TITLE: Need Your Love AUTHOR: PhinMulder SUMMARY: Scully masturbation RATING: NC-17 (tame) <><><><><> The rain had brought a breeze with it. A cooling, cleansing air that made her curtains softly billow with each breath it took. She could feel the rain just as sure as she could feel the strains of music that permeated the air. It was a bluesy tune and every deep chord resonated in her with a desire that was fierce and strong. She nestled deeper into the couch, legs sprawled carelessly before her and a wine glass pressed against her forehead. The condensation beading on the slick surface cooled her brow and she savored the sensation, tracing the wetness over her nose and across her cheeks. Errant drops made their way down her face and those that ventured close enough were flicked away by her tongue. Her other hand strayed about her body, testing and exploring the soft plains of her flesh. Having discarded her suit when she had gotten home, she remained bra-less in a soft, silky blouse. The material against her skin was always stimulating and her fingers ventured upward. She moved without awareness, body subtlely writhing in time to the slow guitar. Her fingers paused above her nipples, gently traversing the cleft of cleavage...how many times had it been this way? Perhaps too many. And the one she desired had eluded her in just as many instances. But when the moments were right, something pressed in from him and she could swear it held to same tenacity as her desires. She used the memory of those times to drive her fantasies - oh god, the fantasies. The very thought urged her to discard the glass of wine with the realization that she would need both hands and they were soon busied with images. His eyes. With just the suggestion of them her body arched to meet an unseen lover. She could feel them piercing the darkness, hovering above with languid expression before swooping down to claim her. Her hands caressed her stomach, making slow circles around her naval before moving lower...lower...lower His lips. Oh god. The moan escaped her own as she thought of them. An involuntary shudder surfaced as she touched the places his lips should go. The pouty lower edge of them giving just enough friction. His tongue. Her skin rippled under its imaginary caress. Her fingers marked the passage it should take, traveling lightly over her thighs to dip down and resurface again. She opened her legs to it, fingers opening herself and giving the fantasy better access. Her hips shook with a pre-orgasmic tremor. His hands. Her own mingled with the desire she wished was his. Pressing on herself with the firmness she hoped his palms would bring, she found her breasts again and indulged them. Her nipples responding instantly, chest heaving and flushed with her arousal. His fingers. It took only a brief second to feel them, and soon after it was only with restraint that she could endure the feather light touch that slid up her body. She took them into her mouth, tasting on them the very essence, the salty sorbet that led her to these fringes of passion. And after she had claimed this pheromone completely they were released to glide down her neck and abdomen, leaving only the trail of her saliva to mark its presence. Here her fingers worked deeper, urging onward the inevitable outcome. She rode these thoughts as if it were a wave - building...building somewhere far offshore. And when at last it moved into warmer shallows, it crashed with a climax that brought her gasping to a surface, some place that she could float in pleasure while her body succumbed to the sensations of the fantasy. And finally she opened her eyes, body lightly misted with arousal, to find the wine and music that would guide her through the rest of the night. <><><><><> PhinMul...@worldnet.att.net X-files Art and Fanfic http://home.att.net/~PhinMulder/trustno1.html Feedback always welcome :)