From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 3 Mar 2005 20:25:22 -0000
Subject: Shampoo by banlu
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Title:  Shampoo
Author:  banlu
Date written:  March 3, 2005

Rating:  NC-17

Category:  V

Spoilers:  Fearful Symmetry, references to the Pilot 
and Fire

Keywords:  Mulder/Scully romance

Summary:  Smutty Post-Ep for "Fearful Symmetry"

Archive:  Ephemeral and Gossamer.  Anyone else, 
please ask.

Comments:  Written for the Fandomonium Season of Smut 
Challenge - Season Two.

Disclaimer:  No matter how hard I wish, they aren't 
mine, aren't mine, aren't mine...

Thanks:  As always, to mimic for beta-ing

Dedication:    Tali - the Smut Mistress
 
Author's notes:    All the Season Two challenge fics 
can be found here:  
http://www.fandomonium.com/challenges/xffics/vss2.htm

Main Page: 
http://www.fandomonium.com/challenges/xffics/vss.htm

Feedback:  banlutoo@yahoo.com


Shampoo
by banlu


Leaving Willa Ambrose to grieve over her gorilla 
Sophie's fatal encounter on an Idaho highway, Scully 
forced Mulder to drive straight to the hospital to 
check his injuries from his own encounter with the 
gorilla.  The doctor stitched up the cut on Mulder's 
scalp and found a bump on the back of his head.  The 
possible concussion and his recitation of how poor 
Sophie appeared to have had a close encounter with an 
alien ship resulted in his being admitted for 24 hour 
observation.

His pleas (with a waggle of his brows) that Scully 
could observe him were answered by her yawns and the 
statement that she'd been up all night looking for 
him and she couldn't keep herself awake, let alone a 
concussed partner.  She took his clothes to make sure 
he'd stay put, and said she'd be back later.

When she returned after lunch, she found an extra-
grumpy Mulder pouting in his bed.  The nurses hadn't 
let him shower because of the stitches, and they'd 
refused him a sponge bath, so (with another waggle of 
his brows and an even poutier lip), he wondered, 
would she do it?  Scully crossed her arms and 
harrumphed.  Five minutes later he was sitting in the 
tub, washing off the noticeable aroma he'd picked up 
from spending the night lying in poor old Sophie's 
cage.

On the flight home, Scully observed folks giving 
Mulder strange looks whenever they got a whiff of 
gorilla from his still unwashed hair.  After their 
long day of travel back to DC, she dropped him off 
with an admonishment to keep the stitches dry.


*****
The next day, Scully regretted her parting comment.  
She tried to keep her nose far from Mulder's smelly 
hair while also trying to get her eyes as near as 
possible to his cut to examine it.  He kept pushing 
his head closer.

"Mulder, hold still."

"But you need to get a good look."

Scully glanced away and grabbed a breath before 
turning back.

"How's it look?" he said as he pushed his head under 
her nose.  She fingered the edge of the cut.

"Ow!"

She exhaled, puffing air into his face.  "Serves you 
right."

"What?"

She eyed him as she stood at arm's length to feel the 
knot at the back of his head.

"Ow! Ow! Quit it!"  He slapped at her hand.

"Everything looks okay, Mulder."

"Good.  So when can I take a shower?"

"You got a shower cap?"

"No way!  My mother wore one."

"Then a couple more days."

Mulder scratched the side of his head.  "I think I'll 
wait."  He scratched the back of his head, then 
worked his fingers towards the top.

"Keep your hands off the cut, Mulder."

"Okay," he replied as he moved to a spot over an ear.

Scully made a disgusted face and stepped back.  
Mulder's scratching seemed to be releasing stronger 
and stronger waves of greasy gorilla smell.

"But I don't think I can wait," she said as she tried 
to wave the odor away.

"Huh?"

"C'mon Mulder." She grabbed his arm and pulled him 
towards his bathroom.  "I'll wash your hair."

*****
Mulder lolled his head back into the sink as Scully 
worked the shampoo into his hair.  He sank deeper 
into the dining room chair she'd put in front of the 
basin.

"Hmmm.  I could get used to this," he said.

'So could I.'  Scully thought as she ran her fingers 
through his hair.  But she said, "I wouldn't if I 
were you."  She placed a dry washcloth over the cut.  
"Hold that while I rinse."

As she used a cup to pour the water carefully around 
the cloth, she could tell his hair was greasy enough 
to need washing again.  While she scrubbed his scalp 
the second time, Scully remembered how soft Mulder's 
hair was from the few times she'd ruffled it.  She 
often found herself wanting to brush it out of his 
eyes... heck she just wanted to touch it, she 
admitted to herself. Too bad he'd chopped it off a 
few months ago.  She liked it longer.

He winced when she hit the bump on the back of his 
head.  "Hey watch it!"

"Sorry."  She concentrated on his temples.

"Ahhh.  The last time a woman washed my hair we were 
in the show... er... uh... er... we... um... um... 
how 'bout those Yankees?" he finished.

Scully raised an eyebrow at her reflection in the 
mirror over the sink.  "In the shower, huh?  Did you 
wash hers?"

She saw herself cringe.  'Why did you ask that?' she 
mouthed to herself.

"Yes.  I was surprised by how different it was 
washing long hair."

'Good, we can keep the sex out of this,' she thought.  
"Time to rinse.  Hold the washcloth again," she said.

"Okay."

She started pouring the water.

"She had strawberry shampoo," he continued.  "I told 
her how nice it was, but you know, Scully, I really 
don't like fruity shampoos or lotions.  Give me a 
nice clean scent, like what you use.  You always 
smell so good after your post-autopsy shower."

Scully stopped in mid-pour and looked at her 
surprised reflection.  So, sex raised its head again.  
That thought made her glance at Mulder's crotch and 
she saw that sex wasn't the only thing raising its 
head.  She felt herself blush and looked back at the 
mirror to check how red-faced she was.  As she damned 
her fair skin, she realized he was still talking.

"And I don't like flowery or musky stuff either.  So 
what do you call perfume and shampoo that isn't like 
that?"

"Um, I don't know Mulder," she said as she hurriedly 
finished his hair.  The sooner she got her hands off 
him the better.  "All done," she announced, "you can 
sit up now."

She pulled the towel that was around Mulder's 
shoulders over his head to catch the drips.  "Be 
careful," she said as he started to rub his hair.

"Sheesh!  I'm not five years... ow!"

"Told ya."

He gave a couple more rubs and threw the towel on the 
toilet seat.  His hair stuck out in all directions.  
"Thanks," he said with a goofy grin, "I feel human 
again."  

She thought he looked adorable.

"Hey Scully, when was the last time a guy washed your 
hair?  And going to the beauty parlor doesn't count."

She looked away in embarrassment.

"You've never had a guy wash your hair," Mulder 
exclaimed.  "Are you kidding me?"

"It's just not something I've ever done Mulder.  That 
doesn't make me a freak."

He waggled his eyebrows at her.  "But haven't you 
ever wanted to?  Believe me, it can be very... 
arousing."

"So I noticed."

He looked down at himself, then back up and into her 
eyes.  "Whoops."

Scully suddenly felt very warm.  She was caught in 
Mulder's gaze, unsure of what to say.  He looked up 
at her from under his brows, a sly grin barely 
lifting a corner of his mouth as he waited for her 
reaction.

She knew he was serious.  They would soon be having 
sex if she let herself say yes.  But she also knew 
this moment would pass without another word if she 
didn't.  That thought alone made her want to love him 
even more.  She licked her suddenly dry lips, and saw 
his eyes widen.  How long had they been like this, 
paused on the edge?  And which way should they go?

"I... I..." she stopped to clear her throat, 
surprised at the hoarseness in her voice.  "I use 
Neutrogena shampoo.  And their soap on my face."

"Do you now."

For Scully, there was nothing but his eyes.  She 
couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't stop him from 
consuming her with his gaze.

"It... it... doesn't clash with my perfume."

He leaned closer and inhaled, savoring her scent.  
"No, it doesn't," he said as he sat back, somehow 
intensifying his stare.

He was demanding her answer, she knew, and would 
wait, all day if need be, until she chose.

Consequences, both good and bad, tumbled through her 
brain.  And then she realized this wasn't the time 
for logic.  

"Wash my hair, Mulder."

His sly grin got bigger.  "Doesn't look dirty to me."

Scully was stunned.  Had this all been a tease?

Mulder's eyes never left hers as he reached up and 
found a lock of her hair.  He rubbed it between his 
thumb and forefinger, his fingertips grazing her 
cheek.  "But if you really want me to..."

She relaxed.  He'd been giving her one last out.  
"Yes I do, but you're right.  It can wait."

He raised his brows in a question.

Her answer was to straddle his lap, grab his wet 
head, and kiss him for all she was worth.

And he kissed right back, running his hands along her 
spine, pulling her closer, mashing her breasts into 
his chest.

She rubbed against his crotch, feeling him getting 
harder.  She broke the kiss and they both giggled.

"I'd say let's take this to the bed, but you know I 
don't have one.  So I guess it'll have to be the 
couch.  Sorry, Scully."

"You know Mulder, I think I'd like to do it right 
here."

"You would?"

She felt his penis jump.

"Yep," she said as she grabbed the tail of her shirt.  
"And the sooner the better."  She pulled it off over 
her head.

"No argument there," he replied, grinning as he 
pulled his T-shirt off.

Scully was working on the hook of her bra.  "You can 
wash my hair when we're through."

"Looking forward to it.  Move back a bit."  She slid 
down his thighs and balanced on his knees as he 
unzipped his jeans.

She threw her bra on the floor and dug through the 
flap in his boxers.  Her fingers circled his shaft.  
He grabbed her breasts.  They both said "Oh!"

As she stroked him, he rubbed his thumbs across her 
nipples, sending thrills through her.  This wasn't 
going to take long, she knew.  Mulder was hardening 
fast, and her own arousal was right behind him.

She pulled his penis out of the flap. "Oooh.  You're 
wearing your black silk boxers.  I've always liked 
those."

"I know."

She gave a hard tug.

"Watch it!" he yelped.

"You'd better watch it."

He grinned.  "Yes ma'am."

She undid her jeans with her free hand and Mulder 
slipped one of his down the front of her underpants. 

"Hmmmm.  White cotton.  I remember those."

"You would."

His hand slid from her curls around to her lower 
back, where the mosquito bites had been that night in 
Oregon.  "No bumps," he said.  The thumb of his other 
hand flipped her hardened nipple.  "But there's one.  
Guess I better kiss it and make it better."

Scully shivered as his mouth closed about her nipple.  
She released her grip on him and ran her fingers 
through his damp hair, the scent of his shampoo 
filling her nostrils.  She then ran her hands down 
his back and nuzzled his head.  With each suck of his 
lips, her excitement grew.  When he turned to 
licking, her tongue found the tip of his ear and 
copied him, stroke for stroke.

Mulder moved his hand from her breast to join the one 
on her back, then pushed her pants down as he cupped 
the bare skin of her bottom.  She lifted off his lap 
enough for him to push them down further as he worked 
his hands to the front.  There was just enough room 
for him to wedge one hand down the opened fly and 
into her crotch.  

And then his fingers touched her.

Scully shuddered as they skimmed across her clitoris 
and split her labia, sliding easily through her 
wetness until the tip of one finger stopped just 
inside of her.  She spasmed around it, tightening on 
it.  She hugged his head fiercely to her breast as 
she felt an aching joy wash over her.

"Oh Scully," he said, and pulled his head away so he 
could look at her.

He seemed a bit bewildered.  She felt the same way, 
too.

Tears were forming in his eyes.  "I never thought 
that... that just touching you would make me feel 
this way."

Scully's own vision was getting blurry.  "I know."

"I love you, Scully."

"And I love you," she sobbed.  She felt stupid, but 
she was just so happy.

Mulder caressed her face with his free hand, and she 
cupped his jaw in both of hers, and then they kissed.  
It was deep and soulful, and she could taste their 
tears mingling on their lips.  When he pushed his 
finger in a bit deeper, Scully dropped a hand to his 
cock and gave it a gentle stroke.  They broke the 
kiss.

Dropping his hand to her breast, he squeezed and gave 
her an evil grin before pushing his whole finger 
inside her.  Scully jumped, then gave him a strong 
pull.

"You sure are wet," he said.

She rubbed her thumb across his tip.  "So are you."

He twitched his finger, making Scully moan.  "So, 
shall we get this show on the road?" he asked.

"Um, I don't think I can get my pants off with your 
finger where it is."

"Dang.  Okay."  He sighed as he pulled his hand free.

Scully stood and kicked off her shoes before pulling 
down her pants.  After working his erection out of 
his boxers, Mulder had simply lifted his hips and 
slid down his pants.  He hadn't been wearing shoes, 
so his jeans quickly ended up in the corner.

He twisted in the chair and opened a drawer in the 
cabinet.  He pulled out a condom just as she returned 
to his lap.

"We don't need that, Mulder.  I'm on the pill."

He looked surprised.

"My periods have been so irregular since I got back, 
the doctor thought that should reset them.  So we 
don't need anything between us."  

"I'm sorry."

She shrugged.  "Not your fault, and," she grabbed the 
package from Mulder's hand and tossed it over her 
shoulder, "it solves that problem."

They laughed and kissed as Scully rubbed herself up 
his thighs until she bumped against his shaft.

"I guess you're ready," she said.

"Are you?"

"You bet your life," she said as she grabbed his 
erection and lifted up enough to slip it between her 
legs. She put a hand on his shoulder to steady 
herself while his hands slipped around her waist to 
help her balance.  They both watched as she guided 
him to her.  She paused when his hot tip snugged into 
her opening, and looked up into his face.  She saw 
him returning her gaze and moved her hand from his 
shaft to his cheek.  "I love you, Mulder," she 
whispered.

"I love you too, Scully," he whispered back.  Then he 
grinned that evil grin and thrust.

She met him halfway, surprised by how easily he 
entered her.  He felt wonderful, hot and hard, 
stretching her just enough.  She rose up, enjoying 
the feel of him sliding out of her, then lowered 
herself again with a moan of pleasure.

She started moving up and down, his strong hands 
helping her, his hips thrusting after her.  Her 
pleasure intensified with each movement, and when he 
captured a nipple with his mouth, a loud "yes" flew 
from her lips.

He sucked on that breast, then the other as they 
moved.  He raised his head and panted into her neck.  
"God Scully, oh God."  He leaned against the back of 
the chair and dropped his gaze to where they were 
joined. 

Scully leaned back too, her hands on Mulder's knees, 
and watched as his eyes ricocheted between their 
crotches and her jiggling breasts.  She wished she 
could see him sliding in and out of her.  "Where's a 
mirror when you need one?" she panted.

"Hmmm?"  was all Mulder said.

She straightened and stopped moving long enough to 
open the drawer where Mulder had found the condom.  
She caught the gleam of a hand mirror.  "Aha!" she 
said as she grabbed it.

"What?"

She leaned back on one hand.  "Get moving, Mulder," 
she said as she angled the mirror.

"Oooh kinky!" he exclaimed and sped up his thrusting.

She watched his glistening penis sliding in and out 
of her, fascinated by how far it disappeared each 
time.

"Amazing sight, isn't it?" he panted.  "Even though I 
can feel it, smell it, hear it, it's almost like I 
need to see it to believe it's really happening."

"You forgot taste, Mulder."

"That'll be the next time."  He moved a hand between 
them and rubbed her clitoris.  "Put that down and 
let's get back to business."

"Gladly."

Scully moved more quickly as Mulder stroked her.  She 
pushed on his shoulders to help her tiring legs, 
concentrating on where they were connected.  She was 
close, so close.

He was grunting, the chair back banging against the 
sink as he thrust into her, harder and harder.  "I'm 
sorry, Scully," he groaned out as his hand lost its 
rhythm, "I'm gonna come."  He grabbed her hips with 
both hands and pushed into her.

She felt the spasms as his hot semen spurted into 
her.  She moved one hand to her clitoris and started 
rubbing herself as he let out a long groan of 
release, thrusting a few last times.  She was almost 
there, almost... there, almost... and then she came, 
clenching and unclenching around his softening penis 
as the deep contractions rolled through her until she 
collapsed on his shoulder.

After a moment, she straightened and looked at 
Mulder.  He had a contented smile on his face and was 
softly stroking her back.

"Wow," he said, grinning.

"That was wonderful."  She sighed and snuggled her 
head against his neck.

Mulder sniffed her hair.  "I think you need that hair 
wash now."

Scully knew she didn't, but it sure would feel good.  
"Okay."

*****
Scully sighed as Mulder's strong fingers massaged the 
shampoo into her scalp.  "You're right Mulder, this 
is really nice."

"Told ya."  He guided her head under the shower spray 
and rinsed the suds away.  "But you owe me for this."

"I already washed your hair."

"Not that," he pointed to his head, "this!"

She giggled and patted his arm.  "I think you look 
cute in that shower cap."


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