From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 02:00:10 -0600
Subject: Innocent Little Box (1/2) by Kate G and Kell Moreland
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Title: Innocent Little Box
Authors: Kate G. and Kelly Moreland
Rating: R. "Erotic...yeah..."
Summary: Oh, some late Valentine smut!
Classification: I seem to see some major UST here!
Spoilers: Small one for Millennium.
Feedback: The way to this author's heart! Mail to
uberkate@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are most definitely ours!
Author's Notes: See end of story.
 
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February 14, 2000
7:30am
 
Mulder walked into the office and slammed his briefcase onto
his desk, "Dammit, forgot those stupid files on my
nightstand." He left, closing and locking the door to the
office behind him; Scully could let herself in whenever she
showed up.
 
8:15am
 
Scully unlocked the door and poked her head in, finding the
office empty, but seeing Mulder's briefcase on the desk.
Then something red and shiny caught her eye, the light from
the skylights reflecting off of it. Curiosity getting the
better of her, she walked over to examine
the object. What she found was more interesting than the
morning expense reports, for sure.
 
It was candy, in a heart shaped box, wrapped in shiny red
paper. There was a card on the top, but no name on it.
Looking behind her and finding no one, she used one
fingernail to lift up just the edge of the card to peek at
it. It had her name on it! Oh, God, it was from
Mulder!
 
Dear God, he got me a gift for Valentine's Day, she thought,
feeling completely giddy all of a sudden. It was a cheesy
box of candy, but who the hell cared. Not once in the almost
seven years that they had worked together had he bought her
a gift for Valentine's Day.
 
"I didn't get him anything," she said to no one in
particular. "What the hell does this mean?" Before she could
ponder it further, she heard footsteps coming down the hall
and she quickly pulled her chair up to the desk and put the
candy back beside his briefcase.
 
"Hi Scully," he called to her. He was surprised to hear not
her usual mumble of, 'Morning,' back, but a full "Hi Mulder,
" and the biggest grin he had ever seen on her face.
 
"Um, hi Scully. What's up?"
 
"Not much...thanks for the gift."
 
"What gi..., oh...," he said as she held up the package of
candy for him to see.
 
"Thank you for remembering Valentine's Day, Mulder. I'm
sorry, I don't have anything for you. I, uh, I wasn't
expecting this."
 
He just smiled and sat down at the desk across from her. And
his dilemma started playing over in his mind. So, it was
Valentine's Day.
Huh, news to him! And since he didn't get the candy for
Scully, he could only imagine that it was another guy, and
he was not fine with that. Despite the fact that nothing
besides a small kiss had happened between Scully and
himself, he didn't want some Casanova horning in on
his Scully. 
 
"Mulder, Mulder...are you still with me?" She asked,
snapping her fingers in front of his face.
 
"Always, Scully."
 
"I asked you if you wanted some of the chocolate that you
gave me? It's really good; I've had a couple of pieces
already. It's really good," she said, dragging the second
really out in a most fascinating way. 'Did I just do that?'
She thought. Then she offered the box
across the desk.
 
"Sure, thanks, " he said taking a single piece from the box,
keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole time. He popped
the candy in his mouth and let it melt. "Wow, this really is
good." Taking another piece he put it in his mouth slowly,
while he watched Scully stare at his lips.
 
Then he watched Scully do the exact same thing, only slower
and with more tongue. He sucked his breath in sharply when
he saw her run the tip of her tongue over her lips, making
sure to taste all the sweetnessof the candy.  After sucking
all the chocolate off of her fingers too, she pushed the box
back to him, nodding to let him know it was his turn again.
 
Not wanting to be outdone, he repeated her performance from
moments ago. He saw her eyes flicker and dance when he
started on his fingers.
 
The chocolate was forgotten in between them as Mulder caught
Scully's wrist when she went to reach for the next piece.
 
"Mulder...," she said softly, watching him turn her hand
over and raise her wrist slowly to his lips.
 
"Yes, Scully...,"
 
"What's your ultimate Valentine's Day date?"
 
"Huh?" He asked, grazing his lips over her pulse point.
 
"What would your best Valentine's Day entail?" Removing her
wrist from his grasp, she saw the look of disappointment on
his face and quickly pressed her fingertips against his lips
to have them kissed.
 
Mulder placed several long slow kisses on her fingers and
then laid her hand back onto the desk. "Well, Scully, since
it's rather risk-ae, so I better lower my voice and tell you
in secret," he told her as he moved his chair to sit
directly in front of her.
 
The desk no longer a barrier, Scully reached out to grab one
of Mulder's large hands and rub her thumb and fingernails
over it gently. "Why, Agent Mulder, do you mean to tell me
that your best Valentine's Day would involve
something...kinky?" She gave his hand a good rake with her
nails on the last word. He simply closed his eyes briefly,
then took a piece of candy out with his free hand
and put it up to her lips.
 
"Open," he commanded, and she did as he wished. He put the
chocolate into her mouth and she closed her lips around the
candy and his index finger looking completely innocent, but
then sucking it a moment before releasing it. He shuddered
and took his hand away from her, only to lay it on the side
of her neck, pulling her closer, but gently. He was giving
her plenty of time to change her mind.
 
"You were going to tell me about your kinkiness, Mulder." So
she wasn't changing her mind.
 
"Ah, yes...well it starts out early. In bed," he said
lifting his eyebrows in a suggestive gesture. "My partner
and I," he saw her eyebrows fly up at that, "bed-partner
that is...we eat breakfast there." At the word eat Scully
stopped him to feed him another piece of chocolate.
 
"Um, that's so good...anyway, then after we finish all the 
strawberries and whipped cream, we lay around a bit before
getting up to get ready for the day."
 
"Strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast?" Scully asked
him with a squeeze of her hand.
 
"Oh yes, Scully, and they do get so messy...especially on
your fingers and your mouth," he told her, running his
fingertips along her jaw and cheek. "So we have to shower
together to get all the stickiness off of us," he said,
tracing her nose. He kept that up, silent for awhile, until
she said, "Us, Mulder?"
 
"Um, well, my bed-partner and I, that is," he said, resuming
the tracing of her face. He noticed that her other hand had
traveled over to his forearm and was moving slowly up under
the cuff of hisjacket to get contact with his skin.
 
She dropped his other hand and moved her now free one up to
touch around his eyes as he started to speak again.
 
"Then after the shower, we go back to bed to...do things."
She sighed as he moved his other hand to her thigh and
started kneading it over her skirt. Her eyes were completely
shut now, and she wastaking in all his words and he could
see she was starting to get flush.
 
"What type of things Mulder, tell me."  Even with her eyes
closed she could tell that she was leaning closer and closer
to him, she could feel the heat off of his face.
 
"Can't tell you that here Scully, someone might
hear...unless I get real close and whisper in your ear," he
told her, leaning in even as he spoke the words. His lips
were mere inches from hers, and the New Years kiss was
replaying in his mind's eye over and over again.
 
"Go ahead, get closer, tell me," she whispered. And her nose 
made sudden contact with his cheek. The touch electrified
her nose, but she nuzzled him anyway. All of her nerve
endings seemed to be in the tip of her nose...until she felt
his lips brush over her earlobe, and a shiver went through
both of them.
 
"Mulder, you're not saying anything," she murmured into his
cheek.
 
"I'm not?"
 
"No, but just tell me one thing, honestly..."
 
"Anything, Scully."
 
"Are you really talking about me in this story?"
 
"What do you think Agent?" He replied as he darted his
tongue out to lick her earlobe.
 
"I don't think it, Mulder, I know it. I know you are talking 
about me," she gasped as he finally closed his lips around
her earlobe and gave it a quick nibble, before moving down
to her neck.
 
His hand went behind her neck and held her firmly in place,
while his other hand traveled scandalously further and
further up her thigh.
 
"What do we do the rest of the day, Mulder?" She asked,
moving both of her hands to his chest to go under his
jacket.
 
"Oh, we stay there the rest of the day and...do things we
have been waiting a long time to do..."
 
They sat there across from each other kissing each other's
necks and ear and face until time ran together into a big
blur. They both failed to notice the footsteps coming down
the hall until,
 
"What the HELL?"
 
"Jesus, Frohicke!" Mulder cried as Scully jumped up and away 
from him, trying to straighten her skirt, blouse and hair.
 
"What were you two doing man?" The little man asked Mulder.
 
"What did it look like, Melvin?" Mulder asked him.
 
Looking around the room, at anything besides them he finally
asked, "You didn't both eat that chocolate, did you?"
 
"Yes, why, how did you know about it?" Scully finally spoke
up from behind the desk where she had ended up.
 
"Because I sent it to you, Agent Scully. It was only for
you!" He said in sudden dismay.
 
"Why, Frohicke, why was it only for Scully?" Mulder asked, 
leaning over the smaller man.
 
"Because it was, um, it was, specially made by me, for
Scully.  It um, has many natural aphrodisiacs in it. You
know, Vitamin E, Zinc, stuff like that...looks like it
worked, just for the wrong guy." He had started backing out
of the office as both Mulder and Scully stalked towards him.
 
"You better run troll, you'll be sorry when I catch your
ass!"  Mulder cried as Scully took his arm and said, "Forget
it, he can hide in such small places, we'll never find him."
 
She kept her hold on his arm and pulled him back into the
office and led him to his chair, which was still positioned
by hers. They sat facing each other again.
 
"Um, Mulder, as much fun as that was, before, when did you 
plan on telling me that the chocolate was not from you?"
 
"Ah, right now?"
 
"Yeah, nice try, but now your ass is mine!"
 
Mulder was up and running before she had a chance to stand.
 
Continued in part 2...

Innocent Little Box - part 2
by Kelly Moreland






Mulder pounded down the hallway and ducked into one of the
dark storage rooms near the elevator.
 
He squeezed his body in between stacks of old copiers, and
held his breath. He didn't hear anything for a moment, then
his ears detected the faint click of Scully's shoes on the
tile floor.
 
He felt flushed and his breathing was unusually rapid.
 
Side effect of Frohike's candy? He wondered to himself,
listening to Scully's steps coming closer.
 
His whole body tingled; some parts more than others, and he
felt giddy.
 
"Muulllddderrrr," Scully called in a sing-song voice.
 
He crammed his fist into his mouth to keep from laughing out
loud, and giving away his hiding place.
 
"Ohhhh Muulllddderrrr." 
 
He bit down harder, his shoulders shaking with the effort of
keeping silent.
 
She was just outside the door now so he ducked in lower;
knocking over a box in the process.
 
It hit the floor with a soft thud, spilling out papers in a
cascading whisper.
 
"Shit." He cursed softly.
 
"I hear you." She laughed, her shadow falling on the floor
of the room where he hid.
 
"I know you're in here." Her voice was silky and low.
 
He held his breath as she walked slowly into the room, her
eyes peering into the darkness to find him.
 
He didn't think she was really mad, but he wasn't going to
chance it.
 
"I'm coming for you, Mulder," she teased, mocking a line
from one of his favorite movies; Night of the Living Dead.
 
He lost it. Despite the fist shoved in his mouth, or maybe
because of it, he snorted.
 
"Got'cha!" She yelled, nailing his position by the sound.
 
He let it out, first as quiet snickers, then as a deep
rattling laugh.
 
She stood at the end of the copiers, blocking any chance of
escape. Unless he wanted to climb over them all.
 
"You should have told me," she glared at him, the effect
completely destroyed by the smile on her face.
 
"I know. I'm sorry," he was still giggling. "I just got
carried away."
 
"I'll make you think carried away!" She threatened.
 
She stepped in closer, trapping him against the back wall as
she advanced.
 
She wasn't really mad, was she? He hoped not, because if she
was, she'd be furious with what he was about to do.
 
When she was close enough he grabbed her and kissed her
deeply.
 
Her lips were soft and warm against his, as his tongue
slipped between them to war with hers. He could taste coffee
and chocolate, a combination that suited her. Both bitter
and sweet.
 
Her hands slid up to encircle his neck, and his moved around
her small waist, pulling her closer. She moaned softly
against his open mouth, and the sound danced along his
spine.
 
He pulled her tighter still, pressing the entire length of
her body to his. Her nails scraped lightly across the back
of his neck, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps.
 
His hands slipped lower to squeeze her ass, as she ran her
tongue along his lower lip. Her chest rising and falling in
pattern with his own ragged breathing.
 
"Scully," he whispered, breaking free from the intoxicating
kiss. "What did Frohike say was in that stuff?" His lips
moved restlessly against her ear as he spoke.
 
He let one hand trail down the back of her thigh, all the
way to her knee and then lifted her up, bending slightly and
molding their hips together.
 
"I...I don't remember," she sighed, distracted by the
contact.
 
He held her off the floor, grinding lightly against her.
 
She leaned her head down a little, catching his earlobe with
her lips, and sucked it gently.
 
"Christ," he groaned, a shudder rippling through him.
 
He turned around in the tight space, pressing her up against
the wall, as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
 
Her hands snaked down between them and worked the zipper of
his slacks down easily. His mind reeled as her
fingers stroked along the bulge in his underwear.
 
Pinning her to the wall with his body, he ran one hand
underneath her skirt, feeling the silky nylons against his
fingertips until they ended abruptly.
 
"Thigh highs?" He chuckled against her cheek, "Scully, were
you planning this?"
 
"Shut up, Mulder," she moaned before kissing him deeply once
again.
 
Her hand slipped inside his underwear, and he lost the power
of speech completely.
 
She pulled him out through the fly of his boxer's, and
curled her fingers around him; squeezing and stroking with a
teasing, soft touch.
 
He rubbed his fingers along the damp crotch of her panties,
before jerking them to one side quickly. He lowered her down
until the head of his engorged cock rested against her damp
curls.
 
"Yes," she whispered.
 
Mulder tilted his hips forward, guided by her wetness, until
he felt the head of his cock slip just inside her.
 
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her back arched.
 
He pulled out and pushed forward again, sinking further in,
this time. He ground his hips in a tight circle, before
pulling out and driving deeper
 
Her legs clamped tightly about his hips, as he withdrew and
thrust in all the way. His hands cupped her ass, kneading it
as he began to pump steadily into her.
 
"You feel so good," he gasped raggedly. "So good."
 
He could feel her muscles gripping him tighter. Her head was
tilted back as far as the wall behind her would allow and
her eyes were closed.
 
He buried his face against her neck, and thrust faster,
feeling her thighs begin to tremble.
 
"Mulder!" She cried softly as her orgasm hit.
 
He yelled hoarsely, as her clenching muscles sent him over
the edge and he erupted deep inside her.
 
She clung to him for several minutes; her body trembling as
badly as his own.
 
"Agent Mulder?" 
 
They both froze with identical looks of horror as Skinner's
voice.
 
"Agent Mulder?"
 
His voice wasn't close by. It came from the direction of
their office. They moved apart silently, straightening their 
clothes. Mulder took a step back, motioning Scully to get
out of sight.
 
Standing in the shadows of the storage room, he peered out
into the hallway just in time to see the AD walk by, with a
handful of candy, already chewing one.
 
After the elevator doors closed behind him, Mulder started
laughing.
 
"Is he gone?" Scully asked, still hiding behind a tower of
copiers.
 
"Yeah, but I think he took some of your candy with him."
 
"Oh no. Tell me he didn't," she groaned, stepping out from
her hiding place.
 
"He did," Mulder grinned wickedly. "I want that recipe."
 
"For what?" Scully asked, looking at him cautiously.
 
"For one thing, I like the effect it has on you."
 
She smacked him in the shoulder, making him yelp.
 
"For another, it would definitely liven up next years
Christmas party."
 
"You wouldn't dare," she stared at him in disbelief.
 
"Watch me," He chuckled back.
 
 
 
Fini~
 

Kate's notes: Thanks to Kell for writing the dirty parts!
Gotta love a friend like that!
"Hey Kell, what do you think would happen if Mulder got the
recipe from Frohike and made Scully some of that chocolate
for her birthday?" <eg>
 

Kell's Notes : "Oh I don't know... Does the term Massive
Sexual Trauma mean anything to you?" <eg>


Kate's site : www.shipperscove.freeservers.com

Kell's Site : www.angelfire.com/tv/moreland