From: Ladyhawk Date: Fri, 12 Feb 1999 19:57:29 -0500 Subject: What the Eyes See by Ladyhawk 1/1 MSR NC-17 TITLE: What the Eyes See AUTHOR: Ladyhawk EMAIL ADDRESS: funger1@hofstra.edu DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere, just tell me SPOILER WARNING: none CLASSIFICATION: V, R RATING: NC-17 CONTENT WARNING: Sex! SUMMARY: A PWP. Scully sees Mulder through enlightened eyes. DISCLAIMER: CC owns them all Author's note: Can I write a smut story without a real plot? Sure, why not. Call this a PWP experiment. JJ, you ought to get a kick out of this. Sergeeva, skip it, the next one's for you. The rest of you, tell me how I did please (Brandon, Shannon?). Feedback welcome at funger1@hofstra.edu What the Eyes See by Ladyhawk (funger1@hofstra.edu) I trudge into my hotel room, exhausted. This was the case from hell. Mulder wanted to investigate rumors of ghosts in the cornfields in this one-horse town in Pennsylvania. Normally, I'd go along with him without much complaint. But it was raining cats and dogs out there! Luckily, I thought to pack jeans or my suit would've been covered with mud. Stripping and getting into the shower are my first priority. Hot needles are at first painful, then begin to soothe straining muscles. I moan as muscles loosen and the heat flows through me. I rub soap over my skin and sluice away the dirt gathered during the day. I leave the shower ten minutes later much more relaxed. I grab the satin pajamas I packed and pull the cool material onto my skin. I freeze as I'm pulling up the bottoms. A moan reaches my ears from beyond the connecting door to Mulder's room. Is Mulder ok? He could be sick, suffering from the emotions of a nightmare, hurt from an injury he didn't tell me about. . .My mind whirls. To calm myself, I open the unlocked connecting door as silently as possible and gaze into the dark room. Mulder is on the bed, uncovered. His eyes are focused on the flickering screen in front of him. I am just about to bring attention to myself when I notice something else. Mulder is holding his penis in his hand. He's masterbating. I smile slightly. I'm not the only one who needed to relax after today. My mind tells me I should leave him in peace with his fantasies. My body, however, settles against the doorjamb to watch the spectacle before me. I never lied to myself about my physical attraction to Mulder. I only lied about the love part. But circumstances can change anything. Even though I've never told him, I can no longer deny that overwhelming truth to myself. Six years is a long time to be in denial. My soul finally had enough after we nearly froze to death in Antarctica. So it is with loving and hungry eyes that I absorb every nuance of Mulder's handsome form. His bare chest, with a sparse amount of hair, tapering down into a flat abdomen. Long, lean legs that exude strength even while lying dormant. My hands itch to follow the path my eyes take. My eyes finally settle on his erection. In all the times I've seen him naked, this is the first time I've seen him aroused. His cock is pulsing faintly as it enlarges under his stroking hand. I am fascinated by the way it gains strength with his every stroke. Although not enormous, the length and girth of his member exude the power I see in the rest of his body. I feel my breathing synchronize to the strokes of his hand as that power engulfs me and my body shifts in arousal. My conscious finally catches up with me. I better get out of here before I embarrass myself and him. But as I move to turn back toward my room, my eyes meet his. What a sweet sight. He appears to not see me, so caught up in his fantasies. But the far-away look of arousal in his eyes keep me rooted to this spot. "Scullee.." His gasp brings my mind back full-force. Does he really see me, or. . .Do his fantasies include me? My mouth opens to say something just as his eyes close and his hips strain against his quickening hand. I smile through my body's reaction. I didn't realize how strong his attraction to me is. And if his physical attraction is that strong, what about the emotional part of it? I know his loyalty and friendship, but dare I hope for more? I decide to take a chance. My satin pajamas rustle slightly as I approach the bed quietly. Gently, my hands move his away from his erection. His eyes pop open in response to the unexpected touch. I can feel his member shrink slightly from the shock of my intrusion, but it quickly reasserts itself as I resume the rhythm his hand had been using. My name and a moan of pleasure war for space on his lips. Realization makes his eyes glaze once more and cause his hand to start pulling at my clothes. I gasp as he temporarily gives up and instead reaches underneath to move over my breast. The sparks that shoot through me when he rolls his fingers over my nipples cause me to lose my grip on his erection. I fall forward and push that hand tighter against me. In the haze of arousal that consumes me, I am vaguely aware of Mulder's hands grabbing and lifting me onto the bed to straddle his hips. My hands respond to his efforts to remove my pajamas and help him slide the offending material off me and onto the floor. His fingers trail fire over my naked skin. Over my back, to the hollow he knows so well. Around to my belly and up to encircles my shaking breasts. The feel of his tongue smoothing over one nipple nearly sends me into oblivion. But I'm not the only one on the edge. Mulder's body begins to tremble as I reach for his chest and swirl my fingers delicately over his sensitive nubs. My gaze shift and his green flame engulfs me as our eyes lock together. Love softens the passion I see in his eyes. I feel tears begin to form as I think of how much time we've wasted. His hand wipes away the forming moisture and pulls my head toward his. His lips are sweet and speak of love upon mine. I return this unspoken message passionately as my mouth seeks to taste all of his essence. We part to breathe the air between us, heavy with the musk of our mutual arousal. His eyes question me as his hands grasp my hips. I don't hesitate before moving my center toward his straining member. He fills me fully, a tight fit. I gasp at the sensation and hear his echoing moan. In this moment, home becomes a warm body wrapped around me and love reflected out of expressive eyes. Almost instinctively, we start a rhythm together. The give and take of our bodies match the mental exercises we have engaged in for years. Our bodies quicken almost instantly, our mental connection propelling our pleasure faster than I can measure. Before long, I hear his cry as my body convulses against his. My weight collapses against his chest as my body loses all strength under the onslaught of our love. His arms wrap around me as he utters the first words spoken between us since I opened that door. "Hello, my love." ---------------------------------------------------------- How was that everyone? I thought it was fun. I hope you agree. Feedback welcome at funger1@hofstra.edu And yes, I did just write a Slash story a couple of hours ago. I move on both sides of the fence :) See the stuff that I wrote before today on my website: www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Chateau/9659