Harmony by Tory Anderson tory_anderson@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17. Spoilers: None. Category: VR Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance You know, it's getting to the point where all I have to do now is cut-and-paste the above section... that's kinda sad. Variety... what does that mean again? Disclaimer: Theirs - not mine. Summary: Music is timeless, as is love. Note: A short little piece of fluff, and mushy fluff at that, with no conceivable social value at all... merely a remedy for my severe writer's block. Took me exactly one hour to write, and I can't say I'm too proud of it. My sister urged me to post it however, so here we are. :) ----- Harmony. They lay beside each other in the balmy afternoon sun, fingers entwined, breathing in the rich air of the forest. The breeze smelled earthy, green, if that was possible, with wisps of complementary blue. The sky above them, visible in spots through the treetops, was blindingly bright, with not a cloud to mar the endless perfection. Their bellies were full, stuffed with a delicious picnic lunch that they had enjoyed together. A handful of wild blackberries rested in a fold of the soft yellow blanket upon which they lay. Both of their fingertips and mouths were stained purple from the fruit, and Scully lazily brought one hand to her mouth, suckling on the tips of her fingers, trying to clean it of the sticky juice. Mulder turned his head to watch her, looking, staring as her pink tongue came out from between her parted lips to lick one finger clean. His breath quickened imperceptibly, and he reached out with the hand that not gripping his partner's and took her damp fingers in his. She turned her head to meet his eyes, and what she saw lurking in those hazel depths caused her heart to quicken it's contented pace. He brought her hand up to his lips, darting his own rough tongue out to lave her fingers clean like a particularly affectionate cat. The taste of the blackberries mingled with the taste of her skin, and he drew her fingers further into his mouth, like a mother feeding her very young. Scully's belly tightened with desire as she remembered the sensation of Mulder tugging an exquisitely sensitive nipple into that luscious mouth, and she allowed a quiet half-groan half-sigh to slip out under her breath. Her eyelids, suddenly very weighty, slid shut. Mulder glanced up at hearing the breathy sound pushed from her lips, and his mouth curved slightly. He placed her hand gently on her flat abdomen and sat up slightly, leaning over her, caressing the side of her face with his hand, the soft skin there warmed by the sun. Her eyes flew open as his mouth came down on hers unexpectedly, then eased shut again as her fingers found their way to the back of his head, pressing his face closer to hers. His kisses were devastating, sometimes raw in hungry passion, or tender, gentle, full of the love he felt for her, as this one was. But either way, she could do nothing but surrender to their power. Tongues, which previously lay silent in their respective mouths, entered into the fray, turning the innocent kiss into something resembling a battle of lips, fought with wandering hands and desperate moans and thrusting hips. Scully rolled over on top of him, pressing her weight into his body. Breathing harshly, she pulled away from their destructive kiss, clawing for breath. Her glowing red hair fell in waves from her head, enclosing their faces in a world all of their own. She bent her lips to his again, but darted away, smiling when he tried to chase her mouth with his. She laughed, a joyous, bubbling sound, raining kisses like rose petals on the slightly prickly skin of his face. Suddenly he reached up with his hands and held her head still, anchoring his lips to hers. She kissed him back with equal fervour. Their kiss went on and on, lasting perhaps hours, though in reality it must have only been a few minutes. When they finally separated mutually out of a need for breath, he continued sprinkling fairydrop kisses over her velvety neck and bare white shoulders. "Scully," he whispered, the first words he had spoken in nearly an hour, "I love you." She drew back, stared him straight in the eye. Her countenance showed love, endless, depthless, timeless love, and for him. "I know," she said tenderly, her voice made raspy with tears. Though she did not repeat the words back to him, he knew; and the knowledge made his heart swell with joy like a waterfall. Sitting up, he clasped her warm body to his, and felt her heart beating, matching his rhythm in and endless call-and-answer chorus, pulsing together forever. In harmony. Fierce arousal soon overcame the urge to simply cuddle, and he tugged at the strings of her spaghetti- strapped summer dress, pulling them over her shoulders and down her arms, until the gauzy flowered fabric bunched at her waist, baring her naked chest. Her eyes, bottomless and blue, watched him nearly unnervingly as he reached out with one finger, tracing a diagonal line from the dip between her collarbones to one jutting pinkish nipple. She waiting in anticipation, knowing the ecstasy he could give her, waiting for the moment when he'd bend his head and take a stiffened nipple in his mouth. But he seemed to be in no hurry, playing with her breasts with his fingers, kneading, pulling, pushing like a cat with a favourite pillow. Desire overcame decorum and she entreated him with a roughened voice, "Mulder...*please.*" He glanced up from his carnal task, startled to see her eyes darkened to a midnight tint. He saw the ferocious want there, and complied, curving an arm behind her back to support her as he gently moistened the hardened pink tip with his tongue. Spurred on by her groan, he covered it entirely with his warm mouth, her breathy pleas swelling his erection at an alarming pace, rendering him hot, hard, and wanting. She sighed in delight, squirming in his arms in incomprehensible pleasure, and her lover revelled in the sounds he wrought. As he upped the degree of suction on her breast, her body loosened, became boneless, and she leaned back against the arm supporting her, putting more and more of her weight on it until he eased her onto her back, following. He let the pale flesh slip from his mouth as she pulled him atop her, but not before ridding him of his shirt and jeans. Mulder's heated skin pressed against her, causing a delightful friction. He rested his hips on hers, endlessly tempted by the soft heat he could feel emanating from her body. Grasping a handful of the silky fabric of her dress, he pulled it down, past her hips until she kicked it lazily away with her bare feet. He could not hold himself back from thrusting sharply into her groin, and was encouraged by Scully, who wrapped her legs behind his knees, raising her hips to meet his. Sharp waves of pleasure flowed through him, echoing the primeval thudding of his heart that thundered in his ears like an ancient drum melody. He sucked at a random spot on her neck, and she threw her head back in abandon, pulling his hips down sharply with her legs. Her little hands were everywhere, running up and down his back, clutching as his tense ass. Nimble fingers found his own flat nipples, and she played with them like a kitten with a ball of yarn. He groaned an unrecognisable sound from the depths of his soul, realising that this could all be over very soon. And he was having too much fun for that. On that thought, he sat up on his knees, ridding Scully of her panties then stripping away his increasingly restrictive boxers. When they came together again, there was nothing between them, nothing but a love that spanned lifetimes. He grimaced in pleasure so intense it had become painful when she took his heated erection in hand, meaning to guide it to her wet entrance. She took her time, however, stroking it, assessing it's raw silk texture, coaxing a few drops of moisture from it's tip. Mulder closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with sensation, from the cool, gentle wind whispering across his skin, the scent of pines and flourishing life, to the warmth of his partner, his lover, lying beneath him, eliciting the most heartbreaking pleasure from his body. She soon sensed when he was at his breaking point, tightening her hold on him and drawing him into her welcoming body. Her warm, moist flesh closed around him, pulling him deeper, losing him in the starry void of time. He bumped against the end of her, and drawing a cleansing breath, withdrew, only to drive hotly forward once more. Scully twined her arms behind his back, holding him to her tightly. He touched the very core of her, in every sense imaginable. She could not imagine ever living life without him. Supporting himself on his elbows, he continued to thrust into her as he watched her eyes. They were deep and blue, wise and ageless. Her eyes spoke of many secrets, and he yearned to know them all. His knee, braced against the blanket and the ground, slipped suddenly and sent his groin slamming against hers harder than intended. He searched her eyes anxiously to see if he had hurt her, but all he saw there was a slight unfocus, accompanied by a particular throaty moan that told him from experience that her release was nearing. Mulder bent his neck, swiped at her lower lip with his tongue, than drew back to study her reaction. Her mouth had curled in a sage smile, and she slid her hands up from his back to burrow through his hair, savouring the silky texture, tugging his mouth down to hers again. She hissed her need through swollen lips when they parted, and he slid his knees again, purposefully this time, almost roughly thrusting into her. His lover was like a high-quality piano - he could play her like an instrument. The keys were her body, her skin. Depending on where and how he touched her, brought a variety of sounds erupting from her sensual mouth, and this particular symphony was one he was intimately familiar with, and he was determined to play it through to the end. She gasped, a high-pitched chord, and tiny, shivering contractions strummed at his flesh buried inside her. The music crescendoed as he tossed his head and let out a shout, their cries blending with the calls of various forest creatures and the songs of birds, creating a broad, sweeping aria of sound and passion, uniting man, woman, and nature together. In harmony. ----- the end. mail to: tory_anderson@yahoo.com http://www.geocities.com/Vienna/Stage/3343/gallery.html