NEW: Elderberry Wine (1/?) MSR NC-17 by zoot
WickdZoot
Although I'm letting them have more fun here than the SurfNazi ever did.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: While visiting to give her mother surprise news, Scully discovers her
mother has a few surprises of her own.
Elderberry Wine
by
wickdzoot (or the artist formerly known as Allie Reardon)
Dana Scully woke slowly, reluctantly, her face still pressed into a pillow that
was decidedly damp. The sheet beneath her was smooth, but the sheet wrapped
around her was tangled around her legs.
A thought traveled through her mind, searching for a place to roost.
Oh.
The sheet was around her legs.
That meant it had come untucked.
Untucked. Dana Scully's sheets *never* came untucked, she made them with neat
hospital corners and they stayed, no matter what kind of exertions might take
place in her bed.
She wasn't in her own bed.
That thought joined the first and she shifted her face away from the dampness.
She'd drooled on her pillow.
Three consecutive thoughts, and she was rising toward real consciousness, not
sure that it was at all wise.
Someone was humming.
This thought seemed disconnected from the first three, but she let it rest
there anyway.
Humming.
A familiar sound, and for some reason she found it comforting. It almost let
her drift back down, but--it was Mulder humming.
She was lying in an unfamiliar bed as bare as the day she was born, she had an
incredible case of the-morning-after-the-night-before mouth, and Mulder was
humming.
Mulder.
*That* thought sent a warm fuzzy feeling--well, not precisely fuzzy, but
definitely warm--down through her midsection to other parts of her anatomy
which were pretty damned happy right now, despite the throbbing in her head.
Mulder.
Mr. Adult Video News.
The man who had still been slightly diffident when she'd basically knocked him
down on his couch and told him that G-women liked it on top. The man who had,
once he was sure she was in her right mind, responded quite sensationally.
These thoughts joined the others on the perch inside her mind, adding no
clarity to her present circumstances, but increasing that warm feeling
exponentially.
She liked it so well, she thought about him deliberately again. Mulder, Mulder,
Mulder, tasting of popcorn and salt and beer and the movie happily playing to
an audience occupied with other things, and my, my, my, who would have known
just how that obsessive focus on ETs and things that went bump in the night
could be transferred to sex.....
Sex. With Mulder.
She allowed that warm feeling to predominate for a while, just drifting along
with the humming and the warmth....
Another thought drifted through, unsure as to whether or not it was going to
stop. It felt vaguely important, but did she want to wake up enough to
actually examine it? Maybe. Maybe not, but that warmth and the humming were
awfully attractive, and she snatched after the thought.
She was wearing a ring. She didn't usually wear rings. And this one was....
Scully sat bolt upright--not a wise move--and groaned faintly, putting both
hands to her forehead as a bolt of pain shot through it. Oh, boy, definitely a
case of the morning after the night before, what the *hell* had she had to
drink?
Three beers, a little inner voice informed her, and half a bottle of champagne.
"Oh, shit." Moving more cautiously, she wrapped the sheet around herself and
got out of bed. If she kept one hand on the side of her head, it didn't hurt
as much, she discovered and made it to the bathroom door.
Mulder was shaving, standing there in his shorts. She spared a moment to
admire the rear view and the curve of his spine, and leaned against the
doorjamb. "Mulder?"
He turned, razor held in mid-stroke, and smiled sunnily at her. "Morning,
Scully."
He was really so cute when he smiled like that, she thought vaguely, and he had
been working out, oooh, he had, and why in the world his semi-clad body should
set her pulse racing like this when she'd seen him naked before..... "Mulder,
did I dream it, or did we get married last night?"
The smile faltered. "I knew we should have waited until the beers wore off."
She waved her free hand vaguely, distracted by his nipples. On the other hand,
he'd been near death at the time, and he was absolutely, undeniably,
incontrovertibly in the best of health right now. Was he ever. "No, no, I just
wanted to make sure I wasn't delusional." Oh, definitely cute, now he was
looking a bit apprehensive.
"We got married last night." He was regarding her warily now. "It's not an X
file, Scully."
Poor Mulder, she thought and winced again as her head throbbed. Poor her, her
mother was absolutely going to murder her. One daughter left, no big Catholic
wedding, she was going to have to talk fast when she saw her mother. Which
would have to be soon. "Okay, good, I just wanted to be sure."
Some of the wariness faded. "Good?"
Well, hell, yes, she thought. "The married part is good, I'm not so sure about
the champagne."
Sympathetic Mulder look. He put the razor down, one side of his face unshaven
and still covered in shaving gel. "I went out early, got some juice, think
that would help?"
It sounded iffy, but God, he could be so sweet sometimes. "I'll have to think
about it," she told him. Really, even with his face half-shaven, he was
decidedly--"Finish shaving, I'll give it a try."
After all, it was Saturday, unless she'd lost time to an alcoholic haze, and
after all, Mulder, despite whatever quirkiness he displayed behaviorally, was
extremely....edible.
On the other hand, she needed to brush her teeth. "I don't suppose you got
toothbrushes when you got the juice."
He grinned, held up the razor. "You suppose wrong, G-woman. On the dresser.
I couldn't remember which toothpaste you prefer, so I got several."
She laughed outright--another mistake and she winced again. "Mulder," she said
fondly and went out to find several small promotional tubes neatly laid out on
the motel's dresser.
"We need to figure out how to tell Skinner," Mulder called from the bathroom.
"Or maybe we shouldn't."
"Skinner is the least of our worries," Scully muttered and took toothbrush and
paste back to the bathroom. "Mind if I squeeze in here?"
"You can squeeze in anytime, G-woman," he told her, still watching the mirror,
head tilted as the razor moved in even, sure strokes.
Some imp from hell took possession of her hand; waiting until he rinsed the
razor again, she goosed him, got a satisfactory yelp of surprise and offered
him a wicked smile. "Back at you, G-man."
A little flare of delight did much to ease her hangover. "Ooooh, Scully, talk
dirty to me."
"Only if you're good," she told him primly and wet the toothbrush. "Skinner
doesn't worry me. We have to tell my mother, Mulder."
"Do we?" He sounded nervous and his expression had gone blank. "I mean, do we
have to right away? Maybe we could sort of get her used to the idea first."
"God hates a coward," she told him, although the idea was appealing.
"When have I ever been a coward," he protested, "I'm thinking about your
mother, that's all. It's bound to be a shock."
Toothbrush in her mouth, Scully gave him The Look. Unfortunately, romance
appeared to have diluted its efficacy, he gave her one right back. Spit, rinse
and, "Mulder, I can't lie to my mother."
He sighed and resumed shaving. "Well, if you put it that way." Grudgingly.
"Can we do it tomorrow?"
Another appealing idea. She considered it, looking at Mulder, so delectably
rumpled, so wonderfully....he finished shaving, rinsed the razor and then
leaned over the sink to rinse his face.
Definitely a lovely rear view, she thought and set the toothbrush aside.
"Yes," she agreed and hooked her finger in the waistband of his shorts. "Come
here."
That look of delight again.
She vaguely remembered it from the night before when he had said, "What do you
say we get married, Scully?" and she had said, "Sure, Mulder, when?"
"Why, Scully, are your intentions honorable?" He let himself be pulled closer.
"You better hope not," she told him and leaned up to kiss him. Yes, she rather
thought she could wait one more day. It wasn't every Saturday morning she woke
up and found herself married.
Mmmmmm, Mulder was not only edible, he was kissable; his arms went around her
and the sheet fell to the floor. "Not on the sink," she murmured against his
mouth, "It's cold."
"God hates a coward," he murmured back.
"You'll be sorry," she warned, even as his fingertips were finding all those
lovely, lovely, lovely spots that turned her into little more than a bundle of
erogenous zones tied to a brainstem. Oh, hell, maybe he wasn't going to be
sorry, she wondered distantly if she owed Phoebe a thank you note or a letter
bomb.....
It was so hard to decide.
The porcelain *was* cold, but there was the delicious shape of him between her
thighs, she slid her hand down to cup the swelling flesh beneath the fabric of
his shorts. "Happy to see me, Mulder?" A little breathlessly.
He nipped her lower lip gently, moved to her throat and oooooh, yes, that focus
and intensity might drive her completely whacko at work, but here, oh, yes,
right there!, and she pushed him back a little. "Take those off!"
He kissed her again, hard, and, stepping out of shorts and back into her arms,
and oh, my, god, such delicious friction, and she reached down, stroked silky,
stretched flesh.
Mulder groaned in his throat and nipped at hers again, kisses in a downward
line that found her breasts and he wasn't the only one groaning, she could hear
herself making these little pleading sounds as he teased first one nipple, and
then the other. She leaned back against his hands, shivered as they slid down
to her waist.
A kiss between her breasts and he moved down again, kissing her belly, nipping
at the cup of her navel, and thank God she was actually married or she'd have
to be confessing to some major mortal sins and he kissed beneath her navel, a
fiery line that traveled right down--"God!"
His hands under her thights, the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue flicking
against. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tilted her head back,
helpless against the waves of pleasure, felt herself melting and opening, and,
"Oh, God, God, God, Mulder!" Shuddering as he kept her from sliding off the
edge of the sink.
He looked up at her, eyes bright. "I'm glad my name showed up there
somewhere." Huskily.
She whimpered. He nuzzled the inside of her thigh, all smooth shaven and oh,
God, she had to hand it to him, even if she had made the first move, there was
no slowing him down, kisses back up her belly, a little tender attention to
each breast and she hooked her legs around him to pull him close, reached down
to guide him. Hot thickness, and oh, well worth waiting for, and she heard him
groan in her ear. Sweet, oh, sweet, sweet man, and her best friend and, oh,
my, that was just right and his hips were moving slowly, backthrust and thrust,
and his hands moved over her skin, teasing....
"Scully," he breathed in her ear, "Did I tell you how much I love you?"
Thrust, and he filled her up. "Did I?"
She bit his shoulder, his hands slid beneath her, lifted her at just the right
angle and she gasped. "Um. I figured it out, Mulder." Really breathless now,
and how in the hell did he expect her to think well enough to answer him?
"That's why they put the I--" he murmured, and gasped when she shifted,
tightened. "God."
Oooh, that gasp was delicious, powerful, she nipped the curve between shoulder
and neck and he shifted again.
Oh, boy, that was it, she thought vaguely, hearing the sounds that issued from
her throat, that was just right, X marks the spot, and she let her head fall
back, felt his mouth fasten on her throat as he moved faster, harder and she
cried out helplessly, only distantly aware of Mulder's groan, of the way his
fingers tightened on her ass.
She hung there for an eternity--at least it felt that way--and then began to
breath again, raggedly. Her toes, she thought, were curled, which probably
meant that marrying Mulder was a good idea, anyone who could ring her chimes
this way was definitely an occasion of mortal sin.....
Mulder nuzzled her throat. "Oh, Scully."
Scully tightened her arms around his shoulders. "Oh, Mulder." Giggled
suddenly. "In FBI?"
"What?" He lifted his head, gazed at her, baffled.
"That's why they put the I. In FBI." There was a sheen of sweat on his skin,
and damn, why couldn't men be more like women, she wanted him all over again.
Slow grin. "Oh, yeah, definitely."
She rubbed the sole of one foot against the outside of his thigh. "How about
your investigative skills, G-man? Have you figured it out?"
He kissed her again, long and lush, and all her nerve endings gave a reflexive
little quiver. "You married me, didn't you? Maybe it *is* an X file." His
eyes were alight again.
It was impossible to resist. "There's always a rational explanation, Mulder."
"Think your Mom will buy it?" He nuzzled her throat again.
Putting her fingers into his hair, she sighed. "She'll have to." Her mouth
curved suddenly. "She knows my committment to the X files."
He laughed against her throat. "She'll have you committed."
"You'll have to get me out, then."
Lifting his head, Mulder smiled at her again, the smile she rarely saw. "Count
on it."
Damn, if it didn't make her toes curl all over again. What the hell had taken
both of them so long? Leaning up, she kissed him again, just as lushly as he
had done.
Whatever the answer, she rather thought a pipe bomb was in order for Phoebe
Green.
<to be continued>
"Scully has sex" is a sentence, not a plot. - Justin
Kimberly
You know, this is a wonderful reminder of why we come her in the first
place. It isn't flame wars, it isn't hags with bad html, it's because we
love to read stories. Stories that people put out simply to entertain one
another.
Zoot, you did a fabulous job and I can't wait to see where it's headed! I'm
so glad to see you writing, I've missed your stories! And a MSR to boot,
hell this weekend may turn out good after all!
Kimberly
bed...@my-deja.com
Thank you, Zoot!
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Shannara
DBKate
>so glad to see you writing, I've missed your stories!
As always, top notch stuff! :-) Loved Scully's slow wake up ... even with the
drool. :-)
Here, have some cookies!!! And write some more, quick.
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> > Although I'm letting them have more fun here than the SurfNazi ever did.
Damn straight!
Loved the thought flow inside Scully's head.
<to be continued> You betcha baby! We're waiting!
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