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Title: Do Me With It III: Dinner

Author: Adrienne <davephile@yahoo.com>

Date: July 22, 2000

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: none

Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully

Keywords: Mulder/Scully, VRA, PWP

Archive: Anywhere!

Summary: The long-awaited third part of a

trilogy; Mulder and Scully have dinner.

Author's notes: I would like to thank the

members of the Heathers smut list for helping

me out when I was totally out of really unique

ideas; it still took me FN forever to finish

this story. Orange Tabby, thanks for giving me

this specific scenario... a good idea that I

should have followed up on long ago. I'd also

like to thank the bad bunny for "inspiring" me

out of this writer's block I've had for three

months.

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris

Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. Jell-O No Bake

Cheesecake is property of Kraft, however, I'm

sure their sales will go up after people read

this... HOWEVER, I am personally making no money

from this whatsoever. Martini & Rossi Asti

Spumante champagne is not my invention either

but damn is it good. (I am really not getting

paid for this.) I did, however, invent the

rose.

http://petpede.tripod.com

 

Dinner was wonderful.

 

Mulder had been researching what to cook for

weeks, which basically consisted of deciding

what would be hardest to burn in the oven,

collecting the ingredients and deciding on a

Friday night appropriate for his gourmet

skills to be showcased. He hadn't told her

what he was making, and she was more than

surprised when she came out of the bedroom to

find the table aglow with the soft flickering

light of two candles, a single rose in a vase

between them. At each place setting was a

plate of manicotti and garden salad.

 

He had been walking toward the table with a

basket of French bread, toasted in the oven.

"It's a little burned on the edges," he said

with a wide, sheepish grin, "but the smoke

alarm didn't go off."

 

"It's wonderful." Scully smiled, pulling him

into an embrace. She kissed him softly and

looked again at his seemingly perfect

creations. "I'm impressed."

 

"You should be, Scully... I worked my ass off on

this," he answered, pulling her tighter around

the waist. She slid her hand around his thigh

and grabbed his rear, jiggling him.

 

"Nah...it's still there," she said, arching her

eyebrows. He laughed softly and nudged her

toward the table.

 

"Sit," he insisted, walking her over and

pulling out her chair. Scully sat down and he

pushed her up to the table, whipping the cloth

napkin from the place setting and laying it in

her lap. She watched as he sat across from her

with a bigger smile, pouring them each a glass

of Asti.

 

And they had dined on the pasta and salad--the

manicotti a bit too salty, the salad a little

wilted, but any imperfections were overlooked

as they lost themselves in a bit more

relaxation than they were used to nowadays.

Scully's stomach was more than full, but as he

was clearing the table Mulder insisted that

they had to have some of his newly concocted

cheesecake.

 

"Jell-O?" Scully asked with a knowing smile,

taking a breath and rubbing her tummy a bit.

 

"No Bake," he added, grinning and pulling it

out of the fridge. She laughed softly and he

set the cheesecake on the counter to pull her

out of her chair. He slid his arms around her

waist, kissing her mouth and running his lips

softly down her neck.

 

"Oh, so you want *me* to serve dessert," she

sighed. "I guess it's only fair."

 

"Well," he said, running his hands up her

back, "not really."

 

She heard the zipper on the back of her dress

before she had a chance to reply. He pulled it

gently down, letting the sides fall free,

exposing her back.

 

"Hmmm." Scully felt her breath catch as he ran

his fingers up her spine. "Not really, huh?"

 

His fingers traveled along her shoulders and

pushed the straps of the dress down her arms

to make it slide down her body. It was now a

black pile on the floor, and she stood before

him in her black bra and panties, looking at

him expectantly until he sighed a smile.

 

"Trust me," he said softly as he took her

hand, kissing the top of it. Her smile widened

as she tilted her head to the side slightly.

Returning the tilt of her head with his own,

he bent at the knees, lifted her up by her

hips and placed her on the table. Then he took

a clean cloth napkin and folded it, placing it

on the table behind her. "Lie down."

 

She felt herself growing more excited by the

moment, but kept composure by raising her

eyebrows and lying back on the tablecloth, the

back of her head resting on the napkin. He

picked up the cheesecake pan and brought it

over to the table, taking the spatula and

picking up a medium-sized piece of the

dessert.

 

"Mulder," she said as she watched him hold it

above her, "what are you--"

 

"Eating," he interrupted as he pressed the

spatula against her stomach, sliding the

cheesecake off with his finger. She gasped as

the coldness sent tingles over her skin. Then

he retrieved a bowl of strawberry filling and

began to spoon it out.

 

"Mulder, is that cold toooo-hooohoooyes it is,

oh yes," she whispered as she felt the cold

filling drip from the top of the cheesecake

onto her skin. "Cold stuff."

 

"I'm sorry," he said, smiling through his

apology. He pulled her chair to the side of

the table and sat down next to her, bringing

his face to her stomach and sliding his tongue

through a trail of strawberry filling that was

making its way down her side. She shivered,

squirming a bit on the table. Then he opened

his mouth wide, taking in a corner of the

cheesecake by scraping his bottom teeth

against her skin. Closing her eyes, she put

her hand on his head and sighed.

 

Mulder consumed the cheesecake bite by bite,

licking up the remnants with slow circles of

his tongue, gathering up portions with his

teeth and swallowing slowly. "Mmmm," he said,

his voice lower. "Very good."

 

"I wouldn't know," she answered, tugging at

his hair gently. He smiled and used two

fingers to take a piece of the cheesecake to

her lips. Scully opened her mouth and he slid

the cheesecake in slowly. She sucked it off

his fingers, whirling her tongue around. She

felt a little more satisfaction as he began to

breathe more heavily.

 

Mulder pulled his fingers away with long

breath out and pressed his mouth against her

stomach, sucking up the last bit of cheesecake

and cleaning her off with long tongue strokes.

Then he moved his mouth up to kiss her, his

tongue strawberry-flavored and sliding easily

past her lips. "Keep your eyes closed," he

said softly. She nodded a little and felt him

get up and move away.

 

It wasn't long until he was seated again.

"What do you have?" she asked, her inquisitive

mind eager to know what she would feel next.

Suddenly, she felt drips of cold liquid land

in the middle of her stomach and slide to her

belly button.

 

"Just a little something to drink," Mulder

answered as he poured a bit more champagne on

her skin. She gasped as it flowed down, filled

up her belly button and bubbled there. It

cascaded down her sides, the little rivers

growing as he let half of the flute empty onto

her body. Mulder quickly bent his head to lap

up the champagne. He pressed the side of his

face against her side and let it trickle down

into his open mouth, flicking his tongue

against her. Licking up to her belly button,

he placed his mouth over it and worked each

drop of champagne out with his tongue, making

her moan.

 

"You want to know where else I'm going to put

this?" he asked her softly, his breath against

her stomach. He pulled at the side of her

panties and she lifted her hips a little bit,

feeling little electric currents rush from her

head to her feet as he pulled them off.

 

"I could take... a good guess," she breathed,

feeling him move near her feet as he sat at

his chair. He tipped the flute and let the

champagne pour between her legs, cold and

fizzy. It felt as if it was working its way

into her sensitive flesh, seeking out whatever

was warm and damp and turning it cold and wet.

 

Mulder took his tongue and followed the

champagne deep into her folds. Scully moaned

softly, her hands instinctively grabbing for

his head and pulling him closer. Teasing her,

he gathered the liquid into his mouth, each

bit tasting more like her as he spilled it

over her. Mulder opened her lips a little

wider to pour a slender, cold stream directly

onto her clit, making her pull his hair with a

whimper and louder moan as he quickly massaged

it back to warmth between his lips. He groaned

as he sucked the champagne off her clit and

her inner lips, slowly getting drunk off of

her.

 

His eyes grazed over her body--up her stomach,

her chest housing baited breath, over her

still-clothed breasts and up to her eyelids as

they fluttered with each flick of his tongue.

He ran it through the last bit of champagne,

up and down in her cleft until the flute was

empty. Then his tongue searched out every

drop, dipping inside of her and rolling

around, feeling hot wetness on his mouth, then

pressing hard against her and sliding up

through tender skin. The chill from the liquid

was gone; the heat of her arousal had

overpowered it.

 

He found the center of that arousal, the

little throbbing bundle of nerves that made

her flinch with ecstasy when he grabbed it

between his lips again and began sucking and

flicking in a desire-soaked frenzy to hear her

more, to watch and feel her come under his

mouth. Scully released a whimpering growl,

grabbing his hair and pulling, releasing and

then grabbing the sides of the table as she

writhed her hips against his relentless

torments. He pressed his hands against the

table, steadying it as rubbed his tongue

against her. She bucked up with a loud moan,

her cries mounting until she finally succumbed

to him and came, panting and grinding against

Mulder's face.

 

He smiled and licked up her sweetness,

watching as her body shuddered and gently fell

back to the table. He got up and plucked the

rose from its vase, sitting again in the chair

by her side and running his fingers lightly up

the bottom edge of her bra to find the tiny

front clasp between her breasts. He undid it

and they fell loose; he couldn't resist

running his thumb over each peaked nipple to

make her sigh.

 

Taking the rose by its stem, he ran the half-

open bloom of the flower across her jaw. 

Scully smiled. "It tickles," she whispered,

tilting her head away. He smiled, his heart

racing in his chest as he ran the soft petals

down her neck and over her collarbone, between

her breasts and over each of them in a slow

exploration of her body. Scully felt tingles

from every nerve that it touched; it tickled

her already-sensitive skin and made her inner

muscles twitch a little more than she was used

to after coming.

 

Mulder's eyes followed the rose across her

skin as he circled her breasts and retreated

down her side. "You're so beautiful," he

murmured, and she felt herself flush at the

remark like it was the first time he'd said

it. Scully felt the petals graze over her

thigh, past her knee and down her calf; her

body began to relax, but she ached to feel him

inside of her.

 

"You know what I want?" she whispered, opening

her eyes and watching his averted gaze. He

glanced at her, a smile forming as he nodded

and ran the rose between her legs. She gasped

and he tossed it away with a wiggle of his

eyebrows.

 

"You want it right here?" he asked, his boyish

tone making her smile.

 

"You think we'll break the table?" she

countered, her smile turning into a more

devious grin. Mulder laughed and patted the

oak through the tablecloth.

 

"It's pretty sturdy... what's a new table,

anyway?" he asked as he undid his belt. She

watched his fingers as he unzipped his pants

and let them drop to the ground. His

excitement was audible in his voice and

certainly visible in his shorts. Scully ran

her hand up against it, making him breathe in

deeply.

 

"Come here," she said gently, plucking at his

waistband. Mulder stepped out of his shoes and

pants, tugging down his shorts, and tried to

hide his eagerness as he pushed away the chair

from its place at the end of the table. He ran

his hands up her legs, feeling himself get

harder as he approached her damp warmth.

 

"I'll come *here*," he laughed, his voice

husky. She sat up and pulled his head near to

kiss him deeply. Their tongues slid against

each other as he pulled her thighs to either

side of his hips. Reaching down between them,

he directed himself into her and pushed in,

sliding easily into her heat. She groaned,

kissing him harder. Their teeth gnashed

together and he thrust into her then, making

her whimper into his mouth.

 

Scully grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails

deeply into his tanned flesh. He groaned,

thrusting a little more quickly and feeling

her tense around him. "It's not... going to

last..." he whispered between kisses.

 

"Harder," she groaned, "I don't care, I don't

care..."

 

He pushed into her and she leaned back on her

hands, feeling him slide in and out faster,

hard and heated. She began to whimper with

each of his movements and he echoed them with

deeper, lower ones.

 

"Scully yeah," he panted as he felt a growing

ache deep inside of him. "Yeah, Scully...

ohhhyeah..."

 

"Yeah come on, Mulder, come on," she

whispered, breathless, feeling him fuck her

harder and watching him shudder, his eyes

squeezing shut as he groaned her name, deep

and guttural, and came.

 

"OhGODyeah..." He thrust long, hard strokes into

her and she bit her lip to keep from

screaming. Then he suddenly pulled her off the

table, letting her feet drop to the floor and

pulling out of her all at once. "Scully turn

around, please please, please," he whispered

urgently. She did so and he pulled her ass to

him, pushing between her legs quickly and

entering her with one deep thrust.

 

"JessssusMulderyeah," she cried out, pushing

her hips back against him. He began the same

rapid strokes in and out of her as before,

reaching in front of her and rubbing her clit

frantically with two fingers. Almost

instantly, Scully felt herself building toward

another climax as he bent her more over the

table. She grabbed onto it, feeling her body

slide back and forth against the tablecloth.

Soon the table squeaks were inaudible; all she

could hear was her breath, her whimpers, her

moans...his breath, his groans and his balls

slapping up against her harder and harder.

 

"Sculllyyyy," he groaned, using his free hand

to slam her hips back against his body. She

moaned, his hard-pressed fingers against her

clit rubbing harder and faster until she felt

her muscles spasm around him.

 

"MulderohMulderyeahohhhhyeah," she cried, her

voice higher as she came hard, tingles

spreading like buckshot through her body. He

slowed his rubbing as she writhed against him;

he kept pumping into her a few more minutes

until he came again with a whimper of her

name.

 

They breathed for what seemed like the first

time in minutes. He lay down on her gently,

feeling her trembling around his cock and

under his body. She felt relaxed under his

weight.

 

"Good dinner," she whispered finally, and he

laughed, pulling away. She stood up and turned

to him, hugging him tightly and feeling their

sweaty bodies meld together. "That champagne

was good... what you did with it."

 

"You?" he asked, and she laughed softly. "I

don't know what was better--you or the

champagne."

 

Scully slapped his arm. "Well then, we'll see

who you get to sleep with tonight." At that,

she turned and started toward the bedroom.

 

"Scully," he laughed, watching her walk away.

"Hey." She kept on walking. "Scully... Scully!"

 

"...Scully?"

 

Mulder took one last look at the champagne

before running toward the half-closed bedroom

door.

 

the end