Title:  Drawing a Bath

Author:  bizzzichick@yahoo.com  (Satina)
Website:  http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy

Rating:  NC-17

Category:  MSR, UST, 'bation

Disclaimer:  Sigh...no they aren't mine, at least legally,
anyway.  Chris Carter thought 'em up so he gets to deprive them
of love and life as much as tickles his twisted fancy.  I'm just
using them without permission to rid my brain of some demented
fantasies.

Notes:  Scully calls Mulder while she's drawing a bath for
herself.

Spoilers:  Not EVEN.

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Mulder stretched out on his leather couch on his back, tossing
his basketball up in front of his face and catching it.  He was
letting off steam after a tough case, and the dusky evening light
combined with the flickering images of Big Foot on his TV bathed
his body in a blue-gray glow.

His phone rang, and he stretched up and reached backward over his
head to get it.  The basketball came down, was nearly stopped by
the fingers of his left hand, then smacked him square in the
nose.

"Fuck!  Mulder."

"Hi Mulder it's me."

"Oh hi Scully, what's up?"  Mulder blinked his eyes to clear away
the haze of pain.

Scully sounded tired.  "Nothing...I was just thinking about what
Reverend Casey said today.  Mulder, I'm not entirely convinced
he's innocent in this whole thing."

Mulder started to reply, then heard the sound of a faucet turning
on.  The sound of running water was loud in his ear.

"Uh well, Scully, I don't think he had anything to do with it."
Mulder heard the sound of the phone being jostled.  Then he heard
sloshing, swishing sounds.  Scully's hands swishing through
water??

"Mulder..."  Scully's voice was just a little impatient.  "I know
you think some supernatural entity was responsible for the
destruction of those records, but doesn't it just make more sense
that for some unknown reason, Reverend Casey burned them
himself?"

Mulder heard the phone being jostled some more and then he heard
the unmistakable rustle of fabric rubbing against the receiver.

"Scully...what are you doing?"

"Hmm?  Oh I'm just running a bath.  I feel dirty after crawling
around in that dusty old basement all day.  Just a sec, Mulder.
I need to put down the phone."

Mulder's breath caught in his throat as he heard Scully put down
the phone.  He strained his ears to hear what she was doing, and
heard the soft sound of a zipper, then a noise which could only
be Scully's suit brushing against her body as she removed it.

<Oh. God.>

Any protest to Scully's theory was blotted out by an image of
Scully bending over to step out of her skirt <It was blue today,
wasn't it?  Dark blue.> then hooking her graceful white fingers
into the waist of her pantyhose and peeling them off...along with
her <OH GOD> panties.

The pain in his nose was forgotten.  He felt a new ache a lot
lower.

He could hear his own breath in the receiver as he waited for her
to return to the phone.

"MMmmm..." she moaned.  "That's better."

Mulder cleared his throat as that little moan sent a shock
straight to his groin.  <Don't think about Scully naked.  Don't
think about Scully naked.>

"Uh well Scully, you saw the same things I did, heard the same
statement.  Reverend Casey says he didn't do it.  I have no
reason to believe he's lying."

The sound of the water ceased, and Mulder heard small swishing
sounds.  Mulder imagined Scully's petite, tight little body
perched naked on the edge of the tub, the phone connecting them
wrapped in one hand, the fingers of the other trailing through
the bubbles.  His own hand brushed down his chest, over his
abdomen and settled on his crotch.

Scully sighed.  Mulder pressed against the bulge in his jeans.
"I don't either, Mulder, but I certainly don't think we have
enough evidence to convince the D.A. that it was an unseen
entity."  Her voice was teasing and Mulder could almost see the
smug half-smile on those perfect lips.  He smiled.  His own voice
lowered, teasing back.

"Since when have I needed evidence to be right, Scully?"  <Oh
great, piss her off so she ends the call, ass hole.>  Mulder's
regrets kicked in a second too late.  Blood was quickly leaving
his brain and going South.

Scully's little chuckle sounded throaty and relaxed.  Mulder let
out a breath he had been holding and squeezed himself through his
pants.

"So you don't even think it's worth further investigation?"
Scully's voice was mingling with the sounds of water sploshing
gently.

<What, your bath?  Your naked body being lapped by foamy water?
Oh yeah that's definitely worth further investigation.>

"I'm perfectly willing to devote some attention to that, Scully."
<Oh yes PERFECTLY FUCKING WILLING, Scully.  Perfectly willing to
crawl into the holes in this phone and crawl out the other side
into your bathroom and fuck you senseless in the bubbles.>
Mulder's free hand unzipped his jeans and reached inside his knit
boxers.  He tried very hard to disguise his shuddering sigh as
his hand wrapped around his hot, hard flesh.

"MM...I'm glad to hear that Mulder.  I was afraid you'd fight me
on this."  Mulder smiled, his mouth partly open, his breathing
coming in shallow pants.

"Just tell me when, Scully."  Jesus he hoped his voice didn't
sound as breathy as he thought it did.

Scully's own breath hissed out as she lowered herself into the
bath.  Mulder's eyes squeezed shut and his hand squeezed,
stroked, squeezed, stroked.

"MMmm..."  <God, did Scully always moan in the bath??  Why
haven't I heard that when she was in the connecting motel room?
I'll certainly be listening HARDER from now on.>  "Let's do it
tomorrow after the budget meeting then, OK Mulder?"

<Oh God Scully I'll do you anytime, anywhere you just tell me
what you want.>

"Uhh...yeah, Scully.  Good."  <Good job.  Almost a complete
sentence.  She'll never suspect a thing.>  Mulder's mind could
see nothing but a naked Scully, stretched out beneath the foamy
surface of the water, one hand wrapped around the phone which
connected her directly to him, the other hand....one could only
imagine.  He also imagined his own hand, dipping beneath the
water, and Scully, arching as his fingers touched her.

His hand moved more quickly, and he held the mouthpiece of the
phone against his neck so that she wouldn't hear his small grunts
and gasps.  He was so close, so close.  He knew he shouldn't come
with her on the phone...she'd know.  He had just enough presence
of mind to slow his hand and make an attempt to end the call.

"So...Uh...I'll see you tomorrow then."  He swallowed hard, his
eyes swimming with pictures of wet, slick Scully skin.

"OK Mulder, sounds good.  I'll see you then."

Mulder heard the click of the phone being hung up and he fumbled
the phone up over his head, dropping it roughly onto the base.
Squeezing his eyes closed tightly, his hand sped up its motion,
squeezing, grasping, stroking, moving fast and rough.  He
imagined Scully hanging up the phone and sliding down lower into
the bath and placing her little hands between her own soapy
thighs, and his orgasm hit, making him buck his hips up off the
sweaty leather, jamming himself into his own fist and spurting
the evidence of his lust all over his jeans, shirt and couch
leather.

He laid there a few moments, breathing heavily, his eyes swimming
with snatches of bare flesh and bubbles.  Finally, he stripped
his T-shirt off over his head and used it to clean himself and
his
couch.  He rolled over, jeans still open, and fell asleep in the
soft glow of the television.  It was one of the best night's
sleep he'd had in a long time.

Scully set the phone down carefully on the back of the toilet
tank and slid under the bubbles luxuriously.  She laid her head
back and sighed deeply, her fingers slipping down her body to the
dark, warm meeting place of her thighs, stroking and pressing,
eliciting little sighs of pleasure.

<That ought to help him with his insomnia.>  Her eyes closed as
her lips parted, sighing his name as she brought herself to her
own shuddering climax.

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