Title: Stop Me Author: Gina Rain (ginarain@aol.com) Category: MSR Rating: NC-17(sex) Spoilers: The Rain King Archive: Anywhere, just let me know Summary: Fate catches up with Mulder and Scully. Disclaimer: CC and Co. own it. Yada yada. Notes: Thank you, Sybil, for the beta and the cheerleading. ". . .The cow jumped over the moon. . . something, something, something. . . and the dish ran away with the spoon." Dana Scully opened one eye and looked down. Her partner was lying on the bed beside her with his head next to her feet and his feet next to her head. He was lying on his stomach with his face resting on a scrunched up pillow, watching basketball and reciting nursery rhymes. She nudged his tee-shirt clad shoulder with her bare toes. "Don't cheat," she said. "Recite it properly." "I don't remember the middle." "I thought you had a photographic memory?" "I guess the camera wasn't loaded that day. C'mon, Scully, tell me the words." " don't remember them." "Really?" "Yes. Really." "Oh," he sounded disappointed. "For some reason, I thought you'd be big on nursery rhymes." "Ah. You're buying into the perfect family fantasy again. Nursery rhymes and warm milk before bed. Actually, by the time I arrived, it was more 'go to bed right this instant, young lady' and 'don't make me tell you again' as my standard lullaby." Mulder dropped his head to the pillow. "I'm crushed." She smiled and closed her eyes. She knew how he felt. In a nursery rhyme world, cows attempted the impossible--and succeeded. In a fantasy world, families repeated the verse to inspire their children to aim high in their dreams. In Mulder and Scully's world, poor creatures took flight against their will and crash landed into a pile of hamburger. It was somewhat disheartening. A lot of things were disheartening. The past few days had been nothing short of odd. Even by their standards. After "solving" the case in a very strange manner, they basically attended a high school reunion. And as uncomfortable as these events could be for people who actually attended the school in question, Mulder and Scully should have been able to have a stress- free, pretty enjoyable time. It was sentimental, as they all are, but it was also rather sweet. Couples holding each other tightly, letting the memories of a time long gone sweep away the tension of the day's events. Old music, old friends, old loves. Mulder and Scully were the only ones not dancing. Like some chaperones for the prom. Don't dip into the punch; don't touch each other and for heaven's sake, don't let the kids grope each other in public. What they do at the beach later that evening is their parents' problem. But they weren't kids. Any of them. And Mulder and Scully were not officially working in any capacity at that point in time. And the music was just as familiar to them as it was to any one in that room. But Mulder didn't ask her. She didn't ask him. And both carefully avoided glancing in the other's direction lest they should find the other one expecting an invitation. Damn. They were an odd pair. And after standing around and watching others enjoy themselves, the partners packed up their things, went to Scully's motel room, checked their plane reservations for the following day and climbed into the same bed. One might expect that situation to be erotic. Or at least a bit romantic. She was in a summer weight pajama--tap pants instead of the long ones she usually had to spend an hour hemming. He was in his standard gray tee shirt and navy blue sweat pants. She was sort of trying to sleep. He was sort of watching a game on television. Such were the moments that fantasies were destroyed by. She felt Mulder roll over to the opposite edge of the king-sized bed and roll back towards her. "This is the bestest bed ever, Scully." "Bestest?" "Hey--no cow remnants. . .clean sheets. . . firm mattress. . . cute toes," he pinched her little toe to emphasize the point, "what more could a man want?" What more, indeed? She smiled again, never bothering to open her eyes, and shifted an inch to one side and then the other--burrowing into the mattress. She wasn't in the mood to watch television but wasn't going to spoil his fun by telling him to turn it off. Besides, she could sleep through almost anything. Now that Mulder had determined the 'bestitude' of the bed, she was sure he'd either relax with the game or fall asleep himself. She felt him shift again. He tentatively touched one finger to her middle toe and then ran it down to her heel. She curled all her toes in response. "Ticklish?" "No, Mulder. I'm not. Watch the game." He ran his finger back up her foot. "Mulder. . ."she said in warning. "Scully. . ." he responded in kind. He captured her big toe between his thumb and forefinger. "This little piggy went to market." Release. He grabbed her second toe. "This little piggy stayed home." Scully sat up and pulled her foot toward her body. " you stop?" "But I know the words to this one," he said as he winked at her. "I don't give a . . ."She took a deep breath and exhaled. "My feet are rather sensitive. ticklish--but sensitive. So just--watch the game and let me sleep? Please?" He nodded and she closed her eyes. Every single male she knew did this type of thing once in a while. Carried a joke beyond the point of reason. In a way she was lucky. Mulder didn't do it very often. But, this was not a joke to her. Mulder touching her feet was turning her on. This evening had been full of unrequited everything. It was slightly disappointing but manageable. She didn't want to have to deal with it in an aroused state. It would make life that much more pitiful. She took another breath and relaxed. He'd probably get bored staring at her and turn back to the game. But he didn't. She felt his lips softly kiss her little toe. A sweet, warm kiss that traveled right up her leg and delivered what she had been bemoaning the lack of: eroticism. In spades. But he was only doing it to be silly. Wasn't he? "Mulder, what I just say?" She sounded exactly like her mother and she knew it. 'Don't make me come down there' was just a breath away. As she glared at him, his expression changed from highly playful to serious. Not guilty. Not sad. Just serious. "I'm sorry," he said. "I am. If you want to kick me out of the bed, I understand. I could sleep in the tub or something." She didn't want him to be serious. She liked his playful side. Most of the time. But he wasn't just trying to be playful. What had she said before when he told her he was giving Holman advice on his love life? The blind leading the blind? Pot, meet kettle. Holman clumsily battled his way past his repressed emotions and had been rewarded with his heart's desire. Mulder had quite probably just made an attempt to do the same and had almost received a kick in the teeth in return. All because she could no longer recognize a "pass" for what it was. She crossed her right foot over her left ankle. "If you do one foot, you have to do the other. I like symmetry." He looked at her with a deer in the headlights expression on his face. He leaned down and gave the small toe of her right foot a quick peck and returned to his pillow. His eyes, once again, were intent on the game. Missed opportunities. Opportunities blown. Ah, well. It was her turn to diffuse the highly charged tension in the room and, this time, it was fairly easy. She turned away from him and before burrowing her head back into the pillow, quipped, "I guess now is not the time to mention the athlete's foot treatments I've been receiving." She felt his silent chuckle in the wavy motion of the mattress. All was right with the world. She could sleep. Mulder lowered the volume of the television and shifted again. It was like sleeping with a rocking horse. If he resumed the piggy game on her toes, would take the room with the dead cow. She braced herself but his warm hand landed on her ankle instead. He just kept it there for a moment and then slowly stroked up to the calf of her leg and back. Once the storm had stopped, it had turned into a very pleasant evening. Not overly warm; not overly cold. The warmth of his fingers was pleasant. Soothing. He probably was watching the game, using her smooth legs as a place to keep his hand, to burn up some excess energy, or reconnect after their awkward moment of a few minutes earlier. Wrong again. He moved his hands so one traveled up to her knee, while the other was at her ankle, then dipped his head and softly kissed the calf of her leg. Lord. Direct hit to her erogenous zone. She opened one eye; then the other, but was afraid to turn and look at him. When his tongue warmly ran over her flesh and his teeth scraped against her well-toned leg, she let out a completely involuntary gasp. She finally turned to look. His eyes were closed and he was moving his kisses up to her knee. He lifted his head long enough to whisper against her skin. "Just tell me to stop, Scully." "I will," she said, the response out of her mouth before any thought processes were involved. She felt his smile as he lifted his head slightly and pushed at her left side until she was lying flat on her back. "Mmmm. . .I like this better," he said. He ignored her thighs and went straight for her midsection--lifting her pajama top up a couple of inches and warming his lips on the flesh just above the waistband of her pants. Hands. She needed to do something with her hands. Having them clenched in fists at her side, while he was sucking on her belly seemed too belligerent. She placed one hand on his back, feeling the muscles of his shoulders ripple under her fingertips, while the other hand landed in his hair--pressing him closer. He pushed the pajama top up another couple of inches. "Mmmmm. . .stop me, Scully." "Yes, I will. I will," she said, encouraging his upward movement. She felt the warm, wet slide of his tongue as it passed under the curve of her breast. One hand left his head as she tried to push her pajama top up further. He lifted his head and looked in her eyes. Then, he shook his head from right to left--slowly. Once he warmed up to the situation, all traces of the guy long- out-of-practice disappeared. She was more than happy to let him take control. She was having a little difficulty getting her thoughts into any sort of order. They were randomly darting out at her, in between hormonal surges. She rested her hand on his other shoulder, as he slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. He slipped his hands underneath her body and lifted her into a seated position as she slid her arms around to his back. He laughed softly as he rested his head against her neck. "Are you stopping me now?" "No!" "Well, I can't exactly take off your top in this position, Scully." She unclenched the fingers holding the back of his tee shirt and dropped her hands to her side. He slid the silky material off her shoulders and she wiggled until it was an emerald green heap below her. She saw him move his hand to cup her breast, but she wanted something else first. She took the hem of his tee shirt and yanked in an upward direction. "Off?" he asked. "Off." He pulled the tee shirt off and reached over for her discarded pajama top. He dropped both of them on the floor by Scully's side of the bed. Mulder was on his haunches before her and she was sitting not six inches away from him. "Stop me, Scully?" "Later." And she slid her arms around his back again-- feeling her breasts against his chest. Scully felt her nipples tighten and peak against the slightly rough texture of his chest hair. She threw her head back slightly in order to lean further into the sensation and he used the opportunity to swoop down and latch his warm mouth to her neck. Another automatic groan came from deep within her and his movements became less sure. More random. His hands were pulling her closer while his mouth, tongue and teeth were everywhere: across her shoulder, back to her neck, up to her ear. His breathing was rapid and she could feel his heart beat right into her own chest. 'I don't know what to kiss first, Scully," he whispered, drawing her earlobe in his mouth-- sucking and then releasing. "Then don't." The answer came to her in a flash. "Don't kiss you?" She slid one hand down his back and stuck her fingers under the waistband of his sweat pants. She slowly kneaded the flesh of his firm behind and moved her body even closer to the erection that had been poking her in the stomach ever since she sat up. "You can kiss me all night. Later." Instead of doing many things all at once; do one thing really, really well. "Later," he repeated, disentangling himself from her limbs and stepping over her body and onto the floor. "Unless you stop me, of course," he said, pulling his sweatpants and boxers off. "Of course," she said, shimmying out of her tap pants and piling a few pillows behind her. He got back on the bed and each hand circled one of her ankles--his thumbs caressing the bone. Scully briefly wondered if he had a foot fetish but decided she didn't really care. He slid his hands up her ankles, past her calves and to her knees before gently spreading her legs and kneeling between them. Six years of foreplay. They had their moments: moments of deep, undying loyalty, affection, love, even lust. But it was always controlled. Sitting up--exposed and vulnerable before the exposed and vulnerable man she had let her life revolve around--well, it made the anticipation feel as if it would damned near kill her. "Mulder," she was sure Mulder never heard that breathy, low voice before. Because she was pretty sure she had never heard it come out of her mouth before. "Hmmm?" "Don't stop." He moved forward and positioned the head of his penis directly over her clitoris, then down toward her opening, then back up, lubricating himself with her own arousal. She shivered beneath him and gasped so sharply that he got into position quickly and then stopped to look up. His eyes found hers and locked as he began the slow slide home. She reached out and grabbed the forearms that were hovering slightly above her body and bit her lip--trying to keep the moans and groans and grasps that were trying to escape--confined. She suspected she might let out a wail of some sort, and she didn't want to scare him away at this particular moment. She released a deep breath when she knew he was fully inside her. She opened her eyes, not even remembering when she had closed them. He was staring at her with such warmth in his eyes. They reflected a softness, amidst the almost unbearable feeling of passion. He smiled and gave her a half nod, half come-hither look that she understood completely. She lifted her lips to his. Their first real kiss and in her attempt to reach, she managed to drive his penis into her just the slightest bit further. As if the kiss itself wouldn't have been memorable enough. The resulting moan went straight into his mouth and apparently down through his body. He started to move. In and out. Strong and sure. The exquisite friction was driving her into a frenzy; she suddenly wasn't sure she could be satisfied in this way alone, Scully so wanted the moment to be perfect but wasn't sure if he would "take care of it" or if she should sneak her hand between their bodies and help things along. She didn't have to bother. He hooked his arm under her knee, pushing it up toward her chest and increased his pace of thrusting at a new angle until she joined the ranks of fairy tale bovine and took a flying leap straight over the moon. A few seconds later, she sensed Mulder had followed the same path. By the time their breathing returned to a semi- normal state, Scully looked down and took stock of the situation. She saw Mulder--his nose against her left nipple--his arms straight out to the sides--in flying position--draped over her. He was still--technically--lying between her legs and one of her feet was flat against his thigh as she was sliding the sole of the other against his ass. Maybe she was the one with the foot fetish. A few pillows were on the ground, the formerly tucked in sheets were askew and the ration of body fluids in their respective bodies--as opposed to what was on the bed or on each other-- was severely diminished. Mulder moved his head and slowly ran his tongue over her nipple. He stopped his actions long enough to mutter, "You didn't stop me." "You promised me kisses later. I couldn't stop you until you delivered, could I?" "No." "Mulder?" "Hmmm?" he went back to her nipple--pulling more of the flesh into his mouth. "You're right. I think this may be the bestest bed ever." She watched him smile against her breast and once again found her hands pulling his body even closer to her own. Author's notes: Two words: fluctuating hormones. That's my story. That's my excuse. Thanks for reading. This was sort of in response to the Haven 5 W's challenge, and sort of in self-defense because I owed Sybil smut and I didn't want her coming after me! The challenge: WHO: Mulder and Scully WHAT: Their first time WHERE: Location location location WHEN: When did it happen? WHY: premeditated or spontaneous Your elements: Muldertoes (or any toes but mulder toes are the bestest) -- You have Mulder playing with Scully's toes. That counts. Scully being vocal (in any way) --you said ANY way. She was moaning a lot. the mulder lip--hey--there was a kiss that almost. . .well, lips were involved a 'wink' (I threw in one of those) Mission accomplished.