TITLE:   Wine 4 - CHARDONNAY
AUTHOR:  Dianora
RATING:  NC-17

Well, well, lookee here, it's another installment 
of "Wine," in which Mulder and Scully finally 
drink a type of wine I like myself.  Once again, 
this is kind of tongue-in-cheek, but hopefully hot 
and sexy at the same time.  Rated NC17 for a reason.  
Some of this gets pretty explicit and a little kinky.  
I can't believe I write this stuff. :)  

The Scrabble idea comes from a recent episode of 
"Melrose Place."  Yes, I am a 'Phile and an MP fan, 
but I would shoot myself in the head before I would 
write MP fanfic.  And no, I am NOT a Placemat.  I just 
love cheesy trash, which should be obvious from stories 
like these. :)

Everyone feel free to send me suggestions for further 
installments of "Wine," since I consider these my "fun" 
stories.  The only requirement is that at some point Mulder 
and Scully have some kind of sex, preferably in a somewhat 
original locale or situation.  E-mail me at Dianora2@aol.com 
with any comments or suggestions.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are properties of Chris Carter, 
Ten Thirteen Productions, and FOX Broadcasting, and of 
course I did not ask permission to use them.  I have better 
things to do, okay?  Sister Ernestine really was my ninth 
grade religion teacher, and she really did have Dating Rules.  
I swear.
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It was raining.  And cold.  And grey.  And thoroughly 
depressing.  Scully folded up the Help Wanted section 
she had been reading out of curiosity and reflected that 
she should have been an accountant, judging from the 
starting salaries that were advertised.  An accountant or 
a plumber.  Or an exotic dancer.  She snorted in amusement, 
shaking her head at such a ridiculous thought.  Who was 
she kidding?  She could never be a *plumber*.

The sound of heavy raindrops pitter-pattering against the 
windowpanes was usually soothing, but today it was 
driving her nuts, a constant reminder that it was Sunday 
and she was stuck inside with nothing to do except read 
the paper and watch professional bowling on cable.  She 
supposed she could clean the bathroom or do some laundry 
or even start that  Tom Robbins novel she had been meaning 
to read, but she just couldn't get motivated.  If God gets to 
rest on Sunday, so do I, dammit, she thought wryly, 
although she had a feeling that Sister Mary Ernestine from 
ninth grade religion class probably wouldn't appreciate that 
particular sentiment.  She sighed restlessly, shifting on the 
couch.  Recalling Sister Ernestine and therefore also r
emembering the nun's infamous Dating Rules always made 
her crave some hot, dirty sex as an act of rebellion.  Hmmm.  
Now there was a way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  Maybe, 
she decided, I need to call Mulder and get his buns of steel 
over here.  She reached over to the end table, picked up the 
phone and dialed.  His recorded greeting announced that he 
wasn't able to get to the phone, but she knew better.  

"Mulder, it's me.  Pick up the phone."

A short pause, then the whine of feedback pierced her 
eardrum as he picked up the receiver and the machine 
clicked off.  "Hey, Scully."

"Mulder.  It's raining."

"Yeaaaah....um, that's right, Scully.  You should have 
been a meteorologist."

"No, I should have been an accountant.  Or an exotic 
dancer.  But that's not why I'm calling."

"It's not?"  He sounded disappointed.

"No.  I'm bored," she sighed.  "Do you want to come 
over and play?"

"Well, that all depends on what kind of game you had in 
mind," he said suggestively.

"Scrabble."

"Huh?"  

She grinned into the receiver.  "You heard me, Mulder.  
I feel like playing some Scrabble."

"Sorry, Scully, you must have me confused with Alex 
Trebek."

"Alex Trebek does not host *Scrabble,* Mulder," she said 
disgustedly.  "You're thinking of 'Concentration,' which 
he does host, in addition to his regular hosting responsibilities 
on 'Jeopardy.'  Try to get your pop culture references straight."

"*Mea culpa*," he sneered.  

"Are you coming over?"

"Well," he said, feigning having a life, "I was going to meet 
some guys for a game of basketball..."

"It's raining," she interrupted.  "And you have no friends."

"See, that's why I like spending time with you, Scully.  
You're always willing to give my ego a boost."

"Get over here and I'll give you a boost, all right," 
she said huskily.

He gulped.  "I'll be there in half an hour."



Right on time, she thought approvingly as her doorbell 
rang thirty minutes later.  She pulled her black satin robe 
more securely around her and took a deep breath.  Even 
though they had been sleeping together for a few months 
now, she still found herself getting a little nervous occasionally, 
as if it could all fall apart at any moment.  But she knew that 
as soon as she opened the door and looked into his eyes, all 
of her doubts and fears would be immediately erased, as 
always.  She flung the door open.

He was wearing dark sunglasses. 

He leaned in expectantly for a kiss, but she took a step 
away from him.  "Is there any particular reason you're 
wearing sunglasses indoors?"

"Not really.  They're new, that's all, and I wanted to get 
your opinion.  What do you think?"

I think, she thought silently, that you're lucky I'm even 
letting you into my apartment, buster.  "They're, uh, great, 
Mulder."  She let him in then, and was relieved when he 
took the glasses off and those beautiful hazel eyes met hers, 
full of warmth and affection and the hard glint of something 
more primal.  He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her 
thoroughly, and she sighed as his hands started roaming 
over her body, caressing her through the satin.

"You're not wearing anything underneath this, are you 
Scully," he murmured against her ear.

"I didn't really see the point," she answered, practically 
purring as he began to nuzzle her neck.  This was *much* 
better than pro bowling.

"Scully?"

"Mmmm."  She clutched his strong shoulders tighter.

"You got anything to eat?"

She pushed him away.  "You suck, Mulder."

He chuckled lightly and leered at her.  "But I'm *so* good 
at it..."

"You just keep telling yourself that."  She sighed a sigh, 
not of defeat, she told herself, but of compromise.  Right.   
"Well, what do you want to eat, since that's apparently all I'm 
good for at the moment?"  She headed for the kitchen as he 
followed eagerly.

"Anything.  I'm starved.  I didn't eat this morning because 
there was nothing in the apartment."

"What a shock."  She opened and closed cabinets while 
Mulder marveled at shelves that actually had boxes and cans 
of food sitting on them.  "I have some leftovers from last night, 
I think.  Some salad and a chicken cutlet."

"Perfect."  

She grumbled something under her breath about never making 
too much food again, since she never managed to have the 
second serving herself anyway, not with six-foot tall bottomless 
pit eating machines hanging around, and pulled the food from 
the refrigerator.  "Here," she said, pushing the plate with the 
cutlet on it toward him, "you can nuke it yourself, can't you?"

"I think that's within my domestic capabilities, yes."  He 
proceeded to radiate the hell out of the thing while Scully 
scooped most of the salad into a bowl for him.  "What do 
you have to drink?"

"Mulder, what do I look like?  The Flying Saucer Diner?  
You could have brought something."

He pointedly ignored the comment.  "Don't you still have 
that bottle of Chardonnay that we never got around to drinking 
last time I was here?"

She paused before answering, remembering with a tingle the 
reason they had never gotten to the bottle that night.  Her neck 
had been sore for days after that....  "It's still unopened."  She 
retrieved it from the wine rack and set it down in front of him 
with a clunk.  "You know where the corkscrew is, you do it.  
I'll be in the bedroom."

"What are you gonna do in there?" he asked around a 
mouthful of salad.

She raised an eyebrow.  "Why, set up the game, of course."



True to her word, when Mulder entered the bedroom a 
few minutes later with the wine and two glasses, Scully 
was sprawled out on the bed, the board game set up before 
her.  "Where's the food?" she asked.

"I finished it."

"You're a pig.  You realize that, don't you?"

"One of my many charming qualities."  He settled down on 
the bed, on the opposite side of the board from her.  He tried 
to ignore the fact that her robe had loosened and he could see 
the graceful curve of one breast.  "I see you already chose 
your letters."

"Yes.  Is that a problem?"

"Nah, I trust you.  I guess."  She narrowed her eyes and 
shot him a glare that was positively striking on her, although 
he'd never tell her that.  "Careful, Scully, or your face 
might freeze that way."

"I'll take my chances.  Pick your letters."

He carefully selected his seven letters and placed them on 
his rack, pouring himself and Scully each a glass of wine as 
he appraised his selection.  S, T, C, L, A, K, U.  Nothing 
was leaping out at him yet, except ASK, which was entirely 
too dinky.  "Who goes first?"

"Well, we have to each pick a letter from the bag, and 
whoever gets the higher letter goes first."

"Fine."  He reached in and pulled out a tile.  Z.  Typical.

Scully waved her C at him.  "Guess I go first."

"Fine."

She placed her letters down on the board, spelling out the 
word TRUCK, then calculated her score and carefully made 
a notation on her memo pad.  He was amused to realize that 
she had labeled the columns "Mulder" and "Scully" in her 
precise handwriting.  Mulder took a swallow from his glass, 
savoring the tang of the dry wine.  After careful consideration, 
he placed the word LUST on the board.

"That's cute, Mulder.  Real cute."

"It comes from the heart, Scully."

"That's not the only place it's coming from," she observed.

"You're the one who wants to play this game, when there are 
plenty of more exciting activities we could be engaging in."

"Good things come to those who wait," she said casually, and 
placed KISS on the board.  

"Now that's more like it," Mulder said, leaning across the 
board as she met him halfway, pressing her lips to his.  He 
reached up with one hand to cup her face as he parted her 
lips with his tongue, slipping inside her mouth.  Her breathing 
quickened, hot against his cheek, and his own heart began to 
beat a little faster.  It was amazing to him, still, that she could 
have such an intense physical effect on him.  She pulled away, 
and a small sound of protest escaped from his throat.

"Your turn," she said breathlessly, eyes sparkling.

"Um, yeah."  He assessed his new letters, trying to 
concentrate, suddenly determined to make this game as 
interesting as possible.  He placed his tiles down and 
looked up to see her reaction.

"SUCK?  You have a one-track mind," she said 
disapprovingly.

"So?"  Putting his glass of wine down on the nighttable, 
he reached over and pushed her robe gently aside, revealing 
one perfect ivory breast.  She watched wordlessly as he 
leaned over and enclosed the hardened nipple with his mouth, 
sucking deeply.  He flicked his tongue over the pink tip 
delicately, and when he began nibbling she clenched the 
comforter with the hand not holding the wine glass, determined 
not to cry out.  Not yet.  When he pulled away, the air was 
cool on her wet skin.  She licked her lips to moisten them, 
trying to find words, knowing that words were unavailable 
to her when he looked at her like that, like he wanted to 
swallow her whole.

Slowly and deliberately she placed the next word on the 
board, taking her eyes from his only long enough to make 
sure the tiles were in the right place.  EAT.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and a renewed 
look of predatory determination manifested on his face.  
Without taking his eyes from hers, he swept the game off 
the bed with a crash, the wooden tiles scattering all over the 
floor.  Scully had just enough time to set her wine glass 
aside before he pounced on her, untying the sash of her robe 
and stripping her of the garment, throwing it on the floor.  
He roughly turned her over onto her stomach, and Dana 
practically moaned in delight as she waited for him to enter 
her from behind.  It took her a moment to realize that he had 
grabbed both her hands and was now tying her wrists firmly 
with the belt from her robe.

"Mulder?  What the hell are you doing?"  She twisted in his 
grasp, but although she was strong for her size, she wasn't 
that strong.

"You're in the mood to play, aren't you, Scully?" he 
whispered, bending over so his mouth was next to her ear.  
"Trust me, Scully.  You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes," she said in a small voice, not sure which emotion 
was winning out inside of her at the moment, anger or 
excitement.  He turned her over, gently this time, and she 
was startled by the intense look of desire on his face.  
It also felt a little weird for her to be completely naked 
while he was still fully clothed, but she was doing her 
best to get over it.  He lowered himself so that he was 
hovering above her, resting on his forearms.

"Trust me," he whispered again.  "Just relax."  She nodded, 
and forced herself to breathe, to sink back into the pillows 
and let him do what he wanted to her.  He trailed soft, slow, 
wet kisses down her chest, pausing at each breast to tenderly 
kiss the nipples, then continued down to her abdomen, where 
he dipped his tongue into her navel before moving to her 
hipbones, tracing the line of them with his tongue.  "Right here," 
he said softly, pressing baby kisses to the area directly above 
the soft auburn curls between her legs.  "I love it right here.  
So smooth..."

She watched as he caressed her stomach, her abdomen, and 
then slipped one hand between her legs to stroke her there.   
She squirmed beneath him, wanting more, knowing he was 
going to take his sweet time giving it to her, and there was 
nothing she could do about it.

As if reading her mind, he lifted his head to look at her.  "You 
want more, Dana?  Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head and bent her knees so that she could 
squeeze him with her legs, urging him to continue.  He 
flashed her a mischievous smile and lowered his head again, 
kissing her pelvic area, until he finally slid further down on 
the bed so that he could kiss her between her thighs.  A low, 
harsh breath escaped from her as he began licking her there, 
probing with his tongue, sucking gently, reaching underneath 
her to clutch her buttocks and press her closer to him.  She 
found herself straining at the silk bonds holding her wrists, 
but Mulder must have been a Boy Scout, because the knots 
were super tight.  Besides, she wasn't really sure she wanted 
to get free.  He closed his mouth on her hardened nub and 
sucked strongly, running his tongue over it, drinking her in.  
She was gasping now, gasping and moaning lowly, squeezing 
his head with her thighs, wishing she could grasp his hair in 
her hands to push him ever closer.

She tried to put off her orgasm as long as possible, tried 
every mental trick she could think of to allow the unbelievable 
ecstasy of Mulder making love to her with his mouth to continue, 
but finally she couldn't hold out any longer, and she screamed 
to a God she barely believed in anymore as the convulsions 
took over.

She kept twitching, even after Mulder stopped and propped 
himself up so he could kiss her on the lips, slowly, sensually.  
She opened her mouth to him eagerly, tasting herself on his 
tongue, putting all of her desire into it.  "Untie me," she 
whispered when their lips parted.

He shook his head.  "Not yet."  He placed a finger to her lips 
as she opened her mouth to protest.  "Admit it, Scully," he 
said softly.  "Admit that you like this, that you don't want me 
to untie you."

She averted her eyes, embarrassed.  "Don't," she bit out.  He 
placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose before lifting himself 
off the bed and beginning to undress, slowly, purposefully, 
watching her watch him.  She looked him over boldly, drinking 
in the lean, muscled lines of his body, trying to maintain some 
sense of control, wanting him to know she still had some 
measure of power over him.

When all of his clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, 
he mounted her again and entered her in one swift movement.  
Scully braced her feet behind his back, willing him to go 
deeper as he began to thrust inside of her.  His fingers tangled 
themselves in her hair and he covered her mouth with his, 
swallowing her soft cries of pleasure.  When the kiss ended 
he moaned her name and began to move faster within her.

Scully couldn't take it anymore.  "Mulder, untie me...I mean it
...ahh...this time...want to, to touch you...please," she gasped.

He searched her eyes to be sure she meant it, then withdrew 
from her gently, smiling at her soft curse at the feeling of loss.  
Rolling her over just a little bit, so that she was lying on her side, 
he worked at the knots until her hands were free and he was 
able to throw the belt on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

"That better?" he whispered, only to let out a yelp as Scully 
whirled over with astonishing speed and pinned him on his 
back.  Before he could even react, she straddled him and 
guided him up into her, then began rocking wildly, almost 
punishingly.  "Dana...Jesus," he breathed, trying to get back 
into the swing of things.  It was not easy to keep up with her; 
he had never seen her so frenzied, so possessed.  He gripped 
her hips and just went along for the ride.

Dana, for her part, was punctuating each undulation of her 
body with a mental shout:  Take that!  And that!  And that!  Tying...
me...up...some...nerve...pay...you...back...how... do...you...like...
it...now...you...bastard!  Unfortunately, she arrived at the last 
word at the same time a shattering orgasm engulfed her, and she 
screamed the word aloud, causing Mulder to wilt just a little 
inside of her.  His response, as she covered her mouth, pretending 
she was sorry,was to flip her over that so that he was on top again, 
and he finished himself off in record time as she clutched his behind 
and moaned his name, chuckling lightly as she did so.

"Wow," she said, when he had withdrawn and rolled over 
beside her.  "That was uh, pretty good, Mulder."

"I thought so," he said smugly.  He gathered her into his 
arms and held her close, kissing her forehead tenderly.  
"You're not too mad at me, are you?"

"Nah," she said after a moment's thought.  "I'm more 
pissed that you interrupted our Scrabble game.  I suppose 
you were afraid of losing."

He laughed.  "More like I was afraid of winning, and 
putting you out of the mood for the rest of the afternoon."

She pulled away from him slightly.  "Excuse me?  Am 
I that sore of a loser?"

"Scully, no offense, but I think you kind of just proved 
that theory."

"Fine.  Whatever."  She pinched his nipple in retaliation 
and was rewarded with a hiss of pain.  "I expect a rematch."

"Scully, I'm only human.  Give me a few minutes, will ya?" 
he complained.  It was flattering that she thought he was 
Superman, but still....

"Not that, Mulder.  I'm talking about Scrabble."

"Oh.  I knew that."  He nuzzled the top of her head 
thoughtfully.  "Scully,  I want you to know that I'm glad 
you didn't freak out when I tied you up like that.  Some 
people have a real problem with having to put so much 
trust in another person.  I'm flattered that you were willing 
to let me take you there."

"You know I trust you, Mulder," she yawned into his chest.  
"I trust you more than anyone.  But next time, could you at 
least please give me some warning?"

He looked at her in surprise.  "Does that mean there'll 
be a next time?" he said hopefully.

"Hey, I'm an open-minded kind of woman.  Just be 
aware that I *will* get you back for springing it on me, 
Mulder.  When you least expect it, the shoe will suddenly 
be on the other foot."

"I can't wait," he said truthfully, feeling himself start to 
stir again.  He picked up the wineglass from the end table 
and took a swallow of wine.  "Do you think we'll ever finish 
this bottle of Chardonnay?" he asked playfully.

She took the glass from him, swigged the rest of the 
contents, and set it aside before pouncing on him.  
"Not if I have anything to say about it."


The End.