From: PamalaSt Date: 23 Dec 1998 12:06:44 GMT Subject: NEW Pink towel and Lavender panties (1/1) By Pamalast Disclaimer : Mulder and Scully belong to 1013. They are not mine but like many others I cant help but wanna take them out to play sometimes. Description: A little MSR fantasy for your holiday enjoyment Note: PG-13 Sure its suggestive, but I have now come to terms that I am a fade to black , shut the door, kind a gal where MS RST is concerned :0) Feedback? Sure love to hear it PamalaSt@aol.com PINK TOWEL AND LAVENDER PANTIES (1/1) by PamalaSt I've been up and ready for work for a couple of hours now. I needed to talk to Scully about Spender's latest little stunt. I could have called her, but . . . well, we've gotten closer lately, and the thought of discussing things over a cup of coffee face to face sounded really appealing. So here I am, at her door unannounced at 7:30 on a Thursday morning. Nothing seriously wrong, no crisis, I just wanted to be with her without the whole office watching our every move. I've been out here for ten minutes. Why isn't she answering the door? I know her car is here. The lights are on and I can hear the TV through the door. It doesn't take much to convince myself that her lack of response warrants using the key and letting myself in. I can see right away that she is not in the living room. I check the kitchen. Not there either, but there is a pot of coffee brewing and a mug and spoon sitting on the countertop. She's here somewhere. I stand at the end of the dark hallway that leads to the bath and bedrooms. "Scully? You here?" At that moment she walks out of the bathroom into the hall wearing nothing more than a pink bath towel. Who knows if she heard me calling her or not? But she knows I'm here now. She stops suddenly, her eyes opening wide. A flash of surprise crosses her face at seeing me there to be quickly replaced by a look of obvious annoyance. Even though shocked and surprised she still has the presence of mind to hold tight to the towel. "Mulder! What the hell are you doing there? You scared me." I stammer over a response. I can hardly speak at all, seeing her . . . like that! Even in the dim light, standing there with her hair hanging in wet waves around her face, and the damp towel clinging to her tiny body in all the right places, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. *Excuses, excuses . . .Wait! I don't need an excuse. I came here for a reason.* "I needed to talk to you about Spender, Scully. And I didn't want to do it at the office since we're hands-off all things X files. So I just sort of dropped by on my way in." I laid on the boyish charm extra thick, hoping to weasel my way out of the situation. Of course, while it may be effective on other women, this approach has little or no effect on Scully. I can see she is angry with me, so I take a step back, moving toward the door. Even though I'm fairly certain she doesn't have a weapon under that towel, I never underestimate Scully. "Sorry about letting myself in. I got a little worried when you didn't answer the door." She walks right up to me, so close I can smell her freshly washed hair right under my nose. "I assure you, Mulder, I am very capable of showering without your help." I stare down at the floor feeling a little guilty for barging in on her. And a hell of a lot more guilty for the little scene of Scully and I showering together that I just can't seem to get out of my mind right now. "Sorry, Scully. I should go." "No, no, Mulder. Really, it's okay. Why don't you go make yourself a cup of coffee while I get dressed, and then we can talk." I look at her standing there, wrapped up in the pink towel, and watch her face in hopes of committing the image to memory. * This is one Scully I want to keep fresh in my mind.* " Sure, if that's what you really want?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * What I really want?* He's standing there smiling at me. What does he really think is going to happen here? I know this game. We've played lots of little games like this to avoid discussing our real feelings. But this time the stakes are higher. And as a rule we usually have clothes on for these little matches. I watch his face as I run over the possibilities to myself. *Just how far are you willing to take this, Dana?* Well, I'm standing here dripping wet, wrapped in a towel in a dark hallway with Mulder. How far indeed? I take a chance and up the ante. "Did you have something else in mind, Mulder?" Ah ha! Silence. Somehow I knew he'd back down easily. He runs his fingers through his hair several times - a nervous gesture. I know him so well. Toss a little innuendo back at him and he'll make his escape. "Well, actually I was thinking I could watch you get dressed first and then we could talk business over coffee." Not a blink, not even a flinch. Was I supposed to have missed the first part of that sentence? Or maybe he doesn't realize he said it out loud. People do that sometimes. No. No mistaking it. I can tell by the way he's looking at me that he meant it. A challenge? I've played chicken before. I know how this works and I'm not ready to back down just yet. Fact is, I've only just recently begun to come to terms with all that Mulder means to me. It's very exciting, to feel his eyes on me, to see desire in them and know that he wants and needs me not just as a partner and a friend, but as a woman. I meet his eye and his challenge - and then turn on my heel and head for the bedroom, leaving him alone to consider his next move. "If you'd like?" I toss behind me as I go. As I pull out my dark gray suit and a black blouse and lay it on the bed, I turn to find him in the doorway watching me. Without a word he crosses the room, sitting down in the chair by the window. I think to myself, studying his face, *Your move, Dana. Do i dare?* I'm holding the towel so tightly around my breasts that my knuckles are turning white. *I can do this. I WANT to do this.* I desperately search for what to say, but he's already one step ahead of me. "So what are you gonna wear today, Scully?" My eyes move to the suit lying on the bed, but his don't. They are glued on me. "Oh, I've seen the suits, Scully." I feel a knot coil up in my stomach as I watch his eyes travel down my body. "I mean under the suit." Without a word I move to the dresser and begin rummaging around in the top drawer for suitable undergarments. In an instant he's there, next to me, taking my hand in his. His touch, the nearness of his body, makes my heart hammer in my chest. "Let me choose, Scully?" I stand back, watching him ponder his selection. In the end he turns and hands me a lavender lace Wonderbra and matching panties. "I like this one." Taking a seat again in the chair, he smiles at me. "I REALLY like this one!" We stare at one another for what seems like forever. We can't sit here like this all day. It's now or never. Gingerly I unwrap the damp towel that I've been clinging to like a life raft since the moment I first saw him in the hallway. I'm naked in front of Mulder. And it's not because of any injury or life threatening situation. But because I want to be, and because he wants me to be. This moment feels like an eternity. I feel simultaneously frightened at my vulnerability and excited by my bold step towards the intimacy I think we both long for, but fear. Finally modesty prevails, and I reach for the undergarments lying on the bed to cover myself. "No! Wait, Scully. I want to look at you for just a minute." I feel heat spread through me as his eyes roam over every inch of my naked body till they finally come to rest on mine. I don't know what I expect to happen. But his manner, his smile, the look in his eyes, are something I never imagined. Soft, warm, gentle and loving. "Scully. . . you're beautiful!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's so incredibly beautiful. More than I had ever dreamed. And I've spent a fair amount of time dreaming of her just like this. I'd give anything to touch her right now. But I won't - not yet. If I wasn't certain I loved her before, I am now. I move to the bed, careful not to make her feel threatened, and hand her the bra and panties. She slips them on quickly under my watchful eye. She looks nearly as wonderful in them as she did without. She stands there, hands on her hips, biting her lower lip and watching me as I go back into the lingerie drawer and pull out another little item. Hell, if I'm living out my Scully fantasies here, I may as well go for broke. An exasperated sigh and roll of the eyes as she sees the items in my outstretched hand. "Thigh-high stockings, Mulder? Isn't that a little much?" "C'mon, Scully! No one will know but you and I. And it would sure make me a VERY happy man." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Feeling a bit more confident and a hell of a lot more playful now that I'm reasonably covered, I take the stockings from his hand and follow him back to the chair. As he turns to face me I give him a gentle shove in the chest, forcing him to sit. Even as a younger woman I never took pleasure in teasing a man. But I must admit I'm enjoying watching Mulder squirm. Hoping to drive him just a little crazy, I use my foot to force his legs apart bringing my toes to rest on the edge of the chair up against one of Mulder's most sensitive spots. A sharp intake of breath and wide eyes tell me I'm on the right track. *Turnabout is fair play, Mulder!* Playing temptress is very exciting. I haven't had many opportunities to feel sexy in the last few years, and this little game of cat and mouse with Mulder is making me feel very sexy. I lean over, showing more than ample cleavage thanks to my frilly lavender Wonderbra. I slip the stocking over my toes, making sure to run my hand across his thigh as innocently as possible in the process. I can't help but smile as he fidgets with his pantlegs, struggling to keep his hands to himself as I slowly slide one stocking after another seductively up each leg. "Hmmm, Scully, you're very, VERY good at that. You know if you could do the same little number on Kersh, it might make things at the office a little easier for both of us." I move back to the bed and start to put on the skirt and blouse. Of course, this where I lose him. Yeah! I know he's seen the suits. But when he grabs a magazine off the night stand, I can't help being a bit offended by his sudden lack of interest. "You gonna read, Mulder?" He smiles and shakes his head as he lays the magazine in his lap. Oh! I see. I can't help but wonder just how much of an effect my display had had on him. "That's a relief, Mulder. I was beginning to think I'd lost my touch or maybe you were made of stone." "No! Nooooo, not at all, Scully. You most certainly have not lost your touch. Now if you don't mind, I think I'll just sit here for a while and think of sports." He shifts a bit uncomfortably in his chair while I continue to dress. "Yeah, ummm, maybe a long while!" I slip on my coat and shoes and start out for the bathroom. "I'm gonna go dry my hair, Mulder. You take all the time you need. When I'm done, we can have that cup of coffee and talk about Spender all you like." I notice he winces at the mention of Spender's name. "Thanks, Scully," he calls after me. "The thought of Spender, now that's a big help. I should be myself in no time." I return to the bedroom for just a moment, brushing my hair, to find him still sitting there with his eyes closed. "Mulder?" "Yeah, Scully?" "Was that foreplay?" He doesn't even open his eyes, just leans back in the chair smiling. "I CERTAINLY hope so!"