TITLE: Home-Run AUTHOR: Cybill EMAIL: cybill@pacbell.net WEBSITE: www.cybillxfilesopus.com RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: MSR, SMUT, POST-EP SPOILERS: The Unnatural KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, they'd never make it out of bed to investigate. SUMMARY: After the events in The Unnatural, smut ensues. Doesn't it always in fanfic? FEEDBACK: I'd be honored. The muse however, begs for it! This was written for the "Season 6 of Smut Challenge" posed by the gang over at Fandomonium. BETA THANKS: Mims, I swear, you never cease to amaze me. You are the funniest beta ever! I almost love to screw up (no pun intended) on my smut, just to see the newest snicker you have waiting for me. You truly make reviewing the beta comments a breeze. Being able to edit someone's work without making them feel like garbage is a gift that not everyone has, but you my dear Mims have it all! Thank you will never be enough. Smooches to you. XXX Dana Scully's Apartment "So Mulder, let me get this straight. You want me to believe that back in the 1940's, an African-American baseball player by the name of Exley was an alien- human hybrid?" "Why is that so hard for you to believe? We've been proving that they exist for the better part of six years." He picks up his half -full glass of red wine and finishes it off in one long gulp. "I don't know, Mulder. It just sounds way out in left field." I grab the second bottle of wine and fill both our glasses. Two down. Boy, is it hot here or is it me? "Scully, did you just use a baseball euphemism?" He looks at me with a sly grin. "Very fitting if I do say so myself." I clutch my glass more firmly in my right hand as I chuckle at my own retort. "I didn't realize you even know what left field is." His eyes bore into mine with a devilish glint. "Scully, you've played baseball before tonight, haven't you?" I swallow down my laughter with a large swig of wine. "You lied out there tonight. You're holding out on me!" He laughs. "No Mulder, you just assumed that I knew nothing of baseball. I had two brothers. Of course I know what baseball is and have happily sat in the stands while my brothers played on various occasions." He shakes his head. "But you agreed that you've never hit a ball. Actually, and I quote, you said, you had better things to do with your time than hit a piece of horsehide with a stick." "That part is true, Mulder. I had never played baseball myself. Tonight was a new experience. You can trust me on that. I have however, watched a game or two in my time." He finishes off his wine and scoots closer to me. I'm immediately taken back by his proximity. He leans close enough so that I can hear him whisper. "So, tonight was your first time?" I look at him seriously. "Yes." "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" He says with a leer. "In what way?" I tease. "In all the ways that count." He thinks he's clever but even after two bottles of wine I can still hold my own when it comes to bantering with Mulder. "Which would be what, exactly?" "You tell me," he says coyly. "You mean, my first time with you? It was nice." This conversation is taking on a life of its own. "Nice? I hold you close, whisper sweet nothings into your ear and all you've got for me is ... Nice?" At some point he grabbed my wine glass and set it on the table. When did that happen? He's got me cornered up against the edge of the couch. His face is a few inches from mine and I can feel his warm breath wisping across my cheek. "Sweet nothings?" He nods vigorously. "Was it good for you?" I respond to his original question. Where that phrase came from I'll never know. This is not like me at all. I'm entering into dangerous waters and I'm neck deep. "Holding you close is always an experience I'll never forget," he whispers in my ear. His lips graze the edge of my earlobe and a small sigh escapes my mouth. "Mulder, you're acting strange. What's gotten into you?" He nuzzles my neck with the tip of his nose. The movement sends chills down my spine making me shiver slightly. "The better question is; what do I want to get into you?" He kisses the side of my neck. "Mulder! You're drunk!" He jolts back into an upright position. "What?" He's trying to pretend he didn't just do what I know he did. "What's going on here? You seem, different. I know I'm a little tipsy if not downright on the edge of drunk, but you're acting strange." "Scully, is it so strange to want you?" I gasp and bring my hand up to my mouth. I open my lips several times but words are failing me. "Unless of course, you don't want me. Then that changes things." He's talking crazy talk. When did this become about him wanting me and me wanting him? "I want you." Oh. My. God. Where the hell did that come from? The words flew out of my mouth without any rational thought behind them. "You do?" "Um ... I don't, uh..." and words fail me once again. I'm emotionally defunct. "You want me?" Oh there they are. Back to familiar territory. "Why?" "Who wouldn't want you, Scully?" He says it as if it's incomprehensible to think otherwise. Flattering, but not the answer to my question. "Mulder, I think we've had too much to drink," I say with finality as I plop my head into my hands. "Why, because I told you I want you? Because you've agreed that you want me? It seems to me that the night has just begun." My head comes up quickly. Too quickly. I sit there as the dizziness subsides. He's cupping my cheeks in his hands when I come to. "You okay?" He looks genuinely concerned. "Yes, fine." He cringes. "Really. I just want to know what you mean by the night has just begun." "Well, it's really simple. I want you, you want me, and we both want each other. I'm ready to take it to the next step, if you are." "The next step?" "Making love." He's so casual about this that I am in complete awe. My mouth falls open and I shake my head. I couldn't possibly have heard him say what I thought he said. "I'm sorry, Mulder. What did you just say? I think the wine is getting to me." "I was saying we should move our relationship to the next logical step." He crosses his right leg over his left and leans back, tilting his head to stare at me. I feel like I'm under a microscope. I can only imagine what his mind is putting together. "Mulder, how did we go from you pontificating on alien-human hybrids in the 1940's to the two of us jumping in the sack?" I'm still confused about where the conversation went. "You know, I don't really know, Scully. I guess the desire is always there, lurking under the surface. We're just normally better at hiding it. Maybe the wine was a good idea. I'm starting to feel more uninhibited every second." He again scoots closer to me. My breath hitches as he sets one large warm hand on my hip, hovering over me. "Mulder, what are you doing?" I think I'm holding that 'deer caught in the headlights look.' "Hips before hands, Scully." His hand grips my hip firmly and I gasp. "Mulder, do you really think this is a good idea? We're both not exactly ourselves right now." I try to give him an out even though my body is starting to soften and yield in preparation of his body covering mine. "It's like I said before, Scully, out there on the field. We're going to wait on the pitch, we're going to keep our eye on the ball, or in this case your lips." My traitorous mouth moans in response. "And we're just going to make contact." He's now positioned himself comfortably between my legs. His face is moving closer and closer as he nears the end of his speech. He takes one hand and cups the back of my neck, his thumb caressing my cheek. I lick my lips in anticipation. "We're not going to think, we're just going to let it fly. Okay, Scully?" His words sing to me as my body thrums to life. I nod stupidly. "Okay then, here goes nothing." And his lips touch mine. The sensation is like a lightening bolt shooting through me. The sheer silk of his lips against mine is not enough. I open my mouth, clamp my legs around his waist and pull him flush against me. He moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound. I want nothing to escape this moment. I want everything he is to be mine. His kiss turns brutal. We're both too crazed for the other one's touch. I'm biting his bottom lip as he squeezes my ass, bringing our centers together in a harsh grinding movement. I sooth away the bite on his lip with my tongue and he takes that moment to adjust his angle, swooping in for another long, wet, deep kiss. His kisses make me feel wanted, beautiful. Nothing like what I usually feel when we're working a case together. Then, I'm just plain ol' Scully. Now, he's drinking from me as if he's dying of thirst and I'm his oasis. He pulls his mouth away and we both take huge lung- replenishing breaths. His forehead leans against mine as we pant, trying to get our raging hormones under control. "God, Mulder, I didn't expect it to be this good," I say breathlessly. "You didn't?" He seems surprised. "I knew we'd be hot and heavy together, it just fits us." I nod and moisten my lips. Damn, I can't think of anything other than kissing the daylights out of him. Looking at him now, he's more sexy than ever. His hair is in disarray from running my fingers through it repeatedly, his chest is heaving, his lips are plump, wet, and red from my kisses. That familiar tingle starts running rampant through my system again, ending at the juncture between my legs. God, I do want to take this to the next level and right now, before I lose my nerve. He's been talking the entire time I've been mentally stripping him of his clothes. "... you and me, we just fit," he babbles on. "Is that right, Mulder?" He nods. "Well, let's see if we fit physically." His mouth drops open and I push him at arms length so I can stand up. I walk over to the hallway and turn around. He's still in the same kneeling position at the edge of the couch. "Are you coming?" "Um...." "Having second thoughts?" He shakes his head. "Alright then, I'm going to turn down the bed." I point down the hall towards my bedroom. "If you want to join me, I'll be in here." XXX She leaves the room with a sexy sway to her hips. Holy shit. What the hell did I do in life to deserve this? Dana Scully is turning down the bed, for us. She actually wants to go through with this. I don't know if I was kidding earlier but the words just spewed out of my mouth as if they couldn't be locked up any more. She had to know how much I've wanted her, desired her. Who would have thought she would react this favorably? Moving our relationship further wasn't my intention tonight when I made the call for her to come out to the baseball field. I just wanted to share something with her. We so often get caught up in the daily grind and are unable to appreciate the simple things in life. Things such as that feeling you get when you hit a baseball. That first impact where you strike the ball and just know it's going to be a home run. She came out to the park and I taught her how to play. Something that I showed her how to do, me, Mulder, teaching something to Scully that she didn't already know. It was amazing. Now, I'm about to make love to the only woman I've ever desired beyond comprehension. It wasn't something I planned, but it's definitely something I'm going to do. My only hope is that she truly wants this change as much as I do. I couldn't bear to think that this is some alcohol-induced moment of insanity on either of our parts. I know for me, I became downright sober the second I kissed her. If I was drunk on anything it would be her, the way she tastes, the smell of her perfume, intoxicating in its simplicity. I have to know if she really understands what we're about to do. "Mulder, did you fall asleep out there?" I hear her calling from the other room. Damn, I've been sitting on my haunches, hashing out how all this took place while my porcelain Goddess is "turning down the bed" as she put it. Alright Mulder, it's time to put up or shut up. Tell her how you feel and verify that she in turn feels the same way, before you ruin the only good thing you've ever had in your miserable life. "Coming," I yell as I stand and stretch. I make my way slowly down her dark hallway. Her bedroom door is open an inch and I can see a soft glow filtering through the space. I push open the door and am stunned stupid. Oh my... She's lying on the bed in all her naked glory. Talk about leaving the preliminaries out of the equation. There are candles everywhere -- not that I give them anything but a cursory glance. She's glowing like a beacon in the night and I'm the ship she's bringing home. "Scully," I force out between dry lips. She tilts her head and rubs her cheek into the pillow case. She's literally wearing nothing but a come- hither look and a soft smile. Something I never in my wildest dreams expected to have the good grace to see in my lifetime. I take the few steps to the beside and sit down softly, not wanting to startle my prey because right now, I'm in full attack mode. I reach out and move my hand over the edge of her form, moving from foot to shoulder. I'm not exactly touching, just barely skimming the surface of her curves. She sighs and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. "I love you," I whisper with reverence. She nods and licks her plump lips. "Do you--" I start to say, but she puts two small fingers over my lips, effectively halting any further speech. "Of course I do, Mulder," she replies without saying what I really want to hear. It will be enough for now. All in good time. Now is the time for me to prove what she means to me. I unbutton my baseball jersey letting it slip off my shoulders. I grip it with my right hand and fling the offending garment to the floor. I want nothing between me and my luscious partner. I pull the white t-shirt over my head and add it to the growing heap at my feet. She hums in appreciation when my chest is exposed. I stand, unbutton and unzip my jeans, all the while not taking my eyes off her beautiful body. When the task is complete and I'm as naked as the day I was born, she lays flat on her back and opens her arms to me. I move easily into them. She slides her hands up and over the muscles of my back. I slip my legs in-between hers and push them apart. Her creamy thighs cradle my body perfectly. The promised land. Exactly where I've always wanted to be. We lean our foreheads together and whisper sweet nothings, just letting our breaths tickle the surface of our mouths. "You're beautiful," I whisper. "You're mine," she whispers back and squeezes my waist with her legs, punctuating her ownership. Hell, she's never had to claim me. I've been hers for a very long time now. We kiss softly, rekindling the fire we started earlier. Quickly our kisses turn to white hot heat. I can't control the burning within me. I must have more of her. I move from her mouth to her neck, finding all of the spots that make her moan. She's a regular instrument of sounds, one just needs to know how to play. I continue my trek down her chest, clamping on to one perfect nipple and biting softly. The sound she makes this time is more carnal and wanting. It's perfect. My new goal is to hear the symphony that is Scully. She doesn't let me down. When I suck on the other nipple, she groans and presses her pelvis into mine, striking a chord from within me. After what feels like a short time of loving every inch of her, but could very well have been the better part of an hour, she's thrashing around, moaning uncontrollably. "Mulder, now, please now," she begs. I hear her plea and provide one last kiss to the very heart of her. I make a mental note to take another journey down south in the very near future before I center myself between her legs once again. I caress the side of her face and watch her features as I slide home. Her eyes go wide and then close, in what I can only assume is pleasure as she releases a long breath. Home. There is nothing like the feeling of being completely embedded in the woman that means everything to you. It takes my breath away and I have to concentrate on not disappointing her, because she is heaven. I want nothing more than to pound my way to sheer ecstasy but I won't. This first time has to be together. I grip her hips, pull almost all the way out and press into her again. She moans and wraps her legs around my waist, holding me to her. I kiss her lips to bring her back to me and she responds with fervor. These are not just kisses of passion but promises for the future. "So good," I hear over my grunts and moans. "God, Scully, nothing could be better," I tell her honestly, barely holding onto the edge of my passion for her. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we both push towards combined release. Suddenly her body goes stiff as I take one last thrust home and we're gone. I can feel the pulsating from the tips of my toes as I empty my seed within her. We ride out each other's climax to the blissful end and lay spent against one another. The sweat from our bodies is quickly cooling, leaving goose-bumps on her flesh where I'm not completely covering her. Without jostling our position too much, I grip the comforter between my toes so I can grab it and pull it over us. I snuggle into the crevice of her neck and kiss the skin there. She hums in satisfaction and squeezes my whole body to her in a huge bear hug. "That was amazing, Mulder." "A home run?" I ask with a chuckle. "Enough with the baseball remarks." "No way. Besides, you're the one that started it," I tell her. "From now on, baseball is my favorite sport." She laughs. "Not basketball?" "Nope." I lift my head from its nest and kiss her softly. "Not when I can score in baseball." The End.