Defining Exactly by beduini

 

Rating:  NC-17 for sure

 

Category:  MSR Smut, PWP

 

Keywords:  Mulder/Scully/Relationship/Smut

 

Summary:  I think that's obvious.  Oh, you want more than that?  I

can't believe I wrote bathfic.

 

Archiving and Disclaimer:  Do you really want to?  Email me.

 

Dedicated to all who kept the energy up during the writing of "An

Alluring Indiscretion," especially Kimberly, Kerri, mab, Diana, and of

course, Karooni.  This is a point in time within that universe.

 

Thanks to Marty for the beta!

 

X*X*X*X*X

 

8:43 p.m.

 

"Did you get it?"  Mulder asked, hovering behind Scully anxiously as

she sat the brown paper grocery bag down on her kitchen table.

 

She kicked her shoes off and sat down hard on the Windsor chair

closest to her, letting out a soft, tired sigh as she reached in the

bag and pulled out the jar, holding it up over her shoulders for him

to see.

 

"Excellent!"  He exclaimed with a grin, taking the jar out of her hand

and carrying it over to the kitchen counter.  "It may seem like it's

just Ragu to you, Scully, but trust me.  When I'm finished, you'll be

begging me to let you lick the spoon."

 

She watched him twist open the jar and dump the contents into a

saucepan, stirring and whistling while he puttered around the warm

kitchen.  He was barefoot, wearing only his 501's and a tank top, and

his hair was still wet from a recent shower.

 

"What time did you get here, Mulder?"

 

He glanced over at her as he stirred.  "I've been here a couple of

hours.  I packed my bag this morning so I didn't have to go home

first, remember?"

 

"I remember that, but I was under the impression that you were going

to stay at work late and gather all of your notes on the Mathers

case."

 

"I already did that."  He pointed at a file folder just visible on the

coffee table in the living room.  "I brought it so you could look it

over before we present the final summary next week."

 

She looked over at the folder and sighed.  She'd been working overtime

helping out the Sci-Crime lab delete their backlog so that she could

return to the X-Files where she belonged, and she and Mulder had been

shuffling back and forth between his apartment and her apartment for

nearly three weeks.  She'd seen more sexual activity in those three

weeks than she had in the past seven years, and therefore, less sleep. 

That was just fine for Mulder - he seemed to thrive under those

conditions.

 

All in all, she was worn out.

 

Mulder had insisted on cooking her dinner and she'd been happy to

oblige him.  Of course, she had to stop at the store on the way home

to pick up most of the ingredients, since he hadn't yet learned what

kind of staple items she kept stocked in her own apartment.

 

Obviously, Ragu wasn't one of them.

 

He glanced over at her weary sigh and noticed the way she sat limply

in the chair, her eyes blank and unfocused.  His face softened, and he

stepped over to her, crouching down in front of her and taking one of

her hands in his.  "Hey, Scully, why don't you get comfortable.  This

is going to take a little while...you can grab a shower, kick back if

you want.  I'll call you when it's ready."

 

She closed her eyes and smiled.  Bless his heart.  She ran her fingers

down the side of his face in a gentle caress and he smiled, helping

her out of the chair.  He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and

she shuffled into the bathroom with a loud sigh.

 

Mulder heard her turn on the tap to the bathtub and grinned.  "None of

those lavender bath crystals, Scully!"  He called out to her.  "I

don't want you falling asleep in the middle of my dinner!"

 

X*X*X*X*X

 

9:07 p.m.

 

Scully eased herself into the warm bath and let out a contented sigh. 

Mulder had turned on the classical station on the stereo, and along

with busy noises in the kitchen, the soft sound of piano - Mozart, she

thought - was floating in.  She submerged her hair, smoothing it back

away from her face, closed her eyes and sighed again.  She was going

to lay there and zone out until the water turned cold.  Or, until

Mulder showed up with a glass of white wine.

 

It was the latter, of course.

 

"Thanks for the seeds."  He said with a smile, putting the lid down

and sitting on top of the toilet.  She surmised he must have found the

bag of sunflower seeds she'd picked up for him along with the Ragu.

 

She closed her eyes, letting the bath water envelope her.  "You're

welcome."  She said warmly.  He didn't move, and she looked up at him

after a moment.  "Are you finished cooking already?"

 

He took a sip of wine and swallowed, his lips wet from the action. 

"It needs to simmer for a while."

 

She closed her eyes again.  She heard the rustle of Mulder's clothing

as he moved and the strike of a match, followed by the smell of

sulfur.  A moment later, the brightness of the bathroom light no

longer filtered in through her eyelids and she opened her eyes to see

Mulder watching her through soft flickering candlelight.

 

"Better?"  He asked, taking another sip of wine.

 

She smiled at him.  "Mmmm."  She glanced at the glass of wine in his

hand, then back to his eyes, and he knelt down next to the tub,

holding the glass up to her lips for a sip.  "Thank you."  She said,

feeling the coolness of the wine slide down her throat.

 

Mulder sat the glass down on the tiled floor next to the tub and

dipped a finger into the water, tracing small circles along the

surface.  "Close your eyes."  He said softly, reaching for the seafoam

green bath puff in the tray next to the glycerine soap on the side of

the tub.

 

She did as he requested and felt the water lap gently against her skin

as he dipped the bath puff into the water.  He scrubbed the puff

against the glycerine soap creating a lather, then she felt the soft,

gentle glide of the bath puff slide from her shoulder down her arm.  

It was repeated on the other side.

 

"Nice?"  He asked as he moved the puff down her calf, trying not to

stir the water too much.

 

"Mmmmhmmm."  She replied, part humming and part sighing with a look of

contentment.  The wine was beginning to paint a warm trail down her

throat and into her stomach.

 

He smiled and moved down toward the end of the tub, rubbing the puff     

gently over the bottoms of her feet.  He let the puff fall to the

bottom of the tub and took a foot between his hands, gently massaging

her arches and her toes with his strong fingers.  She groaned as he

worked the sore muscles.

 

"You could wear more comfortable shoes."  He commented.

 

She smiled.  "Then I wouldn't get the pleasure of having you rub my

feet."

 

He laid her foot back in the water and picked up the other one, giving

it the same attention.  "And I wouldn't have the pleasure of getting

to rub your feet."

 

Before they'd become lovers, she knew he was prone to moments of

thoughtfulness, just as he had his moments of obliviousness.  She'd

had no idea just how sweet he could be, though.  Cooking her dinner,

giving her a bath, rubbing her feet.  He seemed genuinely happy to do

for her.  She was never comfortable being pampered, but she knew he

knew this, and as twisted as it might seem, because it made him happy

she allowed him the opportunity to indulge her once in a while.   

 

He placed her foot back in the water next to the other one and moved

back up to the top of the tub.  "More wine?"  He asked, picking up the

glass and taking a sip.

 

She nodded and he leaned over, brushing his lips against hers.  As she

opened her mouth, he let the liquid run from his mouth to hers,

followed by his tongue.  She lapped her tongue against his and broke

the kiss with a smile and a low giggle.  "I'd like all of my beverages

served that way from now on."

 

He chuckled, taking another sip of wine, swallowing it, and reached

between her legs into the tub to retrieve the bath puff from the

bottom.  He accidentally, or perhaps not so accidentally brushed up

against her vulva, dragging the puff over her abdomen and up her

chest, circling each breast.  Her eyes remained closed, but her lips

parted slightly and her knees spread just a bit so he took that as a

sign to continue.  He slid the puff back down her abdomen, and letting

it fall to the bottom once again, brushed his fingers over the folds

of her sex.

 

A soft breath escaped her lips and she let her legs fall open wider as

he touched her with whisper-soft strokes.  "Tell me how it feels,

Scully."  He said, his lips near her ear.

 

She licked her lips.  "Soft."  She replied.  "Arousing."

 

"But what does your arousal feel like?"  His voice was smooth, spoken

for the need to know more than to arouse, although he wanted both. 

His tone was soft...the atmosphere demanded it.

 

She licked her lips again and shifted slightly.  "It's like...warmth. 

A lingering warmth."

 

"Hot?"  He asked, his fingers continuing to tickle her without

pressure.

 

Her brow furrowed.  "No, not hot."  She inhaled through her nose and

shifted again.  "Not tingling or burning.  Not impatient or demanding. 

Lingering...um, teasing.  Leaving the desire for more."

 

His reply was nearly an octave lower, almost a growl.  "Do you want

more?"

 

She let out a long breath and soft groan.  "Mmmmmmmmm...yes."

 

With the introduction of her arousal, the fatigue of the day began to

fade away and she was feeling energized.  He applied a little more

pressure, moving his fingers in a wider circumference.  "Like that?"

 

She drew in a breath and let it out between parted lips.  "Yeah.  Oh,

that's nice."

 

As he slid his fingers against her sensitive skin, he watched her

face.  "Do you realize how lucky you are to be a woman, Scully?"

 

She smiled, opening one eye and looking at him briefly, then closing

it again.  "Why is that, Mulder?"  She knew his answer would be

amusing, if anything else.

 

He let his middle finger trace the opening of her vagina, teasing the

edges without sliding inside.  "You get all of the colors of the

rainbow.  We...we get black and white."

 

Licking her lips again and shifting as his middle finger continued to

tease her opening, she asked huskily, "How so?"

 

His voice was warm, like melting butter.  "Basically, we get aroused,

we get an erection, we find a way to stimulate the erection, then we

come and it's all over."

 

"You seem to be quite satisfied with black and white from what I've

observed."

 

He grinned, continuing his gentle teasing as he spoke.  "You, on the

other hand, can take your time, let it build.  You can come in gentle

waves, or hard, throbbing pulses, and everything in between, over and

over without end."

 

"Without end?"  She asked as she shifted impatiently under his teasing

fingers, her eyebrows raising although her eyes remained closed.  "I'm

afraid not, Mulder.  Multiple orgasms are part of the physiology, but

not to infinity.  A woman's body can become over-sensitized.  It needs 

rest, nourishment, time to heal..." She caught her breath as he

slipped his finger inside of her.

 

"What does that feel like?"  He asked, his face close to hers as he

moved his finger gently in and out.

 

Her mouth fell open.  "It...God.  It feels great."

 

He grinned.  "Define 'great.'"

 

She let out an impatient little snort and raised an eyebrow as she

looked up at him.  "Somewhere in the upper fifty percent, with nothing

being zero, and one hundred being your enormous penis."

 

He chuckled again, slipping another finger inside of her alongside the

first one, beaming.  "Now we're getting somewhere.  How's that?"

 

"Twice as nice."  She replied with a grin.  "You're closing in on the

upper seventy-five percent."

 

He rubbed his thumb over her clitoris as he moved his fingers in and

out of her slowly, and she let out a soft moan, her eyes closing once

again.  He had a goal in mind, and idea that had formed several weeks

ago during one of their earliest post-coital conversations.  "Tell me

what you like, Scully."

 

She caught her breath and let it out slowly, her fingers digging into

the cold porcelain at the tub's edge.  "I just did."

 

"No, I mean, of all of the ways you can reach orgasm, what's your

favorite?"  He applied a little more pressure, moving his fingers

deeper and she caught her breath again.

 

"You..." she paused, arching her back as he began circling her clit

with his thumb, "inside me all the way.  Your mouth on mine.  Doesn't

matter what the position is as long as I have those two things."

 

"You mean like this?"  He asked, covering her mouth with his as he

pushed his fingers deeper into her, applying steady pressure but not

moving.  Their tongues slid against each other and her fingers let go

of the tub's edge, wrapping around his upper arm.  After a moment, he

pulled back.  He knew she could do so much better than that.

 

She let out a soft gasp and a groan, opening her eyes halfway.  "Nice,

but not exactly."  She grabbed on to the edge of the tub again and

pushed back against his hand, urging him to introduce a little more

movement into the equation as the water lapped at the edges of the

tub.

 

He began a slow pace, watching her face intently and waiting for the

water to settle to a more gentle motion.  "Tell me, then, exactly."

 

She let out an impatient sigh and another low moan, closing her eyes

again.  "Alright, Mulder.  Since you're so curious this evening, I'll

give you an example that would qualify exactly."  She licked her lips,

taking a deep breath.  "You're sitting.  I'm on top of you, impaled on

you..."  She paused, considering how graphic she should be, and

decided to go with it.  "...impaled on your COCK, Mulder."  She

enunciated the word, making sure he knew she was doing it for his

benefit.  "My legs are wrapped around your hips.  Your arms are around

my back, holding me against you tightly.  My arms are around you, just

underneath your arms, and my hands are in your hair.  We're kissing." 

She paused again, listening to the sound of his labored breathing, and

a little smile played upon her lips, remembering a line from an old

Kevin Costner movie and improvising.  "Looooooooooong, wet, open-

mouthed kisses with tongue."

 

He was silent except for his quick breathing and the gentle sound of

slow moving water as his fingers stroked inside of her.  After a

moment she opened her eyes and looked at him.  His mouth was slightly

open and his eyes black and glassy.  "What does it feel like to you as

we're doing this?"  He asked, hoarsely.

 

She glanced down at his lap, seeing his erection straining against the

front of his jeans, and looked into his eyes.  Knowing the effect her

scenario was having on him, she went in for the kill.  Arching her

back like a porno star, she let out a soft moan.  "It feels soooooo

good.  You're so hard, and it's a tight fit but I'm so wet because of

you.  You're everywhere.  Inside of me and surrounding me.  You

overwhelm all of my senses.  The sound of your breathing.  The way you

taste.  The way you smell.  The way you feel.  The way you move.  The

knowledge that it's you doing it to me, Mulder, makes me insane."  She

heard his soft gasp as he mentally pictured the image, and with a

satisfied smile she pressed her body against his hand, urging once

again.

 

His hand stopped moving and he swallowed, watching her eyes.  "This

scenario...could it be on the floor?"  He asked her in between pants.

 

She breathed in and out a few times before replying, knowing the game

was now over.  "Yeah, the floor would be just fine."

 

He pulled his hand out from between her legs and stood, tearing open

the button fly of his jeans and shoving them down his hips along with

his briefs.  She watched his cock rise up, free from its restraints

and he pulled one leg out of his jeans, kicking them free of his other

ankle.  "C'mere, Scully."  He growled, reaching underneath her arms

and pulling her up and out of the tub before she could stand up.

 

She gasped as the air hit her wet skin, the gasp becoming a moan as he

wrapped his arms around her, her wet, air-chilled skin pressed against

the soft, thin cotton of his tank top.  He kissed her passionately,

holding her tightly against him, her slick skin making it impossible

for him to prevent her from sliding down his body until her feet

touched the floor.  He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands

sliding down her torso and his mouth planting wet, open-mouthed kisses

on her abdomen.  She pulled his tank top over his head and his hands

came to rest on her hips, urging her into his lap.  She straddled his

thighs and lowered herself, positioning his cock at her opening then

holding on to his shoulders as she sank down on him, both of them

groaning as her bottom came to rest on top of his thighs.  She shifted

her weight forward and slid her legs around his hips changing the

angle of penetration, and he spread his thighs a bit to accept the new

balance, wrapping his arms around her back to help support her.  Her

arms wrapped around his neck, her hands sliding up into his hair.

 

"Is this what you had in mind?"  He asked, panting hard as he looked

into her eyes.

 

She was breathing hard as well.  "Almost.  You forgot to kiss me."

 

He slid his mouth over hers, tongues dueling while their mouths joined

and re-joined at different angles.  "Now?"  He asked in-between nips,

his breath mingling with hers.

 

She tightened her legs around his waist and flexed her inner muscles,

feeling his cock jump inside of her reflexively in response.  "Yeah,

but one more thing."

 

"Whuzzat?"

 

"We're supposed to be fucking, Mulder."

 

She felt his cock jump again and he sucked in a deep breath.  "Jesus,

Scully!"  Hearing her talk that way wasn't going to make him last any

longer at this point, and his entire body began to shake.  He groaned,

his dominant side taking over as he held the back of her head and

shoved his tongue in her mouth as his hips began thrusting up against

her.  There was very little room for big movements and it was more

grinding than fucking, but whatever it was, it was working.  A keening

noise was rising up in her throat and a corresponding gutteral noise

emanated from his, the both of them rubbing against each other

frantically as the pressure built.

 

Scully pulled her mouth away from his, burying her head in the crook

of his neck and moaning "God!" as her orgasm hit.  Mulder was only

seconds behind her, gritting his teeth and making a sound that was

more like a battle cry than any intelligible word.  They moved against

each other until the spasms ceased, then she lifted her face to his

and they looked into each others' eyes, grinning.

 

"That was...very exact."  He said, and she chuckled, holding on to him

tightly.  Then he kissed her long and slow, their bodies still as

their mouths and their tongues moved languorously together. 

Eventually, he slipped out from between her thighs and she tucked her

legs underneath her, loosening her hold and standing carefully.

 

Smiling down at him, she held out a hand to help him off the floor.

 

X*X*X*X*X

 

10:13 p.m.

 

Mulder watched with amusement as Scully licked the last bit of sauce

off of her fork and laid it down on her empty plate.

 

"You were right, Mulder."  She said, pushing back from the table and

leaning back in her chair with a satisfied smile.  "It's fantastic. 

What's in the sauce?"

 

He grinned.  "It's a secret."

 

She looked at him a moment, her expression forcedly blank.  "It's

Ragu, Mulder.  How secret could it be?"

 

"Ragu is one of the ingredients, Scully.  It's not the only

ingredient."  He stared at her and wagged his eyebrows.

 

Her smile fell.  "You didn't..."

 

He laughed.  "Of course not!  What kind of a sick pervert do you think

I am, Scully?"

 

The smile returned to her lips.  "I KNOW what kind of a sick pervert

you are, Mulder.  But I love you anyway."

 

He leaned across the table with a serious look on his face and took

her hand in his, pulling her forward gently.  "That's the other thing

I forgot to do during your definition of the perfect orgasm."

 

Her eyebrows raised.  "What?"

 

"Tell you I love you."  He leaned in and kissed her, licking a bit of

sauce from the corner of her mouth.  Pulling back, he studied her face

a moment, his expression somber.  "I've never told another person this

before, Scully.  I'm telling you now because I trust you and I love

you.  More than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life."

 

Her face grew serious and she looked into his eyes, clasping her

fingers between his.  "What is it?"  Mulder always chose the most

unsuspecting moments to reveal the secrets of his heart.

 

He gazed at her a moment and took a breath, then let it out slowly. 

"Fennel."

 

She blinked at him several times, then raised her hand to smack him. 

He ducked, laughing, and grabbed it firmly, holding both hands between

his across the table and stealing a quick kiss from her lips.

 

"Jerk."  She muttered against his lips, feigning disgust but her lips

holding her smile.

 

"But you love me anyway."  He added, kissing her again.  "And I do

dishes."

 

He stood, throwing her an impish grin as he gathered the dirty dishes,

then carried them over to the sink.  She followed him, ducking under

his arm and sliding her arm around his waist.  "I'll do the dishes,

Mulder.  You cooked."

 

"No, you got sit down and relax.  Take a look at that file if you're

up to it."  He placed a quick kiss on her forehead and she smiled

gratefully, wandering into the living room and sitting down on the

sofa.

 

After a moment, Mulder's voice called to her from the kitchen.  "Hey,

Scully?"

 

"Yeah?"  She asked, her eyes never leaving the file.

 

"Want me to tell you what 'exactly' is my favorite way to see you

reach orgasm?"

 

She smiled, but didn't move from her seat on the sofa.  "Tomorrow,

Mulder."

 

 

fin

 

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Thanks to Dr. Atkins, subconsciously or otherwise, most of my fanfic

now carries strong food themes.