From: Jada_Rene Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 00:48:24 GMT Subject: REPOST: Arcadia: Necessary Smut (1/1) Title: Arcadia: Necessary Smut (1/1) Author: Jada Rene Feedback: JadaRene@yahoo.com Rating: Poetic NC-17 Category: S, R Keywords: Post-ep, MSR Archive: Freely! Spoilers: Arcadia Summary: Smut/MSR Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, The X-Files are property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and FOX. No infringement intended. Please no lawsuits, I'm trying to cut down. NOTE: Hum...I posted this awhile ago but it didn't show up on several servers...let's try this again... ***************************************************************** Arcadia: Necessary Smut By Jada Rene 9:23 AM Home of Rob and Laura Petrie Specifically, the master bathroom Scully stuck her head under the hot shower stream, spitting back water as it funneled into her mouth. The bathroom door opened. "Just me, Scully," Mulder said, entering without seeking permission. She paused, drawing her head up to look through the crystalline shower door. "I need another towel. That muck is everywhere." He fished around in the cabinet under the sink, withdrew a towel and closed the cabinet again. He stopped, facing her, looking at her image muddled by the frosted door. She turned her back toward him. "Find it?" she asked, knowing very well the answer. "Yup." He cocked his head to one side, waiting for something, then shrugged and made his exit. Scully continued cleansing herself. Outside the master bathroom, Mulder shut his eyes tightly, laying a hand over his groin, trying to silence the urges. He was desperate to conjure images of basketball, baseball, soccer...anything but her. He clutched the towel with both hands, listening to the soft splashes of the running tap. He would give just about anything to give her a bath...with his tongue. He sighed, leaning against the door, his jaw tightening and relaxing as he tried to breathe slowly through his nose. The shower stopped; he heard the last spill of water as she closed the tap, heard the shower door open and close again, very soft sounds of her bare feet against the bath mat. A few moments passed during which he tried not to imagine Scully toweling herself dry. It was agony. He couldn't let her come out here. "Scully, whatever you do, don't open the bathroom door," he said. It took every ounce of will in him to say those words. "Why?" he had startled her, he was sure of it. He could hear the tinge of alarm in her voice. She was probably wondering if the compost monster had returned. "What's out there?" "Me. Just me." "Okay." Her voice was slow; he could hear the skepticism. "If it's just you, why do I have to stay in here?" He took a deep breath. "Just don't open the door, okay, Scully? Just trust me on this one." "Mulder, my clothes are out there," her tone now implying that she wasn't amused. He bit his lip. "Scully, so help me, if you open that door, I don't know what I'm going to do." Scully was taken aback by the serious tone of his words. She didn't know how to respond. "I don't think I can be a gentleman if you open that door right now." He squeezed his eyes shut, sliding down the length of the door and leaning heavily against it. She was unresponsive, staring at the closed door with a furrowed brow. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying don't open the door." "Are you suggesting that you're going to rape me if I open the door?" Her eyebrows were raised, wondering what was going on in his head. "No. Yes. No." He was evidently frustrated. "It's not like that, Scully." "Mulder." "It's just...I don't know how much longer we can go on like this." "Mulder." "I just...want you...so bad..." It was agony to say the words. "Mulder." He stopped, taking a slow breath. "Mulder." He was going to have to face her at some point. He couldn't very well just keep her locked in the bathroom for the next thirty years. He stood up. "Mulder," she repeated insistently. He sighed. "Yes, Scully?" "Mulder," she spoke decidedly. "The door is unlocked." He stood staring wide eyed at the door separating them. Just what was she saying? His heart began to pound so hard it deafened him. With a shaking hand he reached out and twisted the knob. The door swung open with an eerie creak to reveal Scully wrapped in a long, white bath towel, wet red curls licking her face and neck. He stood there, staring at her, not daring to breathe. Scully looked up at him with honest blue eyes, her mouth revealing nothing as she adjusted her grip on her towel and then suddenly cast it to the floor. She stood naked before him, like a goddess, like a challenge. He rushed to her, gathering her to himself and moving down so fast for a kiss that Scully braced herself for the impact; but his lips met hers in a soft and gentle motion, warm and yielding, tender and uncertain. She tilted her head upward, opening her mouth fully to him. It was the sweetest taste that his tongue had ever savored. He welcomed her warmth to him as he drew her ever closer, determined to breathe his soul into her so that she might know his love. His hands slid down over her smooth flesh as he gently pulled his lips from hers. With strong arms he lifted her, carrying her to the bed and laying her against the sheets. He pulled off his clothing slowly as if dazed, carefully piling his garments onto one another. Throughout this ritual she never spoke, never broke her gaze, intent on impressing each moment into her heart. He descended to her, his mouth reclaiming her with subtle, moist seductions as he wrapped his arms around her, shrouding her in warmth and comfort. Time ceased, hours unknown, space yawning endlessly as they began their journey together into the greatest abyss ever encountered. His lips softly guided her mouth, distracting her only slightly as he entered her. She broke the kiss with a precious gasp as he pressed into her; she yielded, relaxing in his embrace and shuddering with the first sensitivity of orgasm. It was the most exquisite moment of his life as he watched her. He paused, embedded in his first stroke, awaiting her return to him. She brought her eyes back to his, her red lips a happiness entrusted only to him now. He kissed those lips again and began to stroke slightly into her tight opening. Her toes curled around his calves as she offered herself wholly; he sank in further, sensing her heat, a sigh of pleasure escaping him. Her breasts were squashed against the flat expanse of his chest as he held her close, continuing his crusade into her mouth while his hips rocked methodically with hers. They swam deep in the waters of their unfathomable love, each soul longing for the assurance of the other, each seeking to fulfill the purpose of that love. He pushed against her, his lungs burning for air as he strove to achieve the crest for her. She glistened beneath him, opals of perspiration beading upon her tender brow as he struggled to contain himself. He touched her, he knew her, he loved her, he felt her, all around him, squeezing him, loving him, feeling him, knowing him. He thrust inside her; she gasped, she arched, she writhed, her beautiful face the tender blush of love meant only for him. He submitted, hot and furied within her as she called his name, as he breathed her own. He trembled upon her, never letting her go as she quaked beneath him. They found each other among the wild waves and embraced, blissful in their union. He brought his thumbs to her temples, using his touch to memorize her beauty. Her mouth smiled at him and his kiss devoured it. He gazed at her, flushed with love, communicating volumes to her wordlessly as his fingers gently wandered in her hair. She held him, her small surgeon's hands warming his shoulder blades. He pulled away slowly, their flesh sticking poignantly. She remained curled in his arms, snuggling close to his warm body as he pressed his lips to her forehead, hazel eyes sliding shut. A hushed sigh whispered out of her. They succumbed to slumber together, souls mingling in the netherplane of the dreamscape and finding peace within each other's grasp. They slept on, hearts at last fulfilled and overflowing with an everlasting love. This was the way it was meant to be; this was destiny calling them home. End. Any comments will be greatly appreciated at JadaRene@yahoo.com Thanks!