Title: So Addictive Author: Lynn Saunders Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/lynnsaundersfanfic Email: lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com Distribution: Ask and you shall receive. Rating: R/NC-17 Classification: SRH - Mulder/Scully Spoilers: "The Unnatural" (If you haven't seen that ep, you need to! Where have you been?) Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Scully's fantasies are driving her crazy... Date Completed: 07-10-02 Revised: 03-08-03 Author's Notes: *Before I get a bunch of feedback about how Scully wouldn't be caught dead watching a Lifetime movie: Don't yell at me for including the Lifetime movie. Admit it, even the best of us watch them... they suck you in... and they are the only thing showing on Sunday afternoons, anyway. It's "television for women" for a reason. FEEDBACK: I am not above begging! All feedback is delighted over immediately, then saved for later wallowing. lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully are the property of Chris Carter and 1013. A break from work is the only thing I am gaining from writing fan fiction. Similarly, Lifetime network and it's cheesy movies are not mine. *** ATTENTION! *** THERE IS A SEQUEL TO THIS STORY! It is "Requited" and should be located anywhere this story is. If you read this story somewhere and do not find "Requited" archived with it, please let me know. In the mean time, you can find the sequel at: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/lynnsaundersfanfic/soaddictive_requited.txt * * * * * * So Addictive by Lynn Saunders * * * * * * Sunday, 6:30 PM Scully braced herself with both palms flat against the hard tile of the shower wall as the freezing spray pelted her skin. There were no soothing herbal shampoos or soaps today, no luxuriously hot two-hour baths. Those were rewards, and she definitely did not need to be rewarded today. No, she needed some big-time negative reinforcement- and fast. She leaned her head back and allowed the icy water cascade over her flushed face, attempting to wash away the images that had run rampant in her mind all day. "I am not going crazy!" she shouted into the emptiness of the bathroom, and then heaved a sigh as her voice echoed back to her. She pressed her forehead against the cold wall and tried to relax. She had always entertained thoughts about her quirky- if not somewhat dashing- partner, yet they had never bothered her before. Yes, she was hopelessly, head-over-heals in love with the man. Yes, she knew he most definitely felt the same about her. Yes, she spent many a night exploring the endless possibilities of a naked Fox Mulder, if only in her mind. For some reason, though, she had promised herself long ago that nothing would ever come of it. Why was that again? Oh, yes, it would be far too complex to balance work with... um... extra-curricular activities. Yes, much too difficult. It was best to ignore the issue completely. This reasoning had worked remarkably well for a long time- a *very* long time. However, she had apparently built up some type of immunity to it in the past twenty-four hours. Sunday. Today was Sunday of all days. She needed to go to church... or something... anything to get her mind off of the memory of Mulder's lean body pressing against hers in the park under an impossibly clear and star-filled sky. She could actually hear his steady, self-assured voice in her head. It was enough to make her shiver, to make her spine tingle. She could still feel his arms wrapped snugly around her as he grasped the bat, his breath lightly stirring her hair as he leaned in to whisper instructions. No, the desire to feel Mulder was nothing new to her, but never before had she experienced such vivid and, well... surprising fantasies. She could not forget the delicious sensation of being wrapped in his arms for an extended period of time for no other reason than that he wanted her to be there. It was as if a switch had been thrown inside her. Now she couldn't get enough. She was addicted, and a multitude of possibilities floated through her mind at random. The swirling fantasies were impossible to repress or deny. She had tried everything she knew, yet they continued. Taking a freezing shower was the last resort. Just remembering some of the images that had popped up unexpectedly throughout the day caused her face to flush four shades darker. Mulder pressing her back against the hood of her car in the falling rain... Mulder holding her close and tracing her right ear with his tongue as she stood cooking their dinner in nothing but one of his dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up to accommodate her small frame... Mulder running his fingers down her bare back as she rested on top of his naked body... Mulder standing between her thighs with a hand on each of her knees as she perched on the bathroom counter and shaved his beautiful face before work... Mulder supporting her weight, sitting behind her in the claw- legged bathtub as she leaned her head back against his firm chest and relaxed in the bubbles and candlelight... Mulder snuggling close for a mid-afternoon nap under the indian-print blanket on his well-worn couch... Mulder laughing and playfully slinging her over his shoulder before making his way to her bedroom... What was going on? The day had started innocently enough. She had gotten out of bed and proceeded to the bathroom just like any other Sunday. * * * * * * Sunday, 8:56 AM After adjusting the shower knobs carefully, Scully slipped out of her silky pajamas and regarded herself in the full-length mirror as the water temperature rose. She gasped at the scene reflected back at her. There, amidst the swirling steam, she saw herself, head thrown back in ecstacy, as her bare-assed partner-- and what a very fine ass it was-- knelt before her, eagerly exploring her auburn curls with his lips and tongue. Her fingers twined in his hair, and she watched his face, thrilling over his expression of sheer pleasure as he devoured her dripping flesh. His hands tightened their grip on her ass as he pulled her still closer and changed angles, thrusting his tongue deep into her center. She cried out, digging her nails into the back of his head as she melted into him. Her hands slid down to cup his face, tilting it up to meet her gaze. He gave her a devilish grin and licked his lips before moving his hands up to her hips and pulling her down to join him on the fluffy bathmat. Her lips met his forcefully, and she could taste and smell her essence on him. Scully did a double-take. She shook her head to clear it and looked in the mirror again, seeing only her startled face staring back. Well, that was certainly... strange. Maybe she hadn't been getting enough sleep lately. She examined her face in the mirror. There were small bags under her eyes, but those would certainly disappear after a nice, refreshing shower. Otherwise, she looked well-rested. Her eyes were bright and clear, and she had a healthy flush across her cheeks. Attempting to ignore thoughts of her partner's well-toned backside, she stepped into the shower and went about her normal routine. * * * * * * Sunday, 1:43 PM Scully settled down in the comfortable corner of her sofa and curled an afghan around her shoulders. The memory of her morning bathroom fantasy and a more recent image of Mulder doing naughty things with pieces of fruit in the middle of the local supermarket's produce section had left her restless and more than a little embarrassed. Hopefully the other shoppers did not notice her flushed cheeks and speedy exit. At least she had possessed the presence of mind to grab a carton of the ice cream with the highest chocolate content she could find on the way out. Now, sitting in the protective confines of her couch cushions, she could hopefully push the offending images from her mind in favor of something... safer. Lifting the spoon, she absently licked the cool, sweet treat as she located the remote and turned on the television. After skimming the channels, she settled for a made-for-tv movie on Lifetime. The movie's "my sister stole your ex-boyfriend's mom's fiance and then killed him to collect the insurance money" plot quickly took her mind away from Mulder-related distractions, and she relaxed, sinking deeper into the soft sofa. Eventually, Scully polished off the snack, and her heavy eyelids began competing with the cheesy movie. * * * * * * Mulder's eyes burned with an emotion she dared not name or question as he sat beside her, one large hand supporting their bowl of triple chocolate chip, the other trailing fire and ice down her neck before slowly licking away the sticky trail he had created. He leaned back and smiled, plucking the glistening cherry from the top of their sundae and popping the lucky little fruit into his mouth with a satisfied sigh. Scully watched as he worked around the small obstacle and conquered it easily. Then, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and pulled, extracting the perfectly-knotted stem and licking his lips. Apparently his oral talents extended far beyond sunflower seeds. She shivered at the thought of those abilities directed onto her heated skin. But she didn't have to wait long at all. In a flash, he was on her, closing the distance between them with a well-timed pounce. Her remaining clothes were discarded with amazing speed, and Mulder went about finishing the delectable ice cream using Scully as a cone. The long, slow strokes didn't end, and Scully felt herself slipping away to a place she hadn't surrendered to in a long while. He was overwhelming her, enveloping her, loving her. Her pleasure culminated in a high-pitched cry as he brought her to her peak and gently helped her settle down again. He smiled up at her, and she brought her hands to his shoulders, willing him to cover her and complete what they had started. He did not hesitate, settling over her with a satisfied expression. She reveled in the feel of his weight pushing her into the soft sheets as he buried his face against her neck and told her he loved her, couldn't be complete without her. She nuzzled against his forehead until he brought his lips to hers and positioned himself to slide into her. Pure ecstacy... nothing better... no sensation more powerful than the feel of her friend, partner and lover easing the dull ache between her thighs. She allowed the emotions to wash over her as she climbed heavenward again. Even that fleeting thought was washed away as their bodies twisted and melted into each other. * * * * * * Sunday, 4:49 PM Scully was disappointed beyond words when she did not wake satisfied and engulfed in Mulder's strong arms. Instead, she found herself sweaty and entangled in her favorite afghan. The urge to cry was overwhelming... and that pissed her off. She would *not* cry, damnit! It angered her beyond words that "dreamland-Mulder" had made her come... TWICE, for heaven's sake... when the real Mulder hadn't laid a finger on her. Damn, damn, damn, damn! She struggled to escape from the afghan, finally flinging it to the floor in disgust. Still steaming, she dug around in the couch cushions, unsuccessfully trying to locate the remote. Ultimately, she gave up, stalked over to the television and bitch-slapped the power button into submission. Throwing on the closest set of running clothes she could find, she headed out the door and didn't look back. Thud... thud... thud... thud... The sound of tennis shoes on wet pavement carried the ability to make her forget all of her worries... almost. She could usually force her mind into a blank screen. However, Mulder invaded her thoughts at random even while running today. Growling audibly, she pushed herself harder. Thirty minutes stretched to 45, to an hour. Fifteen more and her burning legs required rest. She entered her apartment feeling no better than when she left it. Discouraged, she stripped off her sweaty clothes and headed for the bathroom. * * * * * * So, that was how Scully found herself taking a freezing shower on what should have been a nice, relaxing Sunday evening. Eventually, the water no longer stung her skin and she began to shake ever so slightly. She felt she needed to suffer longer under the harsh spray, knew that she would be sorry for it later. Grudgingly turning off the icy water, she leaned out and located a towel. Her poor body ached with need. Her nipples were erect and throbbing, her breasts unpleasantly heavy. Looking in the mirror, she noticed that her face was still flushed, despite the cold shower. She didn't even want to acknowledge the maddening heat between her thighs. Scully sighed. Ok, that would be easy enough, but she didn't want just anyone... she wanted Mulder... and there was no way- NO WAY- she was going to let that happen. Once wrapped in her favorite robe, she set to work drying out her hair and brushing it into a manageable state. The rumbling in her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten anything real since her bagel that morning. The ice cream, obviously, did not count... Ice cream... cherries... devilish Mulder smile... Scully was beginning to think that it was impossible to stop her wandering mind. Pondering the possibility of being forced to quit the FBI because of her unpartnerly thoughts, she padded out into the living room... only to stop short when she heard a very familiar knock at the door followed by "Scully, it's me." Of course it was Mulder. Who else would bother to come to her apartment on Sunday evening? Who else had the uncanny ability to show up whenever he was the most unwanted? No one but Mulder. She was startled back to reality with his second knock. "Scully?" She might as well let him in. If she didn't, he would just let himself in anyway. Scully tried to compose herself as she headed to the door. Hopefully the fact that she had done nothing but fantasize about him all day would not be evident on her face. That would be slightly embarrassing. "I'm coming, Mulder." She grimaced at the double meaning as she reached out and opened the door... Mulder stood grinning, dressed to kill in his classic blue jeans, gray shirt and leather jacket combo, and holding several steaming bags of what smelled like her favorite Chinese food. He flashed his most suggestive smile and spoke in an exaggeratedly husky tone, throwing in a wink for comic emphasis. "I thought we could have some fun, Scully." Her body responded to his words without her permission or control. The burning in the pit of her stomach intensified, and she became more irritated with him than she could remember. Then he laughed and gave her a genuine smile. Immediately, the urge to give him a swift kick to the groin melted away. "Aren't you *hungry*, baby?" he leered. Rolling her eyes and failing to suppress a smile, she stepped out of the way and let him enter against her better judgement. * * * THE END -- BUT THERE'S A SEQUEL, "Requited" * * * lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com