From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2008 20:13:21 -0600 (CST)
Subject: Swizzle Stick and Lime by Hummingfly67
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Title: Swizzle Stick and Lime
Author: hummingfly67
E-mail: hummingfly@gmail.com
Classification: MSR, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Nothing specific.  Set in Season 7
Summary:  "Tell me it's okay.  Tell me it's okay to do
this here."

Disclaimer: Not mine, I just borrowed them

Author's Notes: Thank-you to Adrienne, idella and 
starry-eyed466 for beta and encouragement.


* * *

It was a swizzle stick that did it.

Mulder pondered that thought and revised his opinion.  There were 
actually a combination of factors that contributed to the 
culmination of events, to the grand finale, but a swizzle stick 
had ended up being one of the proverbial straws that broke the 
camel's back.  

When Scully had suggested that they go out for drinks earlier 
that evening, his surprise was warranted.  Their romantic 
relationship was barely weeks old, and had thus far consisted of 
a handful of couplings at both their apartments and one frenzied 
encounter in the storage room down the hall from the office. There 
had been none of the stereotypical date scenarios - no candlelit 
dinner at a fancy restaurant, no pizza and a movie.  Not that he 
wasn't interested in pursuing those activities with her. They were 
just moving at their own pace.  Working out the kinks, so to speak.  

He snickered to himself.  Kinks, indeed.  He had been surprised and 
delighted to find that Scully had a dirty streak as long and as wide 
as his own.  

Naturally, he had agreed readily to the evening out.

***

The pub was a little hole-in-the-wall place a few blocks from her 
apartment. He didn't ask how she knew about it and she didn't share 
that information. Dim lighting, great music, a deep half-circle 
booth in the back corner. Perfect for an intimate tete-a-tete.

And other things, though that hadn't occurred to either of them at 
first.

Scully ordered a margarita, while he decided on a beer. He teased 
her about her girlie drink, she sneered at his boring choice of ale.

Their conversation at first was work-centric.  The case they had 
just completed, Skinner's grudging acceptance of their field report 
despite the presence of holes deep enough for a fleet of Bureau 
cars. Their potential next case. The latest water cooler gossip, 
who was supposedly doing whom. An amused exchange about how the 
two of them were still the hottest topic in that department.  

His stomach growled a hungry protest. After long moments attempting 
to flag down their waitress, he was eventually able to procure an 
order of burgers for them both.

Dinner was surprisingly good, despite the slow service. Said service 
was something they came to appreciate much later, he remembered with 
an inward smirk.

Finished with her burger and most of a second margarita, Scully 
requested a shot of Jose Cuervo.  He smiled at her, amused, after 
the waitress left with the order and the dishes. Arching her eyebrow 
in reply, she told him that she normally preferred to do body shots 
with her tequila, but that this would do. For now.  She licked her 
lips after imparting that little tidbit, and the action went 
straight to his groin.  

He fidgeted in his seat and received a knowing grin in response.  
Not wanting to be outdone, he stared intently at her as he informed 
her which body part he'd like her to suck on if and when they had a 
chance to do those body shots.  Her cheeks colored, but the look on 
her face suggested she was filing that information away for later 
use.

Perhaps she misunderstood their order or perhaps she was psychic, 
but when the waitress returned she brought with her a new bottle of 
Jose, a bowl of lime wedges, a salt shaker and two shot glasses. She 
thumped the items down noisily and with a wink said she would check 
on them later.

What the hell, he decided.

Lifting the bottle, he neatly poured their shots right to the brim.  
Scully's movements were quick and competent as she licked and salted 
her hand, and he admired how easily she bolted the shot back.  Her 
eyes, sultry and dark, met his as she sucked on a wedge of lime, and 
his cock twitched again.  After a deep breath, he followed suit with 
his shot, noticing how her gaze flicked down to his lips when he 
licked the lime juice off, how she licked her own lips in response.

Scully set up their second shots, and Mulder watched as she downed 
hers as easily as she had her first, maintaining eye contact 
throughout.  Foregoing his own shot, he continued to stare at her 
and she tilted her head to the side slightly in reaction.  Her pose 
drew his attention to the curve of her jaw and the elegant line of 
her throat.  Naturally, this led downward to the shadowy 
entrancement of her cleavage.  He realized with a jolt there was a 
little more revealed than usual, one more button unfastened. It was 
just enough to make the view much more intriguing. How had he missed 
this?

Her hand came into view, touching the collar of her shirt, fingers 
then sliding downward to toy with the next button, and he gulped, 
sweat beading on his forehead.  She chuckled softly and he tore his 
gaze away to meet her eyes once more.  He watched as she used that 
same hand to raise his left hand clear of the table, bringing it 
closer to herself.  Her head lowered, tilted again, leaving him with 
a clear view of her mouth.  Her moist lips parted, and his next 
breath was released with an audible groan as her tongue slid out to 
slowly lick the skin between his index finger and thumb.  He felt 
the contact all the way down to his toes but most acutely in his 
cock.  Burgeoning arousal had him suddenly hyper-aware of her every 
action.

"Mmmmm," she said in what could only be described as a purr. One 
that sent a pleasant little shiver along his spine.  Licking her 
lips, she shook salt over the wet path she had created.  "Your 
turn."

It was a wonder the glass made it to his lips, for he could not 
take his eyes off of her.  He finally had to look away in order 
to drink, a quick flick of his wrist.  The burn was immediate, 
shooting down his throat and esophagus, briefly setting off a fire 
in his stomach.  He quenched it with a lime, sucking hard to pull 
the bittersweet flavor into his mouth.

"Good?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. He nodded and 
watched as she poured the next shots, her hand just slightly 
unsteady.

Grabbing her other hand, he brought it to his lips.  He drew her 
fingers, wet with lime juice, into his mouth, and licked them 
clean.  He felt her shiver in response, heard her hiss of breath, 
and quirked the corner of his mouth at her.  He followed up by 
licking her hand with the same slow tease she had employed and then 
adding the salt.  Before she could do anything he licked the salt 
off her hand and drank his shot.  Her eyes narrowed and he smiled 
around his lime wedge.  She pouted.

"You snooze, you lose," he told her after he had discarded the lime. 
"But here, let me help you." 

Instead of her hand, he licked his index finger and tapped salt on 
it. "Lick your lips," he instructed.  She did, swiping her tongue 
extra slowly.  He touched his finger to her bottom lip, intending 
to deposit the salt, but she tore a page out of his own script and 
sucked his finger into her mouth, to the middle knuckle.  She drew 
on the finger hard for a moment, her lips pursed with the effort, 
and then released it with a pop so that she could throw back her 
tequila.  

Despite his shock, he had the presence of mind to scoop up a lime 
and suck the pulp into his mouth.  As she lowered the shot glass, 
he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his mouth opening 
and forcing hers open as well.  Her hand came up to rest on the 
back of his head as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, stealing 
the last traces of lime.  He half-rose from the seat, the table edge 
pushing into his hip, and his hand tunneled through her hair to cup 
her neck as their tongues dueled.  He thrust; she parried.

She began to tremble and then finally pulled away.  Sinking back 
into the padded leather booth, she exhaled a gusty breath of air.  
One hand fanned her face as the other plucked at her shirt.  

He knew how she felt - he was burning up.  

"Jesus, Mulder."  She tossed her head back, eyes closed.  A flush 
had spread down to her chest, visible through the parted collar of 
her shirt, and he could see her nipples poking against the 
material.  

He salivated at the thought of sucking one of those hard little 
pebbles into his mouth, of trailing his lips down further...
Slamming his eyes shut, he dropped his head back to rest on the high 
edge of the seat.  He was still breathing heavily. 

The slide of glass against wood had his eyes opening again and he 
saw that she had brought her nearly empty margarita glass closer to 
herself.  Removing the swizzle stick with one hand, she lifted the 
glass to her lips with the other and drank the remnants of margarita 
down, lips pursing briefly in a sexy little frown as she returned 
the glass to the table. 

"Not cold enough," she sighed, and slid to the edge of the curved 
booth to peek around.  She must have caught the eye of the waitress, 
for he heard her say, "Pitcher of ice water, please?"  

Sliding back, her thigh pressing firmly against his, she met his 
gaze.  "It's hot," she said unnecessarily.  The swizzle stick was 
still in her hand and she brought it to her mouth, touching it to 
her lips before nibbling at it absently.  

Mulder nodded agreement, staring unabashedly at her slick lips, at 
the way she was now sliding the swizzle stick in and out, imagining 
something else sliding between their pouty softness.  That something 
else throbbed in response behind his pants zipper.  He spread his 
legs in a futile effort to ease some pressure.                

"Hydration is important," she said around the swizzle stick.  Her 
cheeks flushed anew as she realized she had his rapt attention.

"I like you wet, Scully," he told her, voice low and intimate.

"Oh...God," was her almost-whimper, the swizzle stick falling from 
her mouth.  Her pupils were dilated from a combination of arousal 
and alcohol - a heady, dangerous mix.  One he himself was 
experiencing with equal potency. 

He couldn't decide if Scully was relieved or disappointed by the 
interruption when the waitress appeared with the requested pitcher 
of water, ice cubes clattering a gentle rhythm.  Scully's head 
ducked down, cheeks pink.  Triple thumps followed as pitcher and 
glasses were deposited.  The waitress poured their water, eyed the 
table and then each of them in turn, and when they said nothing, 
left with another wink.

The water in Scully's glass sloshed from her forceful grab and 
dripped from her hand as she tipped her head back and drank. Mulder 
was so fixated on her he had forgotten his own thirst.  Returning 
her empty glass to the table, she leaned into him and gave him a 
nudge with her elbow.  "Drink up," she told him, clearly both amused 
and pleased by his attention.  

It was apparent she had regained her equilibrium, and he determined 
to tilt it once more.  
 
He drained his water in seconds and reached for the bottle of Jose.  
"Shot?" he queried, putting a little dare in his voice.  He couldn't 
explain the impulse; they really should leave and take their little 
party somewhere private.  

She considered for a moment, gaze flicking from his fingers, now 
stroking the bottle suggestively, to his face, and then nodded, a 
glint in her eye.  Dare accepted.

Glancing around to confirm that they were quite secluded in their 
corner, he poured them each another shot.  "Skip the salt," he told 
her, pushing her hand back down to the table.  "I have a better 
idea."

Twisting a little toward her, he lifted his hand and ran the backs 
of his fingers across her cheek to slide her hair behind her ear.  
He danced his fingertips along her jaw and then down her neck.  Her 
pulse jumped against his fingertips and she emitted a soft sigh.  
Shifting her shirt collar down her shoulder a little, he further 
bared her neck and collarbone.  Leaning in, he exhaled softly on her 
exposed skin, delighting in her shiver and how she tilted her head 
to give him better access.  His nose brushed her jaw, caressing it 
briefly before letting his tongue tease at the tendon in her neck.  
He trailed it down lower and then sucked lightly at her skin for a 
moment, tasting salt and Scully.  

"Mmmm."  He murmured into her neck before he pulled away.  Scully 
swayed to follow him, as if drawn. He turned his head enough to 
bring the shot glass to his lips and slammed the tequila down.  He 
was already turning back to her as he blindly returned the glass to 
the table - he swooped his mouth down onto hers, the tequila still 
wet on his lips and in his mouth.  His tongue thrust forcefully and 
with a little moan, she reciprocated by sucking it with equal force, 
drinking the tequila from him.  

One of her hands dropped to his thigh as she leaned into the kiss, 
and his thigh muscles flexed automatically.  Her fingers tightened 
and relaxed, and then she began to knead and stroke, fingertips 
straying ever closer to the crease where thigh met groin, knuckles 
brushing the bulge of his erection.  

The fleeting, intermittent contact sent little bolts of electricity 
through him.  He moaned into her mouth and she pulled back enough 
to gasp in air before sliding wetly into their kiss again. His left 
hand dropped to cover hers and he dragged it into position over his 
cock before trailing his fingers along that same arm and up to her 
shoulder.

Palming his balls, she squeezed once and then she began to stroke 
firmly along his shaft.  He couldn't help the tightening of his 
fingers into the soft flesh of her shoulder, nor the little motions 
of his hips. 

Her lips finally pulled away from his with a sucking sound and he 
dragged open heavy-lidded eyes to watch as Scully scanned the 
immediate area before placing her mouth on his neck, where she 
nibbled and sucked.  He felt her thigh flex and then she was 
hitching herself up and draping her leg atop his, twisting herself 
to press her crotch into his leg just below where leg met hip and 
ass.  All the while she kept up the motions on his cock, alternately 
squeezing and stroking.  

"God, Mulder," she breathed into his ear, sending rockets of shivery 
pleasure through him. "Someone...someone could see us.  We must be...
crazy."

"Certifiable," he agreed, wishing he could figure out how to get 
his hand between her legs without dislodging her or disrupting her 
hand.  With no solution for his dilemma, he lowered his free arm and 
palmed her ass, fingers spread wide. He found himself rhythmically 
squeezing her pliant flesh.

She was panting now, rubbing herself against his leg, a whimper 
of frustration escaping at the apparent ineffectiveness of her 
motions.  "God, Mulder," she repeated, moaning the words. "I don't 
think I can wait."  Her teeth nipped his earlobe as her hand ground 
down harder.  "Tell me it's okay.  Tell me it's okay to do this 
here."

Oh, Jesus. His hips bucked up into the exquisite pressure. How could 
he refuse that request?  Neurons were misfiring everywhere.  Mulder 
had a fleeting thought about the picture they must be presenting, 
and the dangers inherent in their actions, but he rationalized it 
all away - they had their near-dark, empty corner, the deep seats 
and high table.  

Much later, he'd think about the tacit permission she'd granted 
him with the words 'tell me', and all the implications they could 
explore. For now, they would willingly tumble down the rabbit hole.

"It's okay, Scully," he managed to get out, looking around again. 
"No one can see, there's no one around."  She was right; they were 
crazy.  But crazy had never before felt this amazingly fantastic.

Desperate to touch her anywhere, he hiked her skirt up.  At the 
same time, he felt her hand busy with his zipper.  

As he encountered the silk of her panties and bare skin, he heard 
the rasp of metal on metal and felt the constriction against his 
erection abate slightly.  His fingers toyed with the hem of her 
panties; hers nimbly slid inside his pants and sought him out 
through the gap in his boxers.  At that first touch of her hand, 
he almost bucked them both through the table. 

"Scully," he rasped.  "That feels so fucking good."

She eased his cock free of his boxers and pants, and he reacted 
to the sudden shock of cold air on his over-heated flesh with a 
shiver.  Just as sudden and as shocking, her head ducked down and 
her mouth engulfed him.  He thought he'd felt hot before - now her 
mouth scalded him with her fire.  

"Uhhhhh," he grunted, unable to contain the sound.  His head fell 
back against the seat but he forced himself to keep his eyes open 
to watch for any unwanted company.

Her tongue did naughty things.  Things that had him gritting his 
teeth to hold back his moans.  Things that made him want to be 
selfish and let her blow his mind to fragments.   

She stopped suddenly, releasing him with a pop that he felt in 
every square inch of his body and slithered up to take possession 
of his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.  Easing back slightly, she 
whispered into his open, panting mouth, "I need you to fuck me, 
Mulder."

All higher brain function ceased.

His heart started a wild hammering in his chest. He remembered 
to breathe, and took in an audible gasp of air.  While he tried 
to formulate thought, she straddled his lap, her already hiked-up 
skirt no hindrance.  Instinct had him lifting his hands to grasp 
her hips - still reeling from her declaration, it was all he could 
manage.

With sensual practicality, she slipped her panties to the side 
with one hand while the other took hold of his erection as she 
positioned herself above him.  Amid the scent of limes, he could 
smell her arousal, still new and yet already familiar to him, and 
the resulting surge of lust astounded him with its elemental 
ferocity.

"God, Mulder," she sighed as she slowly sank down on his length, 
"what you do to me."

Human nature made allowances for pride and vanity, thus her breathy 
admittance was almost as overwhelming as the sensation of her slick 
heat enveloping his cock inch by inch.

"Scully..." he gasped.  He blinked sweat from his eyes and resisted 
the urge to lift her onto the table and rut like an animal.  "You 
have no idea."  Her inner walls gripped him like a velvet fist and 
he groaned.  His control was hanging by a thread.  "You're killing 
me here, Scully."

Her shaky laugh teased his ear as her body teased him with its slow, 
seductive glide.  "Ohhh, Mulder...but what a way to go."

It was one of those rare moments when he didn't have a comeback.  
Instead, he let his body do the talking.  Slipping his hands down 
to cup her ass beneath the skirt, he used this new hold and the 
flexing of his hips and pelvis to increase both the pace and the 
force of their strokes.

Her hands lifted to cradle his face, one of her thumbs sliding into 
his half-opened mouth as she stared into his eyes.  "Mulder," she 
whispered.  "I..."  Her voice trailed off and she bit her lip, 
ducking her head down slightly.  At his hum of encouragement, she 
lifted her head again and said in a rush, "I know it's dangerous 
and crazy, but it really turns me on to know...to know that someone 
could see us at any time."

"Jesus, Scully."  He exhaled loudly, jerking beneath her.  He was 
thankful he was sitting, for he was fairly certain that if he'd 
been standing, he'd have fallen to the ground.  After a second or 
two to regroup, he teased, "My little exhibitionist."  

She emitted a tiny gasp and her muscles clamped tight on his cock.  
Oh, she definitely liked that.  

He considered her revelation further. "Scully...that's so fucking 
hot."

Her eyes glittered.  "I know."

Their pace had unintentionally slowed, and he renewed it with a 
vengeance.  Before long, she began to pant again, her fingers 
gripping his shoulders.  Her movements were losing their grace and 
he could feel the tension strumming through her entire body.  She 
tossed her head and bit her lower lip as she moaned.   

Her fingernails dug into his flesh, an erotic sting.  "Now," she 
whispered.

He thrust up hard, and she ground herself against him, squeezing
her inner muscles and rocking frantically, her lips parting to 
form an 'O' and her eyes fluttering closed.  Pleasure coiled in 
his belly, deep and primal, and he gritted his teeth as he strained 
to sustain the pressure she needed, the sensations spiraling him 
ever closer to the edge.  She spasmed and stiffened as she came, 
gasping his name.  

With one last jerking thrust, he lost himself completely, his eyes 
slipping shut and mouth agape.  

She collapsed against him and buried her face in his neck. Residual 
tremors shook her body, which were echoed by the aftershocks still 
zipping through his body as they descended from their orgasmic high.

He breathed deeply to calm his still-racing heart, and inhaled the 
mingled scents of sex and limes and Scully.  "I think I'm going to 
get hard every time I smell a lime or see a swizzle stick, Scully."

Her breathy giggle shook her body, sending vibrations through him, 
and he groaned at the over-stimulation, shuddering in reaction.

She pressed a kiss to his jaw and then straightened, meeting his 
gaze.  Her eyes were bright with laughter and satisfaction and love, 
and he knew his eyes mirrored her emotions.  After a quick glance 
over her shoulder she whispered, "I'll be certifiable with you 
anywhere, Mulder."

They began the awkward process of disengaging their bodies. Hastily 
re-tucked and re-zipped, Mulder passed Scully a handful of cocktail 
napkins.  After a careful rearrangement of her clothing, she headed 
to the ladies room.

As loose and lazily replete as he felt, he still had enough energy 
to shift in the booth to watch her walk away.  The back view was as 
amazing as the front.  Her alcohol and orgasm-induced wobble was 
endearingly sexy and he couldn't help smiling.

"Will there be anything else?"

The amused voice of their waitress startled him from his reverie.  
Mulder whipped his head around to see her leaning one hip against 
the edge of their table, regarding him with a smirk.  "Ah...no," 
he replied.  "Just the bill, please."

She grinned, showing lots of teeth.  "Coming right up."

He decided to leave a generous tip.

***
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