Title: Rapture
Author: Deia
Category: V, MSR, PWP
Rating: strong R
Feedback: [email protected]
Distribution: go ahead, just let me know
Spoilers: tiny one from "Theef"
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money from it.

As always many thanks my dearest Sallie for helping me and
making this story readable, but especially for your presence in my
life. You are the best friend someone can ask for. This story was
written for you as a belated birthday gift. Love you lots,
sweetheart.

Rapture

He likes to watch her. There are so many gestures, expressions,
actions, that he loves, but there is one he has always longed to see
more than any other. As she opens the connecting door, wearing a
deep green nightgown that leaves little to the imagination, he is
almost positive he won't have to yearn for it much longer.

He doesn't move from the spot where he is on the bed. She leans on
the doorway, and takes her time ravishing his body with her eyes.
When she notices the evidence of her effect on Mulder, her lips tug
upwards. Scully is pleased with herself.

She closes the connecting door with finality. She couldn't be
clearer about her intentions. And as he watches, she starts walking
towards him, with a smile he has never seen before, and a look in
her eyes that makes it hard to breathe.

Scully takes her time getting to him. His gaze falls upon the
hypnotizing sway of her hips, and he feels his mouth water. He
forces his eyes upwards, and is distracted by her breasts. Mulder
has to restrain himself from grabbing her to him. Even when Scully
is within reach, he still waits. He has been waiting for her
forever, and no matter how much he aches to touch her, Mulder knows
it's her show, and he'll happily follow her rules.  

Kneeling at his side on the bed, she locks her eyes on him, and
slowly slips the straps of her nightgown from her shoulders,
exposing her breasts. They are full, round and pale. Her small pink
nipples harden under his gaze, and he moans at the sight.

She looks pointedly at his t-shirt, and he obeys her silent command,
pulling it off. The smile is back on her face. Scully leans over him
and nibbles on his ear. Her breasts tease him, almost touching his
chest. When he makes a move to touch them however, she pulls
away. Mulder bites back a groan and closes his eyes.

When he feels her leaving the bed, his eyes snap open, afraid she
has changed her mind.

She hasn't. Instead, she slowly lifts the hem of her nightgown,
revealing her legs and thighs to him. The anticipation is killing
him, yet at the same time he can't remember ever having been this
turned on. She stops for a few seconds, before pulling the silky
garment over her hips.

The first thing he notices is her scent-- intoxicating, erotic,
heady Scully scent. He looks hungrily at her curls, wondering when
he will be able to bury his face in them, in her. While he is busy
staring at her, Scully finishes undressing, and stands before him
naked. Her hands move lazily over her body, caressing her thighs,
her belly, playing with those curls.

Mulder's breathing is labored, his hands flexing, his body on fire
while he watches her. She comes back to the bed, and straddles his
knees. Scully bends over him and gives his hips open mouthed kisses,
nuzzling the erection still covered by his boxers. She raises her
head just enough to allow herself to pull off that final piece of
clothing.

As her hands travel back over his legs, knees, and the inside of his
thighs, she licks him, closing her eyes, enjoying his flavor. When
she engulfs him with her mouth, and starts to suck his flesh, he
throws his head back, and clenches his jaw to keep from screaming.

His response to her makes Scully completely wild, and she starts
bucking her hips against his legs. She touches her breasts and
moans, sending shivers up his spine.

"Scully." It is the first word uttered since she entered the room,
and as choked as his voice is, the reverence in it is unmistakable.
She knows he is close, but she's not ready for it to end so soon.  

She makes her way slowly over his body, pausing only when she
reaches his lips. Scully devours his lips with the same passion she
used on his penis few minutes earlier.  

When he feels her wetness, Mulder grunts and grabs at her hips. It
is his first indulgence of the night. He has to touch her. He has to
feel every inch of her body. The need to wrap himself in her is too
overpowering to control.

Looking in her eyes, he finds there permission to touch and explore
her completely, to take what he has wanted for so long. But he will
do so much more than take. He'll give, too. He'll  cherish and
worship and adore. He will show her over and over again that for
him, she is perfection--the only woman who can fill every part of
him with warmth, and tenderness, and love.

Mulder flips her on her back, and starts to move down her body,
when she stops him, "Later. Right now, I want to feel you, all of
you, inside me. We'll have all night to play." The sound of her
voice, husky and seductive, adds to the rush he is already feeling.

Wasting no time, he guides himself into her. The feel of her
surrounding him alone could be his undoing, but he steels himself,
gritting his teeth, and squeezing his eyes shut. He is going to make
it last, if it's the last thing he does.

He waits a few seconds trying to bring himself under control, but
when Scully's hands make their way to his butt, urging him on, his
eyes shoot open. He is rewarded with a blinding smile, as she
arches her back, lost in the passion.

His thrusts are slow and deep, while his lips fasten themselves to
her neck. The sounds of their lovemaking mingle, as their
movements become more frenzied.

Finally, Scully falls apart in his arms, a low moan escaping her.
Tears fill her eyes as he finally allows his body to follow hers to
completion. Once he catches his breath, Mulder turns on his side
and cradles her body to his, kissing her forehead.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what happened, Scully? Why now,
why tonight?"

She looked into his eyes, and caressed his face lovingly, "I thought
it was time to stop.

"Stop what?"

"Keeping you guessing."