From: eponine119 Date: Sat, 29 Nov 1997 23:25:42 -0800 Subject: NEW: Surprise 1/1 Disclaimer: The X Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox, not to me. Spoilers: Redux Summary: Someone's waiting in Scully's bedroom....SEXUAL CONTENT ANY and ALL comments are happily accepted. ______________________ Surprise by eponine119 eponine119@att.net November 13, 1997 ______________________ It had been a long day at work, and Scully was tired because she had only one thing on her mind. Her partner. Specifically, how very hot he made her. As she stood in front of the answering machine and pressed the button, she thought back through the afternoon. He'd been doing it again. Touching his lips with his fingers. It was one of his nervous habits and one that drove her wild. She wondered if he knew the effect it had on her. She wanted to go over there and move his hand so she could do it for him, to caress their softness for herself. Her fingers, skimming over that moist, pliant surface... "You have...no...new messages," intoned the answering machine. Scully's jacket hit the floor and she started into the dark bedroom. Or that day he'd been waiting here for her. So what if it had been one of the most terrible days of her entire life? For a few short minutes, she could believe something could happen between them. That he had been waiting in her bedroom to ravage her. This fantasy usually ended one of two ways: with him tossing her onto the bed, or with her stripping slowly and seductively before him. Scully couldn't decide which one she preferred tonight. She had to thank him for always giving her so much to work with. But at the same time she was pissed she only had him in her fantasy life. Yes, that's right, Dana Scully, prissy FBI scientist extraordinaire, had a fantasy life. A very active one, thanks to her partner. Maybe it wasn't so hard to believe, she realized, staring contemplatively at the Venetian blinds covering her bedroom window. If she was anyone else, they wouldn't just be fantasies. She'd have acted on them before now or he would ha- There were hands on her waist. And they weren't hers. Male hands. Warm breath falling against her neck. Just at the right height to belong to the sensuous mouth of her partner. Dear lord, he was waiting for her again and this time he hadn't just blown a man's face off in cold blooded self defense. She groaned as she wiggled and turned herself around in his grasp. Almost instantly, the hands were removed and her visitor took two steps back into the shadows. She smiled at him. He was unsure of himself when it came down to it. She liked that. Perhaps her descent into fantasy made this seem less than real, because her inhibitions had all been stripped away. Her smile widened wickedly as her fingers toyed with the hem of the shirt she'd worn beneath her jacket. She brushed it up a little higher on her stomach, teasing him with an inch or so of exposed flesh. Moving seductively, she closed the blinds until there was only a sliver of light cast across the other wise dark room. She could hear him breathing. He was there and this was real. She pulled her shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor. Levelling her eyes in invitation at where she thought he was standing, she slipped her pants down over her hips and stepped out of them. She was standing before him in only her underwear and all he did was stand on the other side of the room and breath harshly. She wanted him to touch her. She needed for him to. She wet her lips with her tongue but it didn't make him close the space between them and kiss her. Even so, just knowing he was there was making her very excited - and she'd already been pretty aroused by the fantasies she'd been having. So he just wanted to watch for now. Okay. He had fantasies too, she was certain. She'd just keep pushing him until he couldn't stand not to touch her for another moment. With only a flash of self consciousness, she brought her hands up to her breasts and touched them lightly through the cups of her bra. Her nipples reacted instantly and she drew in a hard breath. She thought she could hear his heart beating. Then with a sigh, he moved closer. It wasn't close enough. She rubbed her palms against her nipples again, harder, then let her fingers caress them. She was breathing fast now, and shallow. She wanted his hands on her. Her hands slid down the sides of her waist to her hips and caught the band of her underwear with her thumbs, preparing to undress completely. His hands stopped her. They were large and hot and rough. She leaned into his embrace, rubbing her hips against his. He was hard. She wanted him. She whispered as much to him, leaning her head up close to his ear. He turned and kissed her. It wasn't what she had been expecting from him. It was slow and wet and lovely. His lips were soft on hers and his tongue caressed hers expertly. She slipped her arms around his neck and prepared to lose herself in him. He was taller against her than she'd thought he would be. Then again, she had slipped off her shoes. His shoulders were lean and strong under her arms, and her fingers skimmed against the marvelous softness of the back of his neck. He was such a wonderful kisser. His lips left hers and he pulled her into a closer hug for a moment. One of his hands roamed down to lie against her ass as his lips found the tender spot where her ear was connected to her neck, just at the corner of her jaw. The kisses he placed there were feather light and she leaned her head back, sighing. He placed her slightly away from him, his hands firm against her collarbone and his lips moved down. They lingered long enough for his tongue to meet the hollow of her throat, coaxing an audible cry from her. Gently, he unfastened her bra and slid it over her arms before letting it drop to the floor. He sucked on her breasts until she thought she would cry from the sheer pleasure of it. And then his mouth ventured further down. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them still as he licked at the moisture gathered between her legs. Her breath caught and she bucked against him, shocked by the intensity of the pleasure that shot up through her body. But he didn't release her or even remove his mouth. He chuckled - actually chuckled, amused by her reaction, and flicked his tongue over her clitoris. It brought the first in a string of delicious orgasms, each more intense than the last had been as her body clenched and her moans grew steadily louder. Still, it wasn't enough. Even as he was crouched down in front of her, she knew his erection was huge and she wanted to feel it inside of her. She was convinced that nothing would feel as good or make her come as hard. Especially now that his amazing mouth had loosened her up, gotten her ready for him. "Oh...God...Please..." She was gasping, unable to manage much more. He was going to drive her out of her mind if he didn't take her soon. "Mulder...." She shattered again even as his name escaped her lips, her body shuddering into oblivion. But he'd stopped touching her. It was as though he had disappeared, because she didn't recall consciously the moment when he had released her and moved away. Why would he do such a thing? She was suddenly worried. Had she embarrassed him? Had she been too selfish? "Mulder?" she said again, her voice a little sharper as she came back to herself. She could feel her face was flushed with excitement and now embarrassment. She'd taken off her clothes and stood in front of him, baring her most intimate parts as well as her soul to him and having no less than...at least she was pretty sure it was...seven orgasms, which if it wasn't world's record, was a record for her. She was beginning to feel panicked and desperate. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why had he pulled away so quickly? "Mulder, please say something." "Don't." A rough whisper told her he was still there, that this hadn't been some kind of sick, incredible fantasy, existing only in her mind. Her head turned in his direction and she looked at him curiously. "Don't what, Mulder?" she asked, reaching over to turn on the light. And she screamed. Those incredibly soft lips, the amazingly gentle hands, the tender lover who had taken her breath away time and time again and still left a hard bomb of desire in her belly waiting to be reignited, was not Mulder. The attributes that had grown so important to her in the past - minutes? hours? she'd lost track of time - belonged to a man who was as much her enemy as Mulder was her partner. She found herself face to face, eye to startingly beautiful green eye with none other than Alex Krycek. She still wanted him. It didn't take half a glance down at those sexy black jeans of his to tell her that he definitely still wanted her. He was looking her furtively, like he didn't know whether to run for his life or kiss her again. It was her move. And she made it. -30- I know. I'm evil. Comments? email me! eponine119@att.net -- _______________________________________________ eponine119 eponine119@att.net http://members.aol.com/Eponine119/ "Don't be dark." *Darin Morgan*Millenium*Jose Chung's Doomsday Defense*