Bed & Breakfast 3: Heightened Senses By Jacquie LaVa Category: MSR, Mulder POV Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: nah Disclaimers: These are mine. Let CC keep the originals, my clones are having more fun anyway This is a continuation of David Stoddard-Hunt's delightful and erotic "Bed and Breakfast", and Tess's equally-incredible sequel "B & B 2: Mulder's Turn". They asked me to carry on, LOL! How could I refuse my Tessie and David as well? I just couldn't! Author Notes and thanks: at the end of the story It would probably help to understand this story if you have already read David's and Tess's excellent Bed and Breakfast fics! Summary: Love infiltrates all the senses, like a flood - until there is nothing but the sense of it, of love - as Mulder and Scully have discovered during their very special vacation... B & B 3: Heightened Senses I have decided I like it here. I don't think I ever want to leave. Of course I know we can't stay here forever - we have too many obligations and commitments to indefinitely extend a vacation - but it sure would be great if we could. I love everything about this place... mostly because Scully is here with me. Being with the woman I adore makes every moment special in my life. When I was younger I used to snicker at the couples walking hand in hand out in public - the young ones so passionately in love that they would stop in the dead center of a city sidewalk and kiss like mad; the older ones who had already begun to look a bit alike, walking along and swinging hands like teenagers. I thought I was above swapping spit in public and definitely above the middle-aged sap romance thing. Now I AM middle-aged, and not feeling it at all - and I have a beautiful woman walking by my side that loves me without question or pause, and whose small hand fits as snugly in mine as our bodies fit together just a few short hours ago. We are out in public in the middle of yet another day in Paradise, and plenty of onlookers have to see the way I stop and pull my woman toward me; how I scoop her up in my arms and cover her smiling mouth with mine - how the kiss we share is made up of eager mouths and roving tongues and plenty of frenchie... Maybe a few of the younger onlookers snicker but I'd bet the older ones are smiling with indulgence upon us. I stopped breathing the moment my lips touched hers but who the hell needs to breathe when the woman of your dreams is feeding you all the oxygen you'll ever need in a kiss that just about buckles the knees? Her body in my arms, Jesus - nothing ever felt so good. Her hands running over my back, unashamedly caressing me through the thin cotton of my shirt... a few days ago we wouldn't even hold hands in a restaurant because we didn't feel the need to flaunt our relationship. Now I am starving for a taste of Scully and she is nourishing me on a very open and busy street... and life is damned good. "Mulder, God... what was that for?" She has to ask, this woman who has just kissed the legs off me. I smile against her cheek and then pull away a little, to look down into glittering blue eyes gone dark with need. The urge to laugh out loud - something I never seemed to require doing when I was younger - overwhelms me and I do just that. I laugh out loud as I lift her up against my chest and swing her around in a circle, there in the hot sunshine. I let her drop to her feet and I keep my arms around her waist, bent over her soft body in an arc of tenderness - and I gaze down into those blue, blue eyes a moment, before I answer. "I feel great. Better than great - I feel wonderful, Scully. We have three days of vacation left and I'm wearing these silly Bermuda shorts you insisted I buy for myself, standing in the middle of a goddamn street surrounded by people who no doubt think I've lost my mind... and I'm in love." I kiss the end of her little sunburned nose and watch her smile soften and widen. She squeezes me around the shoulders, as far as she can reach without climbing up into my arms, and her murmur of a reply is lost in my mouth as she presses her lips into mine. "I'm in love, too, Mulder - and I think he's a very lucky guy... almost as lucky as me." ***************** Funny how love can heighten every one of the senses into a sharp little focal point. Everything is better; food tastes wonderful and the eyes see so much more than they did pre-love status... skin feels silkier, and smells - Well, everything smells so much better. Never having cared overmuch about the fragrances surrounding me, I now find myself burying my nose in Scully's hair, or her neck - inhaling the delicious perfume of my lover. Scully isn't much of a scent-wearer, and truly she doesn't need to be. Her natural essence is this amazing mix of spice and flower and pheromones. It's a bit of shampoo and a little soap, a touch of body lotion and a whole lot of Scully. We sit on a bench overlooking the bay, replete from a tasty lunch of amberjack and sourdough bread, and I press my nose into her hair and soak her in. My arm tightens around her shoulders as she leans into me. My murmur rumbles through the cool soft strands of red. "Mmmm... you smell so good. I could sit here and sniff you forever." A giggle against my face when I snuggle my cheek into her neck; Scully giggles sometimes and when she does, I just adore it. "Mulder, sooner or later we'd have to get up and move around." I grin against her shoulder and kiss her there. "Why? What for? Well, besides the obvious, I suppose..." I take a nibble or two of the tiny freckles clinging to her upper arm. Scully sighs and bumps my mouth gently with her shrug. "Well, eventually one of us would have to use the bathroom -" This time my sigh is long-suffering as I contemplate having to let go of her long enough for her to tinkle. "Okay, I'll give you that. Yes, one of us would eventually have to pee. But after you flush I'd just be sniffing you again..." Her little snort of laughter is almost lost in the huge sniff I take against the arch of her neck. I must be tickling her because she's trying to dislodge my nose... "Mulder! I mean one of us would have to take a shower. But yes, there is the throne issue... as in one of us would have to use it. Eventually." I turn her to face me and take in her flushed cheeks and brilliant eyes and I know I am looking at a woman in love. That's the truly amazing part. Scully loves me. I waited a hell of a long time for a woman to love me, and thank God it was the right one. Well worth the wait, and I decide then and there to celebrate the rightness of it in the very best way. I cuddle her in my arms on the hard bench and it only takes a minute or two for me to come up with a great plan - "Scully, let's go sailing." An hour later we are skimming the calm waters of the bay in a rented sailboat. This is a nice one - a Bayliner with definite attitude. It's new and handles like a dream. We take it out into open waters, enjoying the feel of the sun beating down and the breeze on our faces. I keep one hand on the tiller and soak in the absolutely delightful vision of Scully relaxing on the bow; hands propped behind her and face lifted to the sun. With her hair blowing back from her face and in her simple shorts and tank top she is heart-stoppingly gorgeous. This is a Scully I love to see, one that is too-often buried under a stiff formal suit. This Scully hums underneath her breath as we fly along the water; this Scully makes my heart pound itself into a frenzy. I can just catch the tune she hums and my memory supplies the words: "I'm sailing away... set an open course for the virgin sea - I've got to be free... free to face the life that's ahead of me..." Her voice is off-key and endearing and I know before this day is through I'll have kissed the lyrics right out of her throat... I'm so looking forward to it. I keep my eyes peeled for a private place as we skim along; it's a great day for sailing and there are plenty of boats everywhere. I allow the sailboat to take us further out along the bay, away from the watery traffic. I want a very special spot, where we can drop anchor and float aimlessly under the hot summer sun. Where we can indulge in a few watery sports of our own... without even getting wet. At last I see it, right up ahead; a natural curve in the shoreline where the bay narrows into a cove. Deserted, by the looks of it - hard to believe since it truly is lovely in here. Serene waters and very calm air; even a bit of dappled shadow here and there from overhanging trees. Very nice... I let the little boat drift closer to shore and drop anchor, feeling it touch securely. As the boat steadies, Scully opens her sleepy eyes and gazes at me questioningly. "Mulder, where are we?" I grin as I sidle carefully over to her, satisfied when my movements only rock the boat a tiny bit. I pull her into my arms and lean over her, my hungry eyes almost eating her alive as I whisper to her. "Where are we? We're in Paradise, baby..." Her responding smile is delighted. "You called me 'baby'... I like it. And I think I'm gonna like Paradise, too..." I kiss my answer into her open mouth. "I guarantee you will, baby." ****************** The sun beats down on my bare back, and I know I'll be paying for it later on tonight - but I don't care about the sunburn I'll have to look forward to. Seagulls caw in the distance and the boat rocks gently, whether from the waves or our movements, I can't really tell - nor do I worry about it. Assaulting my senses from ten different directions are sounds and sights and smells... but the best source of them all is reclining on thick fluffy towels on the small deck of our boat, and her eyes are burning me worse than the sun on my skin. Scully... Someone once told me that blue eyes were cold; I think it was a woman in my past, going on about how brown eyes were warm and hazel eyes were fascinating - but blue eyes were just so cold. Obviously this woman never had blue eyes scorch into her very soul, as Scully's are now doing to mine. Those beautifully blue orbs tell me everything her lips are sometimes too shy to reveal; eyes truly are mirrors and Scully eyes can say more with just one heavy-lidded stare than a thousand words could scream into my ear. I am drowning already and I have only just begun to swim in her overheated waters... My hands can't stop wandering, over every inch of her sun-warmed skin. I am trying my best to shield her delicate complexion from those bright rays by leaning over her nude body as I caress and kiss the woman in my arms. Little broken sighs reach my ears; not really words but I know what each one means. There, a press of my fingers on her pink nipple; she likes it. Here, a kiss between her breasts; her beating heart quickens under my lips. Lower, a glide of my fingers between her slender thighs and a delving into the very essence of her... and her gasp echoes around the still and quiet cove. At that moment a hundred boats full of loud tourists could come splashing by and I wouldn't even bother to raise my head to frown at them. Every ounce of my concentration is centered around making Scully gasp like that, again. I plan on being very successful... I press myself down along soft, sweet skin and align my hips precisely to hers. The touch of her silky curls against my already- aching flesh is pure torture and I want to sink into her; need it so badly... but I have more important priorities, first. I let my body melt over her; let my back take the brunt of the sun as I lay with Scully, forehead pressed to forehead and even our breathing synchronized. Heartbeats keeping time, together; attuned to each other in a way similar to our seven-year dance of partnership, yet so much more. I link our fingers together, palm against palm on either side of her tangled hair; in the sunlight her eyes are unwavering as they stare into mine. I lean down into her face and lick a delicate path along her jaw, tasting the salt of her sweat. So delicious... I want more. I run my tongue over each cheek, lapping up the dampness I find there, passing over her eyelashes and feeling each flutter under my lips. My hips begin a gentle push, into hers; gentle because my body craves a thousand times more contact than I am allowing and I want to tease myself, stretch out the anticipation - knowing when I finally give in and take it all the pleasure we share will be that much more intense. It's a hot tropical day and we are all alone in a secluded cove, rocking aimlessly on blue waters the exact shade of my lover's eyes... and I refuse to rush a single, magical moment. I let my hips mimic the rocking of the boat as we drift languidly in the cove. Touching moist, eager skin, not quite penetrating - just a tease that makes Scully sigh against my mouth when I take her lips in equally languid bites. All the time we need, to make it happen - no urgency at all, no cell phones or nagging AD or anything but us, here in this place. Perfect... I feel her legs twine around me as we kiss; feel the heat and smell the salty sea brine... all my senses on alert, but most of all the sense of smell by far the strongest. It surrounds me, saturates into me as our tongues curl around each other's and our fingers clasp tightly. I feel along her body without benefit of touch other than the push of my hips and the slide of my rougher thighs on her silky skin, the press of my chest down on her lovely breasts - but it's all we need to build the power between us. The wafting scent of sea life and the tang of her saliva as I take more and more of her mouth with my kiss... I taste what I smell and it's the best aphrodisiac in the world because it's a most intoxicating blend of nature and Scully. Over the pounding of my heart I hear her ragged sighs which form themselves into words that work their way into my consciousness. "Mulder, please - I can't wait any longer..." Scully is impatient in her demand for the thrust of my body and there is nothing in this world that gives me more of a rush than that; to know that she is dying for me in the same fashion as I ache for her. I have a choice to make and it's a no-brainer on my part; do I give in to the demands of my lover and assuage her needs, or do I tease her some more, make her wait? I choose the tease... my hips circle hers, just along the perimeter of her wet juncture; I slip my hands under her shoulder blades and pull her up for another deep kiss, while I continue our below-the- waist dance. Circle, prod, just a little, gently, softly... although there is nothing soft about the swollen length of me that is giving me hell for not burying it head-first into ScullyNirvana... Her hips suddenly jab up into mine, at the same time as her legs clamp around me and yank me down - and I am lost and undone, the dance is stymied in place. I groan into her mouth and feel her answering gasp vibrate against my tongue as she pulls me inside; as I sink into hot, deep waters sweeter and tangier than any we float upon. The power between us is strong and swift and hard; we have been skirting around it for quite a while and have allowed it to overheat almost to the point of pain - my fault, of course. But oh, I love the slow teasing burn of it... now our thrusts are hard and vital, only slight traces of gentleness left behind - and the boat rocks from side to side. If I drowned in this instant I would count myself a lucky man, for this is the way I would want to leave this world. Buried deep within my lover, my woman - her arms and legs fiercely clinging bands of velvet strength around me and her mouth fastened to mine as I rake my hands through her damp red hair and pound my waves against her tender surf. The skin of my back is burning and my knees scrape against the towel beneath us; Scully is biting my tongue until I can taste blood - and it's the roughest we have ever been with each other... and I love it. I have never felt so alive, in my life - I have never felt so adored. Moments later our mutual orgasms take us so far over the edge that we almost flip out of the boat and into the water; it has rocked that hard from side to side. A wild ride - and even as I am shouting my release into her mouth and she is tightening all around me in the throes of her own passion, I am laughing, God - laughing. I highly recommend it, the combination of laughing and climaxing. There has to be a special word for it but trust me, it's the best. And in between the laughter and the groaning bursts of that climax, I am rasping out words of adoration and Scully is echoing each rasp with reciprocal moans... Jesus, I love sailing with my woman. Every muscle in my body aches and my back is killing me but I feel so fucking good. I let myself soak down into Scully as we both struggle to fill our lungs with much-needed oxygen - and I gaze down into her flushed face and revel in the love I see in those blue, blue eyes of hers. And of course, man that I am, I just have to ask her... "So, Scully... was it good for you?" She snickers sleepily into my mouth as I kiss the words from her throat. "Mulder... mere words cannot express the feeling. Now tell me how bad your poor back really is." Ever the caregiver, my Scully... She runs a careful finger over my fried skin and I try not to wince. "I'll live, baby - but I may need extra heaping helpings of TLC, later on tonight... plus some inventive ways to perform post-sailing nookie..." A snort of pure feminine disgust against my neck. "Jesus, Mulder... is that all you ever think about?" I throw her an affronted glance. "Well... yes." She nods and kisses my neck, then nibbles on my ear, before her reply makes my already aching muscles tighten all over. "Me too... baby." end The song is "Come Sail Away", by the one and only Styx! Dedicated to the wonderful Listmates and friends I have found on IWTB! We just celebrated a year of wonderful lunacy on list, and what a year it has been! Simply the best -