From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 16:02:59 +0000 Subject: IS6: The Power Hour-Mike's Hard Lemonade Source: direct Title: Inebriation Series 6: The Power Hour, Mike's Hard Lemonade Authors: Barenaked Bostonian with TriplePirouette Category: MSR, smut! Disclaimer: Come on now, if they were really ours, do you think that we would let the show end? Do you think that Scully would go through so much pain? Mulder would be around and everyone would be happy (for awhile anyway) and the conspiracy would live, and they would still work on The X-Files and William would grow up healthy and we would both marry Krycek... okay, maybe not that last part, but you get the drift. Distribution: We would be honored, but you might want to archive the others too, it would make much more sense. Rating: NC-17, a regular smut biscuit. Summary: A power hour and some Mike's hard lemonade... on a hot and sticky night. Feedback PLEASE at: TriplePirouettePhile@hotmail.com or at MINE (Lauren's trying to be selfish!) BNLXPhile12@aol.com! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~ The night air was hot and sticky and it licked at Scully's esophagus as she breathed. In, out. The dampness hanging in the air was making it somewhat difficult to breathe. She was sweating, balancing a shopping bag in one hand and her keys in the other. She could feel the like pinpricks of liquid slide down in between her breasts and saturate her new peach satin bra. That was the last thing on her mind, however. Right now, she just wanted the damn door open. She pushed the key into the slot and haphazardly turned it. The door reluctantly opened and emitted a puff of chill air straight into her face. It felt like heaven as it washed over her heated skin in waves. She breathed in a deep satisfying breath through her nose and let it out through her mouth, nearly moaning at the refreshing sensation. She walked slowly into her living room and pushed the door shut with her leg. Scully then kicked her uncomfortable pumps off of her feet and dropped the keys and the bag onto the floor, at her feet. She usually wasn't nearly this disorganized, but as of now, she was sweaty and in need of a shower. The cold air just felt so good, thank God for central air conditioning. She walked leisurely to her bedroom, stripping off articles of clothing along the way. She held a pile of clothes in her arms when she reached the bedroom and dumped them into the hamper. She whisked a towel out of the linen closet and padded her way into the bathroom. The cool tiles felt exquisite beneath her feet. She set the towel down on the toilet and searched for a body wash. After much deliberation she chose a nice freesia one. Opening the bottle, she inhaled the scent and hummed her appreciation low in her throat. Her sweat soaked hair was sticking to the back of her neck, and she could feel the sweat drying to her now cool skin. She walked over and turned the shower on, setting it slightly cooler than she usually would. The oppressive heat had slowed her, but Mulder would still be at her door in a half an hour, and she wanted to be ready. As she stepped in the shower, her eyes closed in rapture. It was such a simple thing, a cool shower, but on a day where all heat records had broken and weathermen were baffled as to how a normal 85-degree summer day turned into a 105-degree scorcher, it was heaven. Even now, at seven in the evening, it was still in the low 90's, and the sun was just about down. She quickly showered, and then donned a simple pair of jean shorts and a thin white T-shirt. She smiled as she thought about the new, barely there underwear she had put on, a surprise for Mulder. She had planned on presenting him with a creamy peach satin she had put on this morning, but she hadn't foreseen the temperatures soaking them through with sweat. Mulder was still fifteen minutes from being due over, so she went back into the living room and picked up the bag of groceries and her keys, bringing them into her darkened kitchen. All of the rooms were dark in an attempt to keep it a bit cooler. She had never had a problem with the central air before, and it was gorgeously cool in her apartment, but it still edged almost 5 degrees higher than she had it set. In the kitchen, she put her keys back in her purse on the chair, then unpacked the groceries, putting the canned soup, salad, and bottled water in each's place. She then pulled the paper bag toward her and smiled. Tonight was going to be fun. She and Mulder were going to do something she had always wanted to do, but never had the courage to do in college. And since she hadn't gone drinking much since college, she had just never done it. But now she was going to do it, and Mulder was going to do it with her. A power hour. One shot every minute for one hour. It got you drunk fast. And it sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. So she had convinced Mulder to join her in her little fantasy, and tonight should be nothing short of a little fantasy. Whenever they got together, drinking, they never ceased to end up curled around each other in ecstasy. Her smile got wider as desire flooded through her. She unwrapped the brown bag, revealing two six packs of Mike's Hard Lemonade, which she promptly shoved in her freezer. Tonight was going to be fun... Sometimes, it frightened her that when she and Mulder got together, they frequently drank. But perhaps that was because they trusted each other so much. They would never drink and drive, and never drink heavily two consecutive nights in a row. She felt safe and comfortable when she drank with him, and that's why she had never drank before. She had never trusted any of the people she had been with, never trusted them not to take advantage of her. But she trusted Mulder with her life, she trusted Mulder with her... heart. She loved him, she wanted him and... It was as simple as that. She stood at the kitchen counter, placing her cool palms against the linoleum and wondered where their excursions would take them tonight. She imagined his hands on hers, always knowing how to touch her. Rough, or gentle, fast or slow. It was amazing what those hands did to her. She didn't think it was possible. It was a feeling that she had always longed for, had given up on feeling, but Mulder ignited these feelings within her. She felt feral, bad, wicked to the bone. She felt loved and cherished and, unlike when she was other men, she felt like herself. She felt wonderful in a clichéd and olden way. She loved to finally let go, to not have to pretend to not want a drink, or to pretend that she didn't want to just devour a bottle of vodka without a reason. Mulder understood her, he understood why she needed a drink sometimes, and he understood why she would never drink alone. Scully padded into the living room and flipped on the TV. She changed channels until she found the 24-hour news station, and then settled into the couch, catching up on the local news. After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by the sound of a paper bag ripping and a quiet "Oh shit!" Scully opened the door to find a sweaty Mulder crouched on the floor, a ripped paper bag in his arms that showed the bottom of a 12 pack of Mikes, and two shot glasses, one grasped between his teeth, the other under his chin. He gave the best caught-in-the-act smile he could, and grunted what she thought was supposed to be "Hello." She carefully extracted the shot glasses from him ushered him in. "Great minds think alike Mulder." She said to him, and he raised a brow, not quite understanding her. He just turned away and walked to the refrigerator to chill the Mike's. He laughed out loud when he saw the two six packs that already sat inside. He placed his inside, chucked the ruined bag, set the shot glasses on the table... and grinned. One of his beautiful, come hither grins. One of the ones that made Scully melt. But she couldn't walk to him, she was glued to the floor. Sensing this, he slowly walked to where she was standing and placed his hands on her hips. She smiled at him, it was absurd, but she still felt a bit unsure around him. They had cemented their sexual relationship a while ago, but she still felt... nervous. Like she didn't meet up to his standards. But she knew, she knew when she looked into his eyes, that she was his forever. That they shared each other and it was so beautiful to be not one, but two people, two people at the same time. She stopped thinking when his lips met her neck and began to suckle her there. She hummed low in her throat, urging him to continue. It was what the 'books' would call the "greatest form of torture." She felt electricity surge through her body, and instinctively her arms wound around him, but her mind was working. This needed to wait. She wanted to wait. She wanted exquisite torture tonight, to be inches from him, to know what he felt like buried deep inside her, but not be able to have him until the last possible second when they had gulped down their sixtieth shot, and their minds foggy under the influence. "No." She said softly, and Mulder's mouth stopped immediately. He barely moved from her skin. "No?" He asked. "No," she said, pushing him away. She belayed the panic in his eyes with a seductive smirk. "Not until later." She leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Later, when I can feel the alcohol coursing in my veins and I can't wait any longer to feel you inside me. Later, when the most important thing will be the feel of our lips on one another and the alcohol has left us so senseless that we can't think of anything else. I want it to be dazed and sloppy and drunk and wonderful." To punctuate her words she ran her tongue around the crest of his ear. "I want this to be torture, Mulder. Sweet torture." She slowly moved away, and he rolled his head, cracking his neck. Then, his eyes bore into hers with a disturbing intensity. He moved his lips to her ear, and breathlessly spoke. "I like the sound of that." He moved his body so he wasn't touching her at all, then snaked his tongue out to caress her ear quickly before he said, "Torture." She smiled devilishly, craving contact once more. She wanted him so badly, and he had only been there for a short time. She wondered how it would feel after an hour of being near him, not touching him... Mulder busied himself with setting the shot glasses up and opening a bottle of Mike's. She loved the taste of Mike's. It wasn't too strong, but it wasn't too weak. It was a fun sort of drink, a drink that you could just enjoy drinking. A guilty pleasure to Scully. She walked into the living room and found Mulder staring at her fireplace. "You know Mulder, it occurs to me, that when you're over, there's almost always a fire going. And I just wanted to let you know that you'll be the one paying for the wood from now on. But just in case you're even thinking about it... don't you even dare. I'm already sweating just from walking around the apartment." "What can I say?" He laughed. "Fire is fun. And how can you be sweating? I see icicles forming on the windows!" His eyes held an evil gleam, although she knew that he was terrified of fire. As if reading her mind, he continued, "I may be afraid of it, but fire's also held a fascination for me." She strayed closer to him, stopping inches from his body and melting into his form. "There's a... an erotic, unpredictable quality about it. It's so fierce, so strong, has so much power, and yet, it can be so amazing and beautiful when you get to know it's properties." His hands strayed to tangle in her hair. "Just like you." She wanted him, wanted him so bad. They were free to explore each other as they sought to, but tonight was going to be a game. Scully rolled her head into his hands, and she moved her hands down the sides of Mulder's body, finally arriving at his ass with a surprising squeeze the made him jump. Scully gave him a seductive smile before turning away and breaking contact. She playfully padded from the living room to her bedroom, making sure to swing her hips just a little. The reflection in the bedroom mirror showed him practically drooling at the sight of her backside sauntering. She smiled. As she grabbed her digital clock, she suppressed a chill that ran straight to her core. Pausing for a second to gather herself, she sauntered back into the living room, and bent down to place the clock on the coffee table, taking her time and giving Mulder an exquisite view. Scully slowly turned, giving Mulder enough time to compose himself, and walked to him, pausing a few inches from him. Slowly, she whispered, "So, when do we start?" Adding a sultry lick of her lips for good measure. Mulder's face was not affected, he could bluff with the best of them. But Scully knew from the beads of perspiration she saw forming at his hairline, that he was dying to touch her. His eyes deadpanned into hers. "The sooner the better." Cockily he brushed past her and lifted the bottle of Mike's. He wagged his eyebrows at her, then leaned down and poured the two shots. He lifted one to her, and she joined him by the table. He peaked down at the clock, and then looked at her. They both took the shot, Mulder faster than Scully, but not by much. Scully had her eyes closed and her head held back for a second, exposing her pink flesh. Mulder felt feral, and wanted to dig his teeth into the softness there, leave his mark and claim her as his. All she did was look up into his eyes and wink. He wanted her, craved for her uncontrollably. It was nearly killing him to have to sit by her and not do anything. Then, he got preoccupied with the task at hand. They sat side by side on her couch, intently watching the clock in between pouring and gulping down shots. Another shot, and another and another. Before they knew it, thirty minutes had gone by and Scully was very wobbly. She had polished off two and a half bottles, as had Mulder. The sun had gone down, but the heat was still everywhere. The humidity in her apartment had shot up, and they were sweating slightly. The silent hum of the air conditioner had become a noisy sputtering now, but they barely noticed it. All Mulder could see was the sweat dripping from Scully's neck down through her shirt and imagined it dripping in between her breasts. He wanted to know what it tasted like, to lick it away and be the one to make her sweat even more. Scully watched as a slight sheen covered Mulder, making him look like a God. She saw the erection straining in his pants, and wondered how he was managing to keep away from her. He looked over at her and could see that her eyes were watering slightly. *Good,* he thought. *I can have my way with her later.* Little did he know that Scully was thinking the exact same thing. He was so aroused that it had become painful to sit in his previous position. Off in the distance there was a rumble of thunder. Scully heard it as she downed shot number 34. She prayed rain would accompany it to cool the air. She was uncomfortably sticky, but even she knew that the dampness she felt in her panties was not just her sweat. She looked over and saw Mulder pull his polo shirt out of his jeans, and pull it over his head. The sight of his body, slick and toned, clad only in a wife-beater was almost too much for her. The shots resumed, and as time increased Scully just got wetter and wetter. It came to the point that she was squirming on the couch, trying in vain not to touch herself or jump on Mulder. It was frustrating, but knowing what was to follow made it worth the wait. Mulder was having the same problem, but his mind was working. He wanted this torture that she had cooked up, too. Somehow, just waiting for each other was not enough. He wanted her to the point of being painfully aroused, but he wanted this to be maddening. Shot 40 gave him his opportunity. As Scully raised the shot glass to her lips with slightly shaky hands, thunder rumbled loudly right outside and startled her, making her spill her shot all over herself. Mulder dove for her, and his tongue was on her body. Quickly he removed her shirt, and lapped up the trail of sweet alcohol the dribbled down her chin, between her full breasts down to her belly button. Scully squirmed beneath him, thrusting her hips toward him and begging for release, but slowly he brought his tongue up her body to her ear instead. "Thanks for the body shot, Scully." He smiled devilishly, and returned to his side of the couch. Scully sat up, panting. She could still feel the trail his tongue had left on her. She could feel her inner core tingling, begging for release. Her body screamed that it wasn't fair, that she needed him now, but her fogged mind knew exactly what he was doing, and she liked it. She took a deep breath, and looked at Mulder from under heavy lids. She picked up the shot he had abandoned in favor for her lost one. With her free hand, she pushed Mulder back until he was lying on the couch. Cat-like, she crawled up on him until her pelvis teased his erection with calculated perfection. She drew his under shirt up until it was around his neck, and Mulder quickly peeled the sweat-laden cloth off, throwing it to the floor. "My turn." Scully purred as she poured the cool liquid on his flesh. She dribbled it from the corner of his mouth down to the top of his jeans. An elicit chill ran through his spine as he felt her tongue follow the path she had traced for herself, licking, nipping and kissing her way around his body. Instinctively he thrust his hips toward hers, but every time she moved away, keeping him insane with desire. With all the sweet liquor gone from his body, Scully happily jumped off of him to her side of the couch, looking at the clock, she poured herself another shot and downed it. "C'mon Mulder." She said lightly as he struggled to regain control, sitting himself up, "We missed one." Thunder boomed outside, but there was still no splatter of rain at the window. Mulder quickly downed a shot, and the clocked ticked over another minute. He was still one behind. Seeing his bottle was practically empty, he grabbed it and chugged the last shot and the light foam that had gathered from his rough handling. Gulping the shot down, he closed his eyes for a second, reminding himself why he was doing this. When he opened his eyes he saw that Scully had taken her last shot, and already gone to the fridge to get their next bottles. She carried them in, holding them at her sternum between her breasts, hoping it would cool her flesh. She could feel the AC upon her, and could hear the sputtering of the chilled air as it rose from the central air vents. Mulder gulped as he saw the peach satin and lace that was barely there, holding her luscious form. The next few shots were a blur. Mulder just wanted to get it over with. He wanted her, and now. He needed to have her, to feel her under him and around him and to explode in ecstasy with him. Scully concentrated on the sensations as she gulped down the sweet and tangy lemonade. "Come on Scully, we can do this. Just five more minutes, five more shots. We can do this." His head tipped back as he downed the lemonade. Just then, as he swallowed, the power went out. Scully's head shot up from where it had been resting on her legs. "What the hell?" She said, trying to stand, but her legs felt like they were made of rubber. And then they heard the thunder. It was a good few seconds before the lightning was visible, and it was followed by a huge crash. The pounding rain followed. It was no surprise, it had been coming all night, but it was finally here. Scully had hoped at least that the power would have stayed on. Mulder laughed. "Power's out." He stated, as if they both didn't already know that. He went into Scully's kitchen and retrieved some large candles from her cabinet. "Mulder, get back in here! Three more shots." There was a huge smile crossing her face, her bottle of Mike's in one hand, his in the other. He left the candles on the counter to go and join her. He took the bottle from her hand, but made no move to sit back down. His eyes bore into her as they consumed their fifty-eighth shot. Mulder wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but kept his eyes balanced on Scully's. He held out his hand to her lips and she went to take them, but he pulled them away quickly. He was taunting her again. Since the body shot they'd danced around and away from each other. Both made sure to take large, long gulps, bigger than that of a shot. They wouldn't have survived another encounter like that. The lightning lit up the room every few seconds, their sweaty forms were panting with need. They watched as sweat poured down the other's body, salivating at the prospect of finally being able to touch the other. Neither was sweating due to the heat, on the contrary actually. It was quite cool in the apartment. They were swaeting because they were focusing all of their power on not devoring the other whole. He had that devilish gleam in his eye. It made her knees go weaker than they already were, and she almost fell. She couldn't wait to get him into that bed. The throbbing between her legs was getting so very hard to ignore. Shot fifty-nine slid down their respective throats and Scully sputtered when she came up for air. Mulder chuckled. "Can't hold your liquor Scully?" He was swinging the almost-empty bottle in front of her face. Watching it was making her dizzy. "I can hold anything you can Mulder." Although the words had their intended effect, they came out slurred just a bit. She was so far gone that she could hardly stand anymore. And finally, finally... Shot sixty. A turning point. The climax to their night of drinking, or one of many. Their first power hour had been completed. Seven bottles each, fourteen in all. But neither of them cared to acknowledge that fact because the second the bottles were away from their lips... they were otherwise occupied. Their bodies meshed together in a sweaty mass of limbs. Scully fell almost limp in Mulder's arms as his hand caressed her breasts. In retaliation she snaked her arm between them and grabbed his cock through his jeans. The sensation made his knees weaken and he almost fell to the floor with her in his arms. She looked to his face and laughed out loud, a drunken, slurred, and incredibly sexy laugh. "Turn 'bout's fair play, baby." She slurred to him. She was arguably drunk, though not by a lot. With a bit of effort Scully made her way to Mulder's ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me now." She said as she sucked on his earlobe. "Uhhnnnn... Scully, sweetheart, if you do that this will be over before it's ever started." He pulled away from her embrace to look into her eyes. "What's say we take this party to the bedroom?" Mulder did not wait for a response. Very haphazardly, he lifted her into his arms, being very careful not to drop her. He walked steadily through her hall and into her bedroom, depositing her on the bed. She looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes. She watched as he reached his hands to the buttons on his jeans. She loved him in jeans, slung low on his hips, shoes off, and no shirt. She was practically drooling at the sight of him. His head was down as he concentrated on opening the button fly. Scully almost laughed out loud at the tough time he was having with the buttons. He finally divested himself of his pants and then his socks, until he was standing before her, like an angel, with only his boxers on. Another wave of arousal rushed south at the sight of his erection pushing at the thin cotton of his boxers. He walked slowly toward the bed at sat down on the edge of it, just out of reach of her eager hands. As she reached for him, he leaned over and kissed her, not putting too much pressure into it, but just enough to satisfy some of her growing hunger. Her arm came up and grabbed his face, pulling it down to cover hers more completely. Her tongue roughly invaded his mouth, and he was more than happy to oblige. His tongue tangled with hers, and he could hear the moans that she was emitting. This turned him on more, so he pushed his body up onto the bed more completely, and twined his legs with hers. "You're overdressed," Mulder moaned to her as his body covered hers. He craved contact; he needed to feel their sweaty skin on each other's. Her rough shorts were a disappointment as he craved to feel her, warm and moist beneath him. Her bra, as enticing and alluring as it was, was just another obstacle. It was beautiful, but nothing in comparison to what it housed. Scully just silently reclaimed his mouth with hers. After a few seconds of dueling tongues, she spoke into his mouth. "Why not do something about it?" and she raised her arms above her head and lifted her hips off the bed. Mulder kissed his way down to her breasts. "Maybe I will." He reached his arms behind her and expertly unhooked her bra. He used his nose to lift it off her breasts, exposing the hard pink nubs underneath. His hands gripped the bra from the back, and quickly slid it off of her. He rubbed his slightly stubbly cheeks against her porcelain skin, and it made every nerve in her body stand on end. The sensation sent a shock through her body, the need for stimulation, to feel his mouth on her, to feel him anywhere, was overwhelming. Mulder smiled at the reaction he had produced in her. He loved to see her writhe in ecstasy. He laid his cheek flat between her breasts, and lightly dragged it down until his nose was at the waist of her jean shorts. Mulder played with the soft skin there, letting his nose, mouth, and stubbly cheek tease her. Her hips began to buck wildly, and he felt her legs wrap around his torso. Moans and grunts escaped her lips, but all he could see was her neck peaking out from the valley of her breasts. He took his hands and almost roughly stopped the movement of her hips while his teeth undid the button and zipper of her jeans. He almost gasped when he saw the thin peach lace that he exposed. It almost couldn't be called underwear- it didn't cover anything. He saw her mound of red curls right through the lace. He let his tongue trace the vee he had exposed, still holding her hips down. Her upper body was thrashing, bucking for release. He slowly took his hands and pulled her shorts down to her knees. He took in the sight before him. Peach lace and satin and pure Dana Scully. He felt his cock jump in his boxers. He buried his nose in her, eliciting a gasping "Oh God!" from her. Quickly, he removed the final barrier between her and his skin. She helped him by kicking off the clothing when he got it to her feet, but pushed him down before he could touch her again. She straddled him, naked. He saw a glimmer in her eye, it was the total release she achieved so few times in her life, she wore a mischievous smile, and nothing else. She rubbed her hands up over his chest, and back down until the almost reached her. He could feel her dripping onto his abdomen. Now he was the one wriggling. She slid down his body and pulled his boxers from him. She looked at his bobbing cock as if it was a steak and she had not eaten in weeks. Hunched on all fours, she approached it, and rubbed her face to it. She felt it jump at the contact, and continued to move upwards, coaxing it with her flesh. She let it slide between her breasts and down her stomach. She could hear Mulder's breath coming in quick, short pants. She moved up farther until it was caressing her fiery curls, but stopped short of it reaching her moist center. "I think it likes me..." "Uh... huh." Mulder panted. He wasn't exactly thinking straight. A bit of precum gathered on the tip of his cock and she swooped down to lap it up with the tip of her tongue. She made sure to keep eye contact with him, because she knew that it turned him on. She then ran her tongue all the way around the head, bathing it slowly. Mulder let out a deep moan and began to thrust his hips at her. She cleverly avoided him. Every time he would thrust, she would move away and give him no more until he calmed down. Finally, Mulder calmed down. He gripped the comforter to delay his excitement. Scully's hair fell deliciously on his thighs, inadvertently tickling him. Scully slowly took him into her mouth and began sucking... hard. His cock was incredibly hard as she bathed it. She kept looking up at him, to make sure his eyes were open. She ran her tongue down his shaft and then came back up to suck on the head. His hips were jerking uncontrollably; he was unable to keep still. Mulder now began to whimper, trying not to come in Scully's mouth. She sensed this and lifted herself up and off of him. On the trip back up his body, she was sure to bathe him with her tongue, taking him even closer to the edge. Her tongue took up residence in his navel. After spending a good five minutes there, she moved up to his nipples, but only teased them, deciding that having Mulder be spent now would be of no good to her. Then she met his mouth. Their tongues tangled and teeth clashed as they each fought for dominance. Scully was struggling to get on top of Mulder, but he was pinning her down. He rolled her over until he was on top of her, his mouth working it's way over any exposed piece of flesh it could; mouth, cheek, neck and ears. He ground his pelvis into hers and took her hands in his, lifting her arms above her head and holding them there. He shuddered at the thought of her writhing underneath him, the deep moans escaping her throat sending bolts of electricity through him. "Unnnggghhhh," Came her guttural moan, forceful and frustrated, as he teased her by pressing his cock into her slick folds, rubbing only briefly before he pulled back. "Fuck," she breathed out as she said it, the four-letter word filled with passion and desire, laced with need. She used her head to push him off of her neck where he was sucking and biting. She looked up into his clouded eyes and took a deep breath. She licked her lips, and with intensity bored her eyes into Mulder. Seductively slurred, she spoke to him, "I want you, Mulder. I want you in me NOW. Fuck me, Mulder. Fuck me until I can't remember my name." Needing no more instruction, Mulder took action. He felt need surge through him, and quickly claimed her mouth in a furious kiss. His arms suddenly scooped Scully up, and deposited her on his lap. His cock was so maddeningly close to where she needed it, wanted it. With one quick move she straddled him, and quickly guided him into her. Before he knew it he was inside her, and the feeling almost sent him over the edge. He groaned into her lips and threw his head back. Mentally he slowed down, grateful that she hadn't moved since she took him in her. A few deep breaths and he was away from the edge, and ready. Even though she initiated the move, it had taken Scully by surprise, too. He filled her completely, and the feelings it set in motion for her were startling. She clutched Mulder, burying her head in his chest. A couple of deep breathes and she was ready. She tipped her head up as he tipped his down, and their eyes met. Mulder flipped them over so that he was the one on top. Like an animal he pushed into her with his pelvis, sending them flying down to the mattress. He landed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Mulder moaned lusciously as he began to slowly move in and out of her. Scully's hips pumped hard into his, tiny pants escaping her lips each time he filled her completely. "Oh yeah, oh Scully. Just like that baby." Every time he would slowly withdraw, she would let out a drawn out moan and almost scream when he pumped back in. Scully wrapped her legs tighter around Mulder's back, causing his rhythm to falter. His chest landed heavily upon her, their sweat mingling together as they gazed into each other's eyes. Mulder's mouth swooped down to claim Scully's in a hard but passionate kiss, stealing all of the breath from her body. Her hands that were resting on his shoulders now took up residence at his neck, pulling him deeper and deeper. Breaking the kiss, Mulder propped himself up on his elbows once more, and pushed forcefully back into her. She didn't moan this time, or scream, but she let out a delightful little sigh, and her eyes closed once more. Her hands went back onto his shoulders and he resumed pumping. His senses were heightened from the alcohol he had consumed. He could feel the drag of her on the way out and the sweet sensation of her enveloping him of the plunge back in. "That's it sweetheart," he purred into her ear. "Damn, you are so wet and tight," he groaned. "Unn, tell, tell me Mulder, ohhhh!" Scully's nails dug harshly into his back, leaving tiny crescent shaped marks in his tanned skin. She could feel the well-toned muscles of his back ripple against her hands and she arched harder into him. "Oh, I love you sweetheart. I love you so much. Love being inside of you!" He almost yelled, the pain she was causing from her nails was exquisite, only adding to the pleasure they were creating. "Oh, God! Mulder, I'm coming!" She yelled, her tiny hands wrapping around his neck and pulling his face down for a hard kiss. The hot kiss quickly exploded. Scully's alcohol flavored tongue probed his mouth, and she suddenly let out a forceful moan into his mouth just as he felt her hot, slick walls contract in on him. The feeling of her coming; coming around his cock, her tongue swirling in his mouth, her body convulsing beneath him; sent him over the abyss. He exploded into her, alternately groaning into her mouth and sucking on her tongue. Little by little, they slowed to a stop. Mulder placed small kisses on Scully's mouth murmuring to her, "Love you....so beautiful...wonderful." Scully lay there beneath him, panting from her intense orgasm, and rubbed her arms all over his body. Mulder slowly went to pull out, but Scully wouldn't let him. She ended up rolling them so they were on their sides, legs and arms still entwined, still joined. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as he absently traced her exposed breast. He enjoyed trying to coax a peak out of the sated nub, her beautiful, sweat glistened flesh. "Stay in me." She sleepily demanded. "I feel empty without you." His tongue lapped at her earlobe. "Mmmmmm.... and I feel, incomplete without you." They nuzzled each other, unable to stop. Though tired, there was a need for them to touch. Scully groaned, almost purring into Mulder's neck. She was wonderfully drunk, and she could still feel the pleasure coursing through her. She felt silly and out-there and happy, oh-so-happy. She felt his hands blazing fiery trails on her skin, caressing her in places that sent tingles down her spine. Their lovemaking had been everything she wanted; drunken, sloppy and wonderful. And suddenly she wanted him again. Through her liquor-induced fog, she rolled her hips, grinding them to his pelvis. She purred into him again. "Damn Scully, what do you want from me?" He laughed and rolled over so that she was on top of him. He stared tenderly at her for a moment, and the brought her face down slowly to meet his. His lips caressed hers gently and she responded, sliding her moist lips over his in a chaste kiss. Her hands began rubbing gently over his chest and his hands came up to caress her hips. Scully looked deep into his eyes, and smiled brightly when his hands came up to caress her cheeks. "I am so ridiculously in love with you." Mulder said, a chuckle escaping his lips as she flushed crimson. She broke contact with his eyes, smiled embarrassedly and looked down at his chest. She thought for a moment, and then sank into his eyes again. "Mulder, I know this sounds strange but... I can't tell you how much I love you. It... It's almost as if the word 'love' can't describe it, you know?" She paused for a moment, and then began to laugh. "Sorry for getting all sentimental, won't do it again, it's just... I've never expressed my... feelings towards anyone, truthfully I mean. I guess I need practice." "I think you're doing just fine. But if you think you need practice, I'll be sure to give you a lot of practice in the future." Mulder smiled and traced his pointer finger over her nose. Just when he finished she wiggled her nose like Tabitha from Bewitched, which made him laugh and strangely enough brought tears to his eyes. "What's wrong Mulder?" Scully asked, stroking his chin gently. "I just... I just keep thinking that this is all a dream that I'm going to wake up any minute and find myself on my couch. Find myself alone, without you. Find that I never told you, because this all feels too good to be true. It really does." A solitary tear streaked down his face and landed on the pillow. "I'll tell you what, if you ever wake up and find yourself alone, call me and I'll rectify that problem immediately. Got it?" She smiled and wiped the tears from his face. "Yes ma'am. Now, where were we? Oh yes!" She brought her lips down onto his and began to gently kiss his fears away. She kept the kisses chaste for a good few minutes, as Mulder kept trying to intensify them. Her hands laid softly on his neck as she kissed his eyes, his nose, and then his mouth once more. Her lips slid to his throat, where they took up residence for a good five minutes. Once she began sucking, she could feel him begin to stir inside of her again. She smiled against his neck and he chuckled a bit, feeling the quirk in her lips. She could feel the rumble of his laughter through his throat and surprisingly, it turned her on. She lifted her head and cocked it a bit, gauging his reaction. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. She smiled wickedly and clenched her internal muscles around him. He groaned out a bit. He was beginning to harden, slowly. She raked her nails down his chest and he broke out in a fine sheen of sweat, once more. Scully rose up and down slowly on Mulder's shaft and he tightened his grip on her hips, bringing him up and back down onto him hard. "Uh-uh, I want to make love to you sweetheart." Scully said quietly. Batting his cheek gently, she began her slow rocking motion again. Mulder was making nonsensical noises in the back of his throat. Scully let out a small noise of her own, which made Mulder crack his eyes open and look up at her. Scully quickly reached her peak once more, gripping Mulder's shoulders tightly to show him that she was about to come. Mulder grabbed her hips with strong hands and brought her down onto him hard, bringing one of her hands around quickly to brush across her clit, once, twice, and she was coming. She contracted hard around him, and she flung her body on top of his. She groaned passionately, and then began breathlessly mumbling into his ear. "Love, love you, Oh god...Love you Mulder...Love you so much..." Mulder never stopped moving her over him. He pounded his hips into her, sending waves of passion pulsing through her body over and over until she was hypersensitive to everything around her. Her hands tangled in his hair at the back of his neck. He kissed her neck and mumbled back to her, "I love you, Scully. I love you so much." Kiss. Thrust. "Love you Mulder..." Thrust. Kiss. "Oh, Scully, Love you" Thrust. Kiss. "Ahhhhhhhhh, Mulder!" Scully's body tensed, her head thrown back and the most amazing scream of passion escaping her lips. He felt her walls clench around him, tighter than he'd ever felt. That, and her whispers of love, sent him crashing into orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over and out of him. Scully's body lit a fire on his skin. He gathered her to him, trying in vein to get closer to her, to become one with her, and to prolong the pleasure. Slowly, they both came down from the high the release had caused. They were panting, locked together in passion. He moved slightly, causing him to inch out of her. He stopped when she whimpered with a mix of passion and pain. He tipped her chin up from the crook in his neck, "Scully?" She panted, "I'm fine." She smiled at him. "Hypersensitive, but fine." She stopped and closed her eyes. "No, not fine." Mulder caressed her cheek, worry creasing her face. "Wonderful. Amazing. Fulfilled. Loved and in love." "Oh, Scully," Mulder was so moved. He slowly withdrew from her, and then gathered her in his arms, spooning her. He kissed her right behind her ear, then settled her head right below his, in the crook of his neck where she fit so perfectly. He pulled her sated body to him, just tight enough to be an embrace, and whispered into her ear. "I'm so lucky, luckier than I'd ever thought I could be." "Correction, you just *got* luckier than you had ever got." She smiled and yawned and leaned backed against him a bit more. "That too. Mind if I sleep now? You really wore me out." Mulder yawned as well, tightening his grip on her waist. "Sleep now, there' always tomorrow Mulder." She laughed again and fell into a sated, and peaceful sleep. *END* END NOTES: Leslie: What can I say? I wasn't even going to write another IS. But I did, and you know why? Lauren. All of my thanks and love go out to her this time. And to think, she had never written smut before! I know! Can you believe that? It was a little rocky starting out, but it finally got finished and I think she did an absolutely WONDERFUL job, and I look forward to smutting it up with her in the future. ;-). So Lauren, here's to you! (Raises glass...) Love you babe! (Takes shot and passes out... finally.) Lauren: Well, (raising glass) here's to Leslie, who told me that I could write smut! Never thought I could, but I did it, and BOY it was fun! So thanks to her, whom I never would have done this without! Can't wait to write with you again babe! Hope you all enjoyed this, SEND FEEDBACK, PLEASE! And (clinks glass,), here's to more in the future! (Takes shot, joins Leslie on the floor.)