Disclaimer: Yeah, right. Like these characters are mine. Category: VA Classification: Mulder/Scully UST Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: Not a one. Archive: Gossamer. Others ask me. Feedback: Knock yourself out. Summary: Spontaneity should come with a warning. Thanks to Brandon, Louise, Robbie, and Paulette for the nitpicking and praise. :-) "Undone" (1/1) by Lisa (haven599@msn.com) Impulsive. That's the one word description of what brought her to his apartment tonight toting a bottle of wine. Not thinking. Not worrying. Every action has its consequences. She would find out what those were soon enough. The evening began with a couple of drinks. Talking. Laughing. A refreshing change from the usual. Very innocent. For a while. Sometime during the evening he had switched to something stronger than wine. She couldn't remember what it was now, but he only had a couple of glasses of its contents. Her wine bottle was now sitting on the narrow table in front of them, all but empty. Funny, she didn't recall drinking that much. And he only had one or two glasses with her earlier in the evening. Ok, perhaps getting drunk was in the back of her mind when she made the journey over to his apartment. Just to see what happened. Just to see how far it would go. No more laughing tonight. She was past that stage. It did make him smile. She enjoyed that, even through her wine-addled brain. Now they were way past the humor portion of the evening. The buttons on her expensive black silk blouse were undone. She was warm. A weak excuse for undoing her blouse, but she wanted to see his reaction. The heat had more to do with her beverage of choice and the man beside her than anything else. She stretched her arms above her head, causing her auburn hair to spread itself over the pillows of the couch. Her hands gripped the back of its leather arm as she gazed at him through hooded lashes. Her companion seemed entranced by her unconventional actions. His eyes were dark, aroused. His fingers traced a path up and down her leg. A soft sound escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as her fingers gripped the couch a little tighter. Her heart thudded in her chest and blood pounded in her ears, but she managed to open her eyes. She needed to see this. He had shifted himself so he was sitting on the edge of the couch, his thigh pressed against hers. His hand crept its way up to her stomach, caressing the soft skin. Very close to the silky bra she wore, but not touching it. She wished it would. She downed the last sip of red wine, her eyes never leaving his. The glass slipped through her unsteady fingers and landed on its side, unbroken. He moved closer as if he was going to kiss her. Her eyes slid shut once again and she felt his lips in the space between her breasts. Visions played through her mind. Visions of lying on his bed, his lips teasing and tormenting every inch of her body. Her arms came alive and made their way around his shoulders, her fingers lacing through his dark hair. His lips were soft. Warm. She wondered if he could taste the perfume she sprayed on this morning. His unshaven skin felt prickly against her own. Almost abrasive in its nature. As his mouth continued its worship of her, she whispered his name drowsily. Then again. And once more. A bit louder. Those warm lips continued up her chest to her neck. His hand slipped the blouse off to the side before pressing a kiss on her shoulder blade. Then down her arm. She felt so uninhibited. Desirable. Not like herself. He stopped. She looked at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, but also something else: hesitancy. The circumstances weren't right to finish this properly; this seduction they were beginning. Even in her inebriated state, she agreed with him. No matter how much she wanted this right now, and she wanted it very badly, he wouldn't let it continue. He always knew what was best for her. He stroked her hair away from her face as if in apology for stopping the fun so abruptly. The look on his face confirmed it. She kissed him gently on the forehead, but instead of releasing him, she brought his head down to rest between her breasts. Shifting over on the narrow couch, she made room for her would-be lover to stretch out between her legs for the remainder of the night. It was an impulsive decision. **** END (1/1)