TITLE:   COME AND GET IT
AUTHOR:  JACQUIE LAVA
RATING:  NC-17
CATEGORY:  MSR
CLASSIFICATION:  VIGNETTE
KEYWORDS:  Soothe-fic
Spoilers: No way
Disclaimers: Clones on Loan
Summary: 'If you want it, here it is...'

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I'm ravenous for her. Starved. I've never in my life been this
hungry.

And she doesn't have a clue.

Look at her, sitting there. My God... she takes my breath away,
every time I glance in her direction. And considering how many times
a day I glance, I guess you can mostly assume I'm breathless all the
time. It's a wonder she doesn't think I have asthma...

Her mouth. I want her mouth.

It's lushly curved, rosebud red, shiny with gloss, full lower and
pouty upper. Once in a while it takes on a Mona Lisa-like cast, when
in her perusal of whatever she is reading, she sees something that
amuses her.

I have been in lust with her mouth from Day One - and every day I
want it more. I imagine it doing all sorts of things, on my
person... several different places on my person, in fact.

On my own mouth, it would press hotly...

Her tongue. Obviously if I want her mouth I double-want her tongue.
It's pink and plump and just about perfect, I think - and I bet it
would feel like velvet, against all the sensitized places on my body
brought to shuddering life by her mouth...

I have spent hours fantasizing about how that one-two punch of rosy
lips and pink tongue could set my world afire - I have a great
imagination. Very fertile. Very visual - and she supplies the best
of the best, in visuals.

I want her. My partner. I want her harder and more desperately
than I have ever wanted anything in my life...

Her body. Oh, I could go on and on - and I think I will.

She's petite. Slender yet lushly curved. Tiny waist, rounded hips,
curvaceous as all-get-out. Fully clothed, she invades my dreams like
nothing else. And if she ever walked toward me, naked... I'd
probably come in my shorts before I could even get a hand on her.

Have I mentioned her breasts, yet? Well, she has two of them. And
they're also perfect. High and sweet and tipped in pink - I saw
them, once. I have never forgotten - and I WILL see them again, not
only in my dreams. For I dream, every night - about her. Always
about her, and what it'll feel like when at last I make her mine -

I dream about her arms coiling around me. Her legs wrapping about
me while her thighs fall open and her wetness stains the front of the
goddamn boxers I forget to remove. Yes, even my fantasies can be
fucked up... what else could you expect from Spooky Mulder? But in
this fantasy she may smile at my forgetfulness but she's eager enough
for me, to remove the boxers and throw them over her shoulder.

Remove them with her teeth.

Hey, it's MY fantasy...

I picture the hot glaze of her eyes, the fierce grasping of her
fingers, digging into my back, my hips - her sweetly panting breath
against my cheek and the sheer glory of being inside this woman. How
she will taste, smell, feel... how she'll move beneath me, moan, cry
out... how she'll come. Many times I sit and imagine just how she'll
come...

Maybe it'll be one low and rough thread of sound, less than a word
and more than a gasp. Maybe it'll vibrate on my neck, pierce my ear,
soak me to the bone, as she convulses, shivers, pulses around me -
tighter than a fist. Those blue eyes will darken to navy, that
perfect breast will heave against me, nipples pink and hard, boring
into me... love, swirling over me, through me.

Love. It's what I want, from her. I want the body and the wet
kiss, the tongue and the shudder and the moan in my ear, the fist-
like tightening of her as she comes... of course I want that. But I
want her love, even more desperately. I always have.

In my fantasy she loves me and that makes the coupling top-notch, it
assures that for as long as my eyes are closed, the film clips I run
through my mind will give me what I most desire. But they're only
clips - they're not real.

Yet.

She does love me. I know this. As I love her... and she knows I
do. But I fell in love a very long time ago, and that's a world away
from just love. Once I fell I knew... what I wanted with her. Needed
to share with her. I want it all; I'm a greedy man.

She hasn't got a clue... yet. She sits and reads and I close my
eyes and imagine her in my arms, pressed into my heart, melting over
me, moaning with me... loving me, forever.

It's going to happen. I won't survive in this world, if it doesn't.
It's meant to happen, destined. No one else could live with either
of us; they'd want to kill us after just a week. We're exactly right
for each other. I have a penis with her name etched on it... she has
a place for me to store it, keep it warm and wanted and cherished,
for the rest of my life.

I have a heart aching with love, for her - and all she needs to do
is look up, and reach out, and tell me. What she wants. What she
needs...

"Mulder?" Her soft low voice breaks into my endless cataloguing of
wants, needs and desires. I manage to bury all of it and attempt to
act as if I've just been wool-gathering.

"Hmmm?"

And she's not fooled, not for a minute. I can see it in those
glorious blue eyes, now crinkling with amusement. She parts her rosy
lips, and admonishes,
"You think too hard and too much, you know. Don't you remember that
old song? 'If you want it, here it is... Come and get it'..."

Did she just say... what it sounds like she just said? I stare at
her with what I'm sure has to be two of the biggest bug-eyes in the
world - and her smile is inviting. Her own eyes now glow with more
than just amusement... they just plain glow. For me. God, please
don't let me start drooling, before I can drop to my knees in front
of her and tell her how much I adore her...

I find a way to hold on to what tiny scraps of cool I have left, as
I whisper brokenly, "Oh, Scully... I want it..."

Her smile widens, breaks over me, brighter than the sun - and her
arms open, pointed in my direction. And her words are compelling and
simply put - and everything I could ever want or need to hear.

"Then come - and get it."


End