From: "Amy McClure" Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 15:20:52 GMT Subject: xfc: New Fic: Ten Seconds - NC17 Source: xfc Title: Ten Seconds Author: Amy McClure Rating: NC-17 Keywords: Smut, smut, smut (yes folks, another one...) Archive: Anywhere is fine, just please keep my name and email on it and let me know so I can come visit. Feedback: Always welcome and used for inspiration during my many bouts of writer's block: mulder89@hotmail.com Summary: What if Mulder and Scully's first time is, well...less than perfect?? (Okay, okay, I know their first time will be incredible, but just go with me here...) Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine. If they were, I'd be on a beach with the luscious David Duchovny himself instead of cooped up in my apartment in front of my computer. Chris Carter would never let his characters behave this way anyway, so I'll do it for him. ;-) Author's notes: This was inspired by a humorous "fic" that I read. I can't remember now who wrote it, but it was a list of things that "must be true" in the fanfic world. One of them was the fact that Mulder and Scully's first time will be mind-blowing and perfect. Well, here's what happens when it's not... CONTENT WARNING: Explicit sex follows. Noromos and minors please hit that delete button and look elsewhere for fic. xxxxx Well, the inevitable has finally happened. The moment that has both left me trembling with excitement and paralyzed with fear for the last seven years has now come and gone. I've had plenty of fantasies about us finally consummating our relationship - I've always known it would happen, I just didn't know when. The fantasies have ranged from a hot and cramped encounter in our stakeout car to a wild fling in our basement office. Other times it's a sweet romantic encounter that begins on my living room couch. Hell, I've even fantasized about him taking me right on Skinner's desk. I do have to admit that the good old office encounter has been the source of most of my imaginings. I've always wanted him to march into our office, lock the door and stride over to me. His eyes are burning with passion, he lifts me out of my chair and pins me up against the wall and then...well, you get the idea. I have imagined a lot of different scenarios, but never in a million years would I have imagined this. Don't get me wrong - I am completely and utterly in love with the man who now lies snoring beside me - and I'm sure our next time will be better. After all, I know it's been a long time since he's been in this situation. My fantasies always included hot steamy sex, but I am a realist. I didn't really expect the "earth to move," but I guess I did expect it to at least shake a little. Let's just say it didn't. xxxxx I'm doing my best to pretend I'm sleeping and I hope to god she's fooled. I have even been throwing in some soft snoring every now and then for good measure. I wish I had known tonight was going to be the night. I would have at least tried to prepare myself somewhat. Before you start laughing, there really are ways to prepare, you know. When you haven't had sex in five years, it tends to be a little difficult to make it last very long. Had I known about tonight ahead of time, I would have "taken matters into my own hands" at least four times a day for the last week to get myself used to it. As it was, I hadn't done that in...well, a couple of weeks I think. Let's just say that doesn't make for a good combination, especially when it's with the one woman who turns you on more than anything in the world. If I wasn't still in her apartment, I'd be banging my head against the wall somewhere. I don't even know how I'm going to face her in the morning. The fact that she didn't laugh in my face when it was over and done with is a testament to just how wonderful of a person she is. I have already prepared myself for tomorrow, though. I'm sure I'll get something resembling, 'in order to save our partnership, we can't do that again,' or 'I think we both just got caught up in the moment and let it go too far.' If she is really honest, she'll look at me tomorrow and say, 'okay, well that sucked. Let's not do that again.' It would break my heart to hear her say that, but that's what I would probably say if I were in her situation. This has never happened to me before. Well, I guess the night I lost my virginity was probably pretty comparable. But still, that hasn't happened in twenty years. Shit, I knew I should have done this right after I met her, at least I was more...fresh back then. Now that we're on that subject, that was my original plan. The minute I looked up at her, I was already making plans to sleep with her. Yeah, yeah I know, I'm a pig. What can I say, I'm a man. It comes with the territory. I figured I'd start laying the groundwork right away and I'd be able to finish her off within a couple of weeks. Something happened that ruined all of those plans though. And damn if it didn't happen on our very first case - I started to care about her. Worse yet, I started to respect her. You can't have a one-night stand with someone you respect, so that plan was discarded. Too bad, I could have shown her a good time back then - back when I actually remembered how to do this right. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Shit, of all the things I've always wanted to do right, this was at the top of the list. Guess I can throw that dream out the window. xxxxx 3 hours earlier It began as a normal, innocent Friday night. Neither of us wanted to stay in our basement office any longer, so we adjourned to Scully's apartment for the evening. Typical, normal behavior for the two of us. It was becoming a ritual, actually. We'd gather up the case files we had been working on, and, to my dismay, she'd always bring along the expense reports we hadn't yet filled out and we'd head out. I'd stop for Chinese takeout or pizza - always careful to get her a salad, but always noting later that there was one less piece of pizza when I returned from a trip to the bathroom. Yeah, my health-concious Scully always put on a good show, and I always let the missing piece or pieces slip by without comment. Something was different on this particular Friday night, however. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was...different - I don't know how else to describe it. I let myself in as always, and set the greasy takeout box on her living room table. She had changed out of her Agent Scully attire and was now wearing a black pair of leggings and a long white sweater. Too long to cover the form fitting leggings - yeah, that's my Scully all right. Something in her eyes was different...a spark, a glimmer, something that hadn't been there earlier in the day. Hell, something I'd never seen since I'd known her. I let it go. Didn't say a word. Didn't even crack a sly perverse joke, didn't waggle my eyebrows. Nothing. Believe it or not, I was too scared to. Those innuendos were always fun to make when she had her Agent Scully mask on, but tonight I did not feel the presence of Agent Scully in the room. No. I sensed Dana tonight. I've only leered and thrown erotic comments at the stoic Agent Scully - never at Dana. I'd never seen her long enough to do so. Even though she was here to stay tonight, I still couldn't do it. I can hit on Agent Scully for hours at a time. I can't hit on Dana Scully. Not for a minute, not even for a second. Okay, I admit it - I was scared shitless. Was this it? Would those barriers finally come crashing down tonight? Why? Why now? I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, had I? No, I had just been my normal selfish, pig-headed, crude self all week. I noticed it was now 8:00 - signaling the end of work for me. I found her remote control next to the now empty pizza box (ha, I'd left two pieces there earlier...wonder where they went??) and started flipping through the channels. "Mulder." "Hmm?" "Turn off the tv. We're not done with the expense report for Chicago." "That was *your* job Scully. I'm done with my work." With a hint of a smile, she grabbed a pillow and started beating it against my head, my arms, legs and chest. Don't ask me how the rest happened, because I have no clear recollection of it. Even another session of deep regression therapy probably wouldn't bring any sense of the blur that was the next few minutes. All I know is Scully and I were suddenly kissing. Not our normal kiss on the cheek, kiss on the forehead, friendly kissing either. This was square on the lips, mouths open, tongues probing, *very* friendly kissing. Jesus. Suddenly, the clothes were flying off of us landing in heaps on her living room floor. Next thing I knew, we were both naked and she was leading me into her bedroom. Jesus. Mmm, sorry I know I said that already, but...Jesus. Scully was laying back on the bed and parting her legs, all the while her eyes were burning over every inch of my naked flesh. "Mulder. Come here." Who am I to resist that? I perched myself on my knees between her legs and bent down to nibble her breast. "Mulder." "Hmm?" "I want you now." "Scully..." "Now. Foreplay can wait for next time. I want you inside me now." "But Scully..." "Now." Shit. I was so turned on, I think I would have come if she just brushed her hand against me. "Scully, I need..." "Now Mulder. Please. I need to feel you. Please." Okay, there's no way I could resist that. Scully was pleading with me to fill her. So I did. I pulled back and thrust into her once...twice...three times... Damnit! And then it's over. I come. It's done. Three thrusts - couldn't have been more than ten seconds - all right all right, screw you - it couldn't have been more than four seconds. Over. Done with. That's all she wrote. The moment I'd been waiting almost seven years for only lasted four god damn seconds, and all I want to do is crawl over into that corner and shoot myself. xxxxx I don't know what is possessing me to do this, but I simply cannot help myself. I'm leading a very naked, very aroused Mulder into my bedroom. He looks dazed, shy, uncertain. Not at all what I expected, but it's kind of sweet in a way. He's scared to death. Mulder, the same man who is always flinging sexual innuendos at me left and right looks like a deer caught in the headlights standing here in my bedroom. I seriously begin to fear that he's going to run, so I do the only thing I know he can't run from. I lay my naked form on the bed before him and part my legs to grant him entry. Still, he doesn't move. "Mulder. Come here." Finally he comes over and kneels before me. His head comes down to take my right nipple into his mouth. No, we can do this later. I'm throbbing and there's only one thing that can calm it now. "Mulder." "Hmm?" "I want you now." "Scully..." "Now. Foreplay can wait for next time. I want you inside me now." "But Scully..." "Now." I notice him look down at his erection, and the hesitation in his voice is apparent. I know what he's scared of - he won't be able to last very long. Shit, I don't care. A minute is all I need right now - maybe even thirty seconds would do the trick. "Scully, I need..." "Now Mulder. Please. I need to feel you. Please." I gasp as he rocks forward and fills me. As soon as I looked at it, I knew it would be a tight fit, and it might even hurt slightly, but that would go away soon enough. He pulls back and thrusts into me once...twice...three times... And then he comes. Two seconds. Two seconds and he's done. Okay, I knew he'd come quick, but I never imagined only two seconds. He's obviously embarrassed. He doesn't even look at me before rolling off and away from me. His back is facing me, and I'm barely able to make out the words he speaks. "I'm sorry." Okay, time to go to work and mend the bruised male ego. Great. "Mulder, it's okay. It's fine. It's been a long time for you...for me too." "Scully, you don't have to try to comfort me. I just want to go to sleep." "Mulder..." "Sleep Scully. Sleep. We can talk in the morning." "Maybe we can try again..." "Not now Scully. Just please go to sleep." xxxxx I chance a look at her alarm clock, hoping to god that she is actually asleep. 4:00. Just a few more hours and I'll have to face her. I've contemplated slipping out of bed and running out of here more than once over the last few hours. Worthless. That's the word that keeps repeating in my head now. Worthless. Worthless. Worthless. Can I do nothing right? Okay, so I can slip out of bed, get dressed and leave. Won't answer my phone tomorrow. Maybe I can skip town - get a hotel room overlooking the ocean somewhere. Yeah, there you go, turn off the cell phone, call in sick on Monday. But what about Tuesday? I've got enough vacation time built up to stay away for weeks, hell months if I wanted to. Then what? Maybe she'll have forgotten about this by then. Yeah right. I'll come back to her being disappointed about tonight and pissed off as hell that I left her afterwards. Maybe I could request a transfer. Go work in some field office somewhere...no she'd find me. Get a job on the beach. Go to work in some seafood restaurant in a quaint little town she'd never think to look for me in. Worthless. Worthless. Worthless. I've got to face the music tomorrow. She won't be mad, no not Scully. She'll try to comfort me some more. She'll...pity me. Ugh. Pity. Or she'll pretend that it was wonderful. All four seconds...okay fine...two seconds of it. Worthless. So I have two choices: face her pity in the morning, or muster up every ounce of courage I have and try to make it up to her before sunrise. xxxxx I'm pulled from my slumber by something running across my shoulder. My first instinct is to brush away the ant or spider or whatever the hell it is off of me. But it's not a spider after all. Mulder is planting kisses across my shoulder, then down my arm. Across my stomach, and back up the other arm. He sets up camp on my neck for a while, and I find my arousal from earlier coming back with a vengeance. "Mulder...." His mouth moves up to my ear and starts to nibble on my earlobe. "Scully." Goose bumps form on my neck from the feel of his breath. His tongue meets mine while his hand reaches down to my center. "God Mulder." "Mmmm hmmm...Scully." His fingers work their magic, dancing lightly here, applying just the right pressure there, and then he expertly finds my clit. I feel his body reposition slightly as two fingers enter me and his thumb rubs circles on my clit. His mouth is still busy planting kisses, licks and bites over my sweat-slicked flesh. To the outside observer, it would seem there is no method to his madness, but I know better. His mouth moves from my neck to my breast, my stomach to my earlobe. He is slowly devouring each part of my body, one bite at a time. Instead of letting one part of my body become accustomed to his touch, he is scattering himself all over me and making every inch of me scream with anticipation. I have no idea where his mouth is going to strike next, and trying to figure it out is oh so sweet torture. He has my entire body on fire, and his thumb is still expertly rubbing my center. Oh God. It won't be long now. "Mulder....god Mulder...." I begin to give him direction, but soon realize he needs none. His hand is expertly working me, and I feel the room begin to crash in around me. "Mulder! Yessss Mulder!!!" His kisses become fewer and further between as his hand slows its assault between my thighs. When my orgasm has sufficiently subsided, I feel him thrust into me. Once...twice...three times... Still going strong. Jesus. This is what I imagined...perfect. He lifts me up off my back and positions me against the headboard. I can no longer keep my feet on the mattress, and I feel his hands on my hips to steady me. He's pounding into me fiercely now. Low growls are emanating from deep inside of him, and I again feel myself getting close. I just need a little coaxing, just a little...he knows it - senses it without me having to say anything. His right hand reaches around and he rubs his thumb gently against my clit. "Mulder...yes, oh god Mulder..." My body jerks violently with the force of the waves crashing over me while his hand moves back to my hip to hold me in place. "Scully...ah Scully..." The force of my muscles contracting around him is all he can take, and he follows me over the edge. His gentle thrusts continue as he brings himself back down to earth. Mmmmm...yeah. This is what I expected...exactly what I wanted. I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle my face into his neck. He relaxes against me as I continue to whisper the only two words my mind can fathom right now... Mulder. Perfect. xxxxx