Like A Red, Red Rose IV - My Luve Is *NC-17* (1/1)
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
March, 1997

Summary: Mulder and Scully explore the feelings brought to light by 
his Valentine's Day gift to her. 

Spoilers: Nope.
 
Classification/Rating: V. MSR. NC-17.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah...oh, you're actually reading it. Ok, guys 
and gals, you know the drill... Mulder and Scully don't belong to 
me. They are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox, and 
1013 Productions, and have been used without permission.

This is a sequel to Like A Red, Red Rose III - Newly Sprung; Sweetly 
Play'd'. This *can* stand alone, but it would probably make more 
sense if you read that first. 

Author's Notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any 
shape or form. 
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Like A Red, Red Rose IV - My Luve Is *NC-17* (1/1)
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com


"Mulder, it's me."

His hand stopped moving. 

"Are you there?" She grumbled something under her breath. He grinned 
as he just barely made out "damned exasperating man". 

Almost unconsciously, he began stroking himself again, imagining her 
wearing the thong, wishing...

"I need to see you." 

He could hear the indecision in her voice. 

Then, firmly, "I'm coming over there, Mulder." 

Oh, shit. His hand stilled again, gripping almost painfully. He was
so close...

"I've got something I want to...show you." Her voice dipped way down 
on the last two words, and he sucked in his breath as he came.

*****

Scully stood outside Mulder's door, gathering courage. 

She was on a roller coaster, locked in by the bar of her own desire. 
Hitching up and up and up. Equal parts fear and anticipation 
shimmered down her back, peaking her nipples, making her breath come
more quickly. 

This will work. We can make this work.

He had been bold enough to write her those haiku, allowing her to see
his vulnerability, his heart. His desire. It was only right that she 
show him her vulnerability and heart in return. Not to mention the 
simmering arousal he had lit in her. She was determined to see this 
through, wanting it with a force that shocked her in its intensity. 

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

She smiled slightly at that and knocked on his door. 

*****

When Mulder answered the door wearing tight black jeans and a black 
mock turtleneck with the sleeves pushed up, Scully forgot how to 
breathe. He had looked more than a little dangerous before. Now, he 
was lethal. Lord, give me strength!

"Scully--"

The low rumble of his voice got her breath started again. Oh, no! Not
that dark velvet voice. Not yet. I don't know what I'm going to say! 

Up and up and up. The first hill on any roller coaster is always the 
highest. "Sshhhh." Impulsively, she laid the fingers of one hand 
across his lips, feeling their softness, feeling the heat of him. 

He nodded silently and backed up two steps, gesturing her inside. She
followed him into the dimness of his apartment, shut the door behind 
her and turned the dead bolt without looking away from his face. The 
click of the latch sliding home was very loud.

Ah, blessed inspiration! 

"That's how well we'll fit together, Mulder," Scully said softly as 
she came further into the apartment. "That smoothly, that snugly." 
She dropped her gaze down, focusing on his mouth as he licked his 
lips, then raised it back up to lock on his eyes. Her eyes sparkled 
with an inner fire.

God. He was rooted to the floor, hypnotized by her slow advance. She 
had on the red suit she had worn to work. That meant she was still 
wearing the thong. It was still touching her, cupping her, caressing 
her... His hands curled at his sides. Although the orgasm he had not 
more than a hour before was very intense, he was instantly hard for 
her, wanting her.

He realized she had asked him something. He shook his head slightly, 
and she repeated, "Don't you think so, Mulder?" 

He swallowed, trying to get some saliva back into his dry mouth. 
"Think...what?"

Up and up, closer and closer to that point of no return. No getting
off this ride. "That we'll fit together as well as that lock. 
Tightly. With just the right amount of...friction." Her voice got 
softer and softer. 

He swallowed again. "Uh..." It was amazing. She had turned him into 
a sixteen year old with a hard-on instead of a brain with just a look 
and a couple of sentences.

She was seducing him. The way he had seduced her. With hot, dark
words.

Scully stopped bare inches from him, tilting her head back to keep
her eyes on his. "Does your skin feel too tight, Mulder? Does it feel 
so sensitive that clothing is torture? That the air itself is almost 
too much to bear?"

He nodded.

"That's just the way I felt when I read those haiku, Mulder. Itchy. 
*Hot*. Unable to put two words together in a coherent sentence. Do 
you have any idea what you've done?" she asked huskily.

That indefinable *something* flared again in his eyes, showing her 
the dangerous man she had seen briefly at the office, making her very
aware of the line she was walking. Hanging dangerously over the 
chasm that followed that long hill upwards, she sucked in her breath 
and waited.

"Mine?" he asked softly. His heart was pounding so hard surely she
must hear it.

Scully reached up and curled one hand around his neck, drawing his 
head down. His warm breath touched her face as she whispered, 
"Yours." Every nerve ending in her body was sensitized, drawn up in 
screaming anticipation of that first drop. His mouth was so close, 
almost brushing her own. "I always have been." 

"Scully." He clenched his hands into tight fists to keep from 
grabbing her and pushing her up against the door, from shoving her 
skirt up and finding out if that thong would stand up to a good 
strong tug.

Was he going to push her away? "Yes, Mulder?"

He only looked at her, into her. She knew what he was looking for. 
She was incandescent, the glow of her desire flushing her translucent
skin with warmth. Poised over the abyss, hung up at the top of what 
was either going to be a shattering fall or a delicious ride, she 
closed her eyes, then opened them and pushed. The anticipation was 
killing her. "No leather thongs needed. Unless..."

"Scully--"

"I trust you, Mulder." 

He backed away three steps. "I want to see."

Whoosh! Her heart jolted in her chest as she flew over the top and 
down the slope of that oh-so-scary huge first hill. She smiled at 
him, showing her teeth. His mouth curled up into a wicked answering 
grin. "See what? That I trust you?" she asked, all innocence, feeling
her mind and body gearing up for the next peak. Her nipples were 
tight and hard against her bra. The silk of it rasped against her 
with every breath.

"Show me," he growled.

"All right." She shrugged off her trench and laid it over the 
console table by the door. 

Mulder backed off another two steps and shoved his trembling hands 
into his pockets, pulling his already tight jeans almost painfully 
taut over his swollen flesh. He didn't want to interrupt this. Uh-uh. 
No way.

Undressing for him while he watched made her feel wanton. Each piece 
of clothing she removed was another small peak and dip on that roller
coaster, going faster and faster. Scully unbuttoned her suit jacket, 
shrugged that off, then tossed it on top of her trench. Her weapon 
was carefully laid aside. She had on one of the short sleeved knit 
tops she favored. Crossing her arms in front of her, she grasped the 
material at her waist and tugged upward. The top joined the pile of 
clothing on the table.

Watching him watching her was more exciting than she would have 
believed. The way his mouth opened slightly, the tip of his tongue 
caught between his teeth; the way his breathing stopped, then started
again at a faster pace, as she took off each piece of clothing. The
silk between her legs burned.

She was shaking now, and she fumbled at the hook and loop fastening 
of her skirt twice before she managed to get it undone. She couldn't
bear to look away from his face to see what she was doing. Up and up.
The zipper was easier. She shimmied her hips and the skirt pooled at 
her feet. She kicked it away and stood in bra and thong, thigh high 
stockings and high heeled black suede pumps. 

Mulder's breath came in and stayed in. God, she was beautiful. The 
creamy skin stretched over her collarbone and the upper swells of her 
breasts were scattered with freckles, like a handful of fairy dust on
snow. 

He said it aloud, expelling his breath with a harsh sigh. "God, 
you're beautiful." 

"You make me feel beautiful," she answered, watching his eyes. They 
were dilated widely, inky black pupils surrounded by gray, shot with 
green and gold, blue and brown. All the possible colors, melding into
the most fascinating mixture she had ever seen. Quartz eyes, 
glittering with a fierce hunger. 

Her heart stuttered and her legs gave way just a little before she 
locked her knees.

Her bra was red silk and lace. It matched the thong he had given her
almost exactly. It even had a tiny satin bow in the center, cradled 
between her breasts. "Wearing red for Valentine's Day, Scully?" he 
asked hoarsely. "Turn around."

She turned slowly in place, hearing him suck in his breath again at
the sight of her ass, framed by the thong's silky strings. She looked
over her shoulder at him, then turned back around to face him fully.

Up still, pushing him along with her. "Now show me what's mine," she 
said.

Mulder pulled his hands from his pockets slowly and shook his head. 
"Not yet. If I take off my clothes, I'll be inside you in seconds, 
then it'll all be over but the shouting. And I want this to be slow, 
oh...so...slow. I want it to last forever."

Scully closed her eyes and shivered as her mind flickered with the 
images he had just invoked. She opened them again to discover he was 
approaching her silently. 

He trailed his fingers lightly down the side of her face, staring 
deep into her eyes, as if she were a Chinese puzzle box that he was
just beginning to discover. He bent down to her, and, not quite 
touching her, feathered light kisses over her face, his lips 
millimeters from her skin. 

Breathless anticipation overtook her again and she tilted her face 
this way and that, trying to connect with the heat of his mouth,
which was hovering over her. But he kept the distance constant, 
breathing over her closed eyelids, her brow, her cheekbones, her 
temples. He was everywhere, brushing, teasing, until she moaned in 
frustration. 

"Mulder..."

He brought his mouth down hard over hers, his tongue plunging inside
and sliding deliciously over the serrations of her teeth, the velvet
texture of her tongue, the smoothness of her inner cheeks. Both of 
her hands came up and tangled in his hair. He pulled away and stared
at her. They were both breathing hard. 

"Uh-uh. I thought you said I wouldn't need the leather thongs," he
chastised, grinning at her. "Now, you keep your hands to yourself, 
Scully, or I'll tie you up for real. I've got no self-control when it
comes to you, and I want this to be so good. I want to make you 
scream."

"Promises, promises," Scully teased. He pulled her up against him, 
sliding one jeans-clad leg between her thighs. The shock of his fully
clothed body meeting her barely clothed flesh was enough to make her 
utter an inhalatory little scream. His erection was monolithic 
against her stomach, and the heat of him burned through his clothes 
into her skin. 

Oh, that sound! Mulder smiled down darkly at her, shuddering, as he 
took her mouth again and, grasping her hips, rocked her against his 
leg in imitation of his tongue thrusting in her mouth. The thong was 
no protection from the rough rasp of denim. He could feel her heat, 
her moisture, right through his jeans. He pulled his mouth from hers 
and watched her sway toward him, her hands coming up to brace on his 
shoulders. Shaking his head in warning, he narrowed his eyes.

Denied touching him, Scully reached for the door behind her, needing
something to give her balance. She put her palms flat against it; her 
head tipped back and she moaned, low and throaty. He rocked her once
more, twice, then pulled back, his eyes heavy and dark. Yanking his 
turtleneck over his head, he said, "Hot in here, isn't it?"

She stared at his bare torso with avarice, wanting to sink her teeth
into the smooth muscles of his stomach, to follow that thin line of
hair down into his jeans.... Her mouth watered and she swallowed, 
then touched the tip of her tongue to her top lip. "Hotter than you 
know."

"Really?" The way she was looking at him was criminal. He could 
nearly feel the wet heat of her mouth on him. He stepped toward her 
and again reached out one hand. She drew in her breath, hung at the 
top of another crest, waiting for him to touch her. "Close your 
eyes."

She tilted her head at him quizzically and he repeated, "Close your
eyes, Scully. I thought you trusted me." If she didn't stop looking
at him like that all his good intentions were going to fly right out
the door behind her.

Her eyes slid shut and he nodded in satisfaction. "That's better. 
You were looking at me like you were the cat and I was the canary.
Now give me your hands."

Blindly, she held them out, and his large hands closed around her
smaller ones. 

Roller coasters were one thing. Roller coasters in pitch blackness...
But this was Mulder, and she *did* trust him. He tugged gently and 
she followed him, eyes still closed. He stopped, laying his hands on 
her shoulders for a moment and said, "Stay there."

Scully heard two thuds...his shoes...then the rustling of fabric. A 
crinkling, ripping sound. The temptation to peek was very great, but 
she bit her lip and resisted.

The sudden impact of his hot skin against her own was nearly 
unbearable. Her eyes flew open reflexively. He was gloriously nude,
his rigid shaft sheathed in a condom. Staring at him, she said, "Next
time, I get to put that on."

Mulder grinned, saying, "Plenty more where that came from." He 
crowded up against her, pushing her. The backs of her knees contacted
with something and she fell onto a wide soft expanse. A bed. 

*Mulder's* bed. 

Oh God. 

Her head spun -- loop-de-loops -- she thought fuzzily, then she
scooted backwards, as he put first one knee, then the other on the
bed.

Stalking. He was stalking her.

He traced slow, intricate patterns up her stockings, gently nudging 
her knees apart to burn paths of sparkling heat across her inner 
thighs. The muscles there trembled, jumping wildly. 

"Mulder--" She reached for him again and he clasped her hands and 
drew them up over her head, closing them around the rails of the 
headboard. 

"Keep 'em there, Scully." He lay down beside her, threw one heavy leg
over hers, then trailed his hands slowly and gently down the length 
of her arms to her breasts.

She had felt wanton before. Now, still wearing her shoes, she felt 
decadent, offered up like some sacrifice to pleasure. He touched her 
nipples lightly through the silk of her bra, catching her eyes with 
his own. "If you let go of the headboard, I'll stop."

"But--"

"Just let me please you." Sensing her acquiescence, Mulder brought 
his mouth down to hers, then nibbled his way down her neck. Opening 
the front clasp of her bra, he closed his lips over one straining 
peak, raking his teeth gently over the very tip. 

Scully muffled a moan as sensation zinged from her breast straight
down to her center. He moved over to her other breast, subjecting it
to the same sweet torture while his hand drifted down to toy with the
strings of the thong.

He tugged gently at it, then slid his knuckles along where it met 
the crease of her thigh. It was hot and damp, sticking to her. 
Sliding one long finger under the silk, he traced languid circles 
through her curls, then plunged it into her wet heat. 

He was rewarded with a gasp, the sound fueling his desire to please 
her, to hear that sound again. Her shimmering sensuality, usually so 
tightly restrained, was now exposed. The openness of her response, so
freely given, made his heart ache. He fiercely tamped down the demand
of his own flesh, glad now for the slim measure of control that came 
from his earlier orgasm, determined to explore every bit of her 
passion. 

He wanted to eat her alive. Slowly. "I'm gonna eat you up," he 
murmured, the words vibrating on her skin.

Scully made a small sound in the back of her throat as fierce 
excitement blazed through her. Had he read her mind back in the 
office when she had pictured his fingers, his mouth on her? 

He continued to stroke his finger deeply inside her as he moved down
her body, trailing sharp, biting kisses from her breasts to her
stomach, leaving small red marks on her soft skin.

"Your skin is so soft." He brushed his face over the silkiness of the
thong, first one cheek, then the other. He knew the rich fabric 
wouldn't even come close to the silkiness it covered. He nuzzled the 
edges of it, then tugged it to the side so he could put his mouth on 
her.

The heat of him was incredible. His tongue swirled around the swollen
nub he had drawn from her softness, flicking at it delicately. Then 
he pushed it up against the roof of his mouth, sucking hard as he 
slid another long finger inside her, stretching her gently.

A high keening cry burst explosively from her lungs and she arched up
off the bed, convulsing against his mouth and around his fingers. He
had tossed her up so high so fast that she was now in free fall, not
knowing top from bottom. Needing him to anchor her in the dizzying 
spiral, she let go of the headboard and grabbed his shoulders.

He raised his mouth and pulled his hand from her. She cried out again
at the loss. Drawing away from her humid softness was one of the 
hardest things he had ever done. "If you don't keep your hands off 
me, Scully, I'll be in you so deep you'll feel me in your throat." 

"Yes," she got out, pulling him up to kiss him. Her legs moved
restlessly on the sheets, the smooth stockings abrasive against her
overly sensitized skin. "Inside me. Hard and fast. Now."  

Her hands closed on his rigid flesh. Mulder wrenched at the thong 
and the strings snapped. He slid into her, relentlessly pressing past
the initial resistance of her internal muscles. Despite his efforts 
at readying her, she was so tight he didn't think he was going to 
last two seconds inside her. His eyes closed, then opened. "Scully." 

She blew out a long, tight sigh at the invasion. He was embedded in 
her so deeply that she *could* practically feel him in her throat. 
She felt consumed by fire from the inside out, stretched beyond 
pleasure and pain into something more elemental. She could feel him 
throbbing inside her, pulsating with the fast beat of his heart. It 
had been so long; the pressure was glorious. But not enough. "Mulder,
please." 

"Please what?" he asked, hardly daring to breathe, staring down at
her intensely. He pulled back a little, then thrust forward again, 
barely moving. God, he wanted to hear her say it. 

Panting, poised on the brink of another precipice, she looked up at 
him, into him. Did she dare? Yes. "Fuck me. Come with me."

Her words sparked him into a frenzy. He lost it, totally and 
mindlessly, plunging into her deep and hard and fast, her name a 
harsh explosion of sound as he came. 

She had been wrong. The highest hill was at the end of the ride. 
Scully would have screamed his name if she had any breath, but it was
gone. Over and down, flying faster and faster, spiraling and 
twisting. 

And Mulder caught her safely in his arms, turning them so she lay
next to him. 

Trembling with aftershocks, she grinned up at him. "Again?"

She had always loved roller coasters. 
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End

Author's Notes: Thanks, as always, to Deb for her encouragement and 
for beta reading. Special thanks to Bob, for his support and 
inspiration.

Lydia, it's your turn! Get busy....

For those of you who are interested, the story titles in this series,
which should be available at any of the wonderful Gossamer archives,
(if you can't find them, mail me and I'll send them to you) are:

Like A Red, Red Rose
Like A Red, Red Rose II - Like The Melodie
Like A Red, Red Rose III - Newly Sprung; Sweetly Play'd
Like A Red, Red Rose IV - My Luve Is *NC-17*
Like A Red, Red Rose V - Rosebud *NC-17*
Like A Red, Red Rose VI - Blushing Rose *NC-17*

They're all drawn from the first verse of "A Red, Red Rose" by the 
late great Scottish poet Robert Burns, who's probably turning over in
his grave at my impertinence!

O, my luve is like a red, red rose
  That's newly sprung in June;
O, my luve is like the melodie
  That's sweetly play'd in tune

So, please, let me know what you think... 

Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com

S: "It's a North American P-51 Mustang."
M: "I just got very turned on."
The X-Files, Piper Maru