TITLE: Heating System AUTHOR: Lizzi Wareham RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Pure smut biscuit SPOILERS: None SUMMARY: It's starts as a simple meal together, but it certainly doesn't end that way ;) ARCHIVING: Anywhere, but please get permission first DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, they belong to Chris Carter, FOX and 1013 Productions. I'm just borrowing them! FEEDBACK: Yes please AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone under age - RUN NOW AND DON'T LOOK BACK!!!! This fic is in response to the 'Whispers of X' May 2001 challenge. >BLACKLIGHT - check >WEB CAMERA - check >SEX IN A CONFINED SPACE - check >AN EXTREMELY LOUD CLOCK - >RED ROSE - check >BLACK SILK UNDERWEAR FOR BOTH CHARACTERS - check >M&S WEARING GLASSES - check XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT 7:30PM Mulder had arrived home early from work, eager to prepare for tonight's little celebration. He had cooked pasta with sauce, using a secret recipe given to him by his mother, and had a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge. The pasta and sauce were warming in the oven, waiting for Scully's arrival. Having nothing left to do, Mulder took his glasses from the kitchen top and headed into the living room, where he promptly fed the fish, and switched on the computer. The web camera Frohike had been so generous to give him at Christmas, sat idly staring back at him. He decided to make use of it. He dialed up the gunmen and was quickly greeted by Frohike's ugly mug. "Yo Mulder! Don't usually see you at the other end of my connection! Usually some..." "Don't tell me Frogman! I don't want to know! Well, maybe I do, but not today." "So what you calling in for? Need me to hack into some secret government database to get you information on some shape-shifting alien trying to impersonate Deputy Kersh?" "No, nothing of the kind." "Oh yeah. And why's that? Entertaining a lady friend are we?" "Actually yes. I just wanted to say I'm not going to make it tomorrow. Who knows how tonight will turn out, and I don't want to be leaving at 6 tomorrow, so that I can come and sit on a lake with you guys and look for spaceships." "Jesus Mulder! You've got it real bad!" "And who wouldn't?" Just then there was a strong knock at the door. Mulder turned back to the screen and smiled at Frohike. "Well, looks like the 'luscious lady' has finally arrived, and on time as always." Mulder turned from the screen and called over his shoulder, "hold on a minute Scully, I'm coming." "Sc... Scully?! Scully's coming to yours for dinner and... and..." "Shut your mouth before you start catching flies. And yes, it's Scully who is coming for dinner. Now, goodbye." Mulder disconnected the video link, shut off the computer and headed to the door. He peered through the peephole to get a sneaky glance, before opening the door to reveal her in all her splendid glory. Scully stood on the doorstep wearing a scarlet dress that hugged her chest and flowed out from the waist, ending just above her knee. All of his blood ran south to his groin. Suddenly, the casual slacks he had decided to wear were too tight. Clearing his throat and trying to regain control over his body's reaction, he opened the door. He was met by a glorious smile. Opening the door, he invited her in. Taking her jacket from her, he opened the closet door and hung it up inside. "You... you look... wow!" she stuttered. "Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." "Well, make yourself at home. Dinner is nearly ready, just need to do the finishing touches. Would you like something to drink?" "I shouldn't really. I did drive over here." "If the worst comes to the worst, I'll send you home in a taxi. So what do you want Red or White?" "White please, red seems to have adverse effects on me." "I'll see what I've got." With that Mulder disappeared into the kitchen to search the fridge. Cooling on the bottom shelf was a bottle of white and a bottle of red. He reached for the red and poured them both a glass. He took it back to Scully informing her that there was no white, and that he only had red and out-of-date orange juice. She gracefully accepted and let him get back to his work in the kitchen. Sitting alone, she closed her eyes and worshipped the silence that was only marginally disturbed by the clicking of plates and cutlery in the other room. A delicious aroma suddenly wafted from the kitchen making her mouth water and her stomach rumble. "Hey Mulder," she called out. "How much longer because it smells delicious and I'm starving?" She took a sip of wine. Mulder appeared in the doorway, still dressed in the frilly apron that once belonged to his grandmother. Scully took in his attire and promptly spat her mouthful of wine across the room as a bout of giggles took over. "Is something funny Scully?" "You!" she hiccupped between laughs. "I'll have you know that this belonged to my grandmother. She was the one who taught me to cook. Admittedly I was in high school and wanted to impress the girls at that time, but she did good. So whenever I cook, I wear it in honor of her," he answered, the sadness evident in his voice. Suddenly, the laughter stopped, an embarrassed expression now on Scully's face. "I'm sorry Mulder. I never knew. You just appearing just like that... I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry." "Hey, no apologizing. Without warning, you could get the wrong impression. Right, enough of this, let's eat." Mulder strolled across the room after taking off the apron, and held out his hand to Scully. After a brief hesitation, she accepted and together they walked to the kitchen. On entering, Scully discovered his table, which was usually covered with files and paperwork, to be immaculately clean and decorated. A pristine white tablecloth covered the round table. On top of the cloth were place mats, coasters and a mat in the middle all made from wicker. A single red rose stood in the center of the table. Mulder pulled out her chair, and guided her into it. He pushed her close to the table. The cutlery was set on the table the way it would be in a posh restaurant. Scully doubted he even owned that much cutlery, and guessed he must have borrowed it from a friend, until she saw the engravings. Picking up a knife, she set about investigating it fully. Each individual piece was engraved with a luxurious pattern on the handle, with the initials T. M. as the centrally focus. Obviously, the set used to belong to his mother, and after her death he had inherited them. Scully continued to stare open mouthed at it. "It was a wedding present from my father to my mother," Mulder announced. "They're beautiful." Placing it back on the table, she back to Mulder. "How come I've never seen anything like this before?" "Because, I never really had occasion to show off my frilly apron and fancy cutlery." "And now you do?" "Yes. You're here. Now let's eat," he said, changing the subject as fast as he could. "I'm getting hungry too." "What are we having?" "Spaghetti a la Mulder, grandma's secret sauce recipe. Whose knows, one day I might pass it on to you, if you like it." "Don't be silly Mulder. Those things are supposed to be kept in the family." "I know," he smiled. Moving to the stove, Mulder took the saucepan of cooked spaghetti and headed to the sink. He then proceeded to rinse the pasta with freshly boiled water making it steam and grow slippery. Using the clawed tongs, he began to dish the stringy substance between the two plates. Next he carefully distributed the secret sauce recipe on top, allowing a huge cloud of steam to rise from their plates. Then the room plunged into darkness. "Shit!" he murmured under his breath. "Not been paying the bills Agent Mulder?" "Oh ha, ha. No nothing as sinister. I think the bulb just blew is all. I should have some spare ones around somewhere. Just give us a minute." Mulder rose from the table and started rummaging blindly through the drawers, looking for a candle or flashlight to shed some light on the room. A brilliant white light suddenly hit Mulder's hand. He turned, somewhat fearful, to see Scully staring back at him, a smile on her face and her mini flashlight in hand. "I never go anywhere without it. I never know where you're going to drag me off to next." She bent down and began rummaging through the cupboard under the sink. She found nothing. She tried the one next to that and still nothing. By this time however, Mulder had found the candles and some matches, and they were now lit on the table. Raiding the back of the food cupboard, Scully found a small shoebox that housed a variety of light bulbs in all different shapes and sizes. She brought the box to the table. "I believe these are what you were looking for." She got a muffled, embarrassed 'yup' from him. Scully waded through the contents, taking out blue, green, yellow and red bulbs, candle-shaped orange bulbs and rounded bulbs. At the bottom however, something caught her eye, a blacklight in the shape of a skull. She held it up for Mulder's inspection. "Mulder, why the hell do you have a backlight in the shape of a skull, but no 'normal' shaped and colored bulbs?" "They are leftovers from a party I had with the guys. And I just never seem to be around long enough to need to change light bulbs, so I guess I never buy any. Besides, I like to sit in the dark." "Well I don't, so I guess it'll have to be the red bulb for now." Mulder took the red bulb from Scully and began to extract the old one from the socket, and replaced it with the new one. They sat down together in the now red room, with the candles adding a warm yellow tint to the place. The rest of the meal, Spaghetti a la Mulder, followed by Chocolate Torte (also courtesy of Grandma), was uneventful, but very delicious. By the end of the meal, they had managed to down two bottles of red wine. They were not so drunk that they would wake in the morning and not remember a thing, but they were both highly merry. As Mulder promised, he was sending her home in a taxi. With transport on the way, Mulder decided to help Scully into her jacket and down the stairs. However, things did not go as planned. Together they staggered across the kitchen, through the living room, and towards the small closet where Mulder had hung her coat earlier. Mulder opened the door wide, and turned to wait for Scully, who was lagging behind due to her lack of coordination. As she neared Mulder, she tripped over a lump in the carpet which sent her nose-diving into Mulder, sending them both flying backwards into the closet. The door slammed shut. After Mulder had climbed out from under Scully, he swayed to the door handle on his knees and tried to open it. "Uh oh!" was all he said. "What?" she giggled. "The door's locked." Scully burst into a voluptuous fit of laughter, and fell on the floor, clutching her sides. Her laughter died down as soon as she bumped her head on the back wall of the closet. The laughter turned to crying, and the tears of mirth turned to pain. "Ow." "Serves you right! Now what are we going to do?" he asked, reaching up and turning on the little light. "We're locked in the closet!" "Don't know," she giggled. "This isn't funny!" That just sent Scully into more fits of giggles. Shoving her aside, Mulder sat down on the ground to sulk. He let his long legs stretch as far as the wall would allow, his knees still bent. Sitting down, she felt something nudge her in the hip, and reached down to grab whatever was annoying her. From her pocket she pulled her now crushed glasses. "Look what you made me do!" she accused. "How can I wear them now, look!" She placed the bent frames on her face, the left raised from her face at a 45-degree angle, and the right arm curved out and back in sitting awkwardly on her ear. It was Mulder's turn to laugh. "This isn't funny!" "It is!" "Well you can pay for a replacement pair! Ha! See how your G-man's salary likes that!" Scully crossed her arms over her chest like an angry two-year-old, and turned her back on Mulder, making him believe she was giving him the cold shoulder. He was wrong, very wrong. Next thing he knew, he was being pounced on by Scully, who landed squarely in his lap, fortunately missing the delicate body part. Mulder had the shock of his life and the wind knocked out of him. Once again, Scully fell into a giggling fit. Her laughter subsided, as she let out a long sigh, and collapsed on Mulder's chest, her chin resting on his shoulder. Mulder turned slightly to get in a more comfortable position and hesitantly placed his arms around her. When she didn't back away, he held her tighter. The smell of strawberries and cream, and a scent that was only Scully assaulted him making his head spin and blood rush south to that oh so delicate body part. Scully wiggled her butt to get comfy, adding to Mulder's distress. His body reacted the only way it could - all his blood rushed to his groin, and he was now straining hard against the fabric of his pants. "Is that your flashlight Agent Mulder, or are you just glad to see me?" she whispered, her voice thick and her breathing labored. "Glad," he replied, shocked at how calm his voice sounded. "Thought so." After a short pause for contemplation, Scully announced, "I'm bored. Want me to do something about your 'flashlight'?" "Hell yes," he thought to himself. Only after he felt Scully's hands undoing his belt did he realize he had spoken out loud. "Oh Christ!" She was a fast little worker. Years of pathology and medical training taught her how to use her hands quickly and effectively. She already had his belt and button undone and was making quick work of his zipper. He reached for her wrists, and held them tightly. I took all his reserve and will power to say what he had to say, but he said it. "Stop Scully. We can't." "Why not?" "Because we're both drunk. We don't know what we're doing." "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not drunk. I'm just merry, and tend to act a little goofy. Trust me, I can handle my liquor. When I was in college I could drink an entire bottle of Bailey's and not so much as wobble when I walked in a straight line. I'm perfectly fine, and I know exactly what I'm doing. I had to drink - I needed some Dutch courage." "Why?" "Coz there's this really cute guy I work with whose pants I've wanted to get down for the past seven years, and I thought it time I did something about it. Got a problem with that?" she asked, as she pulled her wrists free and at an agonizingly slow rate unzipped the remainder of his fly. "N... no." "Good." Scully knelt, sitting on her heels. Placing each knee on the ground, she raised herself up so that she could strip Mulder of his pants. He willingly complied, sighing in relief, as his erection was freed. "Um, Mulder, silk boxers? Were they for me?" He just grinned. "They're in my way." He needed no more direction than that as he once again lifted his hips and slipped the boxers as far down his legs as possible, using his toes to remove them fully. Scully changed positions and rested her weight just above his ankles, and she stretched out along his body. She came eye to eye with the most spectacular site she had even seen. The head glistened with pre-cum, and Scully took it upon herself to rid him of the sticky fluid. Carefully, she stuck her tongue out and they gently touched tip to tip, as she began to lap him like a cat. It wasn't enough to satisfy her growing desire, and she instead engulfed the large head in her mouth, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing in the process. She felt him quiver within her mouth and released him with an audible pop. Using her secret little doctor trick, Scully relieved enough of his built up tension and desire helping him to last a little longer. But it wouldn't be long - for either of them. They met gazes and everything they needed to say was conveyed, and in a matter of seconds they were both stripping each other as fast as they could. "Silk panties Scully?" Mulder hoarsely whispered. "Looks like I wasn't the only one planning something tonight." "You caught me. I love you so much," she replied kissing him on the nose. "But right now..." "I know. There's not much room in here." "Then we'll have to be creative," she grinned, reclaiming her place on his lap, now touching skin to skin. It was such a refreshing feeling. Scully placed her arms around Mulder's neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder so that her mouth grazed his earlobe. "Oh God Mulder, make love to me." Without a word, Scully sat fully upright, Mulder grabbed her firmly around the waist, and lifted her into the air. He moved around on the floor the best he could to positioned himself. Scully felt the head that was not so long ago in her mouth tease her folds. A new wave of her liquid rushed from her core and coated Mulder's dick in hot honey. They both shivered at the sensations desperate for more. The need to feel the other close was overwhelming and they could no longer fight the feelings building inside from both seven years of denial and fast approaching orgasm. Mulder released his grasp on Scully and she slid down to rest on his thighs, taking all of him in at once. Scully collapsed forward onto Mulder's chest. They both froze, Mulder trying not to embarrass himself too quick, and Scully to allow her not-so-frequently-used passage to adjust to the length and breath of him. He was certainly not on the small side in that department. Scully had never been filled by one man so much. He had not even begun to move and she could feel the head of his dick at her cervix. She let out a startled gasp as she felt him enlarge inside her. "Did... did I hurt you?" "No Mulder... you're just a little on the large side... and I'm not. But I promise... you're not hurting, I... I just might be a... little sore in the morning," she smiled. "Don't let that put you off though. This feels... so good! Never been this full." A goofy smile slid across Mulder's face. With his ego boosted, he tempted to satisfy both him and Scully. He thrust once from below as hard as he could. "Ooooh," she screamed as she felt his head pushed against her cervix. "Yes!" After Mulder had established he wasn't hurting or damaging Scully, he let his restraint go, pounding into her over and over again, as Scully rode him. Their pace quickly became erratic, nothing but the necessity of release driving them. The tight little walls that surrounded Mulder's raging erection began to quiver and vibrate in pre-orgasmic fits. She was close. They both were, and they both knew it. Mulder leaned forward slightly and placed his lips over Scully's initiating a passionate kiss, involving mouth, teeth and tongue. Her small canal clenched tightly as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her body, squeezing deliciously on Mulder's cock. "Oh... my... Goooooooooooooooooooooddd! Yeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssss!" she shrieked. The space within her walls was constricted to begin with, but with the onslaught of arousal on both their parts, there was even less room. Her earth-shattering orgasm had been his downfall. He was gripped like a vice from within and drawn deeper and deeper as he pounded his hot sticky seed into her over and over again. It felt like he was about to split in half with the intensity of his release. It felt as if it would never end. "Sccchhhhhuuuuullllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" he screamed. He continued to fill Scully, his seed coating her insides with a warm blanket and feeling of safety, satisfaction and love. Sighing heavily, she collapsed on her partner's now sweat drenched chest, bathed in the feel of clammy bodies sliding together. They remained connected in that intimate way that only lovers are ever joined. "Wow," Scully murmured. "Short, but sweet hey?" "Yeah, something like that." Mulder rested back on the closet wall, wrapping his arms tightly around Scully, one hand skimming her hair and running over her cheek, the other tracing lazy patterns on her upper arm. At the gentle caresses, Scully allowed her eyes to shut and the world slowly drift away. "Just wait till next time!" "There's gonna be a next time?" she questioned, her voice thick with sleep. "I hope so. I'll show you long, short, quick, slow and sweet," he grinned. "Good." With that she lost consciousness. The silence of the closet and the apartment lulled Mulder to sleep too. The early hours of the morning brought about the dawn chorus of birds chatting outside the apartment window. Daylight crept under the doorway of the closet. Mulder was the first to wake, finding himself locked in the closet, butt-naked, with a butt-naked Scully lying on top of him; his limp dick still nestled within her walls. He smiled to himself as he recounted the events of the previous night that led him to his current situation, although he was suffering from one hell of a headache. Scully jostled in her sleep causing his dick to spring to half-mast inside her. Gradually, Scully stirred from her sated sleep. "Morning," he whispered into her auburn hair. "Morning yourself." Scully giggled into his hairy chest. "I thought we'd never get to do that!" "Me either. I love you Scully. I hope you know that. Last night, it wasn't just a one time drunken thing." "I should hope not! I love you too Mulder." They sat in silence for a moment, happy just to be wrapped in each other's arms and connected as they were. The silence was interrupted but a sudden banging that echoed through the closet. It continued to thump regularly, every second. "What is that?" Mulder demanded. "Is sounds like an extremely loud clock." "Whatever it is, it's doing my head in!" The thumping ceased after a loud gurgle and bleach-like sound erupted, vibrating the floor. "Uh oh." "Uh oh what?" "I think the heating system just went." "We should try and get out of here," Scully announced, reluctantly pulling Mulder from inside her and climbing off. She slipped her t- shirt over her top as she reached for the door handle. She twisted the knob and pulled the door towards her. It didn't budge. "Looks like it's still stuck." She gave it a kick, and tried again. Nothing. She tried once more, this time pushing rather than pulling and the door sprang open. "Looks like the door was open all along. We just needed to push!" she smiled, the situation seeming funny. "Oh well," he replied, as he stood to join her. They entered the apartment, brushing the dust from the closet off their clothes. "So, seeing as the heating system is busted, do you wanna stay and keep me warm?" "You bet." "Race you to the bed!" FIN