TITLE: A Friendly Talk AUTHOR: Irena E-Mail: S1163553@gcstudent.ins.gu.edu.au RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully/Romance SPOILERS: None really. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a sequel to "A friendly hand." You will enjoy this story a lot more if you've read that one first. If you haven't read it, simply email me and I'd be happy to send it to you. ARCHIVIST: Archive anywhere you want to, as long my name, addy, disclaimer etc, remain attached. CONTENT WARNING: This is merely a bit of mind candy, used to momentarily divert my attention from the stress of final exams. It contains no X-file, simply descriptions of loving sexual acts between our two favourite characters. If you're underage, or if you can't stomach the thought of M&S in such a position, bailnow. . . you were warned. SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully learn a bit more about each other during a lunch break in a crowded restaurant DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me . They belong to the almighty creator Chris Carter, who never lets them have any fun. I'm using them without his permission, to show them how much fun they could really have in a restaurant if they were so inclined. Suing me would be an act of futility. I am simply a poor Australian University student, who's not making any money from this anyway. My only purpose is to entertain. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A FRIENDLY TALK (1/1) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Scully couldn't help sending brief glances at Mulder as they filled out the paperwork. Her thoughts kept returning to what had happened on the beach in Malibu. After they had pleasured each other senseless, they'd had little time alone with each other with which to explore their newfound relationship. She was afraid that after having time to analyse their actions, he would have come to the conclusion that it was all a mistake. Although she knew it would be difficult to keep their relationship a secret from the Bureau, she knew what they had would be worth it. There was always the risk that they would be found out however, and that the information could be used to shut down the X-Files. She could only hope and pray that this never happened. "Scully, is something bothering you?" Mulder finally felt compelled to ask. He had felt her constant stares, ever since she'd arrived this morning. "Uh, what would be bothering me?" She asked him nervously. "I don't know Scully. Maybe you're having second thoughts about us?" He asked hesitantly, afraid that she would confirm his suspicions. "God, no," she answered in surprise. "I was just thinking that you were." "Scully." He walked and enfolded her in his arms. "Why would I do that?" He asked her in wonder, breathing in the scent of her hair. "I think maybe we need to talk, but not here," he added quickly, thinking of hidden surveillance. "Why don't we take a lunch break?" He suggested. "That way we can have some privacy." "Sounds good to me," she quickly agreed with him, letting him lead her out of the office. X X X X X Mulder took her to a small, out of the way restaurant, where it would be unlikely that they would be recognised. Her mind was so full of thoughts concerning her and Mulder, that she was having trouble concentrating on anything else. As Mulder helped her into her seat, she noticed a curious gleam in his eye, unnerving her. The gleam stayed with Mulder throughout the entire lunch however, making her more and more nervous. As the waiter left after giving them their desserts, she found she couldn't stand not knowing any longer. "Mulder," she finally let out. "Is there something wrong that I don't know about?" She asked him. "Not exactly," he replied slowly, the gleam still evident in his gaze. "I just can't help thinking about a certain fantasy I've entertained for quite some time now." Scully was intrigued. She'd known all about Mulder's taste in videos and magazines, but being the focus of Mulder's desires was still new to her. "Well why don't you act it out?" She surprised herself by challenging him. He stared at her in contemplation, debating how to react. This was just as new to him as it was to her, and he didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize their new relationship. His libido however was not listening to his concious mind. He had thought only of his fantasy all through dinner, and thus had been unable to concentrate long enough to hold down a decent conversation. Her words now, were the final encouragement his libido needed. He hesitated only for a moment before ducking under the cover of the concealing table cloth and placing his hands just above her knees. "What are you doing?" She hissed loudly under her breath. "Exactly what you asked me to," he replied evasively. "I'm acting out my fantasy, so sit back and enjoy yourself." He then pushed her knees as far apart as they could go under the restriction of her tight skirt. His breath on her thighs was making her feel slightly faint, so she offered no resistance when she felt his fingers trail up to remove her panties. Pocketing the silky material, he bent his head to kiss her thighs, trailing kisses upwards to the place she most wanted them to be. His fingers played with her, teasing her, just brushing over her mound, yet not delving in. "Mulder please," she begged. "Please what?" He teased, his mouth gently kissing her most private place. "Do you want me to do this?" He asked as his tongue delved into her core, brushing aside the petals of her flower with his fingers. "Is this what you want?" "Yes! Don't stop." His tongue moved rhythmically in and out, while his finger played erotically with her nub. She could feel the eyes of the other diners on her, yet she was past caring. All she cared about now was the feel of Mulder's tongue inside her, moving in and out, over and over again, bringing her alive with his movements. "That's it," she herd him murmur as she began to reach her crescendo. "Almost there." As if on queue, his tongue moved faster and faster the closer she got, sucking out all the energy that was left inside her. She bit her knuckle so as to stop herself from screaming out, and with one final thrust of the tongue she was finished, feeling as if Mulder had sucked out her last remaining breath with his sensuously erotic mouth. "That was exquisite," she told him as he came up from under the table. She lent over to kiss his mouth in gratitude, tasting herself on his lips. "I never knew it could be this great. Thank you." "No thanks are necessary, I've always wanted to do that in a public place," he told her, his mouth coming down on hers again, his tongue slipping between her teeth. She opened her mouth to accommodate him, sucking her taste from his tongue. "Mmm," he moaned as her hand reached underneath the table to hold on to his manhood. He quickly lifted her hand off his bulge. "Do that again and I'll explode," he explained. "Then I'll just have to give you something to explode into now won't I?" She surprised him, following his example and ducking under the table. She quickly unbuttoned his jeans, whispering; "It's your turn now," as she took hold of his member and slowly brought her mouth down to close over it. She rolled her tongue around its tip, sucking it while her hands caressed its base. She began to move her mouth up and down his swollen flesh, taking him deeper and deeper inside. She felt his penis reach her throat, yet she continued with her movements. She sucked hard, moving her mouth up and down his swollen appendage, faster and faster, until he lost control. Scully sucked even harder now, savouring his taste, sucking him dry until there was nothing left for him to give. It was then that she zipped him up and came up to the table, licking her lips dry. "There, now we're even," she whispered softly. "Not by a long shot." He grabbed her roughly, kissing her hard. Taking her tongue inside his mouth, he savoured his taste on her, mingling it with the taste she'd left on him. "Why don't we take this to your place?" He asked her, pulling away to summon the waiter. As he paid the bill, she felt compelled to tease him. "What about that talk?" She asked him mischievously. "Isn't that what we came here to do?" "We can do that later," he replied huskily. "Right now I have other things on my mind." He grabbed her hand suddenly and rushed her quickly out of the restaurant. XXXXXXXXXXXX END XXXXXXXXXXXX So, what did you think? I'm working on yet another sequel. This would be the last one however, and will conclude the series. Please tell me what you think. I would greatly appreciate any email. All comments and feedback will be welcomed and replied to as soon as possible. Flames will be treated as the ramblings of a delusional mind, one that has recently been lobotomised in the hope of removing "Howlers." Send comments to s1163553@gcstudent.ins.gu.edu.au xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "The truth will save you Scully, I think it'll save both of us." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mulder:(MM)