From: "Ceruleus" Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 22:37:38 -0500 Subject: "ultimate shipper" Source: direct Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 Subject: NEW: The Ultimate Shipper by Ceruleus (1/1) The Ultimate Shipper by Ceruleus (1/1) Please archive at Gossamer. Anywhere else? Well if you want it... just let me know where you put it, so I can visit. Summary: Scully is tense and office seduction ensues. Classification: MSR No case file. Set after Triangle. Keywords: MSR Rating: NC 17 (Parents STRONGLY cautioned) Spoilers: 6th Season, FTF, Triangle Disclaimer: Grief squeezed at her eggshell heart as though it would break into a thousand pieces... Whoa, now that would really be plagiarizing, wouldn't it? Okay, okay seriously, only minor theft of characters here I promise to have them home by midnight Mr. Carter. I swear my intentions are honorable and if I get either of them into any trouble I promise to do the proper thing and marry the both of them (I just love 'em to pieces!) Real Disclaimer: Not mine. Not the rights and certainly not the profits, so if I'm not making any money why sue? Feedback: Constructive, gentle feedback welcome at ceruleus@the-pentagon.com Author's Note: I have read them for years but never posted. Be gentle with me it's my first time. Am I repeating the word GENTLE enough here? ***** "It is the soul's duty to be loyal to it's own desire. It must abandon itself to its master passion." - Rebecca West The Ultimate Shipper by Ceruleus Scully leaned back and stared ruefully at the office ceiling, a gentle puff of exasperation pressing forth from between her pouting lips. What could be best described as a reproduction of Mt. Everest in paper work sat before her, the by-product of another one of Mulder's quests for the truth. "Everytime he goes looking for the truth, I go looking for Forms 27b through 564n" she huffed to herself. The bureau always made Mulder and Scully account for following up on Mulder's hunches on Bureau time and resources. The accountability was due tommorrow. She stretched her neck from side to side and stopped abrubtly when this elicited a loud cracking noise. She was just too tense, she had been for weeks. What was with her lately? She just didn't feel like herself. Her usual ability to repress her emotions and act completely professional seemed to have completely deserted her. In place of the usual confidence and control she felt only emptiness and longing. "That's not it." she mused with a tinge of annoyance. The longing she could take. Longing could be pushed down, trampled and repressed until you didn't even notice it. What had really been bothering her was need. Need...now that was harder to control. Her head spun, her ears buzzed and she gazed up shakily at the ceiling once more. Blinking rapidly, trying to clear her head, to force her emotions back into check. "Hey, you okay over there?" Scully's head whipped round to face him. The sound of his voice jolting her out her trance like a shock of electricity. She gazed at him a moment, allowing herself the almost serene feeling that always came from looking into his soft hazel eyes. Only a moment, it wouldn't do to let her defenses down. He would see it in her eyes. He knew her too well. "Fine, Mulder." she responded in perfect Scully tone, no emotion, no weakness. "Fine, fine of course I'm fine!" a voice in her head screamed. "Aren't I always fine? Never anything but fine? Abducted by aliens? Fine. Dying of cancer? Fine. Gestating an alien? Fine. Sister dead? Fine. Dog too? Fine. How about your daughter? Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine." Great! Ten p.m. on Tuesday and she was going out of her mind. The bureau building was practically empty, and the incredible silence of it was driving her nuts. How would she make it through the night? How would she make it through the week? What had caused this? She and Mulder had been through hell fighting against the whole world, amend that, universe together, what was it now, all of a sudden, on a perfectly monotonous day, that made her unable to deal with her emotions? Was she finally full? "Perhaps," she mused idily "it's part of our genetic code, a gene that controls our ability to store negative emotions. Or, perhaps, a section of the brain specifically allocated to holding such memories." she followed this train of thought. "The size of such a section and its ability to store the electrical impulses would, in all probability, vary from person to person. If such a region of the brain were full these memories could be assumed to spill out into other areas of the brain, areas ill equipped to handle the strength of emotions that powerful." she shook her head in a silent laugh devoid of mirth. "For once forget the science Dana or, in this case, pseudo-science. Maybe I just can't take it anymore. What is life without any humanity? Without any chance to feel?" Out of the corner of her eye she noticed he had gone back to his paperwork. Apparently, he had taken for granted that she was in fact, as always, fine. His body was angled away from her as he worked on his computer, this afforded her the chance to look at him without his knowing. He had cropped his hair short, and she liked it. "Hmmm, something you like." she thought wryly "All hope is not lost." She continued her appraisal. Strong jaw, beautiful lips, lean swimmer's body... mmmmmm. If only she could gaze into his eyes again. No, that wasn't good enough. A fleeting gaze, a brush of fingers when passing a case file, the tips of his three middle fingers pressed lightly into the small of her back. What kind of person had she become? These things were the closest she had come to sexual contact in longer than she could remember. Unless you count the almost kiss. So, close. When she closed her eyes she could still see him there. Feel him there. His lips a whisper away. His breath a gentle caress across her face. She groaned inwardly, feeling the longing again. Feeling the longing become need. "Scully? I love you." that's what he had said. That's what he said two weeks ago when she saved his life after he'd gone looking for that ghost ship. Of course he was delirious at the time. Rambling about something that sounded suspiciously like the plot to The Wizard of Oz. But if only it were true. If only there were even a little truth in it. The need swelled and she could feel it encompass her. The look in his eyes when he'd said it. She had actually felt her heart stop. For a minute, she had been afraid she would have to call a nurse to bring the paddles to start it again. Then she realised the circumstances. Realised he also thought he had just been back in time. Reaslised he had no idea what he was saying. But there was no taking that moment back, for in that moment she had discovered just how much she had longed for those words. Needed them. Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully needed to be loved. Now there was a statement. Who would have thought that? There was that buzzing in her ears again. A numbness pervaded her being, a numbness which drove out rational thought. Need, was different from want. Need COULD NOT be denied. Rather like truth. Sometimes you just can't "Deny Everything." A requirement of life. Like water in the desert. Need could not be controlled. Even... by Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully. She stood from her desk and crossed to him. Mindlessly, as if on autopilot, she came up behind him. For the first time in her life she allowed herself not to think, not to analyze, just to exist as an extension of this need. She stood behind him staring down at the right side of his face. "What's up Scully?" he called out. Sensing she had moved to stand behind him but, from the level of his voice, not fully realising how close to him she was standing. She brought her shaking hands up and rested them on his shoulders. Lightly. Only her fingers gently pressing forward into the muscle of his chest just below his collar bone. He froze. She felt him tense and started to pull back, but the voice in her head was quiet and firm "Don't think Dana, for once in your life, don't think." The voice was strong. The one she recognised. The calm efficient agent voice that always knew the right thing to do. When had that voice changed sides? When had that reasonable voice decided that seducing her partner was a good idea? But she trusted that voice. And it was too strong too resist. She pushed her hands lightly down the front of his chest. Feeling the wonderful sensation of his muscles against her fingers. She slowly bent her head down and let her forehead rest against his hair. Smelling shampoo, cologne, and ohhh, Mulder. She closed her eyes and let herself just feel. **************************** Mulder sat, looking directly ahead. He didn't dare move, and he was afraid to speak. He could see her reflected in the monitor. Her head was down, and he couldn't see the look on her face. But he could feel her, ohh how he could feel her. She was pressed against his back, her arms crossed around him. She was REALLY holding him, and every stupid innuendo that would normally have tumbled off his lips went straight out the window. He didn't know what to do, he only knew he wanted it to be the right thing. What could he do that wouldn't wreck this? He slowly turned and stood in her arms and brought his face round so it was only inches from hers. She pulled back slightly, not letting go of him but giving him room to turn. As she pulled back he could see the look on her face. That was when his heart stopped. He hadn't known what to expect but it hadn't been that look. He had seen that look on her face before, millions of times.... but only in his dreams. Her eyes were pure innocence. Looking up at him. Open. Misty. Lips parted. Her soul totally bared to him. His heart may have stopped before, but it sure as hell was pounding now. He was afraid it may slam right out of his chest any moment it was pounding so hard. ************************* She was looking at his face now. All of a sudden... reality. What the hell was she doing? She started to pull back and he grabbed her gently by the arms, stopping her. He had seen the look on her face. There was no stopping it now. It was written there as plain as if she'd come up and whispered "I love you more than life." in his ear. No time for hesitation, she was pulling back, spinning back to reality and he HAD to stop her. Heart still pounding as though he might explode he took a deep breath and swung down to catch her parted lips with his own. The feel of it was intense, it seared though his body gripping him like an electrical current. His mind buzzed from the jolt of emotion, his stomach flipped with the sensation of butterflies dancing within. He slid his partially open mouth slowly and deliberately along hers. Breathing her breath, pushing his tongue out delicately to taste, to feel. He was warm now, on fire, and shaking, actually trembling with desire. How long had he dreamed of this? How many times had he enacted this very thing in his head? It was happening, and it felt better than anything he could have fathomed. OhmygodMulder! her head screamed, but no words found their way from her lips. Her lips were busy, her lips were busy doing what they had always longed to do, what they were made to do, and no silly hesitation in her mind had the power to stop them. She was crushed against him, tilted back against the desk behind her. She could feel him pressing into her, every muscle, every fibre, every bit of energy that was him, that made him what he was, that incredible manifestation of all her desires that was Mulder, and it wasn't enough. She wanted more. All of him. Now. She stepped back, and heard him gasp from the loss. He stared at her, stunned by the sudden absence of her lips, and he lunged for her again. "No way you're gettin' away from me." his eyes seemed to say. But before he could claim her lips, again she stayed him with her hands. Her palms swung up flat against his chest and stopped him. Fear, hurt and a question reflected in his eyes. He pushed his head down towards her again, unwilling to lose the moment. She stood her ground, holding him back, catching her breath, keeping him in place. She drew a deep breath. She needed to see him. God he was gorgeous. He was breathing heavily and tense with arousal. Who would have believed that she could bring him to this state? It was beyond what she would have imagined. All those years, all the years of wondering, the years of anticipation and still she had never believed it would feel so intense. Nothing in her entire insane life could have prepared her for the intensity of emotion that touching this man gave her now. Feverishly, with a wanton lack of inhibitions she had never before displayed, she pushed her palms firmly against his tightly muscled chest. Bringing her hands up his torso to the top of his slightly crumpled dress shirt. His tie had been discarded hours ago when business hours ended and a night of drudgery had begun. The first few buttons of his shirt were already undone for her and her nimble surgeon's fingers clasped desperately at those that followed. With cunning and exactude she undid the garment and literally ripped it from his body. Plunging in without hesitation she threw her lips to his chest. Sucking and licking across his strong muscles. The feel of them under her tongue, the stunning incredible sensation! She needed more, she needed abs. She ran her tongue down lower so that she was now kneeling before him, licking and sucking with such intensity it made them both dizzy. Oh god his skin, his skin against her tongue, the taste of him was beyond words, but if she had to pick one ... it would be "perfect". Mulder looked down at his partner in a state of total dismay. At this point he found it hard to do anything more complex than remain standing and remember to breathe. "Oh God Scully." He moaned aloud, and they both started at the first spoken words since the act had begun. She glanced up at him quickly and saw the desire in his eyes. The tip of her tongue was still out tasting the flesh of his abdomen. Against her breasts she could feel the straining of his erection. The hard pressure of it forcing its way between her own soft flesh. She could feel her nipples harden in her bra and rubbed against him in a slow languid movement with total disregard for appearances. She ripped open his pants anxious to see him, all of him. Then she reached her hands up into the band of his Calvins and pulled them down off of him in one fluid motion. She saw it and she experienced her first moment of shock, her first split second of hesitation since she had allowed herself to begin the oral assault on his body. It was big. And hard. Holy shit. She had been wrong before, THIS was "perfect". She brought her hand up, touching it tentatively at first. She looked up at him and saw the look on his face. Mulder stared down at Scully. On her knees, lips a whisper away from his straining cock. "I'm going to faint." He thought through panting breaths, "I may actually pass out if she keeps this up a second longer." He reached down for her, but the delayed reaction of his now drunken brain wasn't fast enough and Scully, now intent on her goal, wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and sucked all the way down his shaft with ecstatic satisfaction. The taste of it, oh the taste! This was him finally the essence of him flowing through her senses. She swallowed the flavour of him, then pushed her warm wet mouth down the length of his pulsing erection, and pulled back slowly, careful to keep just enough pressure and suction. Oh god! She was SO wet. She could feel the incredible throbbing between her legs, and he hadn't even touched her yet! The realisation slowly dawned on her as she continued to suck enthusiastically. She was going to come! Usually this was not the greatest part of the act, more of a prelim really. But with Mulder, it was getting her hot. Not just hot, it was getting her off. She could feel the throbbing heighten and knew she was close. Mulder pushed at Scully's shoulders "Scully, ah, oh, Scully please stop." It came out like a whimper, a plea. He knew he would come and that wasn't the way he wanted it. He wanted it inside her. Now. "Scully, no, oh, Jesus Scully, you're, uh, ah huuu" He fought for breath, straining to hold on. He was so close, through his stupor he was amazed that he had lasted this long. He would have betted money that the sight of her taking it into her mouth in the first place should have been enough to make him come instantly. This was too much. "Scully, no!" he was whining now, begging. "Scully I'm gonna come! Please not, oh, oh god, not like this. Scully I want you NOW." He looked down at her. She was so beautiful, so fucking beautiful! He watched breathless as she cradled and stroked his balls, still sucking his penis while she writhed with pleasure. He watched as she ripped at her own clothes, stripping herself so she could feel him as well as taste him. Skin on skin. Naked and beautiful. Oh sweet Jesus, she actually looked like she was about to come. Again she brought her mouth down the length of him and this time when she pulled back and again reached the tip she let go with her mouth. She paused a moment, she seemed entranced by just staring at it. She heard him gasp, startled by the loss. Scully took it in her hand and rubbed it along the side of her face, licking it gingerly with the side of her tongue as she did so. She inhaled deeply, reveling in his smell. Oh Christ she was ready! Suddenly she wanted more. Suddenly she needed to feel him. Just sucking him was enough to make her come, but after finally breaking down this final barrier between them why settle for enough? She licked back up the length of him, up his abdomen, through the chest hairs, she tasted the muscles of his torso, then neck and when she finally reached his face she gasped. He looked both faint and deranged. Passion swam in his eyes and she could feel herself start to come. Just from the look. Just from his desire for her. He had held on for her, and he looked as though he might pass out from the strain of it. "Oh God Mulder!" She could feel the wet of precum as his pushed his erection against her belly. "Scully" he managed to gasp, as he pushed her against the desk and parted her legs. She was so wet, so ready. As he nudged the head against her opening she made a sound between a moan and a scream and thrust against him grabbing haphazardly at his body. He pushed the length of himself into her. Plunging into her. Finally, finally, they were finally there. She brought her head up, maintaining eye contact, they were together, just like always. He gazed into her eyes, and she gazed back. Locked. Inseparable. "Oh Scully, Oh Scully!" he was screaming now, beyond control, screaming and thrusting and pounding into her "I love you somuchscully, somuchscully , ohscully, oh jesuschristfuck Iloveyousomuuuuch!" "Oh Mulder, god Mulder, Iloveyouloveyouloveyou MULDER!" as they plunged together over the edge. Like coming out of a dream, they looked into each other's eyes. A calm passing between them despite the thunderous pounding of two hearts smashing as if to burst and find each other. After the screaming frenzy, now there was silence. Just panting breaths as they drank in each others eyes. Drank in each others breath, and slowly, tentatively, still trembling they deeply kissed. Their bodies wrapped together, slick from the heat of their passion, curled and entwined on the top of Scully's desk. They pressed their foreheads together. The need required only one thing more. A word. "Forever." Not a question, a statement. A statement of the obvious. A nod came in reply, and a shy smile "Forever." "T H E E N D." As she typed the final words into her word processor Scully sat back and sighed. Hmmm, why had she written it? It wasn't as though ANYONE would ever want to read about the two of them. Dear God, what WOULD Mulder think of her if he saw it? "Do you want to save the changes you made to Book 1?" She clicked "No" and shut her computer down. The End. Okay remember to be gentle, but I do appreciate honesty. PLEASE tell me what you thought. At ceruleus@the-pentagon.com or Ceruleus@badblood.co.uk "I don't see what's so damned wrong with having a whole lot of voices in my head. They're all smart, funny, and have good ideas." - David Borenstein