From: Leki Harris Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 03:24:56 -0700 Subject: "Lost in Oblivion" Source: direct Title: "Lost in Oblivion" Author: Jessie Harris (Agent Leki) E-Mail: TheDamnBee@juno.com AgentLeki_1013@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR Content: Scully POV, Humor Spoilers: "One Breath" and "Never Again" Archive: Gossamer, CoX, SoX, Kimpa, Smurf, Whispers of X... and anyone else who wants it (just please let me know first and keep my name and disclaimers attached). Summary: Will Scully spend another Valentines Day alone? Disclaimer: Mulder + Scully = Chris Carter. I only borrowed them so don't sue!!! *Bows to the almighty surfer dude* Author's notes: I've been writing fanfic for nearly 3 years, but this is my first attempt at smut, so bare with me! This story takes place in present day, but Mulder was never abducted, and Scully never got pregnant. This is in reply to the Whispers of X fanfiction challenge for February 2001. The story had to include: One can of Vienna sausages An original Peter Parker action figure dressed as Spider Man, still in it's original packaging. Mulder or Scully sharing a Valentines story from before they met. Alien head stickers (Glow-in-the-dark, sparkly, or both) A cup of Irish Cream Latte A Tarot card reading for Mulder or Scully. A copy of "Exit to Eden" movie, book, and/or audio tape "The Virgin Valentine" By: Agent Leki Here I sit on this Valentines Day on my couch staring off into space. Again, AGAIN, I'm alone for this holiday stupid holiday. I should be out with the love of my life enjoying my life and the evening, but nooooo! I have absolutely no sex life... or LIFE at all. I am so pathetic! When was the last time I went on a date? Four years ago? And he was as psycho with a talking tattoo who tried to kill me. Heh. What a life I live. The only man I've ever loved... love... is such a dimwit and can't even figure out that I even love him! Mulder can be so insensitive. I mean what do I have to do to get him to notice that I'm head over heels for him? I think I first realized I loved him when I woke up in the hospital after having three months of my life taken away from me without no memory of what happened or where I was. The whole time I was in a coma I felt him. In my consciousness. In my soul. Telling me to hold on, not to give up. I loved him even though his idea of a "welcome back" gift was "Superstars of the Super Bowl." Even Frohike was thoughtful enough to bring me flowers. I must say, Mulder's gift was horrible, but I admit that I've watched it several hundred times. I think it's because it was from Mulder. I may hate that movie, but nevertheless I still watch it. I look at my watch. It's 6:21 p.m. I sigh loudly and am startled from my thoughts by a persistent knocking at the door. I untangle my legs and pull them out from under me and stand up. I listen to my joints pop and crackle from sitting in the same position for too long. I stretch as I make my way to the door. I look at my hands and notice that I'm still holding a can of Vienna sausages that I opened and forgot about an hour ago. I set the can down on the side table and open the door. "Mulder... what are you doing here?" I ask. He gives me a lopsided grin (the one that always makes my knees feel like rubber) and pulls a dozen of red roses and a box of chocolates from behind his back. "Happy Valentines Day, Scully." I smile and take the roses and chocolates and let him in. "Thank you." I walk into the kitchen and put the roses in some water. When I look back at Mulder, he is leaning on the now closed door. "Was that you who kept having flowers brought to me at work this week?" "Actually, that was Frohike," he smirks. I laugh shortly. "Is he ever going to give up?" "Probably not, unless you get married." "That's an idea," I say in hopes that Mulder will realize I mean what I said. Fat chance. "I knew you were probably sitting here alone for another Valentines Day... and I didn't want to spend it alone either, so I thought I'd drop by and see if you wanted to come get some coffee with me." He walks towards me. "How do you know I didn't make plans this year?" I say in an attempt at humor, but Mulder doesn't take it as a joke. He nods slightly. "Okay, I'll leave you to your plans then. See you tomorrow." If I'm not mistaken, Mulder actually looks a little hurt and disappointed. Could it be that he actually realized how much he means to me? He turns to leave, but I stop him with a touch of my hand to his shoulder. "Don't go. I was only joking, Mulder." Mulder looks a little relieved after I say that. I watch as his gaze goes past me and settles on something. "Oh! Scully!! Is that what I think it is?!" I turn around to find the object of Mulder's sudden enthusiasm and then I smile. "My brother gave it to me a few years back." Mulder walks over and picks it up. "Scully! It's an original Peter Parker action figure dressed up as Spider Man!" He looks at me with a grin that takes my breath away. "It's even in it's original package!" "Mulder, you're such a child." I smile at him. "So, how about that coffee? They just opened a new coffee shop down the street." God! Mulder, don't you realize that I'd go to the edge of the universe with you?! "Sure," I answer. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "His name was FRANNIE? God, I'd kill myself if my parents named me that! Did people ever call him Granny Frannie?" I laugh softly. "All the time." "So, what did you two do for Valentines Day that year?" "Well..." I said and took a sip of my Irish Cream Latte. "He took me to the drive in thinking that he'd get lucky." "No kidding..." I nod. "He tried to kiss me and I socked him one. He went home crying to mommy." "How old were you?" "Sixteen." Mulder takes a drink of his coffee. "Remind me not to try to kiss you on that specific holiday..." Just for his comment I reach over the table and grab him by the collar of his shirt. I swear the look on his face made me believe he thought I was going to hurt him. Instead, I kiss him. I can tell he is shocked by my sudden action, but once his shock wears off he's greedily responding to my kiss. I part my lips slightly to allow him entrance and smile inwardly when I feel his tongue thrust deep into my mouth. After several moments I break the kiss and sit back in my seat and look at him as if nothing happened. I will never forget the look on his face. It's a mixture of surprise, excitement, love, desire, and confusion. "What was that all about?" he finally gets out. I shrug and stand up. "Let's go." He stands up and puts a five dollar bill on the table. I can tell he's struggling for something to say. "You... me... we just kissed, Scully... and you're not going to explain your actions to me?" I pull on my coat and drag Mulder out of the coffee shop. Once in the parking lot I spin around and kiss him again. This time more deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and feel his arms snake around my waist. I feel a warmth spreading over my whole body from this kiss. The next thing I know, I'm being pressed up against Mulder's car. If we don't get out of here soon I'm afraid we'll get arrested for indecent exposure in a public place, and how the hell will we explain that one to Skinner? I break the kiss and breathlessly kiss his chin. "Let's go back to my place." All Mulder can do is nod in agreement. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The second we walk in my apartment, Mulder grabs me and pins me against the door and kisses me. I whimper softly and rest my hands on his shoulders. I then take the opportunity to suck on his bottom lip. God, how I've fantasized about kissing that pouty bottom lip of his. A moan escapes Mulder as I graze my teeth over his lip. It's my turn to moan when Mulder grinds his hips into mine. He drags his lips from mine and kisses my chin, then my neck. I gasp as he sucks on my neck. I'm fully aware that I'll probably have a bruise there tomorrow, but I really don't care. I feel Mulder's hands run up under my shirt and over my back, and can't help but shiver when his cold hands touch my overheated and oversensitive skin. He removes his hands from my shirt and grabs the hem and pulls it over my head. I watch as he tosses it on a chair and reaches behind me to lock the door. I take the opportunity to start unbuttoning his shirt as I push him towards my bedroom. By the time we reach the doorway; to my room without falling over any furniture, his shirt is unbuttoned and being thrown across the room. I lean up and graze my teeth over his earlobe and grin when his response is a shiver. I whisper softly, "I love you, Fox Mulder." "God, Scully... you have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that." "I think I have an idea." I feel him unclasp my bra and I shrug out of it. "I've wanted to say..." my words are cut off by a moan as I feel his mouth latch on to my left nipple and suckle like a kitten. My fingers find their way to his hair and I slip my fingertips through the silky strands. He kisses his way back up to my face and plants a kiss on each of my cheeks. "You were saying..." I am at loss for words when I can't remember what I was saying. Then I remember. "I've wanted to tell you that for years." He picks me up and carries me to the bed. I watch his face as he lays me down and kneels on the bed. I moan again and my eyes flutter closed when he kisses my lower stomach. I feel him struggle with my pants, at the same instant I feel his tongue dip into my navel. I shiver again when my legs suddenly feel cold. I realize it's because he finally got my pants and panties off. I wiggle my toes, glad to be free of my clothing. I reach over and unbutton his pants and smile when I hear the sound of metal against metal when I slide his zipper down. I let my eyes roam over his body, trying to memorize every curve of his beautiful body. He slips out of his pants, boxers, and shoes all in the same movement. When he leans down to kiss me I pull him to lay on top of me and let him settle between my thighs. I kiss him eagerly and wrap my fingers around the length of the item that makes him a man. He moans into our kiss and I glide his tip into my opening. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth at the same moment he thrusts his cock into me. I let out a sharp cry of pain and he immediately looks at me and stops any movement. I touch a hand to his cheek and smile at him. I'm sure he sees the tears welled in my eyes. "It's okay... I'm all right." He searches my eyes. "You didn't tell me you were a virgin..." "I didn't want you to stop. I knew that if I'd have told you that you wouldn't have gone any further." When he doesn't say anything I speak again, "I wanted this to happen with you, Mulder." He smiles softly and places a tender kiss on my lips. I grip his ass to urge him to continue. He looks at me again for reassurance. "It's okay... it doesn't hurt that much anymore." With that, he pulls himself most of the way out and thrusts back in. Both of us moan and I kiss his neck while I drag my nails over his back. Next, I graze my teeth over his Adam's apple. "Scu-lee!" I smile and do it again. I can already tell we aren't going to last long. After a few minutes of kissing and him thrusting in slow and even strokes I arch my back in a plea for him to speed up. He complies with my silent request and within minutes I'm crying out his name in addition to seeing stars. Once he felt my muscles spasm around him he was gone, too. Lost in oblivion. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I wake up slowly, aware of a warm body laying next to me, arms around me. It makes me smile. I barely remember anything after our lovemaking. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty..." I turn my head and look at him. Then I lean my head forward and kiss the tip of his nose. "Hi. What time is it?" "10:30." "In the morning?" "No." I sit up slowly. "You okay?" "Yes, but my bladder is about to explode." I get out of bed and walk in the bathroom. After taking care of business I pull on my bathrobe and walk in the front room, where Mulder is now sitting on the couch in his boxers. I walk over and sit on his lap. His arms encircle my waist. I smile when a thought overcomes me. "Why don't we call one of those so-called psychics and have them read us one of those Tarot card readings? Just out of curiosity." "Okay..." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I think my face must have gone pale because Mulder is now trying to comfort me. "What is it, Scully? What did she say?" "My, God, Mulder... I always thought that stuff was bull... but she hit it right on the nose... she said that I finally broke my barriers of an eight year friendship and partnership and admitted my love... she also said before the year is over we'll be married and that our marriage will last the rest of our lives..." "Wow." I nod. "Wow is right." In the darkness of the room I notice something glowing on the coffee table. I reach over and pick it up. I laugh. I forgot about these. "I got these for you." I hand the glowing item to him. "Glow-in-the-dark alien head stickers? I'll add them to my alien collection! Thanks." He gives me a toothy grin. "Don't mention it." "You know... Scully... I recently borrowed a copy of a book on audio tape from the library... I think it was called 'Exit to Eden' and I can't help but wonder why it says it's narrated by Gillian Anderson, but the voice sounds like one Dana Scully." I feel my face go warm and I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato. "It was a side project I did to earn some extra money. I didn't want people who heard it to know who I was. You know how the paparazzi are these days." I smirk. "No kidding." Suddenly I feel Mulder's mouth descend on mine. He picks me up, not breaking the kiss, and carries me back to the bedroom. This is going to be a long night filled with passion and love, I can already tell. I must say this is by far the best Valentines Day I've ever had. What more could I want? I'm with the man I love about to make love to him again tonight. "Scully?" "Hmmm?" "Will you be my Valentine?" I'm too lost in oblivion of my love for this man that my only response is a soft "always." Lost in oblivion... when it comes to Mulder, I'm always lost. Lost in a good way. When I'm with him I have a hard time bringing myself back to reality... therefore I'm lost in oblivion. -End-