Title: Before the Consummation Author: Soleil Summary: Once upon a time, Scully watched Mulder take a shower. Now she's watching TV in the middle of the night, and Mulder watches Scully... Spoilers: Millennium Rating: oh so NC17 Category: UST/RST Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just re-enacted what Mulder and Scully do between episodes. The true characters are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the Fox Network. No copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: This is that sequel to A Night With the Pertri's that everyone *demanded* that I write. It's a little more serious and relationship-building than the other one, but I still had fun with it. I got to let my Vocal!Mulder and Blowjob!Scully play together anyway. My arm aches, keeping me awake. I toss and turn on Scully's couch, wishing for Advil or aspirin to help me sleep. My partner had insisted on keeping me here under her thumb, er, under her care until I regained at least partial use of my arm. It's torture trying to keep myself under control while she performs simple duties like shaving me and helping me eat. Worst of all is her helping me dress and undress. Yes, I'm her partner. OK, I'm a consummate gentleman. But I'm also a man, for Christ's sake. Does she think I'm immune to a beautiful woman? Ever since that chaste, sweet little kiss I've been wanting more and more of her. When she finally dropped me off that night, Scully had shocked the hell out of me by asking to kiss me again. We had quite a make-out session, but unfortunately it didn't lead to anything more...strenuous. We didn't want me to hurt my arm worse, you see. Scully doesn't realize that I'd gladly rip my arm *off* if it meant a chance to make love to her. This morning, when Scully pulled my T-shirt on over my head, her fingers had accidently brushed against my neck and trailed down my chest and stomach. I'd had to close my eyes and picture the zombies dressing me instead of a certain delectable redhead. Then she helped me pull my jeans on. I had actually been fine until she fumbled for my zipper. I'd had to push her away and do it myself, mumbling something about not wanting to be babied. Now I throw the blankets off my legs and get up to go to the bathroom. Maybe Scully has some pain reliever in there. All I really need is something to relax me enough to help me sleep. There's a quiet sound coming from Scully's bedroom. I can see a faint glow coming from under her door and realize she must be watching TV. I knock on her door hopefully. Some company might be nice if we're both awake anyway. It swings open slightly under my hand. "Come on in Mulder," Scully calls quietly. I enter her bedroom with my most charming smile on. She is stretched out on the end of her bed with the remote in her hand and moves over to make room for me. "I'm watching the psychic network," she grins. "I'm hoping it will bore me back to sleep." "My arm hurts a little," I tell her quietly. Lying down on her bed, I notice it's very soft, but gives me great back support. Much like Scully herself. "Yeah, it's bound to hurt a little, like an ache deep inside." There's an oddly sorrowful tone to her voice that makes me look up quickly. She smiles. "It will start to itch next." Scully spoons up next to me and starts running her fingers through my hair, basically massaging my head. Now there's a phrase that inspires me. I shush my restless cock sternly and concentrate on the sensations on my scalp. It feels really good, actually. The sound of the TV becomes a muted drone and I drift off in her arms, surrounded by her softness and her smell. ------------------- Mulder's asleep. His body had slowly relaxed against mine, becoming heavier and heavier until a soft purring snore signaled his sleep. I hold his sweet weight awhile longer. Mulder's so much like a big jungle cat. Unfortunately for me, his delicious smell isn't helping my little problem. I'm extremely horny. I was actually debating whether or not I wanted to touch myself for some relief when I heard Mulder stirring. Maybe I still can. No, what am I thinking! He's right here in the bed with me! That thought sends another rush of desire to my swollen center. But I don't make much noise anyway, my horny self argues. I can roll to the other side of the bed and get away with it. What if he wakes up? I don't care anymore. I'm too far gone to care. I *have* to touch myself and think of my favorite fantasy...Mulder stroking himself in the shower while I watch, maybe touching him myself to finish him off. Whoa! I'm getting started already. I roll up to my pillows and arrange myself. I don't do this very often and have developed a very particular way of getting off. My clitoris is extremely sensitive. I can't tolerate much direct touching, so I usually lay face down on my hands and grind myself onto them. My clit gets crushed between my lips and the heel of my hand. The pressure is enough if I think about the right things. My fantasy Mulder is moaning and pleading with me for release. Like a Goddess with all the power over his body, I stroke his penis and stare greedily at his face. Yes, his eyes are closed and the most delicious noises come from his throat. I comply with one of his requests and drop to my knees to suck him off. It's kind of fun, torturing Mulder like this. I know he's awake. It was a little hard to miss. I heard the shift in his breathing as he drifted up from deep sleep. I thought about stopping, but I'm so close. Then I heard the rustle as his head turned towards me and the gasp as he realized what I'm doing. I'm a little embarrassed, but somehow knowing I'm turning him on incredibly fuels my desires. I'm gasping, pushing my face into a pillow to muffle my noise. So good, so good. My hips undulate against my hands faster and faster until that sweet agony washes over me. It seems to go on a long time, partially because I know Mulder is nearby. Just as I'm calming down, I hear a distinctly male groan. ------------------- I can't believe this is happening. I woke up disoriented, unsure of where I was in the darkness. Then I heard the soft gasps and turned my head to see Scully, not two feet away from me. She's lying on her stomach and she's kind of...writhing. What's she doing? Her back and shoulders are rigid with tension and her hips rise and fall. I study the way her hands are placed beneath her and it dawns on me that she's rubbing her vulva against them. Scully is *masturbating*! I am simultaneously aroused and mortified. I shouldn't be here watching this. Scully is a very private person. She would be horribly embarrassed if she knew I was aware of her actions. What I *should* do is turn my head and feign sleep until she's finished. Then maybe she'll fall asleep and I can sneak back to the couch. God, she's beautiful. I can't help watching her. The lines of her back and legs, the curve of her waist, I study her like a greedy starving man. I wonder what she's thinking about as she's touching herself. Hands stroking her breasts and between her thighs, a tongue licking her. Whose hands? Whose mouth? Mine, perhaps? Oh God, her hips are jerking faster and her whole body is shuddering. I can hear the moans she's trying hard to muffle. Unable to help myself, I groan in response. Scully lies quietly for a few minutes and I listen for the even breathing of slumber to start. My whole body is throbbing. She rouses suddenly and sits up. I freeze and close my eyes. There's no way she'll believe this sham. My erection at least is a dead giveaway. I can hear her panting still. What's she doing now? I cautiously slit one eye open and am greeted with what is possibly the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Her pajama top is completely unbuttoned and her pants are pulled down to her ankles. She sits up with her knees spread, not facing me, but angled towards me. My other eye opens and it takes great restraint not to move or make a sound. I can see her. Not very clearly, and not with the anatomical detail I would get with one of my videos, but Christ! I can *see* Scully's *pussy*! It resembles a peach. When she dips two fingers into her opening, I spasm as if she had put those fingers in me, instead. I am so a dead man. ------------------- Ah, that jerk he just gave was lovely. I'm putting on quite a show for him. And I'm safe, because he doesn't know that I know he's awake. I can be a wanton slut for him, and feign complete ignorance. As soon as I sat up and looked at him, I could see how aroused he was. Oh Mulder. You are magnificent. Those cotton pajamas of yours don't hide a *thing*. I've never done this in front of someone before. I understand it's a common male fantasy. I hope Mulder appreciates the effort I'm putting forth here. My fingers stroke deep inside me and I can't help grunting at the pleasure it causes. Mulder squeaks. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. His eyes are wide open and every few seconds his lips squeeze together and his forehead wrinkles up. I think he's trying not to moan. I watch his hands twitch at his sides, pressing into his hipbones, making little forays into the crease of his groin. He wants to touch himself so badly, but he's being a good boy and staying absolutely still. I close my eyes now and abandon myself to what I'm doing. I press harder and sweep my fingers in a slow circle within myself. This is sooo good. I've never been able to teach a man to touch me just exactly right. That's how I got that unflattering "Ice Queen" nickname. Damn Jack Willis. Honestly, I thought he would be a strong man, the kind I need to release my sensual nature. Jack was weak though. Not anything like Mulder. Mulder challenges me on a daily basis, pushes me to my limits, makes me a better scientist and a better woman. He was wrong in the hallway outside his apartment, when I almost left him and our world was nearly shattered by a virulent bug. *He* makes *me* a whole person. "Oh God, yes Mulder," I cry unthinkingly. I reach completion at just the thought of him. I'm shocked when his deep rough voice echoes mine immediately. "Scully! Gaaahhh..so beautiful!" I snap my eyes open and swivel my head to look at him. He has forgotten restraint and is jacking himself in utter abandon. As soon as my eyes fall on him, he whips his hand away and stares at me in total horror and fear. "Scully! God I'm so sorry! I couldn't help myself, you were breathing so hard, and I..I'm so sorry, I never should have watched you like this, PLEASE don't hate me!" He buries his face in his hands and hunches miserably, waiting for my wrath to descend. ------------------- She's going to kill me. I'm shaking like a little girl, but I can't help it. I know I've just witnessed something deeply private. "Mulder. Look at me." Her voice is calm. I slowly raise my head. How can I look her in the eyes now? I don't want to see the embarrassment and mortification I've caused her. Instead, I see Scully crawling towards me, not a stitch of clothing on. I freeze. I can't move, not even when she undresses me. Not until her palm wraps around my straining member, then I jerk uncontrollably and cry out in a combination of misery and pleasure. She's literally hitting below the belt this time. Scully strokes me up and down in a tight, sweeping move, not firm enough to drive me to orgasm yet. She's looking straight at me as she does it. She doesn't look angry or even remotely upset. My body wants very badly to give in to the incredible pleasure, but my mind insists on learning the truth. I choke out, "Why are you doing this?" She looks astonished and her hand drops off of me. Her pretty eyes fill with tears. I can barely hear her mumbled answer over my pounding heart. "I had hoped..after our kiss earlier, that we would start moving towards a more romantic relationship. I want that for us, Mulder. But if all you offer me is friendship, I'll be satisfied with that. Your friendship is very important to me. *You* are important to me. " She averts her eyes and now she *is* embarrassed. Scully gestures vaguely to my lap and says, "I thought I could please you. You seemed so turned on by watching me..." Shit! She knew I was watching her? Wait a minute. Scully wants to please me. Apparently sexually. More than that, she's admitting to me that she wants something more. I'd be turning cartwheels if I wasn't hampered by a giant erection. I love her so much. I'm happy that it finally seems as if those feelings are not in vain. I want to say something romantic and meaningful. What comes out is, "OK." Stupid! Stupid! I smack myself in the forehead in shame, but Scully apparently found it to be the Right Thing, after all. She giggles a little, giggles! and before I know it, her mouth is opening as wide as it can go and sliding down my cock to the balls. It's too much. I grab handfuls of her hair, probably hurting her, and try to get her to slow down. I'm so close. I was right on the edge of coming when she caught me. "Too good! Scully, I'll never last!" She pushes my hands away and takes control of my body. Where did she learn to so *that* with her lips! Fuck, it's driving me insane. I sprawl back on the bed, flinging my arms over my head. Giving in entirely to her and what she's doing to me. Now that I don't have to be quiet anymore, I let the animal sounds rip out of my throat. I'm grimacing, and somehow I can't see. It doesn't matter. My world has narrowed down to her hot, wet, silky, luscious mouth, with me in it. ------------------- Mulder's in my mouth. I have his hot, heavy erection in my mouth. He tastes so fucking good. I think I shocked him when I slid the whole huge length into my lips. Yes, oh yes, I can deepthroat a man. I let him fuck my mouth, bobbing my head up and down in a fast tight rhythm that I know will blow his mind and his balls and make me completely own him. Mulder makes some damn sexy noises when he's excited. I listen to him. "Ahhh yeah! So good, so goooood...like that, oh YES..(sob)..don't stop baby...so good! So incredible, so good. I can't stand it!" Mulder's gone. He can't stand anymore. I put my hand around him and lift my head so I can see his face, stroking him through his orgasm. His eyes have rolled to the back of his head and he almost looks like he's in pain. His teeth are clenched. He howls with a throaty "OH, OH, OH!" and somewhere in there he screams that it feels good. Mmm, yes it does Mulder, I know it does. His spasms ease and his body once again relaxes into my blankets. I fetch a towel to clean up the creamy spurts I let get away. Next time I'll have to taste him as he comes. I think he's asleep. I conked him out but good. That's okay though, I really don't mind. I wanted to bring him release after all. I push and pull at him and he rouses enough to get on the pillows and under the blankets with me. I don't think his arm hurts anymore. I love this man more than anything in the world, but I'm terrified of telling him. His quest is so all consuming, so important to him. There's no place for anything else right now. If we ever find his sister, maybe then the time will be right for us to be truly together. It's apparent Mulder desires me physically. And I know he loves me, but in what way I'm just not sure. He went to the ends of the earth to get me, not even sure that I wouldn't still walk out on him. He agreed to father children with me, unhesitating, even though we both knew it would change so much in our lives. After all that between us, only now have we taken physical gratification from each other. It's ironic. But for now, encounters like these will have to be enough for me. I will be as patient as I have to be. I will win Mulder's heart. End Was this a satisfying sequel? DKMulder@juno.com. I've been reduced to begging for feedback. Tsk, tsk.