Title: Hot and Cold Author: nja (aka abracadabra) Rating: NC-17 for pure smut and mind candy Relationship: MSR Spoilers: None Summary: Summer in the City and our Agents try to stay cool... Disclaimer: Gillian Anderson owns herself and David Duchovny owns himself. The show "The X Files" is the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and FOX Broadcasting. Feedback: Please send all to abracadabra1754@hotmail.com Comments, comments and more comments only make me want to write more! This story is the result of sheer boredom at a work- related conference. Written: 5 March 2001 Hot and Cold by nja Middle of July Residence of Dana K. Scully ***:***:***:*** It's hot; damn hot. The AC is working; if you can call it that. It's doing nothing more than attempting to take the edge off the humidity but some of the oppressive heat is still there. I'd walk around naked if I thought it would help. As it is, I'm wearing the bottoms to my red 2-piece bathing suit and a spaghetti strap tank that's loose and floaty. I want something--make that something cold--and I want it all over me. Or, maybe I want to be in it. I briefly consider filling my tub with cold water and ice cubes, but the effect would be short-lived. Since my body heat would displace all of the ice and cold water...well, you get the picture. I want ice cream. I walk into the kitchen, the tile cool beneath my bare feet, and open the freezer. If it were bigger, I'd seriously consider climbing in. Now, I'm hot and disappointed; no ice cream! And it's all his fault. Mulder ate the last of my favorite flavor last week while we were working on a report here. So, that means he owes me; big time. ***:***:***:*** "Hello." "Mulder, it's hot." "I know, Scully." "This is your fault." Ok, I can see where this could be going. I consider myself rather intelligent. My partner is, too; usually. I have no idea why she's blaming me for the typical July, DC heat wave. But hell, I guess someone's got to take responsibility. Might as well be me. It'll just add to what she calls my 'guilt complex'. Besides, I wasn't doing anything except sitting around pouting about the heat and watching a video. Might as well talk to Scully. Especially since visions of a hot, bothered and slippery Scully are forming in my heat-prostrated mind. Oh, did I forget to mention, a hot, bothered, slippery and *angry* Scully? I tune back into current time long enough to ask her what I did (and, I refrain from adding, 'this time'.) She grumbles and whines about me eating her ice cream last week. I admit it freely; I ate her ice cream and it was very good. It was a new Ben & Jerry's flavor; creamy vanilla with swirls of dark chocolate goo and peanut butter. Don't know how those boys come up with the names but this one works for me, and obviously, for Scully. Scully is speaking in hot, staccato speech, "Mulder. Go. Get. Me. Ice cream. NOW." This is a side of Scully I don't often see, but I *do* know that the heat and humidity have a physiological and emotional effect on us all. I just get lazy and lethargic and want to lay around a lot. I tell her I'm on my way knowing that it's not just any flame red haired, blue-eyed, petite partner of mine I'd go out for on the hottest day of the summer. ***:***:***:*** Mulder's really going to get me ice cream. I was really hard on him but it was the heat speaking. Besides, Mulder and I are close enough that we can vent on each other. Okay, maybe this was a little more than venting; a little different, a little selfish. Yes, I really want the ice cream. There's something very exciting about putting something cold and tasty inside when you're hot on the outside. But I think I want Mulder to come over and keep me company. Why couldn't I just ask him? I know he would have said 'yes'. I almost think I let myself push him. I turn on the TV; something I hardly ever do. I flip to the Biography Channel. They're interviewing Chris Carter who writes some strange series. I change the channel. ***:***:***:*** I'm bracing myself for the wall of heat I know I'll hit when I leave my building. I change out of my denim shorts and into my cotton knit b-ball shorts and my Knicks muscle tee. I grab my Knicks cap, brim around back. I get rid of the running shoes; way too hot for today, and walk into my thong sandals. I'm sure that GQ Magazine will spot me for a new feature, 'G-Men in Bad Clothes'. I stop at the local market closest to Scully's apartment and get the last two containers of her favorite flavor. One container for us to eat and one to make up for the error of my ice cream eating ways. ***:***:***:*** Mulder and I take in each other at my open door. He's obviously sprinted here to keep the ice cream frozen; he's sweating. His hair's hanging in his eyes under his backwards cap. I stand on tiptoes, take it off and turn it around, putting it back on his head. He takes it off and shakes his head much as a dog shakes itself dry after a bath. I'm rewarded with the droplets... I put the cap back on him backwards. The look becomes him. He's been into lifting weights more often and I can see the results in hip upper body even under his damp muscle tee. Mulder looks at me as if he's trying to decide between a lick of the ice cream or me. I am suddenly all too aware of how I'm dressed; or undressed. I excuse myself and head for the bedroom to grab, oh, maybe a large winter coat. Mulder stops me with, 'Don't, Scully, you look just fine.' ***:***:***:*** We need to eat the ice cream before it melts. I take one carton of Ecstasy Schmekstasy to Scully's freezer. She pads into the kitchen and grabs two spoons. As I start looking for the bowls, she suggests we just eat it right out of the container. She wants the ice cream and she wants it now. We sit down across from each other at her kitchen table. She all but rips the cover off. She digs her spoon into the frozen confection and tells me Ecstasy is her favorite. My mind wanders. I, of course, not one to let a good solid sexually charged reply go by, have to comment. I ask her if any special type of ecstasy is her favorite. She puts the spoon of Ecstasy between her warm, full lips and raises an eyebrow at me. She's clearly enjoying the effects of Ecstasy in her mouth. ***:***:***:*** Mulder's watching me eat and enjoy my ice cream as if he's ready to devour me. He's forgotten to experience the Ecstasy himself, so I might have to help him. I place my hand over his and dig his spoon into the rapidly melting ice cream. He's still looking at me as I bring his hand holding his spoon to his mouth. He parts his lips just enough so the spoon can gain access and I slowly push it onto his waiting tongue. He covers my hand with his other hand and removes the spoon from his mouth. I drop my spoon and he drops his. ***:***:***:*** Our mutual love of Ecstasy isn't lost on me; or, it seems, on Scully. I slide my chair closer to hers so we're facing each other at the corner of the table. I dip two fingers into the ice cream and scoop up a nice portion with lots of peanut butter and chocolate. I put my thumb and forefinger on her chin and her mouth opens. I slide the ice cream into her mouth, smearing some of it on her lips on the way in. She smiles around my fingers in her mouth. Our eyes lock. Scully's fingers dip into the container and she smears ice cream on my nose and my lips. I laugh. I take my fingers out of her mouth. I reach my hand into the semi-frozen Ecstasy and move it toward her, ice cream dripping on the table and on her in the process. I think I intended it for her hot skin somewhere between her neck and her breasts. As my hand lands on her skin, I notice an instant reaction to the cold on her hot chest. As the ice cream touches her and wends its way over and under her flimsy tee, her nipples harden. Ice cream dripping from her lips, she looks down at the Ecstasy on her chest and nipples. A wicked, devilish look appears on Scully's face, a glint in her darkening blue eyes, a slight upward turn to the corners of her mouth, a decidedly deep flush rising in her cheeks. ***:***:***:*** Mulder's in a very playful mood and I want to come out and play...I also want to change the rules of this game a bit. I take the now soupy container of melted Ecstasy Schmekstasy and deposit it in the sink. I take the other container from the freezer. It needs to be warmed up a little. I stand slightly behind and to Mulder's right side. I lean over him and rest the still closed container on his muscle tee, which just happens to be covering his chest like a wrapper covering candy. Covering candy that I want to eat. He jumps at the shocking cold. I hold him in his seat. He holds the container. His now cold hand moves to my bare thigh. It's my turn to jump at the shocking cold in his very hot hand that doesn't leave my thigh. I lean forward just a bit and move the still cold Ecstasy to his lap. I am rewarded with a major reaction. ***:***:***:*** Scully moves the Ecstasy to my groin. I grip her harder, my fingers probing her warm inner thigh. I seem to be gasping large quantities of air as she applies some pressure to the container as it makes contact with my very obvious erection. She's smiling... I break contact with Scully's thigh and she sighs; audibly. I rip the cover off the ice cream container and plunge first hers and then my hand into the container. I set the container on the table and sit Scully on my lap facing the table. Her bathing suit bottom offers very little barrier to my now throbbing member. Her legs are parted over mine and she reaches her arms up and back, her hands holding my face. The Ecstasy is now on my face. ***:***:***:*** Mulder brings his Ecstasy hands up under my tee and covers my breasts in cold confection, rubbing his hands over my very hard and aching nipples. I hum his name rather loudly. He reaches forward to grab the container, his hand sinking inside the Ecstasy. He spreads it on my thighs and moves his fingers under the elastic near the vee of my legs. I respond by grinding my ass against his cock as seductively as I can. We've said about three sentences to each other since I demanded he buy me ice cream. Sometimes, talk is highly over-rated. ***:***:***:*** Scully's squirming and grinding and pushing and her head is laying back against me. My fingers find their way under the leg openings of her bathing suit bottoms and I press toward her very hot and very wet center. The bottoms fit her like a very sexy second skin; and they have to go. She leans forward toward the table and her firm, round ass lifts off of me. I slide the bottoms down slowly, my hands massaging her as I go. She turns toward me and I push her tee up off of her breasts. I lap at one and then the other nipple, tasting Ecstasy and Scully; not necessarily in that order. She sits back down and I stick my middle finger back into the ice cream and slowly plunge my Ecstasy-covered finger into her mouth. She licks and sucks the ice cream off my finger as my other middle finger slowly plunges into her steamy canal. ***:***:***:*** Mulder's trying; successfully, to make me lose control and I need to take control. I try; unsuccessfully, to get him to remove his fingers from inside me. He doesn't and I do. He doesn't remove his fingers and I do lose control. He takes the finger from my mouth. It joins his other hand between my legs. He pushes both fingers inside me and I moan so loudly I'm sure someone will call the DC PD. The sensations are totally overwhelming me; not that I'm complaining. Not that my voice would work if I wanted to complain. If I wanted to say much of anything other than his name and a few monosyllabic sounds. His tongue is in my ear, his teeth graze my earlobe. His fingers are still pushing in, pulling out and his thumb is now rubbing against my clit. ***:***:***:*** Scully's very turned on. Hell, I'm so turned on that I'm about to jump out of my skin. It we think the DC heat is unbearable, we have not yet experienced our own special Scully/MulderHeat. She shudders around my fingers and against my thumb and in my lap. Her inner thighs tighten against me and her head rolls from side to side against my chest. I slide my hands onto her thighs and rub her still shaking legs. I gently help her stand and I quickly lose my shorts and boxers. She turns around and tells me she needs to sit down. She sits onto my very upright shaft, sliding me into her. We look at each other with sheer ecstasy in our eyes and lots of sticky ice cream on many other areas of our bodies. Scully's hands find their way up under my tee and her fingernails graze my nipples. I am both senseless and breathless; a not unpleasant state of being. She then moves her hands out from under my tee, to my shoulders. She starts to kiss my lips lightly and quickly. ***:***:***:*** Mulder's hands grab my ass, fingers separating my cheeks, guiding me up and down; faster, thrusting deeper. My legs grip and tighten around his legs and hips. I bite his neck and tongue his Adam's Apple. Mulder cries out into my hair as we both climax. As we ride out the waves, I thank Mulder for bringing me Ecstasy Schmekstasy. ~~The End~~