From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 18 Apr 2002 00:33:14 -0000 Subject: A Slip of the Tongue (new format) by Gwen Purcell Source: revision Reply To: gepurcell@juno.com Title: A Slip of the Tongue Author: Gwen Purcell Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: None really Keywords: MSR Summary: It was just a slip of the tongue. Disclaimer: These characters are not mine- unh-unh and I will never get rich off them. It started with a simple slip of the tongue. He didn't mean to say it. It was just something that had been on his mind and had kept him pleasant company on the long drive to yet another backwoods town, as Scully had dozed in the passenger seat beside him. It wasn't meant to be said aloud, but it had just sort of rolled off his tongue before he could catch it. Mulder glanced at the middle-aged man behind the desk at the Sleepytime Hotel to see if he had caught the slip. He seemed occupied with finding the key to room number 16 and didn't give a second glance to the nervous man standing at the desk. Without turning his head, Mulder shifted his eyes to look at Scully. He could see the color rising on her cheeks. She was biting her lip, probably trying not to yell at him right then and there. Mulder quickly grabbed the key and ushered Scully out into the cool, evening air. Before he had even filled his lungs with fresh air, it started. "Mulder," she began, "what did you say back there?" "You heard what I said, Scully. It was nothing, just a slip of the tongue." Mmmmm- a slip of the tongue. Slipping between those two moist, pink lips, between those ivory teeth and into the uncharted depths of Scully's sweet mouth. Mmmmmmmm... "Mulder!" The sound of her sharp voice broke into his reverie. "Are you listening? I said a slip of the tongue would be when I'd call Charlie "Bill" by accident, or call my teacher "Mom" because both names were so familiar, but you said..." "I know, I know. I still say it was a slip of the tongue." A slip of the tongue, slipping around to trace those earlobes, to lick its way around the edge..." He stopped in front of room number 16 and put the key in the lock. They walked through the door and set their suitcases down. "Mulder, you wouldn't have said it, if you didn't think it. Do you think about it?" Her voice was softer now, inquisitive. He turned towards her, but kept his eyes on his shoes, which were suddenly very interesting. "Yeah, I do, " he admitted softly. Then, raising his eyes to hers, he asked, "Don't you?" She looked at him, a flash of embarrassment crossing her features. She turned abruptly and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Scully leaned against the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror and softly said, "I shouldn't have asked that. It was a slip of the tongue." The thought brought a quick smile to her lips. Hmmm.. A slip of the tongue. Those full lips..slipping a tongue between them would be a bit of heaven. His lips were warm and soft. She knew that. Just thinking about it made a shiver work its way up her spine. But, the inside of his mouth, that was unknown territory, but not unimagined. Scully sat down abruptly, lost in her thoughts. Mulder kicked off his shoes and lay down on his bed. He had seen Scully's embarrassment after she had asked her question. He could tell she didn't mean to ask that. It was a slip of the tongue. Ha! He smiled. A slip of her tongue. He could well imagine that, and he had many times. The thought of her wet, pink tongue seeking entrance to his mouth gave him chills and set him to thinking about his own tongue slipping down around her jaw, into the hollow of her neck and down to the warm, pliant flesh at the tops of her breasts. He shivered. If he kept these thoughts in his mind, he would soon need some privacy. Or Scully. He pushed that thought out of his mind quickly, as she opened the bathroom door. Her face looked flushed, he thought. He hoped that their discussion hadn't upset her too much. After all, there had been only one room available, and he didn't want her angry with him all evening. "I'm sorry," the words flew from both their mouths and met, hovering, shimmering in the center of the room. Finally the words dissolved in laughter, and filled the room. For a while, a companionable silence reigned, as they unpacked and put things where they belonged. They worked with the ease of a couple that had long shared a room, and knew where everything should go. Then, inevitably, the case files were unpacked and the two agents sat down on Mulder's bed to read them. Sitting against the headboard with their legs stretched out, and the files across both their legs, made it easier to share the information. An hour passed, and the details of the case, one about two children whose stepmother seemed to have some sort of magical powers, started to sound more and more like some absurd fairy tale. "Scully, do you think she's a wicked witch?" Mulder asked, leaning in close to whisper in Scully's ear. His breath tickled, and Scully laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised. The wicked bitch." Scully drew in a quick breath and covered her mouth with her hand. "Whoops! I'm sorry. That was a slip of the tongue!" Then, much to Mulder's surprise, she leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder. With one hand, he took the files and shoved them to the floor. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned in and kissed her ear, sliding his tongue along the outer edge. At her sudden stiffening, he replied, "Now, that, my dear, was a slip of the tongue!" Mulder waited for her response, and was relieved when her body relaxed in his arms and she laughed. It was a true giggle, which was music to his ears. They sat for many minutes, his arms around her, her head leaning back on his chest. Finally, she turned in his arms to face him and looked into his eyes. They were dark and smoky, and filled with love. They gazed at one another, until, as one, they made the move and their lips met. It was soft and warm, as they both knew it would be, but it quickly turned urgent with both tongues exploring, tangling and tasting. Finally they separated, gulping air and staring shocked at each other. The smile started at one corner of Mulder's mouth and quickly spread to Scully's, until it was a full laugh. Scully stopped laughing first and looked curiously at Mulder. "That was nice, wasn't it?" "You'll get no argument here," he replied. "And there's more where that came from." Scully rocked back until she was sitting on her heels, cocked her head to one side and eyed Mulder's lower lip. Suddenly, like a kitten, she pounced, and took that lip into her mouth, sucking, licking and teasing. Instinctively, Mulder's arms went around her, pulling her close and rolling them both onto their sides. For long minutes they kissed, laughing with joy at the freedom and the absurdity of it all. Before long, clothing was cast to the floor and the joyful dance began. Mulder's tongue explored, tasted and satisfied the curiosity he had long held about his partner. Scully nipped and licked her way over every reachable surface of Mulder's body. In the end, their release was sweet and they lay, sweaty and tired, in each other's arms, grinning like fools. "That's it, Scully. That's what I've been missing in my life." "Me, too," she sighed, and snuggled closer to him. "And to think it all started with a simple slip of the tongue." "Mulder, you called me your wife." Scully drew back and placed her palm on his chest. "You said, 'My wife and I would like a room.' That's not just a slip of the tongue!" "Okay, maybe it was more like wishful thinking. But it could come true some day, don't you think?" He gave her his most disarming smile, and pulled her back against his chest. "Mmm...Maybe. Just tell me when." She mumbled against his warm skin. "How about tomorrow morning?" he murmured, as he kissed her hair. "Okay, but not too early. This may be a late night." And stretching a bit, she sealed her mouth to his, and slipped him her tongue.