From: Diana Alexander Date: Thu, 14 Oct 1999 00:03:09 -0400 Subject: xfc: Silhouettes (1/1) **NC-17** by Diana Alexander Source: xfc From: Diana Alexander DISCLAIMER: The characters in this piece of fiction that are recognizable from Chris Carter's insane piece of work known as the X-Files belong to him, his company Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting. Anything else, characters, situations or otherwise, belong to this very insane author. RATING: NC17 CLASSIFICATION: S KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance SPOILERS: Season six through Biogenesis URL: http://troublexf.homepage.com/diana/smut/silhouettes.txt FEEDBACK: always welcome at dmulder@flashmail.com ARCHIVE: Anywhere's fine... Gossamer, Xemplary, Ephemeral yeah... whatever... *grin* SUMMARY: When Mulder arrives home, there's quite a birthday gift awaiting him. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is assuming that Mulder and Scully are already involved, and that the events of Biogenesis and Field Trip have had some sort of effect on the way their mental communication works. ********************** Silhouettes (Part 1 of 1) By: Diana Alexander dmulder@flashmail.com ********************** Slowly, the key turned in the lock, and the door swung open, revealing the silhouette of Fox Mulder standing in the hallway before he slowly stepped into the apartment. He shook off the trenchcoat and, catching it before it fell, hung it on the coat rack that had managed to find its way into his apartment. Then again, after getting involved with Dana Scully on a full- time basis, some of her habits were bound to rub off on him, and vice versa. Luckily enough, their eating habits were similiar enough that there was nothing to be changed there, since the both of them were violently overprotective of their eating habits. However, to be entirely truthful, the only thing that reminded him of eating food was the scent of well-cooked barbequed ribs cooking. He started to make his way toward the kitchen when a slight buzzing sensation at the back of his mind stopped him. All of a sudden, the tension in the room as well as in him decided to move up a few notches on the scale. As he stood there, he could almost feel her hands moving under his clothing to tease and tempt him and her breath in his ear as she stood behind him. However, when he turned to look, she wasn't there. That only increased the anticipation a hundredfold, because he knew that in a sense, she had been there even while she waited in another room in the apartment. For, due to their unique communication that had only increased through their adventures with a magic mushroom and an extraterristrial artifact that she had identified herself as such, he always seemed to know when she was there, and she knew the same of him. He didn't even have to close his eyes. Although, if he wanted to see Dana Scully standing practically naked in the bedroom that they shared more often than not, wearing nothing but a teddy that was a brighter shade of red than her hair, it certainly helped. Her laughter echoed within his mind, and he heard her comment mischievously, *Dinner can wait, lover, but I can't. After all, we do have to work on that unspoken communication. Even ours can use all the work it can get.* *Are you suggesting that we're somehow lacking?* *Oh, not at all,* she countered. *We just need to make sure everything's up to par. Can't have our reputations going downhill.* *Reputation...?* he asked her, a tone of mischief to his own response as he reached for the tie that he knew had gotten on her nerves today. He had listened to her complain long and lengthily during a meeting with Skinner while she appeared to be paying their boss the utmost attention. *I said that I wanted to burn that tie, didn't I?* *That you did, Scully, but I paid good money for this tie. Do you want me to put it to waste just so I can watch you devour it in flames while doing a Cherokee fire dance?* *Ah, but it's a better dance than that so-called Cherokee rain dance that Darryl Mootz was performing on that one case that you dragged me on.* *Only because it's you that's doing the dancing,* and with that, he sent her an image of exactly how she would be doing that fire dance -- wearing even less clothing than she currently was. *If you call that clothing,* she responded back as he pulled the shirt out of the pants he was wearing and started unbuttoning it. *Besides, flattery and words won't get you as far as actions will. Now, Mulder, will you get your ass in here before I die of anticipation?* *No dragging it out?* *I'm not in the mood for Rocky Horror imitations tonight, even between my mind and yours. And as for the other meaning that you probably meant even more: I'm not sure either of us has the patience tonight.* So right the lady was... *Then what *are* you in the mood for, Agent Scully?* *Why, Agent Mulder, I'm only in the mood to give you your extra special birthday gift. I promised you, didn't I?* At her words, Mulder remembered the intriguingly enigmatic look on her face as she had headed out of the office earlier in the afternoon. She had told him to be home on time from work for a change and that she'd have a nice surprise waiting for him. *And, as I said then, it has nothing to do with alien artifacts and little grey men...* With that, he headed directly into the bedroom to see her standing there, her hands placed on her hips, silhouetted by the lamp that shone behind her. It appeared almost as though Scully was surrounded by a golden halo that ran the length of her body, one that highlighted her almost-naked curves. She smiled up at him, and said the first spoken words since he'd entered the apartment, "Happy birthday, Mulder." He crossed the room and pulled her against him. She grinned at him and used the loose ends of his tie to pull his mouth down to hers for a deep long kiss. His hands roamed down her back to her hips, where he pulled her against him. At that, she pulled herself reluctantly away from his mouth, "Ooh, I see you have a present for me as well..." "Ever since we left Skinner's office..." Her eyes glinted mischievously as she reached down to press her palm against the evidence of his arousal. He groaned at the contact and his fingers tightened around her waist. "You shouldn't have waited so long," she teased him lightly, moving her hand more firmly against him, pulling away only when she felt him arch against her. "We could have done something about that, you know." *And we have,* she continued between their minds. *Although, I have to admit that I was a little skeptical about all this at first...* *A little?* he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. *I had to present you proof that our communication skills had gone even past what they teach that partners should have during those Quantico classes that we all have to take.* *True enough, and we could teach those kids a thing or two about communication, couldn't we?* she asked him, pressing her hips closer to his. He ran his fingers along the satin fabric covering her body and spent several moments teasing both of them by placing caresses on various parts of her body, especially those that were covered by satin and lace. She moved against him, increasing their arousal with every motion she made, and waited for his answer. "That we could, Scully. That we could. However, has it occurred to you that we're both a little overdressed for this particular birthday celebration." "And that," she responded with a grin, "is up to you to remedy. Why, I was expecting for you to enter this room in your birthday suit and that you would promptly start unwrapping your birthday gift." "This would be my birthday gift," he asked as he once again fingered the fabric. "Scully, you shouldn't have." "Yes, I should. You're not the only one who gets enjoyment out of this, as you well know. Besides, I know how much you love giving pleasure as much as receiving, so I thought that I would indulge us both." "Ahh, the birthday gift that keeps giving," he quipped before bending down to take one nipple that was silently begging for his attention into his mouth. Scully let out a low moan that Mulder heard in stereo and her fingers worked their way into his hair. *Ahh, so you like?* *I definitely like.* He continued working her nipples, switching from one to the other until her knees buckled. He took advantage of that to lift her from the ground to carry her to the bed. She looked at him with mischief and desire. *So, you're finally going to unwrap your present?* *You could say that... especially since I already know what's under the wrapping paper.* *And do you like what's under the wrapping paper?* *We'll see,* he teased her as he dropped her on the bed. She looked up at her reflection in the mirrors that she had convinced him to keep, even though she had had to agree with him about getting rid of that waterbed. Not that it wasn't enjoyable while it lasted, but... *It wasn't worth getting interrupted in the middle of our lovemaking over the leaks?* he teased her lightly. *And if if we ignored that, your landlord would call and complain...* she pointed out. *Which would shoot the mood all to hell,* he finished as he ran his eyes over her while she laid on the bed. As if it wasn't bad enough before they developed these abilities, when he would run his eyes over her and it would feel as though he was making love to her with his gaze alone. *You mean like I'm doing now, Scully?* he asked her, and her eyes closed as she arched under said gaze. *Yes... and I'm sure we'd both appreciate it if you'd actually do more than just stand there.* *Oh, I am, Scully, I am...* Just then, she heard the sound of that dress shirt that he had worn to work hit the floor. Within moments, the sound of a zipper had her eyes open and she watched as he dropped the pants and boxers to the floor. With a half-lidded gaze, she watched him as he approached the bed, completely naked. *You said something about me and my birthday suit, m'lady?* *Yes, and what a nice birthday suit it is, too.* With that, she pulled him onto the bed and into another deep kiss. Of their own accord, or so it seemed, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into deeper contact with her. When he pulled away again, a mischievous smile lighting his face, he unwrapped her legs from around her waist and hovered over her. *Yes?* she asked. *Can I unwrap now?* *I thought you'd never ask. Go ahead. It's your birthday.* It seemed very much like an unwrapping as well as an unravelling as he nipped at the bare skin of her stomach, which was an extremely sensitive area, as she proved by the whimpers that escaped her mouth as well as the arches of her body. He smiled and began peeling away the piece of red satin and lace until her body lay bare before him. *Y'know, Scully, you were right...* *About what?* *I think I do like what's under the wrappings a lot,* he commented while idly giving caresses that were starting to drive her crazy. The most frustrating part about it was the fact that he *knew* it, and yet he did nothing about it. A glance to a certain part of his anatomy told Scully that he wasn't nearly as unaffected as he tried to seem. She smiled and took a firm hold on him, responding a jolt to her own body in response. Now she had his attention. *Scully...* *Yees?* *Is there... um... something you want?* With that, she flipped them both so that she was on top of him and leaned in close to him. "As a matter of fact, there *is* something I want. You. Inside. Me. Get the picture?* *Loud and clear,* he said as she guided him within her body. Both closed their eyes against the mutual wave that hit them both. This was the most arousal moment of their entire encounter, if only due to the fact that they received washes of emotion from each other in such a way that she knew what it was like to thrust inside as he knew what it felt like to be thrust into. *Mm...* *Hold still a moment...* *I'm not going anywhere.* Sure enough, after she gave him a moment to adjust, Scully began to move, even while she leaned in to dot kisses across his torso and taking a nibble at his nipples, which only turned him on all the more. In return, he turned them back so that he was on top and thrust into her body, and felt her legs once more twine around his waist, bringing her body and his more into contact with each other. She moaned softly, and he paused, looking down at her flushed face and body. Her eyes had drifted shut, and he asked her softly while he continued to move, *You okay down there?* *As long as you keep going, I'm fi-ine... in fact, I'm *more* than fine.* *You sure about that?* Her eyes opened to flash at him. *Yes, I'm sure.* *Just checking.* With that, he proceeded to take them both past the point of no return, and in the moment when her body clenched around his, her mind sent out the wave of feeling that she was experiencing, and her nails bit into his back, drawing blood. That last was enough to drive him over the edge as well. For long moments, they seemed to lay there unconscious and the silence of the room fell comfortably around them. Finally, though, his voice broke the silence with a "Hey, Scully?" "Yeah?" she responded sleepily "Think we're going to eat any time tonight?" he sounded mischievous when asking, and could almost see her roll her eyes at him for that question. "It can wait. We can wait." "True enough." And with that, they fell into slumber. ********************* -End-