Title: Tactile Author: Nicknoc (nicknoc@hotmail.com) Classification:MSR, Smut, PWP Rating: NC-17 Archive: Ephemeral, Gossamer, Xemplary, Blue Velvet, ANYWHERE! Disclaimer: Of course they're not mine. Spoilers: No, that usually requires a plot Feedback: Yes please! nicknoc@hotmail.com Summary: Just a little touch... TACTILE by Nicknoc Mulder sat on the edge of his bed in his semi-dark motel room. His hands dangled between his legs and his shoulders were slumped. The red LED lights on the cheap clock radio by the bed told him it was 1.00am. It had been a difficult day. A young girl had disappeared 2 days previously from her bedroom, only to reappear in her bed that night. She was dead. There were no signs of entry or exit from her room, and no visible marks on her body. Scully had spent most of the night performing the autopsy, and had returned to her room weary and distressed at 11.30. Before she had fallen into bed, she had told Mulder that she had been unable to determine the cause of death. Mulder ran his hands over his face, and wondered if Scully was asleep. He knew she found autopsies on children particularly difficult, but she had spoken few words to him when she had arrived back at the motel. He had not wanted to push her; he could sense that under her composed facade she was close to breaking. He sighed and glanced up at the TV. He couldn't face it. He simply couldn't face another asinine sitcom, when another child was dead. A child that reminded him of Samantha. He stood and began pacing. Before he knew it, he found himself at the door between his and Scully's room. He needed to go to her. He was worried about her, and frankly, he was worried about himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep at all. The long hours of loneliness stretched ahead of him, and tonight was one of the few times he was sure he couldn't face them alone. Maybe she was asleep. He could sneak in and just sit there for a while, watching her. She would never know. Slowly, he turned the door handle and slipped into her room. Quietly closing the door behind him, he stood there, listening to her breathing. "Mulder?" He started. "Scully, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I...I can't sleep." She turned, and even in the dim light he could see her bright eyes. "What's wrong, Mulder?" "I can't sleep. I can't watch TV. I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking slightly with the rising panic that sometimes accompanied a night of bad insomnia. "Would it help if you stayed with me tonight?" she asked softly. Thanking whomever it was that endowed his partner with an endless well of kindness and empathy, he nodded gratefully. She pulled back the covers and he slipped in. Reaching over she brushed his cheek briefly, before rolling over so her back was facing him. "G'night Mulder." "G'night Scully," he whispered. He knew he still wouldn't sleep, but at least he felt calmer. Her presence was enough to soothe him, and he could lie there and watch her sleep. Maybe she could sleep enough for both of them. The curtains in her room were thin, and the light from the moon streamed in, highlighting everything in blue. He gazed at the back of head, and his eyes traveled down her body. Her breathing was already deep and even. He looked at her arm resting on the outside of the comforter. Her skin glowed a blue-white in this light, and it looked like smooth silk. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked. Before his brain could send a preventative message to his hand, his arm was already outstretched, and his fingers were brushing her skin. "Mulder?" His hand snapped back as if he had been burned. "I'm sorry Scully," he mumbled miserably. "I thought you were asleep. If I'd known you were awake..." She turned over to face him. "You don't have to wait until I'm asleep to touch me, Mulder," she said quietly. His breath caught. "I don't?" he stammered. "No, you don't." She paused, summoning the courage to say what she felt. "I like it when you touch me." Mulder reached a finger out and brushed her cheek. "I thought you only tolerated my touches, rather than enjoyed them." "Sometimes; usually when we're in public. I always wonder what people think when they see you place your hand on my back, or brush my arm. I know they talk about us, and I don't like giving them any insight into our private lives. But when we're alone...I like it." "And when we're alone I usually *don't* touch you," he said ruefully. "Why not, Mulder?" He paused and looked into her eyes. For a moment, he felt out of his depth, but when she smiled encouragingly, he spoke. "I guess I was worried that you might misunderstand my intentions." She furrowed her brow. "Misunderstand? Or understand?" He paused, until he grasped her meaning. "Understand," he confirmed in a whisper. "I was scared that you might understand how much I...how important..." "I'd like you to touch me more when we're alone Mulder," she breathed out. She knew that some things were too hard to express with words. He shifted slightly until he was closer to her, so close that he could smell her soap, her minty breath. Tentatively he reached out and placed a hand on her soft cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch and let out a slight sigh. Slowly, he ran his fingers over her cheek, her forehead and down her nose, until finally he reached her lips. They were softer than he'd ever thought possible. Her mouth parted slightly, and he could feel her breath floating around his fingertips. He explored her lips with the sensitive pads of his fingers, and noted with increasing arousal that her breathing was becoming more rapid. Gently, he pushed her so she rolled over onto her back. Moving closer, he pressed the length of his body against the side of hers and then peeled the blanket down, exposing her body clad only in boxers and a singlet top. With his head propped up on one hand, he ran his eyes over her. Her singlet top had ridden up, exposing her white stomach to the light coming through the thin curtains. She made a move to drag it down, and he clasped her wrist, preventing her. "No Scully, leave it." He placed her hand down by her side. Her skin positively glowed in the night light, and he had to restrain himself from devouring every part of her at once. Instead, he chose to start at the top, and he ran his fingers once more over her delicate features. Her eyelids fluttered when he brushed over them, and he marveled at their silkiness. He passed his fingers over her lips, noting the shiver that ran through her when he did. His hand continued its journey down her neck until his fingers danced along her collarbone. Her bone structure was so fine, he thought in amazement. She was so tiny, compared to his big frame. As his fingers continued their light touches over her chest, he noticed a smile tugging at her lips. "Ticklish Scully?" "A little," she responded in a husky voice. He placed his hand palm down on her chest, and rubbed in small circles. When he noticed her smile fade, and her breathing catch, he began to toy with the delicate edging of her top. He hooked his fingers under it, so his knuckles brushed against the swell of her breasts, and tugged at it. "This is cute Scully. But it's in the way." Grasping the strap on her shoulder, he slid it down so that one breast was exposed. Both of them gasped at the same time; she at the sensation of his fingers briefly grazing her nipple, and he at the sight of her bare flesh. When his hand covered her breast and lay still, she opened her eyes to find him looking at her. The heat emanating from his eyes was enough to draw a flush to her face. "Mulder," was all she could say, before she closed her eyes once more. Slowly, he began to caress her breast. His fingers traveled over her smooth, warm skin, dancing around her nipple. When she could stand the teasing no longer, she grasped his hand and brought his fingers to her nipple. He chuckled softly, and began to knead the sensitive flesh between his fingers. She moaned softly and bit her lip. Her fantasies that mirrored this moment hadn't been able to capture the pure physicality and sensuality of she and Mulder, together. Mulder watched her in wonder. Scully was aroused, because *he* was touching her. He wanted to lean over and kiss her open mouth, but he knew once he kissed her he would lose all restraint, and they would be grasping at each other like animals in heat. No; right now he wanted to touch every inch of her, before they consummated 7 years of desire, affection, friendship and love. Pushing himself up from his prone position, he moved down to her feet. She grunted in protest at the loss of his hand from her breast. "Patience, Scully," was all he said. "I've been patient for a *long* time now Mulder," was her wry response. She pulled a couple of pillows behind her, so that she was slightly raised. She wanted to watch him. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he raised her foot to his mouth and flicked his tongue out to touch her toes. Her foot involuntarily arched and he turned it and gently bit down as if devouring a slice of watermelon. Placing her foot on his shoulder he moved forward slightly, so her leg was bent almost at right angles. "Take your top off Scully. I want to look at you." As she slipped her top off and settled back onto the pillows, he turned his head to kiss her ankle. His eyes traveled over her torso, and she could almost feel the trail of heat they left in their wake. His hands ran over her shin and then tickled down the back of her thigh, causing her to groan and squirm. Firmly, he massaged her calf and thigh, all the while staring at her breasts. Teasingly, she licked one of her fingers and lazily traced her nipple, causing it to stand out even more. "Scully..." he groaned into her ankle. His hand slipped down the back of her thigh and into the leg of her boxers. She gasped as he clutched her bottom cheek. He moved forward again, so that her leg slipped over his shoulder, bent at the knee. With fumbling fingers he undid the buttons of her boxers, exposing the top of her pubic hair. He swallowed. This was more than a fantasy. Scully's hair was spread against the white pillow, her cheeks flushed and eyes half closed with arousal. She was slowly stroking her breast with one hand, while the other rested on her stomach. The auburn curls at the juncture of her thighs were revealed, and one leg was hooked over his shoulder. Not in a thousand nights of fantasizing about Scully had he dreamt of this. He slipped his other hand into the opening of her boxers, and touched her gently. "God, Mulder!" she gasped. He grinned broadly. His fingers delved into her slick folds and she moaned and writhed against them. "Muldermuldermuldermulder," she mumbled. He brought his fingers out and tasted her. She tasted tangy and salty. She watched him lick his fingers and that was enough to send her over the edge. Slipping her leg off his shoulder she sat up, gasping. "No more teasing Mulder. I want you now." Laughing huskily, he pushed her back. "I haven't finished Scully. Don't be so impatient." She groaned and covered her hands with her face, but he could see her smile. Despite her impatience, he knew she was enjoying the slow pace he had set. "Now, where was I?" he murmured. Her legs were spread slightly, and he pulled them together to slip her boxers off. Back down at her feet, he scattered a trail of kisses back up her legs and over her pubic curls until his face was pressed against her stomach. His tongue darted out to tease her belly button, and she arched her back. She clasped the sides of his head in her hands, but was too shy to direct him where she really wanted his mouth. Confident of Mulder's oral fixation, she knew he'd get there eventually. That is, if she didn't burst into flames first. He worried at her belly button with his tongue and then began nipping the sensitive flesh on her belly with his teeth. She giggled quietly, until his tongue found the underside of her breast. With long, languid strokes he began licking her breasts. She gritted her teeth to stop from calling out, but when his teeth latched onto her nipple she cried out, "Mulder! Oh, God!" He grinned against her flesh. Her breast was slippery with his saliva, and her pebbled nipple was delightfully hard. He felt as if he could suck and lick her forever. Until her hand grasped his erection through his boxers. "Scully!" He grabbed her hand, and tried to pry her fingers off his hard cock. "No you don't. I've waited all my life to touch you, and I don't want any distractions." She pouted, "Mulder, you're driving me crazy." "I know," he responded with a smirk. Still watching her, he got up on his knees and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then he removed his boxers, noting her eyes widen slightly. When she licked her lips, he nearly caved and took her then and there. But he still had some fantasies he needed to play out. Positioning himself between her legs, he bent his head and draped her legs over his shoulders. She moaned in anticipation. He flicked his tongue out, and when he made contact with her heated flesh she gasped his name. With every stroke of his tongue she whispered his name, caressing him with her voice. His strokes became more persistent and he could feel her inner thighs quivering against his ears. But suddenly she pulled his head up. "No Mulder," she gasped. "I want you in me when I come. Please, now." Delighted, he slid up her body, shivering at the sensation of his body fully pressed against hers. When they were face to face, body against body, he paused. He felt as if he'd reached the culmination of his life. This moment. This kiss. This was what he'd been working towards, only he hadn't realized it until now. He opened his mouth to tell her, hoping to find the right words. But it wasn't necessary, because as he started to speak, she said, "I know, Mulder. I know." He smiled, and bent his lips to meet hers. Immediately her tongue darted out to touch his, and they both smiled into each other's mouths at the feeling. Languidly they kissed, no longer in a hurry. Mulder's tongue stroked hers, and her hands ran up and down his bare back, tracing random patterns against his skin. Slowly, she began to gyrate her hips against his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and while maintaining their deep kiss, guided him into her. The feeling of her tight, smooth muscles encasing him forced a groan deep from within his chest. He paused to gain control, but she tilted her hips up towards him. "Now, Mulder," she groaned huskily. "Please. Don't make me ask you again." She pulled his head down to hers, and began kissing him urgently. Their kiss was primal, and his thrusts quickly picked up pace. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, and dug her fingernails into his back. At the sharp pain of her nails, he began pumping into her with abandon. She matched his ardent strokes with equal passion, and reveled in the feeling of his sweaty body pounding against hers. It seemed like endless hours, but it was only minutes before Mulder felt his orgasm build. He gritted his teeth to hold it back, but then he felt Scully stiffen beneath him. He opened his eyes and watched her open-mouthed grimace as she gasped his name over and over. The sight of Scully coming sent him over the edge, and he pulsed into her, calling out her name in sexual abandon. When the last spasms of his orgasm left him, he slumped gently over her. She wrapped her arms around him, and stroked his sweaty back, whispering sweet nonsense into his ear. Finally, he raised his head, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "I think I'll sleep now, Scully." She chuckled into his ear. "Not on me you won't. Off Mulder." He slid bonelessly off her, and then pulled her into the curve of his body. Already feeling drowsy, he murmured, "Do you know why I love touching you?" She tilted her head so she could look into his eyes. "Because when I touch you I feel as if I'm touching your soul. I don't ever want to lose touch with your soul, Scully." Tears formed in Scully's eyes, and she blinked them away. "I didn't think you believed in the soul, Mulder." "I don't. But I believe in yours." "I believe in yours too, Mulder. Go to sleep now." THE END