From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 21:21:47 -0500 Subject: Brick Wall, (1/1), MSR, NC-17 by DP Jacquie Source: direct Reply To: jacquiejolie@hotmail.com ROUND ROBIN: THE BEGINNING RATING: NC-17 MSR, Pure Smut and No additives... "BRICK WALL" BY: DP JACQUIE FEEDBACK: Please... at jacquiejolie@hotmail.com Part of the SisterSpooky "Magic Shell" series... wherein it is discovered just how much Mulder likes giving Scully history lessons... (No antique bricks were harmed during the writing of this section...) "Brick Wall" He pushed her back against the brick wall, ignoring her breathless, "Mulder, here? We can't..." He ran a hot tongue up the side of her neck and his teeth closed over her earlobe, biting gently; he answered her, low and urgent. "Here, Scully - right here. Up against a wall; against the roughness of bricks over three hundred years old. Can you feel them, Scully? Feel them; the porous age of them; the cracks and mortared history of one of the oldest walls in America - and we're doing it, up against history, Partner." He felt her shudder under his hands - body responding to his slow, gentle stroking despite her inhibitions. He pushed his hips into her and insinuated one hard thigh between hers, rocking her gently. She buried her face in his neck and her moan of need was sweet to hear. She mumbled into his skin. "Mulder, we're in a very public place! Anybody could happen by; maybe even somebody we know..." The rest of her words were swallowed up in the heat of his kiss; she moaned again, into his mouth; kissed him back until they were both weak with it, with the want and the need. Mulder broke it off first and his uneven murmur tickled her ear as he spoke. "I don't care. It's been weeks, Scully... goddamn case sucked up every spare minute of us! But right now, this minute... we have enough time - and I want you so badly - right here. We could get into all sorts of trouble, baby - you know this is one of my favorite places? I come here, and sit sometimes, during the day... and I think about you, picturing you naked against this old, crumbling brick... just like that." He stood back and admired the portrait she made against the warm rock. Naked from the waist down, wearing her stiff FBI-style blouse gaping open and her bra undone just enough to afford him a glimpse of her right nipple... so gorgeous. Hands splayed on either side of her slender body, pressed on the bricks... legs bare, except for the sexy gold ankle bracelet he gave her just a week ago. Panties in a heap, atop the skirt and suit jacket of her best black outfit. He groaned under his breath, raising his eyes to hers. His Scully... his. Beautiful and sensuous and he was so in love with her he couldn't see straight - and he was the luckiest sonofabitch in the world, because the look in her slitted eyes was melting him from the inside out; all that heat for him - all for him... She was burning up with the need; he could see it. He could smell it as well; her damp eagerness, glistening at the juncture of her thighs; she was breathing fast, her body reacting to the scorching looks he gave her. Mulder made short work of unbuttoning his pants and slipping himself out. He placed his hands under her bottom and lifted her high against him; his eyes held hers steady as he eased her down onto him, the feel of her sheathing his flesh almost too good to be real. She sighed into his mouth and relaxed on him, letting him move her up and down; coiled her legs around his hips and locked her lips to his. Mulder braced himself and guided her, letting her ride him slow and easy; letting the pleasure build and increase and swirl around and through them. Build and increase, and build; like the wall - the wall behind them; a strong wall, made to withstand an army of Redcoats... Build and build, until he couldn't take the slowness and the easiness; couldn't wait another moment; he rammed his hard body into hers, his hands cupping her tender backside, trying to protect most of her soft skin from becoming scraped from the bricks; mouth swallowing her gasp of pleasure. Rocking her fiercely; holding her off her feet as he moved against her; against the wall... she wound her legs tighter around him and let his strength support her. His mouth was buried in her neck, each straining breath in cadence with his body's frenzied movements. Her head fell back against the wall; through half-closed eyes she watched his face register a myriad of emotions, as they slammed against each other - then she pushed her eager mouth onto his and kissed him deeply; whispering into him, "Come on, Mulder..." And those three words did it - Mulder could feel it coming up inside him, fast; he fought for control as she tightened all around him and the sob she sent into his throat was echoed by the deep groan he returned to her, and he shuddered within her generous warmth. He pressed his hot face into her shoulder and felt her hands slide though his hair, stroking his scalp; easing down his body until she could stand on rubbery legs. They held on tightly to each other; murmuring loving nonsense between them... broken words which would be meaningless to anyone but them. Shaky hands soothed over rapidly- cooling skin; in the deep shadow of the wall they could afford to spend a bit of precious, extra time in reaffirmation... Against warm bricks several hundred years old, they rested, not feeling the grit which clung to their skin; not hearing the faint honking of autos in the street not so far away; not aware of anything except how much they'd needed this small oasis in a desert of stiff FBI duty. No residual embarrassment at being mostly naked, out in the more-or-less open where anyone could see them... Mulder stroked her bare bottom lovingly and whispered, "Shameless woman... did I hurt you when I threw you back against the bricks?" Scully smiled and stretched against him like a satisfied cat, and her low answering tease raised the fine hairs on his neck, among other, more interesting spots on his body. "Mmmm, and I expect you to lick every one of them better, Mulder - you can begin anytime..." He grinned at her, thinking the taste of ScullyScratches would be very, very sweet... then he remembered the paper bag of groceries he'd left on the front seat of their car - and the bottle of Magic Shell in that bag - and his grin got positively wicked, as he whispered in her ear. "Well, in that case... 'About Face', Scully..." end Smut-With-Magic Shell... that was the requirement. Only from the minds of SisterSpooky...