From: Rat1013@aol.com Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 21:21:58 EDT Subject: (no subject) Source: direct Taste -By Sonny Send all comments to Rat1013@aol.com I should warn you this is my first posting. But I've admired from afar for many years. I won't continue the story unless I get some positive feedback! This is just a little vignette from Mulder's point of view. I'd say it's rated a solid 'R', if not, a mild NC-17 at times. Of course it's MSR...because writing plain, old X-Files-actual-plot-driven stories is boring. I tried to be a little more humorous than my other angsty stories. This is pure, unadulterated, mind candy. It's randy, baby! Yeah! Have no fear UK readers, there are no spoilers. Summary: In Scully's kitchen, Mulder looks back on his strange life, and realizes that he and Scully have gone through enough bad, and that it was time to enjoy some good. Disclaimer: C'mon sing along! We all know this song. I don't own the X-Files. If I did, Mulder would be in my bed this very moment. And if I owned them, there would be no need for fanfic because they would be together by now. But instead, CC and ten-thirteen prod. owns them. Because of that, CC is allowed to torture us... Has anyone checked him for horns and a pitchfork? Oh well. Enjoy! I've always led a pretty interesting life. Well, maybe not interesting. Strange. Misunderstood... yeah that's a good word, *misunderstood*. I've been misunderstood my entire life. I feel like I should be wearing a sign. 'Welcome to Mars- Open all hours'. I guess I should start at the beginning. My parents decided it would be quite humorous to name me Fox. Ha. Ha. Ha. I still don't find it very funny. My name alone has caused me more stress by the time I was 10, than most psychiatric patients deal with by the time they're 40. I mean, naming your kid after a forest animal should automatically set some bells off in your head. They said it was after my great grandfather, but I don't buy it. I don't really remember ever meeting such a great grandfather. I think they were just hippies. Or they were on drugs. Yeah, that's it. Someone would have to be on drugs to name their kid after a varied form of dog. So of course, I've been teased and beaten my entire life. Well, until I learned how to fight anyway. I told my parents, ordered them actually, to legally change my name. But no suck luck, I would just have to live with it. And I did. Everyday. Then I got lucky - a girl named Fairy Gay transferred to my school and my name suddenly seemed pretty normal. That poor, poor girl. And then of course, at my life's seemingly defining moment, my little sister Samantha was abducted. It changed everything. Suddenly, my parents didn't talk anymore. Suddenly, where there was once laughter and sound now lived anger and silence. It was the silence that did the most damage. If there wasn't silence, I was in my room with my music loud, trying to drown out the screaming downstairs. Much to my surprise, the world kept on spinning, the sun went on shining, and people went on with their lives. I felt like the world should end because mine did. But life doesn't work that way. I eventually started gaining some muscle, and I just happened to be pretty damned good at basketball. Then, just when I thought it was safe...IT happened. I was in the middle of a very important Basketball game, and my little 14-year-old nose, it was such a nice nose, was crushed by an elbow. Blood flowed everywhere. It stained my basketball jersey, as if it were a permanent reminder that things would never be the same. Eight weeks. That damn cast was on my nose for eight, long, agonizing weeks. I looked like a complete geek. And the harassment I got for it made me long for the days of name discrimination. And to make it worse, right in the middle of class, I got a hard-on for my teacher, Mrs. Lacasal. She was a married old lady. Actually she was probably about the same age as I am now, and that depresses the hell out of me. Then she called me to finish a problem on the blackboard. I think I was permanently scarred from that experience, because I can't seem to remember what happened after that. I think I've made myself regress it. Maybe that's for the best. I'm glad. I got myself through school, and found I was pretty good at it. Finally it was my senior year of high school. The prom was coming up. I was taking Pamela DelAbante. A blonde with really plump, pillow-like...eyelashes, and long, delicious...eyelashes. It was great. We had sex in a cheesy motel room. It wasn't my first time; she was my second girlfriend. And with my vast knowledge of amore, I felt confident in myself and in my prowess. It lasted a whole 6 minutes. I got through college with straight A's, and went through quite a few girlfriends. I wasn't promiscuous, just enjoyed myself. Then, I met Phoebe. She was always on my mind. She was a ride. She was great for a while, before I realized what kind of person she was. The wall came tumbling down. There she was, on our apartment floor, with my best friend. She was sorry she got caught, but that's about all she was sorry for. And using my smooth and vast knowledge of amore... I took her back. What a genius, huh? Well, after the second time, I left her for good. But it was hard. I saw her all the time. And surprisingly again, life went on living. So, I finished school, joined the FBI, and my life has become one big unsolved mystery. I guess that brings me to today. Today was a very good day. I never, in a million years, expected to be standing in the middle of my partner's kitchen watching her cook for me. And she's singing. It's not that Scully has a bad voice, it's quite pleasant actually. It's just seeing her like this: no make-up, pony- tail, holes in her jeans, black tank top, barefoot, and...singing. While she's cooking for me no less. It's just taking me completely off guard. And I must say it's awakening parts of my body that I don't normally let come out and play when Scully's around. It all started with a simple, playful, little bet. Skinner had called a meeting with us. If the meeting was about the fact we've broken or lost 14 cell phones in the last 2 months, I won. If it was about the fact our last report was due yesterday, and he wanted to give us a lecture on punctuality, Scully won. I won. I won a home-cooked meal, and a good movie at Dana Scully's place. Dana Scully. There's a name I love. Look at her. Just look at that face. She's...is she singing 'hungry like the wolf'? God, help us all. She's great. The more I think about it, Scully is sort of the only constant I've ever had in my life. 'Here Mulder, make yourself useful.' She said throwing me a bunch of carrots. 'You're supposed to be cooking for me, I'm just supposed to stand here and watch you do it.' I said smugly, grabbing a knife and cutting up the carrots anyway. She was beautiful. I usually don't use that word in terms of Scully. She's always been pretty. But right here, in this setting, just letting herself go and enjoying herself, she's beautiful. She must use a lot of skin creame or something, cause her skin is always so soft. Maybe it's hereditary. She always smells good too. She laughs that I always know where to find her if we get separated in a store or something. I told her it's because I could smell her perfume. But that was a bit of a lie. It was her perfume, but it just *smelled differently* on her. We've had a strange relationship. More than friends, less than lovers. Well, so far anyway. Our friendship has been like vitamins; we've supplemented each other's minimum daily requirements. She's amazing. This woman, standing before me, singing 'hungry like the wolf', has been through more hell and pain in her life than anyone should have to go through in 10 lifetimes. But she manages to have a sense of hope that NO ONE can take away from her. Yeah, she's definitely beautiful. Painfully beautiful. She's been everything to me. My love, my priest, my savior, all in one. Sometimes, as stupid as is sounds, I feel guilty for refusing to share her with the rest of the world. They're certainly missing out. She's mine, at least, in my own cave-man way, and that's how I'll always think of her. She has 428 different smiles, and each one of them can light up a room. She's my home. I feel comfortable here. Sitting on Scully's kitchen counter, watching her check the pasta. She humbles me. I should write all this down. Before I forget it and go back to Special Agent Mulder mode. I like letting myself feel like this. Like there isn't a big conspiracy going on, like we couldn't lose one another at any given moment. ' Mulder?' she asks. 'Hmm?' I'm knocked out of my reverie, by Scully throwing an onion at my head. ' What are you staring at?' she asks, smiling, then going back to slicing the onions. I jump down off the counter and go to stand directly behind her. I put my arms lightly around her waist, and lay my head on her shoulder. Scully stops cutting and pauses. She looks straight ahead for a moment, then back down at the brown-haired head on her shoulder. ' Are you okay?' ' I love you.' Pause. ' I know.' I lift my head to face her sideways. 'Do you?' I ask. Scully slowly puts the knife down on the cutting board, and turns to face me. I make no intention to move. I want to keep her close. I want to hold her, to feel her breasts against my chest, to smell her hair, and that distinct smell that's just *Scully*. She wraps her arms around my waist loosely, and closes her eyes against my chest. ' I do know. Just as you know that I love you too. And I like this as much as you do. This normal thing is kinda nice every once in a while, isn't it?' she laughs. I snicker as well, and wrap my arms tighter around her. Suddenly I feel Scully move her arm, and then I feel something in my hair. Something wet, sticky, and heavy. I reach up and feel the starchy feeling of wet linguini pasta in my hair. Scully moves away with a devilish gleam in her eye. ' I pour my heart out and this is what I get,' I said feigning being hurt. Then, in a quick move I grab the water sprayer from the sink and make my move. 'AH...!' she says, as the cold water hits her face and back. She runs to the refrigerator, opens the door, and grabs 4 eggs. 'Oh no you don't!' I say, with my pointer finger out in a warning. She smiles sweetly, then throws one. Leave it to Scully to hit the bull's eye. Right square in the forehead. Then another, and another. That's okay, I'll get my revenge, as I look over on the counter near the spilt pasta. As if sensing my moves, Scully makes a break for the can. But my legs are longer, and I'm closer anyway. 'NO!' she laughs. 'Oh yes!' I declare, holding her arm as I open the can. I grab the front of her shirt as she tries to get away, and pour the contents of the can down the front. She then stays still and has an expression on her face of utter disgust as the sauce makes it's way down her bra, her stomach, and eventually down her jeans. ' Oh, you bastard!' she says. I move to go to the refrigerator, and her voice stops me. 'Don't you dare touch anything!' she orders. Just to piss her off, I start touching the refrigerator door. ' Touch, touch, touch.' I say childishly. 'Oh my god, look at my kitchen!' she said, referring to the pasta, water, eggs and tomato sauce strewn all over the room ' You're helping me clean this, you know' 'Me! You started this might I remind you.' I said shaking the last of the pasta out of my hair. As I was leaning over, I accidentally knocked over the bowl of salad that was on the counter. Scully walked over, but she was barefooted, and I didn't want her to cut herself. So I grabbed the top of her tank, and pushed her back to the carpet that was the beginning of the den. She just stared up at me. And there it was. That beautiful glimmer in her eye. That friction that sometimes happens between the two of us, when we flirt, but we usually suppress because of the look-but-not-touch rule. But I wanted to touch. I wanted to touch badly. She looked down at my hand, still grabbing her tank. 'Didn't I just tell you not to touch anything...' Before she could finish the sentence, I acted on my impulse and pulled her face to mine. I held her body close. I had the front belt loop of her jeans in between my finger. I kissed her for all I was worth. I made it last. So did she. I thought she'd at least protest for a moment, but she didn't seem surprised by it. This whole day had been foreplay. I think we both knew it. I think we both feel it's about time. When we finally came up for breath, I looked at her face for a moment. Her eyes were just opening now, and I wasn't sure if the look she had on her face was anger or arousal. ' Are you gonna smack the crap out of me now or what?' I said, moving back a little. She was silent for a minute. ' I'm gonna do better than that, Mulder,' she said. Then she swept my ankles out from under me, in a FBI maneuver none-the- less, and she landed on top of me on the floor. With her legs astride my hips the way they were, I could already feel the hard on forming between my legs. She leaned down and kissed me hard. There was no pretense; no teasing involved in this. She wanted me as badly as I had wanted her. I grabbed a hold of her thighs and sat up as we kissed, each exploring as much as we could with our hands, as we were with our mouths. It was becoming a game, seeing how much we could do without disconnecting our mouths. We laughed a bit as I gave up trying to lift my T-shirt off without disconnecting. We finally did disconnect, and we just stared at each other for a minute. It was like peaceful for the first time in a long time. Just being with her like this was nice. I felt like a horny teenager though. Like I'm going to explode in my shorts any second if I'm not inside her. I'm a grown adult; I should be able to make it last. Especially this time, our first together. But Scully didn't seem any better off. She quickly moved to button of my jeans and she felt the hardness there. When she touched me...Oh yeah, right there, just like that, god... I thought I really was going to embarrass myself. She unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped my fly. She didn't even wait to get my pants off, she just put her hand inside my boxers and caressed the heat waiting for her. 'Oh god,' I said, leaning back onto the floor. I still held her thighs, but now I ran my hands back and forth, from her ass, to her knees. It's been a while since I've done this, so just the feeling of her sitting atop me like this was making me so hot. She was rocking back and forth over my dick, and I thought I would cum right there. She heard my low moan and laughed. She laughed, that wicked woman. ' I want you moving inside of me so bad Mulder,' she whispered leaning her head back as she rocked. I knew that if she kept it up another minute I would cum, so I rolled her under me in a quick move. I leaned up, and threw my T-shirt over into a corner. My pants were undone, and I could see the head of my dick above my boxers. Scully laughed that it looked like it was peeking out to say hello. I laughed at that. I was so ready. I pulled at her still wet tank and pulled it above her head. Her once white, now tomato red, bra went next. I was a little wild, I know. I just grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed. I bent down and took the right one in my mouth, as my hands made they're way down her stomach, to land on the front button of her jeans. She tasted like tomato sauce. Did I mention Scully has great breasts? Oh god they are wonderful. They just sit there, perky and waiting for me. Her nipples are like tiny little pink...erasers. I don't know, I can't think of anything more eloquent right now, considering I have very little blood in my brain. She's in great shape. There was a point there a few years ago, she'd gained a few pounds, but she's really gotten herself into fabulous shape. I lifted my head from her breasts, not having any patience left, and swiftly undid the button on her jeans. I pulled down her underwear along with her jeans. That left Scully naked. Naked and ready for me. All I have to do is take my own off, and I can be buried in her. Buried so far inside of her that she felt me in her throat. I paused for a minute, just looking at her body, naked for me. Waiting for me. 'Enjoying the view?' she said casually, as if I were looking at a building. 'I feel like I should apologize now,' I began. ' For what?' ' I have a sneaking suspicion this isn't going to last long. I want you so bad, Scully. I want you so bad,' I said, as I lowered my own jeans and boxers. There we were, naked together. I was primed for her and she was ready for me. I pushed her legs apart with my knees and hovered above her for a moment. I could feel the tip of my cock just at her opening. God, she was irradiating heat. And I could feel how wet she was. It took everything I had not to just pound myself into her. I looked down at her. ' No regrets, Scully.' I said, running my hand down her waist and lifting her leg even higher around my waist. ' Now Mulder,' she said, panting a bit. ' I pushed myself into her. She was so tight, and I knew she hadn't done this in a while, I didn't want to hurt her. She gasps at first, then relaxes and smiles. Oh my god, how am I going to do this. Holy shit, this feels so good. I... ' Mulder, don't hold back on my account, I'm gonna cum any second,' she said. I started moving, in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. I felt the slickness between us making it easy to slide in and out. We were breathing heavy, and we could hear the faint sound of me pounding into her. I held her body close to me, not wanting to break the contact below, wanting to fill her completely when I came. I grab a hold of her hands and smile down at her as I pump into her. She smiles back, and I lift her hands above her head on the floor. I intertwine our fingers and use them as support as I feel the pre-cum starting to fill her. I squeeze her hands to the beat of my pushing into her. She let's one hand go, and rubbed it down my chest and over my arms. She pushes me back so she can straddle me on the floor. She starts to whimper a bit, I can hear her. She starts pounding herself onto my prick, not quite moving up, but back and forth. I've remained buried to the hilt inside of her since we started. I grab hold of her thighs and let her ride me. She starts thrashing, oh god, I'm about to come. Oh god, oh god, oh god... Then I feel it, the cum pumping from my shaft. And I have a good view of my cock buried inside of her from where I'm looking up. I'm watching myself pump every ounce into her waiting sheath, and I look back to her face as she cries out. I just realized I was crying out myself. I hope we didn't wake her neighbors. I hope we did. And then it was over. She had laid herself atop of me to recover, and to resume breathing again. I brushed her hair back and wrapped my arms around her, still inside of her. 'THAT, was amazing.' She said simply. Not to feed my ego, or her own. Just to state a basic fact. She leaned up again, so she was sitting astride me, using my chest to hold her up. I looked down to where we were still joined. Her gaze followed. 'I love seeing myself buried in you.' I told her. She smiled at me. ' I like *feeling* you in me.' She said with a wicked grin. I sat up and held the side of her neck and kissed her. She readily accepted. This really had been a good day. What's surprising me the most is how comfortable we are with this. I think one of my biggest fears if we ever did do this, was what happened if we tripped? Or bumped noses? Or would it be awkward afterwards? But the only question I have now is why we didn't do this before? I look down at her. Isn't it the guy who's supposed to fall asleep after great ex? Oh well. It doesn't matter. I'm glad we did this when we did. When we were ready. Sully really is the best thing that's ever happened to me. She makes sense of all the insanity in my life. She makes sense of me. She feels like home to me. At the end of a bad day, if I can look over at her, and see her looking back- I've had a good day. Now we have to be careful not to flaunt this everywhere. We wouldn't want even more problems at the Bureau, but at least we can be together. I'm tired of being afraid to be with her like this because what if *they* find out. They've taken enough away from us. This here, they can't touch, no matter what they do to us. And the rest, we'll figure out later. In the meantime, I'll have to remember to buy her another can of tomato sauce. I'm sure we'll put it to good use. <> The end. So, how was it? Want a sequel? I need feedback. I'm a junkie for it. So go ahead and send me some. Come on, you know you want to...