From: ZzariarazZ <zzariarazz@aol.com>

Date: 14 Feb 1999 22:01:20 GMT

Subject: NEW: Fondue, 1/1 by Jenna Caplan

 

Title: Fondue

Author: Jenna Caplan (ZzariarazZ@aol.com)

Spoilers: none

Rating: a strong NC-17

Distribution: Gossamer, anywhere else. Just let me know. :)

Summary: Behold the power of cheese.

Author's note: Here's a fun little ditty for the holiday weekend. Enjoy!

 

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 Fondue 1/1

 

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Scully unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside, her arms full of

groceries. Kicking off her shoes, she stumbled into the kitchen and over to the

table; once there, she dropped the paper bags with a loud thump. She sighed and

relaxed into a chair nearby.

 

The day had been...stressful, in a word. Mulder had been his usual self;

annoying to the point of being unbearably sexy. All day, she'd watched him

flirt on the phone with women he was "doing background checks on", while

chewing on his lower lip and emitting the occasional throaty chuckle. She'd

been trying to keep her mind on the job, but her eyes kept drifting over to

that wet, swollen lower lip of his and she kept wondering what it tasted

like...

 

Her cheeks grew red as she remembered the low whimper that had somehow found

its way out of her mouth while she'd been on the phone with a disgruntled

businessman. She hadn't meant it; but she wasn't surprised that it had been

audible. She'd been playing a particularly wet fantasy through her mind at the

time, one that involved Mulder and the new black lingerie she'd recently

purchased. Not Victoria's Secret, mind you; that was too obvious, and not-

well, not naughty enough. No, she'd bought the black shelf bra and transparent

panties set at a small, darkly lit, out-of-the-way boutique that specialized in

purposely revealing undergarments. It had been on a whim; she saw the set and

had thought, that's it. That's what I want to be wearing when I screw Mulder.

The thought had popped in there, unbidden, and she'd been startled by it; but

never one to contradict instinct, she ran right in and bought the set.

 

In body, she'd been sitting there today, on the phone. In mind, she'd been

worlds away, in naughty lingerie, with Mulder. She didn't even realize that

she'd moaned until the man she was on the phone with barked a sharp, "Excuse

me?"

 

"What?" she'd answered, confused.

 

"What was that you just did?" he'd said.

 

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're-"

 

"You moaned into my ear. Is this really the FBI? Is this a phone-sex agency?

Are you really an agent, or are you just some pervert?"

 

She'd realized before his sentence was out what had happened, and hurriedly set

about covering it up. "No, no, sir. No-  no I-  no, I didn't mean-  it wasn't-

sir?  Sir?" She'd hung up the phone, disgusted with herself.

 

She sighed and began unpacking the groceries. After work, she'd had the most

inexplicable craving for cheese, and she'd immediately gone to the store to get

some. Now she unpacked brick after brick of cheddar, jack, and Swiss cheese. As

she began putting them away into her nearly empty refrigerator, she sighed and

rubbed her eyes.

 

It was a bad day, Dana, she thought. Cheese isn't going to make a difference.

 

She walked into her living room, kicking off her shoes and laying down on her

couch. The incredible headache she'd had all day wasn't getting any better.

Especially not after spending twenty dollars on cheese.

 

A knock on her door jarred her out of the sleep that was close to coming, and

she groaned and raised herself up on her elbows. "Who is it?" she called,

annoyed.

 

"S'me."

 

She was up and off her couch in a flash, headache forgotten. Opening the door,

she found Mulder standing there, hands in pockets, with his head down.

 

"Mulder, what is it?" she asked.

 

"Can I come in?" he said.

 

"Yeah, of course," Scully replied, opening the door wide and stepping aside. He

loped in and sat down on her couch.

 

She turned around after shutting the door in time to see him grab up the

remote.

 

"Mulder, no, wait-" she said quickly.

 

Too late. Mulder flicked on the TV. The sound came on before the picture;

excessive moans filled the room, and the porn movie fuzzed into view, showing a

man and a woman fornicating graphically on the screen.

 

Mulder could have lit up a pitch-black room with his smile. "Well, well," he

said, getting up and crossing over to her. "Look what we have here."

 

Scully had her face in her hands, her head shaking.

 

"It looks like we have more in common than meets the eye," Mulder said,

chuckling.

 

"Mulder, I was not watching that," she said emphatically, her headache

beginning to return.

 

"Oh really," Mulder said skeptically, folding his arms across his chest.

 

"Yeah, really," she said. "The cable guy came over recently, and I left before

he was done. He must have flicked it on," she said.

 

"Then why were you so quick to tell me not to turn on the TV, unless you knew

it was there?"

 

Scully stopped, her mouth open.

 

"Ah-ha." Mulder smirked.

 

Scully sighed and, walking over, clicked off the TV. "Okay, okay, so I have a

life other than what you thought my life was. Is that such a crime?"

 

"No," he said. "No, not at all. In fact, I'm glad that we now have something to

talk about outside of work. I think this little discovery has really opened up

new doors in our relationship."

 

Scully felt something happen in her mind. She knew he was only talking about

their working relationship, but she found herself wanting it to be so much

more; and the more she thought about it...

 

The hungrier she became.

 

Hungry? she thought. I'm in love with a man who just might want me as much as I

want him, and I'm hungry? Where the hell did that come from?

 

Of course, as mentioned before, she was never one to contradict instinct; as

such, she walked into the kitchen, beckoning Mulder to follow her. He did, and

soon she stood in front of her refrigerator, with him sitting in the chair by

the table in front of her.

 

"Mulder, are you hungry?" she asked, opening the refrigerator and leaning down

to look.

 

"Scully, you know that the way to a man's heart is through his mouth," he

answered.

 

"Well," she said, backing out with her arms full of cheese, "I'm not much of a

cook, and my fridge is almost empty, but I'll see what I can do." She turned

around to see him straighten up with a sheepish look.

 

Was he just checking out my ass? Scully wondered. His eyes moved everywhere

except to meet hers, landing on the cheese in her arms.

 

"Got a dairy fetish?" he said.

 

"I had a craving this afternoon," she replied, setting the cheese on the table.

 

"Scully, you know what we could do? We could make fondue." Mulder grinned

mischievously.

 

Scully raised an eyebrow at him. "Mulder, we need a recipe to make fondue. It's

not just melted cheese in a pan, you know."

 

He got up and started rummaging through her cupboards. "I know that. Me and my

sister used to make this incredible stuff when we were little. You melt a whole

bunch of cheese in a big pan and then you mix salsa in. We used to call it

fondue, and we'd spear bread on skewers and stick it in the stuff. It's

amazing, Scully." His voice sounded like a little boy's as he went on and on

about the divine dip. After looking for about five minutes, he came down with a

smile on his face and a jar of Pace Picante in his hand.

 

"Mulder, where did you find that?" she asked incredulously, having no

preconceived notion as to how a jar of salsa had found its way into her Instant

Jell-O Pudding-filled cupboard.

 

"In your cupboard. Don't ask me how it got there, I don't live here," he said

as he went about getting a pan from underneath the stove.

 

Scully watched as he sliced blocks on cheese into the pan, filling it with

Cheddar and Jack. When he'd sliced three bricks, he hauled the pan over to the

stove, set it on one of her rarely-used burners, and turned on the gas.

 

"Now we wait, Scully," he said, looking at her excitedly.

 

"Mulder, I don't have any fondue bread," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

 

His face looked disappointed for about two seconds before it lit up again. He

walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a loaf of wheat bread. "We could

use this," he said. "Now, we just need a couple of forks, and we're all set."

 

Scully watched as he went over to the pan on the stove and stirred the cheese,

which was, by now, almost all melted. He opened the jar of salsa and poured it

in slowly, stirring as he did. When he was finished, he pulled out a large bowl

from the cupboard next to him, and poured the liquidy orange substance into it.

 

Scully walked over and stood next to him. He pulled a chunk of bread off the

loaf and stuck it securely on the fork before handing it to her.

 

"Okay, Scully, now here are the rules," he said while holding her wrist,

preventing her from sticking the fork in the steaming, delicious-smelling dip.

 

"Rules?" Scully said, annoyed. Her stomach was growling loudly, and she could

feel her craving for cheese returning full force.

 

"Yeah," he said, his voice low. "If you drop the bread in the cheese, you have

to kiss the person on your left."

 

Scully smiled and looked up at him. "And what if there's no one to my left?"

she asked.

 

His eyes shifted and took on an almost perverted gaze. "Then you have to kiss

the person nearest to you."

 

"That sounds fair," she said. He let go of her wrist, and she lowered the fork

into the fondue. It sank in slowly, pushing its way through the thick mixture,

and she swirled it around a little, catching more and more of the cheese on the

bread. She removed it, and, her eyes on Mulder's, raised it to her mouth. Her

lips opened wide, and she touched her tongue gently to the edge before

surrounding the fork with her mouth and closing her eyes. She then pulled it

out and licked her lips.

 

"Wow, Mulder," she said. "You're right. It is incredible."

 

Mulder was staring at her, his mouth open.

 

"What?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

 

"Nothing," he replied. His voice shook, and she noticed it with a grin of

satisfaction.

 

"It's your turn, Mulder," she said, handing him the fork. He took it, and their

fingers grazed. They both jumped.

 

"Sorry," Mulder said. He broke off another piece of bread and speared it on the

fork, then pushed it quickly into the bowl. He began to pull it out when a

shocked expression crossed his face. Scully peered over the side of the bowl to

see his small chunk of bread swimming in the cheese.

 

Mulder looked down at her and smiled. "Rules are rules, Scully," he said.

 

She looked back up at him, her expression a mixture of want and fear. Deciding

they'd get nowhere just standing there, she stood up on her tiptoes and gave

him a peck on the cheek.

 

Or at least she meant to. He turned his head at just the right moment, and she

found herself pressing her lips against his soft ones, her breath mingling with

his. He caught her arms in his hands and held her up to him, tilting his head

slightly. She broke away, breathing hard, and stared at him, her eyes wide and

shocked.

 

He wound a hand through her hair and put his other hand on the small of her

back, keeping her close. They stared at eachother.

 

And then she put her hands on the side of his face and kissed him, her tongue

pushing into his mouth. He tasted wonderful, and she found herself thrusting

her tongue as far in as she could go, exploring and pushing and swirling, while

his tongue sucked at her teeth and tasted the remnants of the salsa and cheese.

 

They sank down to the floor. She laid on top of him and his hands roved all

over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass; she threaded her

hands through his hair and kissed a slow trail down his neck. He groaned as her

small hands reached between them and found his zipper, pulling it down.

 

"Wait, Scully," he said, pulling away from her, but keeping his hands tightly

on her waist.

 

"What?" she breathed, panting.

 

He sat up. "Should we really be doing this?"

 

She smiled at him. "Do you want to?"

 

"Is the pope Catholic?" he joked.

 

"Then yes, we should be doing this. We're two consenting adults. We can do

whatever we want." She kissed him again, and he rolled on top of her, crushing

her breasts with his chest. He pulled off and began tugging at the hem of her

shirt. She stopped him with her hands.

 

"Hang on a sec," she said, rolling out from under him and standing up. "I've

got something I want to show you." She beckoned him with her finger, and he

followed her across the apartment into her bedroom. Once there, she sat him

down on the bed.

 

"Stay there," she said. "I'll be right back."

 

Mulder was almost out of his mind with lust, and it took everything he had not

to jump up off the bed and grab her. But he stayed where he was.

 

After about five minutes, Scully emerged from the bathroom wearing a black

transparent negligee. She walked over to him and sat down on his lap, her arms

encircling his neck, and kissed him gently. He broke the kiss, leaned back, and

removed the wisp of fabric to reveal a black shelf bra and transparent black

panties. He grinned with delight and looked at Scully.

 

"Do you like it?" she asked him, smiling.

 

"It's beautiful. You're beautiful," he said. He lowered his mouth down to her

exposed breasts and traced the line and curve with his tongue; the touch sent

ripples of heat cascading across her skin and made her moan with pleasure. He

continued his gentle path until he reached her nipple; there he closed his

mouth around it and sucked, swirling his tongue around the puckered skin. His

hands went around to her back and slipped the hooks of the bra free expertly,

making Scully wonder just how much practice he'd had in the past.

 

She moved off of him and kneeled on the bed, pulling his t-shirt up and off his

arms. His chest was amazing; hard and soft and smooth all at the same time. She

ran her hands over his back, marveling at how flawless he was. He moved down

and kissed her, pushing her onto her back, and moved his hands farther down her

body to remove her panties. They came off easily. He stroked her wetness for a

moment before slipping a finger inside her. She gasped and moved against him,

pushing him farther in.

 

"Do you like it?" he whispered into her hair.

 

"Is the pope Catholic?" she answered, then laughed. He unbuttoned his pants and

pulled then off with the help of her legs. His cock pressed against her belly,

large and hard, and she gasped again. Her small hands moved between them and

grasped it, stroking it from the base all the way up to the tip. He groaned and

ground his hips into her belly. She kissed him, her tongue plundering his soft,

wet mouth, and he pulled back for a moment before sliding into her.

 

He filled her perfectly. Every part of him fit and joined with her exactly, so

much so that Scully wondered if they were born to be together. He moved into a

rhythm, his strokes quick and fast; her tongue mimicked his movements inside

his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body, coming so hard and

fast that she could see her orgasm approaching even before it hit. When it did,

she buried her face in his shoulder and screamed his name as the world exploded

in light and color. In her haze, she could feel him tighten and release his

stream inside her; the warmth and wetness flooding her only heightened her

pleasure, and she rocked for minutes, for hours, for years. For ever.

 

After the feeling subsided, he lay on top of her, asleep. She relished the

feeling of his heaviness pressing down on her, and she soon fell asleep, too.

Her last thought before drifting off into a dreamy slumber was that they'd

better put that cheese away before it went bad.

 

 

End 1/1

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Additional note: Again, just a little smutcake to tide you over before the

shower scene in "One Son". If you want a sequel, email me and I'll write a

sequel...

 

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