From: "Lacey Meschede" Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 20:31:05 -0600 Subject: Just Breathe by refllace Source: direct Gossamer: Romance M/S Summary: Drunken Night Rated: NC-17 Category: M/S romance Keywords: M/S romance Just Breathe She had been flipping channels for the better part of an hour. Isaac Mizrahi on Oxygen, Emeril on the Food Network, yet another do it yourself show on HGTV, and the upper channels had less to offer than the ones she had passed two minutes ago. "This is unbelievable, 75 channels and there is nothing on." She was about to flip the thing off when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi." She could hear noise in the background, some music, glasses clinging, muffled conversation. "Mulder, where are you? It's 2 am." "Bar." "Are you drunk?" "Maybe." "I'm going to come get you. What bar?" "O'Leary's." He hung up the phone before she could say anything else. She knew the day had been rotten, actually the whole week. They had investigated yet another unsubstantiated case, with no convictions, and a good reaming from Skinner to wrap up the week. It was Friday and Mulder left the office early in disgust and frustration. Guessing from the sound of him, he had been at O'Leary's since then. This was going to take some effort to get him home in one piece. She pulled up to the bar and noticed her partner was one of three people inside. Mulder was at the stool on the end. Half sitting, half hanging onto it for dear life it seemed. His head was resting on his arm on the mahogany bar top. 'Just breathe.' She said to herself. This would be the mantra for the night. Scully knew from past Mulder drunken stoopers that sometimes he could be belligerent, sometimes weepy, and sometimes horny. She just didn't know what to expect this night. She walked in the door and over to where her partner was being supported by the one foot resting on the brass railing and the other firmly planted on the bottom rung of the stool. He hadn't noticed her yet. She put her hand on his back and leaned down to his ear. "Mulder," she whispered. He lazily rolled his head from one side to the other, while it never left his arm. His eyelids were mere slits, taking in only a little light. It probably didn't matter much, because whatever he was seeing was most likely either blurred or doubled. "My suhlee herhe to tak me home?" His words were barely coherent. He must have finished whatever was in his hand when he hung up with her. She motioned to the bar keep and asked him for the bill. Mulder hadn't moved since his last question, other than shutting his eyes completely. Scully guessed this would be a weepy night. The barkeep brought over the bill. Scully had to look at the receipt twice. A hundred bucks? What the hell did he drink? She got out her Visa and slid it over. She tried rousing her partner again. "Mulder, can you stand up?" He half moaned and rolled his head a couple of times, then pushed himself up with the help of the bar to a semi-standing position. It seemed to take his head a few minutes to realize his body had moved. He arched his head back and sighed deeply. By this time, Scully had paid the outrageous bar tab and had her arm around his waist turning him towards the door. "Mulder, if you're going to puke you better do it before we get in the car. I don't want to have to clean it again. The last time it took two months for the smell to go away." "Suhhree thang." She managed to get him out of the bar, into the car and belted in. She walked around to the other side. 'Just Breathe.' She got in and headed for Arlington. A couple blocks into the trip Mulder came around. "Scully, where the hell are we?" "I'm driving you home. You called me." "Oh yeah." There was a long pause like he was trying to remember the conversation. "Scully?" "What." "I don't want to go home." "Mulder, it's nearly 3 am. All the bars are closed. Where do you suppose you want to go?" "Anywhere, just not home." There was a sense of sadness in his voice. She knew how he felt. There had been more than one occasion where a night at the bar ended and the last thing she wanted to do was go home to an empty apartment. She sighed and made a u-turn at the next intersection. She headed for Georgetown. ***** After the thirty-minute drive to Georgetown, Mulder had begun to sober. It took very little effort to get him out of her car and into her building. He leaned head first against the wall as she opened her door. She walked in, with him close behind. "Take your shoes off, Mulder." He tried kicking them off like a kid, but lost his balance and reached out for her. She caught him just before sending his head into the armoire. He leaned against it while she bent down to finish the job he started. "Go sit down. I'll get some Tylenol." Mulder staggered over to the couch and plunged into it. His head rested on it's back, eyes closed again. Scully returned with a bottle of water and two Tylenol. "Here." She handed him the pills and water. He took them and then set the bottle on the coffee table. She sat back on the couch next to him for a minute. She was exhausted from dragging him around for the past hour and a half, on top of it being close to 4 am. She shut her eyes and let her body relax a minute. Her mind was still racing. 'What was he thinking, going out and getting trashed like this again? Surely he remembers what happened last time. It took the better part of the weekend for him to recover and it wasn't much fun for me either. I need to get him a pillow and blanket. And the big bowl, just in case. I can't really blame him though. I have had nights like this. It's just that mine are usually at home and don't involve a hundred dollar bar tab. But I know that if I ever did the same thing, he would come pick me up at 2am and take care of me.' In mid thought she felt something on her thigh. It was a hand. It had started at her knee and inched its way up to her upper thigh. Her eyes opened and she was faced with her partner right in front of her. He was just inches away from her face. 'Okay so we started out weepy and now he's onto horny. I should stop this. He's drunk. He won't remember in the morning.' Again, her thought was interrupted. This time it was by two wet lips sucking on hers. Her eyes immediately closed. He ran the tip of his tongue over the entrance to her mouth, testing to see if she would respond. She opened her mouth to take him in. Her tongue reached into his mouth and massaged his. She pushed in harder and further and sucked on his bottom lip. His hands were at her hips pressing her into the couch, his thumbs into her pelvis. He stroked her tongue with his. Her hands traveled from her own body to his waist and up his chest. She grasped him firmly and with one move was able to maneuver him back on the couch with her in his lap straddling his hips. Their lips never parted. She reached down to the end of his sweater and slid her hand up underneath it and felt his hard nipples. She gave one a squeeze and he bit down on her lip with the sensation. Reaching again for the edge of the sweater she pulled it up and over his head. She went back to his mouth, probing, searching, flicking, licking his tongue with hers. She sucked on his lower lip and then moved to his chin. She lingered at his Adam's apple and down to his collarbone. While working her path to the ultimate goal, she reached down with her right hand and felt his rock hard cock straining through his jeans. With one hand steadying her, she used the other to undo his jeans and slid her hand down his boxers and pulled the full erection from its confining layers of clothing. Her tongue continued to trace a line from his chest to his navel. She massaged his cock until her mouth reached it. Her tongue continued over the top of the shaft until it reached the angry head. She flicked the end with her tongue before taking him in her mouth fully. Her right hand continued to massage his balls while her mouth and tongue worked on his cock. Her tongue swirled around the shaft while her lips applied pressure up and down it. He moaned a little and his breathing accelerated. She continued massaging with her hand and mouth. He placed his hand over the back of her head, slightly pushing her closer to him, forcing her to swallow more of his cock. He moaned a little louder this time. "Ohhh. Mhmm. UhhHmm." She knew he was close and she had to stop before he came in her mouth. A few more moans and she slid his dick out of her mouth. He hissed through his teeth in frustration. She slid up his chest and breathed into his mouth, "Bedroom." He followed her in like a puppy knowing he was going to get a treat. She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. He began lifting her shirt off over her head. He stared for a moment at her breasts. Perfectly round, creamy white and held just a little too tightly by the black lace bra. He shifted up to undo her bra and as it fell he sucked on one of her breasts while cupping and massaging the other. She held his head at her breasts while his hands worked on removing her pants and panties. In a matter of seconds, she was naked and on top of him with her hips pressing his firmly to the bed. Scully leaned down to him and whispered, "Want you." Mulder maneuvered her onto her back. His hands were tracing the contours of her skin. The dips and curves were lightly touched, sending chills down her spine. He moved his hands lower and gently reached inside her with two fingers. She was already wet, hot, and her muscles began contracting around him. He slid another finger in and with his thumb began pressing into her clit, rolling it, applying gentle pressure as her breath quickened. "Oh, need you. Need you now," Scully panted in between gasps. Mulder slid his fingers out as she reached down and guided his cock inside her. She winced a little at the girth that was filling her now. He began to rock slowly, her muscles squeezing with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands were holding his body firmly. He thrust inside her more quickly now. Her breath was so fast, her heart so fast, little moans escaped with each exhale. He was watching her climax. He enjoyed giving her so much pleasure. He pushed faster, harder, harder still. Again and again and again, he dove inside her reaching farther with each thrust. Little sounds were escaping him as well now. He could feel himself climaxing and he could see she was on the brink. He slid a hand down between them and reached inside for her clit. He flicked and pushed causing her to lose herself. He pushed once more and she screamed and shuddered all at once. He continued to rock against her. His hips were grinding hers softly and more slowly now. She could feel the weight of his body begin to rest on hers. She reached up to lick the dip of his neck where sweat had pooled. He tasted salty and sweet. He rested on top her fully now. He breathed in her ear, "love you." He rolled over and pulled her back to his chest, pressing her into his body. His warm sweat laden body caressed hers, draped and covered hers. Her heart and breath had slowed. She felt peaceful and with one last thought she drifted off, 'Just Breathe'.