From: The Fox Date: 2 Oct 2002 07:43:30 -0700 Subject: xfc: Mood Changer NC-17 by The Fox Source: atxc Mood Changer NC-17 by The Fox TITLE: Mood Changer AUTHOR: The Fox E-MAIL: xmarksthespot8@hotmail.com SPOILERS: Not a one RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: MSR Mulder POV DISCLAIMER: Aren't they all up for dibs now? SUMMARY: I don't think I want to be alone right now. AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first attempt at smut. Yep, gone and done it! It took a lot of coaxing, prodding and stroking (my ego!) from my beta, Kimpa, as well as instigating a few ideas. Thanks also for the warm website! www.kimpart.com where my stories have been archived. (www.kimpart.com/foxden.html) XXXXXXXXXX Mood Changer by The Fox I can't seem to concentrate on the file opened before me. You're sitting on the floor, head propped on your hand, elbow on the coffee table, engrossed in the chick flick you insisted on watching. Your other hand plays with the collar of your shirt as you watch this late night movie. I can't discern the plot if there is one. I haven't paid any heed to it. There is a slight crease in your brow as you give the story line your complete attention but there is a small curving at the corner of your mouth as a small smile plays there. The light from the lamp and the television screen are the only illumination in the room, the screen light enhancing the beautiful features of your face. I notice your skirt has ridden up your leg under the table, displaying slightly more than usual the silkiness and curve of your thigh. The forgotten file slips from my fingers landing on the floor with a thud, scattering papers around my feet. Shit! You look around at me, a somewhat confused expression splayed on your face as if woken from an alternate universe. Your eyes lower to the floor, taking in the scene of papers, then raise them back up to mine. A full-blown smile curls those full, rosy lips reaching your eyes with a mischievous sparkle. "What?" I wonder if you can hear the quaver in my voice. You don't answer, just smiling back at me. I reach down and gather the papers back into the file. You don't return your attention to the movie but watch my every movement. I can feel my ears start to burn with embarrassment and my neck and cheeks start to heat up from your perusal. I decide that to try and concentrate on the file now is going to be a feat that I won't be able to manage so I abandon it on the table, stand and wander over to the window hoping that the distance between us will release some of the tension and cool the rising temperature. I look out at the rain. It always seems to be raining lately. "Something wrong?" Your voice follows me to the window. "What makes you think something's wrong? Finish your movie." "I've seen it before. Mulder, do you want me to go?" "I didn't say that." "You look like you're in one of those moods of yours." "Moods? I have moods?" I turn to see you approaching the window, the smile still adorning those beautiful lips. You now stand before me, looking up at me, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. "Yes, you do." "I do not." "You do! And from what I can tell, right now there seems to be some indication that you want to be alone." "Well, then your assumption is incorrect this time, Dr. Scully." "Oh?" "Yeah. I don't think I want to be alone right now." "Oh." You move closer to me. I can smell your perfume. It's light and faded from the many hours of the first application, but it still manages to fill my senses. "Then how can we change that mood?" "I don't have a mood." I smile, despite myself. You tug on my t-shirt, pulling me that little bit closer to you. "Okay, then how can we change this mood that you *don't* have?" We both chuckle at that. One of your small hands sneaks under my t-shirt and starts a journey up my chest. I can feel the muscles tense along the path and a shiver erupts in an automatic response to your touch. My chuckle now forms into a sigh as I can feel your other hand joining the previous one on its trek under my t-shirt. When I feel your lips through the light material separating us, my hands make their own course one goes around your waist, the other cupping your cheek, bringing you closer to me as I bend down to capture those luscious, inviting lips. Your hands snake around to my back, nails teasing my skin and sending another shiver through me. Sometimes I wonder if you know what you do to me but as I welcome your tongue with mine, I imagine you do. "Move." I hear you whisper into my mouth. Move? You break the kiss. "Huh?" All coherent thought is eluding me at this point. All the blood that had helped my brain to function has headed straight down south. "Not so comfortable." You pant. Comfortable? Oh, I think you mean standing up like this. Our height difference can play havoc on your toes and neck, not to mention my back. I have to make a mental note not to start something in a position like this but hey, it wasn't me who started this today. At this moment I don't care who started what! Right now, that's the least of my problems. "I can't." "What?" Your hands are still making trails up and down my back. "Why not?" "I don't think I can make it anywhere." "Oh." On that last syllable you utter, I lift you up forcing you to wrap your legs around my waist as I press you lightly against the wall by the window. The collar of your shirt has just slipped open slightly with our movement revealing a very tempting morsel of your neck. I don't need any encouragement and dive in to sample the sweetness and softness of your skin there. You arch toward me to proffer me access to your neck, I can't help but delve down toward those heaving breasts. I place several kisses down your breastbone through your shirt. Holding you to me with one arm, the other arm loose enough to allow my hand to rub up and down your thigh at my waist, slightly roaming higher with each forward motion. You start to squirm between the wall and me, arching even further toward me. I take this as an opportunity to kiss each breast through the fabric of your shirt. I can only assume you like this as you squirm even more and release a few moans against my ear, which is an erotic sensation in itself. Even through your shirt and bra I can feel the hard pebbles of your nipples beneath my tongue and teeth. I manage to undo a few buttons down your shirt with a few tugs of my teeth and kiss the silkiness revealed to me beneath. I can't help but nuzzle at your neck again and trace a path back down between your breasts with my tongue. There is no way I can stop now and I nudge your shirt out of my way, nibbling along the outline of your bra, dipping inside with my tongue to taste the sweetness of your breast, your erect nipple. I'm not flexible enough to release the clasp but right now this is enough. I don't want to release you. Feeling you so close to me and arching into me like this is more than enough. I feel as though if I let you go to remove clothing, the whole moment would disappear, the sensations lost. I know that we would regain the mood over and over again but who can argue with feelings that overwhelm you during any moment of passion? Your arms slide up my sides over the t-shirt, skimming over my chest to latch onto my shoulders. Your thighs are gripping just that little bit tighter as your hips start to rock, sending every single thought I just had straight to my groin. The one hand I have free continues to rub your leg but finds its way further toward the heat building between your thighs. I silently thank central heating that you didn't wear stockings or it could have caused me some unwanted stress right now! When my hand reaches its goal, you squirm even more, biting my ear lobe and release what I can only perceive to be as a whimper. I shiver uncontrollably when you start to suckle on my ear lobe and then lick the outer shell. Your torture doesn't end there and your tongue starts its way down my neck. If I don't stop you, I know I won't last long and I don't want to waste any moment with you, so I return to your lips, which seem to be just as eager to find mine. Our mouths and tongues are fusing almost frantically as my fingers stroke you gently, parting your folds and releasing so much of your heat and juices. I smile into our kisses and as we break for air, you look at me, eyelids half closed, pupils fully dilated, probably matching my own. "What?" Your voice is almost husky. "What?" "That's my question, Mulder. You're smiling. I want to know what that's about?" "Just hoping this is for me?" I emphasize this with a little more pressure on a stroke. "Mmmm." You close your eyes and continue to rock. "Of course. No one else around." "Good." I place soft kisses on your eyelids, your nose and the corners of your mouth. "Just for me baby." As our mouths find each other again, I can feel you starting to tighten your muscles around my fingers and though there is nothing more erotic than seeing you in throes of ecstasy, I would prefer to be inside you when that happens and receive the full impact, so to speak. I still don't want to release you and my urgency must be noticeable because you reach down to help me release my throbbing erection. We seem to be in sync and as I pull your underwear aside, you stroke and guide me to where I most want to be. Entering you is a feeling that is indescribable and I can only imagine you're feeling the same as we both groan and shiver in unison. Your grip on my shoulders increase and one of your hands snake back under my t-shirt, scratching my back almost painfully. I'm sure that I will bear the marks of our lovemaking tomorrow, but that's fine with me almost a branding of sorts to show that this woman owns me body and soul. When your back arches again, I can only suckle at your neck and tease those pebbles peeking out from your bra. We rock together, your internal muscles tightening around me, your heat engulfing me. I can't seem to get deep enough; just want to bury myself within you, lose myself in your touch. I can tell you're almost there and I want nothing more than to watch you fall but my arms tire and I almost stagger to the couch, not because of your weight, but because my legs are shaking with anticipation. Still within your heat, I lay you on the sofa and find this position allows much deeper strokes that I think you're also appreciative of as you start to move faster, matching my every thrust. You seem to be surrounding me completely. We kiss more frantically now and I feel your body stiffen beneath me and I know you're near. I break free of your lips as I want to watch you come for me. You bite your bottom lip, wrinkling your nose and arch into me almost all the way off the couch. You whimper again but when you part your lips and release my name I can only bite down on my own lip and follow you over the edge. I motion to move away but you hold me tighter. "Don't go." "I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to squash you." "You're not. I want to feel you like this for a while longer." "I aim to please." I remain where I am, holding you close, kissing you lightly on your lips and nuzzle your neck again. The sweetness of your skin and the muskiness of our lovemaking is overwhelming. You start to laugh, releasing some of our mingled juices between us. "What?" I look into your still darkened eyes. "You have pleased me. You make me very happy, Mulder." "Glad to be of service, ma'am." You laugh harder, forcing more of a gush of wetness this time. "Sorry." You say, though you hardly look it. "I think we may have to clean up your couch now." "It can wait." Amazingly enough, I'm still inside you. "Might stain." "Maybe." We kiss deeply and I feel a stirring again. "Hey!" You push lightly against my chest, separating our lips. "You can't be seriously thinking...?" "Tell that to my body." "Hmmm... I guess we changed that mood?" "What mood?" "That mood you didn't have?" "Well, let's go a bit slower this time and maybe a little more nekked and I'll let you know." "Sounds like a plan." Yeah, I think I like this plan. Maybe I should have moods more often.