TITLE: Strawberry Tea
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net
SPOILERS: None
KEYWORDS: MSR
SUMMARY: Scully has 'flu, but Mulder makes her feel a lot better :-)
RATING: NC-17
ARCHIVE: Yes please


STRAWBERRY TEA

"And you really think this will work, Mulder?"

"It's worth a try, isn't it?" he replied, filling the kettle with
water and placing it on the stove. Scully watched him from her position
on the couch, wrapped in a cocoon of flannel and cotton, all the
covers from her bed. A box of tissues sat on the coffee table in front
of her, but at the moment, her nose was so stuffy that she'd had
no need of them.

It felt as though she had a goldfish bowl stuck on her head. Everything
came to her through a filter, unreal and distant. There were aches
in every part of her body, some muscles she wasn't even sure were
there when she'd studied anatomy. And Mulder's remedy for this
prolonged bout of 'flu was herbal tea. Strawberry tea at that.

She knew all about lemon and honey, but she'd never heard of strawberry
tea being a remedy for anything. Scully was willing to give it a try,
she hated lemon drinks, they reminded her too much of the chemicals
used in the morgue and she could never drink one without thinking of
some poor soul on a slab.

The kettle whistled and Mulder made himself busy with cups and teabags.
The first thing that hit her was the smell, she could actually smell
something for the first time in days. A fruity aroma, full of summer
scents, in contrast to the winter drizzle outside and she lay back on
the couch, remembering long, lingering days of her childhood when the
summer seemed to last forever and everything was done in slow motion.

Mulder handed her one of the cups and she held it in both hands, just
inhaling it, not drinking just yet. Gradually she took a small sip,
feeling the hot liquid soothe her throat on the way down. She knew
that any liquid would soothe a sore throat, but this was something
else.

"Well?" prompted Mulder, setting his own cup down on the coffee table.

"It's helping," said Scully and took another sip, more this time.
There was a warm glow settling about her middle, her limbs were
feeling less achy and she could smell.

"It reminds me of jell-o," she said.

"What?"

"The tea. It smells like jell-o, just when you've put the hot water
on it and are waiting for it to set."

"I've never really thought about it," said Mulder.

"How did you know this would work?" asked Scully.

"I didn't, not really. But I knew you didn't like lemon, so I thought
that some other fruit might be worth a try. I've always liked it."

"Iced?" asked Scully with a grin.

"Sometimes," he admitted.

"I can smell again," said Scully, feeling very lethargic. She didn't
want to move from her little nest. Love nest, she thought and giggled.
Had Mulder put anything else besides strawberries in the tea?

"Good," said Mulder. "That's the idea."

"My back still aches," she said, reaching behind her to try and rub it.

"Let me do that," said Mulder and took her cup away. "Turn over."

She gulped and did just that. The look in his eyes when he said that -
no she must have misunderstood, he couldn't really be looking at her
like that, could he?

Full of hunger.

Full of want.

Full of need.

Her heart was thumping so wildly, she was sure he could hear it. She
hid her face in the cushion on the sofa, so that he wouldn't see how
flushed it was. She was suddenly too hot and flung the blankets off
and onto the floor, while she waited nervously for Mulder to start.

She was aware of his hands hovering over her back long before she felt
their touch on the silk of her pyjama top. He started at the small
of her back, soft, slow circles of his fingers, gradually increasing
in pressure as he moved his hands up towards her shoulders.

Once there, he no longer stoked her, but kneaded the bare skin of her
shoulders, dipping his hands below the collar of her pyjama top. And
wherever his hands touched her bare skin, she felt more of a fever
than she'd felt with her illness.

She heard a scratch, as one of his fingernails got caught in the
silky material.

"I think this would work better if you took your top off," said Mulder
and she had difficulty putting his request into action. With
two words he had paralysed her.

Top.

Off.

"Scully?" he asked.

Scully pushed herself up and sat on the couch, feeling very aware of
him behind her. He was watching her intently, she could hear his
deep even breathing as she began to unbutton her pyjama top. Her
hands fumbled at the task she'd been performing perfectly for the past
thirty odd years and she wondered why she was so nervous. It wasn't
as if she'd never been naked before. Her hands felt clumsy and alien
to her and she stopped when she'd undone the second to last button,
making no move to remove the garment.

"I don't think we should do this, Mulder."

"Do what, Scully?"

"This." There was a catch in her voice which surprised her. She felt
as if she might cry. He laughed behind her and she turned, clutching
the top against her chest.

"What's so funny?" she demanded.

"Oh, Scully. You thought - you thought I was trying to seduce you?"

"Well, weren't you?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not you want to be seduced."

"Oh." She could not believe they were having this conversation, while
she was half-naked on the sofa, and Mulder still fully dressed except
for his jacket. It reminded her of a painting she'd seen once, although
she couldn't remember the artist. It was called "The Picnic", and in it
she remembered a scantily clad young woman, and a naked one, being
looked at by fully dressed men. She'd never liked it, it seemed too
geared towards male fantasy.

The two cups of strawberry tea sat chilling on the table.

"Well, Scully? What do you say?"

In answer, Scully continued undoing her top, folded it in two before
setting it on the floor by her feet. She lay down on the sofa again,
her arms underneath a cushion and rested her head on her arms. She
was trembling as she waited for Mulder's touch on her bare skin,
feeling very aware of him staring at her naked back, although she
couldn't see him.

The touch, when it came, could not be mistaken for a massage by any
stretch of the imagination. It was featherlight, almost non-existent,
as he trailed fingertips up and down her spine, just barely touching
the fine hairs on her skin. She couldn't stop the moan escaping and
tried to bury her head in the cushion, so that he wouldn't hear.

Mulder's hands reached around to her sides, caressing them both at
the same time, each hand an echo of the other. His touch increased
in pressure as he came into contact with the slight curves of her
breasts. She could feel his breath against her back and she swallowed,
feeling desire course through her whole body like a runaway train,
before coming to rest at the juncture of her thighs.

It was as if there was an invisible cord connecting every part of her
body to her groin, and wherever Mulder touched, she felt it like a
pulse of electricity between her legs.

She felt Mulder's hand move lower, tugging at the pyjama bottoms and
she raised herself half off the sofa to enable him to remove them.
But before he removed them completely, her rubbed her through them
and Scully could feel her moistness through the material. Mulder
pulled off the pyjamas and her panties in one fell swoop, as though
he was well practised at this.

Now she was completely naked. Vulnerable. In front of Mulder. The
thought sent an excited shudder through her and she almost arched
off the couch in anticipation. She didn't have long to wait before she
felt Mulder's hands on her again, squeezing and caressing the cheeks
of her bottom.

Then his hands moved lower, gliding towards the damp curls between
her legs. His touch was gentle, fluttering, exploring, an exquisite
torture, he wasn't quite touching where she wanted to be touched. Her
legs opened further, as wide as the couch would allow, to give him
better access.

"Oh, God!" she groaned, grinding her hips into the cushions. She felt
as if she was floating. Mulder was taking his time. There was no
sense of urgency, no sense as if he wanted to get this out of the way
to get to the good part, the sex part.

No man had ever done this to her, explore her so fully that she didn't
want it to stop. All they were interested in was intercourse, as long
as they had an orgasm, never mind about her. There had been very little
foreplay, not enough to get her aroused, and as for afterplay - that
was an alien concept to most of them. But if only they'd taken the
time to do this, she knew the term "Ice Queen" would never have been
coined.

Her whole body was thrumming with excitement, poised on the brink of
something wonderful, something earth shattering, when Mulder's fingers
were removed. She sighed in frustration and disappointment, until she
felt a difference in texture there, his tongue, licking and lapping
like a cat at a bowl of cream and she moaned in ecstasy.

"OH,GOD, MULDER! There, just there!" she wailed as he finally touched
her clit. She gripped the cushion so hard her knuckles turned white
and she arched up to meet his mouth. "I'm coming, Mulder! I'm coming!"

Her breath came in short gasps and she screamed as the waves crashed
over her and broke on the beach of her shaking body. She dimly felt
Mulder's hands on her thighs, grounding her to the sofa as they both
waited for the spasms to subside.

"Scully? Are you all right?" he asked and she wondered what had prompted
the question, before realising that the cushion was damp with her
tears and she was sobbing.

"I'm - I'm okay, Mulder. That was just so - so. I can't describe it.
I'm overwhelmed." She pushed herself up and sat beside him, feeling
faintly embarrassed now. Mulder had just given her the most amazing
orgasm and they hadn't even kissed. She suddenly felt as shy as a
schoolgirl on her first date and Scully reached for her clothes,
crossing one of her arm protectively across her breasts.

"Leave them," said Mulder gently, reaching down to cup her chin and
stare into her eyes. "I didn't get to see the front view yet." He
smiled and she could see her reflection in his eyes, eyes that were
staring at her with such wonderment and awe that she felt like a
goddess.

"Only if you get naked too," she replied with a smile of her own.

"Your wish is my command," and he slowly began to undo the knot of
his tie.

"Let me," said Scully and moved to sit on his lap. "My, you have been
enjoying yourself," she said as she felt the bulge of his erection
through his trousers. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Loved it. Oh, and Scully?"

"Yes?" she whisked off his tie and bent down to give him a long deep
kiss. When they both emerged for air, her grinned at her.

"There was something I forgot to tell you about the strawberry tea."

"Oh? What's that?"

"It has amazing aphrodisiac properties. Shall I put the kettle on?"

"No, I don't think we need it," replied Scully and unzipped him.

Mulder gasped and thrust his hips up to meet her hand.

"No, I don't think we do," he agreed, smiling.

THE END

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