From: Cathy  Shaw <cmshaw2@excite.com>
To: <whispers_@hotmail.com>
Subject: True Blue Challenge submission
Date: Monday, April 30, 2001 4:43 PM


Title: Lying In Wait
Author: Cathy S.   cmshaw2@excite.com
Rating: NC-17
Classification: MSR
Spoilers: none
Archive: okay
Summary: Scully is tired of waiting for Mulder to make his
move.

Response to the Whispers of X April True Blue Challenge,
which required NC-17 rating and these items.
 five neon candles, one each of these colors: pink, blue,
green, yellow, orange
 your characters playing a drinking game
 a videotape titled "Oh My God...it's HUGE!"
 a jar of oil (any type)
 an ostrich feather
 mention or location of the city of Denver, Colorado
 a broken VCR



Lying In Wait
by Cathy S.



Scully slammed the door to her hotel room and glared at her
surroundings. At that moment, she hated Denver, she hated
hotels, and she hated poltergeists. Now, on most days, she
wouldn't have hated Denver, because in reality, it was a
beautiful city. She also wouldn't have hated hotels in
particular, despite spending more time in them than she
preferred. Of course, the hatred of poltergeists was most
likely a permanent condition brought on by her job.

But ordinarily, the presence of any one of those three
elements in her life wouldn't cause her to pin an otherwise
innocent landscape with her most threatening scowl. No, it was
the combination of all three, teamed with a certain level of
frustration. Mere days ago, she'd been sure Mulder had been
about to take a tentative step and invite her to the Knicks
game that weekend when the office phone had rung, startling
them into jumping about four feet apart. It was Skinner,
calling about a series of suspected poltergeist incidents in
Denver. Within hours, they were aboard a plane to Colorado, any
possibility of a genuine date having evaporated. That the case
had turned out to be a bust after five days of intense
investigation didn't help Scully's mood any.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and looked around the
room again. It really was nice, especially when compared to
their usual accomodations. It even included a well-stocked
minibar and a VCR. Too bad she wouldn't have much time to
enjoy either amenity. Although she and Mulder were off the
clock, their flight home was just before noon the next day.

Once again, Scully thoughtfully eyed the minibar. If she
waited around for Mulder to make another move, it would
probably take about seven more years. No, it was up to
her to advance their relationship. She just needed to work
up a little courage first.

As she was thinking, a tap sounded on her door. "Come in!"
she called, assuming it was Mulder.

She was right; he prowled inside, looking like a big, sleek,
bored cat. "Whatcha up to, Scully?" He flopped down on the
end of her bed and looked inquiringly at her.

She came to a quick decision. "I was just thinking how it
might be fun to watch a video tonight, to kind of unwind from
the case. I already checked and there's nothing good on TV so
I was going to rent something out."

"Sounds a lot better than what I had in mind," Mulder
admitted.

"You're assuming you're invited."

"Aren't I?" He turned exaggerately mournful eyes on her,
obviously knowing the impact they always had, and she
couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, Mulder, you're invited. In fact, why don't you go
out and get the movie?"

He looked suspiciously at her. "My choice? You want to
trust my judgement?"

Scully felt a surge of triumph; Mulder was falling neatly
into her trap. "You choose," she confirmed. "I promise I
won't complain, no matter what you pick."

"Okay." Mulder shoved himself upright off the bed and
headed for the door. "I think there's a video store a
couple blocks away. Shouldn't take long."

"Take your time," Scully called as Mulder exited. She
didn't have a huge amount of preparations to make, but she
wanted to make sure she was done before he returned. The
first thing she did was head for the minibar and select a
bottle of wine. No time to be delicate; she twisted off the
cap and sipped as she surveyed her surroundings. The room
lacked that certain ambience. Maybe she could dress it up
a bit before Mulder got back.

Humming softly to herself, she explored the contents of the
room. Since she'd been busy with the case up till then, it
was her first real chance to look around in depth. In a stack
beside the bar, she found five candles, either supplied by
the hotel or left by a previous guest. No sense in letting
them go to waste. The fact that they were neon made her
hesitate, wondering whether they would really fit the
atmosphere, but she decided to give it a try anyway. She
placed two on the lefthand bedside table, the other three on
the righthand table, and lit them, then turned off all the
lights in the room. The effect was more impressive than she
had anticipated. The green and blue from the left pair softly
complemented each other, while the pink, yellow, and orange
set gave off the effect of a sunset.

Flicking the lights back on to aid in her search, Scully
continued to scour the room for any more useful material, all
the while working on her drink. She unearthed, interestingly,
a large, unlabeled bottle of oil and an ostrich feather but
quickly replaced them. She wasn't anywhere near bold enough to
use either of those items...yet. She'd have to keep them in
mind for down the road, if tonight went as planned.

She pulled out extra pillows, located the remote control, and
finished the wine bottle in the next moment. She felt
slightly buzzed. Hopefully, she was near the level where her
inhibitions would take a back seat to her desire. She set the
bottle on the counter and turned off the lights again while she
waited for Mulder to return.

He came back not five minutes later, rapping on the door and
then stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "I
got it--" He cut his greeting short as he stared around the
room. "What's with the candles? Why are the lights off?"

Had it really been *that* long for him? Scully thought in
amusement. But she didn't want to laugh and possibly scare him
away, so she explained, "I thought it would make a better
atmosphere." She paused and then added in a lower tone, "You
know, for watching the movie."

Mulder looked at her as if he didn't know quite how to
respond. "Right...um...here's the movie. What do you think?"
He approached where Scully was sitting on the bed, leaning
against the headboard, and handed her the plastic case.

She glanced at the tape, felt her jaw involuntarily drop, and
looked at it again, just to make sure she had read it right.
Yes. She had. She couldn't believe Mulder had done this.
Maybe she had underestimated him after all. "Mulder, what,
exactly, did you have in mind when you rented out this movie?"
she asked carefully.

He stood next to her, looking confused. "Uh, I thought it
would be something fun for us to watch together. What's the
matter? Don't you like it?"

"Oh my God...it's HUGE!" she replied. "And it doesn't take
much imagination to guess what the 'huge' is referring to."

"What? What are you talking about?" Mulder sounded just as
puzzled as he looked.

She shoved the tape toward him so he could see for himself.
His double-take upon reading the label must have mirrored
hers as he gasped, "'Oh my God...it's HUGE!' Scully, I swear,
this is not the tape I rented out. I got 'Ghostbusters.'"

Scully tried valiantly to quell the disappointed rush his words
gave her. "What's the matter, Mulder? Didn't you look at the
case when the clerk gave it to you?"

"They must have mixed up my tape with someone else's," he
defended himself. "I was in line behind this scuzzy-looking
guy who was getting out a whole armload of stuff. It's
got to be his. You believe me, don't you?"

He seemed genuinely concerned about her opinion, that she
not believe he had deliberately rented out a porn flick for
them to watch together. He didn't even need to say anything
for her to know it was the truth, though. Mulder would never
do that to her. But since fate had stepped in and landed the
tape in his hands--or, more precisely, in *her* hands at that
moment--who was she to turn down the invitation? She looked
Mulder in the eye and deliberately trailed her tongue out to
moisten the corner of her mouth. "Well, Mulder, since we're
here and the tape is here, why don't we watch it?"

While his mouth gaped open like a goldfish's, Scully crossed
the room to feed the tape into the VCR. She flicked on the
TV and glanced back at Mulder. He still stood where she had
left him beside the bed, looking stricken and unable to move.
Scully sighed and returned to sit next to him. "Come on, watch
the show," she urged. She grabbed Mulder's hand and pulled him
down beside her. He came unprotestingly, maintaining that oddly
appealing state of shock.

Meanwhile, the tape had automatically begun to play. The
movie proceeded from the title screen to a brief list of
credits, where it paused. Mulder shifted uneasily, probably
wondering how far Scully was willing to take the situation.
Not much farther, actually, she admitted to herself. Her
bravado had almost run out. She had certainly never
anticipated that she would be spending her evening watching
a skin flick with her partner. She decided she would allow
the movie to play through a few minutes of exposition before
calling a halt to it. Maybe by then, Mulder would have
gotten the hint.

Just as she thought up that approach, a crinkling noise and
a low whine sounded from the VCR. Mulder roused from his
daze and warned, "Scully, I think the VCR is eating the tape."

"What?" She jumped up and ran across the room to kneel in
front of the machine. Where was that stupid Eject button?
Right when you needed to find it, it seemed to hide. And the
low lighting given off by the distant bedside candles wasn't
helping her cause much. She began jabbing random buttons in
a desperate attempt to salvage the moment. She had probably
poked the wrong buttons, she quickly realized, as the whining
intensified in pitch. Finally, she located the Power button
and shoved it in. The whining faded to a low, ominous-sounding
hum.

Suddenly, Mulder was at her side. "You get it, Scully?"

"I turned it off, but the tape is still inside." Now that she
had more leisure in which to study the control panel, she
manage to locate and press the Eject button. With a moan of
protest, the VCR came to life and shoved out the cassette.
"There goes movie night," Scully remarked as she pulled the
tape the rest of the way out. Unfortunately, as she pulled,
strands of tape still jammed inside the workings of the machine
trailed behind it. The VCR had, literally, eaten the tape. More
precisely, it had shredded a portion of it longer than Scully's
arm. As it surrendered the last little bit, it gave out a groan
and then lay dormant.

"Damn it, Mulder!" Scully cried in frustration. "This thing is
broken. I'm probably going to have to pay for it, you know."
She looked balefully at the remnants of "Oh My God...It's HUGE,"
more than willing to blame the entire mess on the erotic tape.

Mulder slipped it from her hand and mournfully studied the
remains. "Well, just keep in mind that *I'm* the one who has to
go back to the video store and reimburse them for a copy of 'Oh
My God...It's HUGE,'" he pointed out. "Who's likely to suffer
more humiliation--you, or me?"

He had a point. But that didn't mean he should be allowed
totally off the hook. She had to find a way to salvage the
evening, and she wasn't above laying a guilt trip on him to
do it. "Not so fast, Mulder. Since your tape broke my VCR,
we'll have to come up with something else to do."

He swallowed visibly. "What do you have in mind?"

She thought quickly. She had to keep him off balance, keep
herself in control of the evening. "How about a drinking
game?"

"Drinking game?" He stared at her as if she had grown
another head.

She'd definitely hit upon a good idea. "Yes, a drinking
game. There's beer and wine in the minibar."

"No soda or juice?"

She gave him a pitying look. "What kind of drinking game
would that be? We're both of legal age, our case is over,
we should live it up a little."

"What kind of drinking game?"

She was actually surprised he wasn't running yet. "Well,
we haven't read each other's case reports. I think I
should know what you plan to tell Skinner so I won't be
broadsided when we get home. And you ought to read mine,
too, just in case. That's where the drinking game comes
in," she continued, making up the rules on the spot.
"Every time you used the words 'supernatural,' 'paranormal,'
'otherworldly,' or anything like that, I have to take a
sip. And anytime I used the words 'logica', 'hoax,'
'explanation,' or anything like that, *you* have to take
a sip."

"Scully, if we do that, we'll both be drunk within 15
minutes," Mulder pointed out.

He was going to refuse; she could tell. Her heart sank.

"I'll be right back," Mulder added, and he strode out of
the room.

Well, that was strange. She'd actually expected him to
leave, but why had he said he was coming back? She should
have known her alcohol-induced boldness would turn him
off.

As she berated herself, the door opened and Mulder came
back in, holding a thin sheaf of papers. "Here's my report.
What about yours?"

He was willing to play? Maybe things would work out after
all. She hurriedly retrieved the typewritten pages and
traded them for Mulder's handful.

"So, what should we drink?" he asked.

"The wine's good," she replied automatically.

He followed her gaze to the empty bottle on the counter
and smiled. "Wine it is, then."

Moments later, they were seated side by side on the bed,
full glasses in hand, scanning each other's case report.

"Mulder!" Scully protested after reading the first
paragraph of his summation of the case. "We did *not* find
'clear documentation of genuine paranormal phenomena.' Each
of those incidents was a fake, as you know very well."

"Two swallows," he replied calmly.

"What?"

"'Paranormal phenomena,'" he quoted from memory from his
own report. "But don't worry, I'm ahead of you anyway, and
I quote: 'These obviously falsified reports, most likely
hoaxes perpetrated by the children in each household, can
easily be explained.'"

Glass after glass was refilled as they picked through each
other's totally conflicting report. Finally, Scully lay
aside Mulder's work, amazed as always that he had come to
such different conclusions than her despite having
seen the same events and interviewed the same witnesses.
She looked at her glass. It was about two thirds empty so
she decided just to finish it off to get it out of the
way. Yes, it was really good wine, she confirmed.

"Mulder? Are you about done?"

"With the bottle?" He tilted it up. "Empty."

"No, my report."

"Oh, that. Yeah, I'd say so." He shook his head. "Even
though you were wrong, again."

She picked up on the teasing note in his voice and went
along with it. "What do you mean, again? I'm always
right, you know that."

"Really? What about when you wrote--" He swung toward
her to finish the sentence and instead nearly fell onto
her.

"Whoa, Mulder! Have enough to drink?" she laughed,
steadying him.

"Yeah, probably." He remained leaning on her, his face
just inches away. So close, in fact, that she would only
have to lean forward a little to kiss him...In the next
second, she realized that she had done it without any more
conscious thought. Mulder's lips, satiny smooth under hers,
returned the pressure willingly. She pulled a little to
catch her breath and realized that Mulder was also breathing
heavily, almost panting. His pupils looked huge and hungry,
seeking.

"Scully?" he whispered.

She bypassed words and instead recaptured his mouth with
hers. His response was gratifyingly eager as he eased his
hands between them and paused on the top button of her
shirt. Without moving her lips from atop his, she reached
up and undid the button herself. Following her lead,
Mulder's nimble fingers made fast work of the remaining
buttons, unfastening each one and pulling the shirt off down
her arms before pausing at her bra. Conveniently, the clasp
was positioned in front. Still, he didn't try to undo it.
"It's okay, Mulder," she encouraged. "I want this."

Reassured, he continued and slipped her bra off of her.
It hit the floor behind her in a puddle with the rest of her
shed clothing. She had to work on Mulder now. It wasn't fair
that she was half-naked and he was fully clothed. He seemed
fascinated with her mouth, leaning in for a deep, slow,
lingering kiss, so she took advantage of his distraction to
flick open the row of buttons running down his chest. Even
somewhat drunk, she was able to do it without too much
trouble, she was relieved to discover. Now, for Mulder's
pants. He started when she grabbed the waistband but relaxed
as she gentled her touch and moved to the zipper area. First
unbutton, then unzip, she reminded herself. Suddenly, Mulder
decided to help the process along. He gently pushed aside her
hands and stood, removing his pants and standing only in his
boxers and socks before her.

The only thing she could think was, 'Oh my God...It's HUGE"
was a more apt description of her partner than it could ever
have been of anything on that videotape. His silk boxers did
little to hide the bulge underneath, instead accentuating
the size and power of it.

Mulder had stopped again as if waiting for permission to
proceed. She had to speed things up. She again reached for him,
but this time he got the idea and quickly stepped out of the
boxers, shedding his socks at the same time. The tables had
turned, and she was the overdressed one.

Not for long. Mulder wasn't holding back anymore. In the next
moment, she found herself on her back on the bed with him
wresting off her remaining clothing until she was as naked as
he was. "Come here, Mulder," she ordered as he hovered just
out of reach. He obediently lowered himself atop her, eager to
accept her caresses. That wasn't quite right, though. Scully
wriggled away and pushed a confused but willing Mulder onto
his back, then straddled him. Yes, much better. She needed to
control the pace. Judging from the enraptured expression on his
face, that was perfectly fine with Mulder.

She leaned down to trace the line of his cheekbone with her
tongue, playfully avoiding his questing mouth. With a growl of
frustration, Mulder twisted under her until he had captured
her lips with his and his invading tongue had slipped inside.
Their tongues dueled briefly before she withdrew hers to
taste his full lower lip. She gently closed her teeth on it in a
mock nip before releasing it. As her mouth separated from his,
he moaned in protest and reached up to urge her lips back to his.
"Uh, uh," Scully objected. "I'm in control tonight. What I say
goes. And I say, you have to keep your hands to yourself." She
firmly planted them back beside his head, pressing them a little
into the mattress to accentuate her point. Obediently but
reluctantly, Mulder lay back to allow Scully to do what she would,
with no manual guidance from him.

She proceeded to suck, nibble, and tease his lips, his ears, his
neck. Then she licked a sensuous trail across his chest, pausing
to pay special attention to his sensitive nipples. He moaned low
in his throat as she sucked one into her mouth and lashed it with
her tongue. His hands came down to stroke her silky hair and urge
her head downward.

Scully released his nipple and fixed him with a glare. "No,
no, no," she chided. "I told you, hands off. If you can't
keep them away, I'll have to tie you up and then you would be
completely at my mercy." Not an unappealing thought, and
she began to consider the possibilities as Mulder hesitated. But,
at least for the time being, he apparently favored freedom over
being fettered, and he returned his hands to their former
position.

Waiting a few seconds to make sure he would obey, Scully
proceeded on her exploration of his gorgeous body. The
neglected right nipple promptly got its share of attention,
wringing another tortured moan from Mulder. His hands
clenched, but he managed to keep himself under control as
Scully divided her attention between both nipples for the
next several moments. Eventually, deciding that she had
"punished" him enough, she nibbled her way down to his
navel and swirled his tongue in the indentation there.
Mulder's back arched and he whimpered a wordless plea.

Scully lifted her head. "What was that, Mulder?" she
whispered evilly. She doubted he could form a coherent
sentence at the moment but she waited for his answer
anyway.

"Don't...stop..." he panted. "Please..."

He needn't worry. She had no intention of stopping; she
was enjoying herself far too much. Instead of replying, she
went back to work. Mulder's throbbing erection was mere
inches away from her lips, and she zeroed in it at last.

At the first delicate dip of her tongue onto it, he cried
out in wordless pleasure, moaning his approval. That initial
taste test, brief as it was, affirmed that Mulder's cock was
salty, sweet, hard, pumping, velvety, all at once. And soon
it would be inside her. But first, first, she wanted to have
a little extra fun with it.

Opening her mouth in an O, Scully moved in for the kill.
She framed Mulder's cock between delicate lips and glided up
and down as far as she could, her tongue also getting in on
the action by sliding along behind. Mulder's murmurs of
appreciation and arousal spurred her on as she continued to
ride him with her mouth.

He couldn't take it for long; although he kept his hands
safely away, he cried out a warning that told her if she wanted
him to last for the main event, she needed to stop. Reluctantly,
she allowed his pulsing length to slip out of her mouth and
stand upright, waiting for her to climb atop it.

Oh, she wanted to! But then she looked up at Mulder, lying so
patiently waiting for her, and she decided to give him back some
control. She slithered back up his body and leaned in close to
his ear to whisper, "Okay, Mulder. You can move now."

His eyes widened. In the next moment, he had neatly flipped over
and playfully pinned her body beneath his, taking the alpha-male
role. And Scully was fully confidentthat if at any moment she
uttered even a word of protest, she would be back in command.
Not that she had any intention of doing such a thing. She was
having way too much fun for that.

She'd obviously driven Mulder to near the breaking point,
though. Not spending time on the preliminaries, he positioned
his cock at her entrance and slowly, carefully, eased in.
Scully forced herself to remain relaxed as he worked his way
inside. He was large, she was small, and the fit was tight but
not uncomfortable as her body adjusted to the new presence.

She met Mulder's eyes and nodded slightly, and he began to
pump into her in measured, steady strokes. "Scully," he moaned.
"So good...so good..." She was already close just from playing
with him before, but needed that little extra stimulation. She
couldn't expect Mulder to give it to her, balanced as he was on
both arms as he pistoned in and out, so she stretched her right
hand down to their juncture and located her pulsing clit. As she
paid it the special attention it required, Mulder's control
started to give and he pounded faster and faster, harder
and harder, breath coming in heavy pants against her shoulder.

"Ahhh!" she cried. "Harder!" She was so, so close. One or two
more flicks to her aching clit ought to do it...she exploded in
a paroxysm of pleasure, wailing Mulder's name as she came in a
frenzy the power of which she had never felt before. In the
next second, helped along by her tightening spasms around his
shaft, Mulder climaxed inside her, spurting hot, creamy jet
after jet into her welcoming embrace.

They panted together in almost a rhythm, regaining their
breath and their senses. Mulder's body lay heavily atop
Scully's, the weight a welcome reminder of the pleasure they
had just jointly experienced. When his breathing had
steadied somewhat, he gingerly withdrew from her, wincing
as their combined juices dripped profusely onto her body and
the bed.

"Give me a minute, then I'll get something to clean up," he
said as he shifted to one side.

Scully nodded, just enjoying the sweet lethargy and feeling
of satiety their union had brought. A moment later, the bed
rolled beside her as Mulder shoved himself off. She heard him
moving around the bathroom, the sounds of running water, and
soon his returning footsteps. She kept her eyes closed as he
settled onto the bed beside her but they almost flew open
when she felt a moist cloth sliding along her thighs. She
was grateful he was cleaning her, because she didn't have the
inclination to do it herself but knew she would have regretted
waking up later with sticky, congealed fluids coating herself.

Again, Mulder retreated, apparently to get rid of the cloth.
She heard his footsteps head back her way and halt nearby.
He wasn't climbing back into bed? She finally opened her
eyes and looked inquiringly at him, only to see that he was
merely blowing out the candles. He moved to the other side
of the bed to take care of the remaining few, then
hesitated. He seemed uncertain of what to do. "Lie down," she
urged, smoothing the unoccupied space beside her. "Plenty of
room for two. And don't think I'm letting you get away from me
now."

Mulder's face broke into a wide grin as he took her up on
her invitation. "That's just fine with me."

Seconds later, lying spooned up against Mulder, Scully's last
conscious thought was that the costs of a replacement VCR and
rental video were well worth it. And that maybe she didn't
hate false poltergeist cases so much after all.

-end-