TITLE: THE VIRTUE OF IMPATIENCE AUTHOR: JACQUIE LAVA RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR SPOILERS: Nah. Disclaimer: Not mine! NOTE: I truly do believe the world is a better place when smut of some kind is readily available... LOL! SUMMARY: A bad time to be giving up coffee... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX One by one. There were a lot of buttons on her blouse - and his fingers were too slow - but he undid them one by one. Easing the little rounds of pearl out of their small moorings; moving down to the next one - repeating the procedure all over again. One by one... It was driving her insane. Inch by inch. The zipper on her skirt was only seven inches. How long could it possibly take to unzip seven inches? A damn long time, because he grasped the tiny metal tab with two careful fingers, and pulled it down - slowly. Methodically. Sadistically and precisely. Inch by inch... She was going mad. Piece by piece. Not that she wore that many layers - she didn't. A silk blouse. A slim-fitting wool skirt. A lacy camisole and matching half slip underneath. A satin and lace bra with matching panties. Panty hose, and leather pumps. Layers, yes - but not that many. But oh, it took him forever to remove them - piece by piece. As each layer was revealed he leaned in and kissed that portion of skin uncovered. Nibbles, over her shoulders when the blouse was taken off. A rub of his lower lip over her waist as the skirt was banished to the floor. On his knees before her, and a smacking kiss aimed over her little navel, when he peeled off her half slip and a nudge of an Eskimo kiss along the underside of her breast as the camisole slithered off. Piece by piece... By the time he reached her last layer of bra and undies she was quietly losing her mind. And she couldn't stop the whimper, the begging, from escaping her as he pressed her down into the mattress and began to painstakingly unhook her bra - "Mulderrrrrrr..... Goddddddd...... Hurryyyyyyyy...." His eyes were dark with controlled passion as he ignored her pleas and refused to be rushed. He chided her. "Shhhh. Patience is a virtue, Scully - you know that." The bra's last hook was released and the straps began to slide down her arms just as Scully reached that particular limit on her patience - and she snapped. With a growl of frustration she pushed at him, knocking him backwards on the bed. Ignoring his affronted, "Hey! I wasn't finished!", as well as the flapping bra still caught on one arm, Scully grabbed a fistful of shirt and tugged. One by one. Buttons flew everywhere as the force of her pulling rent them from the fabric of one of his most expensive shirts. He squawked indignantly at the damage. Again she ignored him, hands diving in next for the equally-expensive dress slacks. Inch by inch. The metal tab of those pants made an audible !zing! as she yanked the zipper down, so fast and so hard that some of the zipper teeth on the left side bent and the material tore a bit. His shocked, "You RIPPED them, Scully!" was ignored as well. Actually it was a wonder she didn't damage the nice bulge underneath the zipper, but in her crazed hurry she didn't think about it until much later. But for now... Piece by piece. Starting with her bra that was getting in the way. She paused long enough to flip it off her body, then just as speedily she zoomed those slacks down and off his legs, leaving him clothed in a sleeveless muscle shirt, a pair of black boxers and his dress socks. Barely taking the time to admire the way his tanned skin was complemented by the muscle shirt, Scully hooked two fingers into his boxer elastic, and shimmied them down his hips. This time she was more careful, and managed to get them off without Mulder sustaining any groin damage. His soft and heartfelt, "Thank you!" was ignored, as all of her attention was now centered around the straining erection she'd just uncovered. She decided not to waste time divesting him of the sexy muscle shirt... With a hum of need building in her throat Scully maneuvered herself out of her panties and over the now-prone body of her partner in one smooth move. She leaned into his chest and sent one scorching, tongue-infested kiss into his mouth, then sat back on his hips, wriggled into position and slid down onto him. She groaned as he filled her; Mulder echoed the groan, then grated out, "You left my socks on, Baby..." She huffed breathlessly. "Fuck the socks, Mulder..." Her hips pushed down and Mulder groaned again, hands moving up to grip her waist. "I'd rather fuck you, thanks anyway, Scully..." He met her push with a counter-thrust and she moaned out a snappy reply. "Then you're in luck - and in the perfect position -" She bent down and covered his mouth again, her lips and teeth biting at his until she found his tongue and let hers curl around it. Long seconds later she released his mouth and felt herself tighten everywhere as her orgasm began to overtake her. Mulder pressed his hot face into her neck and ground out one last tease. "Impatient brat... ohhhhhh, just like that, Jesus Scully..." She gasped and her voice shuddered next to his ear. "Rotten tease... Mulderrrr, GOD......" ************ "God..." Shaking her. His voice, again. "Scully. HEY! Wake up!" She forced open her eyes, vision swimming a bit, finally clearing up to see her partner's frowning face over her. "What... Mulder. What's wrong?" She sat up a little in the front seat of the car. Still dark out - still evening... she looked out the window. Still on the corner across the street from the warehouse - Mulder's irritated query broke over her. "You wanna know what's wrong? You fell asleep on me, Scully. Again! Jesus, what's the point of us being on a stakeout together if you're gonna sleep and I have to sit here, tracking everything by myself?" Scully shook her head to clear the last of the cobwebs, and pushed hair out of her face. She met her partner's glare with apologetic eyes. "Mulder, I'm sorry. Really. I guess I picked a dumb time to quit drinking coffee." Mulder sighed and handed her the cup he'd been sipping from. She took it gratefully and gulped it down. He sighed again and his voice was apologetic as well. "It's okay. Sorry I snapped at you. We're almost done here anyway - it was a wasted evening. No action - and I was bored. It would have been nice if we could have talked. I almost woke you up a few times, but decided to let you sleep. So it's really my fault you conked out, Scully. I could have kept you awake." She nodded and drained the cup, then almost choked when he added, "But then again - judging by what I was hearing - it sounded as if you were having one hell of a dream..." Her panicked eyes met his and she stuttered. "I-I- what - I don't - Mulder, I don't talk in my sleep! I know I don't!" He laughed as he took the empty cup from her and tossed it in the back seat. "How would you know, Scully? You were asleep!" Now she was remembering the dream, and her panic grew. "Mulder, tell me I didn't talk in my sleep. I know I don't talk! Tell me!" He obviously decided to take pity on her for his words were soothing. "No, I'm only teasing, Scully. Calm down. Let's get out of here, okay? It's late." She nodded, vastly relieved, and he started the car and put it in reverse. As he carefully backed out, Scully fastened her seatbelt and smoothed her rumpled hair. And thought about her dream... God, how humiliating. If he ever knew... Thankfully, he didn't. She took a deep breath and was stretching in her seat, feeling secure again within the normal constraints of their partnership, when his soft and raspy comment made her groan aloud. "By the way, Scully... I am not a 'rotten tease'... and the next time you come like that you're gonna be underneath me. Got it?" Her reply was a barely-audible squeak of anguished mortification. "Oh, shit...!" End