Shuttered By: Diana Alexander dmulder@flashmail.com RATING: NC-17 DISCLAIMER: The characters in this piece of fiction that are recognizable from Chris Carter's insane piece of work known as the X-Files belong to him, his company Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting. Anything else, characters, situations or otherwise, belong to this very insane author. CLASSIFICATION: SRH KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance; smut SPOILERS: none FEEDBACK: always welcome at dmulder@flashmail.com ARCHIVE: Anywhere's fine... Gossamer, Xemplary, Ephemeral, yeah... whatever... *grin* SUMMARY: There's just something about windows... AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm not expecting this to be realistic, but I thought that the idea was rather amusing. It was an inspired by a friend complaining about young writers always mixing up shutter and shudder. The idea was born. The format, well, I owe it to a friend who reminds me with her own writing style that sometimes there's such a thing as too much narriation and not enough dialogue. So this story is dedicated to those two friends, and they know who they are. Hope you enjoy it! ********************** "Mulder, are you sure you want to do this?" "Of course, Scully. It's been one of my fantasies." A waggle of eyebrows. A responding groan. "If you say so, Foxy boy..." "Scully..." Grin. "Just teasing, Mulder." Mock glare. Grumble. "Don't do that again." "Oh, I won't, I won't." Mischievous look. "I'll get you if you do." "Who's to say that I wouldn't want you to?" "To get you? Scully, you wouldn't like it at all if I did." "Threats will get you nowhere, Mulder." "Who said anything about threats? I'm making promises." "Oooh." Wide-eyed look meets a mock-threatening one. Both laugh. "A window, Mulder. Why?" Arched eyebrow. Innocent look. Exasperated, "Really, Mulder, do you think I was born yesterday?" Suggestive look. "Oh, I have it on good information, Agent Scully, that you definitely were not born yesterday." Slow smile. "Agent Mulder, I am assuming that the person you got the information from... isn't getting off on your belief." "Not on my belief, no." A hand runs down the center of a cotton shirt she's wearing, following the line of buttons down the front. Shiver. "Then what?" "On your sexy lingerie." Snort. "What sexy lingerie?" "The sexy lingerie that he took off last night?" "So he knows from personal experience." His breath quickens. "Oh... yeah..." Softly. Slowly. "This informant must be very close to me, since you know that I don't let just *anybody* into my bed, Mulder..." Pant. "Definitely close to you." "How close?" He pulls her body against his. Grin. "This close?" "Is that all?" "Do you think he can get closer?" "That depends... does he want to?" Thrust. Sigh. "What do you think, Agent Scully?" "I think... I think that he would definitely enjoy the opportunity to get a *lot* closer." Soft caress. Moan. "Scully..." "Mm?" "Harder." "Like this?" "Oh, yeaah..." Grin. Yank. Buttons scatter across the hardwood floor. "Mulder, that was my--" "I know... I know... I'll replace it." Teasing caress against silk. Moan. "Does it really bother you that much?" "No." Long glances. Slow lean. Kiss. Moan. Sigh. "Tell me something, Mulder." "What's that?" "Why did we wait so long?" "Good question." "I have another question." "Mm?" "Why the window? Of all the places..." "Let's just say that I've had a fantasy about being caught making love to you in a window. Any more questions?" "Yes." "What now?" Smirk. "Why do you have so many clothes on?" Chuckle. "Because you haven't taken them off yet." "I suppose we'll have to remedy that, then." "Ooh, I just got really turned on." Rub. Moan. Sigh. "Oh, yeah..." Rip. "Scully!" "I always wanted to do that." Both laugh. Hands dance across his chest, playing with his nipples, teasing them into peaks. Looks shared. Smile. He pulls her hands away and draws her fingers into his mouth, one by one. Sigh. "Mulder..." "Mm?" "More." "Window?" Resigned sigh. "Window." "If you're not..." "Mulder, I'm *fine*." Arched eyebrow. Soft smile. "Well, I'd be more fine if you'd stop talking and put that mouth to work properly." Bra hits the floor. Seductive smile. "Where would you like me to start?" They slowly back their way against the far wall and he presses her against it with her fingers entwined with his over her head. Lowered eyelids. Seductive smile. "Wherever you want." He pulls the tip of one breast into his mouth. Moan. Thrust. "Mulder..." Skirt softly hits the floor. "Scully..." Opens eyes. "Mmm?" "Top but no bottom?" Grin. "You never know, Mulder. You never know." "You are a wild woman." "Thank you." Teasing caress. Moan. "Mulder..." "Now?" She twines her legs around his hips and moves against him. "Now." He thrusts inside her body as she braces herself against the window. Her hair falls in her face, and she blows at it in annoyance. He brushes it away. Both smile. Moan. Sigh. "Harder." "Are you sure?" "Yes, dammit, yes!" Heavy breathing. Grunt. Moan. "Oh, yes, Mulder... oh, yes..." He nibbles down her neck to her chest and she clenches hands in his hair. "Mulder..." Sigh. Moan. "I'm close, Mulder..." Pant... Pant... Moan... Shudder. Thwack. "Ohh..." "Scully..." Heavy breathing. Sound of two bodies sliding to the floor. Silence... silence... Giggle. "Mmwha?" "Mulder..." "Yeah?" "Why'd you have to choose the window with *shutters*?!" "I dunno." Both laugh. *********** -End- -- "Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah." -- from "Illusions" by Richard Bach "Imagine being mingled so completely with another you no longer need your physical self. You're one." --Invisigoth, "Kill Switch"