title: Late in the Evening author: bfat email: bfat@ProbedByAliens.com rating: NC-17 category: VR keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance summary: Eye candy, followed by... other kinds of candy. And by other kinds of candy, I mean sex. notes: Written for the Fandomonium interim challenge. I *will* work smut into this challenge, damnit! Special thanks to Char for wicked good beta. :D *~*~* The tea was too hot, but I wasn't really drinking it anyway, just blowing on it, curled up on the couch, peering over the edge of the teacup. There was music on the stereo, turned down low. It was something smooth, something with no words, the kind of thing you listen to with candles burning and a fire in the fireplace. Mulder sat in the chair across from me, his bare feet stacked on top of each other on the coffee table. He leaned on one elbow, his head resting on his hand as he held the newspaper up before him, glasses slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose. Every few minutes he pushed them back up again, seemingly without notice. He was engrossed in his reading, while I... I was just watching. There was no fire in my fireplace, despite the sexy music, but I was warm enough. It was the perfect night to have a hot drink and do some quiet reading. Not that I was accomplishing either, fascinated as I was by the sight of Mulder in my apartment, relaxed, with no shirt on, and reading the latest issue of The Lone Gunman. Every time he breathed in I could see the muscles in his chest expand and pull tight. And those glasses that kept slipping down his nose... I wanted nothing more than to walk over to him, lift them off his face and kiss him hard. He chuckled at something, brought his hand to his mouth to chew on his thumbnail. His lip was wet when he pulled his hand away and I sighed. He looked up at me, eyebrows raised, and I quickly took a sip of my tea, forgetting that it had been too hot to drink. I nearly choked, but managed to cover it by clearing my throat and quickly picking up the book I had open over the arm of the sofa. I didn't miss Mulder's wicked half-smile, though his eyes had dropped back to the newspaper. Bastard. I should go over there and give him something to smile about. Instead, I turned the book right-side up and stared at the pages, not really reading. I shifted, blew on my tea again, and took a sip small enough that I didn't burn my tongue. A few moments later, I heard rustling as Mulder shifted in his seat, switching which leg was on top and sinking lower into the armchair. I pulled my legs up closer to my chest and looked over the top of my book at him. Boxer shorts. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and I was supposed to actually get any reading done? It was only a novel, and one I'd read before, but the man should know better than to expect me to sit still while he sprawled out half naked across my living room, looking like a damned Greek god with rumpled hair and bedroom eyes... He flipped a page and folded the newspaper in half to read the other side. I took another sip of tea without tasting it. My swallow sounded like a gulp to my ears. For the seventh time I read, "Catherine kissed her father and sat down quietly to her lessons for a couple of hours, according to custom." I stared at the page until the words got blurry, until the paragraphs became rectangular gray blobs on the paper. Finally, Mulder dropped the paper onto the coffee table, finished, and stood to stretch. His muscles clenched, stretched, pulled tight across his abdomen and ribs as his hands reached almost to the ceiling. He yawned, loudly, pretending not to notice that I was noticing. His eyes were squinched shut and he groaned as his arms fell back at his sides. It was all I could do to stop myself from groaning with him. I bit my lip and looked back at the gray blurs in my book. Mulder walked around behind me, into the kitchen where I heard the sound of water filling a glass, Mulder gulping it down, and the clink as it was set back down on the counter. I refused to turn around and look at him. <> There was a soft rustle behind me before I felt his hands on my shoulders, the fingers of his right hand brushing against the side of my neck. I tilted my head for him, sighing as he bent to drop a kiss on the top of my head. He chuckled and I looked up, smiling at him. "What's so funny?" He dropped another kiss, on my forehead this time. From my position, he was upside down, and his smile looked backwards. "You're cute," was all he said, and he came around the side of the couch, holding out his hand. I took it. He led me into the bedroom, pulling me, his fingers curled about mine. The room was dark, and Mulder let go of my hand long enough to fumble at the bedside lamp until it turned on. The artificial light cast his skin in shades of gold and I reached out, without even realizing it, to touch his shoulder. He turned to me, smiled at my open gaze, and walked to stand so close to me our bodies were nearly touching. I could feel the heat of him, of his skin, from head to toe. His hands wrapped gently around my waist, fingertips just sliding between the small t-shirt I slept in and my cotton pajama bottoms. "Scully," he whispered. I realized then that I had been staring at his chest and lifted my eyes to his. He was watching me so intently, the smile gone from his face. "Yeah," I said, barely audible. My knees brushed up against the edge of the mattress and the faint sounds of the stereo, still playing, seeped through the open bedroom door from the living-room. My hands had come to rest on his shoulders sometime as we had moved backwards, thoughtless, to the edge of the bed, and they slid down now to clutch at his biceps. Our gazes were still locked, but as he finally bent his head to mine, my eyelids drifted shut. His lips were warm, full, and dry as they lightly brushed mine, teasing, before pulling back. I leaned up to push my mouth against his fully, licking his lips until they parted. Backed up against the bed, I had nowhere to go when his head came down heavy, his mouth assaulting mine as he took the lead in our kiss. There was ringing in my ears, and I could feel my heart pounding in every vein, against every nerve in my body. It was this way every time I kissed Mulder, like tingling all over. His hand slid up the underside of my shirt to brush against my breast, cup it softly, and tease his palm against my nipple. I sucked in a breath, pressing my belly against his, feeling the slim line of coarse hair that disappeared into his waistband tickle my skin where my shirt had ridden up. I could feel his erection now too, prodding gently at my hip through the two layers of thin cotton that separated our skin. I tugged at his upper arms, as if I could pull him into me, pull us together into one. He broke away from me only long enough to strip the soft t-shirt from my body. I was topless then, and desperate for the feel of him up against me. I leaned against him, pressing my breasts up against his chest, nearly gasping at the contact. His hands were on my back, warm and large and possessive, and he bent his head to kiss me again. His hips pushed against mine a little more forcefully now, and I pushed back. My hands found their way from his biceps into his hair, pulling him closer against me as I wrapped one leg around him and pulled him backwards onto the bed with me. We tumbled onto the mattress with an "oomph" and a giggle. Mulder's weight settled between my legs, though his feet were still on the ground. I kissed him softly, once, and scooted back on the bed to make room for him. He followed, crawling up to me like a hunting lion, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I lay back, waiting for him. When he reached my hips, he bent to place a kiss on my belly button, tucking his fingers in the waistband of my pajama bottoms. As he raised his lips from me, he tugged at the pants, sliding them down and off me until I was naked. We'd done this already once before that night and we'd barely dressed, as if we knew it wouldn't be long before we were back here, naked in each other's arms again. It usually wasn't long. He crawled slowly, very slowly, the rest of the way up my body, dragging his lips along the length of my torso as he went until finally I felt the soft touch of his lips against my nipple, there and then gone. I sighed, arching my back to seek out his mouth again. He responded quickly, lowering his open mouth to me as he lowered the rest of his body against mine, his weight settling against the lower half of my body. The combination of sensations made me whimper. I felt his tongue on me, circling, licking, and it was all I could do not to haul him up, roll him over, and have my way with him. He moved his attention to the other breast and I slid my hands through his short hair, moaning softly as I wriggled underneath him. He seemed to sense my urgency for he let my nipple slide from his mouth with a wet popping sound to look up at me again. There was lust in his eyes, pure and simple. I let my hands move from his hair to the sides of his face, drawing him up to kiss me again, desperate for that contact. Now, I wanted to tell him. Now, Mulder. I could feel his erection pressed between us, hot, pulsing with the beats of his heart that thundered under my hands. I arched my lower body against his, grinding, needing. He drew one hand from my cheek to my shoulder, slowly, down the side of my breast, to my waist, my stomach, and finally to rest between us. His fingers dipped between my legs, testing, and I thrust against them. Yes, I thought. Ready. Now. Please. He took hold of himself, and I spread my legs wider for him, moaning as the tip of him touched me where I wanted it most. He positioned himself and entered me, very slowly, drawing out the contact. With a groan that was more like a whimper, I wrapped my limbs around him and clutched him tight, mad with lust and high on his love. We performed the dance we knew so well: thrust, moan, sigh, until finally he collapsed on top of me, both of us sated, and we slept. When I awoke some hours later, thirsty and with a desperate need for the bathroom, blue light was just beginning to seep through the curtains in my bedroom, casting everything in cool shadows. Mulder's left arm was slung heavily over my middle and I brushed my fingers against the coarse hair of his forearm. For a few minutes I just lay there, feeling the warm weight of him behind me, running my fingers across his skin. I lifted his palm and kissed it before pushing his arm off me, and scurried to the bathroom. When I came back from the kitchen, Mulder was still sleeping soundly. I stood in the doorway for a moment, taking the time to watch him as he slept. One of his legs had escaped the thin sheet that covered him, exposing the smooth line of his hip. He had pulled my pillow from its place and curled his arms around it, his face resting against it. His hair was rumpled, sticking out in a hundred directions and his mouth was hanging open, slack in his sleep. He was perfect. Each time he twitched or shifted, the sheet slid down a little further, pulled down closer to the front of his hip. I held my breath, waiting to see how far the sheet would move, but it stopped just short of full exposure. His toes curled, and he mumbled my name in his sleep, squeezing the pillow closer to his chest. I smiled, walked to the edge of the bed. My hand hovered above his calf, not quite touching, lingering above his tanned skin. Three steps brought me to the top of the bed and now my hand hovered above his shoulder. I touched him gently, smoothing my fingers down his bicep. He mumbled something else and turned into my touch. Rolling, he blinked open his eyes to look at me, and a slow smile came over his face. "Morning," he whispered. His hands came up to my waist, and pulled me down on top of him. I smiled back. "Morning," I said, and bent down to kiss him. He brushed the hair back from my face and rolled me beneath him. As the sun climbed higher to greet the horizon and my fingers brushed against his cheek, full of love, we began our dance again. *~*~* End! *~*~* Challenge elements: 1. Scully or Other POV 2. can have Mulder doing anything (eating seeds, reading over a casefile, changing clothes, mowing the lawn, washing dishes, surfing the net, pumping gas etc. etc.) 3. pure description (i.e. little or no dialogue) 4. It must be a new fic end notes: this was kind of a naughty story for me, my first attempt at a scully POV. please let me know what you think. bfat@ProbedByAliens.com