From: "D. Nouemont" Date: Wed, 17 May 2000 14:20:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Round One, by D. Nouemont Source: direct Title: Round One Author: D. Nouemont Rating: NC-17 Classification: SR, M/S Spoilers: Nope Keywords: Smut, utter tripe Summary: Heat and humidity do the craziest things Only the tiniest amount of breeze stirred the air around them. She ran her hands through her hair briefly, moving strands slicked in place by the sweat the hot night air was bringing up on both of them. She glanced at her companion, tried again to follow the story he was telling, tried to pick up her place in his narration. /It's not working/, she thought, and sighed slightly, causing him to pause in his story. "Are you all right?" he asked, with a light note of concern, his spot in his story still bookmarked behind his eyes. "Fine," she smiled warmly at him, letting it reach all the way to her own eyes. She knew she would regret it later. She would lose track of his story, and later when he referred to it she would not remember what on earth he was talking about, and he would know she hadn't really been giving him much attention. It might even upset him. /If only you knew how much attention I am giving you right now/, she thought, but did not say. Not yet. Not now. The temptation was vast, but tamped down by the heavy humid weight that everything, even speech, was carrying tonight. It wasn't so much the quantity of attention she was giving him that was at issue, it was the quality of it. The blasted, godforsaken, unabashed fantasizing that was going on was becoming distracting in the extreme. /Of course I'm paying attention, you fool/, her mind continued to wander, /I'm paying attention to the light in your eyes, and the way your hair is falling across your forehead, and the way the sweat from this disgustingly hot and humid night somehow manages to make you look more sexy than ever. Dammit/. "Mmhmm," she murmured, inclining her head in the slightest of half-nods. Citronella scent churned sluggishly past them, though she felt even bugs might be oppressed by tonight's humidity. What had he just said? She tried valiantly to recall, but was distracted when he reached for his drink, sweating profusely off to the side of his chair. "Scully." He said, not quite managing to break her out of her reverie. "Scully?" Starting back a bit, she realized she'd been staring quite intently at his forearm as it extended to pick up the mostly-empty glass of iced tea he had been sipping at on and off. "Oh! I'm sorry, I..." "You were staring, is what you were doing. You seem distracted, are you sure nothing's bothering you?" Mulder looked closely at her, she'd been quiet for quite some time. Of course, he had been happy to fill the void with some of his latest ideas, but it wasn't like her to be quite so silent during one of their rare evenings spent together outside of work. She cast her eyes back at his face, not quite making eye contact. "I'm fine, really. I was thinking, though, that we could probably both use a refill on the tea." She smiled at him, and of course it was genuine. It usually was, with him, especially when they were just spending a little time together, relaxing outside of work and trying to talk about anything but the latest case or trouble. They got to do this less and less, it seemed. /And here you go thinking about ruining it!/ Her inner monologue was not helping at all tonight. "Sure, more tea would be great, I can get it for us though if you'd like," he moved as though he was going to get out of the deck chair, but she waved a hand at him. "Don't bother," she said, "with my air conditioning broken, it's even more miserable in there than it is out here. I'll be quick about it, and this way only one of us has to deal with the heat in there." /Get your mind out of the gutter, Dana/, she thought. /Heat, indeed/. He smiled and sat back down, and she went inside with both their glasses. Thank goodness, at least her ice-maker wasn't broken tonight. She filled each glass most of the way with ice and then poured out the fresh tea from her old glass pitcher. One stray ice cube skittered across the counter and she reached a hand out to stop it before it hit the floor. It was so cold, and such a relief in the uncomfortable heat in her apartment, that she picked it up and held it to her forehead. She put the pitcher back in the refrigerator and leaned against the counter, gently moving the ice cube over her flushed face and down onto her neck. The cool water ran down to the neck of the old t-shirt she was wearing, and a few stray drops made it down between her breasts, causing her to shudder. She started moving the ice cube in that direction when the sudden noise of the screen door opening brought her guest back to the front of her mind. "Scully, are you sure you didn't need help..." he cut off as he got to the kitchen, stopping at the sight of his lovely partner pulling the neck of her t-shirt away from her body and holding an ice cube right at her collarbone. /Lucky ice cube/, he thought briefly, and blinked. Where had that thought come from? Mulder didn't notice the new flush creeping up his partner's neck to her cheeks, because in the heavy summer heat they were both a little flushed already. Scully felt it, however, as she quickly drew the ice cube away and tossed it in the sink. "No, Mulder, it's fine. I got distracted, we can take these back outside. At least out there, if there is ever a bit of breeze, we have a chance in hell of feeling it." "What distracted you, Scully?" He smiled slowly and walked closer to her, his arm brushing hers lightly as he opened the freezer door to pull out an ice cube for himself. /What the hell/, he thought, feeling a shudder that almost matched hers as their arms touched. He brought out two ice cubes, and held one to his own forehead for a moment. Closing the freezer door, he leaned in a little closer to her and held the second ice cube to her forehead. "Nothing?" she sighed, as she reached a hand up to hold the ice cube he had gotten out for her. She touched his fingers but he did not let go - he started moving the ice cube over toward her temple, her hand following along. "Is that a question?" he grinned at her, but his voice sounded a little heavier somehow. Or was that her own expectancy? She never would have imagined, even ten minutes ago, even with all the rampant fantasizing she had been doing, that Mulder would do anything like this. She also knew that maybe if her mind hadn't been so wrapped up in the thought of him touching her anywhere - /everywhere/, she amended - she might not let him continue doing what he was doing. Scully took a deep breath and looked into her partner's eyes. They had shared many things, and had learned above all to be honest with one another. She hated being lied to, especially by him, and she refused to do him the disservice of lying to him now. She moved her fingers away from his, trailing her ice-watery fingertips down to his wrist, resting gently against his pulse point. Breathing deeply, she reached out with her other hand and started guiding the other ice cube gently down the side of Mulder's face. "The truth?" she meant to speak normally, but it came out in a harsh little whisper, followed by a small shudder as more water ran down her cheek and under her t-shirt. "Scully, of course the truth. You can tell me, whatever it is." Mulder was still a little concerned, but that was quickly disappearing and being taken over by a new emotion as he watched the drops of water run slowly down Scully's cheek, under her chin and slip down her neck between her breasts. He wanted to give his attention to what she had to say, but right now he was finding it hard to focus on much of anything besides the fact that she was clearly not wearing a bra. "The truth, Mulder," she was barely speaking above a whisper, her tone almost a purr that made him suddenly feel a chill even in the heat of the kitchen, "is that I've been somewhat distracted all evening. By you." Her eyes met his solidly for the first time since he had come inside and he was startled at what he saw there. She held his gaze and moved the hand guiding the ice cube on his face down below the curve of his chin. "Scully, I..." what was he? "I'm flattered. In fact...right now, I'm quite distracted by you as well." Her gaze had not wavered from his, and she drew herself up closer to him, having to go a little on tiptoe to get closer to his face. She smiled slowly at him. "You know," she said, taking the ice cube she was holding against her own cheek and moving it to her mouth, "I never thought I would see the day where I'd be quite this glad I had distracted you." Scully took the ice cube and brought it to her lips, sucking gently. Mulder dropped the ice cube on his own face to the ground and stared, with his mouth slightly agape. "Scully, I never thought you could drive me quite this far to distraction, either, but you're making a good show of it." The desire that he had seen in her eyes flared into rampant lust, an expression he could honestly say he wasn't even sure had ever crossed Scully's face. It was a difficult task, trying to think of his partner as an asexual being, but if he wasn't to be driven crazy at her every touch it was an everyday necessity. Mulder watched intently as Scully sucked the ice cube into her mouth, then took the rest of her thumb and forefinger in as well. Scully smiled at Mulder's sharp intake of breath, and she pulled the ice cube out of her mouth and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder in the general direction of the sink. "What I really have been thinking about a lot tonight, Mulder," she reached her arms up and around behind his neck, "is something like this." As she stretched the last small distance between them, the desire in her eyes matched what he was certain was showing in his own, then he lost sight of everything as her lips met his. Cold, they were so cold from the ice cube, but quickly they began to warm. He pulled her lower lip between his own and sucked gently, warming the pliant flesh, but she wanted none of his gentleness, not then, not in the first rush of this adventure, this "off-limits" thing that was beginning between them. Her own lips parted and her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring, also cold at first but heating so quickly that the cold became the barest memory in the heat of Scully's apartment, and the new heat of their embrace. Mulder's breath came quickly, as he fought back with kisses as strong and exploratory as her own, tasting what he had barely let himself dream he might one day taste. His hands moved around behind her, clasping her small waist even as he began to propel her towards the kitchen counter. Suddenly, it was like floodgates opening, he pushed into her as hard as she was pushing into him, and her nails at the flesh of his back made him gasp. He broke away from Scully then and ripped his t-shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor where he stood. Mulder's eyes were dark with passion, with years of the denial of lust tearing into him as he watched Scully pull off her own shirt, but not fast enough, it could not possibly happen soon enough. Though he ached to reach down and unbutton his now uncomfortably tight jeans, he ached even more to touch this woman, to have his hands on the small, delectable breasts. Traces of moisture from the ice water still glistened on them, and he fell to his knees in front of her, licking every trace of water from her like the most fair oasis ever found by man. Scully half-stumbled into the counter and threw her head back when his lips first touched her nipple. She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood when his other hand explored her belly, and fondled her other breast as he licked and sucked and bit at the first one. Breathlessly, eagerly, he tasted both of her nipples, one after the other - nipping at them as they hardened and blowing on them as they heated under the ministrations of his tongue and fingers. She felt she could barely breathe as he began to lick and kiss a trail down to the waistband of her jeans and before he could get much farther she yanked on his hair and brought him back up to eye level. Staring at him for one charged moment, she deftly maneuvered out of his grasp and pushed him back against the counter, turning the tables. She grinned evilly at him as she began her play on his own nipples, licking one and raking the other with her fingernails until he was gasping and groaning when she barely touched her lips to him. Mulder was nearly in physical pain, he had wanted to please her first but now he could think of little else than the fact that Scully's hand was on his waistband, this was Scully undoing his jeans and sliding them down his legs along with his boxers, this was Scully's kitchen where he kicked his shoes as far away as possible as she removed the last of his clothing...and God Almighty this was Scully kneeling in front of him. His guttural noises intensified as she started kissing the length of him and fondling his balls. He was still not prepared for the scream that came from him when she deftly licked his tip a final time, drew away, then took as much of him in her mouth as she could all at once. Scully smiled around Mulder as she sucked, gently at first, then harder, then just gentle kisses...giving, then receiving, listening to Mulder's hoarse prayers over and over..."ohgodohgodohgodOHMYGODSCULLY" as she picked up the pace, his hips thrusting and her head working frantically over him until she was fairly certain he had gotten the general idea. Gasping, Mulder grappled with the last shreds of his self-control. As he looked down to see Scully's brilliant red hair covering her face and mouth at their devilish, wonderful business, he thought he had never seen anything so sexy in his life. He wanted nothing more now than to make her scream even louder than he had. Gathering his will, he thought only of what he would do to her...he reached down and put his hand into that lovely, lovely hair and stopped her before she could take him the rest of the way, over the edge. It was his turn for an evil grin as he brought her up to face him, both of them sweating, her lips looking swollen and pouting. He drew her in and kissed her fiercely, then reached down to grab her beautiful ass and hoisted her up so that she was riding over his hips just above his aching erection she'd been so lovingly tending to before. Mulder wasn't sure how he did it, but he managed not to break off from kissing her as he carried her hurriedly into the living room. Scully was moaning and sighing into his mouth as he reached the couch and neatly dropped her into it. As she laid back he broke the kiss and looked down at her. "I think," he spoke slowly, trying to hold his desire in check as well he could, "it is high time you had some more distraction, young lady." He smiled at what he was doing to her, the color on her cheeks stood out sharply, her breath was coming fast and hard and her hair was a mess. Scully could not believe the way her fantasies were coming alive, never had she thought it might happen so quickly, so completely. Never, in fact, had she been certain it would happen at all. Now looking at the lust barely hiding behind her partner's smile, she wondered why it took as long as it did. These thoughts were soon driven from Scully's mind, however, as Mulder began to suckle her neck and nip at her earlobes, while one busy hand worked on a tender breast as the other traveled down between her legs. "Oh...Mulder," she breathed the words out at him, "can't believe you could wait...long enough **OH!!**...not to have distracted me like this in the kitchen!" Scully could barely finish getting the words out, as he had now moved down and was letting his mouth give attention to her hard, erect nipples while his talented hands were making quick work of her jeans, one finger slipping into her panties to find her already so hot, so wet, he... "Scully," Mulder glanced up at her one last time as he tossed her sandals aside and pulled her jeans off completely, "that countertop of yours is rather hard-edged. I don't want it marking up your beautiful ass before I even get a chance to." Scully almost got off a giggle at this, but then his mouth slipped down to where his fingers had been and she forgot everything. Everything they'd done, said, or been to each other in the past seven years fled from her mind as his tongue began slow, agonizing circles around her clitoris. Any rational thought as to what this all might mean fled as he sucked and kissed her there, and she forgot anything else she might have ever known as he slipped first one, then two fingers deep into her wetness. She moaned louder and louder and moved her hips in time to the clever, brilliant rhythm that his mouth and hands were setting up. There was darkness and darkness and darkness behind her eyes and then a point of light, a brilliant star, an ocean of light washing over her as she screamed his name over and over, quivering in her release around his talented fingers and his own moaning mouth. Mulder never thought to see anything sexier than Scully's head bent over his waist as she gave him incredible head, but he knew he'd been wrong when he saw his partner's face in the throes of her climax, screaming his name in time to the powerful contractions seizing on his fingers deep inside her. His own need, which he had been distracted enough to ignore for a few blissful moments, was painfully awakened at the sight of her lovely mouth forming his name as he peered over her belly and breasts to watch her. Retracing his steps he kissed his way back up her heaving chest, stopping to pay proper homage to each dark pink nipple as it jogged with the excitement of her breathy climax. He nuzzled her neck and began a long, slow kiss that she returned eagerly, savoring the taste of herself on his lips. Scully pulled away from the kiss and brought his oh-so-clever hand to her mouth, closing her lips over the fingers he had used to bring her to such a shattering end. Mulder looked to her for the permission he was seeking, knowing it was time to bring this new exploration to its fullest consummation. She sucked lovingly at his fingers and opened her eyes. He hovered over her, painfully erect, and she gave him the slightest nod as she let his fingers out of her mouth. Breathing deep, Mulder put his hands next to Scully's face as she lay on the couch and leaned in to kiss her again. As their lips touched, he thrust himself fully into her, and she was ready for him - so ready - that she met his with a thrust of her own, taking him in, and gasping around his lips. "Mulder," she said, lifting and grinding slowly with her hips, staring into his eyes. "Scully," he breathed, his eyes dark with lust, knowing he must pick up the pace soon or be killed by the pleasure of it. He pulled most of the way back out and then sheathed himself fully again, then began to pick up a quicker and quicker rhythmic pace. His hips were met every time by her own, and the movement became its own thing, out of the control of either of them, in and out again in a timeless and wordless dance. Faster and faster Mulder went, knowing he should make it slower but at the same time knowing he could not, not this time, not as he slid into her, so hot and tight and screaming, again, for him, he felt her start to contract again, had a half thought that she could not, not again, not so soon, and then all was lost as her next climax pulled the last shred of his control, as he closed his eyes in something almost like pain as his orgasm crashed over him in a wave of ecstasy, his hoarse shouts of "Scully!" rising and joining with her own cries, "Mulder! Mulder!" So quickly it ended, as he slumped to the couch, pinning her beneath him. For several minutes they were both afraid to open their eyes, unsure what they would see when they looked at one another. Finally Scully drew a deep breath and looked at him, at the top of his tousled head where it lay against her chest. "Mulder," she said softly, reaching to touch his face. He turned to her, smiling, and whispered, "Scully. What did we just do?" Scully's small smile deepened as she said, "Mulder, I think we just engaged in round one. Do you think it's worth looking into a round two?" Mulder began to grin at her as he propped himself up on one elbow and traced lazy circles around her nipple with his free hand. "Well now," he said, "I was thinking of something involving that beautiful ass of yours..." Arching her back blissfully she met his eyes and said, "But not involving the kitchen counter, right?" "Never, Scully," Mulder swore as he continued his play, "you're far too close to the kitchen knives in there." Scully's laughter bubbled up, and Mulder's joined hers for a moment before he bent his head over her other breast as a warm up to round two.