Title: Souls Embracing (1/1) Author: Chey Burgess E-mail: jrmyb@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 Category: SR Spoilers: None Keywords: MSR Summary: Early morning, rain on the roof, warm partner - who wouldn't take advantage? Mulder POV. Author's Notes: Ok, so it's smut...but it's loving smut :o)A big hug and kiss to Lena at the BRC who held my hand while I jumped. At 1.05am I am lying on Scully's couch, channel surfing with the mute on. Sleep is evading me, which is nothing new, except I can't think of any reason for it tonight. Life is probably as good as it's ever going to get. Scully's alive, I'm alive, we're together and no one's trying to kill us - that we know of. I consider that a pretty damn good day. Julie Andrew's is singing about kittens and raindrops. Well, I can't actually hear the words, but I know that's what they are because I've sat through this movie twice. Once to impress some girl in college, and then again about a year ago with Scully, just because it was nice to be near her. My heart smiles at the thought that I don't need an excuse anymore. I press the remote. Foreign news. Looks like Russian if the reporter's name in the bottom left corner is anything to go by. Krycek appears in my head and I mentally slap myself before any coherent thoughts about him take hold. Flick. Hockey. Not really my game, but I leave it in anticipation of a little gratuitous violence. Hey, it can be entertaining when I'm not on the receiving end. I imagine Scully's reaction to that thought - the expression that says, "Mulder, you're not serious." As if my thoughts beckoned her, she appears in the doorway, scowling sleepily as she rubs one eye with the back of her hand. In pale pink boxers and a matching top, with copper hair hanging in her eyes, she looks about ten years old. I feel a tug in my groin. Hmm, I'll analyse *that* embarrassing association later. "Hey," I greet her softly. She doesn't answer. This just-woken-up-Scully is one I find particularly endearing. I know from experience that her mind is completely with it the second she awakes, alertness is drummed into both of us by our work. In the absence of a threat, however, Scully's emotional and motor skills take a while to catch up with her cognitive ability. Through squinted eyes, she stumbles her way toward me and collapses clumsily onto the couch beside me. I watch in amusement as she grumpily pushes my bent knee down flat and climbs on top of me, straddling me with bent legs, and flops her upper body against mine. I allow myself an indulgent smile at her child-like invasion of my space. This Scully did not exist for me a few months ago, except for an unguarded moment now and then when the pressures of our world managed to briefly penetrate her protective walls. Nothing like she allows me to see now. Nothing like this totally unguarded innocence. I wait while she settles herself, a knee on either side of my hips, arms hugged into my sides, chest against my stomach, cheek against my chest. My little Scully barnacle. The first time she positioned herself on me like this, I jokingly asked if that's what she was trying to be. She had hesitated for a long moment and I thought she wasn't going to bother with a reply. Then, without looking at me, she had quietly said, "I can hear your heart...and I feel safe." My throat still constricts when I think about it. If I didn't know Scully, I might have been deceived by the simplicity of her statement, might have though it just a sweet compliment. But the reality of Scully admitting that she sometimes feels the need to be protected, despite all the fierce denials in the past, floored me. Mind you, she doesn't show that vulnerability often, usually only in this semi-conscious state after waking. I look down at her face pressed against my chest. Her eyes stare at the television but I know they aren't really seeing the flickering images. She is a blink away from sleep. I raise my leg again, shifting to make myself comfortable now that she has settled. Her weight is slight and mostly distributed on her legs anyway. Her face is vacant, expressionless and I wonder how long she can keep her eyes open. I know she has come to find me because, on some barely conscious level, she's worried that I'm not sleeping. I decide to hurry things along - she should sleep, even if I can't. I tug gently at the bottom of her pajama top, sliding the silk up to expose the skin of her back. Using the tips only, I trail my fingers lightly up the length of her spine. The effect is instantaneous. She draws a deep breath and releases it as a sigh. Her eyelids close and all her muscles go completely slack. To many people, this would be a kind of torture akin to being tickled with a feather. For Scully it is instant bliss. Apparently, Mrs Scully used this method to soothe her children to sleep and the effect has lasted. There isn't a place on Scully's body where it will make her squirm. And don't think I haven't searched. Still, it is a useful trick; to know how to turn an irritable, restless Scully into a calm, almost comatose one, in a matter of seconds. She is asleep. I continue my ministrations anyway, enjoying the feel of her softness under my fingertips. I turn my head and look at the tv, watching but not really seeing. I listen to her soft, steady breath and feel the gently rise and fall of her chest. Soothing her has had a soporific effect on me also. My eyelids droop and I sleep. ****************** I wake to the sound of heavy rain. It must be early morning because I can make out all the furniture but nothing has color or detail. I am on my side with Scully snuggled up to my chest, our legs entwined. Nice. Cozy. Possibly I could lie here forever, listening to the soothing pounding of water on the roof, drifting back and forth between sleep and consciousness. That might be possible...if it weren't for Scully's warm breath which just happens to be blowing against my left nipple. This time I choose not to ignore the feelings stirring deep in my belly. I want to touch her, and I can, so I do. Sliding my hand under her boxers, I run my fingers lightly over the skin where her thigh meets her ass. She sighs, still not really awake. "Scu-lleee," I cajole softly. A small groan of protest at being pulled from a place of presumably peaceful dreams rumbles in her throat. I go for the kill early on, taking her earlobe between my teeth and tugging gently before sucking firmly for a few seconds. Knowledge of your lover's most sensitive places is a definite must. "Wanna play?" I whisper in her ear. One eye opens slowly and fixes me with the 'I know exactly what you're up to' look, albeit softened slightly by sleep. I give her my most innocent 'who, me?' expression in return. One azure eye, made gray by the dim light, rolls in mock exasperation. She knows I use her erogenous zones to my advantage, but she allows it because it's mutually beneficial. However, sleep still seems like a more inviting prospect and, although she's letting my off lightly for waking her, she's not exactly thrilled either. "Raining, Mulder. Early. Sleep." she grumbles into my chest, eye closing. "But I'm not tired." I am ignored. I smooth the palm of my hand in slow circles over the one butt cheek I can reach. No reaction. I take this as a good sign. Scully often needs 'warm-up time' and spends most of it in her head. She is a prime example of someone whose brain is their most important sex organ. My hand encounters the crease of her ass and follows it down, then back up, the material of her boxers slippery against my fingers. Was that a twitch? Ever the answer seeker, I do it again, this time pressing a little harder through the fabric. Yep, definitely a muscle clench there, albeit so slight I would've missed it were I not anticipating it. This is good. I file this new spot away for future use under 'Things That Please Scully Sexually'. I repeat the motion once more, this time continuing down between her thighs and upwards. It's not an easy maneuver but the reward is worth it. She's wet - she's very wet. My semi-hard on becomes steel in about a microsecond. I update that earlier file to 'Things That Make Scully Horny as Hell' as I slide my middle finger forward even further, lining the moist slit with slippery silk, pressing lightly against her clitoris. A soft gasp, a moan I can barely hear and I'm gone. Thoughts of a slow, teasing seduction are replaced with a burning need to feel her without the barrier of silk between us. Grabbing her behind the knee, I hitch her leg up over my hip, providing more room between her spread thighs for the hand I snake between our bodies and down the front of her shorts. For the first time she joins in. Her tongue flicks against the nipple that started this whole thing. She sucks on it as I thrust a finger inside her and I am left gasping. She makes a noise of frustration and presses her pelvis into me. "More," she is saying silently, "Not enough." I know what she wants but I ask her anyway. "What Scully? What do you want?" "You!" she breathes out, her little hand sliding between my boxers and my ass, trying to pull them down. She succeeds at the back and is working on the front when I slide a second and third finger inside her, pushing deep like I know she wants my cock to. "Uh...oh," is all she gets out, her mission forgotten as her eyes close and her head tips back, exposing her throat. I imagine taking that vulnerable skin between my lips and nipping it, sucking it, marking her as mine. My hips thrust instinctively at the thought of figuratively branding Scully with 'property of Fox Mulder'. Just call me Neanderthal. Unfortunately, I can't reach there in my present position anyhow, so I put that thought aside for later. A groan escapes my lips. She has regained enough sense to remember her task. Her warm hand is firmly milking my cock, pulling up and sliding down, while her thumb plays particular attention the sensitive spot on the underside. Trust Dr. Scully to know about the frenulum and what it does to me when she massages there. She guides my hard cock to the gaping inner leg of her shorts, intent on replacing my fingers. "No!" I pull my fingers from her and grasp her wrist. As much as I want to rip off her clothes and pound her, I want to draw this out a little longer. I rejected her too sharply. She is motionless, her face bewildered. I bring my hand to her cheek. Her skin is hot and damp with perspiration. Thin tendrils of hair stick to her forehead and temples. They make me smile. "Not yet," I say softly, trying to get my breath back. Sitting up, I untangle myself from her and get off the couch. She groans her disapproval and I share her reluctance to part, but I'm after a more intimate kind of contact. "Sit up." She does, pushing a damp lock of hair off her face and looking up at me expectantly. Our eyes lock as I nudge her knees apart with mine and settle to the floor between her legs. Her chest begins to rise and fall a little quicker - she knows what's coming. I run my hands up her calves to her knees and push them apart roughly. She draws a sharp breath. I keep my eyes on hers as I lower my mouth to her slowly. She jerks as the tip of my tongue touches the material stretched taut across her clit. I flick my tongue lightly a couple of times and listen with pleasure as her breath stops, then starts again in short gasps. Her hand flies to my head and her hips arch in an attempt at stronger contact. I pull back. "Uh-uh." "Mul-der," she pleads in a whisper. "Undo your shirt, Scully." "Mul-" "Now, Scully." She groans in frustration but complies, her hands working feverishly to get the small buttons undone. In the growing light, I watch as a strip of skin appears down her middle. My thumbs make small circles on her inner thighs as she slips the last button through its hole. "Open it." My breathing now matches hers as the power of watching Scully respond to my demands goes straight to my cock. She pulls the silk apart, revealing her firm, white breasts, pink nipples already erect. Oh man. I want them. I want to feel those rigid peaks against my tongue. I want to suck hard and make her whimper. I stay put. "Do it, Scully. You know what I want." My voice is thick. Without any preliminaries, she takes her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and tugs firmly, stretching, rolling, pulling. She sighs as her head falls back and her eyes close. Fuck. I am so turned on I feel like I could come just watching her. Instead, I slip my hands under to grip her ass and pull it toward my lowered head, spreading her legs wide with my elbows. I descend, open-mouthed, onto her crotch, adding my saliva to the already soaking silk. I lave her from her opening to her clitoris - hard. "Ohh." Her hands speed up. I repeat it. Again, and again. Finally, I latch on and just suck. And she is coming, her entire body tense, every muscle clenched tight. One hand leaves her breast to grab a fistful of my hair as she lets out a high pitched, thin, keening noise. "Muuuuldeeeeeer!" Oh fuck. I am so close. Hearing my name like that nearly does me in, but I manage to hold back as her muscles begin to relax a little. Mine, however, are a different story. I want her. I want her bad. I want to rip her boxers off and hammer myself into her. Luckily, we're on the same wavelength. "Oh, God, Mulder. Fuck me. I want you so far inside me-" I don't hear the rest. I'm on my knees pulling off her boxers. It's ironic that the very act of Scully talking dirty to me for the first time is rendering me totally unable to concentrate on a single word she says. I am dimly aware that the couch is not good enough. I want her in a place where there is absolutely no give to stop me from pounding her hard. We've made love, we've had wild, passionate sex, but we've never fucked before. She wants to be fucked and I want to do it right. I pull her onto my lap and swivel around holding her against me with one hand, while I lower us both to the floor with the other. There's a moment of frustration as I struggle to get my own shorts down. As I push them to my knees, I feel a small hand grasp my erection and tug gently. No, no, no. Not good. Extra stimulation is the last thing I need. I grab her wrist and lunge forward on all fours above her, trapping both hands against the floor beside her head. Leaning forward, I take a slow moment moving my hip to ensure the tip of my cock is in the right position, then I drive into her - hard, fast, once, twice. The sharp intake of her breath at my forceful penetration excites me even more. Letting go of her wrists, I hook my elbows behind her knees, opening her as wide as her considerable flexibility allows. I take a second to look at her face, flushed and damp. Her eyes are closed and she has an expression which almost indicates pain. I know that's not the case, but I want to see her eyes anyway. "Scully, " I pant hoarsely. Her eyes open and focus glassily on me. Holy shit. She's close to coming - again. This is a surprise. Scully has never been multi-orgasmic. When she asked me to fuck her, I knew it was for my benefit; she wanted to give me what I had just given her. A few seconds ago I had been more than ready to accept. Now I am determined to hold off. I want to see Scully lose it again. Capturing her wrists once again, I bring her arms down straight to her sides so she is now completely under my control. I resume my thrusting, penetrating deeply in this new position. We groan in unison. I am incredibly turned on by the dominance I have over her...so is she, it seems. "Is this what you want, Scully? Do you like it? Do you like being fucked like this?" My tone demands answers. "Uhh." Her head rolls sideways. "C'mon Scully. Talk to me. You like it don't you? You like having my cock inside you." She lets out a sob, coherent speech gone. Wow. I relent a little. "You feel so good, Scully." I am rewarded with another sob, this time mixed with my name. Sweat runs in little trickles between her breasts as she uses her stomach muscles to try and meet my thrusts. She has no hope, not in the position I've got her in. "Open your eyes, Scully. I want you to watch me fuck you." Somehow she drags her eyelids open, looks down to where I am slamming into her body, then gives up and closes her eyes with a groan. I look down too and watch as my thick shaft pistons in and out of her wet center. The rush of arousal that sight brings me catches me unaware and I almost explode then and there. Gritting my teeth, I refuse to let that happen. She is so close, so close. I can't bring her here and not take her all the way. How can I deny her what she is struggling so hard to achieve? I feel a sudden sweet pang of love as I watch her battle to reach that final peak. I have no hands to help her...only my voice. "I'm gonna come so hard in you Scully. Do it with me," I urge, "Let's do it together right now." Her muscles tighten and she tries to move her hand to grip me as her orgasm begins, but I hold it down, refusing to give her control. That does it for her. She succumbs with a strangled cry and two seconds later I am right there with her and neither of us is breathing and nothing ever felt this good and *oh, God* it's not stopping... The sound of heavy rain drumming on the roof gradually seeps into my mind as I realise I have been in the same position, not moving, for a few minutes now. I slowly lift my head to find Scully watching me, breathing slow, deep breaths. I get a weary smile, which I return. I realise she can't move and taking my weight off her wrists, I lean back, withdrawing from her slowly. She winces as she brings her legs together - major muscle trauma there - hope we don't have to run for our lives any time soon. The room remains dim, despite the arrival of morning, thanks to the rain. Bed weather. We make it to the bathroom with our last remaining energy where we stand in a motionless embrace under the hot water, letting it wash away the evidence of our activities and soothe our aching muscles. Five minutes later we are curled up under the covers facing each other as we drift off. Legs just touching, hands clasped, souls embracing. ********************** End Feedback: All thoughts ecstatically received :o) ______________________________________________________ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ eGroup home: http://www.eGroups.com/list/xapen Free Web-based e-mail groups by eGroups.com