
hand rubbed up and down her forearm lightly, reassuring her a bit. "I
know Scully, and I'm sorry..." He avoided bringing himself into the
picture.  "That you don't have that anymore. Maybe you, maybe we,
should make some more time so you can fall back in with them." He
continued to stare, hence missing Scully's open mouth.

"Mulder, Mulder, you just offered me free time, away from work, do you
realize what you're saying?" She asked in jest, a smile laced into her
voice. His eyes met hers once more, regret and humor mixed together in
their hazel depths.

"I think I can handle it Scully." Leaning over, he kissed her on the
forehead and the grabbed her by the hand, pulling her to her feet.
"Let's get back to the par-tay." They walked together down the hall
and joined the group back in the kitchen where the rest of the Jello
was disappearing rapidly. Mulder elbowed his way through the crowd and
scooped up four tiny glasses.

He handed two to Scully, who was now in the family room, lounging in
an overstuffed armchair.

The shots went down smoothly and quickly. Mulder faked not knowing a
flavor to gain a quick kiss from Scully. Soon enough the townhouse
began to empty out. The newly engaged couple were pawing at each
other, and though everyone was having fun, the guests seemed to
understand that it was time to make a quick exit. Mulder and Scully
made thier way to thank them and say thier goodbyes. As they were
shaking hands and exchanging goodbyes, Mulder couldn't help but notice
that Scully's hand had moved from his back to his ass, and began
rubbing small circles there. A smile crept onto his face as they
exited the house and he grabbed the offending hand in his own.

He turned to her as they hit the sidewalk and began walking the five
blocks back to her apartment, her hand clasped in his. In her eyes he
saw something beautiful, unadulterated joy and happiness. She was
happy- high on life and a little liquor. She leaned her body into his
and kissed him. He could still taste the orange flavor of the last
shot she had downed. She leaned into him more heavily to deepen the
kiss and laced her arms around his neck.  As he stood there kissing
her he could feel something bubbling up inside him, an idea that had
been nagging in his brain all night. Right now, tonight, they had been
normal. No Mr. and Mrs. Spooky, no government conspiracies, no aliens,
no cancer, nothing. They had been at a party where she was happy and
he had a conversation with intelligent people about normal every day
things.  They had been normal, if only for one night.

It bubbled up inside him until he couldn't help but smile against her
mouth.  In return she pulled away until their lips were barely
touching and smiled just as big, if not bigger. "What?" She asked into
his mouth. Then, he worked off of impulse. Suddenly he picked her up
in his arms and spun her around a few times, causing an amazing giggle
to spill from her lips and for her arms to tighten around his neck. He
stopped, her still in his arms in the air and just looked at her with
amazement. "What?" She repeated through her giggles.

"I love you." Was all he could utter."I love you so much!" He said,
lifting her a bit higher before he put her back down, leaving her
still in his embrace.

"Mulder, stop." She said, trying to push him off of her. "None of
that.  You're half way to wasted, we need to get you inside. Leaving
him with a sly grin, he slipped her finger through a loop on his belt
and pulled him up the stairs to the front door. Once they made it to
the elevator and were safely inside, she gently pushed him up against
the wall and attacked his lips with hers.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mulder asked her as he roughly
pushed his hands into her hair.

"I am if you're thinking that this elevator is too damn slow." Her
lips were back on his just as the duo heard the annoying 'ding'
signaling that they had reached her floor. Scully gave a resignated
sigh and took Mulder by the hand, leading him down the hall. Taking
the keys from her purse, she quickly unlocked the door and got the two
of them inside.

Mulder walked past her to the couch and took off his coat, leaving him
in a blue button down shirt and muted blue tie to match his navy
pants. He turned his back to Scully, and heard her lock the door with
a snick as he took out his wallet and keys from his pockets, putting
them with his coat. When he didn't hear her walk towards him he turned
around. He was just in time to catch Scully as she jumped into his
arms, locking her legs around his waist.

She pressed her lips to his with a fevered kiss."Mmmm." He moaned.
"What's gotten into you?" He laughed as he let one of his arms grasp
her more securely around her firm ass.

A hint of mischief glinted in her eyes. "I love you." She bit her
bottom lip and ran her fingers through his hair with a pressure that
could only be described as possesive. "And I want to make love to you
until I can't remember my name."

Mulder laughed then, he had never heard Scully say something so, so
sentimental and sappy. "Must have been the Jello, couldn't have been
the vodka." He said. He then walked the two of them haphazardly down
the hall into her bedroom. He nearly tossed her onto the matress,
causing her to break out in laughter. He climbed onto the bed and
straddled her hips, running his open palms up her calves, her thighs
and kneaded the flesh on either side of her stomach.

Scully moaned, knowing exactly what Mulder was doing. He was getting
back at her for saying such a cheesy thing to him. He was torturing
her with his hands, and now, with his mouth. Mulder's lips attached to
Scully's pulse point on her throat and didn't let up.

She ran her fingers through his hair and began moving her legs up and
down beneath her, trying to get some kind of friction going. All she
felt through her body was euphoria. She couldn't explain the feeling,
but it was there, and the need to feel complete, to have Mulder buried
deep inside her, was overwhelming. She took his hands from her torso
and put them on her breasts, using her hands to move his over her
sensitive flesh. She felt him smile against her neck.

When she was confident he wasn't going to stop she began to remove his
clothes feverishly, and pulled his earlobe into her mouth, sucking,
licking and biting it as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie.
Not wanting to relinquish his touch for a second, she left his shirt
on, but ran her hands sensuously over his now exposed flesh. She ran
them down his pecks and abs then dragged her nails up his back,
sending shivers down his spine. She pushed her tongue into the
sensitive spot right behind his ear, then blew cool air onto it,
knowing it drove him nuts.

When she felt his pelvis buck into hers and his hot arousal nudging
her thigh through his pants, she knew that he was hot, and ready- and
she could not wait another second.

"Unh, Scully, Scully wait, let me get this shirt off." He said
attempting to pry himself away from her for a moment. He sat up with
lightning speed and divested himself of his shirt. He tossed it
somewhere in the vacinity of her dresser and went back to kissing her.

As his mouth ravaged hers he flipped them over, pulling her on top of
him.  He drew his hands up her thighs and under the slip dress she was
wearing. In one swift movement he had the red satin bunched up under
hear arms, and she disengaged herself long enough for him to pull the
offending garment off before she attacked him again with a ferocity
that made the bed springs squeak.

He flipped them back over and he felt her hands go right to his groin.
She grabbed him roughly through his pants which made him groan loudly
in surprise. He looked down at her with passion clouded eyes and saw
her need reflected back at him. Her hand went from his cock to his
belt and she expertly began to unbuckle him. He took the opportunity
to look at her choice of underwear for the evening. Red lace. Nothing
more. Her panties were barely a scrap of red lace that almost couldn't
hide her red curls, and her bra was the same pattern of lace,
strapless and undeniably sexy with the tips of her nipples just
peaking out of the top, friction having gotten the best of the sexy
material.

He felt his pants slide down his body and Scully's hands graze over
his hip bones as she moved them into his boxers. He knew she was going
to try to shock him by doing something, her hand inching closer to
him, so he took the offensive and dove his head t her chest, pulling a
nipple from the lace with his teeth and sucking hard. When he heard
her cry out he grazed over her with his teeth and she arched off the
bed, pushing herself into his mouth.  He took the opportunity to reach
a hand behind her and unclasp the bra, flinging it away from them. Her
hands move ferociously, pushing his boxers to his ankles and in one
hand grabbing a well toned ass cheek, in the other stroking his cock.
The sensation caused him to gasp, releasing the nipple from his mouth,
only to push cold air over it, sending Scully into a shudder as well.

Mulder growled and lifted Scully to him, pushing her further back onto
the bed, then stepping out of his pants and boxers before reaching
toward scully. He grasped her hips roughly and pushed his face to her
core, turning his head he took a deep breath in through his nose and
flicked out his tongue to lick her inner thigh.  Then his hands
grasped the only piece of fabric left between them and roughly pulled
the lace from her body to reveal Scully. She sat on the bed, legs bent
at the knees and spread, her warm center dripping and sparkling with
moistness for him, and propped up on her elbows, her head throw back
in ecstacy. In one swift movement he pushed his body up and took her
to him, pressing his cock against her core and letting his mouth dance
over her neck.

Scully's hand stole down his body quickly, slying, brushing over all
of the sensitive areas that she knew. She smiled a bit when he groaned
out, sounding like he was in pain from holding back so long. She
brought her hand around to his cock and stroked him lightly, enough to
let him know that she was onto him, but not enough to bring about any
satisfaction. He groaned again, this time louder and more drawn out.
She gave in and wrapped her hand firmly around his cock and began to
stroke him in time with his breathing.

Mulder's eyes slipped shut and he placed more of his weight on Scully,
still supporting himself on his elbows, but only barely. She knew if
she kept doing what she was doing *their* party would be over sooner
than expected.  So, with one last stroke and a lingering caress to his
balls, Scully pulled off and brought her hand up to his back.

Scrathcing her nails harshly into the tanned skin of his back, she
drew a path from his lower back all the way up to his neck and then
thrust both of her hands into his hair. Latching on, she pulled his
head so that they were eye to eye and spoke.

"If you're not in me in three seconds, I pull my gun out of the
bedside table and end your misery."

He was in her before she completed the sentence.

"Oh jesus Mulder!" She sighed through gritted teeth. her eyes slipped
shut and she panted for a moment. He rested inside her briefly so that
she could get used to the feeling and then began stroking in and out
slowly, torturing her as she was torturing him earlier. His cock
bumped against her cervix and she gritted her teeth to keep from
crying out.

Mulder dropped his lips to her face and began kissing her all over.  
He buried his face in her neck for a moment to regain some semblance
of composure and began thrusting into again, faster this time. Scully
wrapped her legs higher upon Mulder's torso, throwing his rhythm off a
bit at first.

"Scully, Scully, do something for me." he panted in between thrusts.
Scully opened her eyes and peered up at him.

"Wha- what!?" She said, a bit too loud, as if she was shouting.

"Unnn, talk, say something dirty." He thrust into her with abandon,
but stopped when she said nothing. "Scully! God, Scully, what's
wrong?"

"Talk... dirty huh?" She said, swiveling her hips and raising her
lower body to meet his. Mulder's eye slipped shut and he resumed
fucking her.

"Mulder, fuck Mulder. Your cock feels so good inside me. You're so
hard.  Jesus Mulder, fuck my... fuck my..." She hesitated before she
said it, not knowing how he would take it, how he would react. "Fuck
my cunt."

Mulder's eye promptly popped open to gauge Scully's reaction. There
was a grin on her face but she was a bit unsure. He smiled a bit, and
groaned.  "Fuck, fuck Scully. Jesus." Then he went wild, fucking into
her fast and hard, not pausing for an instant.

The harder he crashed into her the more she wanted from him. One of
his hands grabbed her breast roughly, grinding a nipple between his
fingers. "Oh yes!" She screamed, her nails digging into one of his ass
cheeks and the other writhing over her head in her ecstacy. She pulled
her legs up higher and he slipped his arm under one throwing it over
his shoulder. They both grunted in pleasure as this threw off his
leverage and pushed him even deeper into her. She could feel every
inch sliding in and out, his pelvis connected with her clit with every
rough thrust, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"Don't...fucking... stop... OH! Fuck... yeah... God... Mulder..." The
words couldn't come to her... coherence was out the window and all she
could think was the feeling of flesh against flesh, their sweaty
bodies slapping together in heated passion.

Mulder let his head hang low, his bangs barely brushing along Scully's
collarbone. Now, every time he thrust, he let out a grunt. Sweat
fromhis forehead dripped down onto Scully's chest and sent pinpricks
of unusual pleasure tracing back up her spine.

Mulder felt his orgasm coiling in the base of his spine. Reaching
down, he swiped at Scully's clit lightly, barely. She cried out in
pleasure, so he did it again, but harder this time. Mulder felt her
muscles tighten around him as she cried out in unabashed pleasure.

Her orgasm tore through her quickly, but was prolonged by Mulder's
insistant thrusts. Unable to hold back any longer, he let his release
flood through him. Scully felt his come wash over her and sighed.
Mulder collapsed on top of her as she came and she gladly accepted his
sweaty weight.

She ran her arms and legs over his sweaty body, feeling so complete
and content in this moment. His heavy breathing into her neck matched
her own heaves that made her chest push him up and down ever so
slightly. He slowly began placing butterfly kisses across her
collarbone; not in an arousing way, but a calming reminder of his love
for her. She let her hands tangle in the short hairs at the base of
his skull, pressing his face into her chest, relishing the contact.

It was several minutes before he rolled off of her, pulling her onto
her side and snuggling her into his chest as he laid on his back. He
pulled the sheet from under him and laid it over them, keeping the
chill off of their sweat shined bodies. Now it was her turn to plant
kissed on his shoulder as her nimble fingers twirled in the tiny hairs
on his chest.

Mulder's eyes began to get heavy under her gentile caress when he felt
her pull from his embrace. He sat up to see her walking from the
bedroom naked. "Scully?" He asked.

She stopped and turned her torso to him, which bounced her hair over
her shoulder and gave him a beautiful view of her round ass and a peak
at one erect nipple. "I'm going to get a snack," she said quite
matter-of-factly.

"A snack?" Mulder was baffled. "Scully, I don't think I can eat
anything right now. I don't think I want to. Come back to bed..." He
patted the mattress next to him.

A devilish smile overtook her face as she winked at him and turned to
saunter out of the room and to the kitchen. Her voice floated back to
him in a teasing tone.

"Oh, Mulder. There's always room for Jello." 
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Notes:

Leslie: Holy MOTHER OF GOD! We started AND finished this in less then
a month, that in itself is stunning, but in ONE NIGHT! Damn girl,
you've got SOME stamina. I have to pour all of my thanks in a neat
shot and feed it to Lauren because she took this one and COMPLETELY
ran with it. I'm so friggin proud. I remember when we were writing IS
6 and you were all skeptical, but WOW. That's all I have to say, A+
girl. I was going to make us some Jello shots, but I only seem to have
instant pudding. Care to experiment?

One more thing, it's positively lovely out now, it's weather that one
would expect in autumn. Only problem is, it's summer, and this AIN'T
VANCOUVER!

Lauren: Hum... pudding shots.. Maybe we can get it to taste like a
mudslide..... anywhoooo. I am definitely proud of this showing. Not
only is this my triumphant return to fic after a rough school year,
but it is my crowning achievement in SMUT! *Takes a bow* Yes, thank
you! And, we did it in one night.. I attribute that to my lack of a
sex life right now- but that's not the subject at hand ;-) We rock. If
you liked it, let us know- e-mail us! Praise will be responded to-
flames will be used to make s'mores!

BNLXPhile12:  GAH!!!!
DSUOphelia5:  Where did you go?!?!?!?!?
BNLXPhile12:  Got booted!
BNLXPhile12:  Had to.. reboot... heheh
DSUOphelia5:  Happens to you a lot, huh? I guess my story was just too 
steamy for your hard drive!
DSUOphelia5:  :-D