From: "Claúdia" Sousa Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 08:39:53 -0800 (PST) Subject: NEW: "When fantasies come true" Source: direct TITLE: When fantasies come true! AUTHOR: Claudia Sousa, a.k.a. Everything Dies E-MAIL: Claudia_Sousa@yahoo.com DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere as long as my name and e-mail are attached SPOILERS: Nope... RATING: MSR (is there any other kind?); little H; NC-17 for the usual (you know S.E.X). SUMMARY: You're kidding right?? Oh, OK. It's about fantasies coming true. FEEDBACK: Please, please, please, please.... (sigh) ;-) DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me (Surprise!! Surprise!!). They belong to CC, Fox, DD and GA. Just having a little fun with them, no harm intended. Please don't sue, I ain't got any money. And now, on with the show... It happened again tonight; it's been happening a lot lately. What? you may ask. A fantasy to kill all fantasies; The fantasy. With who?? That's an easy one: Mulder. Who else would I be having the fantasy of my life with? Yes, Mulder. Just because proper agent Scully doesn't indulge in vain, mindless, teenage fantasies, doesn't mean that Dana, the women behind the agent, can't. I mean, it's a fact that I'm not supposed to be drooling over my working partner, because it's unethical and makes work God damn hard sometimes, but once I'm home, in my bed, feeling lonely, there's no rule about fantasizing with the man of my dreams; it's not my fault that Mulder's my dream man. I didn't meant for him to be; he just is. Anyway, it's perfectly understandable; I mean, have you look at the man recently? He's so deliciously.... yummy. Yeah, I know, stupid word, but that's the only one I can think of right now. The way he walks, the way he talks, even the way his spiky hair spikes... it all makes me weak in my knees and warm in several other places. So, as I was saying earlier, it happened again tonight. This fantasy/dream that I've been having for the past few months. I'm not gonna describe it to you because: a) it's extremely embarrassing/hot and b) it's none of your business. Let's just say that it involves nudity, office supplies and vanilla ice-cream. The point is... is that... I forgot what the point is. Fine, so I'm actually going out of my mind, but it's all your fault for making me remember the damn dream. Well, your fault and my partners, who just happens to be sucking a straw right in front of me. God, I love to watch that mouth work; Gotta love a man with such a severe oral fixation. Think of the possibilities... Which brings me back to my dream, because Mulder's mouth has a lot of use in my dream and... hey, I said I wasn't going to tell and I'm not, and that's that. Oh, ok, just remembered what the point was. The fact that he removed the lucky straw out of his mouth helped. The point was that it's extremely hard to work with him during the day after such an intense dream the night before. Every insignificant thing he does today reminds me of something that he did last night (well, not really him doing, but my dream version of him), and that, of course, mean that not only am I not able to concentrate at work, but I'm also gonna be horny as hell all day. Damn... "Hey Scully, you'll never guess what I dreamed last night?" "What?" Did he just say something about a dream last night?? Oh my God, he knows about my dream. Ok, don't panic, think... "This terrific dream last night." "How did you know about that?" "About what?" "The dream I had last night. What are you, a psychic or something?!?... I can't even dream without you finding out about it." "Huh... Scully? What the hell are you talking about?" "Me? What are you talking about?" "A dream I had last night, where Skinner came to me and said that he was getting married, and the gunmen were the bridesmaids and they looked so stupid wearing those green dresses; I woke up laughing like a maniac." "Oh... a dream *you* had!!! I thought you were talking about...." "About...???" "Nothing. Just.... nothing." "Oh come on Scully, you said something about a dream you had. You thought I was talking about it. Tell me." "Tell you what?" "The dream. Want to know everything about it. Come on, I told you mine..." Excuse me for just a second while I go into the corner and shoot myself. Where's my gun?? I can't believe I freaked out like that. How the hell was he suppose to know about my dream anyway? Well, now, he knows I had a dream, and he wants to know, and I quote, 'everything about it'. Like I'm ever going to tell him.... I do have my dignity after all. Not much, but that's not the point. He's pouting... sweet Jesus I love when he pouts. Of course the effects of the pout are usually me doing whatever he wants me to. There's no way anyone can resist the 'puppy dog face' Mulder's so good at. Well, needless to say that I can't do what he wants, can I? Tell him my dream is not a consideration here. I mean, I blush just thinking about it; I couldn't tell it to my priest in confession and I'm certainly not telling him. I'll just make something up. "Well Mulder, my dream was about..... you." "Me?? What was with me?" "You were.... I mean we were.... huh... in the office. Yeah that's it, we were in the office." "And?!?" "And... we were eating ice-cream with a spoon... and talking." "That's it?" "Yeah... pretty much". Except the part about the spoon and the talking but that's not important right now. "That's a really stupid dream Scully. The way you reacted to it I thought it was better. I mean, we talk in the office everyday. Your subconscious is really unimaginative. That would probably rank in the category of the dullest dream ever." Oh Mulder, nice try, but it's not gonna work. No way you gonna make me tell you what I really dreamed about. No possible way... "Such an intelligence, such a lack of imagination... I'm surprised with you Scully. I always thought your dreams would be more... interesting. The thing about dreams is that you can do whatever you want, even the things you wouldn't do in real life. And you dream about eating ice-cream and talking?" "Well Mulder, forgive me for my lack of imagination. Maybe your dreams can make up for mines. Why don't you tell me what you usually dream about?" YES!! The tables have turned. I have him pinned against the wall now. I can see that he wasn't expecting me to trap him like that. "Well, I'm waiting Mulder. Tell me about *your* dreams." "I would love to but.... we have work to do." "Really? We've been standing here for the past 45 minutes staring at each other, and now, all of a sudden, we have work? No way Mulder, you're not going to get away that easily. I want to know about your dreams, and I want it now." I can't believe what I'm seeing Mulder's blushing... a lot. Ohhhh, those dreams of his must be a real blast. Maybe he dreams about aliens and spacecrafts, and... "Fine. I'll tell you my dreams but you have to be sure you want to hear it, and you promise you won't use it for future humiliation of my personal self." "I can handle whatever you have for me. And I won't use it against you ever, I promise." "Ok then. Let's see.... the dream that I've been having a lot for the past six years involves you..." "ME?" Ok, maybe I can't handle what he has for me. Maybe this was the stupidest idea I ever had, and I'll be really sorry, really soon. "One more thing Scully no interruptions." "Sorry." "So, as I was saying (before I was interrupted), the dream that I've been having for the past six years involves you and me and sex..." I really don't want to hear this! Or, rephrasing, I can't be asked to hear this and not attack him. Jesus, I'm wet already and all he did was put both our names and 'sex' in the same line. I'll never be able to hear the rest. Trust Mulder to get me from a state of total horniness to a state of total horniness and wetness in a matter of seconds. It's incredible what this man does to me. I can't believe I'm about to hear his fantasies about me. I'm in BIIIIIIIIIG trouble. "It's not always the same dream sometimes you come to my house, sometimes I come to your house, sometimes we just come in the office." He's grinning at me, as if asking 'got it?'. Yeah Mulder, I got it, we *come* in the office. Fine!! Good for us. "But the basis are always the same one first kiss going out of control resulting in a mind-blowing sex scene." "Oh." "Yeah, like the other night I dreamed that we were working late at the office. You were wearing that cream suit you have and you removed your jacket to reveal a white tight tank top that left most of you belly exposed; and you had no bra, because then I *accidentally* brushed against you and your nipples became immediately alert to my attention." You may not believe this but my breast are actually hurting, and I'm really feeling his *accidental* brush. I'm fighting this incredible urge to run my fingers through my shirt, or take his hands and make them ease the need... "So then I noticed your reaction and started to tease you about it, telling you about how you wanted me but couldn't admit it and you started yelling with me, telling me I was wrong and then..." Oh Mulder, please don't stop now. "And then what?..." "You removed your top, grabbed my hand with one of yours and my already erect crotch with the other and told me 'this is what I want' and you placed my hand over your breast and began rubbing yourself against me." OH. MY. GOD!!! Do you think it's possible for a women to have an orgasm from just words? Because right now I feel that if he continues this I am gonna come. I mean, my hands are twitching with the desire to touch myself, or to grab his crotch; and the fact that his crotch is *actually* erect doesn't help. "Do you want to hear the rest?" No Mulder, I don't want to hear the rest. I want you to show me. Use me to demonstrate the exact events of the dream. Please... "Yes." "Well, after that you grabbed my head and pulled me into our very first kiss. And what a kiss it was. All my body tingled from the contact, as your tongue worked in and out of my mouth dueling with mine, and your hands started unbuttoning my shirt. After the shirt was gone you broke the kiss and started running your tongue down my chest, tasting my skin and driving me crazy." *I* was driving *you* crazy? *You're* driving *me* crazy. I can't even see strait anymore. I want to close my eyes and let his words sink in but I can't give him the satisfaction. I have to get back in control. "Then you go even lower until..." "Mulder, I just remembered something I have to do. I'll be right back." "But Scully, you promised no interruptions." "I know, I'm sorry. I'll be back in two hours tops. Then you can tell me the rest of your dream, Ok?" "But..." "See you soon Mulder." With that I left, and head home. I'll have a killer surprise for him when I get back. He's gonna learn not to tease me this way. End part one 90 minutes later Well, here I am driving back to the office. To those of you wondering what was so important that I had to let Mulder in the middle of his tale, here's what's going on: I decided that I want him and that he wants me and that I'm not in the mood to postpone our somewhat inevitable encounter. So I went home and prepared myself to give Mulder the surprise of his life, assuming I don't chicken out, which I think I may. I'll just try to act as if everything's the same and if I happen to find the courage, I'll do what I had planned. 15 minutes after "Hey Scully, where have you been?" "I... had a lunch date... with my mother; couldn't postpone it." "Oh... Ok. Skinner just brought down these. He wants us to finish this paperwork by five." "You're kidding..." Oh, I can't fucking believe it. The perfect opportunity for me and Mulder to finally act out on those fantasies and Skinner ruins it for us. At least it wasn't my doing. But I can't help wondering if we'll ever have another chance. "I already started doing it, so we must be able to finish it on time. Just take care of this ones that I'll do the rest." "Hope you're right" I say as he gives me my share of the work. A couple hours later... "I'm all finished here Scully, how about you?" "Almost, just one left." "Well, I'm going to get something to eat. Want anything?" "No thanks." "Ok then", he says while walking towards the door; Suddenly he stops and call out: "Scully?" "Yeah" I say looking at him. Man, he has an incredible smile on his face. "Don't forget we have an unfinished dream to finish"; and he blinks at me. And my heart stop and then starts racing. I guess he hasn't forgot about it. And I guess It's up to me to challenge the bets to a higher level. Ten minutes later he returns, with yet another lucky straw between his lips, and looks rather surprised to see me sitting on top of his desk, just waiting for him. "All done?" "Yeah, just waiting for you. After all you do have a story to tell, and I can't wait to hear it." And I say this trying my best to sound seductive; and I think it works because he looks at me for an eternity before starting to talk. "Well", he says as he sits at the desk. And I can't help notice his eyes linger at my legs a little longer than usual. "Where was I?" "*I* was running my tongue down your chest, going lower until..." "Right, I remember. So, you were going lower and you started unbuttoning my pants, and soon I was wearing nothing except my boxers and you continued to lick my stomach, only this time your hands were inside the boxers running up and down my crotch." I'm starting to lose myself in his words again. I can't believe he's telling me this as if he was talking about the weather or something. I mean, aside from a little blush and an impressive hard-on, there's nothing about him that shows embarrassment. It's almost as if we do this everyday. I think it's about time I act on my plans before he gets me to the 'need-a-cold-shower-ASAP' state. So I remove my jacket very slowly, making sure he's looking at me, and drop it to the floor next to the desk. "So then I start to moan and you..." And he stops, mid-sentence, jaw dropping to the floor, drool actually running through the corner of his mouth, and stares at me. I really got him now; there's no way he's ever going to be able to tell the rest of his dream. To those of you asking what made Mulder loose his track, the answer is simple. A tight white tank top. 'Cause, you see, when I went home this morning I removed my shirt and replaced it with a tank top, no bra. And it sure had the desired effect. "And... Mulder? And I what?" "What... yeah, right. Then you.... I forgot what I was about to say." "Oh Mulder, don't do this to me. The story was getting sooo interesting.", again with the seduction voice. "Not as interesting as real life.", and with a seduction voice himself. "Why, agent Mulder, whatever do you mean by that?" "Nice top agent Scully." "Thanks. Thought I'd change my style a little." "Since when?" "This morning. Why? Don't you like it?" "Very much." This is it; the moment of truth. I look him straight in the eyes, letting all my need for him be displayed in a simple look. His show me hunger, pure raw desire and maybe something else that I don't feel like going into right now. I hold his gaze, refusing to let go. He gives me a smirk, then a half-smile and then he turns completely serious and says: "Say it". So I do. I remove my top from my body in one quick movement almost laughing when Mulder's eyes feel like popping out of his head. I place one of his hands on my breast and grab his crotch with the other pulling him to me, rubbing myself against him while saying: "This is what I want!" And then, as if his hand on my breast wasn't torture enough, I pull his head down and kiss him. Oh Man! What a kiss! That mouth of his tastes deliciously, and he's kissing me back full force and I can't even believe I'm still capable of standing. Only then I realize that one of his arms (the one that isn't driving my nipple, and the rest of my body, crazy) is holding me by the waist. And it's a good thing too, because I could never feel his hand on my breast, his crotch against my stomach and his mouth on mine, without collapsing. Shortly after, I brake the kiss, gasping for air. I focus my attention on the unbuttoning of his shirt and try not to think too much about what else I'll be doing to him soon. The minute all the buttons are undone and he's standing bare-chested before me I begin to run my tongue down his neck, first to a shoulder and then to the other, moving lower to the beginning of his chest anticipating what would come next. I realize my eyes are shut and I force them open so as to be able to look at the picture presented before me: Mulder, wearing nothing but pants and an impressive hard-on, eyes closed, mouth open, head falling back I think that no matter what happens to us after this, the memory of this moment is going to be carved in my mind for as long as I live. Mulder emits a little cry (more like a growl actually) and I turn my attention once again to the work at hand. His belt is the next piece of garment to leave the way, immediately followed by his shoes, socks and pants. I almost start to laughing at the sight of Mulder's boxers; white ones, with grey UFO's all over. Very Mulder!! Of course that laughing would really ruin the moment, so I just settle for staring. And let me tell you, if ever a man looked good in silly boxers, that man is Mulder. Which isn't saying much, considering that he looks good in whatever he wears. But back to the matters at hand... "Nice boxers Mulder. Mind if I take them of." "By all means Scully, be my guest", and he smirks. You know something that's really getting on my nerves? He's fucking calm. His tone is so conversational you'd think we were not... well... doing what we are. I feel like grab a mop and clean that smirk off of his drop dead gorgeous face; well... either that or I could... His boxers are down before he even knows what hit him. As soon as he turns his gaze towards mine I get on my knees and take him in my mouth. And guess what? The smirk is gone, along with most of his control. His eyes slip shut as I move my mouth along his crotch, taking my time to let my tongue taste the very tip of his penis and then take him as deep as my throat allows. I must say if it were any other man I would be feeling cheap about doing this on my knees in front of him, but being that this is Mulder and that he tastes so damn good I never want to stop... well, if anything, I'm feeling warm; hot; boiling. He starts to chant my name over and over, eyes still shut, head bobbing from one side to the other. My ears delight in the sound of "Scully... Oh... you feel... God... Scully"; I don't think my name ever sounded so good. And I just realized I want to make him say this for the rest of my life. I speed my movements until he's panting so hard I fear that he may faint or something from the lack of oxygen; he's rocking his hips in time with my mouth, and his hands are gripping the edge of the desk so hard I think he might brake the wood. I lift my eyes to look at him and instantly realize that he's really close, and that the short control he had left is slipping as fast as you can say... "Come for me, Mulder." My word seem to have the desired effect on him because he releases a primal growl and start fucking my face, hips thrusting into my mouth so hard it's getting kind of difficult to carry on with my ministrations. Not that he really cares... at this point he is so 'out there' that even if Skinner were to get in here and caught us he wouldn't even acknowledge it. I grab his ass to try and keep him steady as I apply the final stroke: one big, slow, tight suck accompanied by a squeeze to his balls. His entire body tenses before his orgasm hits him (and my face) full force. His knees finally give in and he falls over the desk with a noisy *thud*. His breathing is already slowing down, although he still sounds like he's been running a marathon; I get up and clean what's left of his essence from my face, trying not to think about the one stuck in my hair. Then I feel his eyes on me and finally get the courage to talk to him. "So... was I close to your dream fantasies?" "Oh Scully, you're a very wicked women! My dreams were never this... vivid. And they sure as hell didn't feel this good." "I'm glad to hear that Mulder. Now, if you don't mind I'll go to the bathroom to try and clean my hair. And I suggest you dress yourself before you catch a cold, or someone catches you." 5 minutes later I know this may sound silly but I have no idea how to face him after this. I know he started this, and I know I have nothing to be ashamed about, but it' still weird, you know? I mean, what's a girl suppose to do after giving her stunningly beautiful working partner the blowjob of his life (I know my capabilities, thank you very much!!) in the office, and with no warning about it whatsoever. He was stunned about my actions; and although I know he wanted this to happen as much as I did, I can't help being a little self-conscious; *a little*? Who the hell am I kidding? A LOT self-conscious. If there was anyway I could not have to face him right now I would take it. Even though I am curious about what he'll say... Oh, what the hell. You only live once. Entering the office I find him fully clothed, sitting at his desk, absentmindedly playing with a pen. The minute I walk in he looks at me (more like stares at me, actually), and opens his mouth as if to say something. However the ringing of the phone interrupts him. "Mulder." "Very well sir. I'll be right there." Turning of the phone he turns to me, give me a full smile and says: "Skinner wants me to deliver him the reports we've been working on this afternoon. I'd be back in 15 minutes tops. What do you say we go out to dinner tonight?" "Dinner?? Sounds great." Maybe it's stupid for me to be so ashamed. He doesn't look the least awkward about this whole situation. Dinner would be good; no pressures, no fears, public place... yeah. I think I'd be safe and... "Oh... and Scully?" "Yeah?" "I can't wait to hear about your dreams..." END What do you say? Shall there be a sequel? Let me know. Claudia Sousa Everything Dies