From: Rebecca Compeau <dkmulder@juno.com>

Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 17:18:36 -0400

Subject: NEW: Night at the Pertri's, A

Source: direct

Title: A Night at the Petri's Author: Soleil Compeau

Summary: Scully watches while Mulder takes a shower.

Category: UST

Spoilers: missing scene from Arcadia

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: Not only am I shamelessly using Chris Carter's characters

without permission or hope of profit, but they seem to faring BETTER at

my hands.

I knew Mulder was taking a shower, but I had to get into the bathroom,

just for a second. I had left my cup of tea on the sink earlier, and it

was cooling fast. I was sure I could snag it. I just had to make sure I

moved quietly, so as not to make any noise. Mulder wouldn't really mind

my intruding on his space like this, but he would never let me forget it.

He couldn't seem to back off on the innuendo on this case. It was

rattling me and really beginning to upset me.

When I eased the bathroom door open, steam billowed thickly around me. I

paused to adjust before taking three cautious steps forward. My eyes

focused on my goal but then I took an involuntary look towards the

shower. Damnit! I had forgotten that this one had a sliding door instead

of a curtain.

Suddenly the brief image from that glimpse transferred itself from my

eyeballs to my brain. Coupled with a soft moan from the man under the

spray, it was enough to stop me in my tracks. I looked over again,

slowly, to confirm what I thought I had seen. Yes, I could easily make

out Mulder's body through the frosted glass. One hand was braced on the

back wall of the tub, while with the other he was...touching...himself.

He was making soft, almost purring, groans as his hand moved slowly back

and forth. I was hypnotized by the sight; I literally couldn't move,

couldn't breathe. Despite the slight distortion, I could clearly see his

thumb sweeping over the sensitive crown of his penis on every upstroke.

Electric tingles raced up my spine. My thighs felt as if they were

melting. I continued to watch him.

Mulder stopped suddenly. Oh shit! Did he know I was here? Then I saw the

way his fist was gripping the base of his erection. He was simply trying

to draw out his pleasure and make it last.

His pleasure. Oh my God. He started pumping himself again, faster now. I

could hear his harsh breathing above the pounding of the water. This

glimpse of my passionate partner masturbating was dangerous, sinful, and

almost unbearably erotic. With a start, I realized I was on the verge of

climbing in there with him. I would wrap my arms around his waist from

behind and place both my hands over his considerable length. Mulder would

jerk in shock, then arch back into me, pushing himself into my tight

grip. Just then I heard him speak.

"Oh Scully...Dana...God yes."

Oh. My. God. I *have* to get out of here! He's *fantasizing* about ME!

But oh I want to watch him so badly. I want to hear and see his orgasm.

He's very close now. His hand is stroking so fast. With his other hand he

reaches down and fondles his balls.

I'm going to melt right into the floor. Mulder's cries are louder and

more frantic now. He sounds sooo sexy. It makes me wish I could see his

face a little better. I'm curious what kind of expression he's wearing.

Are his eyes shut tight and his teeth clenched? Or are those beautiful

hazel orbs a bit dazed looking while lips turn down in a grimace? I bet

his forehead is furrowed and that cute crease is there between his

eyebrows.

"Aaah, aaah, aaah!" he throws his head back, hips jerking hard. I nearly

scream with him. My lower body is one huge throb of Mulderwant. He stands

there a moment, hand still wrapped around his slowly softening penis. His

head hangs down nearly to his chest, he's taking in great gulps of air.

I snap out of it. Very shortly, he's going to shake off his post-orgasmic

lethargy and hear me. I retreat silently and quickly, and pace around the

bedroom. I forgot my tea! It doesn't matter, I'm so horny I can barely

think straight anyway.

He said my name. He *moaned* my name, right before he came. He *came*

thinking about me! Mulder thinks about me sexually. No, no, no. I can't

do this. It's unprofessional. We're on a case. My eyes fall on the bed

and I turn away in terror.

I rush to my chest of drawers, searching frantically for something,

anything, to repel him. Something to make me look ugly. Aha! My flannel

pajamas! And here's my new avocado face mask. Green goo should do the

trick nicely. Now all I have to do is get through the evening and the

rest of the night with those sounds, those images, burned into my brain.

It's going to be a long night.

So...should I do a sequel? One where Mulder maybe catches Scully touching

herself? Hmmm? Let me know at DKMulder@juno.com