TITLE: IMPATIENT AUTHOR: BEDUINI E-MAIL: beduini@aol.com Rating: NC-17. Very. Category: V, MSR Disclaimer: yeah yeah. Summary: Valentine's Day Smut. Archive: ATXC, yes, Gossamer, yes. Others ask first. This is dedicated to Terma99 for writing one of my all-time-favorite fics, "Time," and who convinced me to go back and watch "Jake's Story" one more time. Second time's a charm, baby! Xxxxxxxxxxx It was a short walk from the trendy Georgetown restaurant to the car. They were lucky enough to get a reservation on Valentine's Day, and finding a parking space so close was the icing on the cake. Still, he couldn't stop himself from grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into the dark alley as they passed, abruptly pushing her up against the wall and devouring her mouth with his. She opened to him, a whimper escaping her throat as he pushed his body up against hers, his hardness a stark contrast to her softness. Their hands clutching and sliding, he managed to stop himself just short of removing her clothing and pulled her impatiently toward the car. Her shorter legs had to move twice as fast to keep up with his quick, long strides, stopping at the passenger door of their vehicle as he was sliding the key into the lock. She pushed him back against the car by the shoulders and covered his mouth with hers with a ferocity that made his legs liquid, barely holding him upright save for her compact body leaning into him. Her hands were in his hair, on the back of his neck and he reached around, cupping her firm ass easily in his hands and pulling her lower body tightly against his with a moan. She moaned in response, followed by a breathy, "Oh, God." His eyes were wide and wild, intense with purpose as he looked at her, eyes closed and head thrown back, her berry-red mouth wet and swollen by his own doing. Yanking the passenger door open, he turned her and pushed her inside, maybe a little rougher than he intended, and crossed around the back of the car to enter through the driver's door. She was fastening her seat belt with short, deep breaths, willing her pounding heart to slow to a less deafening pace. They almost made it to her apartment without incident until they encountered a red light two blocks away. They were avoiding eye and physical contact at all costs, his left foot tapping anxiously against the floorboard of the car, causing her to look over at his bouncing thigh. She reached over and laid a hand over it, her forearm brushing against his erection in the process. He sucked in a breath with a hiss and wrapped his hand around the back of her head, pulling her face to his in another crushing kiss. His other hand found its way inside of her shirt and cupped her breast, the thumb gliding over the firm nipple. It was her turn to hiss and she wrapped her hand around the bulge in his jeans. A car laying on the horn behind them forced them apart, his foot punching the gas pedal in retaliation as their car lurched forward through the intersection. It was still brand new, this thing between them. They had entered into it deliberately two days before, making slow, tender love to each other for the first time, both slightly fumbling out of nervousness and awe that this moment had finally arrived. The second and third times were as tender and full of awe as the first but the nerves and fumbling abated, as they grew confident in their actions and the responses they were garnering. He was amazed at the intensity of the emotions that making love to her had unleashed within him - he knew he loved her before; he had thought that it was not possible to love her any deeper or stronger. But now he could look at her without masking his desire. He could touch her, caress her; hold her as he had longed to for so many years, whenever or wherever he felt the need. The realization of this hit him during dinner and he reached for her hand across the intimate table, bringing her small white fingers to his lips in a sensuous gesture that caused her body to visibly soften. He saw the passion in her eyes, feeling his own swelling emotion and gratitude as she regarded him with equal amounts of love and desire. She began to speak to him in low, hushed tones, telling him about the way he made her feel and how long she had wanted him, and recalling specific moments when the desire had seemed almost unbearable. Their gaze rarely strayed from each other's eyes as they shared a history of feelings that had previously been off-limits until the conversation came around to the present and the evening ahead of them. The anticipation became heavy between them and he called for the check, anxious to continue their conversation in private. They nearly sprinted from the car to her door, her impatience to get the lock open causing the keys to shake in her hands. He stepped up behind her, running his hands down her arms and burying his lips in her fiery hair. She leaned back against him, pushing against his rock-hard erection and rolling her head against his chest. He moaned in response, his cheek pressed against hers as his hands slid under the waistband of her trousers until his fingers found her moisture. "Jesus, you are so wet" her murmured against her ear. She sucked in a gasp and opened the door, both stepping inside without breaking contact. He fell back against the inside of the door, pulling her with him and sliding one hand up under her blouse to her breast while the other continued to tease her slick folds. She moaned full and throaty, her response no longer tempered in the privacy of her apartment. She ran her hands up his solid thighs - the only part of him she could reach in their current position. The apartment was quiet save for their ragged breathing and the occasional whimper. He was driving her mad with his teasing and she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her trousers, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them as he administered to her arousal. His hand came up to her waist and he pulled the tail of her blouse up over her head and removed her bra while she slid her damp panties down to the floor. Turning to face him, she quickly relieved him of his pants and boxers, only to have them pool around his ankles as she pushed up the tail of his shirt. The shirt had barely cleared his head before she was all over him, her arms around his neck and her mouth hotly exploring his. He managed to get his arms free and pulled her against him, moving to press her against the door only to find himself caught by the clothing around his ankles. He kicked at the offensive material without success, murmuring an irritated "shit!" as he struggled for his mobility. An impatient noise escaped her lips and she knelt down on her hands and knees in assistance. He finally had to sit down, his bare ass meeting the cool wood floor as she removed his shoes and yanked the clothing away. She began to crawl toward him when his voice scratched out, "Stay there" in a rough command that stilled her. She drew in a shaky breath, her eyes not questioning, only her arousal and desire pleading with him for release. Rising up on his knees behind her, he ran his fingertips lightly over the milky smooth expanse of her back. Her breath caught in her throat as he traced the circle of ink tattooed on her lower back, his own breath catching as the memory of the circumstances regarding the branding flooded him. Hands resting on her hips, he positioned himself and with a slow thrust he was inside of her, driving his love and passion and desire and every other blinding emotion deep within him into her, claiming her as his own. A thick muscular arm came down beside her to support his weight as he draped his body over hers, his other arm snaking around her waist to hold her steady through his thrusting. Her body was growing taut, the muscles in her back and stomach clenching as she neared release. Fearing he would beat her to the punch he sat up, pulling her back up against his chest and fingering her clit to send her over the edge, his name rolling off of her lips in a deep, slow moan. His release came immediately and he held her against him with both arms, his face buried in her fragrant tresses. Mulder reached out for her, waking with a start as his hand encountered the solid coffee table beside him. She was not there, or rather, he was not with her. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the dim light in his apartment as he sat up with a squeak of resistence from the leather sofa. It was a dream. They had not had dinner and made passionate love on the floor of her apartment. They were not lovers. The air left his lungs in defeat and his head fell back against the pillow, eyes closed. He thought back to her reaction that morning when he had casually laid the long-stemmed red rose across her desk. Her blue eyes flashed and a smile of pleasure broke out across her face as she ducked her head, trying to hid behind the wave of hair that was now too short to cover her face. "Mullllllldeeerrrrrrrr" was her only response, slurred with all of the affection and warmth lurking in her eyes. They were not lovers. But soon. Soon. Fin Beduini@aol.com http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Starship/9769/Main.html Beduini "I brought you a leg."