From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2001 00:27:42 +0000 Subject: IS 3: Vodka Source: direct Inebriation Series 3: Smirnoffs Author: Barenaked Bostonian Rating: NC-17!!! Finally! Smutola! Category: S, MSR Disclaimer: Nope, nope, nope, yep.. wait, how'd THAT get in there? Feedback: I always forget to put this in here! Scully9485@hotmail.com! Or IM me on AIM at BNLXPhile12! Distribution: This is a piece of crap so go ahead. Thanks: TO MICHELLE! She helped me with the smut, she was a great tutor. I'm sorry, to Aiah, who really wanted the radioactive pigeons... to EY for not dissing this and TO ASHLEY!!! WHO LOVES THE SMUT, HERE IS YOUR SMUT BISCUIT!!! Lesley as always... NOTENOTENOTE: Thanks to Aiah on the shoe thing, we had a whole convo about it that brought us to talking about track and javelin! Go Jav! And the Mich, who says "Nope, you lose." way too much and I accidentally slipped it into the story. Summary: Another night with our two favorite agents. Substitute the wine for some vodka and shake... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Scully stretched and yawned in her chair. The past few weeks had been rough. Paperwork until all hours of the night, bad coffee, and even worse take out. They had been pushing papers the entire time, with no real X-File coming their way. Suffice to say, Scully actually missed it. They were both surprised when earlier that day Skinner had called them into his office and told them that they had a week off. He virtually insisted that they take it when Mulder nearly fell asleep in his chair. Scully, still stunned, had thanked Skinner and helped Mulder out of the office and to the elevator. Now, sitting at her desk, watching the clock, she prayed for five thirty to come, when they could get out of the depressing office and go home. Mulder was tapping his pencil and staring thoughtfully into space. Scully nearly smiled at the calm look that was there, but thought better of it, knowing it would snap Mulder out of his silent reverie. She sighed once more and finished the expense report she was working on. She looked at the clock again. It read 5:23. She gave up. "Come on Mulder, time to go." She said, shocking herself with the gentle tone of her voice. She had almost felt... mother like... she shuddered at the thought and the reprimanded herself. 'He's a big boy Dana, no need to act like his mother.' 'Yeah, act like his mother and have sex with him.' 'You haven't had sex with him yet. 'Yet, keyword, moving on...' "Uh, yeah, yeah Scully, sure." He stretched as well and got up out of the chair, stumbling slightly. Scully caught him by the arm and steadied him. "Musta been sitting too long." He said with a smile and pecked her on the cheek. She felt... she felt... she felt something when he did it, something she hadn't felt for a very long time. And she liked it. "Coming over tonight?" Scully asked him, glancing from her partner to her size seven and a half Nine West's. "I will be there. I might be walking like a zombie from lack of sleep, but I'll be there." The word zombie brought back memories of a case with a certain Wayne Federman, and Mulder's theories on what the dead do when they come back to life. Eat, drink, dance... Alright, so maybe dancing from Mulder was a little too much to ask, but she knew, the others... he could do. "Mulder, if you need to sleep that's-" "No, no, no, Ms. Scully, I have a surprise for you. Don't you want to see it?" She blushed girlishly as he wrapped her up gently from behind and kissed her ear lightly. "Mulder, we're at the office." She whispered, knowing full well that he already knew and that he was teasing her. "I know." He said and nipped her ear again. "And that's," Nip. "Why," Kiss. "I'm letting you go," He kissed her on the neck. "Right," Again he kissed her on the neck. "Now." Mulder swung her around and kissed her hard on the lips. It took her a moment to situate herself before she kissed him back. He ended it too abruptly, with Scully wanting more, but she settled for what she got. "I'm gonna get you for that." She said, her forehead pressed up against his. "Ooo, Scully. Do you make good with your threats?" She glared at him and then spun around to collect her things and her briefcase. "Let'sa goa." Mulder said and ushered her out the door. They drove to their separate apartments, Scully's radio station on Classical 102.7. As she listened to the music, she couldn't help feeling excited about Mulder coming over, and she knew she shouldn't be. At home, she opened her windows, letting the cool October breeze cleanse the musty house. She pulled out bottled water from the refrigerator and opened it. She sat at the table and sifted through the mail. She read a letter from Charlie, which was five pages long, who was in Scotland on vacation with the family. Then she tidied up the living room and kitchen and set to make something for dinner. All of a sudden, she heard a thump from her front door and went to investigate. Upon opening the door, she found her 'Smiling Cat' Halloween decoration at her feet and got up to place it back where it belonged. She then returned inside. She lit a fire, as she had done the night before. Sitting on her couch, she turned on the television and watched the news, until she heard a knock at her door. Knowing who it was she went to open it and found Mulder, a paper bag containing something, grasped in his hand. He smiled warmly at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips before entering her apartment. "What's in the bag, Mulder?" She asked him after she had shut the door. "Oh, your surprise of course." "Ah, what is it?" Mulder pulled a bottle of Smirnoff's out of the bag and shook it around. "Vodka?" She asked suspiciously. "Yep." He walked into her kitchen and grabbed two glasses. He placed them on the counter and stopped. He looked thoughtful for a minute and then walked back into the living room and took off his coat. He then pulled on Scully's hand and made her sit down with him. "Scully, I've been thinking..." He trailed off. Scully became panicky for a minute, those words usually preceded something bad. "There's this Halloween party-" "No. No parties. No one can know about this." She waved her hands around to emphasize the 'this'. "But, Scully, the Gunmen really want me-" "The Gunmen Mulder? Ultra no. I'm not going to a party that the Gunmen are throwing." "It's not ACTUALLY the Gunmen, it's their friends, and if I may say Scully, they throw a hell of a party." He sounded so hopeful, she didn't want to douse his fun. "Tell you what Mulder, make me the best drink I've ever had and I'll go with you." "Really?" now he sounded like a little boy who was jus told that he was going to Disney World. "Sure." She told him as he jumped up off of the couch and ran into the kitchen. He poured two small glasses of straight vodka and brought one to her. "You lose Mulder." She said, eyeing the glass and then him. "Trust me Scully." He said and took her glass from her hand after thinking for a moment and set it down on the coffee table. He sat down next to her and started nibbling on her neck. She gasped as he began licking her and sucking on her neck. He moved down her neck, toward her clevage. "What are you doing Mulder?" Scully rasped out. He lifted his head long enough to answer. "Working my magic of course. Settle back and enjoy." She did and her resumed his kissing. When he skipped over undressing her when he moved down, she looked at him. "Now what are you doing?" "Pick up your glass." He commanded her, and she did, eyes still locked with his. "Now take a quick shot, breath out through your nose and drink it. It won't taste as bad." She stared at him for a moment. "Trust me." She smiled and then raised the glass to her lips. She took the shot and surprisingly, didn't come up chocking. She could feel the liquid burn down her throat and settle in her stomach. After a minute or two of Mulder's kissing combined with the vodka in her system, she was feeling woozy. "Mu, Mulder, what... what are you doing?" She was feeling out of control, which wasn't right for her. She wanted to touch Mulder, but her limbs felt heavy, like they were being held down. She took another shot. Her limbs were being held down, by Mulder of course. "Just lift your hips, Scully." She was getting more out of it by the second. She did as she was told and her slacks came sliding down her legs, quite slowly. She reveled in the feeling of the material slipping from her body and she let out a gasp as Mulder's hand touched her inner thigh. "I know you like to be in control Scully. But trust me, you know I won't hurt you." He could see the hesitation in her eyes and played on it. "You are so beautiful Scully, and I also know that you hate when people tell you that but you don't know how... enchanting you are." All she did was make little 'uh, uh' sounds in the back of her throat. He grinned evilly at her. Then he got serious for a moment. "Scully, I love you, tell me if you don't want this." She was silent for a moment. "Scully?" He asked cautiously. "Mulder, I trust you." She touched his cheek. "And I haven't stopped you yet, have I?" "I take that as a yes then." He didn't wait for her answer. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled down her light blue panties and exposed her. He felt overwhelmed by this gesture of trust she was showing him. He ducked his head again and brushed aside her auburn curls. And then she lay bare before him. He smiled at what he saw and snaked his tongue out for a quick lick. She squirmed beneath him and he stepped up his ministrations. His tongue flicked at her tender bud and his fingers parted her folds. His tongue dove inside for a quick taste and as she moved beneath him, he dove in for another. He sucked at her and kissed and licked, and when she began to cry out, his tongue dove into her opening, licking her from the inside out. She was moaning now. She took another shot of her drink and placed her now-free hands in Mulder's hair. He was moaning and licking her wet cunt, with a vengeance. Mulder wanted her to feel like she had never felt before. This wasn't about making Scully come, it was about making Scully feel. Feel his desire, feel his desire. Feel every bit of love he felt for her. And she did, as she writhed beneath him, she knew that he was doing this out of love. And she intended to reciprocate. He thrust his fingers deep inside of her and rested for a moment. When he knew she was ready, he began to thrust into her. His tongue worked on her folds and her clit. She was panting now, she had never wanted anything so badly before. But she didn't want his tongue inside of her... oh no. Just as she thought that, all coherent thought flew out the window as Mulder sucked on her clit hard. He felt her quake all around him. He waited until she stopped shaking and calmed down. Then he pulled his fingers out and cleaned them off with his tongue. He stood up a bit shakily, his knees cracking from kneeling too long. He hardly noticed. He was too busy memorizing the look of bliss on Scully's face. He did, however, notice when she opened her eyes to look at him. She smiled briefly and then spoke. "You win Mulder. I pick the costumes." She grinned evilly at him as a moment of hesitation appeared on his face. "And I already know what we're going as too..." She trailed off and let the look of horror remain on his face. She waited a moment and then she spoke. "Well hello Clarice..." HA HA HA HA!!! That's the end of this one. If you don't know what they're going as, jesus you're dumb! ~Leslie I also figured that I have to do more than four! Sorry to torture you guys like this! I LOVE HALLOWEEN FIC! SEND ME SOME!