"You Saucy thing" by Nessie Original written June 1997. Revised September 1997 Important Note: There are no major changes made to the events in the story; I have just revised the use of language and tried to bring it in line with the way the sequel was written. I am also posting this for the benefit of those who did not read the original. Look out for the sequel "Wickedly Innocent" coming soon ;-) Please note my e-mail addy has changed to: k at k dot homeunix dot net (please replace "k" with "hel") Disclaimers: I do not own Mulder and Scully; they belong to CC, 1013 and Fox. I didn't invent BBQ sauce so maybe I should disclaim that too ;-) Author's notes: This is a tribute to one of my all time favourite scenes which is one of those classic Mulder 'n' Scully UST moments. So I *had* to take a hold of it and inject a little something extra. Hmm... I could get used to this kind of thing.. This is dedicated to all those who sent me feedback on the original posting of this in June. Without all you guys, I may never have been driven to such insane measures as writing a sequel to this.. and maybe the world would be a better place today. ;-) #=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#= You Saucy Thing (1/1) by Nessie #=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#= Clay's BBQ Restaurant The restaurant wasn't particularly busy that evening. The room was dimly lit by a few lamps that adorned the red painted walls. Several tables remained empty. One table, at the center of the room, was occupied by a dark- haired man and a redheaded woman, both dressed in suits and who appeared to be thoroughly indulging themselves in Clay's finest ribs. Dana Scully took an ample bite from her barbecue rib, and raised her eyes to her partner. Mmmm.. delicious. What had she been missing all these years? "Y'know, Mulder- with ribs like these I'd say the Church of the Red Museum has its work cut out for it" she observed, her mouth still half full as she wiped her mucky fingers on her napkin. The Clay's BBQ bib which she wore was filthy; covered in an absolutely mouthwatering barbecue sauce which tasted *divine* with the ribs. She failed to notice the smear of sauce at the corner of her mouth. Mulder watched his partner munch away at her dinner, blissfully ignorant of the red-brown mark that adorned her jaw. An amused smile crossed his face as he wondered whether or not he should tell her. After all, she *did* look rather cute that way; it instantly took three decades off her. He decided that it wasn't worth getting shot for, so picking up a clean napkin, Mulder reached over the table to wipe the sauce away. Scully eyed him suspiciously as his hand stretched across to her face and wiped the sauce away in one clean gesture. Scully realized what she'd done and flicked her eyes downwards in embarrassment. Somehow, even after all the good habits her parents had instiled in her- Dana Katherine Scully still found the need to eat like a baby when it came to a few barbecue ribs. She looked down to discover the bib around her neck was covered in the sauce too. Mulder's face held an amused childlike look on his face- a child who had just seen an equally immature side of his professional partner and was feeling rather smug about it. But then there was nothing juvenile about the look he shot her after that- nor about the look she sent him back. God, no. Scully raised her eyebrows, gave the whole thought a mental shrug and returned to work-related conversation; namely their current case. "So.. you started to tell me about walk-ins.." she continued, attempting to gather together whatever scraps of her dignity remained "I'm not sure if I grasped the finer points" Uh-oh. That look again. She had to admit that he looked damn good today. "I- It's kind of a new-age religion based on an old idea.. that if you- uh- lose hope or despair, you wanna leave this mortal coil- you become open and vulnerable" Scully picked up another rib, daubing it with sauce. "To inhabitation by a new spirit?" she questioned, being sure to inject her familiar cynicism into her voice. Averting her eyes from his face, Scully saw that his own bib was almost as dirty as hers. So.. Fox Mulder was a messy eater too... That was kind of satisfying to know. The thought distracted her for a moment as she watched him consume his own dinner, following the movements of his mouth as he simultaneously chewed and spoke. She tried to keep her mesmerized gaze away from the back-and-forth, up-and-down motion of that carefully-molded lower lip. "A new *enlightened* spirit" he corrected her, although not particularly convinced of the theory himself. Mulder almost broke out in a huge smile when he looked back at Scully to see that she had sauce on her chin. The smile that he held back was replaced by something that Scully considered to be closer to a leer as he reached across to perform his wiping task again. Oh god. She'd done it again. Scully inwardly winced and decided that she *really* needed to refine her rib-eating habits. She was even more surprised to feel not the smooth papery texture of the napkin but the warm flesh of Mulder's fingertip touching her chin, once again wiping the sauce away in one swift movement. She shivered at the sudden touch. She looked at him in surprise. He was smiling at her in the oddest way.. and holding up that one index finger, covered in sauce. His head was slightly lowered, his eyes wide and gazing up at her with a slight variation on his Puppy Look Yes, a definite leer. Innocent at a glance, but if you looked carefully there was a wicked glint in his eyes. It was just typical Mulder through and through. Scully simply stared at him, eyebrows raised, hoping to snap him out of it. But no.. nothing was going to snap Fox Mulder out of this little game. The sauce on the end of his finger looked so good.. well- it *was* good sauce, but the fact that it sat on the tip of Mulder's finger made it a little more- well- *appealing*. Scully forced back the sudden urge to lean across the table and lick it off there again, claiming back what he had just taken from her. In fact, she probably would have if Mulder hadn't at that moment withdrawn his finger from where she could reach it, and moved it oh-so-slowly towards his mouth- to those slightly parted lips which were parting just a little wider to receive his finger as he slipped it inside, closing his lips around the tip and then withdrawing it; his mouth firmly closing after the finger had been removed. He held up his hand, displaying the digit which now glistened with his own saliva. All the time, his eyes never left her. His gaze was fixed on Scully; he didn't blink and he didn't look away once. As for Scully, she barely even breathed in those few seconds. Her mind was entrapped by his actions as she watched him. And suddenly, as if somebody had flicked a switch in both of their minds, dinner resumed as before. Mulder picked up another rib and bit hungrily into it as if nothing had happened. Scully was still a little breathtaken, but forced herself to concentrate on eating the meal, trying not to draw too many sexual parallels to Mulder's actions a few moments ago. They ate in companionable silence for the next five minutes. Scully was finishing up her fifth rib.. she just couldn't get enough of these things! She had already made a mental note to come back here sometime- the food was definitely worth the journey. Having finished the rib, Scully dropped the bone on her plate and looked around for her napkin, her fingers once again covered in sauce. Damn, where the hell was it.. In her search for the cloth, an unconscious movement caused her fingers to accidentally brush past her throat. Fingers that were drenched in sauce, and now left a long streak along the side of her neck. Oh, shit. "Mulder, can you pass me another--" Scully stopped mid-sentence and her eyes widened, her brow furrowing as she saw that Fox Mulder had now left his seat and was proceeding around the rounded table to where she sat. Right next to where she sat. Her eyes followed his movements; his smooth half-circuit of the table up to where he stood now, the slow descent of his face until it was level with hers. Scully couldn't move. Wouldn't move. What the *hell* was he doing?? Their gazes remained locked until Scully found she was unable to focus on his eyes any more and they became a blur of hazel- on-white as his face approached hers. Her gaze dropped to his lips, which were slightly parted. A tiny trace of sauce adorned his lower lip, which quivered ever so slightly, glimmering in its wetness. Yes, the barbecue sauce was *definitely* looking good.. Someone had once told Scully early on in their partnership always to expect the unexpected from Fox Mulder.. and this was certainly unexpected. But she didn't even get what she was expecting now, she was soon to discover as his mouth suddenly disappeared from her sight and descended too low for her to see. Just below her chin. Right where that long smear of sauce was.. She couldn't help letting out a gasp at the wet sensation on her neck. It was travelling upwards-- from her collarbone to the top of her neck where the streak of barbecue sauce ended. Fox Mulder smiled inwardly at the effect that his tongue was having as it travelled over the neck of his partner, cleaning away every last trace of the sauce. Not quite. Moving upwards further, he could see there was one drop remaining just beneath her chin, on the underside of her jawbone. Scully let off a small shudder as his tongue darted out rapidly and swiped up the remaining blob of sauce. Mulder felt the small pulse of electricity travel through her and smiled again before drawing away from her and retreating to his seat. He said absolutely nothing for another full five minutes, and even after that all he said consisted of only four words. "This sure tastes good." #=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#= Scully decided she really couldn't eat any more. Mulder had been willing to finish up the ribs anyway. Now he appeared to be staring out of the window, at nothing in particular. Probably keeping his eyes to the skies, she imagined. She was still trying to figure out what had gone on previously- and was still relishing the sensations his rough, moist tongue had brought to the delicate skin of her neck. And now it was as if that hadn't happened. He was checking the skies for flying saucers, or roaming that dreamworld of his that he seemed to spend the majority of his life occupying. Sometimes, she just couldn't figure him out. Well, a lot of the time actually. This was one of those times. But it was certainly something to be experimented with. Scully was pleased to see that there was plenty of sauce left in the bowl at the centre of the table. While Mulder's attentions were focused elsewhere, she took the opportunity to dip one finger into the bowl and dab some sauce onto the inside of her wrist, purposefully baiting him on her more sensitive skin. "Oh darn-- look Mulder, I've done it again. I'm so careless with my food" she moaned. The sound of Dana Scully moaning in this way, under these circumstances, was a sight that many would have paid to see. He drew his gaze away from the window and looked at her. She held up her wrist to show him. It was as she'd expected. He grasped her forearm in his large hand; she noted that his hands were quite soft for a guy; and brought her wrist towards his obliging mouth. #=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#= Scully discovered she had quite a hold over Mulder as far as this barbecue sauce ordeal went. He was willing to lick it off from wherever she wiped it. She hadn't tried anything to the extreme; after all, they *were* in a restaurant. Mulder's removal of the sauce from her neck had earned them a couple of curious glances. But the whole leg incident had turned more than a few heads. "Mulderrrr... look at this" Scully announced, not really bothering to employ any more sophisticated acting skills as she pointed out the huge dollop of sauce that had just *accidentally* landed on her bare leg, extending from the ankle to where the hem of her skirt met her knee. Mulder was loving this little game, creating quite a disturbance when he crawled under the table to devour the sauce from his partner's leg in two long smooth licks. Scully gasped out loud with pleasure at the sensations as his tongue glided over the skin of her leg. She gripped the seat of her chair and dug her fingernails into the wood, well aware that a lot of the other eaters were staring although she was doing her very best not to draw attention to herself. But it felt so damn good. #=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#= Mulder climbed back onto his chair after he was sure he had licked Scully's leg clean. She sat across from him, still clutching the edge of the seat and watching him carefully through heavy-lidded eyes. He could see that her breathing had become laboured.. one definite sign of a woman who was *thoroughly* enjoying herself, he told himself with smug satisfaction. Time to turn the tables, Mulder thought with a smile. While Scully was recovering from the whole leg-licking experience, Mulder took the opportunity to drop a large spoonful of sauce at the top of his inner right thigh. He waited until her breathing had returned to normal and her concentration was back. "Scully?" "What?" This was one of the few verbal exchanges they'd had in the last half hour. Mulder indicated the sauce in his lap. Scully raised one eyebrow, deciding to play the game her way. She was the one calling the shots right now. He tried to convey to her with his eyes that she was supposed to be returning his gestures. She simply stared at him. For a long time. Until she grabbed hold of a teaspoon and scooped up an entire spoonful of sauce. A drop fell from the spoon to her wrist and Mulder reacted instantaneously, reaching across. Her upheld hand gestured for him to stop where he was. Slowly and menacingly Scully raised the spoon until it was level with her mouth. She glanced over the table at her mesmerized partner. She reached around to the back of her neck and untied the bib. Deliberately and with a smile, she tipped the spoon, allowing the barbecue sauce to drop down her front and land between her breasts. She looked up at Mulder and saw that his eyes had grown considerably wider. Mulder's only inner conflict was as to whether he should walk slowly around the table as before or go for the dive-straight- across option. He looked at Scully, met her eyes and followed her gaze downwards to her breasts, where the sauce was hidden from his view. For now. And it was then that he decided to move right in for the kill. This was no time for slow and seductive, Mulder told himself as he leaned forward, placing both hands on the sides of the table, stretching further and further across, watching Scully's eyes dance with amusement as she observed his efforts to reach her.. CRASH! Mulder leaned in just a little too far and he toppled over, along with the table and along with Scully- who unfortunately had made it to the bottom of the pile. She lay trapped between the restaurant floor and a table that was pushing rather painfully into her stomach, a pile of plates, and a partner who was probably at least twice her weight. "Mulder- will you GET OFF??" she pleaded, her voice strained. He rolled off the top of the pile, landing on the floor with a soft 'thud' and a groan of pain before picking himself up. By now, a waitress had arrived to see what was going on. She rushed over to the scene of the disaster and helped Mulder remove the table and crockery from the top of Scully, who gasped in a deep breath before getting up. Great. Barbecue sauce was splattered right down the front of her suit. Soaking through the top she wore under her jacket. Scully moaned in frustration. "O-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." The waitress looked a little concerned. "Are you okay, Miss?" she asked Scully. "I'm fine, thanks", Scully replied, slightly breathless. "I don't know how this happened, I am *so* sorry.." she began apologetically. "I- I think it's these tables. You ought to get stronger tables. All I did was lean on this one and it keeled right over" Mulder gestured with his hands and gave the waitress his best puppy look. Scully watched in amusement. Manipulative son-of-a-bitch, she thought. The waitress' expression softened and her eyes glazed over. Scully tried not to smile too much, remembering the number of times he'd won *her* over with that look. "Oh, I truly *am* sorry then- of course, we wouldn't *dream* of making you pay for your meal after this" Mulder grinned and thanked her. She looked back to Scully. "Oh, we gotta get you cleaned up now haven't we.." "Thankyou, that would be--" Scully began, but Mulder cut her off. "It's okay- uh- we'll- um-" He shot a suggestive look in Scully's direction. "We'll get it cleaned up later.." Mulder brushed his suit down and walked towards the exit. Scully gave him a bemused glance and followed her partner from the restaurant. #=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#= THE END #=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#= Title: "Wickedly Innocent" (aka. "You Saucy Thing II") Author: Nessie Classification: SRH Rating: NC-17 Keywords: MSR Spoilers: Red Museum Summary: Scully's still covered in BBQ sauce.. and Mulder's still hungry. ============================================================ "Wickedly Innocent" (A sequel to "You Saucy Thing") by Nessie Finished September 12th 1997 Rated NC-17. Turn back now if you're underage or don't like that kind of thing. Disclaimers: I don't own Mulder and Scully. Chris Carter does.. He never gives them enough of a good time. I figured he might be a bit pissed off at me that I left Scully covered in BBQ sauce. So I figured was only fair that I got her cleaned up. In the nicest possible way, of course.. You know how partners look out for each other ;) I believe I'm also supposed to disclaim that this piece is anything to do with my college, since I'm sending it through their e-mail. As *if* =:o Author's notes: Thanks to everybody who sent feedback on the original-- it was months ago but I finally got this finished.. The original has been revised to bring it in line with the style of this piece, and has been re-posted. The story is dedicated to Nora, my potato-buddy and editor, who has written some great MSR/food stories in her time, and kept on telling me that I *could* write an MSR if I really tried. Ah, well. . . here it is!! And finally: This is humor. Keep tongue in cheek at all times. ;) o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o Wickedly Innocent (1/3) by Nessie o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o "Wait there a moment, Scully," Mulder called out as he dashed back along the darkened street to the restaurant, which was still only a few paces away. "Where are you going?!" Scully yelled back at him as he ran off. He didn't reply and she let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes and pursing her lips. If he wasn't back within a couple minutes. . . She attempted to fold her arms across her chest, a posture she often took on to achieve that *fully* pissed-off power- look, but her wrists were restricted by harsh metal as she angrily attempted to pull them apart. For upon leaving the restaurant, Mulder had succeeded in cuffing Scully's hands together behind her back so she was unable to wipe the Clay's BBQ sauce away from her face. God, she felt like such an idiot. Mulder *was* back within a minute. Only just; five more seconds and he would have wound up regretting it. He panted heavily as he jogged up to where she stood. "I just- uh- I left my motel keys in the restaurant!" he gasped between breaths. Scully's lips tightened even further in that no-nonsense manner, tinged with humiliated fury at her partner. He grinned and ushered her along the street away from the restaurant. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O They reached Scully's motel room after a long trek back from the town center, which had involved an unpleasant encounter with Rick Mazeroski and his pals. The teenagers had been picking on a member of the Church of the Red Museum, whom they had *affectionately* entitled "Diaperhead" and "VeggieBurger," among other things. The poor kid probably would have been skinned alive and made into barbecue ribs himself, if it hadn't been for the intervention of a tall pokerfaced man and a sauce-coated woman who carried a gun at her hip but didn't appear to be able to reach for it. The teenagers had backed off rapidly after Mulder had revealed his own gun, but not before one of the crowd commented "*Tasty*-looking chick you got there, maaannn... eh heh heh.." Scully had made an angered attempt to strike out at one of the crowd, she didn't care *who* got hurt; preferably the guy who said that-- and heck, if she couldn't use her fists or her gun, then the feet it was. Unfortunately her well-practiced StreetFighter impersonation had only grazed one guy's leg and almost toppled her over with the effort, unable to use her arms to steady herself. Mulder had grinned at her after the kids had left. "Gee Scully, you *really* need to practice your karate moves..." She'd heard him use smarter lines in his time, and instinctively walked to stand in front of him, glaring up at him with the best steely gaze she could muster at this time. Angry little redheads could be intimidating. Angry little redheads could stare down people twice their size in three seconds flat. But when the angry little redhead had taken on the appearance of a well-seasoned barbecue rib, it was hard to achieve the same effect. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O "Mulder, WHY can't I just wipe this sauce off my face??" Scully protested after Mulder had slammed shut the door to her room at the motor lodge and removed his trench-coat and jacket. She wasn't sure exactly why he had followed her back to her room. After all, those were only games in the restaurant. He couldn't *seriously* have meant what he said before they had left.. or could he?? There was just no telling with Fox Mulder, but the handcuffs that bound her wrists gave her suspicions otherwise. He *was* up to something.. Scully walked across to the mirror. "I KNEW it!" she moaned. "I'm *covered* in barbecue sauce! It's on my clothes, all over my face, in my hair... and Mulder, will you please take these damn handcuffs off me!" She raised her voice so that the last sentence became an instruction, in the hope that she'd get through to him. Scare him, even. She shook her bound wrists in frustration. Mulder smirked at her, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back so that he perched on the edge of the table across the room. "And you can wipe that stupid grin off your face, too." It was a *very* stupid grin, Scully decided. Stupider than she'd ever seen on Mulder. And she'd seen some pretty inane grins on Mulder before. There it was, just-- *plastered* from ear to ear. And.. oh lord.. there was that look in his eye again. That wicked, undeniable little glint that she had seen for the first time in the restaurant some fifteen minutes ago. Up to something. Okay- the little barbecue sauce game in the restaurant had been one thing, but to be handcuffed and forced to walk back to her motel room coated in barbecue sauce- delicious or not, by her partner- delicious or not, was entirely another. And now he was looking at her like THAT. She stepped back from him, part of her fully aware of his intentions and the other part refusing to believe that Fox Mulder would actually *do* that. It was the kind of thing he'd think about, and probably the sort of things he watched on those videos of his-- but that he would never actually do. Least of all to Dana Scully. No. He couldn't be serious about this. Then to her surprise he disappeared from her sight, heading towards the bathroom. Scully raised her eyes to the ceiling and began to tap her foot on the floor, wondering what devious little tricks he might have up his sleeve. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O He returned a few moments later with a box of tissues. Scully frowned slightly at him. Pulling one, a pale pink, from the box, he paced slowly and surely across the room towards her, the tissue held high and poised for action. "A-hah.." she mouthed silently, her head tilting back slightly in realization although she wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed at the tissue. After all, that sure had felt good when he did what he did in the restaurant.. He stopped in his tracks about two feet from her. His hand dropped, releasing the tissue as something caught his eye. Scully stared as Mulder's tongue slid over his dry lips, moistening them with anticipation as he focused his burning stare on something to her right. She narrowed her eyes, and then spotted the object of his attention in the mirror in front of them. The spot of sauce on her ear. The deep red-brown color stood in alluring contrast against her pale skin in the bright light of the motel room, even more than it had done in the dimmed restaurant. It was just *begging* to be... He closed the distance between them and placed one large hand firmly on each of her shoulders, his long fingers curling around to press into the flesh of her upper back. Scully's eyes followed his movements flawlessly as he bent his head downwards and to the right, until his heated breath drifted across her ear, whispering something unintelligible. Her own breath caught in her throat and she found herself incapable of movement as he took the rim of her ear into his mouth. It wasn't really an earlobe-nibble.. he'd aimed higher. He suckled on the cartilage around the edge, teeth gripping lightly as his warm tongue swept away the sauce. If this was his idea of a seduction technique it was.. well- it was just typical Fox Mulder. Doing it things own way and steering clear of established rules. Not that Scully believed in rule-books for these sorts of things; but she'd certainly never heard of it. Ice-cream, chocolate, sure. But barbecue sauce? It was *original*, she'd give him that. She doubted many women could claim to have had barbecue sauce licked from them by their partner. While wearing handcuffs. Scully tilted her head to the left, improving Mulder's access and encouraging him to continue. Her hair fell from where it had been tucked behind her ear, to rest against his cheek. A muted sound escaped her as she exhaled, her breath brushing lightly over his neck. The neck that stretched past her, tantalizingly close to her mouth. Mulder's lips slipped lower on her ear, and he gave her lobe a quick nip with his teeth, as if to provide a brief acknowledgment of a desire she hadn't even voiced, but that he wasn't ready to fulfill right now. He drew away completely for a moment. Her head was still leaning away from him and from behind the curtain of hair that had now dropped right across her face, she watched him like a hawk. Her eyes were wide-- still bewildered that Mulder had even initiated this whole act, but Mulder spotted amusement; she had obviously enjoyed it. The slight curl of her lips said it all. Mulder raised his eyebrows at his partner, his own eyes widened and bright. Dancing with a wicked kind of innocence that perhaps only Fox Mulder was truly capable of. Only he could look so boyish while his thoughts were anything but pure. The two agents exchanged looks for a few moments before Scully leaned her head back so that her hair fell away from her face, baring her throat and making sure Mulder noticed that her face was still spattered with sauce. The sauce was beginning to congeal on her face, tightening her skin uncomfortably in places. It would lose all its appeal if Mulder didn't get rid of it soon. It would lose its texture, its creamy smoothness and become just another unexciting brown substance. This was too good to waste. It was more fun than she ever imagined, being seduced by Mulder. At least, that was what he appeared to be doing. Scully couldn't think of any other reason why Mulder would be devouring barbecue sauce from various parts of her anatomy. The fleeting upward flicker of her eyes, to briefly lock with his, reflected Scully's uncertainty as to Mulder's next move. And with that, he decided to abandon his slow suave sexy approach and *really* surprise Scully. Scully gasped her shock as the full length and breadth of her partner's tongue landed on her cheek and swept its way upwards. It produced a delightful trail of warm moisture, which took on a cool but pleasurable tingle as his tongue moved away and exposed her damp skin to the air, cooling and evaporating his saliva. He took a step backward before continuing, wanting to see her reaction. Partly to make sure she was still okay with what he was doing; and partly to observe the effect of his handiwork. Either way, he wasn't disappointed. Her expression was anything but discouraging. He caught her eye as he studied her face, and saw her urge him onwards. She was also very much taken aback. The smile had temporarily faded and was replaced with a bemused frown; his attempts to surprise her had succeeded, Mulder noted with satisfaction. Mulder got back to work; his tongue working up over the ridge of her cheekbone and across her forehead, picking up several droplets en route. Devouring these greedily, he continued his path downwards this time. Scully was glad of her waterproof mascara when Mulder's tongue plastered her lashes to her cheeks with his moisture as he swept down over each of her eyelids in turn. Then he began to trace a fine path around the perfectly pencilled outline of her lips, onto which the pink-brown lip color was still immaculately applied. His precarious path was followed by the eyes of Scully who, among other things, was perpetually fascinated by his actions. She watched him move from left to right, then to the left again as his tongue traveled along its tantalizingly fine line. Her eyes slid shut on the moment when he accidentally strayed onto the sacred pink territory, sending a tiny quiver through her as she suddenly found herself wanting more than the chance wandering of a tongue. The sauce now completely cleaned away from Scully's pale features, Mulder stepped back to admire his work, as if he had just painted a great masterpiece and was studying it for flaws, any spots he may have missed. Scully's cheeks still glistened with his saliva like a newly-polished floor, but Mulder *really* felt like he deserved a pat on the back for cleaning every last drop of sauce away. Fine job, Mulder- he told himself. And boy was this good! It tasted even better on Scully than it did on the ribs. He imagined it would make a profitable trade for the town if the Church of the Red Museum ever *did* get its way with vegetarianism. Forget ribs and sauce.. Dana Scully and Sauce would be a winner every time. But.. no. This was far too good to share with the general public. Scully was still reeling from what she had just experienced, besides her amusement. It confirmed what she had suspected since very early on in their partnership.. Mulder had a strong tendency towards dog-like behavior. His loyalty knew no end, he put on that WoundedPuppyLook whenever he wanted sympathy, and now this.. He reminded her of a family dog she once had, who wouldn't hesitate to lick away the remains of dinner from anyone and anything. The symptoms were there, and this was almost.. spooky. A wide smile stretched Scully's saliva-covered face and she giggled at the thought of the whole comparison. It was a rare sound- and one that made Mulder's eyes widen in surprise. He smiled back. A silent moment passed between them, one of raised eyebrows, shared smiles and subtle, knowing glances before Mulder reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a small key. Scully had almost forgotten the cuffs, but it was a relief when Mulder turned the key and released her wrists. She stretched out her arms, which had become fairly stiff, having been trapped behind her back for what she guessed must have been almost half an hour. Mulder watched her in her new-found freedom, smirking with satisfaction. Power freak, she thought, eyeing him curiously. God, he looked cute right now. She loved how he had his hair cut lately; it gave him a beautiful boyishness that was hard to resist. Scully wondered if it felt as soft to the touch as it did to look at. He was doing his puppy-act again. A darn *sexy* puppy. Maybe a puppy wasn't the best description of Mulder at this moment. No-- there was not a dog on this earth that was capable of *this* kind of menacing look. The look that was so clearly directed towards her. Instinctively, she reached out to stroke that hair and test her theory of its softness- but he caught her arm mid-air and restrained the inquisitive limb. Her eyes caught with his and held for a moment before he lowered her arm to her side again. "Sit down, Scully," he instructed. It was the first either of them had spoken since they had started to get Scully cleaned up. She obliged to his words. It wasn't so much of a command as an invitation. An invitation she was glad to accept on behalf of her aching feet. Scully looked around her. There were two armchairs, a desk with swivel-chair, and a bed. What choice. "Where do you *want* me to sit down??" Mulder stepped away from the desk, pulled a full 360 degree turn and eyed the room's contents. After a couple of moments of careful consideration, he spoke his answer. "Ummm... Floor will do!" He gestured to the rug that was spread out in front of an empty fireplace. Scully was hesitant, having expected a more comfortable option but Mulder nodded enthusiastically, still grinning. Scully followed his instruction, seating herself on the rug. She leaned back on the support of her arms, placed her hands flat on the floor behind her and stretched out her legs in front. Mulder dropped to his knees beside her and reached across to the buttons on the soiled jacket that she still wore. As each button came undone, the jacket fell open a little more, gradually revealing an equally stained white tee-shirt top. Mulder noted that a lot of the sauce had already soaked into the fabric. He was pleased to see that his cleaning services were further required. He started to slide the jacket from Scully's shoulders; she moved her arms in co-operation with his efforts and returned her hands to the floor as he tossed the jacket aside. Mulder studied her top half. Right now, he wasn't leering. Just studying carefully, as if he was trying to figure out the best way to clean it up. Scully could think of one or two ways, and it looked as if Mulder had gone for the same idea. Great minds think alike, was the saying that was prominent in her head right at that moment. She shook her head, suppressing the urge to laugh. That was one statement that definitely was *not* true of her and Mulder under any normal circumstance. However, the idea appeared to be holding true right now. That stifled laughter finally emerged full force in the next few moments, from the deepest depths of Scully's lungs. A full, uninhibited chuckle. The reason was that Mulder had dived head-first into his task, enthusiastic to the death. He had bent over and gone for the soaked-in sauce; but he wasn't licking as he had been doing before. He was *sucking* at the cloth that covered her belly. Through the thin fabric, his mouth produced the lightest and yet most sensual of pressures on the soft skin. She could already tell he had the most wonderful mouth; even looking at the perfectly formed lips was enough to conjure up extreme possibilities. Scully closed her eyes when his tongue stabbed lightly at her. Something coiled inside her stomach as she began to give herself over to sensations and possibilities and the southward-bound rush of all the blood in her body.. The giggles took over her arousal when his mouth started to press a little too hard. Her full healthy laughter was partly due to her unstoppable ticklishness, and because of the ridiculousness of the whole incident. It was a long time since she'd laughed this hard and it felt so darn great. Only Mulder could do something like this and make her feel this way. Only Fox Mulder. Mulder, interrupted by the convulsing of Scully's body in her hysterical state, paused in his actions and looked up. Except he didn't raise his head. He only raised his eyes, so that he was peering right up at her from beneath slightly- raised and questioning eyebrows. He wasn't exactly smiling, but his lips were pulled taut in a Mulder half-grin, and his eyes were so full of.. hell. Mischief. Naughty puppy, she thought, falling quiet for a moment. Scully was trying so hard to dismiss the whole puppy-image from her mind, but found herself incapable of doing so while he was looking at her like that. Unable to hide her amusement, Scully raised an eyebrow for effect. Mulder pouted at her, his lower lip protruding like a rebuked child before he rested his head in her lap. God, thought Scully. This is too much. She burst into laughter again. Louder than before, the only sound in the small motel room. She *never* normally laughed like this. She recalled her high school days when that idiot Berwood had told her she laughed like Yogi Bear and it wasn't that she was embarrassed by the comparison but she tried to keep it under wraps in the workplace. She didn't fancy being known as Agent Yogi. And so her laughter was usually subtle, often just a smile and a nod of the head. But right now, she just couldn't help herself. Her body shook, tears ran down her face from her tightly- shut eyes and finally she couldn't bear it any more. Her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the rug to lie on her back. Mulder watched in astonishment as his partner continued to fling her head back and laugh and laugh and... It was good to see her enjoying herself. So good that he had to see her have even more fun. Scully felt Mulder's head lift away from her legs. She opened her eyes as he shuffled toward her so that they were hip to hip, Mulder sitting beside her, leaning on the support of one arm. Her laughter stopped once more and Mulder smiled down at her. "Scully.." he started ".. did anyone ever tell you that you laugh *just* like..." Her hand went over his mouth before he could finish the sentence. She glared at him, not entirely serious-- Mulder made a note to pursue the matter later on. Meanwhile, he nodded, Scully's hand still pressed across his face. It lost its contact rapidly when his tongue darted out and pushed hard into the center of her palm, leaving a wet spot on her hand. Scully beamed up at him, revealing huge dimples at the corners of her mouth that he'd never really noticed, her eyes shining with a radiance that Mulder had never seen on her before. Mulder drew his legs up in front of him, hugging his knees. "So Scully.. what do you think's going on with this case?" Scully blinked. What the hell was up with that? That he could go from erotic sauce-licking and hysterical laughter one minute, to supposedly possessed kids the next as if he were switching TV channels.. She frowned. An eyebrow twitched. "Do you have a *theory*?" Scully almost spluttered at the question. Mulder? Ask *her* if she had a theory? Then she noticed the humorous twinkle in his eye and lifted both eyebrows in recognition. "You're asking me if *I* have a theory?" she queried, entertained to no end by his bizarre question. "Well.. yes. Why is that so unusual?" Mulder received in reply that knowing Scully-look that had a smile attached to it. A small, knowing upward turn of the lips, with shining eyes, that said 'You know darn well, Fox Mulder.' But vocally, she was silent. "Do you believe in walk-ins, Agent Scully?" he whispered, in a tone of voice that should have brought his lips within an inch of her ear. However, he didn't move any closer. That was a term he never used. Other agents would often address her that way, as would Skinner and various Bureau officials. But never the way Mulder had just used the word 'agent'.. god, if anybody before had ever used that low, smoldering tone of voice to call her 'Agent Scully', she would have completely burned up with it. She pictured herself rushing from the room to stick her head in the nearest freezer and try to cool away the blush that would have spread across her face. Maybe drink several gallons of water to do away with the dryness that would overcome her throat. Heck, she felt like doing that now. "Mmmm.. no..." was all she could manage. Yeah. Her throat was definitely dry, and her cheeks were burning up like anything. "Mu--" she began, not quite sure what she was going to say next but feeling like she should say something. But she remained unable to complete her sentence. Firstly because her throat was so dry. And secondly because at that moment Mulder chose to move an arm from where it was wrapped around both his knees, and touch one finger to the side of her left breast. Her vocal cords completely seized up then, temporarily refusing to function. Scully figured it was probably for the best, doubting that her brain could come up with anything but garbled nonsense while he was... doing *that*. He raised his hand again and displayed his finger. Stained with dark brown. Mentally, she groaned. He was still sauce- wiping.. obviously there was some that hadn't soaked into the top. Still smiling idiotically at her, he sucked his fingertip. Mulder repeated the action-- obtaining more sauce from the same place on her breast, but this time he extended the finger-- the *same* finger-- towards Scully's mouth. She eyed him, her brow creased slightly in amusement. Mulder's finger was still shining with his own saliva, crowned with the tiny globule of sauce he'd just picked up, the length of it smeared with yet more of the brown substance. Moving closer.. closer.. so tempting-- the sauce, the man. What the hell. After a moment's hesitation, Scully finally moved an unsteady hand from her side, slowly at first--and then the urge overtook her. She grasped Mulder's wrist, yanking his arm towards her, thrusting his finger into her mouth. Circling the digit with her tongue, tasting that sauce. Oh, that *sauce*... She realized she hadn't even been able to taste the stuff since they'd been in the restaurant. It was Mulder who had been getting it all. She'd almost forgotten how good it was, and was determined she wasn't going to let herself forget again. She suckled hard on Mulder's finger, completely taking it into her mouth and tightly closing her lips around the root, making sure she got every last drop of that sauce. Not sparing even the tiniest amount. His expression had changed from mere surprise at her sudden action, to a wide smile. What the hell was up with that, she wondered. The smirk was plastered all the way across his face. His eyes held amazement, amusement. Affection. And definitely arousal. Scully released the finger but not before giving the tip one final flick with her tongue. Mulder's expression became serious again as he examined the finger and nodded, pleased with the outcome of that little venture. "So..." he continued. "We were talking about these walk-ins. Do you believe in enlightened spirits Scully?" Scully's spirit was feeling a little *enlightened* right now. She gave a brief nod, but making it obvious with a grin that she retained her skepticism. Mulder closed his eyes briefly and nodded "Do you believe it's possible for someone to be possessed by an *animal* spirit?" The evidence was right before her. Huskily, she voiced her answer, looking him steadily in the eye. Her vocal cords seemed to have recovered from earlier. "I don't see why not." end part one O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O Wickedly Innocent (2/3) by Nessie O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O Mulder stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing the ankles and shifting himself to adjust before he continued speaking. "Scully.. remember in the restaurant... you- um-" He stopped and faltered for words. "I-- *what,* Mulder?" Yes, she was definitely feeling back on form after her initial speechlessness. Not that Scully could be blamed for her surprise at her partner's little barbecue sauce games, and then how stunned she had been that it appeared to be more than a game. She could quite enjoy this.. in fact, the tables seemed to have turned slightly. She had obviously taken him aback by playing him at his own game a few moments earlier, and had thrown him just a little off course. Why should that have surprised him? she wondered. She nodded at him to continue. "Just before the table collapsed Scully, you..." "Ah..." She opened her mouth and silently spoke the word. She'd almost forgotten the pain in her stomach from where the table had landed.. but it wasn't all that bad, save for the few bruises she expected to get from the fall. And she knew *exactly* what Mulder was getting at. She sat up and nodded. At Scully's approval, Mulder tugged the tee-shirt from where it was tucked into her skirt, and pulled it up. She raised her arms above her head, allowing Mulder to slide the garment right up and over until the upper half of her body was covered by nothing but a white cotton bra. Mulder's eyes widened- not in surprise; he had been fully expecting the sauce on her chest. The sauce that earlier on she had dropped so tantalizingly beneath the top she had been wearing, was now smeared by its contact with the fabric of her shirt, colorfully coating the valley that was Scully's cleavage. Mulder's stomach growled as he realized he was still hungry. =Starving,= in fact. Without wasting another second of precious time, he got back to business. He grasped Scully's upper arms and urged her to the floor again, following her in descent. He lowered his head and commenced his attack. Directly in the middle. Up, down, his tongue on her chest. Then to the left. Following the brown trail, up the slope, devouring everything in his path but never venturing further than the bounds of the silk garment. And then to the other side, the exact same motion. Up, and then back again to the center. Scully's breaths were more like short gasps as Mulder's tongue glided across her chest and then downward, following a small rivulet of sauce that must have trickled down while she was standing. Down.. down.. down. As he ventured beneath her ribcage and down her belly, it began to tickle again. It had been bad enough on the sensitive skin between her breasts, but now Mulder had gotten to her tummy and his tongue was pressing harder against her. Scully's stomach muscles tightened as she tried not to succumb to her own ticklishness. His tongue traveled lower, close to the waistband of her skirt, but when it jabbed into her navel it was all too much. Her hands flew to his hair, embedding themselves in its softness-- proving her correct that it *was* as silky as it looked. And she started to laugh again, her body this time folding in two as she doubled over, her knees flying towards her chest and almost crushing Mulder's head. He groaned from her stomach. "Sorry!" she laughed, hearing his cries as she released him. When she did, his hair was rumpled; spiked in a million different directions and just begging to be smoothed over. She reached out to do just that. Scully muttered another apology as she attempted to rearrange the soft strands into some kind of order. "You disrupted my investigation, Agent Scully," he complained. "But Mulder.." she pointed out in mock horror, gazing down at her own body. "There's nothing left to investigate." "A-ha!" he exclaimed as he leapt up from the floor, hastening toward his coat which had been tossed onto the bed. He looked like an excited little boy as he eagerly searched his pockets, finally retrieving what he had been looking for. A small plastic tub. Made of clear plastic, through which Scully could see red-brown-- God. Crafty bastard. "Mul-- wha--" Damn it, what were the words? What had she meant to say? "You got that when--?" He beamed at her. "When I rushed back to the restaurant. Managed to finagle us a free *gift* in-- shall we call it... compensation?" This man was unbelievable, thought Scully. Not only had he got them a free meal, but he'd had extras thrown in-- and all because of their kinky little BBQ sauce games! And all in aid of some more, she added to that thought. To top it all off, he'd retrieved a teaspoon from the other pocket. "You must have made a good Boy Scout, Mulder," Scully observed. "No... I just know when to be prepared," he stated calmly as he walked to stand above her, attempting to pull the lid away from the container. "Pass it here, Mulder." Scully held out her hand. "No, it's okay.. I can... do... it---" His voice strained as he tugged on the lid. He pulled harder and harder, the plastic edge digging into the soft flesh of his fingertips until-- *crack!* The lid jerked away but Mulder lost his grip, allowing the tub to drop to the floor. Brown viscous goo plastered itself down his white shirt. Mulder stared in disbelief, wringing his hands in horror-- but then he paused and looked down at Scully. And he wasn't thinking about dry-cleaning bills any more. Scully got up and crouched at Mulder's feet. She picked up the plastic pot. Dipping one finger in, she tasted. Mmmm.... She took some more and was about to engorge that too when she felt a gentle nudging at her foot. She looked down to see that Mulder was kicking her lightly, and upon looking up at him, found that he had his hands on his hips. He shook his head at her and pointed out the mess on his front. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O Scully rose from squatting position to stand firmly on her two feet and look Mulder directly in the eye. "Mulder. You might go for that sort of thing.. but I don't. I flatly refuse to suck that sauce away from your shirt". She cleaned off her finger. Mulder raised an eyebrow at her, letting off a small affectionate smile and shaking his head at her again. As if to say, 'No Scully. That's not quite what I had in mind...' Reaching to his throat, he unfastened the knot of his tie, pulled the strip of fabric free from the collar of the shirt, and draped it over her shoulder. "Scully... who said anything about shirts?" And with that, he proceeded to unbutton. Starting at the top, working downwards. One by one, the buttons popped free, revealing more and more of Mulder's chest, pleasantly tanned in contrast with the crisp whiteness of the garment. Or its previous whiteness; the shirt was now very much soaked through with sauce. But it wasn't just the shirt. "Look Scully... I spilt it down my front too..." Mulder pouted, feigning upset. Pleading at her, appealing to her with his eyes as he pulled the shirt open so that Scully could see the entire front of his upper body. Too right he had. There it was, trickling from the center of his chest, all the way down to his stomach, and it still hadn't stopped. It was moving further down, heading for the waistband of his pants. "Please don't let it stain.." he begged her. "Stop it, Scull-eee..." Obligingly, she reached out with her right forefinger to bring the trail of liquid to a halt. But he grabbed her wrist as he had done earlier. "No," was all he said, releasing her arm and pushing his fingers roughly through her hair in an indication of what he had *meant* her to do. The sauce had taken a path around the his navel, across his stomach. It encountered only the smooth ripple of tightly toned muscles, sliding past the tiny indentation at his waist and heading for collision with the narrow line of dark hair that led down from there to meet with his pants. Fortunately, Mulder's wore his trousers low, hanging from his hips; and this allowed Scully the luxury of time before the sauce trickled too far. It was a pity that she took even more time to compose herself before, kneeling, she leaned in and flicked her tongue against his stomach. But it was too late-- she managed to halt the flow, but not before the tiny river ventured below his loosely-belted trousers. Scully stared in dismay at the disappearing brown trail before she pressed her lips to the same spot, working her way up his torso, following the brown path. Her tongue pressed into his belly and chest at intervals, causing his muscles to jump beneath her mouth. It was as if she had applied a pair of electrodes to his skin rather than her lips and tongue. It ended at the center of his chest, precisely the right height for Scully, the spot that her mouth was naturally on a level with. Daringly, she pressed a small kiss to this point, terminating the journey. Finishing it off properly, and causing him to shudder slightly, his hands flying from his sides to grab her shoulders as if for support, before releasing her. "All better now?" she queried, amused at his reactions. Mulder let off a heavy sigh in answer, nodding and grinning at her, although it didn't escape Scully for a second that he was a little shaken. Giddy, perhaps. She smiled at him, knowing. Silence passed for several seconds as the two agents stood facing one another in the center of the motel room. She topless, save for the white undergarment, and he with his shirt open, hanging from his broad shoulders and exposing his fine upper body. It was Mulder who finally spoke. His gaze was directed downwards. But below Scully's eyes. Past Scully, in fact. He had focused on the spilled pot of sauce on the floor, and before Scully had time to comment and tell Mulder that she was running out of sauce games, and out of the patience to keep on playing them-- he had picked it up along with the spoon that had dropped with it. And then he moved away from Scully, dipping the metal utensil deep into the small pot, retrieving it coated in sauce and then taking it into his mouth. Completely, fully, until it looked as if he would swallow the spoon itself. His eyelids dropped shut with the sheer pleasure of its taste, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. Until finally he pulled the spoon away, cleaned thoroughly, wet from his mouth. And his eyes opened, grinning at her when he had swallowed. He handed her the pot, nodding with childish enthusiasm and offering the spoon in his other hand. Heck, she wasn't going to refuse entire spoonfuls of this stuff. No way. Scully grabbed both the objects offered to her and dug the spoon into the pot. She raised her hands and lowered her head to make the path to her mouth shorter. "Mmmmm.." she murmured, swallowing nodding back at him with the double of his enthusiasm. Before even this action was complete, the urge overtook her and she went for more. Mulder pulled the pot away. He coaxed the spoon gently from her right hand and she reluctantly released both items from her grip, pouting at him. That stuff was so good! True, it was a little strong when you first tasted it. A little hot; assaulted the taste-buds-- but it was an acquired taste, and one that both Scully and Mulder had acquired over the last hour or so. It tasted good with or without the ribs onto which Clay's traditionally spread it. Scully watched Mulder take the next spoonful of sauce, amused by the playfulness that lit up his eyes and had been there all evening. It wasn't something she saw often in him; despite the dry humor she had come to expect from him while out on a case, his expression would remain serious as he focused on the work. It was only in quieter moments, perhaps in the office or over lunch, when this other side of Mulder would show through. It was as if part of him regressed several years, producing in part the twelve-year old his family had known just before his sister was taken. Devious, boyish, enigmatic. Not the tormented man that she knew. It was good to see him escape all that, enjoy himself and forget his troubles for a while. Mulder pulled the spoon away from the pot, grinning like an idiot. But from the direction his hand was traveling, he made it obvious that this spoonful wasn't meant for him. It was aimed directly at her. Scully's chin ducked down momentarily in humor as she nodded, closing her eyes and smiling in acknowledgment of his intentions, before lifting her head again. Mulder nudged the spoon gently against her lips, which she parted only slightly to allow the spoon and contents to slip in, closing again and looking wide-eyed up at Mulder. And then she loosened the grip of her mouth to release the spoon; lips sliding over the metal and cleaning away every last trace. It became a game. Scully in turn, fed sauce to Mulder. He fed it back to her... and so it continued, each reciprocating the other's gesture. Until the pot was almost finished. And there was only enough left for one more spoonful. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O "I =got= us the stuff--" Mulder protested as Scully clutched onto the almost-empty plastic pot for dear life, spoon poised. "Yes, Mulder. =But,= .. a, You got the first spoonful, and b, You got the *last* spoonful. And c-- You were the one getting all the sauce in the restaurant. So it =must= be my turn." "But that doesn't change the fact that *I* was the one who got us a free meal. =Free,= Scully. I was the one who explained to the waitress while *you* just stood there covered in the stuff... and I might I remind you that I was the one who ran back to get a whole pot of this stuff!" Mulder tapped the almost-empty tub twice with his index finger, as if to accentuate his words. His eyebrows were arched, creasing his forehead as he attempted to convince Scully that he was right. Not for the first time, either. "Well you didn't exactly leave me much choice about that, did you?" she shot back at him. "You *cuffed* me, for God's sakes! I think that alone should earn me the sauce." "Admit it, Scully, the whole thing was MY idea. If it hadn't been for me, we wouldn't be standing here like this. Anyway-- you'd at least get the pleasure of feeding it to me!" Scully, shaking her head slowly, grimaced at Mulder. Giving him a look that said 'No way, pal' but that still served to tease him with its wickedness. She didn't even know why she was bothering to argue with him over this. She was the one holding the sauce. Short of using violence, he couldn't stop her from getting that last spoonful-- and she knew he'd never resort to that. She wasn't going to bother arguing it any more. It was hers, and she was going to use her advantage. Defiantly, Scully scraped the remaining sauce from inside the pot. She noted with satisfaction that there was just enough left for one spoonful. All that remained in the plastic vessel were a few scrapings. He could always lick that out, she smugly reminded herself. Mulder watched in horror as the spoon disappeared into his partner's mouth and emerged sparkling clean, save for a tiny smear which she deftly retrieved with a flick of the tongue before he had the chance to mention it. She was grinning at him, satisfied with winning this little conflict. For all the times that *he* had been right, this was one little victory she held over him. Or so she thought. Mulder's mind was rapidly ticking over, and he knew there was only one path of action open to him. And it wasn't too late; she hadn't swallowed. He did. He gulped-- hard-- as he mentally pushed aside anything that might have stopped him, and went for that sauce. Scully stared up at Mulder, trying to work out which physiological reflex had prevented her from swallowing her last mouthful. Stepping towards her, he took a rough hold of her upper arms. He realized that his grip was a little too tight, but there were important issues at stake here. There was barbecue sauce to be fought for, and no time to spare. Mulder lowered his head and pressed his lips hard against her mouth. Scully remained tense for a moment, the muscles of her arms rock hard under his grip before Mulder felt her relax a little against him, giving her permission for the battle to continue. The empty pot dropped to the floor. At her consent, his tongue found the opening to her mouth and pried her lips apart. His slippery appendage gained its entry to her mouth and began on its mission. To seek out the sauce. That wasn't difficult. She tasted of it; entirely and almost overpoweringly. He lapped greedily inside her, sucking, tasting, still exploring her cavity, until he found what he was looking for. There was almost an entire spoonful, tucked inside her cheek the way a hamster would store its food, spreading its flavor throughout her and, through their bodily connection, into him. Having caught her off guard, Mulder had no problem in expertly sweeping up what he was looking for and drawing the sauce into his own mouth. Was Scully going to give in *that* easily? No way. She swiped her tongue along his, attempting to retrieve what had been stolen from her; what was rightfully hers. Rising to the tips of her toes, she reached around to the back of Mulder's neck to pull his head down lower, enabling her to push her tongue yet deeper into his mouth, making her job easier. Close.. oh so close-- she could taste it, she could feel it.. With a flick of the tongue, Scully finally got back what she had been searching so desperately for.. to find that she only had a small portion. He was even trying to get even that back from her--! Haven't you ever heard of sharing, Mulder? she thought, as her tongue continued its relentless battle against his-- pushing further and further into each others mouths all the time, their lips sliding wetly together, not having parted since their initial fusion. Both were too determined to win and afraid that to break away would result in losing the fight. Eventually, through consistent transfer and persistent warfare between the two of them, they both noticed that the sauce was gone. Dissolved, swallowed, whatever. Somehow, it had gotten more or less evenly divided out, ending their game. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O end part 2 O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O "Wickedly Innocent" (3/3) by Nessie O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O Game, indeed. Was it still a game? Scully asked herself. It was unlike any game that she'd ever played. She stepped from Mulder slightly, gasping for air. "God-- Mu-- That *sauce* was so--" Words failed her. "I know, Scully..." he panted back, wondering if he was still talking about sauce "I've never-- *wow*.." He was feeling a little breathy himself. He frowned for a moment, concentrating and making a slight chewing motion. "Hey Scully... can you still taste it?" Scully paused, concentrating on her own taste-buds for a moment. "No... why? Can you?" Mulder nodded, licking his lips and smiling. Scully looked up at him, her heavy breaths warming his face as she whispered, "Then share it." She leaned her head upwards to meet him halfway, and in a matter of milliseconds their lips were reunited. At first it was a slow movement, a re-introduction, a prelude to the moment in which Scully thrust her tongue up again. God.. He was right. He still tasted of it. . . and this time he was more than willing to share. His tongue stroked along the length of hers; in response she pushed up against him and into the depths of their moist union, swallowing the low sound that something desperate and urgent inside him was trying to emit. Scully's arms, still partly restrained by Mulder's hands, shifted and her hands drifted down to his hips, under his shirt, grasping and kneading the muscles along the side of his torso. His grip tightened, denying Scully's arms the freedom to wrap themselves around him and to embrace him completely. And she was about to voice a protest to that when she sensed that she was shifting backwards, almost stumbling over her own heels at the sudden movement. Mulder's busy hands guided her across the room, his mouth slipping away from hers as their backward journey took his lips on their own travel, across familiar territory as he scattered tiny wet kisses across her face, around her mouth and on the corner of her jaw. Scully groaned with the pain of wood digging against her ass and the pleasure of his hips slamming into hers as she collided with the desk. He continued to press her between himself and the tabletop, his mouth never ceasing its attack, gliding down to her throat. Not yet-- oh god, she needed to feel Mulder's mouth on hers again. She dug her fingers into his hair, dragging his head upwards to meet her again. A hot current flowed between them as teeth clashed, lips burning with the friction of their joining. Scully's hands flew to his forearms, urging his hands away so that she could reach around him beneath his shirt, encircling him and skidding her hands up and down his damp back. His own hands grabbed each side of her bare waist, holding her hips against his as he thrust against her over and over, slowly, almost painfully. He was already so hard and continued to grow harder, throbbing ceaselessly through his pants and boxers against her naked stomach Scully ducked downwards, escaping Mulder's mouth and pushed him away from her a little. At first he thought she was pushing him away completely; but then her hands slipped upward and she started to slide the shirt off his shoulders. His hands remained on her, making it impossible for her to remove the garment completely. She was about to urge his hands away from her waist when he stepped in closer again. Right up close, so that the wall of his chest was before her eyes. The shirt was soon forgotten. Where she had earlier so meticulously cleaned him up, Scully now smelled nothing but him-- his skin. She dipped her head to taste; all that registered with her taste-buds now was what his own body had produced; the moist sheen of sweat that covered him-- salty, slightly sweet. The tiny bristles of his chest hair tickled her upper lip as she brushed her mouth across him, barely touching skin until she encountered a nipple. She took the tiny nodule into her mouth and pulled lightly, teasing him gently with her tongue. Before she had time to realized that his hands had moved upward, the clasp of her bra was opened and the straps were slithering down her arms with the assistance of Mulder's supple hands. She removed her own hands to allow her undergarment to drop to the floor, and already he had dipped his head lower to return her gesture, albeit less sparingly. He found that his mouth was capable of covering most of Scully's small breast and he suckled hard. She cried out at the overpoweringly wet sensation and gripped his shoulders. His mouth slid up the curve of her until it rested only on the nipple, where he continued his oral activity. And then the touch of his mouth was so soft, so barely even existent, that she moaned with that too, writhing slowly in his arms. The arousal that rushed through her was almost an ache; the feeling of him pulsing insistently against her combined with the loving care administered to her breast was slowly driving her out of her mind. It was a dull throb at her center; between her legs-- that needed him, needed to feel more of him, wanted him on her, inside of her. She felt another eruption at her core add to her already soaking panties. One of Scully's hands curled possessively about Mulder's ass, cupping a firm buttock and urging him to her again, gently massaging the lean muscle beneath her fingertips. The other traveled down to the zipper of his pants, the efficient little doctor-hand making easy work of opening his fly, ignoring the dried patch of sauce he had spilled earlier in the restaurant. A ceaseless shower of hot little kisses was sprinkled across her chest and stomach as she urged the trousers from their low perch on his hips. Mulder's hands left her briefly to shove the pants down his legs and shifted his feet to step out and push them aside. He administered a light kiss to the tip of each of her breasts before traveling upwards again. He pressed a hot, hard kiss to her mouth but before she had ample time to respond in full, he was traveling across her face, to her temple. Scully gasped as he sucked on her earlobe, drawing the soft flesh between his teeth and stabbing it lightly with his tongue, a fulfillment of an earlier promise. Scully's hands had paused for a moment on his hips as she savored the sensations his mouth was provoking. But now she moved back into action, reaching down to stroke his heat through the thin cotton of his boxers. They were green-- a dark forest-green that complemented his lean body perfectly, she noted. She felt as well as heard the sudden intake of breath close to her ear as her hand caressed him slowly through the flimsy fabric. She squeezed his shaft lightly and her name escaped his lips as if he were praying to her. Pleased at his response, Scully moved her hand away and to the waistband of the boxers when she felt the slightly wet stickiness on her palm. Sauce. The tiny stream that had escaped beneath his clothing. It still stained his boxers. Mulder had moved away from her ear, and she realized that he was watching her. Not just watching her. He was burning her, she realized. His eyes, his hands, his lips were building an inferno inside her. Everywhere-- flames were lapping in her belly, her chest, her thighs. Even her toes were smoldering inside the black pumps she still wore. Looking him straight in the eye, she raised that slightly sticky hand and drew her tongue slowly, enticingly across her own flesh. Mulder's eyes widened and his lower lip quivered as if he were trying to speak but didn't have the capability right now. She knew how he felt. Her eyes left his as she lowered herself, dropping to the floor so that she knelt before him. And leaning forward, into him, Scully did what Mulder had least expected her to do at this particular moment. She wrapped her arms around his hips and held him. She could almost hear the rush of blood beneath her ear as his erection pressed against her left temple. She felt his need, she felt her own, but she also sensed that he was prepared to wait these few moments with her. In fact, it seemed that he welcomed it, for his hands moved downward to stroke her hair gently, caress her neck and run his hand over her bare shoulders. When she finally raised her head to look up at him, Mulder dropped to his knees beside her and, holding her to him, kissed her softly and slowly. Her lips yielded to him and for those few moments there was nothing but the sound of lips touching, sliding, parting again-- of breaths taken in, breaths released and shared. Scully barely noticed the quiet glide of his hands from their resting place on the back of her shoulders, to the zipper of her skirt. Before she knew it, she was crumbling under his touch again and her skirt was pooled around her knees on the floor, rapidly followed by her pantyhose as she continued to kiss him, reliving the experience of his tongue dancing over hers and teasing the inside of her lower lip. Her hands returned to the almost-forgotten shirt, sliding underneath the cotton he moved his arms away briefly as it silently slipped to the ground. In a smooth movement, Scully drew back adjusted herself so that she was seated on the floor, reaching down to pull the remaining garments from her legs, along with her shoes. With the aid of Mulder's hands, soon she wore nothing but her wet panties; even without looking directly at his face she could sense his eyes resting on the remaining scrap of cotton. She wasn't looking at his face because her attention had traveled back to the brown stain on his boxers, which had almost been forgotten. Mulder let out a long throaty groan as Scully bent toward his still-kneeling form and swept her tongue across him, feeling him quiver and shake under her as he struggled for control "Scully.." he muttered under the heavy breath that he let out. Her tongue continued its artistic caress, painting tiny circles across him, dragging more heavily up the length of him until he was gripping handfuls of her sweat-damped hair, until he was pulling her away from his burning flesh, dragging her up to meet him, pushing himself down and kissing her roughly, holding her head in one hand as if her neck no longer had the strength to do the job, and slipping the other down the back of her panties, cupping and squeezing one muscular mound and then reaching around to afford the other the same treatment. He swallowed every gasp she produced, disallowing any moan to escape anywhere other than into him. They exchanged every breath, and those breaths got heavier as he finally succeeded in slipping his wandering hand around to the front to invade her damp curls, finding her wetter than he could have possibly expected, and the wetness of her panties dampening the back of his hand as he slipped his slender fingers over her, around her, pulling back for a moment to tease and play with the tiny coils of hair as he spread her moisture. And then he slipped two fingers inside her hot, slick cave to find what he had been seeking; the source of her wetness. His thumb found her clitoris and, as if he had pressed a button somewhere, she thrust herself into his hand. He traced over and around the tiny bud, relishing the fact that he was controlling the every move of Dana Katherine Scully right now. She was buzzing, sparking with electricity from head to toe, a hot glow radiating outward from Mulder's hand to every extremity on her body. Her hips pushed uncontrollably into his palm with every move he made, and then he withdrew his hand, fingers sweeping almost undetectably over her taut knot of nerves upon exit. Almost undetectably; it served to push her so close to the edge, she knew that if he did that again she wasn't going to last a moment longer. Without a second's hesitation, Scully reached for Mulder's boxers and began to yank them down from his hips. "Aw... Scully!" he griped as the thin cotton caught painfully over his unyielding erection. She bit back a laugh and pulled the boxers away gently, applying a small kiss to his tip as she might have comforted an injured child. Mulder stroked her hair affectionately and she smiled, suddenly shy. Suddenly very conscious of the fact that, save for her panties, she was completely exposed to Fox Mulder and he was exposed to her. Very exposed. She took his hand and stood, pulling the man before her to his feet, wrapping him in her arms once again to inhale the pure, natural scent that only he was capable of producing. This time the trail of kisses up his chest and neck led straight to his lower lip, where she pulled, sucked, nibbled, licked until she wrapped both arms around his neck and attacked his mouth completely, sparing his already- swollen lips no bruises as she devoured him, pushing them in the direction of the bed-- or at least the direction she *hoped* was the bed; not sparing any of her energy or attention in finding out for sure where the bed was. They stumbled blindly across the room, several times almost tripping on one anothers' feet. Mouths wandered and hands clutched as they found themselves in the home stretch, Scully steering them towards where the remaining scrap of logic in her head was guessing the bed would be. Mulder's hands were deftly working her panties from her hips, a difficult job while they were moving and while Scully's mouth was attached to his neck, but somehow he succeeded in slipping the soaking undergarment off her, pushing it down as far as he could reach. The mattress was soft, yielding behind Mulder's knees, a relief to feel. He was able to steady himself and turn them around so that they fell in unison, Scully beneath him. It took her one sharp kick of her legs and a deft maneuver of her feet to remove her last remaining underwear. Mulder rolled away from her to bring himself completely onto the bed; instantly missing his skin on hers, she echoed his movement and then grabbed his shoulders to pull him atop her again, one of his thighs landing between hers. She ran her hands down his back, over the tight twin hills of his ass and onto his thighs until she could reach no further. Then her hands traveled back up again to encircle his chest. He reached for her arm and pulled it away, unlocking her fingers-- instead moving her hand down between them so that she could wrap her fingers around the silken skin of his shaft. She squeezed. He moaned. She tightened her grip again and again, over and over, each clenching of the fingers producing a more urgent, guttural sound from him until his eyelids were dropping shut and the only thing in Mulder's world was Scully's hand and he was ready to give himself over to whatever she wanted... until he took hold of her wrist and she raised her head. It wasn't just her ears that his moans were assaulting; his voice only continued to add to the slow approach of her own insanity as she gripped him harder, faster. She stopped and met his eyes, seeing a desperate man above her. Once again, his lips tried to form words but no sound could escape. She could only guess that he was saying her name. But she understood. Her grip on his aching member easing off a little, the arm around his shoulders pulled him just a bit closer as she parted her legs and guided him towards her. His face sank into Scully's shoulder as his tip touched against where he most wanted to be, his lips pressing into her skin. And then her hand slipped out from between them and cupped his ass. Mulder couldn't hold back any longer. Urged on by Scully's right hand, reassured and held close by the left one, he drove into her with a loud cry. Scully's head pressed back into the mattress as she breathed his name. Mulder's mouth covered hers and fed hungrily from her as he drew back and repeated the motion-- pulling back slowly, teasingly and then slamming his hips into hers, again and again as her tongue caressed the roof of his mouth. The hand slipped from his shoulder and joined its companion in aiding his thrusts, pulling him deeper into her while her hips matched the motion of his. Her fingers skidded across his slippery skin, her mouth growing more insistent as, in her own travels towards her completion she pulled him along with her. His face returned to her neck, his mouth carrying out a light dance on the soft skin, making her inner muscles clench around him and her head roll to one side, then back again so that her chin came to rest on his shoulder. Mulder was going crazy. He was sure of it. His movements soon ceased to carry any rhythm, had lost all pattern but still Scully's hips continued to match his as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. Until he finally felt her give way and her own motions became wild, convulsing beneath him like a trapped animal eager for release. Her short nails scraped the skin of his back as she attempted to touch every part of him. Her pelvic muscles squeezed him tighter, harder with their own reflexive rhythm that set off his climax too. He joined her in something like insanity, furiously pumping his body fluids into her as the waves gripped his body along with hers; she was calling his name from somewhere in the back of his mind and he was calling her back, repeating her name over and over in case the whole mind-numbing experience caused him to forget it.. Still embedded in her, Mulder collapsed and dropped his head onto the sheet, next to hers as they both took a few silent minutes to allow ragged breathing to recover. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O Once recovered, Mulder leaned across Scully and planted a small soft kiss on her mouth. She smiled against him, returned the kiss and ruffled his hair before turning away, pressing her bare back against his chest and pulling his arm across her waist. He reached for one of the folded sheets at the end of the bed and shook it open, draping it over the two of them and hugging her closer. "Scully.... do you see what I see?" he murmured quietly into her ear. "Where?" "Um... on the floor, Scully. You-- um-- you dropped it" Scully smiled when her eyes came to rest on the empty pot. The pot which, when opened, had released a whole lot more than just barbecue sauce. O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O THE END O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O=O I would love feedback. So... if you liked it or hated it or laughed at it or if you just like barbeque sauce, then write me. What the hell. Write to me anyway at: k at k dot homeunix dot net (please replace "k" with "hel") Flames will be used to burn Chris Carter's hair if I don't like the season 5 premiere : ) ..and if you don't hear back from me within a few days, I've either been trying to get a life (not recommended) or they've kicked me out of college.