EMXC 1st Year fanfic- October 1, 1994 thru October 1, 1995
Archived: 10/01/95
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Disclaimer: The characters 'Fox Mulder' and 'Dana Scully' are the property
of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions.  They are
used without permission, and no copyright infringement is intended.  All
other material is my property.

Note: This vignette contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between M &
S (surprise), so if you don't like that, don't read it.  Oh yeah, this is
my first attempt at the NC17 stuff, so be gentle...and yes, 'Kinkorama' is
a real video that you have to see to believe...thanks goes to Sheryl
Martin,  XFScully (I'm blushing with you), and Anais Nin for inspiring
me....feel free to distribute this story as long as credit is given to
where it's due (that would be to me, the author)...email with comments and
constructive criticism goes to DeviXF@aol.com (.us)  or annagrey@sover.net
(.us)


"All I want
is you...
All I need
is you..."

Bobby McFerrin/Simple Pleasures

"In trutina mentis dubia           "I am suspended 
fluctuant contraria                 between love 
lascivus amor et pudicitia,         and chastity,
Sed eligo quod video,               but I choose
collum iugo prebeo                  what is before me, 
ad iugum tamen suave transeo."      and take upon myself the sweet yoke."

Carl Orff/Carmina Burana (Ormandy Rules!!)


ChickenSoup  by DeviXF
(© 07/13/95)

"Hey," Mulder peered around Scully's bedroom door.  "I made you some
chicken soup.  Homemade."

Scully wiped her nose on a wadded up tissue before tossing it into the
wastebasket in the corner.  "Thanks.  I really appreciate this, Mulder."

He shrugged lightly, not spilling any liquid onto the tray he held.  "Well,
I can't work the office alone anymore."  He smiled crookedly as he set the
tray on the nightstand. 

Scully awkwardly pushed herself into a sitting position while Mulder pushed
and prodded limp pillows behind her back.  Pulling her bathrobe a little
tighter, she sniffled, still feeling miserable after a week of fevers,
aches, and chills.
       
"So, hungry yet?" asked Mulder, sitting on the edge of her messy bed,
staring at the dark circles under her eyes.   She hadn't been sleeping
well, he could see. She stared at the tray, open mouthed, after Mulder put
it over her lap.

He'd gone out of his way; steaming chicken soup, crackers, fresh orange
slices, real cranberry juice.  "Looks good...although I'm really not that
hungry."

"I'll spoon feed you if you don't start chowing down."

"Hmph.  I'd like to see you try," she responded, picking up an orange slice
halfheartedly.

Mulder smiled wickedly, but didn't say anything, just watched her choke
down the slice.  
"Don't you have a video to watch, or something?" she inquired grumpily,
wanting his company, but just not up to having him watch her eat.

He sat back, looking skeptical.  "Promise you'll finish it?  You'll feel a
lot better."
She nodded.  "Okay.  I'm going to go pick up something other than
vegetables, and maybe a movie, and then I'll be back."  Mulder stood up
carefully and glanced at her spoon with a frown.

"Listen, Mulder, no Caligula this time," Scully sighed internally and
picked up the spoon, dutifully began sipping her rapidly cooling soup. 
Well, maybe she was a little hungry...

               *          *          *

Thunder rolled overhead as Mulder struggled with the door, arms filled with
groceries and videos. When he saw Scully's neighbors peeking out of  their
windows, he tried smiling reassuringly, but suspected that the sight of a
tall man in jeans and a black leather jacket cursing and smiling while
trying to open a single woman's door late at night wouldn't do the trick. 
Thankfully the door opened before he lost one of the videos, something he'd
rented before called 'Kinkorama'.  He wondered what Scully would think of
it.   Managing to make it through the dark living room without tripping
over anything--Scully had obviously not been doing any cleaning--he stepped
into the kitchen, shoving aside a few dirty pans and dishes on the counter.
 He looked around and decided he'd hate to see Scully when she was really
sick...he put the groceries away.
 
Pouring himself a glass of wine, he gathered up his videos and wandered
back into the living room, turning on a small lamp next to the couch and
flicking the TV and vcr on.

"Wha'd you get?"  Scully drifted into the living room, arms wrapped tightly
around herself.

"Did you eat your soup?"

She nodded, plopping onto the couch.  "Yes, I ate my soup, and I do feel
better....and what did you get?" 
 
"Oh, this and that.  What do you want to watch first--Free Willy, Henry and
June, C.H.U.D., Kinkorama--?"

"Kinkorama?"  Scully stared at him, eyebrows lifted.

"Well..."  He waved the video with an inviting smile.

Putting her head in her hands, Scully sighed deeply.  "Oh, god..."

A little while later Scully groaned and rubbed her face.  Tinny
orchestrated music echoed throughout the apartment as light from the TV
flickered on the walls, matching the lightning strobing outside.  "I can't
take it anymore, Mulder...please, turn it off."

"What, is it the music?"

"No, the whole premise."

"Oh, come on, Scully, I thought you liked Disney pictures."

"This isn't Disney, it's hell.  I'd rather watch that football video you
gave me than this...someone should take the writer and force him to watch
this five hundred times in a row..." Scully yawned hugely.  She sat with
her feet tucked up underneath her, shoulder to shoulder with Mulder,
tempted to give in to his offer of wine.   She was sick...so she deserved a
little mothering, or was that 'muldering'?  "What's 'Henry and June'
about?"

Mulder stared at her briefly, something flickering behind his eyes. 
"Ah...it's about the relationship between Henry Miller, his wife, June, and
Anais Nin,"  He nodded.  "It's good."

"Okay, put it on.  Would you light those candles?  And as long as you're
up, I'll take that glass of wine."

"Yes, ma'am."

Scully didn't dare look at Mulder when the movie was over.  She didn't
think he could tell how aroused she was, and she certainly wasn't going to
let him know, not if she could help it.  Might be a good movie to watch
with a date, however.... "Put some music on?"

"Sure,"  Mulder got up and turned off the TV, pressed 'rewind' on the
remote.  "What do you want to listen to?"

"Ummm, Carmina Burana."

Later still, Scully set her empty glass on the coffee table and slid down
the couch sideways, laying her head on Mulder's thigh, one hand on his
knee.  Yawning again, she curled up into a fetal position.  There were
advantages to being sick, namely, you could wallow, and people would put up
with you, she decided sleepily.
 
Mulder put his left hand on her head and stroked her hair softly.  Turning
off the light, he let his head fall back onto the couch, content to sit
with Scully and listen to music amidst the thunder and lightning, the quiet
patter of rain on rooftops.  As his thoughts wandered, his hand did as
well, coming to rest on Scully's hip.  He caressed her from shoulder to hip
again and again.  There wasn't much more he could ask for, really.  Scully
was home, Scully was safe.  He took a deep breath and finished his third
glass of wine, feeling tingly warm and pleasantly....aroused.  Good thing
Scully was asleep.  He stopped as she shifted to face him, not wanting to
wake her.

She looked exhausted, not only from her hospital stay---that had exhausted
everyone---but from this cold as well.  Caressing her gently as she
settled, he drifted off, not yet sleeping, just relaxed.

Scully opened her eyes and watched Mulder.  His closeness and warmth were
what she needed, no doubt.  So many things had happened in the recent past,
so many things to think about and recover from.  Idly she began playing
with a loose thread that trailed from his jeans, wondering if the office
had gone to hell while she had been.....away. 
 
"You should go to bed," he mumbled softly, not looking at her.

"Hmm.  In  a little while,"  Scully huddled a little closer to Mulder,
enjoying his light touch along her side.  She had to admit, he had great
hands, and she often wondered what it would be like with him.  Probably
kinky, she thought, giggling silently.  Would he consider the missionary
position mundane?  Was he an outdoors type, or, god forbid, into S and M? 
Nah...maybe cross dressing?  Of course, his idea of cross dressing was
probably the wearing of a subtle tie.

"Penny for your thoughts."
    
"Oh, just silliness," she replied, trying to drive all thoughts of sex out
of her mind and failing miserably.  Why she was thinking of sex at
all....she giggled again, the germ of an idea sprouting.

Mulder had pursed his lips, wondering what Scully found so funny, when he
felt a feather light touch along the inside of his thigh.  Noooo, he wasn't
imagining it.

"Um, Scully....?"

"Hmm."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Ah....'nothing' is not the appropriate word..."  Mulder looked down at
her, blood beginning to pound as she gave him a Mona Lisa smile.

Scully gave his thigh a light squeeze and then sat up.  "Want another
glass?"

He nodded as she got off the couch and went into the kitchen.  Fantasy was
one thing, reality another matter entirely.  What to do?  Scully had
started with him; somehow he had always assumed he would make the first
move when the time came.  Of course, she was ill, and she was drinking.

She handed him his glass as she kneeled next to him.  Feeling a flutter of
anxiety, he was the first to break eye contact.  He wasn't sure how to
respond to her, with open desire, or guarded as usual.  "I'm glad you're
home," he said lamely.

Scully responded by setting her glass on the table behind her and hugging
him. Surprised at first, Mulder hugged back, finally understanding that
this was what he needed, the physical contact.  Knowing she was back hadn't
been  enough.   He tightened his grip around her, unaware that he was
repeating her name over and over.  "Oh, Scully..."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, Mulder,  I'm here," she murmured, smelling
his faded aftershave, the clean fragrance of his skin, the strength of him
overwhelming.  She began to rub his back and neck, trying to soothe his
distress away. They sat in silence for a few moments, each thinking of what
they had come so close to losing.  Scully didn't know when simple comfort
turned into something more, but she followed the feeling.  She didn't want
to leave this earth without letting him know...

"I thought.....it was Samantha all over again..." he whispered into her
hair.  "...I couldn't stand to lose, I can't..."

Scully broke their embrace, leaning back to look at him.  His eyes were
filled with tears. "Oh, Mulder," she breathed, kissing his forehead and
running her hand through his hair.  Her desire for this man was
overpowering.  This once...she would give in to her feelings just this
once...there could be no going back...and she didn't want to.

Cupping his chin in both hands, she slowly kissed him, eyes open and steady
on his.  "I make this choice, I am yours if you want me, I will be with
you....can you hear me, Fox Mulder?"
  
"Scully...?" his voice was barely audible, his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes, and yes, Mulder," she moved again, straddling his legs and
settling comfortably on his lap.  Trailing her fingers up his sides, she
kissed the side of his neck, the hyper-sensitive skin behind his ear, the
sounds he made exciting her even more.

Breaking out in light sweat, Mulder untied her bathrobe slowly, one part of
him not quite believing what was happening, the other part more than
urgently willing him to accept her offer, and all the love and trust that
went with it.  "Ah..." he couldn't believe Scully was sucking on his ear,
grinding her hips into his.  Chills ran up and down his spine when she
twisted her fingers in his hair and brought his head back, kissing the base
of his throat.  It was wonderful....but he really needed to concentrate on
her if he wanted to last.

Bringing his hands under the ratty tee shirt she wore underneath her
bathrobe, he thumbed her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from her.  He liked
the sound.  He gently palmed both breasts before sliding his hands to her
waist, and then her thighs.  Slowly he ran his hands from her knees to her
hips, bringing his fingers closer and closer to the delicate vee at the
apex of her legs.  She trembled,  spreading her legs apart slightly to sit
closer to his touch.

"Um,Mulder....oh."  Scully bit her lower lip as her partner brushed the
insides of her thighs, teasing her unmercifully.  But then, two could play
at this game.
  
"Okay, you asked for it..." 
 
Mulder unhappily let go of her as she ever so languidly slid off of him
onto the floor, wondering what she was up to.  Looking at him through dark
eyelashes, Scully put one hand on each of his knees, drawing them apart. 
She gave him a half-smile, raking her nails on his jeans,  sending shivers
throughout his body.  Mulder had more than enough time to think about what
she was going to do next as she perched between his legs.  Silky hair ran
through his fingers when she pushed his shirt up and started kissing his
stomach, getting closer and closer to the waistband of his jeans.  When he
felt her tongue licking underneath the waistband he laughed aloud.  "What
are you doing?"

Scully glanced up, amused and exasperated.  "Turning you on?"

"All you have to do is smile," he replied, looking at her with those puppy
dog eyes.

Scully melted.  Without another word, she unbuttoned his jeans, motioning
for him to lift his hips off the couch.  Ignoring his squirming, Scully
leisurely kissed her way across his stomach down to his pelvis with a quick
nibble at his belly button, tugging his red paisley boxers down a little,
whereupon his hunger for her became more than apparent.  Closing her eyes,
she took him into her mouth, listening to him groan while she tasted his
velvety hardness.  Mulder's hands roamed over her head and shoulders,
occasionally slipping down to caress her throat.  She began to recite the
alphabet with her tongue, making him squirm even more. Waves of pleasure
permeated Mulder to the point where he was forced to gently push Scully
away.  He took a deep breath and sat quietly for a moment, resisting the
urge to relieve himself.

"Just like a blow pop," said Scully, smiling. "'How many licks does it
take?'"

"I don't think I'll answer that question right now...come here,"  He drew
her onto the couch next to him, turning sideways and putting her legs
across his own.  Wrapping his left arm around her, he kissed her lovingly,
his right hand tickling the sensitive skin on the back of her knee.  She
grunted and twitched, left leg sliding off of his lap.  Aha! Now I've got
you, he thought, and proceeded to run his fingers  up her alabaster skin to
the liquid center that beckoned him in.

"I think you need to lose these..." Mulder muttered, having encountered
Scully's underwear.  He helped her take them off, sitting so that he was
more on his left elbow, still perpendicular to her.  She sighed deeply when
contact was finally made.  That petal-soft center yielded to his fingertip
touch, blood-warm, honey laden, ready to enfold him in sweet syrup without
the least hesitation.  The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, as were
the little sounds escaping her as he moved his fingers in a circle, his
lips nibbling on her earlobe.  Her small pearl came out of hiding, peeking
from its hood as he circled and rubbed.

"Mulder...." Scully clutched at his arm, wanting more.

"You want I should stop?" he teased.

"Dontyoudare......oh, oh," Seeking the fingers that had left her, she moved
against him restlessly as he shifted, stiffening when a warm tongue
suddenly explored the slippery folds that yearned to be touched.  Scully
cried out, thrusting her hips at him, making a tremendous effort not to
squeeze her thighs together and trap Mulder's wonderful mouth upon her
aching flesh.   He reached up and fondled her cloth covered breasts,
pinching her nipples as he began to suck hard.
  
"Oh, you sweet man..." Scully drew beads of blood on his arms with her
fingernails.  The sweetest pain lanced through her....

Mulder looked up from where he knelt, the expression on Scully's face worth
all of the agony of waiting for this day, this moment, this time.  He
tasted her muskiness again, feeling her quiver, her pulse leaping
underneath his tongue as he quickly brought her to the highest peak  once
more.
  
Afterwards, resting his head on her hip, nearly dizzy with desire, skin
stinging from her scratches, wanting to make this first time last as long
as possible, he started thinking that it might be an appropriate time to
bring up the subject of safety.
  
"I'm hungry." murmured Scully as she sat up.

"Hungry."

"Yes, aren't you?  Wine only dampens hunger so much, Mulder."

"I think...maybe....that you could call me Fox, now."

"Oh....in that case, I'm Dana," she leaned forward and kissed him on the
top of his head.  "Are you hungry?"

"Mmmm, but I already know what I want," he said, biting her knee.

Dana blushed and nodded.  "Well, I want some real food, too.  Come on," 
Standing up, she let him take her hand, pulled him up, smiling slightly as
he pulled his boxers back over his hips.  Leading the way into the kitchen,
she grabbed a bowl, spilled some sunflower seeds and dried cranberries from
a jar into it, handed it to Mulder...Fox.  Funny how difficult it was for
her to think of him with that name.  He had trained her well.  She took ice
out of the freezer, noting the new pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, and
dumped the cubes into an available pitcher, opened the fridge and raised
her eyebrows in surprise.

"Italian sausage? Cherries?  Raclette?  Were you planning to seduce me?"

Fox crept up behind, wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hips to her.
 "No....I just wanted to make you something nice."

Scully closed her eyes, feeling his soft lips  on the side of her throat. 
The refrigerator door shut with a soft 'fwoop', unnoticed while Fox drew
Dana's bathrobe from her.  He stripped her tee shirt and his boxers off as
well, then reaching around from behind to cup her breasts while she
balanced herself against the nearby counter.

"Dana, I need....ah....um..."

"In the cupboard, if you can reach from here," she said hoarsely.
 
The cupboard?  They were, indeed, in the cupboard, silver and gold foil
packets in a small wooden bowl.
  
Dana looked over her shoulder at the sound of ripping paper to see Mulder
putting on a condom faster than what she would have thought humanly
possible.  She braced herself once more and waited for him.

"Dana?  I'm down here," Fox had spread out her bathrobe on the hardwood
floor (thank goodness it was clean), and was lying down, the whites of his
eyes gleaming in the remnants of candle glow from the living room.  She
sank on top of him in one smooth motion, carefully stroking between his
legs, just to make him burn a little without displacing the condom.

"I thought....?" she wondered aloud, motioning towards the fridge.

"Um....ah.... you're a little short....but we'll....work some...thing out."

"Hmmmm, I'm sure you're right..." she answered, standing up on her knees
and moving over him  "Ready?"

He nodded, nearly swooning from the sensation of liquid heat and smooth
rippling muscle as Dana enveloped him.  "The first time...." she whispered.
 
He grabbed her by the hips and demanded that she move.  Her rhythm was
steady for a while, not enough to make him lose all semblance of control,
but as she speeded up, he felt ready to burst.  Mouth falling open, sweat
rolling between her breasts, she leaned back, supported by his knees, a
rosy flush suffusing on her chest and face as she came.  She fell forward,
landing on his chest with a moan that propelled his desire to new heights.
       
"Dana...."  He quickly rolled over, thrusting hard, covering her mouth with
his own as she moaned again. Wrapping her legs around him, kneading his
buttocks with her hands, she urged him deeper, until his eyes rolled back
and he cried out in joy.

               *          *          *

Lying uncomfortably on the kitchen floor, Fox tightened his grip around his
partner, extraordinarily happy.  The last time he had felt even remotely
close to happiness was when she had been returned to him from the coma.

"Feel better?"

"Yes...you can make me chicken soup anytime."

Silence fell while Dana cuddled closer, thighs pleasantly sticky, listening
to Fox's heartbeat and slow breathing.  God, she loved the way he smelled 
"I have a very comfortable bed...let's use it next time, okay?"

"Sure, let's go,"  he replied, sitting up and stretching.

Dana frowned for a moment, then looked down at his waist.  He meant it.

"I do have a question for you, though." he said, turning to look at her,
smiling when he noticed the direction of her glance.  "What can I say..."

"Hmmm?" Dana was seriously distracted, anticipating a long, slow, delicious
trip to her bedroom.

"Why do you keep condoms in the kitchen?"

"Well, you never know, Mulder, you never know."


               FINIS