From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 01:29:50 +0000 Subject: Your Body Is A Wonderland Source: direct Title: Your Body Is A Wonderland Author: Barenaked Bostonian Rating: R, suggestive images Category: MSR, V, H, Mulder POV Disclaimer: I own John. I love John. I'm getting married to John... I wish. I do not hold ownership of Mulder NOR Scully... sadly. I'd like to own Mulder too, I mean, who wouldn't am I right? Distribution: Yes! Get me out there with a slingshot. Spoilers: Season 7 Notes: Ah, I heard this song and just KNEW I had to write about it. I can hear Mulder thinking all of these things in his head, can't you? And I don't usually write Mulder POV's but this was too damn good to pass up! I'm sorry, I HAD to!!! Dedication: To my Aiah, who is the bestest! AND TO JOHN MAYER! WHO IS MY HUSBAND!!! I SWEAR!!! I MET HIM ON 9/21/02. He is sooooo fucking sexy, I'm surprised I didn't assualt him! Okay, that's my teeny bopper moment for the month! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Summary: Your body is a wonderland. Your body is a wonder, I'll use my hands. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I let my eyes wander, drift over the sea of files, papers and various other things scattered over the office floor. My mind quickly takes in the scene before my eyes continue on to their intended destination. They come to rest upon her, seated at a chair towards the back of the office. If only I could just reach out and touch her. If I strain my ears enough, I can just hear soft breaths coming from her mouth. If I close my eyes, I can picture the look she wears on her face, concentration etched into her forehead. Oh, how I long to reach out and touch her, caress the hair just at the base of her neck and wait for her shiver. And when she shivers I will keep going, placing a kiss at her nape, gauging her reaction and continuing on my journey. My lips will sweep across her jawbone as she turns in her chair, and will trail up her cheek, feathering kisses wherever I touch. There will be a small smile on her face, a low sound coming from her throat. But not now, now I am content to watch her. Scully suddenly turns around, and I am caught off guard. I make a play to grab the first item that I can get my hands on and come up with a stapler. Her face is a mask of humor and frustration. At once? How does she *do* that? I really should be doing these reports, it's unfair to have her do all the paperwork... but it's so damn hard when she's wearing that suit. The ensemble is navy, but not as dark as she usually wears. It must be new. It comes to rest at least seven inches up her thigh, exposing to the world a beautiful piece of ScullyLeg. The slit up the back is absolutely gorgeous, teasing me with glimpses of even more thigh. The jacket matches the skirt, but is not buttoned at all. It is hanging loosely to uncover the ice blue shirt she wears underneath. I can see the hint of the bra through the fabric and stare at it for a moment, wishing for the first time in my life, that I were an underwire. The shirt is a low-cut vee neck, and reveals a tantalzing hint of her cleavage. Oh Scully, the things you do to me. My eyes quickly snap but up to meet hers, and she is staring at me, waiting for me to respond somehow. I cough, sputter actually. "Yeah, those expense reports, are..." But I trail off when she rolls her eyes and turns back around to work on whatever she was working on. After another useless ten minutes staring down at a non-descript piece of paper, I am lost in my fantasy world again. I need to feel how soft her hair is, to weigh it in my hands and let it slip through my fingers. I need to hear her moan when my fingernails rake down her scalp, sending little shivers of pleasure down her spine. It would be nice to feel the goosebumps on her arm, to know that she is enjoying what I am doing to her. Her skin is like porcelain, milky to look at and smooth to the touch. I would run my fingers over the contours of her face and her eyelids would flutter closed. My unworthy fingers testing the texture right above her cheek, over her eyebrow and under her jaw. My index would rest on the bridge of her beautiful nose while I leaned down to bestow a kiss on each closed eyelid. I will worship you, in every way you want me to Scully. All you have to do is ask. You have no earthly idea what you do to me, what your body is to me, how beautiful you are. Do you wonder how it would feel if I touched you now? Do you ever wonder? I will worship you with my hands and lips. Oh, I know this is taking liberties with your character Scully, and if you ever knew, I know you'd kick my ass, but how can I help myself? You sit there, looking innocent and sweet as if nothing were going on here. How can *nothing* be going on here with you looking like that? With you chewing on the pencil like that? Your hair falls down into your eyes, shining like a brilliant vail. One perfectly manicured nail comes out and sweeps it back into its rightful place. I envision us, it's afternoon and you're laughing at something I've said, although I don't know what it is. The sun is filtering in through the semi-opened blinds, and we are still in bed. Our empty coffee cups are on the nightstand beside us and you're laying your head on my chest and it feels so perfect, just sitting. But soon, just sitting isn't enough and I have to lean down and stop you from laughing, covering your lips with mine. Soon there are no words, no laughter, just soft breaths and fleeting caresses. We manuever somehow so that you're on the bottom and I'm lowering your head onto the pillow with my hand, caressing your hair in the process. When your head hits the pillow, you smile around our kiss and start to giggle. I laugh as well, still clinging to your lips. You're feeling very adventurous, as you roll me over, shifting us over to the right side of the bed. We're both laughing and kissing and touching and the blankets are all around us, keeping us safe. The snow falls softly outside being slowly melted my the mid-winter sun, but we don't notice. Once again, I am snapped out of my pleasant dreams when you clear your throat... loudly. Your eyebrow is quirked at me, and I think you know what's going on. I try a smile on you, but it doesn't seem to work. "So Mulder, what are you thinking about?" You ask me, playing with the pencil you're holding. I wonder whether to tell you or not, but I know if I don't tell you the truth you'll know anyway. You see right through me. "Thinking about you." I bluntly state, but it doesn't take you off guard. I know what's going on behind those eyes, you're trying to guess what I'm thinking about. Go ahead, pick my mind apart, but you'll never find it Scully. Another frustrated look passes over your face. You still don't know what to say, so I smile a bit and go back to pretending like I'm working. This seems to satisfy you as you turn to complete your paperwork as well. I know you're not satisfied. I'm not satisfied either Scully, and I won't be until... My god, you are so beautiful. I can't stand it anymore, you just look so good sometimes... all the time. This is crazy, I should do something about this... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Your Body Is A Wonderland, lyrics and song by John Mayer. Your Body is a Wonderland We've got the afternoon You've got this room for two One thing I've left to do Discover me discovering you One mile to every inch of Your skin like porcelain One pair of candy lips And your bubblegum tongue And if you want love We'll make it Swim in a deep sea Of blankets Take all your big plans And break 'em This is bound to be awhile Your body is a wonderland Your body is a wonder I'll use my hands Your body is a wonderland Something about the way the hair falls in your face I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case You tell me where to go though I might leave to find it I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it If you want love We'll make it Swim in a deep sea Of blankets Take all your big plans And break 'em This is bound to be awhile Your body is a wonderland Your body is a wonder I'll use my hands Damn, baby You frustrate me I know you're mine all mine all mine But you look so good it hurts sometimes Your body is a wonderland Your body is a wonder I'll use my hands Your body is a wonderland