GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL By: Jacquie LaVa Category/Rating: MSR/NC-17 SUMMARY: "...When I open my eyes and see your sweet face, It's a Good Morning Beautiful Day..." "Good Morning, Beautiful" I could stay here wide awake, all night - and watch her. For years I suffered from involuntary insomnia. I never got a decent night's sleep. Never. Now, when I have every reason in the world to doze off, and sleep deeply... all I want to do is stay awake... and watch her. I fight it, the sleeping - I need it but I fight it. I know I have a long day ahead of me in just a few hours. I know I am going to be in hurting status when we have that meeting at eight and I find myself having to explain to my boss why in hell I'm snoring when I should be taking notes. It's not that I worry she'll run off the second I close my eyes. She'll never leave me. It took me a long time to accept that fact but once I did it was firmly lodged in my brain and it's not going anywhere. Nothing can shake it loose. Nothing can distort it, ruin it, take it away from me. She loves me. And I fight sleep because every minute we spend together is achingly precious and I don't want to miss out. Not on a second of it. God, she looks like an angel. Cheek pressed into her pillow. Dark lashes fanning shadows on the blush that lingers there, silky hair spilling out all around her. One bare shoulder rising creamy-pale over the blanket as she curls on her side, facing me. She always falls asleep facing me, her hand securely wound into mine. It's as if by linking hands in our sleep we can rest assured that no one will carry either of us off into the night... She loves me. The first time she said it to me I was walking out the door. Away from her, away from our friendship, our whatever-ship. Neither of us had ever given a name to it. Maybe that was the problem, right there. No name to an ongoing "something" that had been safe and scary and wonderful and worrisome - because we were necessary to each other's existence but we had not yet invested anything except a few comforting, albeit stilted words of caring and an occasional hand or an arm, placed on an area of ourselves that would not force commitment. I was walking, and dying inside as I went. Another horrible case. Another close call, this time hers. Another reason to chastise and accuse myself of endangering her life. Another guilt-trip. I couldn't do it to her, not again. I couldn't do it to me, either. I shrugged into my coat and walked to the door, my shoulders stiff and my heart disintegrating within my chest. Neither of us had said a word. I put one foot in front of the other and I swear I could feel those splintering pieces of my heart clanking within me as I placed a hand on the doorknob. And then she spoke. The voice was raw and low and saturated with tears. "You can't go, not like this. Please, Mulder... don't leave me. I love you so... I love you." Simple words, torn from a bleeding soul... just like mine. Those words dropped me dead in my shoes. I turned and looked at her, stared down into blue eyes so heavy with tears that I could scarcely see anything but twin lakes, there on her pale face. One hand clapped against her trembling mouth in an obvious effort to cram the telltale words back in - the other hand stretched out toward me. The hardest thing I ever had to do in my life was to reach out, and take her hand. Doing so meant I was willing to continue to endanger her life. Doing so meant I would be forever responsible for another person's happiness, in itself a daunting task. Doing so meant I had within me the sort of courage I had always willingly disavowed, for years. Courage to care. Courage to love. I took her hand. For the longest moment we just stood there clasping just the tips of our fingers, standing three feet apart with our eyes locked upon each other. I was afraid to blink and I think she was, too - afraid that if she did I'd disappear, just as I agonized over losing her if I let down my guard for even an instant. There was that lack of courage, again... and the old fear, coming back to bite at me. But this time, I didn't let it get close enough to break skin. This time, I held on, pulled her closer - inches closer, then a foot. And then another, and another - until her body was tightly flush against mine, and her head was tucked underneath my chin. When I felt her against me like that everything frozen inside me snapped and burst open and my arms came about her so hard I forced a gasp from her. When I bent my head to kiss her she met me halfway - and it set the standard right then and there, for our love. Passionate love at last, after years of pretending we needed nothing more from each other than affection and friendly trust. ************** She sleeps, and I watch. I hold her hand in the early morning dark of our bedroom, the air cool and quiet around us. Maybe I closed my eyes once, for a while, but I always awoke when she moved just a little bit. Again, I didn't want to miss the show... the pleasure of nothing wilder than watching my Scully sleep. She loved me hard, last night. There are places on my body that quiver, hours later. Once we decided to love, once we chose to accept the responsibility of the care and feeding of our true relationship... there were no more barriers. I discovered that Scully is a fiercely passionate woman, and because she is she makes me a better lover than I ever deserved to be. There is nothing she will not do, in the haze of her need. Nothing I can ask that will shock her, or upset her - the freedom she has given to me is a gift I vow I'll never abuse. I'm not saying that every time we come together is amazing and perfect and hot and loaded with fireworks. No human being could survive that kind of sex for long without injuring themselves. Especially me, on the definite rim of middle age. What I am saying is that the knowledge of that freedom gives a sweet edge to everything we do together in bed. For instance, last night. What she did to me, last night... ************** It starts with a slow disrobing, candlelight casting a flickering glow over her satiny skin. Scully in the throes of thirtysomething is no longer a girlish shadow on the wall. There's a gentleness to her body that was lacking when she was younger and leaner and rather brittle. Her hips are fuller, her breasts plumper - her skin softer than warm butter. There are gray hairs here and there, on both of us, I see - and some of the lines on her face are due to laughter. It makes me so happy to see them, on her lovely face - laughter lines. Scully laughs, now. Full throated and rich-bodied laughter. I adore it. She rises above the pile of discarded clothes, more seductive than any Venus rising from a foamy sea. Naked, she moves toward me as I lay upon our bed. Slow steps, hips swinging - how I love that deliberate strut of hers. Coming to me it's a treat beyond all - but stepping away from me it can buckle my knees. Tonight I'll gladly take it advancing to me, and I fist my hands into the sheets and my mouth hangs open as I attempt to suck in enough breath to keep up with the rapid beat of my heart. One knee, and then another - she climbs up on the bed and stalks me like a red-haired cat. Glittering eyes and predatory smile, teeth gleaming white and feral in the candle glow. Lips rosy and damp where she's been licking at them; she knows what races through my mind when she moistens those full lips of hers. God... My body is screaming for her to hurry but my eyes love watching the slow deliberation of it all. Closer, then closer still - I can smell her, detect the fragrance of her excitement. And I can't tell you what it does to me, to know I am capable of making her that wet; slickly, hotly wet. I fasten my hungry eyes on the shiny rivulet of liquid heat that trickles down the inside of her thigh as she gets within hands' reach of me. And when she moves close enough, I pounce. She laughs. Sweet to my ears... I roll her underneath me and my body covers hers, hard and eager - but I want to take my time with her. Want to go so damn slowly that I'll drive us both insane. I have found the best way to soothe myself when Scully makes me crazy, is to kiss her. So gently she can barely feel it, at first - the merest feathering of my bottom lip, over her mouth. Tasting her, filling my senses with her. So gently. Softly. Tenderly. I'm driving myself insane, just as I'd predicted - but what a way to go... Her lips are demurely closed, so at odds with the heat I feel radiating from her skin. I trail a tongue along her upper lip, tickle the minuscule hairs above that lip - flick teasingly along from one corner of her mouth to the other, until she sighs and lets me in. She tastes like heaven... Her saliva is uniquely hers, tangy and sweet and salty all at once. Minty from toothpaste and wet and delicious - I drink her in, parched for her. Her tongue is passive, forcing mine to cajole engagement. I don't mind at all; I stroke hers right down the middle, advancing and retreating, beginning a dance I know she won't be able to resist joining. My arms gather her closer, my legs tangle with hers... my heart unhinges and locks hers inside. When her tongue returns the favor I whisper, "Thanks", into her open mouth. And her lips curve around me, she kisses me and laughs again. Is there anything more wonderful than the feel of my lover laughing into my open mouth? I think not... unless it's her bare breasts pressing into me. Yes, that would be quite wonderful - and two seconds later, when it happens... it is. Deeper and more intense, no more teasing - our lips and tongues are now fully engaged. Getting married in the morning... our mouths don't believe in long engagements. I mumble this inane thought to her and she giggles into my mouth, "You're such a moron, Mulder..." And all I can say involves nothing more than a growling purr. "Mmmmmmm..." Under me Scully is tiny and strong and lusty, her arms winding around me and all ten fingers digging into several different places. Along the bend of my spine, probing my sensitive skin right around the small of my back where I always lay claim to her, every day of our lives. Counting my ribs, looking for the one I gave up to God when He obligingly made her for me... index digits circling each of my nipples and smoothing the hair she finds around them. I shudder into her; I am so sensitive there. She knows it. She revels in it. Her legs are never still; restlessly they fold around me, arched feet slipping up along the backs of my legs, little toes trailing fire behind my knees. Who ever thought toes could be a sensual delight? Scully has taught me so much... Her thighs have fallen wide open and I am cradled firmly there, pressed up and into her navel, my erection a blessing and a curse as I squirm around and try to keep myself from pounding into her. I'm denying my body this oblivion knowing that when I finally do bury myself inside I will spiral down into sensation way too quickly. I want to make it last. All night, it needs to last. It's a challenge I have no intention of denying either of us. There are nights when we tussle for the chance to be on the bottom, nights when Scully wants to be submissive - nights when I want to be taken instead of being the aggressor. And nights like this when both of us want it all, equally. She'll have her turn straddling me with those sweet hips pinning me down and every brush of her breasts against my face pulling me under the crashing waves... but for now, I've got the wheel - and loving Scully has made me an excellent driver. There is nothing I love more than tasting my woman, all over - gulping in her sweetness from every angle. When I start moving south Scully sighs softly and stretches beneath my mouth, her taut skin a treat not only for my hands but for my eyes as well. She's just so damn gorgeous... I could tell her a thousand times a day and she'd just send me one of her depreciating chuckles and call me a lovesick idiot. She's half right - I'm an idiot. I used to be lovesick, as well... but Scully cured me of that. I always thought of lovesickness as a true affliction, an unrequited disease that ate at one's self-esteem. Thanks to Scully, I am now lovehealed... and it's the only way to be, guaranteed. There are so many places for my mouth to kiss, for my hands to caress. The elegant arch of her neck, skin begging to be nibbled - I'm happy to oblige. She shivers when I nip a bit too firmly; there's a love bite happening in the morning, better believe it. I nuzzle down between her breasts, curl my tongue around her dainty nipples. Shell-pink and perfect, they are placed with loving exactness upon each of her rounded breasts. They are impossible to resist so I don't resist them; I give them a thorough laving, my mouth as tender as the whisper I feather along her skin wherever I kiss. "Beautiful..." Her navel is this cute little inny; she got it pierced a few months ago. I about fell over when she showed me, but it didn't take me long to realize that her newly be-ringed bellybutton turned me on twice as much as her tattoo ever did. And I have discovered when I take the tiny silver ring between my teeth and tug it, ever so gently... she trembles, in the most delicious manner. I am tugging it now, and Scully is trembling. She winds a hand into my hair and keeps my mouth pressed there, making me tug a few seconds more. As I said, I am happy to oblige... Soon, I find myself gravitating toward her soft red curls, wispy and damp in her narrow cleft. There are more residual tracks of wetness along her upper thighs, evidence of her excitement. I slip a finger inside, parting her gently, carefully. She is so tender, so sweet. These slippery little lips of hers... I put my mouth against them and I kiss her there. Inside, where she tastes bittersweet and smoky and rich... using my tongue to find her small clit, kissing her the way I would kiss her mouth. My teeth nibble there, for I know what she likes. Tongue pressing softly, then harder, as I hold her hips steady and I swallow her shivers, her essence, her soul. I can feel her hands gripping my hair again and she pulls at it, but I don't mind. It tells me she is loving what I do to her. These are things a man likes to know... In the height of passion Scully is a quiet lover, revealing to me without a lot of words what she wants, what she feels. When she comes she doesn't scream or cry out; instead she whimpers and convulses, hard. I love making her come with my mouth; the climax is so much more intense for her and it fuels me anew. Scully likes to watch me pleasing her; likes to prop herself up on a pillow and stare at me. I always make sure to lock eyes with her, especially as she comes. Tonight her eyes are feverish upon mine, as I flick my gaze to her and find her so intent upon what I'm doing. I watch her eyes grow heavy, dark, glittery with the need to climax... I force her hips closer to my face, push my tongue further inside her, bite down on her tiny engorged clit... and she shatters in my mouth. She gulps in a quick breath and her whimpers are actually loud in the room as those convulsions grip at my tongue and at my lips. I watch her flush, beginning at the roots of her hair and moving down, along her neck to her breasts, and beyond. It's like a sunrise. It's like nothing I have ever seen, in my life. Seconds later I am covering her damp body, holding her very close, letting her come down as slowly as she needs to. Her arms are tight around me and I feel her mouth against my neck, whispering broken phrases that include my name and words like, "adore", and "forever". I close my eyes and tamp down my desire and soak it all in, soak in the sounds of the woman I love in the aftermath of her climax. And I feel sorry for any man in this world who has never known the wonder of holding his woman at a time like this, listening to her and reveling in the knowledge that he belongs to her and she to him. I could stay this way forever but my penis has other ideas. It's been waiting patiently but now it wants a turn... and when Scully slips out of my arms and begins a slow crawl over me, nuzzling my skin, stroking along my hips and flanks - I decide that for tonight I want nothing more than to be engulfed, in her sweet mouth. Tomorrow morning I'll awaken her by slipping inside her while she's still sleeping... she likes that, very much - but tonight I want her mouth. When I rasp it into the scant space between our bodies, I can feel her wide grin against my stomach. And her saucy comeback makes me chuckle. "Well, of course, Mulder... what else would I be doing with it?" What else, indeed? Dana Scully has the sexiest mouth in the world. Full and shaped in the most perfectly feminine fashion - rosy red without lipstick and feather-soft. Maddeningly flexible, enclosing a tongue just as talented. When she trails those two instruments of seduction down my body I have to grab onto whatever I can and hope I'll last long enough before I combust. Scully knows when I am this close to coming it's best to cut to the chase. My nipples can handle the neglect, believe me. Sensual kisses are also put on hold until after, as well. Right now I need her mouth and thankfully Scully doesn't waste time teasing me. Again, such play can wait until morning... Her lips trail over my groin, teeth nip lightly at the head of my penis, before taking me slowly, fully inside. That first wet slide of her mouth just about kills me, and my hips rise off the bed, my hands clench into the sheets, my throat uttering a curse and a prayer. "Ahh, Jesus... fuck..." I raise my head and watch, as Scully makes love to me with her mouth. She obligingly pushes her hair behind her ears as she settles in against me, to afford me the best view. I let go of the sheets and cup a careful hand against her neck and help to support her head; she'll get a crick there if she's not careful. And when her tongue begins its swirl, over the length of me now fully sheathed in her mouth, I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. I don't want to miss a second of the sight before me... So good. Everything she does to me is just so damn good. I hear myself muttering the words, over and over; Scully smiles around the base of my shaft as her fingers curl around my balls and her mouth moves in a slow thrust, smile still in place. And if you have never had a woman smiling as she takes you deep into her warm mouth... man, you haven't even begun to live. My hips buck as her teeth nip and then glide along my length; my balls tighten and release in accord with the grasp of her fingers. My own mouth opens in a soundless gasp, forget the art of forming actual words. Hell, I would be hard-pressed to remember my own name, at this moment... I only know I am dying and being reborn, there in her wondrous mouth. I swear each time Scully goes down on me it's as if she's never done it before; no woman in my past has ever given of herself so generously, so selflessly. Faster, now; gauging her movements with the tenor of my breathing and the hip thrusts I can't control. I don't want to choke her but I can't stop pushing into her as she hollows her cheeks and the vacuum she creates tears at me. I ache to come, I have to come, now... and just when I feel it begin to rush up, thick and hard - Scully gentles her mouth and eases me, forces my urgency down. Slow, then slower - softly, tenderly slipping me from all but her questing tongue. I feel cool air on my wet flesh, feel the loving flick of the tip of her tongue painting random patterns over me as her hands massage my balls and her eyes stare up into mine. It's never been like this - never. I know I have said this to her before but this time, God I really mean it... never. I tell her so, in cracked, shaky words, and she pauses in her ministrations long enough to answer me. "I know, Baby..." She called me 'baby'. Scully never calls me anything except 'Mulder', and sometimes she lets a 'sweetheart' slip through. 'Baby' is my own name, for her. But hearing her call me that special endearment just melts that unhinged heart of mine, pushing me to the edge. And she knows it - and her mouth closes over me, again, this time tighter, harder - moving quickly, knowing exactly how damn close I am. One hand clutches at my hip as the other presses into my balls - again... When she squeezes me, rams my throbbing penis deep into her throat and then pulls away to bite gently at the head, I am gone - undone. My hands grip into her hair, greedily pulling her back down on me as I swell and then come apart within that heavenly mouth. This time my eyes roll back into my head and I let them, unable to control anything on my body including the explosive drain of my semen. I'll worry later about the possibility of choking her, though Scully always claims she loves how I lose it as I come. When I think of the way I adore the feel of her convulsing against my tongue... I can sure relate. I fall back on the pillows, emptied to the bone. I can barely move enough to embrace Scully when she slides up the length of my body and snuggles into my side. I manage to press a hand against her head; I tilt her face to mine and kiss her, softly, our open mouths letting traces of our individual tastes mingle together. We kiss with our eyes half closed, wanting to see the sleepy satiation we both share. I feel so good... she has loved me hard, tonight - in the most intimate and vulnerable way. For me, oral sex is always twice as intense and two hundred percent more meaningful. Don't get me wrong, I adore being inside the woman I love. How could I not? But that mouth of hers... Mmmmmm. It's very late and in just a few hours we'll have to get up and begin the day. We're both slipping fast, into sleep. I kiss her once more, tell her how wonderful she is, call her my Baby... she smiles against my neck and renames me 'Sweetheart'. She drifts into slumber and I tell myself to follow her but I don't want to waste a moment of her in my arms. Maybe I'll doze, a little. After all, in a few hours I plan on waking her up in the nicest way possible - if I can manufacture enough fluids after being drained in such an incredible manner. I hold her hand, as she sleeps. **************** In the dim hours of the morning I awaken, having slept a little in spite of my vow to stay conscious. Eyes half-open, I seek the warmth of Scully, curled on her side facing me. Under the blankets she is warm and limp, evidence of how deeply she has been asleep. I curl my arms underneath her and gently pull her close; she doesn't awaken as I press her into me, on our sides and sharing the same pillow. Guess I had enough to work with after all, because I am hard and ready as I ease her leg over mine and slip within her damp warmth. And as I slide deep, Scully's eyes open and her sleepy eyes stare into my smiling gaze; I press a kiss into her mouth and I whisper to her. "Good morning, Beautiful..." end