From: Jill Starbuck Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 20:47:31 -0700 (PDT) Subject: *NEW* "Tasting Scully" by Jill Starbuck. Source: direct TITLE: Tasting Scully. AUTHOR: Jill Starbuck E-MAIL: jillstarbuck@yahoo.com CLASS: MSR. Very, very MSR. RATING: NC-17. SPOILERS: ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just e-mail me telling me how wonderful I am. SUMMARY: Mulder's thoughts as he and Scully....well, you know. DISCLAIMER: They are not mine, I don't want to babysit them full time, because if I *was* babysitting them full time, then all they would be doing is screwing each others brains out. Enjoy this little tale of smut, don't ask me for money, and if you like, please, *please* send feedback. I will write back, I promise! **Just a quick side note....if anyone believes I have spelled a word wrong, please take into consideration that I live in Australia, and some words are spelt differently than American words. Just thought I would clear that up now.** XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Tasting Scully. By Jill Starbuck See top for disclaimers, etc. 1/1 Her skin smells sweet, tastes slightly salty, like the oceans. Our bodies slide across the crisp cotton sheets, her soft breath mingling with my own. Soft. Porcelain. Tender, and unmarked. Well, almost unmarked. I trace the soft purply coloured bruise I made before with my mouth, remembering the hoarse cries she made as I suckled gently. Her fingers flutter down, over the rougher planes of my skin. She whispers in my ear, my name, and kisses down my jawline, down the scratchy five o'clock shadow gracing the sharp curve. She pulls my head down, kissing me again, her soft mouth over mine, her tongue caressing the roof of my mouth, my teeth. She nips at me, then soothes with her tongue, smiling at the groan that claws it's way up my throat. "Dana." I speak her name in hushed tones, afraid of ruining the fragility of this moment. Fragile like the most delicate of flowers. She responds, her head drawing close to mine, her lips near my ear. Her tongue flicks out, capturing my earlobe, sucking gently. My hands move up and over the soft curves of her body, curves that not long ago, held an insidious disease just below the skin. A disease that coursed through her, and in turn, coursed through the chambers of my anguished heart. She stirs under me again, her hands moving down, over the taut muscles of my back. She traces the shape of my spinal column, then clutches me below, driving me impossibly further into her. She cries out when I comply, a hoarse, throaty cry, from somewhre inside her. I drive into her again, and she breathes my name in an ecstacy I've never dreamt, never tasted, until now. The sheets rustle in reply to our bodies. Sweat begins to slick us now, and I move my teeth to her shoulder, biting the flesh there again. She hisses my name in reply. "Mulder. I need, I need...." Her words fade as I scoot downwards, drawing almost out of her. I bend my head and capture her hard nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue across the tip. She cries above me, her head tossing fitfully on the pillow. Her fingers graze my face, and she urges me on, pleading me to continue. She pleads for release. I lift my head, and she whimpers softly in disappointment. I trap her head between my hands, and I look deep into the twin pools of cerulean, that swirled with a passion I know only too well. Our first time. My apartment. She'd brought a half-bottle of Jack Daniels, and her eyes swarmed with a tempest, the loss of her daughter. She'd smiled at me, saying she didn't want to be alone. She'd placed the bottle in my hands, and said that she'd rather have a drink with someone else, other than herself. We split the half between us. Our cheeks became flushed as the warm liquid pulsed through our veins, making us light-headed, less inhibited. And then I was kissing her. Softly and slowly first. It was innocent, the kind of kisses shared between long time friends. But then our kisses grew bolder, faster. We stripped each other of our clothes, our movements becoming feverish. Our clothes were strewn around the loungeroom, and I layed her down on the couch. Our coupling was desperate, our kisses tinged with the danger of the act we were committing. But we responded to each other, giving each other pleasure, a taste of what had been forbidden for so long. We set it free. And we set ourselves free. Sculy's whispers bring me back to the reality. I sink back into her, deep inside her, thrusting harder than before. She responds by raising her legs, clutching my back as I drive in and out of her. Her cries become louder, and I know she is close. I drive again, and her cries reach the crescendo. Her orgasm blossoms, like the rarest of flowers. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she sighs again. I drive again, and my own orgasm takes over. Everything explodes into a white-hot light, fireworks behind my closed eyelids. I collapse on her, feeling boneless, weak. She speaks again to me, her face nuzzling my neck. "Mulder?" I lift my head, gazing into her eyes. "Hey you," she says, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I smile back. "Hey yourself." I lift myself to pull out of her, but she stops me. "No, stay with me like this." She reaches down between where we are joined, touching the area gently. "I want to stay like this a little longer." I smile again. "I'm not crushing you?" I ask, shifting slightly. She chuckles. "No, this is nice. I love it when you blanket me like this." "Well, it will be hard,"I say with mock seriousness. "But, I think I can stay like this a bit longer." She chuckles again. "Thankyou," she speaks against my mouth, before capturing it in a kiss. As her mouth devours mine, I absorb her flavour again. My tongue runs across her teeth, and I think to myself.... I am never going to get enough of her taste. THE END XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Write me if you liked. Be gentle if you didn't. Any contact would be great!! Jill. xxx