From: Rose Vanden Eynden To: X Whispers Fanfic Smut List Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: Cheekies, In the Night (1/) by Char Chaffin and Avalon Date: Thursday, October 25, 2001 7:23 AM "Cheekies, In the Night" (sequel to "Cheekies, Wet With Rain") By Char Chaffin and Avalon Category: MSR, PWP Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Well, we treat our clones properly and they NEVER refuse to come back for another season... 'nuff said! Author notes: At the end of the Cheekies... DEDICATION: To our Darling Paige, on her Birthday!! THANKS TO: Tess and Steph, for quick beta and much enthusiasm - to Gail for the title suggestion, and to the members of IWTB, who always get a charge out of De Love... Part 1, Mulder POV (Char) Part 2, Scully POV (Avalon) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Cheekies, In the Night - Part One" "Mulder." "Hmpfhh..." "Mulder... come on." "Pffmmmph, don' wanna." "MULDER! UP. Now. We have a meeting in ten minutes!" "Oh, shit... c'mon, Scully. I'm so tired -" "And whose fault is THAT, huh?" It was the superior tone in her voice that snapped me out of my exhausted stupor. I raised my head from the desk and gaped at her. Whose fault -! Jesus, such a brat. She knows exactly whose fault it was. First she baits me into making a goofy bet with her, then drags me out into the frigging rain in the middle of the first good and solid sleep I've had in weeks... I pushed back my chair and stood up, advancing on my smirking partner. As I advanced she retreated, until I had her backed up against the wall. I pressed myself into her, feeling all of me awakening in a hurry. I growled into her ear, "YOUR fault, Scully. All your fault. Who yanked me out of a warm bed at the damn crack of dawn; out in the rain?" I let myself rub against her and I could feel her break out in a shuddering sweat, as she sucked in a breath. I grinned down into her flushed face, knowing just how sensitive Scully's body can be, especially fully-clothed. But she still managed to retort in an even voice, right in my ear. "Who shoved me up against a tree and nailed me to the bark... with Woody the Wonder Prick?" I groaned softly at the stunning visual her words raised, and bent into her face, taking her lips and drinking them down eagerly, tongue, tonsils and all - before releasing her enough to give it right back to her. "And who ran me upstairs, tossed my wet ass onto the floor and proceeded to suck my skin right off my body, not to mention the bark right off Woody?" With every word I ground into her mouth I was grinding my body into her, affording the Wood-Man ample opportunity to do his heat-seeking thing... with great results. Scully relaxed against the wall and every muscle softened and melted into me. I shoved a knee between her thighs and caught her on my leg, making her ride me. She squeaked out a little moan-gasp, and her fingers dug into my shoulders as I pressed on her center. She was damp; I could feel it through the fine wool of my slacks. She would leave a spot behind, when I let her down and allowed her feet to touch the floor... God, I hoped so. Nothing was more of a turn-on for me than a glimpse of Scully's lust - even if it landed on my most expensive suit. I would hang the pants up in my apartment, and forever preserve that damp spot. One man's lady-juices become erotic art on the wall... I didn't even care if I sported that spot all through the meeting scheduled for... three minutes from now?? Shit! With one more hard press against her, and an equally-hard and deep kiss to her mouth, I let Scully off my thigh and she slid down into the wall with her head falling back and her eyes mere slits of hot blue need. God, so gorgeous... how the hell I was going to concentrate on a damn meeting - and not daydream about all the delicious things I would do to my woman, as soon as I got her home tonight... It never failed. I did it to myself every time - and one of these days our boss was going to call us out, but until then, I was planning on enjoying the torture. I murmured into Scully's hair, close to her ear. "No time for play, Baby. Jeez, pull yourself together! We've got a meeting, y'know." I let her go, then grabbed her arm and dragged her off toward the door. As we zipped down the hallway, Scully in front with my guiding hand in her back, as usual - her nasty mumble floated back to me. "One of these days, Mulder... I swear I'm gonna kill you - with great enjoyment." I snickered as we jumped into the elevator. "Ooh, baby, baby... I love it when you talk mean to me. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get your chance, tonight..." ******************** This has been one of the best evenings I've had in a long time... and not just because I've spent it in bed with the woman I adore, finding new and special ways to drive her out of her mind. It's been great because of purely selfish reasons, for me. I've kept Scully on pins and needles all evening, and although she's acted very cool about it I know she's been waiting for me to pounce. I admit it - I set her up. It started this morning in our office when I pinned her between my raging gonads and the wall, hung her up on my thigh and rubbed her, front and center. My form of punishment for awakening me and forcing on me the dumbest damn meeting I've had the displeasure of attending. God! I sat there yawning and fighting a losing battle to keep my eyes open, while some clown from Procurement droned on and on about new per diem rates and regulations. At one point I chanced a peek at Skinner; he was dozing off in blatant view of everyone. The best moment of that meeting from Hell was seeing Kimberly poke her boss so hard he almost fell out of his chair... I about bit my tongue off to keep from laughing out loud. I couldn't refrain from bounding up out of my chair when the meeting finally ended; impolite as can be but I was anxious to get the hell out of there and run back down to the basement, my partner in tow. We made it to the elevator and got the doors closed before I spun her toward the back, whipped my arms around her and started in on her again. Her muffled, "MUL -!" was swallowed up in one hell of a tongue-fest, compliments of my starving mouth. Three floors down; we didn't come up for air once... I finally let her go and managed to whisper a strangled threat into her little pink ear, before the doors opened and we headed to our office. "Tonight, baby. Your cheekies are MINE..." All day long I've been teasing her. A brush of my body up against hers as I passed her on my way to the file cabinet, managing to rub all the good parts of me against the choice bits of her. Her little hitch of a moan floating up out of her mouth and into my ear was so, so sweet. Standing way too close to her in line when we went to the deli for lunch; 'accidentally' burying my nose in the back of her hair when she stepped up to pay. The hand I placed just a little too low on her back, as we walked back to the office. The almost- constant grin on my face when her muttered, "Mulder, so help me..." echoed back to me as we neared the Hoover building. The way I crowded her in the elevator we took up to the parking level at the end of the day and the sucked-in breath I heard her gulp when my hand slipped off her shoulder and 'fell' against her left breast, as I wished her a very polite farewell at her car. Of course we both knew she'd be coming over. A formality, one we perform every night. Not that I think anyone gives a ripping shit - I'd bet everyone knows we're together in every sense of the word. It's like another shared tease, between us - and I took full advantage of it earlier today when I opened her car door and helped her inside and tucked her trench coat around her knees - then tucked my roving hand between her legs, when she was fidgeting with her seat-belt and her hands couldn't slap mine away. And I laughed out loud when she gritted her teeth and hissed out, "MULDER! Dammit!..." I leaned in close and pretended to assist her in shutting the door, unable to resist one more taunt. "Just a few more hours, Scully. I'm going to make you pay for everything you did to me, last night..." ********************* Bed-time, at last. I finished brushing my teeth and came out of the bathroom, whistling under my breath a bit. I glanced over at Scully, standing by the bed struggling with a caught zipper on her slacks. With a soft, "Here, let me help you," I moved behind her and carefully untangled a few loose threads from the zipper teeth, managing to get her un-stuck without ruining the material. She stood quietly under my hands but her entire body was tense, and I could feel the largest grin breaking over my face. I was so glad she couldn't see it; she'd kill me. I finished helping her out and murmured, "All done," and I stepped carefully away after nothing more sexual than giving her shoulder a light pat. I moved to my side of the bed and climbed in - and I left my shorts on. As I pulled the covers up over my legs I saw the confused look on Scully's face, but she didn't say anything - she just tugged her slacks off and walked slowly into the bathroom emerging about five minutes later with her nightshirt on. She took her place on the other side of the bed and got under the covers. I raised an arm for her and she snuggled against my side, one hand resting in its usual place along the side of my neck. I turned my face to her pillow and kissed her lips very sweetly, whispering, "I'm so wiped out... G'night, Baby." I could hear the suspicion and some confusion in her voice when she replied. "Night, Mulder..." We kissed again and whispered soft endearments; I let my body relax fully, allowing every muscle to soften and melt down into the sheets. It wasn't easy. Scully in a silky nightshirt with equally silken legs pressing alongside of mine... smelling faintly of the heady perfume she always wore each day... Jesus. I had to think of horrible things to keep from rolling over onto her and swallowing her whole. I was determined to take her by surprise, later on in the night. I finally managed to control myself - and my traitorous body - by recalling some of the highlights of last week's History Channel expose` on the 'Black Plague of Europe'... Oh yeah. That did it; edged off the worst of my lust. And though I never dozed off I knew my even breathing fooled her. It took almost twenty minutes before her own breath deepened and I knew she'd fallen asleep, her hand going slack against my shoulder. Looking back, I suppose I should have known better... With a tiny night light on in the bathroom there was just a shadow of illumination in the room, enough for me to see the outline of Scully's face. Keeping my eyes on her I reached under the covers with my free hand and carefully slipped out of my shorts, pushing them away with my feet. So far so good... she hadn't moved. I kept my arm beneath her as relaxed as possible and brought my body over hers; gently urged her thighs to part. She fidgeted a little but stretched and her legs fell open, enough for me to move between. My plan was to slip inside and awaken Scully like she'd never been awoken before... and that's exactly what I did - or, began to do. I positioned myself between her slender thighs, and took aim... ...and found myself flat on my back, tangled in the bed-sheets... with a grinning Scully straddling me. I'd been so busy taking that aim that I hadn't realized she'd been awake all the time. She'd moved lightening-fast; I didn't even see it coming. She scooped tangled hair out of her face and snickered down into my face. "Oh, Mulder. You've got to get up pretty damn early in the morning to pull one over on me." She leaned in closer, and breathed into my mouth, "Or very late at night. I've been onto you, all day. I know you, 'baby'... I know how your body works. You've been on a slow burn all day long - same as me." She wriggled upon me and I broke out into a sweat and groaned. Through her nightshirt her skin was just as damp and hot; she rubbed more dampness right up against my penis. My 'Woody the Wonder Prick', as she'd so sweetly called it just this morning. Right now the boy was yodeling one happy little ditty, cushioned in Heaven and seeking nirvana. I grasped her hips and resumed taking aim, and Scully held onto my shoulders as she took me, very deep. Deep... felt incredible. Velvety and softer than rose petals; wetter than summer rain. Wetter than last night. I loved it this way; loved the thought that I could make my woman this excited, this wet and ready. Curving my hands around her firm little cheeks, I let Scully rock and ride. We had all night; I wanted it to last. I let go of her hips and tugged on her nightshirt, impatient for bare skin. I growled, "Take this damn thing off. I want to feel you, all of you." Scully nodded and stopped rocking long enough to tug the offending garment over her head. She threw it to the floor and leaned over me, until one rounded breast was in my face. I reached for the tight little nipple with my tongue, and when I touched her Scully moaned softly and curled a hand around my neck, supporting my head as I nuzzled her with long, slow licks. Slow. Every taste - slow. With each swipe of my tongue that sweet bud tightened a little more. I felt like a cat, licking at my mate. I swear the slow licks were making her purr as well, deep in her throat. I countered the parry of my tongue with the thrusts she lavished upon me - again slow and deep. Every movement inside her - slow. Mmmmmm. God, I loved this. Sex with Scully was always amazing. Sometimes unpredictable, sometimes rough and sometimes soft. Always so exciting and heart-pounding that at times I felt my poor throbbing organ would burst out of my chest before it was all over. And what she did to my other, throbbing organ - well, Woody may be a Wonder Prick but the boy loved his sex wet, deep, and slow... exactly what he was getting right now. I wanted it to last all night long, hours and hours of long, drawn-out better-than-ever good... ********************* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Cheekies in the Night - Part Two" Oh yeah, just like that, Mulder... Now I had him, right where I wanted him. Me on top, with the length of Woody buried deep inside of me, my partner tonguing my nipple in slow, wet, ecstasy-inducing circles... I used my knees and pushed my body up, up, up to the very tip of his shaft, hovering just above it for an agonizing second... and then drove him back into me with a slow, slick descent. Mulder murmured against my breast, his voice soaked with desire. "Oh, baby... Scully... just... like... that..." I started the leisurely climb again and brought my mouth down next to his ear, tracing along the curve of it with moist lips. "You like that, Mulder? Tell me what you want." He moved his mouth to my other breast and took the nipple roughly, sucking it to a nub with those gorgeous lips of his. "Just like this, baby," he mumbled between licks. "You feel incredible... nice and easy, slow..." Oh yeah. God. Nice and easy. Slow and steady wins the race. I grinned above him, even though he couldn't see me in the slanting gray of his shadowed bedroom. Yeah, I had him right where I wanted him. The adorable, self- absorbed brat. Oh yes, he loved to call me a brat but Mulder had to be one to know one, I guarantee. I kept the pace as my mind drifted back over the day. He had nearly killed me in the office, pinning me against the wall and rubbing me shamelessly on his thigh like two hump-happy highschoolers. The embarrassment of soaking my panties just from his touch almost equaled the unbelievable excitement of seeing the evidence of it on his Armani trousers. Jesus, I still can't believe we walked into that meeting with our office faces slightly askew, me smelling like someone who had just finished a marathon sex session. Mulder didn't even try to cover the patch on his pants with his hand. I suppose the others may have thought he spilled coffee on them... but from the admiring look Kimberly shot me, I would have to think twice about that assumption. And then the rest of the day...! Mulder dive-bombing my tonsils in the elevator, grabbing my ass and promising it to himself... copping a feel as we rode upstairs to the parking garage and then looking like the proverbial cat with the canary - and that "help" he gave me in the car, tucking my trench coat around my knees and seizing the opportunity to briefly slide the outside of his hand right between my legs. He wasn't there long enough to know that particular maneuver, coupled with the sight of his rather chivalric attentions and the damn fine way he smelled so close to me, was enough to dampen my Victoria Secrets lingerie for the second time in one day. God, what he did to me. And I wasn't complaining. I loved it. I'd be a fool not to. But I couldn't let him get too cocky, too sure that he could play me like some musical instrument that had been left too long in its case. Oh, no. I needed to show Fox Mulder who was in charge... or at least prove to him that we were on equal footing in the tease department. Of course, that little show that he put on earlier in the evening, when he got into bed with his shorts still on and did the "I'm-so- tired-tonight-honey" routine, didn't fool me for a second. It was easy as sin to steady my breathing as I snuggled against him, easy to relax my whole body to feign sleep, easy to wait for him to slide those long legs out of those boxers and slip them between my own... and oh so easy to use my F.B.I. training to flip his sorry ass over and trap him beneath me. Oh, Mulder. You made it so, so easy... and it felt so damn good. But I wasn't finished with him yet. It might have been easy to trick him, but I had no intention of letting him off lightly. He owed me for the day behind us, and I intended to extract my compensation, little by delicious little. So I rode him, long and steady, bringing him closer to the edge with every languid slip of my center over his cock. I took his balls in my hand, weighing them in my palm, and I felt them tighten. He was near his climax, and his bucking thrusts up into me became unruly as he drove nearer to the end. His hands on my breasts kneaded and clutched, and I watched with satisfaction as he screwed his eyes shut. Mulder was Mr. Visual in bed; he only closed his eyes when he was about to come. This was something I learned about him very early in our sessions... and it was the moment I was waiting for. I stopped rocking and reached my arms up above my head in what had to be the most exaggerated stretch in the history of the world. To make it even better, I took a huge gulp of air and released the biggest, loudest yawn I ever faked in my life. Mulder's eyes flew open at the sound, and a look of absolute confusion crossed his face. He was still thrusting up into me, but I moved off the Wood-Man with smooth precision, trying my very best to keep a straight face. I lowered my lashes, feigning a sleepy countenance, and yawned again. "Oh, Mulder. I'm sorry, baby. I'm just so wiped out. Goodnight." I pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead, rolled away, and curled up on my side, my back to him. I had to turn my face into my pillow to stifle my laughter. His ragged breathing was the only sound in the room. I tightened my hold on my pillow and waited for the onslaught. I didn't have to wait long. The bed squeaked as he flipped onto his side and snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me roughly into the heat of his body. I shivered as he burrowed into the back of my neck; I was biting back my laugh. "Wiped out, eh, Scully?" he rasped somewhere near my ear. "I bet I can wake you up." I pretended to mumble something incoherent, as I am wont to do in sleep, and flopped over on my belly, successfully wrenching free of his grasp. I turned my head away from him and shut my eyes tightly, knowing that I was in for the time of my life. Mulder didn't disappoint me. He slid his long body over on top of mine, carefully distributing his weight so he wouldn't completely suffocate me beneath him. I could feel his hot cock bouncing restlessly against the backs of my thighs as he positioned himself. "Is this a challenge, Scully?" he whispered in that sexy, rough way of his. I didn't reply, opting instead to cradle my pillow underneath my head. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I like a challenge, Scully. I hope to hell you're ready for this." I felt his lips move down my shoulder blades and over the ridges of my spine, his tongue working to leave a damp trail behind. His fingers danced lightly along the ladder of my ribs and the curves of my hips, sending ripples of delight through me. I lay as still as I could while he explored my entire prone frame, not wanting him to notice what an incredible number he was doing to completely turn me on. He finished these ministrations and brought his face up next to mine. The shadow of his beard brushed against my cheek, and I smiled reflexively. His voice seeped into my mind like hot vapor in a sauna. "You are a cruel woman, Scully. But I like it. And I can be cruel, too. Do you want to find out how cruel I can be?" "Mmmmmmmmm..." I couldn't help myself that time. His touch made every nerve in my body sing... and there was still one place, one very hot, very sensitive place that he hadn't touched yet tonight. He pushed himself back up, and the mattress shifted as he moved back down my body. He used his knee to nudge open my legs, just as he had this morning in the office, and the anticipation alone was enough to start a rush of lust radiating out of my center. I felt the wriggle of his hand as he pushed it between my body and the mattress, coming to rest on the bushy triangle that sought it the most. He pressed the flat of his palm against me, forcing me to lift myself up so that I was on my knees, my ass in the air, my legs spread, and my chest and head still resting on the bed. "Beautiful," he murmured... and then I nearly screamed in ecstasy as his mouth found my open, damp core. Now let me just say this. I have been on the receiving end of oral sex on more than one occasion in my life. Mulder was not the first lover I ever had, and he wasn't the first to go down on me. But he is by far the best... I've always known those sunflower seeds were a poor attempt at trying to hide a massive oral fixation. But again, I was not complaining. Any woman who has ever had the pleasure of a lover tonguing her into a throbbing, quivering, dripping orgasm has it pretty damn good in my book. I just knew, however, that I was even luckier than most women. Mulder was a tease, yes, and a downright nasty one at that... but once he got going, once his mouth was busy in this very skillful, very talented excursion, I knew he wouldn't quit until I was yelling his name and fighting to stay in control. And that was, after all, what I wanted all along. And so he started in on me while I moaned and writhed against him. His tongue plunged into me, feeling almost as good as the hard length of his cock, and he strummed his fingers along my clit, working my body into a frenzy of fiery sensations. It didn't take long until I was gasping for him. "Mul-Mulder! Don't... don't make me -" He pulled his face away and rubbed harder against my slick center. "Come on, Scully. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Come on, then. Come for me." I grabbed his hand to still it, rising up on my elbows. "No. I want you inside me. I want us to come together." I caught his eye over my shoulder and smiled lovingly at him. "No more teasing." Even in the darkness of the room, I could see his eyes light with adoration. My chest clenched with love for him as he leaned into me and kissed my lips, a kiss that tasted of me but held a pledge of the bond that we both treasured so deeply. Mulder smiled as the kiss ended and he positioned himself behind me. And then, in one sure, swift push, he was inside me, and everything else in the world slid off into nothingness. All I cared about was the feel of Mulder moving within me, his hand once again stroking in time with his thrusts, my whole being thrumming like a high-voltage receiver. And as my body raced to its climax, I heard his voice in my ear again, words that made me laugh and come at the same time: "I told you your cheekies were mine tonight." I could feel him shudder into me as my own orgasm hit, and we gasped together at the meltdown of each other's unraveling. Mulder held me up, both arms wrapped around my waist, emptying a whole day's worth of built-up lust into me... and I smiled to know that I could cause such pleasure, and such release, for him. Afterward, I burrowed into his side again as he offered me the same position as before, when I had feigned sleep... this time, however, I was close to dropping off. He nuzzled the top of my head against his chest, and I tilted my face up to his for one last, goodnight kiss. "Finally," he murmured as his lips left mine. His eyes were closed, and my heart skipped at the beauty of him, so relaxed against me. "I get to have a good night's sleep." I tightened my arm around his waist. "Maybe tonight, Mulder. But don't get too comfortable. You never know when the tease might come back out to play." He didn't answer me. His light snores rumbled into my body as I pressed against him, and I let them lull me to sleep... content, for now. But as I drifted off I knew it wouldn't be the last time we'd play our Cheekie game... I couldn't wait. End AUTHOR NOTES: Char: A sequel was in order, I think - not only because of Paige's birthday but also for the fun of working with Avalon again! Thank you my dear - for once again rising to the occasion on little or no notice, and bringing the Cheekie saga into the night! Avalon: There is nothing better to me than to have the divine Char Chaffin ask me to write with her...how can I possibly say no? And for such a special occasion as Paige's birthday! I am so pleased to contribute to another Cheekies romp. Thank you, Paige, for having a birthday so I could play again! And thank you, Char, for asking! And Paige, Dah-link... Happy, Happy Birthday! -- "He was art. He was a painting she'd hang over her fireplace. She'd sit on her sofa on snowy nights and light a fire, then watch the flames cast an orange glow over the image. She'd do so every evening for the rest of her life, even if the weather outside was hot and the warmth made her uncomfortable. Art is made to be treasured, and she is a connoisseur." --Alanna, "Glass" Like the X-Files? Check out my fanfiction page: http://home.fuse.net/ktvanden/index.html ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> FREE COLLEGE MONEY CLICK HERE to search 600,000 scholarships! http://us.click.yahoo.com/Pv4pGD/4m7CAA/ySSFAA/QsMolB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Visit the site that began it all!! NC-17 fanfic all day and all night! http://whispersofx.crosswinds.net/ Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/