Date sent: Fri, 03 Oct 1997 21:44:51 -0700 From: "Geraldine Attrix-Brane" Subject: The Kiss, fan fic Title - The Kiss (1/1) Author - Manic Sunrise E-Mail - sunrise@wolfenet.com Rating - NC-17, sexually explicit Category - S, MSR (story, Mulder/Scully Romance) Spoilers - "Small Potatoes" Keywords - MSR Summary - Continues where Small Potatoes left off Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters and situations created by Chris Carter, the Fox Network and Ten Thirteen Productions. As such, the characters named are the property of those entities and are used without permission, although no copyright infringements are intended. The following work is for the distribution and entertainment of fanfic members only. Any further distribution of this work without the author's consent is in violation of my trust. But what the hey! "Trust no one", eh! --- Dedicated to my friend, Feathers, who wanted to see a little more skin in my writing. The Kiss by Manic Sunrise sunrise@wolfenet.com The kiss had been gentle, tentative--but even before the real Fox Mulder broke down the door, Scully was trying to figure out what was wrong. She had imagined herself and Foxy (as she secretly delighted in calling him to herself) in so many scenarios together--but "tentative" wasn't part of the vocabulary of any of her fantasies. Then to see the shocked, hurt face of her partner at the door and the hurt, changing face of the impostor, Eddie van Blundht, on her couch was too much. She'd kissed the pervert? With that final thought she ran to the toilet and threw up. She could hear knocking at the bathroom door, but ignored it. She couldn't face Mulder right now. She divested her clothing, turned the tap as high as she could stand and stood under the near scalding water until it ran cold. Then stood under it some more. When she finally felt clean enough to turn off the water, she opened her eyes and saw a figure in the room. It could only be Mulder. "Get out of here," Scully practically squeaked. "Don't you understand? I'm embarrassed as hell about what you thought you saw and about what I thought I was going to do." She gulped. "I feel violated." Mulder handed her a thick, fluffy towel and whispered, "Would it have been so bad?" Not for the first time, Scully drew into Mulder's arms and cried. But she didn't answer his question. After a week, she realized that she should have answered his question. A rift had formed between them. Where there used to be comfortable silences, now there were only stony chasms of non-speaking. Where there was once gentle, almost possessive touches, now only distance. By the end of the month, things appeared irreconcilable. *** Mulder insisted that she come to the prison when he met with the shape shifter, Eddie van Blundht. "Why, Mulder? So you can torture me some more?" She didn't really expect an answer and she didn't get one. She was right--it was torture! She stood in the office watching van Blundht insult Mulder, calling him a loser. How dare he! She knew at that moment that if she and Mulder didn't hash this out today, there might never be another chance. She realized that there was something endearing about her partner the very first time he spouted on of his famous (infamous?) theories and over the years, her feelings had grown from fierce loyalty to all encompassing love. She had a feeling that Mulder returned at least part of the feelings, but it was time he knew that she never wanted to leave him. Never wanted to have this sort of rift between them again. As they were leaving the prison, without a plan, Scully said the first thing that came to mind. Even as it was coming out of her mouth, she realized that it sounded stupid. "Mulder, I don't suppose you need to be told this, but you're not a loser." "But I'm not any Eddie van Blundht, either. Am I?" he answered accusingly. *Damn! I sure blew that one!* Scully mentally kicked herself. They walked the rest of the way out to the car in the silence they had now become used to. Once in the car, Mulder put the key in the ignition, but didn't turn it. He and Scully turned to each other at the same time. "Mulder, I..." "Scully, I..." They stopped, looked at each other and both began again, "We need to talk." A smile started across their faces. "Drive to my place, okay?" Scully asked. "I want to change out of this 'uniform'." The trip to her apartment was almost comfortable. When they arrived, Mulder was half-frozen from dreading going into the too well remembered scene of her apartment. But Scully insisted, "I've got something I want to show you." Mulder raised a single eyebrow, but was uncharacteristically quiet. Scully unlocked and opened the door. Mulder ran a finger appreciatively along the door frame. "The workers did a good job of repairing this." With a sidelong glance, Scully retorted, "No thanks to you!" But then softened her words with a quick, easily missed wink. Scully picked up a key from the stand next to the door. "Here. Feel free to use this anytime." She pressed the key firmly into Mulder's hand, but let her hand rest there just a little bit too long. She noticed the faint blush tingeing Mulder's ears, let go and said she was going to be back in a minute. Scully went into her bedroom leaving the door open just a bit, then carefully changed clothes so that she could be seen in her full length mirror if Fox had half a mind to look. As it turned out, he distinctly had more than half a mind aware of the disrobing woman in the other room. He pulled his eyes away and noticed the room. "Hey, Scully! I like what you've done with this room!" Obviously, Scully had re-decorated since the last time he'd "dropped in". An awful thought crossed his mind, *What if this wasn't the "real" Scully?* He'd never know her to dress in front of open doors or to press his hand quite so warmly. He thought about what he could ask to verify her identity and realized he was being even more paranoid then usual. That didn't stop him however, "Scully, do you happen to have any iced tea?" Scully came out dressed in form fitting jeans, green silk blouse, no bra and her headlights were definitely "on". "It must be fate, Mulder," she replied with a sly grin. Opening the refrigerator door, Mulder's eyes widened as he saw an entire shelf filled with iced tea. Only a few steps separated them. Words were no longer necessary. Heartbeats raced as their lips parted and met. The heat was intense. No tentative questioning here. Exploring, questing throbbing tongues. Hands first starting on each others' backs, began to stroke and clench and join the melee. Scully's hips began to pump subconsciously into Mulder's. Mulder's hands found their way under Scully's blouse. She shivered deliciously at the touch. Gasping as he cupped her breasts and ran his thumb over her aureola. She hadn't realized that they'd been moving, but the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed and they were falling. Giggling softly, she called him "Foxy" to see what he'd do. He grimaced and stuck his tongue out at her. She lunged and sucked it lightly into her mouth. He pulled back and with a quick movement pulled her shirt up and started sucking at her left breast while undoing her pants with one hand. She felt the movement of her waistband with anticipation and started unbuttoning his shirt but became immobile with ecstasy as his fingers plunged into her moist recesses. One thumb on her clit and two fingers inside, Mulder began rocking back and forth with his mouth firmly sucking and nipping her breasts. "Harder, Fox! I like it harder!" The nips became virtual bites. His fingers pressing into the rough area of her "G Spot". Scully's moans became loud. He gave her a pillow--which she started chewing so she wouldn't scream. Between groans, she managed to get out, "If you... don't...put it...in...me...in...the next...ten... seconds--I swear...I'll shoot you again!" In one swift motion, his cock was out of his pants, standing at attention and in the next moment embedded to the hilt inside of Dana Scully. The pillow wasn't enough. the orgasm caused undulating cried of pleasure pour from her mouth. The feel of her vagina's muscles rippling, squeezing and writhing around his cock were incredible! He let himself stay there until her tremors subsided. Then slid almost all the way out. The head pulling on the opening then slightly going back in. He looked at the woman he'd loved from the first moment he'd seen her. He wondered if Dana believed in love at first sight, too. Her eyes were mostly still closed from her orgasm. She slowly opened them and saw Mulder looking at her languidly, his eyes nearly black with passion. She suddenly realized that if he continued teasing her like this, she was going to come again. There was nothing wrong with that, of course, but she wanted to return the favor. She reached down and gently took his balls in one silken hand and carefully, (oh so carefully) rolled them and hefted them and tickled them. Mulder moaned. *Ah, yes!* she thought. Next was even more fun--but she'd better be careful, she knew some guys didn't like it. She took Fox's small nipple in her mouth and sucked hard. Bingo! His thrusting became frenzied. She kept sucking and brought her other hand up to play with the other nipple. Her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Squeezing her muscles as he slid out, opening them up as entered. His breathing, her breathing--became more ragged. With pounding that raised his entire body off the bed and then back into hers, they exploded together in waves of rhythmic reaction. Just before he fell asleep, his thumb stroked Scully's jawline and he whispered, "I love you, Dana." Dana Scully's eyes brightened and she kissed him on the forehead. *** Half an hour later, Mulder woke up and smelled something wonderful. His first reaction was to wonder where he was and after figuring that out, where was Dana? Then he heard her. She was singing! He got up and toddled in to the kitchen. Dana looked up and felt her heart skip as she saw his semi naked form coming towards her. She looked at him shyly. "So, I hope you like bacon and eggs at night." "No problem." He paused. "Uh, Dana...what just happened?" "Do I need to explain the birds and the bees to you again, Fox?" He grimaced again. "Do you really have to keep calling me that?" "Yes. In private, I plan on keep calling you that. I will, however, try to stop calling you 'Foxy', if you wish." He snorted, "I certainly hope so!" He paused again. "So, what *did* happen? Are we a 'number' now?" Scully put a large plate of bacon, eggs and buttered toast in front of him and dished one up for herself. "Do you *want* to be a 'number'?" "I asked you first," he grinned, then put a large forkful of scramble eggs in his mouth. "More than anything--but what are we going to do about work?" Now it was Scully's turn to put a large forkful in her mouth. "Do you think we'd be able to act business like while on duty and fuck like bunnies off duty?" "Hmmmm...sounds like it might be worth trying." Scully stood up behind Mulder, put her arms around his chest, and leaned her head against his. "Let's see how long before anyone notices a difference in our relationship, okay?" She went back to her seat. "Oh, by the way, Fox--I love you, too!" --finis-- Free web-based email, Forever, From anywhere! http://www.mailexcite.com