Title: Steam Author: Xenoprobe xenoprobe@hotmail.com Classification: MSR, UST, Mulder POV Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: none really Summary: Mulder can't resist indulging his fantasies while Scully takes a steamy shower. Feedback: Must I always beg? Yes, please, please send me feedback! Archive: Please do, anywhere, just drop me a line and let me know. Disclaimer: CC, 1013, FOX... they should all know by now that I make no claim on their characters. Not mine, never were. *** I was standing at the threshold. I had already unlocked and opened the connecting doors between our rooms and found I couldn't budge from my spot at the entrance to her room. I could just make out her silhouette in the steam-covered mirror in her bathroom; she'd left the door open for her shower. I lifted a foot from the carpeting to return to my darkened room but when I connected to the floor again, I was one step further inside her space. Dammit. I could feel the moisture of the shower seeping into her room and could hear her pull the shower curtain back and then closed as she stepped into the spray. I am a weak man; I know this- I've always known this. I found myself sitting on the end of her bed, listening to her hum quietly in the safety of her warm shower. Scully. Her voice was small and oddly melodic in a lullaby kind of way. I sat there imagining her pregnant and naked, sitting in the pillowed comfort of our bed, singing sweetly to her belly. Of course, that will never be. God- there's so much I want for her, want to give her, share with her and I can't even tell her the one simple truth that fills me with need and fear. I love her. I sigh and her voice changes slightly, singing a few words here and there to a song I can't quite make out. Sweet, she is everything. I lay back against her sheets and let my mind drift to her, in the shower. I can see her hands, soapy, scrubbing over her shoulders and tummy, cupping her breasts. I wish I was washing her, washing her with my hands and mouth, cleansing kisses all over her body. I smooth my palms against her cheeks and stare into her, showing her in our silent communicative way that her beauty floors me. I pull her close to me and press my lips to her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and finally her mouth. I linger a kiss to her lips, teasing us both with feather-light pecks until the hunger explodes in tangled tongues. I let the shower spray over us and slip my hands down over the soft skin of her back, dipping into the hollow at her ass. Her body is slippery and I grab her to me desperately, reveling in the sensation of her breasts and hardened nipples pressed against my bare skin. I trace my hands all over her, leaning in to take a perfect coral nipple into my mouth. That's when I hear the most unbelievable thing. It's Scully, in the shower, moaning my name. Sweet Jesus this can't be possible. Here I am, lying on her bed with my hand clutched around my cock while she's doing something similar just mere steps away. I hear her again only this time it's a low and long sound like 'mmmmmmMulderrrr'. She's purring and my cock is so swollen I think I might die. I begin stroking again, feeling unnaturally aroused by the idea that I'm masturbating on Scully's bed. My fist slams down again and again, my grip is loose causing friction but not enough tension to bring me off just yet. I want to hear this. I start imagining again, listening to her soft voice drift around me in the steam, I think of her: Scully at the office, leaning back in my chair with her blouse open and a navy lace bra exposed. I tower over her and bend down to suck those perfect lips into my mouth in a feverish kiss. I drop kisses down her chest, teasing her nipples through the fabric with my rough hands. I dart my tongue in and out of her navel as I make my way down. Her legs are parted and her prim and proper skirt is hiked up and I can smell her. "Oh God..." I can smell the anticipation, can see her thigh high stay-ups and milky white flesh... and, "Oh Scully" the patch of auburn curls at her apex. I want to taste her. I want to make her come. I want to show her that I love her and have for a fucking long time. I can't help the grunting noises I'm making, I wonder if she can hear me like I can hear her, hungry, exposed. I've tightened my grip and I am overloaded with sensation. My damned photographic memory has conjured up all the tiny hopeful moments Scully and I have ever exchanged. Each touch she has ever honoured me with, I can feel on my skin now as if we'd been lovers for years and years. I think of her hair, of her smile, of her beautiful eyes. I think of her mouth kissing me, suckling at my nipples, licking over my chest and lowering over my twitching cock and taking me into a velvet heaven. "Oh Christ... Scuhlleee..." Her lips devour me, her tongue swirls around the tip (not my hand, Scully's mouth... not me, not me...) Her cheeks hollow as she sucks at me and I can see it so clearly in my mind, she is so beautiful. I am so close to the edge. I hear a sound, a sharp breathy sound above the flow of the shower. Scully is gasping, I hear my name at least twice and I'm pretty sure she's come. I cannot move, I am rooted to her bed, rooted to the intimacy of being so close to her in this auto-erotic act. I squint my eyes closed again, conjuring up another image of the woman I love. She's in this bed where I'm lying now. She's alone and thinking of me just one room away. I am watching her secretly as she touches herself. The picture is clear and I see her hands travelling over her body in luxurious slow motion, squeezing her breasts and tugging at her nipples. I stroke and stroke; my cock is so full I'm afraid I'll redecorate the room if I come here. I think of Scully spreading her legs wide, she is naked and aroused, oh so wet. She dips her fingers into the pool of liquid at her core and spreads it around and over her clit. She sighs. She says that name again, my name. God how I want to do that for her. I envision her quickening her strokes, as I do now, she's slamming the heel of her palm against her hard little clit, I am bubbling with my need for release. I concentrate on her mouth, not her hand or fingers. It's her mouth that I want right now. More than anything I want to kiss her. You. I want to kiss you with all the force I feel in my pending orgasm. I want to taste your tongue and teeth and saliva. I want to bruise your lips with mine. Mine. Scully. Mine. "Oh God! Scuhllee" I want, I want... I pant out my orgasm not really noticing that I've come all over my tee shirt and hand- just plain all over. I exhale, still sensing the steam in the air, heavy and perfumed with the combination of Scully's freshly scrubbed scent and sex, I smell of sex. I sit up in a blur when I realize that I have no idea how long the shower's been off. I hear the snap of a towel and can see her silhouette again. What would she do if I rushed in there and slammed her against the sink with a passionate kiss, smearing myself against her clean naked skin? The bathroom door swings open wide and I leap to my feet and dash for the connecting doors. I glance back once and it doesn't appear that she's seen me. I rush for my own bathroom, slamming the door shut too loudly. I hear her voice calling into my room. "Mulder? Is everything alright?" "Fine Scully, I'm fine." "Are you sure? Is there anything I can do for you?" I realize that I must be losing my mind once and for all 'cause I'd swear I could hear innuendo dripping from her voice. "No Scully, really. I'm just gonna take a shower." Silence. She doesn't say another word; I must be imagining things in my post-masturbatory stupor. I shower under an icy spray and try to cleans my mind of sexual thoughts about my partner. But when I open the bathroom door and look up I see that Scully is tucked under my sheets with her back to me. I pad around to the other side of the bed and peek at her. She opens her eyes sleepily and smiles a winning smile. "Scully?" "I didn't think you'd mind sharing a bed since mine's a little messy." She winked at me. My God she knows. She lifts up the sheets and pats the mattress. "You're gorgeous when your confused Mulder, now come to bed." I comply. "What are we doing here Scully?" I can't wrap my brain around the very real sensation of her body as she presses up against me. I'm short- circuiting. "We're doing this together. We need this Mulder. Until tonight I wasn't sure how you felt about me but when I stepped out of the shower and saw you... on my bed, I knew, finally. I don't want to go on hiding from you anymore." "Scully..." "I don't want to hide anything from you Mulder." She reaches up and strokes my jaw and in a flash she's kissing me. For a moment I think I must be dreaming but the feeling of her tongue in my mouth shocks me into motion. We kiss and kiss and stop for quick glances at each other. She's as hungry as I am. "God Scully, I love you. I just- I love you, so much." I breathe the words at her and notice my face is wet. I'm crying but she quickly gathers my tears with tiny kisses and whispers back. "Me too Mulder." *** "Total surrender Your touch is so tender Your skin is like water on a burning beach, And it brings me relief." Nails at Your Feet-Crowded House *** Please send feedback... I know these types of stories are common in the fanfic world but I am playing with POVs and would love to know what you think. Comments, criticism, praise... I'm open for it all. The Crowded House quote is used without permission, I love the song and it sounds nice in the shower. xenoprobe@hotmail.com http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xenoprobe