Title: "Shells" Author: Alicia K. (spartcus1@msn.com) Rating: NC-17 (You were expecting, maybe, Disney?) Summary: More oral fun with our intrepid agents. Spoilers: No, thank you, not today. Archive: Sure. Just keep my name and addy attached, and let me know where. I love to visit! Author's Note: A companion piece to "Seeds", in which Mulder demonstrated his oral talents to Scully. I wasn't going to do a "sequel", per se, but I received such glowing comments and several nicely phrased requests for one, and my inspiration was sparked. Disclaimer: Mr. Mulder and Dr. Scully belong to Chris Carter and the rest of the 1013 gang, and that's a damn shame. Feedback: Oui, oui! Special thanks to Lisa and Dasha, who were wonderful enough to give me their two cents. Without them, this little ditty would have had things such as romance novel phrasings, sentences ending in propositions, and Contortionist!Scully. Thank you, Dahlinks, you are way too much fun! XXX I turned off my laptop with a soft sigh. Mulder, lost in his files, didn't hear. I stretched my arms up high over my head, arching my back, flexing my fingers. I watched the dust float over and around them, swirling lazily in the late afternoon sun. Rising from my desk, I slowly walked to the other side of the cramped office, the click of my heels loud in the silence. Click. Click. Stop. Another stretch, directly in Mulder's line of vision. A quick glance told me that he was still oblivious. Click. Click. Stop. Another languid sigh, accompanied by a tilt of the head, letting the sweep of my hair brush against the nape of my neck. Nothing. Pivot. Click. Click. Stop. Leaning over his desk, I firmly planted my palms on the cluttered space. Now he looked up, surprised and pleased to see me before him. "Scully." "Mulder." I allowed a small smile to flit over my lips. "Want to take those files over to my place? We could . work . from there." Fox Mulder could be a very difficult man to read sometimes. Other times, his head was a crystal ball -- big, beautiful, and utterly transparent. I watched his lips twitch with the hint of a leer and unspoken words. His eyes darkened a shade as the possibilities blossomed in his mind. The last time one of us had suggested ditching the office for more comfortable surroundings, we had ended up in a tangle of sweaty, enthusiastic limbs on my couch. That had been over a week ago. Not a word had been spoken about the incident.. Many bedroom-eyed gazes had been shared, but nary a vocal mention. Mulder's eyes drifted reluctantly down to the file before him as his rarely heard from sensible inner voice reared its annoying head. But when hazel met blue again, there were no arguments waiting in his smoldering eyes. "You got it, Scully." Turning back to my desk to cover my triumphant smirk, I grabbed my briefcase and headed for the door. "Go ahead and pick up whatever you want for dinner. I'll see you at my place." Halfway out the door, I added, "Oh . and Mulder? Don't forget the seeds." His muffled groan was cut short by the sound of the door closing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The files had long since been abandoned, lost under a grouping of takeout containers. By unspoken agreement, we had finished up the work that needed to be done right away. Mulder had worked at a painstakingly slow pace, either prolonging the anticipation or playing hard to get. I wasn't sure which, but watching him had left me very aroused. How could I not be, watching that sex crime of a mouth chew on pens, on seeds, on his own lip? Or watching those elegant, talented fingers slowly turn a page? I wanted more of what we had only hinted at during our last physical encounter. "You know, Mulder, I'm getting pretty good at this sunflower seed thing," I said conversationally from my overstuffed chair, reaching into the bag of seeds beside me. He looked up from his spot on the floor at my feet and raised an eyebrow mildly. "You think so, huh?" I popped a couple into my mouth. "Yeah, I do." I delicately split two at once with a satisfying "crack". He set his beer bottle on the table, shaking his head. "But Scully, you have no finesse with them." "Finesse?" His eyes dropped to my busy mouth, where I was pushing the spent shells past my lips with my tongue. "You just throw a bunch in there all at once, all willy nilly." He lifted his eyes to mine again, a smile on his full lips. "For someone who eats her M&Ms one color at a time, that really surprises me." I spit a shell at him. He casually flicked it onto the floor, then reached into the bag.. "Here." He brought one to my lips, and my tongue snaked out to retrieve it carefully, not wanting my tongue to touch him. Yet. "One at a time. Don't be in such a rush." "Who are you, Julia Child?" I sucked the salt from the husk before splitting it. Again, I demonstrated my knowledge of unladylike behavior by spitting the shell into the wastebasket by the couch. "I don't know if I should scold your hurry or give you two points." His smile turned wicked. "At least you've learned to spit instead of swallow." "Are you sure of that, Agent Mulder?" I asked, dropping the timbre of my voice several notches. The smile evaporated as his eyes darkened at the implications of my question. "Hmm," was all he said before raising another seed to my waiting lips. This time I tasted his finger along with the seed, drawing it into my mouth and hollowing my cheeks with the effort. I smiled around the slender digit as he stifled a groan. He withdrew his finger, brushing it softly over my jaw. "Now," he said in that honey-whiskey voice I loved. "Slowly." Again, I sucked off the salt and carefully cracked it. "Let your tongue caress it." His hands were tracing feather patterns on my thighs, warm breath flitting over my face. I plucked the cracked shell from my mouth and set it on the end table, watching him for further instruction. "Savor it," he repeated. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips. "Wrap your tongue around it, Scully." I did as he ordered, letting out a small sound of appreciation. "Tell me what it tastes like." My eyes burned into his. "It tastes like you, Mulder." Without missing a beat, his mouth descended onto mine, and the tiny seed was lost between our hungry mouths. My hands gripped the back of his neck, unwilling and unable to release his delicious mouth. His tongue slid easily inside, meeting mine with liquid familiarity. As the kiss continued, his hands moved from my thighs to my hips, his thumbs moving in widening circles over the tender flesh below the hipbone. I broke the contact, letting my tongue flick at the corners of his mouth as I did so. "Where you goin'?" he murmured, gazing at me from underneath his thick lashes. As I stood, he rose with me, curiosity and lust making an interesting combination on his face as I deftly switched positions with him, gently pushing him down into the chair. I kicked the ottoman out of the way and knelt before him, hands planted on his chest. He leaned forward, attempting to capture my mouth with his own again, but I dipped my head, his mouth brushed over my hair. Tucking my head under his, I nipped at the hot skin below his jaw. The vibration of his low moan against my lips shot through me, straight to my center, and he pulled me closer into the vee of his legs. My breasts rubbed teasingly against his torso, and his hand snaked down my back to cup my ass, kneading it slowly as my lips continued their exploration of his throat. With one last nip at his Adam's apple, I knelt down and began to remove his shoes and socks. "What are you doing way down there?" he asked, amusement peeking through the arousal of his voice. I merely smiled up at him, sliding my hands up his legs and undoing his belt and buttons. I slowly dragged down the zipper, brushing my knuckles against his length. He chuckled slightly, lifting his hips to allow me to pull away his pants and boxers. I tossed the discarded garments behind me, letting my gaze linger on his cock. It bobbed eagerly, swollen and luscious. I allowed myself one more moment of visual stimulation before rising to wordlessly tug my sweatshirt over my head. The sight of my bare breasts swaying before him caused a moan to escape his lips, and he reached for me. I had other ideas and tugged off my leggings, leaving me naked before him. "Scully . " he groaned as I settled myself back between his legs. "You don't have to ." With an angelic smile, I reached up to unbutton his blue dress shirt, spreading it open with the lightest of caresses. "Why is it," I mused as my fingertips grazed over his chest and taut belly, "that men have such a hard time realizing that a lot of women don't consider this a chore?" I toyed with the dark strip of hair below his navel, steadily moving lower. "Some women," I raised my eyes to his, "myself included, obtain great pleasure from performing fellatio." He groaned again, struggling to get out of his shirt. I reached up to help him, tossing it behind me with the rest of our clothes. I grinned. "Do you like it when I get technical?" He gave me a slightly loopy smile, bringing his hand to my cheek. I turned my face and planted a wet kiss in the center of his palm. "Cunnilingus." "Scully . " I stretched myself up to drop another kiss on his chest, letting my breasts brush against his cock. His hiss of a breath made me smile. "In flagrante delicato." My chin brushed against him, and I chuckled softly as yet another desperate groan escaped his lips. Stroking the backs of my fingertips over his inner thighs, I hovered my mouth over him, letting my warm breath tease him. One hand snaked out to deliver a feather-light caress to his balls, while the other wrapped itself around his silky length, giving one firm stroke as I lowered my head. Pleased with his rapid breaths and throaty murmurs above me, my tongue darted out to brush against the tip, licking away the bead of moisture that had appeared there. I continued with slow, smooth sweeps over the head, waiting to see if he would reach out for me. Raising my eyes as my hand encircled him again, I saw his hands clenched tightly around the arms of the chair, as if he were restraining from touching me. His eyes were closed, those sensual lips parted and glistening from anxious swipes of his tongue. Moving my hand slowly along his shaft, I continued to watch him; I watched his chest rise and fall tightly, his fingers clenching and unclenching against the fabric of the chair, throat bared in sublimation. "Mulder." His eyes opened, dark and wild with desire. "Touch me." I was expecting a desperate grasp, maybe even a slight push to guide me to where he wanted my touch, but his hands reached for me, cupping my face in his palms before sliding back into my hair in the gentlest of caresses. Moved by his tenderness and more than a little turned on by my current hold over him, I lowered my mouth to him, never taking my gaze from his. His eyes fluttered shut with a gasp as I wrapped my tongue around him, taking in as much of him as I could. "God, Scully . " he muttered, his hands moving in slow circles through my hair. I hummed my response, a low sound in my throat that resonated through his silky cock and made him gasp. Moving over him, I let my tongue extend past my lips to stroke the base before completing the stroke. I continued such a pattern: down, lick, up, swirl. Down, lick, up, swirl. Smiling around him, I brought my hand back to his balls, squeezing gently. "Oh," he gasped, fingers wrapping around lengths of my hair. He was big, and I knew my jaw would be getting sore soon, but it was worth it, pleasuring him like this. It was the least I could do, after last week's little oral demonstration. I hadn't been lying. I did enjoy this, and had been looking forward to doing it all week: watching him walk down the hall or across the street, lying awake in my bed as my hands wandered over my body. Rolling the soft sac with the palm of my hand, I worked him faster, feeling him tighten inside my mouth. "God, that's so good ... " One hand slipped from my hair, seeking out my breast. I let out a little moan as he flicked his thumb over one already engorged nipple. I took his hand and drew it down my body, hoping that he would be able to reach where I craved his touch. He leaned forward, pressing my head against his taut stomach, and his arm easily extended between my legs. His long fingers slipped through my slick folds, dipping inside and spreading the moisture over my clit. I bucked into his hand, letting him slide from my mouth as I cried out. He took the opportunity to grasp my chin with his other hand, raising my face and covering my mouth with his hungrily. I raised up on my knees, allowing him better access to the deep throb between my legs and my mouth, and twined my arms around his neck. Rocking my hips against his deliberate touch, I moaned into the velvet warmth of his mouth. I reached down to touch him again, but he tore his mouth from mine, snatching my hand away. "Enough, Scully," he said roughly, pulling my hand to his mouth, where he sucked three fingers into his hot mouth in a quick, wild kiss. "Not like this." My body pulsed with need. "Then in me," I panted, lowering myself back to the floor. He followed, kneeling over me as I opened myself to him. "I want you inside me, Mulder." He knelt between my legs, bending his head to lap at my breasts. He pushed them together with his hands, flattening his tongue and dragging it slowly over both peaks. I threw my head back with a cry, bucking my hips in an attempt to bring him inside me. In one, swift movement, he put his arms under my knees and hitched my ankles onto his shoulders, poising himself at my entrance. "Please," I whispered as he nudged the head of his cock there, sliding it over the wetness. He dipped his head to lick at the sensitive hollow under my knee. "Please what, Scully? What do you want?" "You ... I want you, Mulder," I replied, opening my hungry eyes to his. Immediately, he grasped my hips in his hands and sank into me with a loud cry. He paused, letting my body stretch to accept him, then leaned down to kiss me. He wrapped his arms underneath me, effectively cradling me in his arms and leaving his face beside mine. "Ready?" he murmured huskily, kissing me again. "Yeah," I breathed, smiling deliriously up at him. He moved within me with deep, slow thrusts, and I rocked my hips against him, matching his pace easily. "Good?" "More." "Don't want to hurt you . " he murmured. I swallowed the comment that popped into my head. I reached up to grasp the back of his neck and brought his mouth to mine. "You won't," I reassured him firmly with a breathless smile. "You won't." His eyes slipped closed, and with a soft grunt, he quickened the tempo. "More," I repeated, almost a whine. I could feel my body starting to hum, a giant spring beginning to coil. I needed more. "Scully . " "Mulder." He opened his eyes to meet my desperate gaze. "Fuck me." His eyes widened briefly, shining with a feral intensity before unwrapping his arms from my back and clutching my hips against him. I reached back blindly, groping for something I could brace myself against as he drove into me with fast, deliberate strokes. With each forward thrust, he bumped against the opening to my womb, and on each backstroke, he found just the right spot . "Oh God oh God!" I cried, frantically gripping my palms on the hardwood floor behind my head to stop us from sliding across the room. It became my frenzied mantra, interspersed with the name of my lover, who was now pistoning into me with ruthless vigor. The spring inside me wound tighter and tighter, and I heard a roar begin in my head. "Muh . " I gasped, arching my back sharply as the first wave hit. I froze, my body rigid with pleasure as the orgasm pulled me under. I was dimly aware of Mulder giving several sloppy thrusts before collapsing over me with a low growl, his release filling me and filling me and filling me . My legs dropped from around him, my arms rose to encircle him, and we lay in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, panting heavily. He rested his cheek on my breast, and I cradled him to me, stroking his hair languidly. When his breathing returned to normal, he propped himself up on one elbow and bent to kiss me tenderly. "You're beautiful when you come, did you know that?" I merely smiled, returning his sweet kisses. "What are we going to do when I've successfully mastered the art of eating sunflower seeds?" I asked, stretching catlike beneath him. He ran his hand down the length of my body, coming to rest between my legs and gently dipping inside. "Maybe we could tackle peaches." FINI All feedback cheerfully met with a grateful response. Spartcus1@msn.com After watching "Biogenesis", all I can say is "Die, Fowley, DIE!!!!"