Like A Red, Red Rose V - Rosebud *NC-17* (1/1)
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
August, 1997

Summary: Mulder and Scully doing things that are surely illegal in
several states.

Spoilers: Nope.

Classification/Rating: V. MSR. Very light humor. NC-17.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah...oh, you're actually reading it. Ok, guys and
gals, you know the drill... Mulder and Scully don't belong to me.
They are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013
Productions, and have been used without permission.

Author's notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any
shape or form.
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Hiding a relationship was a real pain in the ass.

Especially since he wanted to shout to the world that he had this
intelligent, gorgeous, stimulating redhead who was mad for him, body,
mind and soul.

It had been months since they had been together. Months!

Since their first explosive encounter on Valentine's Day in his
apartment, he and Scully had been trying their damnedest to do it
again. But, so far, all they'd been able to manage were secret smiles
and small touches.

And one mind-bending, tar-melting kiss in the parking garage. That
had almost gotten out of control. If Scully hadn't heard someone
approaching...

It had been three weeks since he had even kissed her.

And two days.

Although there were no specific rules against it, they had no desire
to be discovered. They hadn't met in his apartment again, nor in
hers. It was too dangerous.

Hell, why do we bother to worry about it? That chain-smoking bastard
probably thinks we've been fucking like rabbits since the beginning.

But still, he preferred his privacy private.

He was pretty damn sure her apartment was bugged. He *knew* his was.
He went through once a week and pulled three or four transmitters.
Luckily, he had just flushed his apartment thoroughly before Scully
came over on Valentine's Day, else the jig would be up.

He felt itchy.

Twitchy.

Hot.

His eyes stayed on Scully.

Scully tapped at her keyboard in irritation. Another crop circle
disaster that had panned out to nothing.

Worse, they were trapped in this tiny motel in Rosebud, Arkansas. The
small commuter airport only handled one hop per day to Little Rock
and they had missed it by a good two hours.

Mulder lounged on her bed, remote securely in hand, channel surfing.
The steady 'click, huzz' every ten seconds was accompanied by the
screen flickering. It was giving her a horrendous headache.

"Mulder."

"Hmmmm?" His trigger finger didn't let up on the remote.

"Either settle on something or turn it off." She delivered her
ultimatum with a modicum of her usual aplomb.

Four more channels swept by as Mulder processed what she said, then
he clicked the television off. Silence descended like the closing of
a tomb door.

"Better?"

Scully stared at her screen. Shit. The article she had been working
on had disappeared. She started digging in her directories. Nope.
Gone for good.

"Dammit, Mulder!"

He looked up from the crop circle X-File he had filched from her
night table. "Now what did I do?"

"I lost the damn article."

"Maybe I can help," he said getting up from the bed and coming over
to the small table where she had set up her laptop.

"Stay away from my computer, Mulder. I've seen what you do to the one
at the office."

He affected a 'what, who me?' look.

"Yes, you."

"C'mon Scully. If it's already gone, what harm can I do?"

She stared at him for a second then surrendered her seat, rubbing her
temples gingerly.

"Take something for that."

It wasn't the article. Or his channel surfing. It was being in a
place where they were alone.

Really alone.

There was no way anyone could know where they were.

Or what they were doing.

Alone.

Still, it wasn't a good idea to start something while they were out
on a case, even one as pitiful as this one. She shook the image of a
nude Mulder from her mind regretfully.

"I'm going to lay down for a few minutes and see if that helps."

"Good idea," he mumbled, already immersed in the intricacies of her
laptop's directory structure. Within a couple minutes, he had found
the problem and restored her file.

Brownie points for me.

He was backing out of her directories level by level when he
discovered it. A file called Pegleg. He glanced over to where Scully
lay, prim and proper on the bed, her skirt drawn down to her knees,
legs neatly together. She had one arm over her eyes. He turned back
to the computer.

He opened the file and read, with growing astonishment, snippets of
poetry. Her taste was eclectic to the extreme, but she had the poetry
categorized in alphabetical order. Both Brownings, Burns, Eliot,
Frost, Keats, Shakespeare, Shelley, Spenser, Yeats.

A faint cry caused him to recheck his position. She still had her arm
over her eyes.

The poetry was followed by a series of haiku. He read them through
several times with building excitement. His eyes kept returning to
the last one.

Anticipation
Roller coaster excitement
Fantasy fulfilled

Another quiet moan. He looked over his shoulder. Scully had propped
herself up on her elbows and was watching him.

"Scully, did you just..."

Just what? Moan?

She shook her head and looked over her shoulder at the wall. Mulder
took advantage of her inattention and closed out the Pegleg file.
Getting up, he stopped mid-stride at another moan, this one not so
quiet.

<"Like that."> The words carried, muffled but still clear, through
the wall behind the headboard.

Scully met Mulder's eyes. He grinned widely and joined her on the
bed.

"Mulder--"

"Makes me think of things that I could be doing to make you say
that," he said in her ear, breathing lightly on the sensitive flesh,
then nibbling lightly, worrying the small earring she wore.

Scully closed her eyes. "We shouldn't..."

A man's deep groan interrupted her. It sent a flash of remembered
heat through her stomach. Mulder had sounded like that, when he had
finally buried himself within her.

Murmuring. A thud.

"They certainly are enthusiastic," Scully whispered.

<"Baby!">

"Why are you whispering?" he asked. His nose was buried in her hair.
He could smell her: the clean fragrance of her hair, the faint wisp
of her perfume, and underneath, unmistakably, the rich aroma of her
arousal.

"Because it..." she started, still whispering. Then, feeling foolish,
she finished aloud, but still quietly, "It seems wicked." All the
same her breathing had quickened.

"Then let's be wicked." Mulder slid a hand into her hair and tilted
her head. His lips touched hers, fused. Their tongues tangled, wet
and hot, stroking deep.

The woman was whimpering steadily now.

Without knowing quite how she had gotten there, she found herself
astride him, grinding against the hardness in his pants. He tugged
insistently at her top, raising it as far as he could without
breaking the kiss, then pulled the cups of her bra down. He grazed
the creamy flesh he exposed with the backs of his knuckles, still
overwhelmed that she was letting him, that she wanted him to touch
her like that.

When his hands settled on her breasts, his thumbs brushing across her
nipples back and forth, back and forth, she moaned herself.

She was fire in his hands, burning.

<"Oh, honey.">

He shuddered heavily as she opened the buttons on his shirt then drew
her fingernails over his small male nipples, his breath coming hard
and fast.

"Scully--"

Grabbing one of his hands, she thrust it under her skirt. The strings
of the thong she wore were no deterrent to his fingers finding the
slick heat at her core. He made a harsh, rough sound, sliding a
finger inside her as he caressed her silky nub with his thumb.

She leaned back, placing her hands on his thighs for balance. She was
wide open to him, her legs spread widely across his hips. He stroked
his finger in and out slowly; watched her eyes grow glazed as she
shivered, tightening around his finger.

"Mulder!"

"Again. I want you to come again."

Creaking. Intermittent thuds.

She was shaking her head.

"Yes. You can."

He jammed three fingers where only one would fit, pressing against
her hard with his thumb. She came violently, rising up on her knees,
arching her back.

"Oh, God!"

She collapsed on him bonelessly, panting harshly. Her mouth found the
pulse that beat wildly at his throat, sucking at it. She yanked at
his belt, her hands frantically working at his fly.

<"...touch me...">

Mulder raised his hips to meet her as she grasped his rigid shaft
with one hand. She licked at him delicately, darting her tongue up
and down his length.

"Scully!"

She ignored him, biting the insides of his thighs lightly,
repeatedly, as she stroked him, touching his sac gently, then more
firmly, rolling it.

The woman cried out.

"I want to be inside you." His entire body was trembling as he pushed
her head away.

Scully watched as he stood and stripped his pants and boxers off
completely. It amused her to no end that he didn't bother taking his
shirt or socks off, but instead dug frantically for his wallet. She
pulled her top over her head then unclasped her bra, tossing both to
the floor. She left her skirt and the thong on. He could work around
them.

Murmuring.

"You are so sexy," she said, trailing a finger down the erection that
poked out from between his shirttails. She smiled as it twitched.
"Give me that." She snatched the foil packet from his hand, ripping
it open with her teeth. Very carefully she sheathed him.

Mulder stared down at her small hands on his flesh and tried
desperately to rein in his desire. Wasn't gonna happen. Not in this
lifetime.

"Now." His voice was a growl. He put his hands on her shoulders and
turned her away.

"Is this what you want?" she asked over her shoulder as she poised
on hands and knees.

He stared at her ass, at the string of the thong disappearing between
her cheeks. "Yes!" Mulder moved the thong aside, grasped her hips and
pushed into her slowly. His long, low groan was every bit as
electrifying as she remembered.

Scully put her head down on the bed, backing into him. The velvet
over steel texture of his erection drove into her smoothly. He was
big, thrillingly thick.

<"...fuck you?">

"More," she bit out. He slid his hands up to cup her breasts, drawing
her back up against his chest until she was kneeling upright. She put
her arms up and grabbed at his hair.

"Move with me, Scully." He was in her so deeply, moving so slowly
she could practically taste him. She rose on her widespread knees
slightly, then relaxed, impaling herself on him again, whimpering.

"Oh, yeah." Mulder twisted his hips as he thrust up within her,
biting none too gently on the back of her neck. "Do it again. Ride
me." He slid one hand down, under the thong. He caught her nub
between his thumb and forefinger.

Thudding.

Scully was caught up on a huge rolling wave, moaning helplessly as he
continued to move deeply, slowly within her, plucking gently at the
flesh between her legs. She flexed and released, flexed and released.

<"Yes!">

"That's it. You feel so good." He thrust harder, but no faster,
drawing out every movement. "Come on, Scully. Come with me."

"With you," she managed, tugging at his hair.

He sucked at the nape of her neck, raking his teeth over the fine
mist of sweat that gathered there, and she came again, clenching
around him like a silk fist.

"Mulder!"

"Oh, yeah -- Scully!"

*****

Together, they peeked through a small chink in the curtains at the
couple leaving the room next door.

Mulder bit the inside of his lip hard.

They were seventy if they were a day.

"Well, you know what they say..." he started.

"You're only as old as you feel?" she finished innocently.

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End

Author's Notes: Thanks, as always, to Deb for her encouragement and
for beta reading. Special thanks to Bob, for his support and
inspiration, and to Miki and Lydia for continuing to push me for
"more Audrey smut". ;) Lydia, I think this makes it 3 and 1. <g>

For those of you who are interested, the story titles in this series,
which should be available at any of the wonderful Gossamer archives,
(if you can't find them, mail me and I'll send them to you) are:

Like A Red, Red Rose
Like A Red, Red Rose II - Like The Melodie
Like A Red, Red Rose III - Newly Sprung; Sweetly Play'd
Like A Red, Red Rose IV - My Luve Is *NC-17*
Like A Red, Red Rose V - Rosebud *NC-17*
Like A Red, Red Rose VI - Blushing Rose *NC-17*

So, please, let me know what you think...

Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com

M to S: "Scully, would you think less of me as a man if I told you I
was kind of excited right now?"
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