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Title: Petals and Silk Summary: Valentine's Day, minus William Thanks: Nancy and Mortis, as always Note: This is set in The Eyes of a Child universe but you do not have to have read it to enjoy this one. I'd like it if you did though, and dropped me a line. Mulder/Scully Residence Mulder shifted the two bags containing the Chinese take-out – the take-out Scully had insisted upon, from a restaurant almost thirty minutes away – into one arm and fumbled for his keys. Adroitly flipping through them one-handed, he located the house key and fit it into the lock. Stepping inside the house, it was immediately apparent that something was different. Not dangerous different, or alarming different, but different all the same. Standing stock still, controlling his breathing, he listened, and felt. The atmosphere felt charged. Heavy with anticipation and more. There were few lights on, and the house was quiet, except for the faint strands of music drifting down from upstairs. When he had left just over an hour ago, Scully and William had been playing in the den, lying on a blanket spread on the floor and surrounded by toys. Scully had still been in her business suit from work, and William was wearing a cute FBI sweatshirt and pants. Their son was normally put down in his crib for the night at 8:30, but Scully had said she would wait for him to return with the food before doing so. Maybe she was just bathing William in preparation for his bedtime. But that did not explain the excited adrenaline now coursing through his veins, or the quickened beat of his heart. Heading quickly to the kitchen, Mulder moved to deposit the bags of food on the counter. His attention was arrested by the sight of a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes prominently visible on said counter. A slow grin curved his lips. Things made much more sense now. Scully's insistence on that particular restaurant, instead of the one right around the corner - now clearly an obvious ploy to get him out of the house while she set things up. The look in her eyes and the bounce in her step, the husky pitch to her voice. God, he loved when Scully made the moves. He was already seduced, and he hadn't even seen her yet. Dropping the bags heavily and uncaringly onto the table instead, he shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it in the general direction of one of the chairs. It fell to the floor with a plop, and he left it there. Who had time to tidy up when there was nooky to be made? Toeing off his running shoes, he scooped up the two flutes in one hand, cradling them in his palm, and the champagne in the other, and began to dance-walk his way out of the kitchen. Spinning around just as he reached the doorway, he went back to the table and plucked a rose from the vase sitting center stage. He had sent Scully a dozen red roses earlier in the day, and he knew she wouldn't mind the sacrifice of one. Resuming his suave footwork, Mulder left the kitchen and headed upstairs. The sight of Scully's suit jacket hanging on the newel post at the bottom of the stairs only gave him slight pause - she had probably had her hands full with William. Having spied something pooled on one of the steps, he stopped partway up the stairs. He had to put the champagne bottle down to pick the item up, and almost dropped the flutes when he realized it was Scully's blouse. The one she had been wearing when he had left to go pick-up the Chinese food. His breath left him in a noisy whoosh, and he rubbed the silk garment between his fingers before raising it to his face and trailing its soft coolness over his cheek and jaw. With anticipation making his fingers tremble slightly, he let the blouse fall back down, and picked up the champagne once more, climbing the last few risers. There at the top was another article of Scully's clothing - her skirt. After a momentary pause to imagine her shimmying it down her hips and lifting her still high-heel clad feet free of the linen material, he stepped over it. It was important she still wore the heels in this picture. He found it an incredible turn-on when Scully humored him and wore only her heels and her bra and panties. Their bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, taking up the entire back of the house, and Mulder could see that the door was closed. William's door, however, was wide open, and the room dark. Which confirmed his suspicions that their son had been spirited away by a helpful Cupid. A swell of music rose to a crescendo, drawing his attention to the partially open bathroom door, from where the sound emanated. The light that also escaped was low, and flickering - candlelight. Oh, Scully. His mind readily supplied him with another image, one of his many, many favorites. Scully with her hair piled sexily atop her head, lying neck-deep in a bubble bath, the room lit only by candles. Swallowing thickly, he resumed walking. He had not gone far when he came upon the first piece of Scully's underthings - two gossamer-thin silk stockings. A foot or so away from those was her bra, a confection of pale pink satin and lace. He actually staggered, bumping lightly into the wall, and had to hug the champagne bottle to his chest. A few slow, deep breaths, and he was more composed, and steady on his feet. Of course he lost it again when he reached the bathroom door and found her spiked heels carelessly abandoned there, with her pale pink panties pooled atop them. She was trying to kill him. Do him in and collect the insurance money. Well two could play that game. With a wicked grin, Mulder bent over and put the bottle, flutes and rose down momentarily, rising to pull his tee shirt off in one fluid moment. Tossing it aside, he peeled off his socks and discarded them, and then quietly unbuckled his belt and drew it through the loops of his jeans. The top button was plucked open. Bending once more, he placed the belt on the carpeted floor and retrieved his accessories. The stem of the rose went in his teeth. Re-cradling the two flutes in the fingers of his right hand, he picked the champagne up by the bottle's neck with his left. Nudging the door open all the way with a gentle kick of his foot, he smoothly stepped just inside the doorway of the bathroom and leaned against the wood frame. To find a very appreciative audience watching with lustful eyes and a smile on her luscious lips. "MmmmmMulder," she sighed, and shifted in the huge, clawfoot tub, sending a cascade of bubbles over the side. "What took you so long?" Major drawback to the sexy rose-in-mouth routine. He couldn't talk. Moving into the bathroom he put the champagne down on the sink counter and then the flutes one at a time. Removing the rose, he turned back to her and murmured, "I had to re-start my heart after I found your trail of bread crumbs." She grinned with obvious pleased delight, a dimple showing in one cheek. "You liked?" "Oh, baby, you have no idea," he crooned. Flirty Scully emerged, her eyes flicking down to his groin and back up again. "I think I have a little one." "Little?" he mock-protested, putting his hands on his hips. Plumping her lips out in a pouty moue, Scully batted her eyelashes at him and breathily lisped, "Oooooh, I meant big. A very big idea. Will you forgive me?" "I'll think about it," he told her. "Maybe you can make it up to me." "I'm sure I'll think of something," was her throaty reply. And if she couldn't, he had a few thoughts of his own. Tamping down his enthusiasm for now, Mulder asked, "Champagne?" "Mmmmm, please." Fortunately she'd had the foresight to pre-open the bottle, and all he had to do was pop the cork. He quickly poured her flute half-full, and then did the same with his glass. Returning the bottle to the counter he picked up the two flutes and crossed the bathroom to hand her the champagne. After she had sat up a bit to take both the flutes from him, he sank down to the floor beside the tub, his rear even with where her upper thighs would be. He sprawled his legs out so that they were parallel to the porcelain, and his right hip bumped against it. Facing Scully, who handed him his flute once he was settled, his right elbow propped on the rim. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mulder," she said, and held her flute out to him. He tapped it lightly with his own, replying, "Happy Valentine's Day, Scully." They both took small sips of the bubbly liquid, and then, seeming to read each other's minds, leaned forward at the same time, inviting a kiss. Her lips were tart, from the champagne, and sweet, because she was Scully. He kept it brief though, light and teasing, letting their noses rub in an Eskimo kiss when he pulled his lips away. They smiled at each other, and then Scully slowly sank back into the bubbles, holding his gaze. Mulder switched his champagne flute over to his left hand, and moved his right arm until it was resting full-length along the tub's edge. At the same time, he watched Scully's eyes track his movements and linger on his fingers, which were now tapping gently, before she looked at him again. She seemed...on the edge, like she was waiting for him to do something. He liked her unsettled. Liked to keep her guessing. So he took another sip of his champagne before speaking, keeping his voice light and casual. "So who's watching William tonight?" he asked. Waiting until she had relaxed a bit, a fond smile curving her lips at the mention of their son, and she began to reply, he let his hand slide off the tub's rim to dangle in the water. "My mother came and got him just after..." her voice faltered as her eyes flicked to his fingers. She cleared her throat, a sexy sound, and finished, "After you left." A light, skimming touch over the silky soft skin of her knee, just poking out of the bubbles, had her sighing and shifting to bring her leg closer to him. He suppressed his smile of victory, and felt his heart resume its earlier fast beat. Never letting his hand stray past her knee, Mulder continued to lazily stroke her leg, watching the expressions flit across her face. Pleasure, hope, want. "So, Scully," he said next into the quiet peacefulness. "I never knew you were so into Valentine's Day." Bringing the flute to his lips, he finished the last of his champagne, and then placed the glass aside, never ceasing his hand's caress. She smiled, with a hint of embarrassment. "Actually, I've always liked it, I just hid that fact from you." Her tone was slightly wry. He blinked, startled. Could not help the "Why?" that left his mouth. Scully shrugged, and replied, "It didn't suit my G-woman persona." "Well, leaving a trail of clothing in our basement hall might have netted you a few prospects..." he teased, and gave her kneecap a squeeze. "I was only interested in one prospect," she retorted, flicking water at him. "And he was adorably clueless." "I gotta be me," he said. "Yes, you do," she said, utterly serious, her eyes intent on his. "You've got to be you...and you are mine." Ka-thunk. That was his heart, falling to his feet. When his tongue finally untangled itself, he said, "I am, you know. Utterly and completely." "As I am yours," she returned, and then ducked her head, shaking it a little. He watched her eyes close and then open again, and saw a sheepish smile curve her lips. "Boy, talk about intense, huh?" she asked. He nodded his agreement, and resumed the stroking of her leg, which he had unintentionally stopped as their words had gotten deeper. A giggle escaped her lips then, and she took a slow breath, obviously relaxing herself again, and closed her eyes once more. "I know I've never had this much fun," she murmured a moment later. "Or been so excited about a Valentine's evening before." "Excited, huh?" he leered, and waggled his eyebrows, although she could not see them. One eye opened to peer at him, before closing in a slow wink as she replied, "Verrrrrry excited." Oh, he was getting *so* lucky soon. His jeans were also getting a little too snug in a certain area. Shifting, he pinched the denim over one thigh and tugged at the material, easing his discomfort slightly. That done, he settled back and resumed his teasing touches. "You're a devious woman, you know," he told her after a few minutes had passed, letting just the tips of his fingers glide a little past her knee to tickle there. "Sending me on a fool's errand to get me out of the house so you could work your feminine wiles." "First of all, I think you'll appreciate those wiles," she murmured, a cat-like smile on her face, her voice even. "And second of all, it wasn't a fool's errand." He knew she was fighting to hide her reactions to his touch, now skimming back and forth along her inner thigh, coming ever closer, but never touching her sex. But her eyes were heavy-lidded, her breathing labored, and he could feel the minute trembling of her body beneath his fingertips. Still, she gave it right back. Her voice lowered, became smoky. "You see, you're going to need that sustenance...later," she told him, with a significant pause. The tone and the words were like an arrow of desire, straight to his groin. He grew instantly and almost painfully hard. It was all he could do to resist yanking her from the tub and taking her right there on the floor. Scully added fuel to the already raging fire by adding, "I'm going to..." Her voice broke off into a gasping moan as his hand finally slid between her legs. His fingertips curled over her slick flesh while his thumb sought and found the hard nubbin of her clit and flicked it experimentally. She moaned again, her head falling back, and then bit her bottom lip. Encouraged, he let his index and middle fingers slip inside her, drawing yet another moan. Wiggling his fingers, he pulled them out again and then began a slow, steady pumping. "You were saying?" he got out, his voice just slightly strained. "Um...what?" she husked, her eyes now closed and her back arching to thrust herself against his hand. Flicking his thumb faster, Mulder asked teasingly, his voice tight with his own accelerating desire, "Scully, are you finished your bath now?" "Ohhhhh...God..." The water began to slosh over the side with her frantic movements, wetting the floor and his jeans. He didn't care. Quickening the motions of his thrusting fingers even more, he wiggled them on each down stroke. When Scully came, she bucked her hips up hard, and sent an enormous wave of water cascading over the side, thoroughly soaking his lower half. Despite the wet, rapidly chilling denim clinging to him in places he preferred to keep warm, he stayed at her side, easing her down from her high. She sagged back into the water with a lusty sigh, murmuring his name. After a few ragged breaths, she dragged her eyes open to meet his gaze. "This was supposed to be your night, Mulder." "Oh, baby, it is," he told her, his mouth dry and his heart thudding. Watching her orgasm was an incredible sight, one he would never tire of. "And the night isn't over yet." Coming up on his knees, which squished in the puddles of dissipating bubbles, he rinsed his hands in the cooling bath water, and then stood. First he took her empty champagne flute, musing that it was a miracle she had not dropped it during her orgasm, and put it on the counter beside the champagne bottle. Returning to the tub, he bent at the waist and held his hands out to her. Scully lifted hers out of the water, reaching for him, and then her eyes opened wide in surprise. "Oh, Mulder, look at you!" she said. "You're soaking wet." Winking, he replied, "All for a good cause." When their fingers were securely linked, he tugged gently, and she rose gracefully from the tub, the water and bubbles cascading slickly down her candlelit skin. Once again suppressing the urge to fall to the floor with her, he helped her out, mindful of the puddles, getting her onto the thick bath mat. "Mulder, you need to get out of those wet jeans," she told him, her hands reaching for his waistband, heedless of her nudity and the chill in the air. He pushed them away gently, teasing, "Hey, easy now, lady." Turning at the waist to grab her plush towel, which was sitting on the edge of the counter, he flicked it open and wrapped it around her. Her hands came up to grasp the edges of the towel, tugging it from his hold. "Please take those jeans off, Mulder," she urged. "Anxious, aren't we?" he threw in another leer, while following her request. "Concerned," she corrected. The words were said primly, but her eyes were avid on his fingers, now busy unbuttoning his fly. With a flirty smile, she agreed, "Anxious." It was her turn to play to an admiring onlooker. She did it with provocative aplomb, offering teasing glimpses of herself in a form of peek-a-boo. This was done while alternately peering at him over her shoulder, or up from under her down-swept eyelashes as she turned this way and that, rubbing the soft fleece of the towel over her limbs and torso. He'd shucked his jeans in record time and kicked them aside, in order to devote his time to watching Scully. The cling of his cotton boxer-briefs provided evidence of exactly how admiring he was. All too soon though, she was dry, her skin slicked with lotion, and covered by a short, kimono-like silk robe. Watching as she extinguished the numerous candles with economical yet oddly erotic motions, her lips pursing to blow delicate puffs of air, his arousal was stirred even further. The robe accentuated her fluid grace and the outline of her body, and his hands itched to slide it from her shoulders to pool on the ground. To caress and stroke, and so much more. The last candle - a tall, thin taper in an elegant, old-fashioned candlestick holder - did not get blown out. Instead, Scully picked it up in one hand and then glancing in his direction, crooked the index finger of her other hand at him in a come-hither way before exiting the bathroom. Mulder came-hithered as fast as he could, once the message got from his passion-dulled brain to his feet, after a brief stop at his nether regions. Which were now at full alert. By the time he got to their bedroom, Scully had already begun to light the candles she had apparently stashed there while he was out on his errand. However, that was not what had him coming to an abrupt halt just inside the room. It was their bed. The covers had been removed, and red rose petals were strewn across the pale pink silk sheets that now adorned the mattress. He was speechless. Thankfully, Scully was not. She turned from lighting the last cluster of candles on her night table and quirking her eyebrow as she took in his motionless form hovering by the doorway, said, "Take your boxers off and lie stomach-down on the bed." When he still did not move, her eyebrow arched higher, and she added a command. "Now." Dominatrix leather and a whip in her hand couldn't have had him moving faster. Well, maybe. Still, he was stripped and lying stomach-down, as ordered, with his head pillowed on his crossed arms, less than a minute after the word 'now' had passed her lips. Despite the sensations swirling through him from the texture of the cool, slippery sheets and the velvet roughness of the rose petals, he couldn't resist a trademark comeback. "Scuh-lee...real men don't wear pink." In reference to the fact that the sheets he was reclining upon were a pale pink, of course. Scully didn't reply right away, merely made a pleased humming sound. He imagined her standing there scanning his body appreciatively, and the muscles of his back and ass flexed involuntarily. She made that sound again and then said, low-voiced, "They do when they want to fulfill one of their partner's fantasies." His attention, and something else, perked up even more at that. "Do tell," he murmured. The mattress shifted, and he glanced over his shoulder to see that Scully had put her right knee on the bed. She was looking at him, a seductive smile curving her lips. Arching her back, she shed the robe, letting it fall to the floor. He realized with sudden and stunning clarity that she was preparing to straddle him, and excitement raced through his veins. A moment later the bed dipped again as she swung her leg over his, and then she was settling herself down on his upper thighs. He had to bite his lip to hold back a very loud moan, just barely managing not to buck like a wild stallion. Her hands landed, cool and light, on his hips, her thumbs just brushing his ass, and this time he did jump a little. "You have such a beautiful body, Mulder," she said almost conversationally. "Long and lean, a swimmer's physique." While his mind absorbed her complimentary words and was pleased and flattered, the rest of him was in anticipation of where she would touch him next. Once again Scully made that pleased humming noise and then started speaking again, still in that colloquial way. "When I saw these sheets on display at Bed & Bath, I immediately pictured you lying on our bed, as you are now. The contrast of your olive skin against the pale pink was so incredibly arousing, and my face grew warm and flushed. My heart started to race, and I imagined myself straddling you just like this, touching your body..." her voice trailed off. The thought of her standing in Bed & Bath, aroused from thinking about him, had his entire *body* flushing. She shifted slightly then, and her hands slid to cup his ass. This elicited an enormous shiver in him, and a moan he did not attempt to contain. "Gluteus maximus," she murmured, squeezing and kneading his ass cheeks before sweeping her hands up to the sides of his back, teasing along his ribs. "Latissimus dorsi." Coming from her lips, in the dreamy tone she was using, the proper names of each of the muscles were more erotic than any porn he'd ever seen. Next she stroked the flesh along both sides of his spine, moving upwards. "Trapezius." Then over to the muscle beneath his arms, accentuated by their crossed position. Here she kneaded firmly, knowing a light touch would have him laughing and squirming, instead of merely aroused and on fire for more of her touch as he was. "Teres minor." Mulder had been aware of her shifting minutely, of her leaning over him a little, as her hands moved up his back. But now she slid forward on him, the juncture between her thighs pressing tightly against his ass as she continued her path upwards and outwards. To his shoulders, and then to the underside of his upper arms. "Deltoids, and triceps brachii." Curling her fingers around his arms, she squeezed, saying, "Brachialis, and biceps brachii." A few seconds later the hard points of her nipples were pushing into his upper back, as she leaned into him completely in order to touch his forearms. He could feel her every breath, uneven and quick, and the tenseness of her abdomen. "Extensor carpi radialis longus, and extensor digitorum," she continued, stroking her hands along his arms to his wrists. In this position, her head was just above his and to the right, and the little puffs of air she exhaled as she spoke caressed his ear. Sending little electrical jolts down his spine, clear to his toes. "Scuh-leee," he husked out, and arched his back, rubbing himself against her like a cat. Inadvertently stroking his erection along the silk of the sheets. "Hmmmm?" she asked, fingers now stroking up and down his arms. Her head lowered, and then her lips were touching his earlobe. "Does this feel good?" she asked breathily, speaking directly into his ear. "Uhhhhh...." was the only intelligent response he could make. "Because you feel good to me," she purred, and punctuated the statement with a nip of his ear and a grind of her pelvis. Feminine wiles, indeed. He was close to humping the rose petal-strewn, pale pink silk sheets. Was in fact trembling from the exertion of *not* doing exactly that. He was debating the pros and cons of flipping her over and showing her how good he - *they* - both could feel when Scully sat up again and shifted herself back a little bit. A second later her weight left him, although her knees still pressed into the sides of his legs. "Turn over, Mulder," she said. Oh, yeah, baby. It took some maneuvering on both their parts, but he was soon lying face-up, with Scully once again straddling him, sitting low on his abdomen, her hands resting on her own thighs. His erection was jutting up proudly behind her, pulsing with every beat of his heart. He itched to place his hands on her hips and lift her, to hold her poised above him for that heart-stopping millisecond of intense pleasure/pain just before he was finally sheathed within her. Was actually raising his hands in order to do so. Scully's next action forestalled him. One of her hands left her thigh and hovered over his lower belly for a second before it descended. A soft scratching near his navel had him sucking in his next breath with a gasp and his abdomen twitching. He lifted his head to see what she was doing. Her index finger was dragging a rose petal around his belly button. It must have been stuck to his skin. While it was arousing as hell, it also reminded him of the plans he'd had for the rose he'd carted upstairs earlier. The visions he'd had of himself trailing the soft bud over Scully's body, teasing her with it. There was another petal, this one on the left side of his chest. After teasingly flicking the first petal off, Scully placed her index finger on the second one and rubbed it lightly over his nipple in little circles. She smiled when it hardened, and he said her name huskily, pleadingly, his legs moving restlessly, causing her to shift slightly on top of him. Unfortunately it was not quite enough to bring her in contact with his erection. He had to clutch at the silk sheets, fingers sliding uselessly, to again resist reaching up and moving her to where he wanted her most. Thankfully she stopped the wonderful torture, delicately lifting the rose petal and laying it aside on the mattress. That done, both of her hands came to land on his body this time, palms flat on his abdomen. Her thumbs swept back and forth, and he quivered again. "Rectus abdominus," Scully murmured, a pleased amusement coloring her tones. Her eyes were trained on his, watching him. Mulder wondered what she saw there. Desire and lust - there was no doubt of that, ever. Joy, and the most powerful of all, love. Overwhelming love. No doubt of that either. Caressing outward, her fingers fluttered over his hips, and then up to his sides. There she applied more pressure as she said, "External obliques, and serratus anterior." Her smile grew wicked and Mulder tensed in anticipation, panting suddenly. As she smoothed her hands upwards over his chest, purring, "Pectoralis major," she let her thumbs rub his nipples. And on the downward pass, her fingernails lightly scratched them. This time he shuddered - a full-bodied motion from head to toe, his pelvis bucking. Scully rode him easily, a tiny half-laugh/half-moan escaping her parted lips and her eyes slipping shut for a moment. With a deep breath she regrouped, her lids lifting lazily and eyes glittering down at him. Did a slow, sexy grind on his abdomen before sliding her hands towards his shoulders, bending at the waist in order to reach her target. Thereby presenting him a target of his own - her breasts, swaying tantalizingly before him. Muscles straining, he did a partial sit-up, eyes closing with the effort. His mouth unerringly found her right nipple, latching on with a fierce hunger that had her gasping his name out loud and clutching his head to her breast, fingers entwined in his hair. His own hands came up, palming her shoulder blades, and pulling her down with him as his head fell back to the silk-covered pillow. With a sigh he liked to think of as being one of surrender, Scully shaped herself to him, her legs straightening to tangle with his. Releasing her nipple, he trailed his lips up her throat to meld with hers in a deep, soul-binding kiss. One hand slid those last few inches to cup and cradle her neck, holding her carefully as he flipped them both over. A little too exuberantly, as it were, for he landed rather heavily on top of her. After her 'oof' of surprise, their eyes met in shared startlement, and then they both laughed, bodies shaking. "Sorry, Scully," Mulder got out when his mirth subsided, coming up on his elbows so that they were almost nose-to-nose, his hands framing her still smiling face. He leaned in that last little bit, and gave her a brief kiss of apology, thumbs lightly stroking wisps of hair from her temples. At some point, she had removed the clip that had pinned her curls up, and they lay loose and wild about her head, a corona of flame against the pale pink of the silk beneath her. It was Scully's turn to surprise him then, by squeezing the cheeks of his ass as she husked, "I like your eagerness." He growled in the way she liked, flexing his butt, and then grinned. "Yeah?" he asked and bent his head to nuzzle the shell of her ear, whispering, "Well how's this for eager?" *This* was a smooth dip and swivel of his body that placed his cock in direct contact with her sex. Rubbing against petals of a different sort. Her arms wrapped around his back. "Ohhhh..." she sighed, hips rolling languidly, pressing herself against him further. Moving her head and nuzzling him, she trailed her lips over his cheek and jaw. "That's...very nice." Mulder rotated his own hips and licked her earlobe. "I can be nicer." "God, I hope so!" she moaned, tilting her chin up and offering him the vulnerable line of her throat. Obeying the unspoken request, he nibbled his way down soft, fragrant skin at the hollow at the base of her throat, where he nipped gently. "Hope?" he queried. "I want to believe, Mulder, I want to believe," she responded with what had become one of their private and personal teases. So he set out to provide the proof. The delicate wing of her collarbone called to him, and he traced its length with just the tip of his tongue, before shifting to similarly caress its twin. Scully sighed and shivered, bringing a pleased grin to his face. Back to the little dip at her throat, which he nipped yet again, and then he began moving downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her breastbone. Taking his sweet time, knowing the effect he was having on Scully, aware of the tensing of her body, the tiny restless movements she made. He felt a hand in his hair, tugging, trying to guide his head to her breast, but he ignored it. Instead, he nuzzled his nose along the underside of one breast, nudging the weight of it gently, inhaling her scent. This earned him a husky moan, a plea. "Mulderrrr...please." "Please what?" he murmured against her skin. Her fingers tightened and released on the fistful of hair she clenched, while the nails of her other hand dug briefly into his shoulder. "Mulder," she repeated, embarrassment plain in her voice. One minute a bold vixen, the next a shy virgin. He loved each and every facet of her character, and was continually fascinated and enthralled. And right now, he was harder than he'd ever been. But that didn't mean he was going to stop teasing her. Lifting his head slightly, he rubbed the swell of her breast with his nose, back and forth. The giggle she emitted had him smiling and doing it again, before switching breasts and repeating the action there. Scully's restless movements continued, becoming more urgent, as did the breathy sounds she was making. Still, he avoided her nipples at all costs, touching her breasts everywhere but. Another moan of his name, this one almost demanding, had him raising his head to look at her face. Her eyes were open, heavy-lidded and languid, yet also intently focused on him, while her teeth worried her bottom lip. "Yes, Scully?" he questioned. Innocently. Butter, or perhaps more appropriately, Valentine's Day chocolate, wouldn't melt in his mouth. In reaction, her eyes widened, glinting with more than just understanding. The gig was up. His game had been made. With both hands now fisted in his hair, Scully tugged, guiding his head to the turgid peak of one breast. "Suck me, Mulder," she commanded. He obeyed. His cheeks hollowed as he drew a hard little bud into his mouth and suckled strongly. Of course he added a twist - after a few seconds, he eased up and began flicking it with his tongue instead. She didn't seem to mind though. Her fingers were kneading his scalp like a kitten, and if he wasn't mistaken, to follow through with that analogy, she was purring too. Then there was her lower body, which was rubbing against his in a very cat-like way. However, she took control once again, her hands now tugging on his hair. He released her nipple and lifted his head to meet her gaze. "Kiss me, Mulder." She tugged again, and he went with the motion, sliding his body upwards until their lips were a baby's breath apart. "With pleasure," he whispered, and lowered his head. Mulder kept the kiss light and gentle at first. Soft. Still teasing her, and himself. Their lips remained closed, merely pressing together almost primly. Then it exploded into raw and carnal passion. In moments he was settled fully between her thighs, his cock nudging at her entrance. His forearms were on the pillow, bracketing her face, fingers tangled in her hair. Scully's hands were alternately stroking and kneading his shoulders and upper back, her nails occasionally scoring his skin as she moaned into his mouth. He thrust experimentally, rubbing his length along her slick folds, and Scully spread her legs wider, lifting and wrapping them around his waist. Opening herself further - providing complete access. Still, he teased. Allowing only the head of his cock to slip inside, keeping himself from moving with supreme effort, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs quivering. Scully pulled her mouth free from his, breathing heavily. Her voice was deep and husky as she made her next entreaty. "Make love to me, Mulder." All control was lost. He thrust again, wildly, burying himself fully inside her, unable to contain a loud groan of pleasure at the sensations swamping his body. His forehead dropped to rest on one forearm, harsh puffs of air escaping to tease at her neck and ear, blowing little wisps of her hair and making her shiver. Tight, wet heat. She fit him like a glove, gripping and squeezing his cock. Her heels were digging into his ass, urging him on, while she swept her hands up and down his back, and crooned a stream of love in his ear. "LoveyouMuldersomuchGodyoufeelincredible." "Scully," he panted as he rocked in the cradle of her thighs, "Not gonna...last long-uhhhh." The last word ended in a grunt when her muscles squeezed him again and she swiveled her hips. She whispered his name, and he lifted his head to look at her. Eyes glittering up at him, face flushed with passion, she was a vision of sensual, sexual beauty. "Neither...am I," she told him, and moved her hips again, rather insistently. A tacit demand for him to get moving. Which he did. Slowly at first, but with a growing urgency, their gazes locked together. Mentally willing himself to last, energized with a new purpose. As crude as it sounded, he wanted to fuck her senseless, to make her writhe beneath him and scream in pleasure. To see her eyes go wild and blind. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he glided in and out of her with steady thrusts, adding a hip swivel of his own at each downward stroke. The sting of her nails in his shoulder blades and the little growly sounds she was making in his ear served to encourage him further. Shifting onto one elbow, Mulder trailed his other hand heavily down her body, palm rubbing over her nipple in the process, and slid it between them. Curling his fingers around her thigh, he hitched her leg higher, thus changing the angle of penetration. Scully let out a gasp, her eyes fluttering shut, and began to thrust back more urgently, grinding herself against his pelvic bone. Her teeth began to worry her bottom lip, a gesture he found incredibly sexy. It left him torn between sucking that luscious lip into his mouth, or watching her face. Watching won, by the slimmest of margins. "Look at me...Scully," he gritted out, slowing the pace just slightly. Almost trembling with the desire, the need, to do the opposite and speed it up. She dragged her eyes open, heavy-lidded and smoky with her arousal, and stared into his, her mouth parted, breathing in quick, short pants. "Love you," she husked. "So very much." The words skated along his spine, danced in his heart and soul. Made his body sing. Groaning, he began to move faster. Scully met him thrust for thrust, her gaze never once faltering from his. Thus Mulder saw her orgasm before he felt it, before she keened it in his ear. Saw her eyes go blurry and unfocused, saw her neck arch and her teeth sink into her lip anew. Scully's fingers clenched on his biceps as her thighs trembled and tightened around him, and then her entire body went rigid. She cried out his name in long, drawnout syllables as her inner muscles spasmed around his cock. His wild, very satisfied woman. It was everything he had wanted, and more. While her body still continued to milk him, he began to pump his hips madly, his own release building and building and building... To explode in a glorious rush of incredible pleasure. "SCULLY!" he bellowed, his eyes scrunching shut and his head arching back. A few last, jerky thrusts and then he collapsed atop her, spent, his panting breaths muffled by the pillow. With great effort he rolled onto his left side, panting for air, slowly slipping from inside her. Scully gave a tiny moaning sigh at this, the hand still on his arm flexing as if in an attempt to renew the contact. Feeling the loss of their connection himself, Mulder gently pulled her with him until he was fully on his back and she lay plastered along his side. Her arm lay across his chest, while one thigh was draped over his, her limbs lax. Pliant, and soft. He could feel her heart, a rapid-fire beat against his ribs that gradually slowed as her breathing evened out. His own heart thumped a matching rhythm. They might have dozed for a few minutes, or were lost in the blissful splendor, whatever one wanted to call it, but eventually they had to move. Mulder went into the bathroom first, and then back to the bedroom to straighten the disheveled sheets, while Scully got ready for bed. Collecting all the remaining rose petals made him smile. Afterwards, as they lolled on the bed in thoroughly satisfied repletion, Mulder found the gold-foil chocolate hearts Scully had placed on both their pillows. Unwrapping one, he traced the chocolate over her lips, smiling when they parted and her tongue darted out in an effort to taste the sweet treat. "Be my Valentine, Scully?" "Always, Mulder. Always." The end Feedback appreciated at lovesfox@rogers.com
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