Date sent: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 09:51:36 -0330 (NST) From: Jaime Michelle Brazil Subject: Spontaneous Combustion (1/1) NC-17 by Brazil and Manik ============================= Title: Spontaneous Combustion Author: J.M. Brazil & Manik Addy: x59jmb@morgan.ucs.mun.ca (Jaime), manik5@hotmail.com (Manik - please put 'To Manik' in the subject header) Rating: NC-17 Classification: SR Spoilers: None Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Summary: Scully becomes bored with her life and enlists Mulder to make it a little more exciting. However, this time, it's a little more than skinny dipping. Disclaimer: I'm speaking for both myself and Manik here. We don't own them, nor will we ever have to opportunity to own them. They belong to CC, FOX, 1013, and a whole big group of people. This story was finished on February 17, 1998. This is a sequel to "Spontaneity Just Isn't My Thing" by JM Brazil. Unless you have read that one, you likely won't understand what has happened between Mulder and Scully in this one. Jaime's Notes: All I can say to Manik is one, big THANK YOU! I approached her about the sequel to 'Spontaneity Just Isn't my Thing' and asked her to help me write it. Thankfully, she agreed. The good parts in this story - namely the parts that are rated NC-17 - were written by her. That is the reason this story came to exist. I knew that is where the story needed to go, and I couldn't do it by myself. Manik's Note: Just call me Smut Writer for hire. A big thank you to Jaime, for giving me to opportunity to parachute into her story and get Moose and Squirrel into the sack. It was *fun*! And, as always, thanks to Stephanie (Queen Shipper) and Tony (sadly neglected husband). Spontaneous Combustion by JM Brazil and Manik Agent Fox Mulder sat on the edge of his motel room bed, a puzzled expression on his face. He was still not sure what to make of his partner's actions earlier in the evening. Scully's behaviour was completely out of character. She had been far from her reserved, clinical self when she had stripped off all her clothes, while he watched in amazement, dived into the pool, and invited him to join her. He became aroused again, just thinking about it. 'Then again,' he thought. 'She does have something of a wild streak. A rebellious side.' Images of the tattoo he imagined on the small of her back appeared in his head. Despite their little excursion earlier that night, he still had yet to examine that mark. Shivering a little from the dampness of his boxers and jeans, he stood up and removed the offending garments, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He walked, naked, to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped in. The feel of hot water on cool skin refreshed him, both warming him up and removing the residue left by the chlorine. He grabbed the travel-size bottle of shampoo he carried on cases, squeezed a small amount onto his palm, and lathered his hair. When he finally felt clean, he turned off the water and stepped out of the small enclosure. A white towel hung from the rack next to the sink, and he grabbed it, rubbing his hair with it first, then patting down the rest of his body. When finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist, and exited the bathroom. He stopped, dead in his tracks, at what he saw. Scully lay on his bed, still clad only in his damp T-shirt - which clung to her body like a second skin. It was just barely long enough to afford her a modicum of modesty. Her hair lay in curls around her face, setting off her ivory-like skin. A small smile rested on her lips. Mulder became more than a little uncomfortable. In an effort to distract himself, he flicked on the TV, forgetting what he had been watching earlier. The moans and groans of a threesome greeted him. "Hmm, Mulder. Another one of those movies like those you keep in the office, and claim aren't yours." Her voice was low, and had a definitely sultry tone. A strangled sound came from his throat, and all his blood headed most decidedly in a southerly direction. "Scully?" His left eyebrow arched upward. She looked up at him and grinned. "I've been looking for you." Her statement was made in the same tone she had just used a moment earlier. Mulder stuttered in response. "Um . . . wh . . . what for?" He watched in amazement as his partner flicked off the TV and stood up from the bed. In one swift motion, the T-shirt was up, and over her head. Standing before him, naked once again, she held it out. "I wanted to return this." The towel almost dropped from Mulder's waist, and he reached down to catch it with one hand. Things were beginning to become extremely uncomfortable for him yet again. "Um . . . Scully . . . you could have kept it. I have plenty of shirts." He headed toward the open suitcase that rested on the floor of his room, and bent down in order to pick out a T-shirt and boxer shorts to wear to bed. Scully crossed over to him, and put her hand under his arm, gently drawing him upward."Don't bother, Mulder. You won't be needing any clothes for what I have planned." Reaching out, she loosened the towel where he had tucked it around his waist. She smiled as she watched it flutter to the floor. Her gaze then travelled slowly up the length of his body, once more admiring the lean, muscular lines of his body. She sighed her approval. Mulder took a deep breath, and tried to regain some semblance of composure. Reaching out, he took hold of her shoulders, and gently held her in front of him. "What exactly are you doing, Scully?" His partner grinned up at him. "Gee, Mulder. I thought you would know an awful lot about what I want us to do. Those videos of yours must be of some instructional value." This new side of Scully was showing was beginning to scare Mulder. Well, maybe scared wasn't exactly the word. Intrigued, surprised, and aroused probably described it a little better. He had never thought his partner the type to go skinny dipping, let alone proposition him, yet, she had done both - in one night. He slid his hands up and down her arms, enjoying the feel of her naked skin in his palms. "Hey, Scully. I thought you said I needed my beauty sleep." He gazed questioningly into her eyes. Scully shivered under his touch. The sensation of his hands on her body was causing her insides to slowly melt. It took her a second to compose herself. "Well, I took a shower, and thought it over." She reached up and ran the palms of her hands over his chest, smiling at his sudden intake of breath. "I decided I could live with you, even if you don't look pretty all the time. Nights like this aren't going to kill either one of us." Mulder's hands stopped in their tracks halfway up her arms. "Nights? You mean that this isn't a one-time deal?" A grin spread across her face, and her voice took on the sultry tone once again. "Why, Mulder. What kind of a lady do you take me for?" Mulder felt his intelligence quotient dropping a few points with every syllable from that smoky voice. But despite the response she was stirring in him, he had to be sure. More than anything - well, almost more than anything - he respected Scully, and he would never take advantage of her at a vulnerable point. He cupped her face, forcing that irresistibly dreamy gaze to focus on him. "Scully," he whispered. "If this happens - and I *do* want it to happen - it has to be because we both want it. Not because you want to spice up your life with the sexual equivalent of bungee jumping." "Mulder," she laughed, "you've got quite the opinion of yourself, don't you?" She took his hand and led him slowly to the bed. "Let me tell you a story." "Is it a bedtime story?" he wisecracked nervously, trying desperately to keep his eyes fixed on her face. "You could say that," she said, leaning over slightly and patting the bed, indicating her desire for him to climb in ahead of her. The delicate sway of her breasts was mesmerizing. Without further protest, Mulder got into bed, sitting up against the pillows. Embarrassed at his obvious arousal, he placed his hands strategically in his lap. Scully chuckled as she positioned herself next to him, feet still on the floor, body half-turned to face him. Her head was slightly bowed, and the curtain of fiery hair threatened to obscure her incredible eyes. She looked up at him slyly and began to speak. "There's spontaneity..." she said softly, trailing one manicured nail down his throat as he held his breath, "and then there is spontaneity..." She pinched his nipple and his head snapped up sharply. He bit his lip to stifle a groan. She smiled at his reaction. "After all," she continued on thoughtfully, inclining her head to the side as if pondering life's great mysteries. "I haven't spent the last five years dreaming of skinny dipping in some fleabag motel's dinky little pool." She soothed the nipple with the pad of her finger. "You haven't?" Mulder squeaked. "Oh no," she shook her head in mock seriousness. "But this...this is something I've been dreaming of for a long, long time." She leaned in and brushed her lips softly against his. "And if this seems sudden, well," she muttered against his chin, enjoying the scrape of stubble against the smoothness of her skin, "keep in mind that it's taken me this long to be impulsive." "I see," he gasped as she nibbled at the curve of his jaw. "In that case," his hands finally left his lap and lost themselves in her silky hair, "I suppose I would be hindering your personal development if I tried to stop you from behaving recklessly." "That's right," she whispered, moving along to his ear lobe, flicking at it with the pointed tip of her pink tongue. She shifted her body to face him more fully, curling her left leg up on the bed and bracing an arm across his body, hand resting on the bed beside his right hip. "Do you think," he wondered aloud, right hand coming up to trace the outline of her full breast, "that my best course of action would be to maintain the role of observer?" A soft moan escaped her parted lips as his long, elegant fingers stroked her sensitive flesh. "Mulder, if I'm jumping off this cliff, I'm taking you with me," she growled. Moving quickly, she straddled him, then reached down to grasp his rock-hard erection in a small white hand. For Mulder, reality shifted as his untouchable partner morphed into a sensual tigress, nipping at his shoulder while her hand did incredible things to him below the waist. Part of him wanted to remain like this in the passive position, allowing her to take the initiative. But that part was drowned out by the roaring in his ears. Mulder grabbed Scully's arms and rolled her beneath him. "Okay Scully. Prepare yourself for a little spontaneity, Mulder-style..." He kissed her deeply, stabbing his tongue into her mouth with an intensity that both shocked and aroused her. She responded avidly, curling her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips. He broke away and began to trace a blazing trail of kisses down her throat. "I love you," he moaned gutturally, "I think I've always loved you. And now I'm going to make love to the way *I've* been dreaming of for a long, long time. You want impulsive? You want reckless?" He sucked a nipple into his mouth then let it pop back out and looked up to meet Scully's glazed gaze. Mulder's heart twisted in his chest as he saw the complete trust there. She gave herself so completely to him, just as she did in every other facet of their strange, dangerous lives together. It became urgently important to him that he please her. His own pleasure could wait. Hearing her pant, making her writhe, that would be pleasure enough. Shifting slightly, he began to lick the other nipple, moving his hand down between her legs. She stiffened and arched into his palm. "Do you like that?" He whispered, gently feathering his fingers over her. Wordless, she nodded frantically, dropping her head back onto the pillow in frustration when he refused to deepen his caresses. "Patience, Scully," he scolded. "Spontaneity does not preclude careful attention to detail." He explored her slowly, testing her responses. "Here? Or do you prefer here? Like this? Or this? Oh, like this..." Scully cried out, clutching at him desperately. "Now...please, now. I can't wait any longer!" With that, Mulder sank into the woman he loved. He gasped at the sensations as the tight, hot sheath of her body closed around him. This was better than his dreams, intense and all-consuming. Now he just had to make sure it lived up to hers. There didn't seem to be much doubt, as she met him thrust for thrust. If possible, she seemed even more beautiful than ever before, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut in sweet concentration. The tiny mewling noises she was making were driving him absolutely crazy, but he forced himself to go slow, to prolong her pleasure. He planted kisses on her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her trembling lips. Then he rolled so that she was atop him. "Oh, I like this," she moaned, raising and lowering herself on him in a slow, steady rhythm. Mulder fondled her breasts as she moved, enjoying her sighs and spasms as she neared her climax. His own heart was pounding like a trip hammer and it became harder and harder to hold himself back. When at last, with a strangled cry she came, he rolled her over onto her back once more and began pumping into her in earnest. Her body still shuddered in after-shocks when his orgasm overtook him in an thick, sweet avalanche of pure honeyed sensation. Once he had regained a minimal amount of control, Mulder rolled off his partner, and lay beside her. His arms crossed behind his head, he lay there, a grin on his face. "So, Scully. Was it everything you expected? Did you get what you wanted?" Scully's response was physical rather than verbal. She moved to rest her head on his chest, and planted small kisses on the smooth, muscled plane. A small sigh escaped from her throat. Her lips turned up into a small smile as she felt one of his hands run through her hair. "I meant what I said, Scully. I do love you." Moving his hand from her hair, he gently stroked her cheek. "I wouldn't have made love to you if I didn't." She chuckled, and looked up at him. "I know, Mulder. As I said earlier, what kind of lady do you take me for? I didn't want this to be a one time deal. If that was what I wanted, I could have driven to a local bar, and picked someone up. I would not have turned to my partner, a man who I'll probably see every day for the rest of my life, for a one-night stand." Scully began to stroke Mulder's chest, and once again rested her head just above his heart. "I did what I did because I love you." Mulder gently pushed her from his chest, and positioned her in such a way that she was easy to kiss. His mouth met hers none too gently, and his kiss was hot and insistent. When he finally broke away from her, an impish grin filled his features. "So, Scully. Do you believe in spontaneous combustion?" Scully pushed her partner onto his back, and once again, straddled his chest. "Why don't you shut up long enough for me to find out." It was her turn to play, and, well, she didn't give a damn about Mulder's fear of fire. -The End- Well, Mulder still hasn't had a chance to explore that tattoo. So, do you think there should be another sequel? Just let one of us know. We're dying for the feedback. 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