Title: Finer Things Author: SueBee E-mail: SueBeePhile@aol.com Summary: Life is too short not to enjoy the finer things.... Classification: MSR, RST, Post-EP Rating: NC-17 for consensual sexual situations Spoilers: Post episode spoilers for "all things" and a minor spoiler for "Small Potatoes." Blink and you'll miss it. Archive: Yes to Spooky's, Gossamer, and anyone else who wants it. If possible, drop me a line and let me know where it is going. Feedback: I love it! Disclaimer: Chris Carter would never let them do this so I took matters into my own hands. They aren't mine. Don't sue. Author's notes at the end. **************************************************************** One of the greater known facts of life is that sex makes men extremely tired. On the other hand, One of the lesser known ones is that it makes women unbelievably hungry. Mulder was asleep and Scully needed some food. She slipped out from the warmth of Mulder's grasp and made her way through the maze of clothes and furniture to the kitchen. While praying for some sustenance circa this century, Scully opened the refrigerator door. To her chagrin, there was nothing but a bag of seeds and a suspicious looking bowl of ravioli. Even as her stomach grumbled, she decided not to chance food poisoning. Padding back to the bedroom, Scully sat on the bed and considered her options. Mother Hubbard had more food than Mulder and it was too late to have anything delivered. She dreaded leaving, but her hunger pangs would keep her awake anyway. She leaned over Mulder and ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair. His eyes opened and a sleepy smile slipped over his face. "Hey, Scully." His voice was raspy from sleep but his eyes sparkled with a new found contentment. As adorable as he looked, it still did nothing to quiet Scully's stomach. "Mulder, I'm hungry. You have no food." Yawning, he replied, "No, I wasn't expecting company. I'll take you out to breakfast first thing in the morning." He rolled onto his back and snuggled his head deeper into the pillow. Sighing, he mumbled, "My treat..." With that, his breaths deepened and he was fast asleep again. "But, Mulder, I'm hungry now. Mulder?" She half rolled her eyes and resigned herself to a treasure hunt for her clothes. She found her soft green top under the bed and her black skirt next to the TV. Her bra was on the other side of the bed. With a little detective work, Scully found her panties stuffed under the covers at the end of the bed. A triumphant smile graced her lips as she finally found her panty hose. The feeling was short lived when she remembered that Mulder ripped them in his haste to get her undressed. Scully threw them in the bathroom trash can. (Sacrifice for the cause) While getting cleaned up and dressed, Scully took a long look at herself in the mirror. She thought she would look dramatically different after she and Mulder had made love. While trying to smooth her hair, she noticed a more subtle change. Her mother called it a glow. She didn't know what to think about the shift, but she knew she liked it. After doing her best to look presentable, she went back into the bedroom and donned her jacket, which had mysteriously remained at the end of the bed. Scully looked at Mulder and was amazed at how he could sleep through anything. It occurred to her that after everything they shared last night, she forgot to tell him that she loved him. Deciding that it would be best not to disturb him, she slipped out of the apartment as soundlessly as possible. The combination of a week's worth of stress and last night's lovemaking left her ravenous. This definitely wasn't a bagel kind of morning. Scully wanted something more indulgent. Thankfully, She knew of a bakery three blocks from Mulder's apartment that opened early for breakfast. As she pulled up to the shop, the overwhelming aroma of fresh baked pastries lured her inside. After letting go of ten years worth of guilt and giving in to seven years of sexual tension, Scully decided that life was too short not to eat good food. Keeping that in mind, she bought a half dozen warm cinnamon rolls, a few cream sticks, and some scrumptious looking jelly donuts. She rounded out her decadent box of treats with two piping hot cups of French vanilla cappuccino. As she put the pastries in the car and drove back to Mulder, the gray light of dawn was beginning to erase the twinkling starlight. A serenity that eased itself around her yesterday suffused through her body as she thought of returning home to Mulder. She knew she belonged there. She knew she belonged with him. "I was on the right path all along." She tried to slip back into the apartment as silently as possible, but her every move sounded amplified in the hushed morning air. Balancing a box of pastries and a tray of coffee, Scully toed off her shoes and set her goodies on the table. Removing her jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, she picked up their breakfast and headed toward the bedroom. She smiled as she realized her attempts at being quiet were for nothing. Mulder was still asleep, in the same position she left him in. Placing the food on the night stand, Scully quickly undressed and slid under the covers. She snuggled up to Mulder and started running soft kisses down his jaw line. "Mulder, I'm home. I brought breakfast. Wake up." Mulder breathed in deeply and opened his eyes. "Coffee? Are those donuts I smell?" Mulder raised up on one elbow and eyed Scully carefully. "Who are you and what have you done with Scully?" Scully smirked at the question as she handed Mulder his cappuccino. Raising the pastry box lid, Scully grabbed a cinnamon roll and began eating quickly. "No, really, who are you and what have you done with Scully?" She laughed, "Mulder, it's me!" "Since when did you start eating anything over ten calories?" She leaned over and placed a sticky sweet kiss on his lips as she explained. "I've been giving this some thought. I think it is about time we enjoy the finer things. You know, live a little." Her last words were punctuated with another brush of her frosting laced mouth. "Come on, Mulder, aren't you hungry?" She ran her tongue along her mouth and went for another bite. Mulder nodded mutely as he watched the cinnamon roll disappear behind her lips. As she began licking her fingers, all he could do was stare. "Uh, yeah, I'm hungry." Scully leaned back toward the box of sweet rolls. The buttery hues of the sunrise filtered through the bedroom window and shone warmly on her bare skin. He openly gazed at her as the golden glow of morning made her look almost ethereal. As tempting as the pastries smelled, food was the last thing on his mind. "Good, because I got your favorite." Scully made her selection and handed a jelly donut to Mulder. He absently accepted it as he pulled his admiring eyes back up to her face. She smiled at his appraisal and continued eating. When he made no attempt at consuming his treat, Scully cleared her throat. "Mulder, breakfast." He looked down at the donut in one hand and the coffee in the other. He nodded and took a sip of the hot liquid and a bite of his pastry. Strawberry jelly dripped on his chin and landed in a dollop on his chest. He grinned at the mess he made and attempted to wipe himself off. Scully stilled his hand. "Mulder, wait. Let me help." He handed her the napkin which she determinedly placed next to the coffee cup. As she inched herself forward, she swiped the sweetness off of his chin with her tongue. At his intake of breath, she replied, "I'm still hungry." Mulder's eyes sank closed as she laved her tongue down his neck and began smoothing it over the jelly on the sleepy warm flesh of his chest. Licking her lips, she raised her eyes to him. "You taste so good, Mulder. I think I'll have some more." Pushing him back on the pillow, she took the donut out of his hand and rubbed the strawberry filling in a long path down his flat stomach. Scully swirled her tongue down and around the decadent trail, savoring the taste of his syrupy sweet skin. Mulder groaned as the wet heat of her mouth continued to tantalize him, moving further and further down his body until he felt his nerve endings hum from the pleasure of it. Scully heard his breath quicken and felt him harden underneath her. She refused to relent. She licked and sucked every sweet drop of jelly off of his body. As she reached the end of the line, she traced her fingers along the wet path and whispered, "There. All clean." Mulder opened his eyes and cleared his throat. "You sure? You never know..." She smiled teasingly as she took a bite of his donut and watched another bit of strawberry filling land on his taut flesh. "Well, well, well. You're right, Mulder. I'll have to take care of this." Mulder rested on his elbows as he watched Scully dip her head and run her tongue slowly up his length like a kitten savoring a bowl of cream. She continued her onslaught by pulling him into her mouth. A moan resonated from Mulder as Scully began to slide her tongue along him as she hummed her delight. Her back arched as she began pulling up on him and moving down, easing more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Up he gasped and down he moaned. The sounds of his pleasure and the sweet taste of his heat in her mouth made Scully's heart thud in a deep erotic tempo. With each pull and tug of her mouth, her breasts rubbed along the rough hair of his thighs. The friction was heavenly and Scully couldn't, wouldn't, stop. She needed to taste him, touch him, feel him inside of her. Scully could feel him pulse beneath her lips and tongue and her arousal notched up another level. Mulder was breathless, "Scully, Scully, you have to stop. Please, not yet." She slipped him out of her mouth and caressed him with her fingers. "Please stop or not yet? Which one?" She smiled wickedly as she began to descend on him again. "Scully, wait!" As she raised an eyebrow questioningly, he explained, "Maybe I'm hungry too." Scully crawled up his body, gently rubbing herself along firm flesh. She made a move to kiss him as she reached out and grabbed a cream stick. As Mulder's head tilted for a kiss, Scully placed the pastry between them. "I thought you said you were hungry." Accepting the donut, Mulder took a bite and started chewing. "I am..." At Scully's surprised look that he actually wanted to stop in the middle for food, Mulder flipped her on to her back and sealed his mouth to hers. The sweet cream was still on his tongue as he slid and swirled it into the velvety depths of her mouth. He was hot and hard against her and Scully was finding it difficult to think of anything but wanting to feel him deep inside of her. He ran warm, wet kisses from her ear to her collar bone as he whispered in a sultry voice, "I'm hungry, Scully. I'm hungry for my turn." Scully could feel the tingly heat spread in her belly as his mouth adored her. Their legs tangled together as she did everything she could to pull him closer, to feel his skin slide against hers. She was slipping just short of ecstasy when Mulder propped himself up on one arm and grabbed the other half of the cream stick. "Turn about is fair play, Scully. You're right, let's live a little." He smiled sinfully as he glossed the cream over Scully's lips. She darted her tongue out to taste the delicious confection as he descended his mouth on hers. Their mouths sealed together and shared the rich flavor with their tongues. Mulder nipped at her chin and Scully sucked the sweetness off of his lower lip. Scully rocked him in the cradle of her hips as she tried to urge him inside. With noticeable restraint, Mulder eased himself on his side and began to trace creamy patterns around Scully's breasts. His tongue danced around her skin as he lapped the sweetness from her. She did her best to urge him on but Mulder slowed his pace. "God, you taste wonderful, Scully." He pulled her hardened nipple into his mouth and suckled hungrily. The electricity of her arousal pulsed through her body with each pull of his lips. "Mulder, please...please..." she gasped. Her neck arched in surrender as he moved to the other breast. His hand slid between them and down her trembling stomach. His fingers found her center and startled circling in a maddening caress. Scully bowed against him searching for release. She was panting in need and he was moaning in delight as his hands and mouth adored her body. Round and round his fingers slid as she whimpered at the tightening pull in her belly. "More, more, more," she gasped as his fingers slid into her. He thrust in and pulled back at an enticing pace. "Please, I need you!" Scully pleaded as she tilted her hips upward. Their breathing was ragged and Mulder was straining for control. Unable to hold off any longer, he plunged into her. As she was sheathed around him, the room quieted and they looked at each other in an awe filled haze. Scully's eyes glistened as she felt the mating of their bodies. Mulder stared down at her with unabashed love. "Mulder, you need to know," Scully whispered, "I love you." He grinned foolishly and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled back and thrust forward. At her gasp, he whispered in her ear, "I love you too. But, I have a feeling you already knew that." All she could do was nod her agreement as he rocked against her. His movements were slow and deliberate as he held her gaze. "I've waited so long to make you mine, Scully." He thrust harder and deeper as he added, "I want to be the one who loves you. I want to be the one who makes you come." His eyes glittered as he stroked her swollen center. Her eyes slipped shut as she felt waves of pleasure course through her. "Open your eyes, Scully. See me." She forced herself to hold his gaze as his words aroused her beyond anything she had ever felt. "Say my name." His fingers slipped around her and urged her on. "Mulder!" "Say it." "Mulder! Oh, God, Mulder!" She was rocking against him and pulling him to her with her hands. Her thighs were trembling as she strained for more. "More, Mulder, harder!" He lost all restraint as he drove into her over and over. She ground against him with every thrust. He was near the edge and needed her with him. "Scully, Scully, Scully, come with me. Come for me." His breath was ragged in her ear as she felt the electric pulse of her orgasm crash down on her. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her as her body pulled him further in. After a final, trembling stroke, Mulder succumbed to his own orgasm and his body stilled on top of her. He smiled and she smiled as they ran shaky hands over exhausted limbs. Soft, sweet kisses followed as they tried to slow their pounding hearts and ease their shallow breathing. Mulder wrapped Scully in his arms and spooned in behind her. When their bodies had calmed and they were lying in the peaceful twilight that comes before a fitful rest, Mulder whispered, "I have a great idea for living a little and getting the finer things out of life." Half asleep, Scully mumbled, "Hmmm?" "Let's do breakfast in bed more often." Snuggling against him, she yawned, "Okay, but next time you're buying." The End Author's Note: Thanks to Melly and Jellybean for beta reading. Thanks to Kira for the idea. Is there a genre for pastryfic? :o) A very large thanks to all of the shippers at the Haven who keep giving me such wonderful encouragement.