Title: Premonitions
Author: Kashmir
evermore73@yahoo.com 
Rating: NC-17 MSR, VRA . Not for the kiddies.
Explicit description

Summary: Plots, we don't need no stinking plots!
Mulder and Scully are berated by nightly visitations
from their incubus and sucubus, a sort of omen of
things to come.

Spoilers: Sixth season

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not be long to me,
they belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
They are the property of Twentieth Century Fox. This
story will not be used for any monetary gain.

Comments: Welcome. Send to: Evermore73@Yahoo.com

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"Oh, God," she muttered on a breathy gasp, sinking her
head back into the pillow beneath her. She arched her
back in a combination of raw instinct and
uncontrollable desire to have him bury himself deeper
within her depths. He was merciless in his attentions
to her body. Every sensation was increased by the
caress of his hand mingled with the thrust of his
hips. Each movement marked with such precision, the
pure semantics of it nearly left her mystified. How
could he know her body so well? How was he able to
determine just what touch would drive her insane, just
where to place his lips to make her forget all
rational thought?

It was of no consequence. All that mattered was that
they had finally succumbed. Six years of unbearable
proximity had finally been consummated in a moment of
sheer bliss. As he rose above her, he looked down
into her eyes, wearing the faintest of smiles. His
eyes so black like pools of limitless night. She felt
her lids draw closed as he thrust deeper and the
climax took its toll over her brittle senses.....

.....The alarm clock buzzed incessantly. Scully
hesitantly arose from a deep sleep. As she shook
herself from the last strains of REM, she half-
expected to see her partner's naked, sweat-slicked
body lying beside her. But the bed was empty, as it
had been for six long years.

When she walked into the office that morning, there
was a distinct hesitancy to meet her partner's gaze.
She had that guilty feeling, the one she always gets
after a similar dream. However, the guilt apparently
wasn't enough reason to drive away her reveries. The
incubus had laid claim on her soul and was determined
to finish its devilish task.

Mulder sat at his desk, already picking his way
through a bag of sunflower seeds. It was never too
early to indulge his oral fixation. Another reminder
of her previous dreams. She already had a sense this
day would be physically unbearable. "Morning," she
muttered and made a B-line for her desk.

"Morning." She could feel his eyes on her. She dared
not turn around, lest she might mistake something in
his eyes - something like the look he had graced her
with in her dream.

On a daily basis, they would face the unspeakable.
Together they would encounter the unmentionable and
rival with the inexplicable, yet neither of them was
strong enough to reach out to the other. Neither was
willing to sacrifice what they had for a cheap episode
of tawdry sex, however appealing that notion might
seem. But Scully was wound so tight; she would
consider bestowing an honorary medal of valor upon him
if he would just-

Mulder stood up from his chair, causing it to screech
along the floor. Scully jumped and turned around.
Mulder curiously looked her way. "Jumpy this morning.
On edge, Scully?"

Scully cleared her throat and snaked a finger through
her hair. "Rough night." And that was putting it
mildly......


He raised his head to spy the ruffle of red hair
descending upon his lower body. He sunk his head back
into the mattress and hissed a moan. She crawled up
the length of his body to plant a kiss on his lips,
long and wanting. Every muscle in his body taut,
every nerve ending electric. He brought his hands up
to frame her face and kissed her deeper, eliciting a
strangled moan from her core. "God," he thought.
"This can't be real."

Her hand slithered down between their sweaty frames to
cup him gently. Instinctively, he thrust into her
palm and she smiled. A smile like he had never seen.
A smile that was pure satisfaction and devilish
desire. She would devour him and he would gladly let
her. She rose above him and straddled him at the
waist, guiding him into her body. The heat, the slick
wetness; she took him so deep the sensation nearly
drove him wild. She stared down at him so intently,
the sensations washing over her eyes in a misty
haze.....

The phone rang off the hook. Mulder gradually opened
his eyes and shook himself from the dream. He sat up
and reached for the phone only to hear a dial tone.....


The plane ride to Kansas City had seemed like an
eternity. Mulder sat next to his partner, who read
through a case file and thoughtlessly sipped from her
glass. He glanced over at her several times through
the corner of his eye. She had recently taken to
wearing camisoles under her suit jackets when they
were on field trips. He found this curious, but
likened it to her gaining a sense of marginal comfort
outside of the office. Meanwhile, the sight of the
black lace peaking out of her jacket was driving him
insane, not to mention the invitation it gave him to
catch fleeting glimpses of her pale bosom.

Turbulence shook him from his momentary physical
frustration, but caused Scully to spill the drink on
her chest. She exhaled an aggravated moan and began
to wipe the liquid off with a cocktail napkin. Mulder
was mesmerized. He soon realized his quick glimpse at
Scully's efforts to tidy herself up had become a
glare. He had crossed the line, but couldn't look
away. The sight was intoxicating. He was sure time
had slipped into slow motion as he watched her dip the
napkin in between her cleavage. Thoughtlessly, he let
out a deep sigh, which jarred Scully away from her
task. She looked at Mulder. Startled by her
awareness, he looked away and kept his blinders on
for the remainder of the flight.

They had adjoining rooms in the Kansas City motel.
They would be flying out the next morning after having
wrapped up another case. The door between the rooms
always remained unlocked. It had been a deal they
struck up after a few close calls early on in their
partnership. That deal was never infringed upon. The
door never represented a violation of the other's
privacy.

Tonight Mulder was distracted by the door. It was
such a small bridge to cross to find pure ecstasy.
The dreams were so frequent now, he had trouble
getting to sleep. They would leave him frustrated and
unable to cope with the necessary proximity the two of
them shared.

There was a faint knock. At first he thought he
imagined it until it occurred again. He cleared his
throat. "Come in."

The door pushed open and Scully peered in. "The
lights were still on. I figured you hadn't gone to
sleep yet."

"No, I was going to get some of this paperwork
finished before I went to sleep."

Scully walked into the room, leaving the adjoining
door ajar. "Did you finish the forensics end of it?"

She shook her head. "I had trouble concentrating."

"Seems to be going around." Mulder closed his case
file and put it in his brief case. Scully stood
there, somewhat frozen. Just what she intended to do
was as yet unclear. Mulder watched her as she crossed
the room to sit on his bed. He didn't fail to notice
the light shining through her robe. "So, what kept
you from getting to sleep?"

"I was thinking about something."

"Care to elaborate?"

Scully weighed her options momentarily; all plans were
go. "I was actually thinking about the scientific
probability wherein two members of the opposite sex
are placed in relative proximity to each other for an
extended period of time and how long it would take
them to succumb to the natural needs of the physical
response."

Mulder raised an eyebrow and swallowed hard passed the
lump that had taken up residence in his throat.
"Exactly how long of a period of time are we talking
about here?"

Scully looked him directly in the eyes; there was no
going back. "Six years."

He nodded knowingly. "Six years is a long time..."
Scully nodded. "...for a man and a woman to be in
direct contact with one another, especially if they
find each other extremely attractive." He raised the
stakes. A flush came over Scully's face as she toyed
with the ties on her robe.

"Yes, certainly. That does complicate matters,
doesn't it?" Her chest heaved as she took a deep
breath.

"Very much so." Mulder felt his heartbeat in his
ears. He could barely remember how to breathe.

"You haven't offered a hypothesis to my problem," she
urged, running a hand through her hair and tucking a
thick strand behind her ear. Mulder cleared his
throat and rose from the bed. He stood in front of
Scully and looked down at her; she up at him.

"Well, given that the two people in question are
obviously attracted to one another, both suppressing
some kind of emotional angst for a period of six
years, I would say their tethers are just about shot."

Scully stood up, brushing up against him, feeling the
warmth radiate off of his body. "So the only logical
step for these two people to take is to succumb to
their desires instead of prolonging the vicious cycle
of unnecessary abstinence." Scully reached out to toy
with a button on his shirt.

Mulder took her hand and brought it to his lips. "I
completely agree with your conclusion," he mouthed
into her palm. He pulled her close and covered her
mouth with his own with an intensity that nearly made
her swoon.

The pace quickened so that their clothes were torn
from their bodies in a dizzying whirl similar to
tornado proportions. They made their way to the bed,
never parting from each other physically. They
couldn't stand the thought of being separated for a
single moment. They only broke from each heated kiss
to reassure each other that this was really happening.
He kissed her hungrily, aching to devour her and
glorying in the sight and feel of her this close to
his body. He was going to lose his mind if he didn't
bury himself inside her soon, but he held back,
determined to make it last.

Scully had other plans, however. She was obviously
aching with the same desire to consummate their
relationship. She adored the attention he lavished on
her breasts, but she needed to feel him inside her,
needed to take him deep. She reached down between
them and gently stroked his hardened, swollen shaft;
she was pleased to find that it was pulsing and
engorged. He was as ready as she was. Mulder let out
a low guttural moan as she guided the tip of his shaft
to her opening. Mulder looked down at her, his eyes
black. She recognized this gaze, but before she could
revel in the similarities of her dream to this
blissful reality, he thrust into her - filling and
spreading her fleshy walls to the point of glorious
excruciation. She buried her head in the pillow
beneath her head and gasped at the sensation.

Mulder eased back slightly to slip out of her a bit,
but Scully quickly clutched at his lower back and
pulled him ever closer to her body, taking him all the
more deeper. She thrashed her head back at the
exquisite feeling and smiled up at him. He had seen
that smile before, but was so amazed at her response
that the recollection of his dream faded in an instant
and he was wholly consumed with the here and now. He
grew ever more aroused as her devilish smile drove him
over the edge, urging him on to thrust in and out of
her at a wild pace. Each gasp, each moan she elicited
from his movements drove him further in his quest to
strive deeper, deeper to her very soul. He was
mesmerized by how tight she was, aiding to milk him to
the brink of insanity. She would purposefully
contract her vaginal muscles, each time with a smile,
causing him to call out her name on throaty gasps.

He could tell she was close to the edge of the
precipice. He pumped mercilessly. Steadying himself
on one arm, he reached down between them and found her
tight bud, pulsing beneath the coil of copper hair.
He rubbed her there with his fingers and plunged
himself deeper into her depths causing her to gasp and
cry out his name in rapid succession. It was his turn
to smile, as he watched her convulse beautifully
beneath him. Her internal muscles raged around his
shaft, bringing him deeper and milking him until he
too was thrown over the edge and sent down into a
rapid free fall. He stiffened and released,
collapsing onto her sweat-slicked body.

They tried desperately to catch their breath,
clutching onto one another for dear life. Mulder
rolled onto his side, taking her up in his arms and
pulling her close to his body. They recovered
silently, still exploring each other with their
weakened, but sated limbs.

Finis.