From: beduini Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 12:25:29 -0000 Subject: NEW: "Intent" (1/1) MSR NC-17 Category: V, MSR Rating: NC-17 for graphic smut Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Spoilers: Nada Archive: ATXC, yes, Gossamer, yes. Others ask me first. Disclaimer: They are not mine. I am not making any money off of them. In fact, Chris, I bought the movie, I bought the action figures - you're making money off of me, so get off my back! Summary: Companion piece to "Impatient." Not a sequel. What constitutes a fantasy? This is set sometime in the future, obviously. Intent by Beduini In the place between sleep and awake when she is the most vulnerable is the time that she is the most aware of him as a man. This is the time when his physical presence slips into her unguarded conscious; closed eyes heightening every other sense she is open to his seduction, his strong masculine energy washing over her in an unspoken acceptance of her surrender. His warm male scent, the sound of his passion filling her ears in quickened breaths, warm puffs of air against her lips the sensual evidence of his proximity. Her lips part as her own breath quickens in response. Skin makes contact with skin as she feels herself sink deeper into the mattress, the weight of his body over hers a welcome pressure that elicits as soft alto moan from deep inside of her as she opens her thighs to cradle him in the vee of her hips. Words cannot describe her contentment at this moment. He knows this and smiles, but she is careful not to open her eyes lest the spell be broken. She smiles in response to his soft whisper. "Scully..." spoken as if all of the secrets of the universe could be housed in one name. His fingertips move across her face in the faintest of touches, callused pads smoothing over her eyelids, tracing each arched eyebrow, sliding into the silken hair of her temples. The smile is gone now, she imagines, a serious expression taking its place. The back of his hand caresses the curve of her cheek, brushing against her lips. He speaks words that had yet to be spoken in seven years of day-to-day contact ... " ... so beautiful." His kiss is barely there; whisper soft but opened-mouthed and erotic. There is no sense of urgency although there were other times when her mind would not allow the dilatory climb toward release. But this one is her favorite fantasy - slow and intent. He is ready for her, the warm humid evidence of his rock-hard cock pressed against her groin. Her fantasy lover will wait forever, but it is she who cannot hold out that long. She forces her mind to slow, focusing on the details. His hands are on her breasts, caressing, softly kneading, teasing her nipples with phantom touches. She longs to reach out and touch him, to run her hands down the smoothness of his wide back, over his firm round buttocks. Her arms stretched out across the bed, she grabs handfuls of sheet, fingers tightening as he covers a rigid nipple with his warm, wet mouth. He moves immediately to the other one, the cool air hitting her wet skin causing it to tighten almost painfully. He abandons the other side to place open-mouthed kisses down the middle of her abdomen, flicking his tongue inside her navel before moving lower. She feels his hands move down her sides, down her thighs, sliding between them and urging them farther apart. She can feel his hot breath against her wet center, hear him deeply inhale her scent as his thumbs gently circle the sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs. Although she's had this fantasy dozens of times and knows what happens next she still grows impatient, her breath quickening in anticipation. "Mulder..." she whispers, his name the key to all that the universe holds. His thumbs part her outer folds and he lightly brushes his tongue across her clit, the sensation causing her to suck in a gasp of air. And then he is relentless, all lips and tongue and teeth sliding, biting, thrusting in a deliberately slow technique that leaves her nerves pulsing with over-stimulation. Her hips rise from the bed as his mouth loses contact with her, her eyes clenched tightly shut as a slight whimper leaves her lips. Then he is kneeling over her, his presence felt without any contact to her skin. Gooseflesh rises over her as the electricity flows between them, sparked by a brief touch of lips and tongues. Enough for a taste. In this moment there is only the anticipation of him, his warm sexual scent and the taste of her from his lips. This is her favorite part. Slower than is humanly possible she is pressed into the mattress once more as she feels him slide inside of her, every inch of him filling her and covering her with a flood of pleasure that draws a long, deep-throated moan from inside of her. Her fantasy Mulder is relentless, diligently building the tension within her with hard, painfully slow strokes as his lips brush over hers, to her ears, under her chin, over her shoulders. She desperately wants to look into his eyes and see his love and devotion as he makes love to her but she knows it is impossible - one slight crack of an eyelid and the illusion would be gone. She sees his eyes in her mind instead, their intense depths the last things she focuses on before her orgasm overtakes her, a vague impression of his stuttered breath upon her lips as he reaches his own release somewhere in the jumble of firing neurons. Sleep claimed her for an indeterminate amount of time, enough for her to roll over on her left side, the side that would be facing him if he were there in the bed with her. She reached out to feel the cool sheet, something inside of her mind nudging her awake. Blinking open her eyes, she focused on the empty white space before her, a lonely aching in her chest for her phantom lover. Becoming fully awake she lifted her head, the nudging in her mind intensifying. "Mulder?" She twisted on the bed to look and saw him standing in front of the window, his denim-clad form illuminated in strips of moonlight by the venetian blinds. His eyes were obscured by the shadows - unreadable. "What are you doing?" She asked him sharply. "Watching you." He moved toward her, crouching down beside the bed to meet her eye-level. "How was I?" She closed her eyes, inhaling a long, deep breath, holding it, and letting it out again, slowly. Opening her eyes she focusing on his, remembering how they looked in her fantasy and she smiled. "Incredible." He touched her face, his fingers softly caressing along her cheek. "And how do I compare to the fantasy?" She smiled to herself, lost in thought. Making him wait. At long last she took his hand, twining her fingers with his. "I prefer the genuine article. And I much prefer it with my eyes open." He laughed softly, pressing a kiss against her temple. Then he stood, giving her fingers a light squeeze before releasing her hand. "'Nite, Scully." She propped herself up on her elbows, a crease between her eyes as she watched him walk toward the bedroom door. "Where the hell are you going?" He turned, his face a mask of innocence. "To my apartment. It will ruin the fantasy if I am here in the morning." "Mulder." Her voice was stern. "Come to bed." "Oooo, are you this demanding in all of your fantasies?" She glared daggers at him. "If you ever want to find out, you'll get over here. NOW." He grinned, pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his shoes into the side of her closet allocated to him for sleepovers. She lay back, rolling over on her left side again, watching him strip off his clothing. He slid between the sheets and pulled the comforter up around his chest, tucking his arms under his head and staring up at the ceiling. "Mulder." Her voice was tender, the mock threats and sternness forgotten. He turned his head to look at her. "Yeah?" She held his gaze a moment, telling him without words all of the feelings within her. Then she smiled. "Thank you." He rolled on his right side, facing her. Everything in his eyes mirrored all that was in hers. "Thank you for telling me about it." She reached out, brushing the tips of her fingers against his lips. "I'm glad I did." He wanted to tell her how much her disclosure of her long- treasured fantasy had meant to him. How her trusting him with her heart and the way she continually gave herself to their blossoming intimacy was more than he had ever hoped for in this lifetime. Instead, he gathered her into his arms, pulling her up against him as he rolled onto his back and placing a soft kiss into her hair as she got comfortable on his chest. "Scully?" "Yeah?" Her response was cloaked with a yawn. "It was my pleasure." He felt her face tighten in a brief smile and then grow slack, the sound of her breathing slowing and deepening as she drifted back to sleep. With a satisfied sigh he closed his eyes, letting the sound of her breathing lull him into slumber with the secret knowledge that as fantasies go, they'd killed two birds with one stone that night. Fin beduini@geocities.com http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Starship/9769/Main.html