Title: In a Nutshell
Author: Adrienne
davephile@yahoo.com 
Date: November 27, 1999
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully, Mulder POV
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, VRA
Archive: Anywhere
Summary: Scully goes home early, and Mulder does too.
Author's Notes: This is dedicated to people with oral
fixations.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter,
1013, Fox, etc. Sunflower seeds are available in
virtually any grocer-try them today. The lyrics in the
beginning are property of Sheena Easton. Thanks
Jolene!
Feedback welcome. davephile@yahoo.com
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Sequel to "In the Car" and "In My Room," though you
don't have to read either of them to understand this
one.

Adrienne


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"My baby takes the morning train
he works from 9-5 and then
he takes another home again
to find me waiting for him."
- Sheena Easton
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I'm home early.

It's not often that I'm home early from work. More
often than not, I lose track of time, immersed in some
strange little case file I happened upon while
researching something else. Scully often says she's
surprised that I get anything done, the way I get
distracted by things. Old slides, my pencil throwing
skills, her... you name it. It doesn't take much to take
my attention away from what I really need to be
thinking about. Although usually I have a better time
thinking about her than anything else.

Today, I didn't find that mysterious little case file.
My pencil sharpener finally broke after many years of
virtually continuous use-not everyone knows that it
takes a very sharp pencil to stick in ceiling tile.
And Scully, well, Scully went home early today with a
bit of the flu, or so she said. I felt her forehead
before she left, and it seemed hot, but I've usually
got cold hands. Sometimes she complains about them,
but not today; I kept my cool hand on her forehead for
quite awhile, trying to take the bad feelings away.
She stood in front of me, her eyes closed, and I
watched her chest heave as she took deep breaths for a
few moments before she convinced herself that she had
to go home.

So she did, late in the afternoon, around 4:30. I
mean, it's not really considered early to anyone in a
normal work setting, but we have found through years
of working at the FBI that most aspects of our jobs
are indeed far from normal.

I stayed for a relatively boring half-hour until I
couldn't stand it anymore. After six years you just
get used to having someone there. It's like when she's
sick, or when she's on vacation, I never get any work
done. I don't know how I functioned before she joined
me down in that miserable little hole of a basement
office.

So now I'm home, home being her apartment this time.
Home is where she is, whether that's my place, her
place, or the office. Wherever. I knew she would be
there; she doesn't like to be in my apartment alone.
It makes her nervous for obvious reasons.

I key into her apartment and walk in quietly, not
wanting to disturb her in her sleep. I shut the door,
looking across the room, illuminated by the dim
sunlight of dusk that filters through gauzy white
curtains. I set my keys down on her kitchen table and
take off my suit jacket, unbuttoning my dress shirt
and removing it as well. She won't mind if I parade
around in my undershirt; it's just hot in the summer,
and I'm sweating like a fucking pig.

I open the fridge to find a package of sunflower seeds
there for me. She does that sometimes, and I find
myself smiling that Scully, despite feeling under the
weather, picked me up some treats because she knew I
wouldn't be concerned with fixing dinner.

I grab the package, and with a more detailed survey, I
realize it's open. Very strange, because Scully
doesn't eat sunflower seeds.

I close the fridge and walk across the kitchen while I
pour a few seeds into my hand. All of the sudden, I
hear a crunching beneath my feet. I jump a little,
looking down and seeing a trail of sunflower seeds
that starts a couple feet into the kitchen and seems
to lead past the living room. Now this, this is a
little strange. I shrug, not bothering to clean up the
broken seeds but following the pathway of seeds,
haphazardly scattered in an apparent line toward... the
bedroom.

I raise my eyebrows, a smile forming on my lips as I
get this kinky little idea of what awaited me behind
the door. Oh yeah. Hell yeah... the way to a man's heart
is through his stomach.

Or was that through his dick?

Either way, she's got it covered. Well, I hope she
doesn't have it covered.

Hooo-boy.

I stop at the door, listen for her and hear nothing.
So, I do what any curious-type guy would do and turn
the handle, opening it slowly with my heart beating in
my chest.

And what do I see? I see a neat little line of
sunflower seeds trickled across the carpet to the foot
of the bed. The trail stops there and skips up to the
dark blue comforter, where it begins again, now a
little river of seeds running through the space
between her calves, bent knees, and thighs. Fuck... me.

Scully, sitting up on pillows, is clad only in white
cotton panties, seeds dotting the fabric. One hand
drifts through her hair, and the other is lazily
dropping sunflower seeds one by one onto her smooth
little stomach, making the softest patter as she looks
up at me with an arched eyebrow that just about makes
me whimper.



"You're home early," she says softly, as she drops her
free hand beside her. I try to talk, but it comes out
as a little gasp as I laugh and grin, running a hand
through my hair as I feel myself getting too hard
under my pants. Waayyyyy too hard.

Scully smiles, dropping the last sunflower seed onto
the pile on her belly and rubbing her hands against
the bed. "Seed?"

It's something I've said to her before, but you know,
I never really thought an invitation to consume
something as generic as a fucking sunflower seed could
be so erotic. That's one thing I love about Scully.
People look at her every day at work and never know
that she can be one kinky bitch. It's this little
trait I was lucky enough to discover when we got close
enough to be able to do this.

"Yeah," I finally say, barely a whisper. I walk up to
the foot of the bed and get on my knees, picking up a
seed from the comforter with my mouth and cracking it
with my teeth. Scully watches me as I work the meat
out of it, trying not to squirm. I know that she loves
to watch me eat them, watch me work my tongue into the
deep crevasse between the two halves and dig the
little treasure out. Oral fixation is a wonderful,
wonderful thing.

I don't know quite what to do with the shell, so I
just take it out with my fingers rather than choosing
the rather unromantic alternative of spitting it out.
I move up a little more, sucking up a seed that lies
between her knees. I can smell her now, perfume and
arousal, and I bet she's sooo nice and wet right now.
But I must eat my seeds. The seeds are very important.
The seeds are very important.

This helps me to keep my mind on track.

"There are a lot more up here," she says with a little
laugh, turning slightly red for a moment. I look up at
her and we exchange amused glances before I pick up a
seed that is lying very close to her panties. My nose
brushes against her, feeling fabric and wetness, and
she gasps softly as I pull my head away, chewing it.

My gaze drifts up her stomach, her breasts and along
her neck to her eyes. They've changed, become deeper
blue, the subtle change I love to see because then I
know that she's really getting into things. I look
back down, my sights setting on a seed that is very
nicely located on the front of her panties. And I,
well, I think I'm starting to drool.

I move my head up, my shoulders brushing her thighs as
I press my open mouth against her, my tongue lapping
up the seed. Another Scully gasp escapes her tiny
body, and I grin, scraping my teeth against the cloth
before I close my mouth and break the seed, my face
hovering over her as she adjusts her hips.

"That was a good one," I say as I pull the shell out
from between my lips and toss it aside. My tongue
flicks out, tasting just the tiniest hint of her on my
lower lip. She imitates me, whether she realizes it or
not. Her tongue stays out a bit longer than mine,
tracing over her teeth slowly and never breaking eye
contact. She knows that the tongue thing she does
makes me hot, and I begin to feel my heart beating in
my extremities. Yeah, that extremity, if you want to
get technical about it.

I lower my head a bit and find another seed nestled
between her ass and the comforter. I decide that it is
the next lucky target. Using my tongue as a little
retrieval instrument, I breathe against her and
purposely lick a little more than needed to get the
sucker out of there. She moans, her hands pulling at
the comforter as I curl my tongue around the seed,
drawing it into my mouth. I suck on it, licking all of
the salt off the shell.

"You know what I'm thinking about, Scully?" I ask,
looking up at her.

"What," she says, curious, breathless.

"I'm pretending this seed, in my mouth, is your clit,"
I say, cracking it for emphasis. Scully releases a
breath in a bit of a gasp, a tiny smile emerging. "I'm
sucking it, and licking it... and biting it." I see her
lip twitch and her eyes close halfway as she grinds
her hips against the bed slightly. I love that, but I
wait, moving my mouth up to her belly button and
finding a nice little seed to lick up onto my tongue
and eat.

I eat another off of her skin, picking it up with a
long slow lick. It makes her shudder. "Mulder," Scully
whispers urgently, rubbing her thigh against my
shoulder and pleading with her eyes. I push my way up
her body, making sure my dick grazes between her legs.
She pushes her hips up against mine involuntarily when
she feels the hardness against her. I can feel her
heat through my pants and boxers as I kiss her jaw, my
right hand running up her side to cup her breast
gently.

My lips move down to her ear and I tug with my teeth,
inciting more hip grinding action. Her hand pushes up
my back, under my tank top, dragging her nails against
the skin. It makes me moan this time as I catch her
lips with mine. She kisses me, pushing her tongue into
my mouth, drawing me closer to her. I squeeze her
breast, thumb playing lightly over her nipple, back
and forth as our tongues dance lazily with each other.

Scully hums against my mouth, breaking the kiss with a
beautiful suck of my lower lip. We open our eyes
together, smiling in unison. Her tongue flicks out
against my lips again, and I return the gesture with
an added gentle thrust against her hips.

"Oh Mulder," she sighs, smiling and rubbing my back.

"You're feeling better," I say, kissing her cheek and
her neck. She smiles more and laughs.

"Mulder, I wasn't sick," she replies, tilting her head
back as I push my tongue up the side of her neck. "I
just wanted to come home and get ready."

"Ready for what?" I ask, nipping under her ear. I have
started a slow rhythmic thrusting against her, the
friction between us making me fucking crazy.

"Ready to fuck."

Scully can be amazingly direct sometimes.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, grazing my teeth over her neck. "Is
that what you want?"

Say yes, say yes, say yes.

"Uh-huh," she answers, a mischievous gleam in her
eyes. Close enough.

"Well, I'm going to have to get out of my pants
first," I say, kissing her bottom lip.

"No, no," Scully whispers, moving her hands down to
the button of my pants. "I can't wait that long."

"You... can't...," I stutter, feeling her unbutton and
unzip my pants. She pushes them down my hips just
enough for my cock to slip out, and it brushes up
between her legs again. I groan at the feeling of it,
hooking my thumbs under the waist of her panties and
pulling them down her thighs. She wiggles her calves
out of them, writhing under me and pulling my head
down to kiss me hard. I kiss her back, pushing her up
against the pillows and pressing my cock through her
wet folds, a low groan in my chest.

"Oh god, Mulder, yeah," she moans, moving her hips
with mine and gasping as the head of my cock slides
over her clit. I do it again, loving to feel her gasp
against my lips. She stares at me as she kisses me
again, her hands tensing against the back of my head,
fingers tangling in my hair. "Put it in, Mulder, put
it in."
I'm hardly one to deny someone something they so
desperately want, being do-gooder that I am, so I pull
away and adjust myself above her opening, driving in
with a nice hard thrust that pushes her up a couple
inches on the bed.

"Oh Scully, yeah," I moan, feeling how slick and hot
she is. She tenses her muscles around my dick and I
growl, thrusting into her again. Whimpering, she wraps
her legs around my hips and twists beneath me, her
head tilting back.

"More, more, more," she whimpers, slamming her hips up
against mine. I oblige, thrusting more steadily now.
Her fingernails scrape my scalp as she holds my head
in place, kissing me so hard that our teeth hit but
she doesn't pull away at all. Neither do I. Hell no, I
don't.

The pants are bunching up around my knees, and
although it inhibits movement, I am hardly noticing
them now. With one hand holding me up, I push the
other between us and curl three fingers against her
clit, rubbing it back and forth. She moans, grinding
up against my body and my hand, and I do it a little
faster.

"Scully, you like that, Scully," I ask, panting
slightly as I fuck her harder. It's more of a
statement than a question-I know she likes it. I can
tell by the way she whimpers.

"Yeah, yeah, Mulder," she responds frantically through
clenched teeth. "Oh god if you keep that... keep it... I'm
gonna come, Mulder."

"I love it when you say that," I whisper against her
lips, taking a deep breath and kissing her again. We
like to kiss. It's just that simple.

I can tell she's getting close to coming by the way
her muscles are twitching around my cock with every
flick of my fingers over her clit. I keep thrusting
into her, pushing the pads of my fingers in circles
over it, and release her lips. She moans, tosses her
head back against the pillow and drags her fingers
down to my shoulders to grab them.

"More, Mulder, oh, I'm so close Mulder," she pleads
softly, moving with me as much as she can, sweaty
hairs sticking to her forehead and her neck. "Oh god..."

"Yeah, Scully," I groan, trying to hold out for her,
but I can feel myself starting to come and wanting the
release so fucking badly, it almost hurts. But in a
good way.

"Oh Mulder... Mulder... Mulder," Scully whimpers, writhing
under me and moaning. "Mulder, Mulder..."

I feel her coming around me and I grit my teeth,
breathing out hard, thrusting faster and deeper,
feeling every wet swollen inch inside of her until I
can't take it anymore. She's twitching around me as
her body arches up, hands grabbing the comforter and
pulling it up with whimpers that drive me over the
edge.

"Scully," I groan, grabbing her hips and slamming her
against me. She cries out and I come, pushing deep
into her and pulling out, thrusting again as I feel
the tingles rush over my back and through my head.

"Mulh...mmhhh..." Scully moans breathlessly, her body
finally escaping rigidity and relaxing under mine. I
relax as well, taking my hand from between us and
laying down on my elbows. My head drops down to her
shoulder and I breathe against her neck for awhile,
sweaty and spent.

"Mulder," she whispers. She seeks out one of my hands
and places hers on top of it, tracing her fingers over
my skin.

"Yeah," I answer, pressing my lips against her. She
smells wonderful, beautiful, elegant. Even after
fucking. I'm sure I don't, but she doesn't complain.

"The seeds are poking my stomach," Scully says,
laughing softly. I hadn't felt them before, but they
are a bit sharp now. Pulling out slowly, I lie down
next to her, stroking her tummy to get rid of the
sweaty seeds and snuggling into the crook of her arm.

"Better?" I ask, closing my eyes.

"Much," she replies, running a hand through the back
of my hair, up and down. It's very calming. "So you
think I should leave early more often?"

I laugh and sigh. "I think that would be great,
Scully."

"You don't think Skinner would get suspicious?" she
asks, twining her fingers with mine.

"He wouldn't have to know. You could do it every day,"
I reply, grinning.

She laughs again, squeezing my hand. "I probably
couldn't do that every day."

"Damn," I joke, and she makes a little gasp like she's
offended. It's the cutest thing. "But once in awhile,
maybe, you could?"

"Yeah, I could probably manage it," she answers,
putting her chin on the top of my head.

Yeah... I could probably manage it too.

THE END


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