Title: Midnight Sinderella Series Pt 5- Moon Over Georgia  
Author: AllthingsX
Date: 4/26/99
Rating: NC17 with a dash of humor just for fun.
Summary: Never rely on bathroom accessories you didn't install yourself!
Disclaimer: As if we don't already know-..
Authors note:This is a bit different from the other installments of MS, as I
focussed a little more on the humor that sometimes comes with, well, smut
adventures-.
Dedication: Once again, Courtney who always provides enough insanity to keep me
grounded. Autum, you are slowly being converted into as much of a smut addict
as the rest of us! Kim, you always know how to make a person blush-as will
become evident when you read the content of this long over-due piece. Bonnie-my
smut-sister cohort, you know how much I rely on you! Now, enough mush-..on with
the smut!



Scully's apartment-..early morning

	Sunlight trickled in through the slats in the blinds. The spliced rays, broken
and splayed, lay over the room like strands of a spider's web.

	Caught in the shadows were two sleeping forms, resting in a sated slumber
after a rigorous night of passion. Well, a night and the previous day. The
seeming unquenchable need for each other over the past few days had left both
Mulder and Scully exhausted, and oblivious to the outside world once they
entered the private sanctuary of her apartment.

This lazy Saturday morning found them sleeping in the usual fashion. Scully lay
on her side, tucked securely in Mulder's embrace. Her smaller form fit just so
in the bends and curves of his body. Her head rested on the downy pillow, his
face hidden in the auburn spray of her hair. His arm draped tenderly across her
mid section, holding her close. 

This morning, it was Mulder who woke first. The cause of his arousal was a soft
moaning spilling from Scully, apparently in pleasant remembrance of the
previous night's activities. Her full lips turned up in a slight smile.

He tried to remain still, really he did. The combination of the lingering scent
of their lovemaking embedded in the sheets and Scully's warm body shifting
against him was just too much. He gave in to the urge to taste the skin of her
neck where it met her shoulder.

His lips parted and his tongue flicked over his teeth to taste the salty tang
of post-sex sweat. He bit down gently as the scent tickled his senses. 

Scully shivered as he nipped and left a red mark, standing in contrast to the
ivory hue of her skin. Mulder smiled into her hair and pulled her closer,
feeling a familiar ache due south of his belly button-

By now, Scully had emerged from the stupor of her dream and began taking
advantage of her partner's enthusiasm. Smiling against the pillow, she moved
back into Mulder, pushing her hips against his "ready to face the morning"
erection which was sandwiched between his stomach and her lower back.

As she felt him becoming more insistent in his actions behind her, she tried to
ward off the thoughts in the back of her mind. She peeked through her lashes to
glance at the clock, realizing that she only had a little over an hour before
she was scheduled to be at her mother's-she had promised to help her with a
project for church. Knowing that she either had to end this little adventure,
or speed it up, she turned in Mulder's arms and greeted him in her best
morning-after manner-..

Mulder loosened his grip enough for her to turn to face him, then reached
around her to pull her against him again, one knee situated between her thighs.
"Morning-.." The course hairs of his leg moved teasingly over the sensitive,
and somewhat sore flesh between her legs. She and Mulder had been quite
"aggressive" with one another over the last couple of days.

"G'morning, G-man.." A smile played across her lips. His mouth was taking full
inventory of the skin along her neck, making soft wet noises as he moved higher
toward her jaw. "Mul-Mulder..st.." Her resolve was slipping-

"Mul..MULDER!" Her sudden declaration of his name startled him and his motions
ceased- "I'm sorry, you just, I couldn't-. Oh hell, Mulder, we can't do this
right now, I have someplace to be-you know that."

"Huh? What are you t-oh shit, your mom, the church thing." He looked over her
shoulder at the clock. "Scully, you have nearly an hour-"

"Yes, one hour to get up, shower, get dressed, and get to her house. There is
just not enough time for..for this this morning. As she said the words, she
made a sweeping motion with her hand over their naked bodies.

"Well, Scully, I think that was some sort of compliment.." His smile was
infectious, and she buried her face against his chest in a fit of giggles. She
gasped slightly as she felt his hand move down her body and sneak between her
legs to find her tender center, now wet with arousal from his actions. 

"Mulder, really, we can't.." her breath was coming in short pants now. "I have
to get a shower-"

"Well, that's easy enough, I'll wash your back, and we can kill two birds with
one stone, so to speak."
 
"Hmmm, dead birds and sex in the shower with you-what an analogy, Mulder." She
tried to stifle a laugh as he grabbed for her. She slithered from his grasp and
headed for the bathroom.

By the time he caught up with her, the water was running hot behind the shower
curtain, and Scully was already standing under the soothing spray. Mulder
climbed in after her, and she greeted him with a wet kiss as she backed him
against the cooler tile of the wall. Things progressed quickly this morning, as
they always did when they took a shower together. Mulder knew this was one of 
Scully's favorite forms of "togetherness", and he did strive to please-

Soon, their moans and gasps were constant, and the heaviness of the steam-
laden air gave a unique tone to their vocalizations. Scully had turned and
braced her palms against the wall at the end of the tub opposite the shower 
head.  She parted her legs and glanced over her shoulder to find Mulder coming
behind her, placing his hands on her hips.

This was Scully's preferred position in the shower, and Mulder was never one to
argue with her on preferences regarding sex. His only preference was that they
be naked, 24/7. Well, he knew that was a fantasy, but a guy can dream-..

Mulder moved his hands up and down the slick skin of her back, still moist from
her shower gel. He scooted her feet a bit further apart, and gripped one hip
with a strong confident hand while the other moved around to her belly,
lowering to the warm, wet curls between her legs. His fingers moved across the
swollen folds of her center as she pushed into him, needing more contact.

His lips made soft, suckling noises at the base of her neck, and she turned
into him until he stretched further to pull her lips into a deep, erotic kiss.
His tongue moved over the contours of her mouth, his passion fueled by the low
moans coming from deep in her throat.

Having been massaging her since before the kiss began, Mulder felt himself
needing more than simple caresses and close contact. Just as the thought
crossed his mind, Scully let him know she was ready-.

Leaning her forehead against the tile, she moved against him, feeling his
erection prodding her inner thigh as he stooped a bit to bring himself into
contact with the warmest part of her body. Scully again pushed her hand against
the wall, and let the other hand sneak beyond the shower curtain to grip the
towel bar mounted just outside the tub. 

Mulder moved closer, pushing himself into her with a grunt and one long thrust.
Scully'y head fell back and her mouth was wide open, displaying her obvious
pleasure as his cock filled her, relieving the aching need present only seconds
before.

Slow, even strokes soon gave way to urgent, forceful thrusts as Mulder complied
with the urging from the woman before him, asking with her actions for him to
give her more, harder-she was so beautiful this way. Her skin was flushed and
pink against the white tile, her mouth open and lips parted in pleasure as he
moved within her. "It" never took long for her in this position.

"Mulder-Mul..Oh Ga-..I can't-so close..more, Muld-HARDER!" The shriek stunned
Mulder for merely a second as he took a firmer grip on her hips, planting his
feet in a effort to fulfill her request. He began to pump into her so
forcefully, he was worried she would bang her head against the wall. He started
to slow, but she protested and whispered in a low, determined voice-
"Mooooore". 

Aw geeze, he could not refuse her anything, and he resumed his furious pace of
withdrawl and advance once again, the sound of their bodies slapping together
spurring him on. The shower curtain had moved back due to her arm moving
against it as she held a death grip on the towel bar mounted above the toilet. 
Mulder could feel her body tensing beneath him, and he prepared himself for one
mind -blowing orgasm as he neared the final stretch.

Scully's knuckles were white with her efforts to brace herself with the plastic
bar she was relying on for support, and Mulder had a flash of concern for her
safety as he felt himself becoming dizzy with the effort of waiting for her.

In order to perhaps stave off his own release, he offered her a bit of advice..
"Sc..Scully-you, you sure that towel bar is gonna hold?" he panted as he
continued his assault on her body. "Scully, it..it looks pretty flimsy-be
careful it doesn't-"

His words were cut off sharply, "Mulder, SHUT UP and FUCK me! Stop worrying
about the damn towel bar, for Chrissake!" 'Sure, fine, whatever' he thought to
himself, and resumed his quest. 

Mulder felt the tightening in his groin, signaling that he was near the finish
line. He was covered in sweat as much as steam from the shower as his efforts
to bring Scully to climax were more intent than usual, at her request. She
turned her head to the side, looking at him over her shoulder, telling him with
her eyes that she was nearly there..

He re-doubled his efforts and headed for the home stretch-. Scully was writhing
and moaning beneath him, her back displaying the red marks he had left with his
teeth and tongue-.She began to tremble with the approach of her climax, and
Mulder could feel her muscles begin to clench around him..

Just as the cliff was approaching, the abyss lurking just before them, the
unexpected happened-

Mulder was pumping hard and fast, Scully was pushing back against him to
increase the pleasure, one of his hands remained on her hip, the other moved to
grip her shoulder to increase his leverage. She groaned her approval as she
tugged against the towel bar in her hand. She was now leaning partially out of
the tub, her body humming with anticipation. Just as she moved to right herself
to a standing position,  'SNAP!!!!'

Well, more like 'Snap!, Clank!  Boom!' as the trusty towel bar in her grasp
loosened from its bearings on the wall, and the whole ensemble came crashing to
the floor, followed by one stunned-beyond-speech red headed who found herself
turned nearly upside down, head buried in the basket of magazines next to the
toilet.

Mulder could do nothing but stare in disbelief as he suddenly felt his hands
empty, and looked before him to see his lover mooning him from her less than
dignified position in the floor, wedged between the side of the tub and the
porcelain throne. There were muffled words he was sure he did not want to hear
as he was startled back to reality by her heel coming into contact with his
shin in a flailing attempt to right herself.

He moved quickly, hopping out of the tub and kneeling behind her to help her up
from her current predicament. Scully was struggling valiantly to rise and he
hooked his hands under her arms and began to lift. He peered down and saw the
now destroyed basket that had held "reading material" for those little
"private" moments. He could not help but smile as he read the titles of a
couple of the issues now splayed across the floor.

A smile crept its way over his face as he took in the humor of the situation.
Scully was hurrying to turn off the water and make her way from the bathroom.
To hell with unfinished business. She now had a new bruised knee to add to her
battle scars from the past few days with Mulder-only this one was not one she
cared to remember. 

Mulder made an attempt to comfort her, but was betrayed by the smirk that found
his lips as he recalled the mental image of Dana Katherine Scully, standing on
her head, NAKED, face buried among issues of Martha Stewart Living and Georgia
Interiors. He caught her expression as she noticed his facial tone, and he knew
he was pretty much fucked. 

The rest of the morning had passed in relative silence. Mulder had invited
himself along to her mother's, and had helped them with the flyers and flowers
for the church picnic Maggie was in charge of. As they were leaving to go to
the store for more supplies, Mulder could not resist the urge, although he knew
his next words would put in him on the couch for days-.

"Hey Scully, it's a good thing we have to go to Home Depot anyway, we can pick
up some new fixtures for the bathroom, with reinforced brackets, of course." He
did not miss the daggers that shot from her eyes in the presence of her mother
who inquired about her "redecorating plans".

Scully simmered through their trip to the store, and as they were moving
through the checkout line, Mulder tapped her on the shoulder and held out a
peace offering. "I thought you could use a new issue," he said with a wry grin,
knowing this would place his name right at the top of the Dana Scully Shit
List. He held in his hand a magazine with the title: Martha Stewart-Do it
yourself kitchen and bath-..Hoo boy, this was going to be one long weekend--.


Authors note, again: Well, there is it kiddies. I know, part 5 has been SO
overdue that I am sure no      one even remembers the MS series-Well, sorry and
I am already working on part 6, to follow soon. Real life just gets in the way
sometimes, and it can't be helped. Of Course, and all feedback will be
appreciated and answered. I know this piece was not as "serious" as the
previous installments, but I was in a weird mood (no comments, Kim!!) so it
came out a little different. Hope you enjoyed it as wellJ

AllthingsX@aol.com






Angela

"Talking about love is like Dancing About Architecture."
Angelina Jolie as 'June' in Playing By Heart