Title: J'Espere (1/1) Author: Kitten. E-Mail: Kimogen5@hotmail.com Category: MSR Summary: Smutty little post-ep for "Je Souhait". If only because *I* wish. Rating: NC-17. Spoilers: "Je Souhait". Distribution: Anywhere - but please let me know so that I can visit. Disclaimer: Not mine, I just like to get them in the sack as often as possible. Feedback: "stay cool, don't sound desperate..." xxxxxxxxxxxxx "You wanna know what I wished for Scully?" "I'm wishing you'd move a little to the right." "There?" "Who said...oh...wishes can't come true?" "Scully? "Hmm?" "I wished that you could be happy." "Oh...I'm happy...right now...I'm happy." Mulder grinned. Yessir, he was pretty happy himself. Sure, his wish hadn't been selfless - far from it - but so far, so good: it hadn't had any dire side-effects. And yeah, she did look pretty happy. Pat on the back for that one. Plus, Jen was free. Yup, everyone concerned got what they wanted. Mulder congratulated himself, after all, the contract had been a spot of genius. For once in his life, Fox Mulder had thought long and hard before he acted. Based on this result, he was seriously considering thinking more often. As her partner mused his own ingenuity, Dana Scully was wondering if it were possible for a human being to actually melt. The leisurely pace Mulder's tongue had set was slowly bringing every cell in her body towards an orgasm that was promising to be nothing short of explosive. The tingling had begun, once the initial surprise had faded, with the heat of his lips on hers when he had lent over on the couch. It had all been downhill for her self-control from that point. Not that she was complaining of course - she had begun to think it would never happen. In fact, she was next in line to unroll that damned carpet. Granted, she didn't believe in that kind of thing, but hey, don't knock it till you've tried it. And right now...oh yeah...she was trying it. Her partner of seven years was proving to be an extremely talented individual. Magic was probably the only logical explanation for the things he was doing to her. Apparently, Mulder had intimate knowledge of each and every erogenous zone on her body, including a few she hadn't been aware of herself until now, and he was intent on exploiting this knowledge until she was driven slowly out of her mind. Maybe, Scully pondered, it was some clever ploy that would leave her unable to argue with him ever again; she would just have to follow him around like some inebriated jellyfish, agreeing to his every whim. Hey, maybe he had fucked Kersh's secretary like this. That would explain a lot. She felt a jealous twinge, and quickly brushed the thought aside. Besides, regardless of the consequences, it was a risk she would have to take, it would be rude to get up now. Plus, he had her pinned beneath the considerable weight of his body. Whatever his motive - total domination or not - they should have done this a long, long time ago. In fact, Dana would have kicked herself for not doing it before, if only her legs hadn't been so high over his shoulders. At that moment, Mulder was making another wish. He knew it could never be answered, but he wished it anyway. He was wishing that the moment would never end. He knew it was clichéd, but he couldn't help it. He had never seen a woman so happy, let alone Scully. He wasn't even sure how it had happened - not that he cared. After all, he'd only been waiting for seven years to pluck up the courage to kiss her. Now, he wasn't at all bothered as to how he had finally done it. Maybe the beer had helped. Maybe it was her playful teasing as they sat on his couch. All he was certain of was that one minute they were watching 'Caddyshack' and the next his mouth was pressed firmly against hers and she was not pulling away. Sure, she had stiffened in surprise, but she had loosened up pretty quickly and before he knew it, they were horizontal on his couch and his hand was touching flesh he'd only dreamed about before. Only the reality was a thousand times warmer and softer than he had ever thought possible. He could have died there and then, a happy man, without taking it any further. He'd been wishing then too. Wishing that this could have happened before, could happen again. And judging by the way her body was responding to his, it *would* be happening again. Any woman would be insane not to let him do this again. She had been trembling beneath him since the very beginning, and Mulder was fairly sure that it wasn't because she was cold. No, it certainly wasn't cold in the room. Mulder grinned, he was actually starting to think like Shaft. Sex with Scully had turned him into a cheesy '70s TV character. It was a harsh price to pay, but well worth it when she braced a hand against his chest and gasped, "Please tell me that you have a bedroom." Grinning widely and raising one eyebrow, Mulder was glad that he'd had that damned waterbed fixed, after the whole Monday fiasco. And he'd never really got to try out the benefits of that mysterious mirrored ceiling. He was beginning to wonder whether it was actually a gift from the gods. Had anyone told him six months ago that he would one day be doing the naked pretzel with Dana Scully, on a waterbed, beneath a mirrored canopy, he would have laughed and told them 'I wish'. And as it so happened, he had. Scully berated herself for actually letting out a squeal of delight when Mulder had lifted her, half undressed, from the couch and carried her across the apartment. She had done it again when she saw his bedroom. Or *boudoir* as it may be more appropriately named. Now she had seen it all: flukemen, fat-sucking vampires, ghosts...and a leopard-skin throw on a waterbed in Mulder's bedroom. Ha! The first squeal had thrilled him. The second one was a little too mocking for Mulder's liking. He was going to thank the Lone-Gunmen for the gift of the bed and canopy that he assumed came from them. And then he was going to kill them. But right now, there were more urgent things at hand. Well, maybe not at hand - they'd done *that* roughly half an hour ago. He was more than ready for the main event. And he suspected Scully probably was too. Xxx The sight of Mulder's reflection in the mirror above, positioned above her, was enough to make Dana groan even before he slid