From: "Angela Ward" Date: Fri, 08 Aug 2003 20:22:06 -0500 Subject: Fanfic submission Source: direct Title: "Fantasies of the Caribbean" Author: Angela W. Category: MSR (Mulder/Scully Married) Rating: Strong R Timespan/Spoilers: This is part of my "married" series, which divulged from the "real" XF world about midway through season seven. Assume that everything up through "Closure" has happened, but that Mulder was never abducted and that the consummation of the MSR and conception and birth of their child was different from the way it was depicted in late season seven and beyond. The only specific episode mentioned is "Quagmire" from season three. In my series, this comes after "Father's Day Fantasy". Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Mulder, Scully and everyone else from "The X-Files" are the property of Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. The Pirates of the Caribbean (both the ride and the movie) are the property of Walt Disney Enterprises. The historical romance quotes, however, aren't from any specific book. Feedback: If it's nice or contains *constructive* criticism, feedback is appreciated. Archive: Feel free to archive anywhere! FBI Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, having just come out of a meeting with Assistant Director Walter Skinner, paused to consider their options. It was too late in the day for Scully to return to her office at Quantico or for Mulder to accomplish much of anything by rejoining his task force on the top floor of the Hoover Building. However, heading home early would just mean an extra hour of fighting Beltway traffic in return for arriving to pick up their daughter from her grandmother's house only a bit sooner. "Want to go to a movie?" Mulder suggested. "A movie? Mulder, we haven't been to a movie, other than the cartoon ones we take Melissa to occasionally, since. . .I can't even remember when." "That's kind of my point, Scully. We don't get out, just the two of us, very much. At least not for activities that don't involve dead bodies or alien abductions or something of that sort. Our couple time will be even more limited once the new baby arrives. But we don't have to go to a movie; we can go for a walk, get an ice cream soda. . .whatever you want." "A movie sounds good, Mulder." When they reached theater, they found that the only movie that was about to start was "Pirates of the Caribbean". "Is that okay, Dana? It's not exactly a chick flick." "It will be fine, Mulder. Let's go on in." Scully seemed to be enjoying the movie more than Mulder thought she would. They'd chosen to sit in one of the "snuggle seats", designed for two people to share, and were cuddled together while they munched popcorn and shared a soda. Scully kept her eyes glued to the screen. When the movie ended, Scully leaned over and kissed her husband lightly on the cheek. "That was a terrific, Mulder. Thanks for suggesting that we go to a movie. There's something about actually being in a theater that makes it better than just waiting for it to come out on video and the watching it at home." "Agreed," Mulder said, helping her out of the seat. Scully was now in the seventh month of her second pregnancy and getting up and down was beginning to be a chore. "However, speaking of home, that's where we ought to be headed." *** As they picked up Melissa, chatted with Maggie Scully, went home and prepared dinner, Mulder noticed that Scully was certainly being awfully. . .friendly. Not that she was ever less than loving, but she was practically crawling all over him. He wondered if she was experiencing some sort of pregnancy-related hormone surge. Finally, as Scully took advantage of the fact that he was standing behind a waist-high counter in their kitchen to unzip his pants and slip her fingers inside the fly of his boxers, he whispered, "Okay, Dana, it's not like I'm not enjoying all this attention. I am. Immensely." "That's an understatement," Scully murmured, caressing his burgeoning erection. "But what in the world brought it on?" he asked. "I'll tell you later," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek and zipping him up. Mulder loved his daughter and, on more than one occasion, he'd been disappointed to come from a late evening at work to find her already asleep. However, with the stubborn perversity common to all toddlers, she seemed to sense that he'd prefer her to go to sleep early tonight and thus made every effort to delay her bedtime. Even after all their nightly rituals were complete, she refused to lie quietly in her bed petting her cat and drifting off to sleep as she usually did. Instead, she kept popping out of bed to see what Mommy and Daddy were doing, to go potty and other interesting excuses. What was making Mulder absolutely crazy was that Scully kept flirting with him. She'd look over and lick her lips, casually flick open an extra button of her blouse to expose the generous curves of her pregnant breasts or bend down to pick something up right in front of him, knowing full well what the sight of her ass in a pair of shorts did to him. Between his wife and his daughter, Mulder was going to be a basket case before the night was over. Finally, Scully tiptoed into their bedroom and closed the door. "She's sound asleep," she said quietly, coming to join her husband on the bed. "Okay, Dana, tell me what's put you into hormonal overdrive all evening? If it's just taking you out to a movie, I'm planning on doing that every week from now on." "It wasn't just the idea of going to a movie -- although it was nice for the two of us to have a 'date' like that -- it was that particular movie." "Pirate movies turn you on?" "Well, it's a long story. And kind of. . .silly." "Seems to me I've shared some pretty silly theories of mine with you over the years. I'd like to know, Dana." "Okay," Scully said with a small smile on her face. "When we were teenagers, Missy was constantly reading romance novels. It was about the only thing she liked. I preferred science, history, biographies, mysteries, mainstream fiction, classic literature. . .whatever. Basically, romance was about the only thing Missy *did* read and it was about the only genre I *didn't* read." "But. . .?" Mulder prompted, beginning to develop a vague idea as to where Scully was headed with this. "But, the summer after we'd moved from Florida to California, I was bored out of my skull. Mom and Dad were too busy unpacking and setting up bank accounts amd registering us at school and church and all the other stuff they always had to deal with every time we moved to take me down to the public library and get me a card. I'd read everything else in the house at least twice -- including Charlie's "Hardy Boys" books -- so I finally started in on Missy's romances." "You found one you liked, I take it?" "A pirate one," Scully confirmed. "Missy had all kinds; some featuring cowboys, some with knights, some contemporary. . .but I'd always liked the sea, so the pirate one seemed the most appealing." "What was it about?" "Oh, this high-born virgin girl is on her way to the New World to marry this old guy she's been betrothed to but has never met, but on the way the ship is attacked by pirates and the pirate captain takes the girl hostage and eventually he, er, ravishes her." "Ravishes?" "That was the word the book used. Anyway, the pirate captain feels bad about deflowering the girl, since he knows it means that no 'decent' man will ever marry her, so he pulls into a port and marries her but then she gets recaptured and brought back to her family, but then the pirate captain shows back up when she's about seven months pregnant and. . .why are you laughing, Fox?" "I just have a hard time believing you bought this, yet you had a such a hard time accepting all my theories when we worked together on the X-Files." "First of all, Fox, I read this book when I was a teenager! Secondly, unlike your theories, this story was clearly labeled as 'fiction'. Nobody *expected* it to be taken as gospel truth." "I'm taking it that reading these racy historical romances -- which, I'm gathering, are long on the romance and short on the history -- is the teenage girls' equivalent of what watching porn movies and peeking at Playboy are for teenage boys?" "Pretty much so, yes." "It's a psychological fact that women tend to be more verbal and men tend to be more visual. So this book had quite an impact on you, huh?" Scully nodded. "I used to dream about being the woman in the book." "Daydreams are actually while-you-were-sleeping dreams?" "Both. Daydreams first, but one night I did have a very intense dream in which I was experiencing the deflowering scene from the book. It recurred several times while I was in high school and college. It finally stopped when I was in medical school; I guess I was just too tired for sex then, even if it was only in my mind." "So this book just kind of remained lodged in your subconscious and watching the movie this evening woke up those memories?" Scully sighed and Mulder could have sworn she was actually blushing. "It wasn't the first time I'd thought of the book since I was in college, Mulder. The dream recurred once, a few years back." "When?" "Remember when we went down to Georgia and the alligator ate Queequog and we wrecked the boat and ended up spending all night on the rock?" "Yeah. So?" "The next night I had the pirate dream again, for the first time in years. Like always, I was the captured virgin. This time, however, the pirate captain was. . .well, he was you." "So you were incorporating me into your dirty dreams less than three years after we first me? Scully, I'm shocked!" "Mulder, shut up!" she said, tossing a pillow at him for good measure. "I used to have dreams of you, too, you know. Very explicit, extremely erotic ones. I was, honestly, trying to control myself; to think of you as a friend and fellow professional and admire you for your mind, not your body. But at night, in my subconscious. . .let's just I replayed dozens of those videos that weren't mine, but with a slightly different cast. You were always the female lead and I was always the man who got *extremely* lucky." "When was the first one?" "Dana, I don't think you want me to tell you." "Come on, Fox, I told you. " "Yeah, but. . .okay, after we went to Alaska." "You mean after we'd encountered the Bounty Hunter for the first time and met that woman we thought was Samantha and. . ." "Nope. The *first* time we went to Alaska. The great arctic parasite invasion." "Mulder, we'd only known each other for about two months at that point!" "I realize that. And, as I said, I was making a real effort to control my conscious thought along those lines. But my subconscious refused to cooperate. We got out of quarantine, I popped in a video, I fell asleep and suddenly there we were in technicolor. . . and our birthday suits." "You dream in color? I thought most men didn't." "Oddly enough, my usual the-aliens-are-coming-to-get-me type dreams are in black-and-white. But my erotic dreams starring my sexy partner are always in color. So what happened in the rest of the pirate novel?" "Later on in the book when he finally meets back up with her, the pirate's bride is about seven months pregnant and there's another, er, love scene described in graphic detail. I was thinking about that one tonight because of the movie and because of my being about that far along." "So what does this pirate do when he's finally reunited with his beautiful, beloved, pregnant wife?" "They make love again; very tenderly, very slowly. Before I'd ever been pregnant with Melissa, that scene didn't appeal to me quite as much as the first one. It was a bit harder to imagine myself in it, I suppose." "But now?" "Well, it's been a long time since I've been a virgin, Mulder. However, I can relate to being a pregnant woman with an incredibly sexy husband." "So do you want to pretend that we're the couple in the book tonight?" "You wouldn't find that insulting or upsetting?" she asked. "That I was fantasizing while we were making love?" "There are all kinds of different kinds and levels of sexual fantasizing, Dana," he said slowly, placing his hand gently on her swollen belly. "Some of them we've already experienced. . .we most likely conceived on a night we were pretending it was our 'first time' all over again." "Yeah, but that. . .different." "Agreed. And I think, once or twice, you've pretended that we were on a deserted tropical island rather than making love rather prosaically in our bed, haven't you?" "Well, yes, but. . ." "So we've already incorporated certain types of sexual fantasizing into our lovemaking, Dana. It doesn't mean we don't truly love each other. That said, there are *some* types of fantasies you could have that would upset me. Probably very much so." "Such as what?" "If you were fantasizing about being yourself -- Dr. Dana Scully, FBI agent and, not incidentally, my wife -- but having a sexual encounter with a man other than me that you personally know, say Skinner or Jimmy or Chan or somebody. . .*that* I would find insulting and upsetting." "Yuck!" "Even you fantasizing about having a sexual encounter with a celebrity, somebody we don't know personally, would bother me. If you were pretending that you, Dana Scully, were making love with Alec Baldwin or Pierce Brosnan or somebody, instead of me. . .yeah, I'd be upset about that. It would cool things off real fast if you suddenly yelled 'give it to me, Pierce' when I was in you." "I wouldn't do that. I don't want anyone other than you." "Glad to hear it, sweetheart. Those exceptions cleared out of the way. . .if you want to fantasize that we're a pirate and his bride in the Caribbean of the 17th century, I don't have any objections. Just tell me what to do to act the part. Although I have to warn you, I draw the line at having a parrot perched on my shoulder when we're making love." Scully giggled. "Fox, it's been a long time since I read the book and, unlike you I don't have a photographic memory." "Yeah, but how many times did you read the book, Dana?' "From cover to cover? Only twice." "How many times did you read the sex scenes, sweetheart?" "Umm. . ." "Are we talking double digit numbers?" "At least. Maybe closer to triple digits." "So I think we can assume you pretty much remember the scenes. Just narrate for me, sweetheart, and I'll try to follow along." Scully nodded and took a deep breath. Then she said: "He reached over and begin to unlace the front of her gown." "Unlace?" Mulder muttered. "You can just unbutton my blouse, Mulder. For heaven's sake, improvise a little bit! If I have to stop the flow of the story to give you explicit instructions it's going to ruin the mood." "Okay," he murmured, slowly flicking open the buttons and spreading the material apart. "Her breasts were fuller and riper now than they had been before and he weighed then in his hands with a tender touch." Mulder complied taking a breast in each hand and squeezing them gently. "He continued to undress her slowly, blazing a trail first with his hands, then with his lips." Mulder took a long time fulfilling these instructions, lightly tickling and licking his way down his wife's body. When Scully was completely naked, she sighed and wiggled then said, "He stood up from the bed and removed his own clothes quickly, showing none of the care for his own garments that he'd shown for hers." Mulder sprung off the bed, shed his own clothes, the lay back down beside his wife. "Rolling her onto her side and lifting one of her legs so that it was atop both of his, he gently slid his shaft into the center of her desire." Mulder gave a muffled snort at the flowery language but followed Scully's instructions. "As he thrust into her, she was quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of having both her husband and their child within her body and, within moments, she had reached her peak with a starburst of sensation. He followed soon afterwards." "The following soon afterwards part won't be a problem, Dana, but I think how soon you climax isn't something that we can do totally by the book." "I'm. . .ummm... Mulder!" Feeling the pulsating sensations of his wife's orgasm triggered Mulder's own and neither of them said anything intelligible for several minutes. Finally Mulder said, "You know, Dana, unless the pirate captain was named 'Mulder' you kind of blew the fantasy there at the last minute." "I told you, Mulder," she murmured sleepily, "the pirate captain was you the last time I had the dream." Author's e-mail addy: tapw63@hotmail.com