Title: SO ADDICTIVE
Author: Lynn Saunders
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/lynnsaundersfanfic
Email: lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com
Distribution: Gossamer, of course. Anywhere else too, but
please email me and let me know where so I can visit!
Rating: R
Classification: SRH - Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: "The Unnatural" (If you haven't seen that ep, you
need to! Where have you been?)
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Summary: Scully's fantasies are driving her crazy...
Submission Date: 07-10-02
Author's Notes:
* I am under the impression that this is not my usual style.
Let me know what you think.
* I am without beta. Anyone interested?
* Before I get a bunch of feedback about how Scully wouldn't
be caught dead watching a Lifetime movie:
Don't yell at me for including the Lifetime movie. Admit it,
even the best of us watch them... they suck you in... and they
are the only thing showing on Sunday afternoons, anyway.
It's "television for women" for a reason.
FEEDBACK: I am not above begging! All feedback is delighted
over immediately, then saved for later wallowing.
lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com
The sequel to this story is burning a hole in my brain...
please beg for it so that I can be relieved of my misery!
Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully are the
property of Chris Carter and 1013. A break from work is
the only thing I am gaining from writing fan fiction.
Similarly, Lifetime network and it's cheesy movies are
not mine.
* * * * * *
SO ADDICTIVE
Lynn Saunders
Sunday, 6:30 PM
Scully braced herself with both palms flat against the hard
tile of the shower wall as the freezing spray pelted her skin.
There were no soothing herbal shampoos or soaps today- no
luxuriously hot two-hour baths. Those were rewards, and she
definitely did not need to be rewarded today. No, she needed
some big-time negative reinforcement- and fast.
I am a sensible woman. There is no excuse. None. This is
ridiculous. She leaned her head back into the icy water so
that it enveloped her face, attempting to wash away the images
that had run rampant in her mind all day.
"I am not going crazy!" she shouted into the emptiness of the
bathroom, and then heaved a sigh as her voice echoed back to
her. She leaned her forehead against the cold wall and tried
to relax.
She had always entertained thoughts about her quirky- if not
somewhat dashing- partner, yet they had never bothered her
before. Yes, she was hopelessly head over heals in love with
the man. Yes, she knew he most definitely felt the same about
her. Yes, she had spent many a night exploring the endless
possibilities of a naked Fox Mulder- if only in her mind. For
some reason, though, she had promised herself long ago that
nothing would ever come of it (why was that again?). Oh, yes,
it would be far too complex to balance work with... um...
extra-curricular activities. Yes, that was it... much too
difficult. It was best to not even address the issue. This
reasoning worked remarkably well for a long time- a *very*
long time. However, she had apparently built up some type of
immunity to it in the past twenty-four hours.
Sunday. Today was Sunday of all days. She needed to go to
church... or something... anything to get her mind off of
the memory of Mulder's lean body pressing against hers in the
park under an impossibly clear and star-filled sky.
Get over here, Scully. She could actually hear his steady,
self-assured voice in her head, and it was enough to make
her shiver- to make her spine tingle. She could still feel
his arms wrapping snugly around her and his breath stirring
her hair lightly as he leaned in close to instruct her. Hips
before hands, indeed.
No, the desire to feel Mulder was nothing new to her. However,
she had never experienced such vivid and, well... surprising
fantasies as she had today. She could not forget the delicious
sensation of being wrapped in his arms for an extended period of
time for no other reason than that he wanted her to be there.
It was as if a switch had been thrown inside her, and now she
couldn't get enough.
She was addicted, and a multitude of possibilities floated
through her mind at random. There was no stopping it. It
was impossible to deny... impossible to repress the swirling
images. She had tried everything she knew, yet they
continued... So, Scully found herself taking a freezing shower
as a last resort.
Just remembering some of the images that had popped up
unexpectedly throughout the day caused her face to flush
four shades darker.
Mulder pressing her back against the hood of her car in the
falling rain...
Mulder holding her close and tracing her right
ear with his tongue as she stood cooking their dinner in nothing
but one of his dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up to
accommodate her small frame...
Mulder running his fingers down
her bare back as she rested on top of his naked body...
Mulder standing between her thighs with a hand on each
of her knees as she perched on the bathroom counter and shaved
his beautiful face before work...
Mulder supporting her weight, sitting behind her in the claw-
legged bathtub as she leaned her head back against his firm
chest and relaxed in the bubbles and candlelight...
Mulder snuggling close for a mid-afternoon nap under the
indian-print blanket on his well-worn couch...
Mulder laughing and playfully slinging her over his shoulder
before making his way to her bedroom...
What was going on?
The day had started innocently enough. She had gotten out of
bed and proceeded to the bathroom just like any other Sunday...
* * * * * *
Sunday, 8:56 AM
After adjusting the shower knobs carefully, Scully
slipped out of her silky pajamas and regarded herself in
the full-length mirror as the water temperature rose. She
gasped at the scene reflected back at her.
There, amidst the swirling steam, she saw
herself, head thrown back in ecstacy,
as her bare-assed partner and what a very fine ass it was
knelt before her, eagerly exploring
her auburn curls with his lips and tongue while her fingers
twined in his hair. Looking down, she saw his eyes closed in
an expression of sheer pleasure as he devoured her dripping flesh.
His hands tightened their grip on her ass as he pulled her
still closer and changed angles, thrusting his tongue deep
into her center. She cried out and dug her nails into the back of
his head as she melted into him. Her hands slid down to cup his
face, tilting it up to meet her gaze. He gave her a devilish
grin and licked his lips before moving his hands up to her
hips and pulling her down to join him on the fluffy bathmat.
Her lips met his forcefully and she could taste and smell her
essence on him.
Scully did a double take. What the hell was that? She shook
her head to clear it and looked in the mirror again, only to
see her own startled face staring back at her.
Well, that was certainly... strange. She must have not gotten
enough sleep last night. She looked at her face more closely.
There were small bags under her eyes, but that would certainly
be solved by a nice refreshing shower. Otherwise, she looked
well-rested: her eyes were bright and clear and she had a healthy
flush across her cheeks. Hmm... Oh, well.
Attempting not to think about her partner's well-toned backside,
she stepped into the shower and went about her normal routine.
* * * * * *
Sunday, 1:43 PM
Oh, yes... triple chocolate chip ice cream complete with whipped
cream, chocolate sauce, and a cherry is the perfect solution to
any problem.
Scully settled down in the comfortable corner of her sofa and
curled an afghan around her. The memory of her morning bathroom
fantasy and a more recent image of Mulder doing naughty things
with pieces of fruit in the middle of the local supermarket's
produce section had left her restless and more than a little
embarrassed. Hopefully the other shoppers did not notice her
flushed cheeks and speedy exit. At least she had possessed the
presence of mind to grab a carton of the ice cream with the
highest chocolate content she could find on the way out.
Now, as she sat in the protective confines of her couch cushions
she could hopefully push the offending images from her mind in
favor of something... safer. Lifting the spoon, she absently
licked off the cool, sweet treat as she located the remote and
clicked on the television. After skimming the channels, she
settled for a made-for-tv movie on Lifetime. The movie's
"my sister stole your ex-boyfriend's mom's fiance and then
killed him to collect the insurance money" plot quickly took
her mind away from Mulder-related distractions and she settled
deeper into the sofa.
Eventually, Scully had polished off her snack and her heavy
eye lids began competing with the cheesy movie...
* * * * * *
Mulder's eyes burned with an emotion she dared not name or
question as he sat beside her, one large hand supporting
their bowl of triple chocolate chip, the other trailing
fire and ice down her neck before slowly licking away the
sticky trail he had created.
He leaned back and smiled, plucking the glistening cherry
from the top of their sundae and popping the lucky little
fruit into his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
Scully watched as he worked around the small obstacle and
conquered it easily. Then, he lifted his fingers to his
mouth and pulled, extracting the perfectly knotted stem and
licking his lips. Apparently his oral talents extended far
beyond sunflower seeds. She shivered at the thought of those
abilities directed onto her heated skin...
But she didn't have to wait long at all. In a flash, he was
on her, closing the distance between them with a well-timed
pounce. Her remaining clothes were discarded with amazing
speed and Mulder went about finishing the delectable ice
cream using Scully as a cone.
The long, slow strokes didn't end, and Scully felt herself
slipping away to a place she hadn't surrendered to in a long
while. He was overwhelming her, enveloping her, loving her.
Her pleasure culminated in her high-pitched cry as he brought
her to her peak and gently helped her settle down again.
He smiled up at her and she brought her hands to his shoulders,
willing him to cover her and complete what they had started.
He did not hesitate, settling over her with a satisfied
expression. She reveled in the feel of his weight pushing
her into the soft sheets as he buried his face against her
neck and told her he loved her, couldn't be complete without
her. She nuzzled against his forehead until he brought his
lips to hers and positioned himself to slide into her.
Pure ecstacy... nothing better... no sensation more powerful
than the feel of her friend, partner, lover easing the dull
ache between her thighs. She allowed the emotions to wash
over her as she climbed heavenward again. Again... again,
really? Wow... that's never happened before.
Even that fleeting thought was washed away as their bodies
twisted and they melted into each other.
* * * * * *
Sunday, 4:49 PM
Scully was disappointed beyond words when she did not wake
satisfied and engulfed in Mulder's strong arms. Instead, she
found herself sweaty and entangled in her favorite afghan.
The urge to cry was overwhelming... and that pissed her off.
She would *not* cry, damnit! It angered her beyond words
that "dreamland-Mulder" had made her come... TWICE, for
heaven's sake... when the real Mulder hadn't laid a finger
on her. Damn, damn, damn, damn!
She struggled to escape from the afghan, finally flinging
it to the floor in disgust. Still steaming, she dug around
in the couch cushions unsuccessfully trying to locate the
remote. Ultimately, she gave up, stalked over to the
television and bitch-slapped the power button into
submission. Throwing on the closest set of running clothes
she could find, she headed out the door and didn't look back.
Thud... thud... thud... thud... The sound of tennis shoes on
wet pavement carried the ability to make her forget
all of her worries... almost. For the most part, she could
force her mind into a blank screen. However, Mulder invaded
her thoughts at random even while running today.
Growling audibly, she pushed herself harder. Thirty minutes
stretched to 45, to an hour. Fifteen more and her burning
legs required rest. She entered her apartment feeling no
better than when she left it. Discouraged, she stripped off
her sweaty clothes and headed for the bathroom.
* * * * * *
So, that was how Scully found herself taking a freezing
shower on what should have been a nice, relaxing Sunday
evening.
Eventually, the water no longer stung her skin and she had
started to shake ever so slightly. She felt she needed to
suffer longer under the harsh spray, but the doctor in her
knew that she would be sorry for it later. Grudgingly
turning off the icy water, she leaned out and located a towel.
Her poor body ached with need. Her nipples were erect and
throbbing, her breasts unpleasantly heavy. Looking in
the mirror, she noticed that her face was still flushed
despite the cold shower. She didn't even want to acknowledge
the maddening heat between her thighs. Scully sighed. Let's
face it, I need to get laid. Ok, that would be easy enough,
but she didn't want just anyone... she wanted Mulder... and
there was no way- NO WAY- she was going to let that happen.
Absolutely not!
Once wrapped in her favorite robe, she set to work drying
out her hair and brushing it into a manageable state. The
rumbling in her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten
anything real since her bagel that morning. The ice cream,
obviously, did not count...
Ice cream... cherries... devilish Mulder smile... Damnit!
Scully was beginning to think that it was futile to stop
her wandering mind. Pondering the possibility of being forced
to quit the FBI because of her unpartnerly thoughts, she
padded out into the living room... only to stop short when
she heard a very familiar knock at the door followed by
"Scully, it's me."
Shit. Of course it was Mulder. Who else would bother to
come to her apartment on Sunday evening? Who else had the
uncanny ability to show up whenever he was the most unwanted?
No one but Mulder.
She was startled back to reality with his second knock.
"Scully?" he questioned.
She might as well let him in. If she didn't, he would just let
himself in anyway. Scully tried to compose herself as she
headed to the door. Hopefully the fact that she had done
nothing but fantasize about him all day would not be evident
on her face. That would be slightly embarrassing.
"I'm coming, Mulder." She grimaced at the double meaning as
she reached out and opened the door...
Shit.
Mulder stood grinning, dressed to kill in his classic blue
jeans, gray shirt and leather jacket combo, and holding
several steaming bags of what smelled like her favorite
chinese. Damn him. He flashed his most suggestive smile
and spoke in an exaggeratedly husky tone, throwing in a wink
for comic emphasis. "I thought we could have some fun,
Scully."
Her body responded to his words without her permission or
control. The burning in the pit of her stomach intensified
and she became more irritated with him than she could
remember.
Then he laughed and gave her a genuine smile. Immediately,
the urge to give him a swift kick to the groin melted away.
Not fair. How does he do that?
"Aren't you *hungry*, baby?" he leered.
Rolling her eyes and failing to suppress a smile, she stepped
out of the way and let him enter against her better judgement.
* * * TO BE CONTINUED * * *
If you want the sequel that is already distracting me from my
organic chemistry homework, you are going to have to email me
and ask for it! I love distractions!
lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com
Author: Lynn Saunders
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/lynnsaundersfanfic
Email: lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com
Distribution: Gossamer, of course. Anywhere else too, but
please email me and let me know where so I can visit!
Rating: R
Classification: SRH - Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: "The Unnatural" (If you haven't seen that ep, you
need to! Where have you been?)
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Summary: Scully's fantasies are driving her crazy...
Submission Date: 07-10-02
Author's Notes:
* I am under the impression that this is not my usual style.
Let me know what you think.
* I am without beta. Anyone interested?
* Before I get a bunch of feedback about how Scully wouldn't
be caught dead watching a Lifetime movie:
Don't yell at me for including the Lifetime movie. Admit it,
even the best of us watch them... they suck you in... and they
are the only thing showing on Sunday afternoons, anyway.
It's "television for women" for a reason.
FEEDBACK: I am not above begging! All feedback is delighted
over immediately, then saved for later wallowing.
lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com
The sequel to this story is burning a hole in my brain...
please beg for it so that I can be relieved of my misery!
Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully are the
property of Chris Carter and 1013. A break from work is
the only thing I am gaining from writing fan fiction.
Similarly, Lifetime network and it's cheesy movies are
not mine.
* * * * * *
SO ADDICTIVE
Lynn Saunders
Sunday, 6:30 PM
Scully braced herself with both palms flat against the hard
tile of the shower wall as the freezing spray pelted her skin.
There were no soothing herbal shampoos or soaps today- no
luxuriously hot two-hour baths. Those were rewards, and she
definitely did not need to be rewarded today. No, she needed
some big-time negative reinforcement- and fast.
I am a sensible woman. There is no excuse. None. This is
ridiculous. She leaned her head back into the icy water so
that it enveloped her face, attempting to wash away the images
that had run rampant in her mind all day.
"I am not going crazy!" she shouted into the emptiness of the
bathroom, and then heaved a sigh as her voice echoed back to
her. She leaned her forehead against the cold wall and tried
to relax.
She had always entertained thoughts about her quirky- if not
somewhat dashing- partner, yet they had never bothered her
before. Yes, she was hopelessly head over heals in love with
the man. Yes, she knew he most definitely felt the same about
her. Yes, she had spent many a night exploring the endless
possibilities of a naked Fox Mulder- if only in her mind. For
some reason, though, she had promised herself long ago that
nothing would ever come of it (why was that again?). Oh, yes,
it would be far too complex to balance work with... um...
extra-curricular activities. Yes, that was it... much too
difficult. It was best to not even address the issue. This
reasoning worked remarkably well for a long time- a *very*
long time. However, she had apparently built up some type of
immunity to it in the past twenty-four hours.
Sunday. Today was Sunday of all days. She needed to go to
church... or something... anything to get her mind off of
the memory of Mulder's lean body pressing against hers in the
park under an impossibly clear and star-filled sky.
Get over here, Scully. She could actually hear his steady,
self-assured voice in her head, and it was enough to make
her shiver- to make her spine tingle. She could still feel
his arms wrapping snugly around her and his breath stirring
her hair lightly as he leaned in close to instruct her. Hips
before hands, indeed.
No, the desire to feel Mulder was nothing new to her. However,
she had never experienced such vivid and, well... surprising
fantasies as she had today. She could not forget the delicious
sensation of being wrapped in his arms for an extended period of
time for no other reason than that he wanted her to be there.
It was as if a switch had been thrown inside her, and now she
couldn't get enough.
She was addicted, and a multitude of possibilities floated
through her mind at random. There was no stopping it. It
was impossible to deny... impossible to repress the swirling
images. She had tried everything she knew, yet they
continued... So, Scully found herself taking a freezing shower
as a last resort.
Just remembering some of the images that had popped up
unexpectedly throughout the day caused her face to flush
four shades darker.
Mulder pressing her back against the hood of her car in the
falling rain...
Mulder holding her close and tracing her right
ear with his tongue as she stood cooking their dinner in nothing
but one of his dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up to
accommodate her small frame...
Mulder running his fingers down
her bare back as she rested on top of his naked body...
Mulder standing between her thighs with a hand on each
of her knees as she perched on the bathroom counter and shaved
his beautiful face before work...
Mulder supporting her weight, sitting behind her in the claw-
legged bathtub as she leaned her head back against his firm
chest and relaxed in the bubbles and candlelight...
Mulder snuggling close for a mid-afternoon nap under the
indian-print blanket on his well-worn couch...
Mulder laughing and playfully slinging her over his shoulder
before making his way to her bedroom...
What was going on?
The day had started innocently enough. She had gotten out of
bed and proceeded to the bathroom just like any other Sunday...
* * * * * *
Sunday, 8:56 AM
After adjusting the shower knobs carefully, Scully
slipped out of her silky pajamas and regarded herself in
the full-length mirror as the water temperature rose. She
gasped at the scene reflected back at her.
There, amidst the swirling steam, she saw
herself, head thrown back in ecstacy,
as her bare-assed partner and what a very fine ass it was
knelt before her, eagerly exploring
her auburn curls with his lips and tongue while her fingers
twined in his hair. Looking down, she saw his eyes closed in
an expression of sheer pleasure as he devoured her dripping flesh.
His hands tightened their grip on her ass as he pulled her
still closer and changed angles, thrusting his tongue deep
into her center. She cried out and dug her nails into the back of
his head as she melted into him. Her hands slid down to cup his
face, tilting it up to meet her gaze. He gave her a devilish
grin and licked his lips before moving his hands up to her
hips and pulling her down to join him on the fluffy bathmat.
Her lips met his forcefully and she could taste and smell her
essence on him.
Scully did a double take. What the hell was that? She shook
her head to clear it and looked in the mirror again, only to
see her own startled face staring back at her.
Well, that was certainly... strange. She must have not gotten
enough sleep last night. She looked at her face more closely.
There were small bags under her eyes, but that would certainly
be solved by a nice refreshing shower. Otherwise, she looked
well-rested: her eyes were bright and clear and she had a healthy
flush across her cheeks. Hmm... Oh, well.
Attempting not to think about her partner's well-toned backside,
she stepped into the shower and went about her normal routine.
* * * * * *
Sunday, 1:43 PM
Oh, yes... triple chocolate chip ice cream complete with whipped
cream, chocolate sauce, and a cherry is the perfect solution to
any problem.
Scully settled down in the comfortable corner of her sofa and
curled an afghan around her. The memory of her morning bathroom
fantasy and a more recent image of Mulder doing naughty things
with pieces of fruit in the middle of the local supermarket's
produce section had left her restless and more than a little
embarrassed. Hopefully the other shoppers did not notice her
flushed cheeks and speedy exit. At least she had possessed the
presence of mind to grab a carton of the ice cream with the
highest chocolate content she could find on the way out.
Now, as she sat in the protective confines of her couch cushions
she could hopefully push the offending images from her mind in
favor of something... safer. Lifting the spoon, she absently
licked off the cool, sweet treat as she located the remote and
clicked on the television. After skimming the channels, she
settled for a made-for-tv movie on Lifetime. The movie's
"my sister stole your ex-boyfriend's mom's fiance and then
killed him to collect the insurance money" plot quickly took
her mind away from Mulder-related distractions and she settled
deeper into the sofa.
Eventually, Scully had polished off her snack and her heavy
eye lids began competing with the cheesy movie...
* * * * * *
Mulder's eyes burned with an emotion she dared not name or
question as he sat beside her, one large hand supporting
their bowl of triple chocolate chip, the other trailing
fire and ice down her neck before slowly licking away the
sticky trail he had created.
He leaned back and smiled, plucking the glistening cherry
from the top of their sundae and popping the lucky little
fruit into his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
Scully watched as he worked around the small obstacle and
conquered it easily. Then, he lifted his fingers to his
mouth and pulled, extracting the perfectly knotted stem and
licking his lips. Apparently his oral talents extended far
beyond sunflower seeds. She shivered at the thought of those
abilities directed onto her heated skin...
But she didn't have to wait long at all. In a flash, he was
on her, closing the distance between them with a well-timed
pounce. Her remaining clothes were discarded with amazing
speed and Mulder went about finishing the delectable ice
cream using Scully as a cone.
The long, slow strokes didn't end, and Scully felt herself
slipping away to a place she hadn't surrendered to in a long
while. He was overwhelming her, enveloping her, loving her.
Her pleasure culminated in her high-pitched cry as he brought
her to her peak and gently helped her settle down again.
He smiled up at her and she brought her hands to his shoulders,
willing him to cover her and complete what they had started.
He did not hesitate, settling over her with a satisfied
expression. She reveled in the feel of his weight pushing
her into the soft sheets as he buried his face against her
neck and told her he loved her, couldn't be complete without
her. She nuzzled against his forehead until he brought his
lips to hers and positioned himself to slide into her.
Pure ecstacy... nothing better... no sensation more powerful
than the feel of her friend, partner, lover easing the dull
ache between her thighs. She allowed the emotions to wash
over her as she climbed heavenward again. Again... again,
really? Wow... that's never happened before.
Even that fleeting thought was washed away as their bodies
twisted and they melted into each other.
* * * * * *
Sunday, 4:49 PM
Scully was disappointed beyond words when she did not wake
satisfied and engulfed in Mulder's strong arms. Instead, she
found herself sweaty and entangled in her favorite afghan.
The urge to cry was overwhelming... and that pissed her off.
She would *not* cry, damnit! It angered her beyond words
that "dreamland-Mulder" had made her come... TWICE, for
heaven's sake... when the real Mulder hadn't laid a finger
on her. Damn, damn, damn, damn!
She struggled to escape from the afghan, finally flinging
it to the floor in disgust. Still steaming, she dug around
in the couch cushions unsuccessfully trying to locate the
remote. Ultimately, she gave up, stalked over to the
television and bitch-slapped the power button into
submission. Throwing on the closest set of running clothes
she could find, she headed out the door and didn't look back.
Thud... thud... thud... thud... The sound of tennis shoes on
wet pavement carried the ability to make her forget
all of her worries... almost. For the most part, she could
force her mind into a blank screen. However, Mulder invaded
her thoughts at random even while running today.
Growling audibly, she pushed herself harder. Thirty minutes
stretched to 45, to an hour. Fifteen more and her burning
legs required rest. She entered her apartment feeling no
better than when she left it. Discouraged, she stripped off
her sweaty clothes and headed for the bathroom.
* * * * * *
So, that was how Scully found herself taking a freezing
shower on what should have been a nice, relaxing Sunday
evening.
Eventually, the water no longer stung her skin and she had
started to shake ever so slightly. She felt she needed to
suffer longer under the harsh spray, but the doctor in her
knew that she would be sorry for it later. Grudgingly
turning off the icy water, she leaned out and located a towel.
Her poor body ached with need. Her nipples were erect and
throbbing, her breasts unpleasantly heavy. Looking in
the mirror, she noticed that her face was still flushed
despite the cold shower. She didn't even want to acknowledge
the maddening heat between her thighs. Scully sighed. Let's
face it, I need to get laid. Ok, that would be easy enough,
but she didn't want just anyone... she wanted Mulder... and
there was no way- NO WAY- she was going to let that happen.
Absolutely not!
Once wrapped in her favorite robe, she set to work drying
out her hair and brushing it into a manageable state. The
rumbling in her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten
anything real since her bagel that morning. The ice cream,
obviously, did not count...
Ice cream... cherries... devilish Mulder smile... Damnit!
Scully was beginning to think that it was futile to stop
her wandering mind. Pondering the possibility of being forced
to quit the FBI because of her unpartnerly thoughts, she
padded out into the living room... only to stop short when
she heard a very familiar knock at the door followed by
"Scully, it's me."
Shit. Of course it was Mulder. Who else would bother to
come to her apartment on Sunday evening? Who else had the
uncanny ability to show up whenever he was the most unwanted?
No one but Mulder.
She was startled back to reality with his second knock.
"Scully?" he questioned.
She might as well let him in. If she didn't, he would just let
himself in anyway. Scully tried to compose herself as she
headed to the door. Hopefully the fact that she had done
nothing but fantasize about him all day would not be evident
on her face. That would be slightly embarrassing.
"I'm coming, Mulder." She grimaced at the double meaning as
she reached out and opened the door...
Shit.
Mulder stood grinning, dressed to kill in his classic blue
jeans, gray shirt and leather jacket combo, and holding
several steaming bags of what smelled like her favorite
chinese. Damn him. He flashed his most suggestive smile
and spoke in an exaggeratedly husky tone, throwing in a wink
for comic emphasis. "I thought we could have some fun,
Scully."
Her body responded to his words without her permission or
control. The burning in the pit of her stomach intensified
and she became more irritated with him than she could
remember.
Then he laughed and gave her a genuine smile. Immediately,
the urge to give him a swift kick to the groin melted away.
Not fair. How does he do that?
"Aren't you *hungry*, baby?" he leered.
Rolling her eyes and failing to suppress a smile, she stepped
out of the way and let him enter against her better judgement.
* * * TO BE CONTINUED * * *
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