Title: Shipwrecked Authors: Monica & Spock Rating: NC-17 Keyword: MSR Spoilers: none Email: for Spock: spockdaggoo@yahoo.co.uk for Monica: trustno.1@etoast.com Feedback: Yes! Of course! Summary: "I'd say this is one of the best fantasies I've ever had come true."--Scully Notes: BIG thanks to bcfan for contributing a paragraph or two to the story! Monica's notes: Thanks for the idea Spock, and for letting me write with you. It's been fun! Spock's notes: Thanks for joining me on this shippy journey. It was good for me, too :) Mulder slowly lowers Scully onto the sand of the soft beach, the oceanic breeze feathers her face and she looks up into his hazel orbs. This is it. This is the moment. He touches her upper lip with his. She sighs into his embrace and lets him move his hands down her elegant body, as he kisses her full force. He pulls back slowly, a smile on his lips, watches Scully take in every inch of him with her eyes. "I think you're drooling on me, Miss Scully." She can't stop herself from devouring his tanned slender body with her gaze. She can see his muscles flex, and it feels like they were beckoning her to touch, to kiss and nibble. "I..." Her words trail off, she is helpless as she feels his tongue descend on her collarbone. Lick. Lick. Linger and taste. "I...I am not." She says seductively, trying to focus. "I think it's you who is drooling on me." He nibbles her ear and whispers, "Come here, Scully." He pulls her even closer, the warmth of his body pulling her completely under his spell. She begins to glide her tongue along his neck and up to his mouth again, her hands working to peel his sweaty gray t-shirt off. He feathers the delicate skin of her ear with his rough, sun-dried lips. "You are so soft..." he murmurs and draws back to gaze into those perfect pools of heavenly blue, "..and you are mine...all mine..." he whispers and feels her hands still on his hips. The look she gives him says it. When she closes her eyes, her lips word it. 'Yes.' "What are you going to do about it, G-man?" She grins as he pushes strands of her silky red hair behind her ears. "Everything." He has the most tender look on his face as he settles above on the soft sand of the beach, His eyes never leaving hers. He hovers over her, his arms supporting his weight. "You...You're so beautiful." Her cheeks blush at his words. She brings her hands up and laces her fingers in his, pulling him down on her. She plants soft kisses on his shoulder, his eyes begging for more. She lies underneath her partner, he undulates his hips to the circular movement of hers. Finally. Three months they have been together on this deserted island. Three months of ignoring the attraction. Three months of torturous hunger, but not the regular kind, not for food, no, nuts, berries and roots are in abundance here, but they are starving for passion, for the love that so obviously has been stored within for so long...seven years and...three months... They kiss. Their kiss is a feast after a famine, a drink after a drought. Their ship has found its haven. He slowly moves his hands up her body, slides them under her shirt and pulls it over her head and carelessly tosses it aside. Her fingers find their way into his soft brown hair as he places tiny kisses on her stomach. Feeling his arousal, she pulls him back up her body so he is on top of her again. Her tongue exploring his mouth. She pulls back after a few more seconds, "mmm...You taste so good." He drags himself further up her body and kisses her forehead, his hands on her hips, working to remove her remaining clothing. She feels his warm hands sneak inside the waist band of her worn slacks. Soon he will be touching the sensitive skin, and she can't help but sigh with wonder as he finally does. Her slacks are deftly being unzipped and removed. Soon there will be no obstacles. He shudders as he hears the want so evident in the sighs that are turning into ragged breaths as she reaches for the fly of his jeans. "Gotta feel you.." she breathes, and he shares her need. Together they unbutton his jeans. Fingers encouraging fingers. After the buttons are undone and the zipper is down, he retreats his hands to his waist and removes his jeans, tossing them somewhere near her clothes. Skin to skin, she reclaims his mouth with her tongue as he slowly glides into her. She feels every inch of him inside her, her warmth surrounding him completely. She moans her approval, "Feels...sooo good." His eyes are locked on hers as he gently moves in and out. "I...I love you...so much, Scully." Out of breath, he leans down and tenderly kisses her face. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Danny Pendrell stood mesmerized, his fist raised to knock on Agent Scully's door. The sounds of passion coming from Scully's apartment made him hesitate to knock. They were combined with the sound of waves from an ocean-themed CD. "Oh, dear," Pendrell murmured to himself. "I just came by to let Agent Scully know about a case that's just come my way - a case in the strange sounding town of Nowhere, Texas." "But - but - maybe I better just go there on my own, and not interrupt Agent Scully. She might be mad at me if I knock while she's busy." Reflecting on the word "busy", Agent Pendrell blushed to the roots of his sandy-coloured hair. He quietly crept down the hall and away from Agent Scully's door. The inhabitants in her apartment never even realized he had been there. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Oh, how they had planned this fantasy. They had made sure her apartment had the smell of the ocean, and their clothes the taint of three months in the smoldering of a hot, burning sun. They had even filled the pockets of Mulder's jeans with sand from the beach. The CD was the finishing touch. "Huhmm. Huhmm Huhmm." Their moans fell in sync with the rhythm of the sound of oceanic waves. "I'd say this is one of the best fantasies I've ever had come true." She brushes her hands along his back as he continues to make love to her. "I want...to remember this forever." He sweetly kisses her eyelids, nibbles on her lip. "You're too good to me, Mulder," She whispers in his ear, "Mulder... the clouds are gathering in the sky, we should seek shelter..." Scully gasps as the CD gets to track 3, 'Imminent Storm'. "I don't care, Scully..." Mulder breathes according to their well-planned script and continues his languid, deep stroke. Entry. Retreat. Entry. Retreat... "The.....waves are....going to....crash over us...soon...." She manages. "Yes...." Mulder cries hoarsely, trying his best not to crash yet. The CD shifts to track 17, according to their careful programming, it's called 'Thunder'. "Aaaah!!!" Scully cries as lightning strikes behind her eyes. Mulder continues to move within her as the waves pull her under. The sounds of the CD fill their ears and she moans his name, "Mul..der." He slows his pace, wanting this to last if only for a few more seconds. The CD shifts to track 23, according to their careful programming. The track is titled 'Tsunami'. Mulder loses all his control and collapses on top of Scully. The CD reaches the end of the track and switches off. As it does Mulder rolls to his side of the bed. "What fantasy should we follow through with next, Scully?"