From: Dhcmoon Date: 09 Oct 2000 21:55:36 GMT Subject: NEW: Mulder Reaches Home (1/1) by Sister Moon TITLE: Mulder Reaches Home (1/1) AUTHOR: Sister Moon E-MAIL: Dhcmoon@aol.com SUMMARY: Post-ep vignette (*Not* "Requiem"!!); just a bit of fun for poor Mulder. Can't bear to think of him suffering on that spaceship :-( KEYWORDS: MSR RATING: PG FEEDBACK: I would love it; direct it to my e-mail address above ARCHIVE: Certainly, but please let me know where Mulder Reaches Home (1/1) "Mulder, I've gotta stop, my arms are getting tired," Scully says breathlessly and I groan inwardly in disappointment. I don't want to stop. I never want this to end. "Just a couple more minutes, Scully, come on," I murmur as the baseball hurtles towards us and we swing the bat together to send it sailing up into the night sky. "Two more swings and that's it, Mulder." "Okay." Just as the kid throwing us the balls is about to let fly with another pitch, a car horn beeps and he turns towards the sound, dropping the ball. "Mister I've gotta go, my Mom's here to pick me up," he yells to me. Scully takes her hands off the bat and drops her arms. I keep my arms around her and bring my lips to her ear to whisper, "Happy Birthday, Scully." She rests her head wearily against my shoulder. "Thank you, Mulder," she says affectionately, sounding as carefree and happy as I've ever known her to be. Something bursts inside my chest when I realize I'm the one responsible for giving Scully this one hour of pure joy. I done good. "You're welcome," I mumble, emotion making my voice thick. I reluctantly drop the bat and let Scully go as the kid approaches me for payment. "That'll be ten dollars, mister." I rifle through my jeans pocket, pull out a twenty dollar bill and hand it to him. If I'd had a hundred I would have gladly given it to him. "Keep the change, kid." "Thanks!" he shouts, running off to his impatient mother who is beeping her car horn again. Scully and I walk over to the bleachers where we'd thrown my baseball shirt and her jacket when we'd started to get too warm from exertion. "Hey Scully, sit down, I haven't given you your second present yet." She looks at me with a raised eyebrow, her curiousity piqued. "I get another present?" "Yeah. Sit down and close your eyes." Her look turns dubious. "Scully......*trust* me." She sits on the bench and closes her eyes. I reach under the bench and slide out a small cooler, opening it to take out a pint of ice cream and a spoon. I sit down next to her and open the lid, scooping out a spoonful of ice cream and bringing it towards her lips. I pause, taking the opportunity to drink her in for a moment while she can't see me gawking at her like a lovesick teenager. Her cheeks are flushed a healthy pink, there's a fine sheen of sweat on her face and her lips are curved up in a gentle smile. I've never wanted to kiss her more than I do right at this moment. "Mulder, what is it?" she teases impatiently as her smile widens, her eyes still shut. "No peeking." "I'm *not*!" She jumps a bit, startled, when I touch the cold spoon to her lips. "Open up, Scully." "Ice cream?" Both her eyebrows raise as she opens her mouth and I slide the spoon in. "Mmmmmm, cookies & cream," she says with her mouth full, her lips curling around the spoon in a smile of approval. "Yeah and it's the real thing too, not that tofu crap." "You trying to get me fat, Mulder?" I hand her the pint and the spoon. "'Just eat your ice cream while it's on your plate...that's my philosophy.'" "Thornton Wilder," she answers, taking a huge spoonful of ice cream and shoving it into her mouth. "Very good." "Where's your spoon, Mulder, aren't you gonna have any?" "We'll have to share the spoon, I only brought one." Instead of handing me the spoon, Scully surprises me by sticking it into the ice cream then bringing it up to my mouth to feed me, with a flirtatious look that would've buckled my knees if I weren't sitting down. I grasp her wrist gently and hold it while I eat the ice cream as slowly as I can, wanting to prolong the moment. I close my eyes in concentration, licking every last bit of the ice cream off the spoon. I wish I could keep going and lick Scully's fingers too. Hell, who am I kidding; I'd lick her *everywhere* if I ever got the chance. Still grasping Scully's wrist, I take the spoon out of her hand and turn her palm up to press a sticky kiss into it. When I open my eyes and look up, my breath catches in my throat at the look on Scully's face. I've caught her in an unguarded moment of open lust, her bottom lip hanging open and her half-lidded eyes staring at me dazedly. All of a sudden, I'm not in a deserted Little League field; I'm in Yankee Stadium, and a filled-to-capacity crowd is chanting my name wildly in enthusiasm, urging me on. I lean in to Scully and touch my lips to hers in a light, brief kiss. Her whimper against my lips is all the encouragement I need to keep going. I tangle my fingers into her silky soft hair and kiss her harder, and I'm rewarded when Scully opens her mouth and her cookies-and-cream-flavored tongue touches mine. One minute later, we're both straddling the bench, facing each other and kissing wildly. Scully's fingernails are scraping my scalp and her erotic moans are sounding more and more desperate. Taking that as my signal to steal second base, I bring my hand down and cup Scully's breast lightly. I hear her sharp intake of breath when my thumb brushes her nipple. "Oh GOD, don't stop," she gasps out, pulling my hair harder. Her hands reach down and start to pull my shirt up, then one hand rubs firmly against the front of my jeans. I suddenly realize if we don't get out of there, I'm gonna be throwing Scully on the ground and sliding into home any minute now. I take my hand off her breast and pull away, breathing heavily. "Let's take this back to your house, Scully," I pant when I get my voice back. "NO!" She frowns and shakes her head, with a look bordering on disgust. "'No'?" I repeat dumbly, panicked that she's already changing her mind and reverting back to serious-as-church Scully. "Let's go to *your* place, Mulder. It's closer." She grins at me wickedly. I can hear the invisible crowd roaring its approval as I stand up and reach for Scully's hand. I think I even hear the explosion of fireworks behind us as we walk out of the park together. End.