From: To: Jamie Cc: Subject: Part Two Date: Saturday, February 10, 2001 8:08 PM Hi everyone. Well, this is a sequel to "Be Mine," although it could stand alone. Business first, legalese yaddah yaddah yaddah. I do not own nor intend to infringe upon any intellectual property, etc. blah blah blah. Hey, I didn't go to law school for nothing. Any songs mentioned herein are likewise not meant to be infringed upon Second, this is ADULT fanfic. If you are under 18, or can't tolerate this genre, well, you know the drill. Back button, please. Third, this is MSR, some smut, some humor. My trademark is light porn with a humorous twist. There is plenty of angsty and graphic stuff around, but I stick to what I write best. If this offends you, sorry. Lastly, this entire story was inspired by a shopping trip to my local Target. Honest. As for the "special" candies, they ARE available...but I won't say where ;-) Enjoy! TWO HEARTS by Mistress V Summary: Snowbound in Salem. Mulder sings in this one! Scully admits a secret! And they celebrate Valentine's Day, together. 1-2-3-, awwwwww! The bar had a generator. As they walked in, Scully and Mulder were astonished to hear music. Candles lit every available counter space, and there were plenty of locals celebrating the holiday, the blizzard, or both. "Hey---Happy Valentine's Day, folks!" the barman greeted them. "Sorry about the power, but at least we have music. 80's night! We've got mac n'cheese or chicken potpie, made by my ladywife in our very own fireplace, on the menu. Enjoy!" They must have started salivating in unison. "Oh god, I love them BOTH," Scully despaired. "So, we'll GET both, and share," Mulder declared happily. They sat at the bar. Several brandy snifters, filled with candy hearts, were placed here and there. Mulder grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth, then reached for more. He stopped short, eyes widening. "Whaaaa?" he squeaked. The barman laughed. "We have a 50/50 mix, regular and, er, special," he winked. "Have fun...!" Wordlessly, Mulder handed his partner a fuschia heart. "BITE ME!" it read. They both dissolved into laughter. ***** The simple comfort food proved an aphrodisiac of sorts. Delicious and satisfying, they enjoyed feeding it to each other. It was almost like foreplay. Music pulsed in the background. "Build this dream together, stand in stone forever, nothing's gonna stop us now..." Starship sang. Their eyes met, kissing without contact. Mulder dropped his hand to her thigh and stroked it suggestively but innocently, promising delights to come later. "Always wanted to share this song with someone," he admitted. Scully placed her hand over his. "I'm here, Fox." The music, enhanced by the candlelight atmosphere, was erotic. Mulder wondered how long he could last. Scully looked so damned sexy there...His jeans were strangling something. Scully excused herself to the ladies' room. When she returned, a series of the candy hearts were next to her Coke. "Be Mine," "Love You," "Make Love 2 Me." She just smiled. "Let's dance," she suggested. Shit! Mulder cursed his inability to do anything other than stand and sway. But he followed her onto the dance floor just as the deejay announced, "And now, a slow set for all you lovebirds!" They melted into one another and began to move slowly. "I'll never find a better love, not in a minute..." "I'm dyin' to say, that I'm crazy for you...touch me once and you know it's true...I never wanted anyone like this...it's all brand new..." "Hold me now, warm my heart, stay with me, let lovin' start..." Then the pace changed. Mulder was amazed to see his partner's demeanor change as well. She began a sensuous movement to the beat and he watched, transfixed. It was like watching a combination of every exotic dancer he'd ever seen, only a thousand times better because she was real. And she was his. "Shootin' at the walls of heartache, BANG! BANG!, I am the Warrior!" Scandal wailed the words and she writhed along with them. She danced away from him, lost in the beat. Jesus CHRIST, Mulder thought. All she needed was a pole and she could have another career. But her movements were more pure, more erotic, than any porn queen, of the many he was suddenly ashamed of having watched. "Heart to heart you win, if you survive..." The music stopped as the generator coughed. Mulder took the opportunity to lead Scully back to the bar so he could breathe. Damn. Some bastard had taken her barstool. Without hesitation, she pushed him onto his own chair and sat down on his lap, smiling wickedly. Christ again. She wiggled, satisfied with what she obviously felt beneath her, then looked at the hearts he'd left there once more. Her hands picked through the snifter, seeking. She giggled as she worked. Mulder looked down at her offering. "It's Love," "Lick Me, "2 Nite!" Oh god. His jeans just got another size too small. She took a sip of her drink and watched his pleasant discomfort. "Scullll-EEEEEEE" he hissed in her ear, even as his hips pressed into her denim clad rear. But he was smiling. He pawed through the hearts once more, searching. Finally, he had a sentence. Kind of. "My Love," "I'm Hard," "Take Me Home," "Right Now!" For an answer, she held up a single heart. "Yes." *** The snow had grown thicker. They wandered back to the inn, giggling. "It was great to hear that music," Scully admitted. "It got me going." "I'll say it did," Mulder slapped her rear, squeezing her tighter against his side. "But I'm a rock and roll kinda guy myself." Somehow, this did not come as a surprise. Mulder stopped and began to sing. Or what passed for singing. "Come down with fire...Lift my spirits higher, someone's screaming my name...come and make me holy again..." Rainbow. It just figured. Scully shook her head and smiled. He threw his head skyward and shouted,"I'm the man on the SILVER MOUNTAIN!!!!" Some local hounds joined in right then, baying along in harmony. Obviously embarrassed, Mulder compensated by hoisting Scully on his back and jogging up the road towards the LightShip. They arrived breathless, laughing and covered with snow. "Brrrr," Scully shivered as they let themselves into their room. "I could do with a bath. I hope the water's hot!" "Mulder pressed up against her. "May I join you?" he whispered. She took his hand and started for the bathroom. "You'd better!" Scully used her newly purchased goodies---which she blessed for having bought---to set the mood. Mulder, arriving with a bottle of champagne and some strawberries, was appreciative. "Oh my," he said simply. They undressed each other slowly, then climbed into the welcomingly warm bubbles. Mulder pulled her against him and they fed each other strawberries. "So Scully," he remarked pleasantly, "were you a girl scout?" She laughed. "Why do you ask?" He kissed her, tasting strawberries. "Well," he said, "you certainly were prepared for tonight. Were you planning this?" Damn. Scully blushed furiously, then eyed him levelly. "No. I was shopping before you called, and had bought these on impulse." Mulder's stomach flipped over. Maybe there WAS someone in DC? Maybe he HAD ruined her weekend plans? She continued softly, shyly. "I planned to be good to myself on Valentine's Day, even if I couldn't have you." Amazement flooded through him and he pulled her close. "I love you," they both said together. They explored the sensation of touching underwater. "Stand up," she commanded, out of the blue. Mulder's head popped up. "Why?" he asked. "Because I want to take you in my mouth!" Ka-CHING!!!!!!!! In the end, they both ended up on the thick cotton bathroom rug, and she showed her partner how oral she could be. He stroked her hair as he flooded her mouth, shouting her name while every molecule of his body felt years of pent up relief finally happen. She looked up at him, licking her lips in satisfaction. "Delicious," she declared. Mulder grabbed her for a kiss. "Let's have dessert!" ***** "Oooh! Yum!" Scully purred as the chocolate body paint found its mark. She sneaked a taste with her fingertip, then sucked the entire finger suggestively. Mulder grinned and pointed the whip cream nozzle. "Ahhhhh!" He eyed her appreciatively, so innocent and so sexy at the same time. "I want it in my mouth," he whispered. Scully laughed and took the bowl of ice cream sundae off the counter where they had been creating it, and they settled onto the sofabed. They fed each other the ice cream and savored the heady, drunken feeling of new, requited love. "Scully," Mulder ran a spoon along her inner thigh. "Tell me..." "What?" She deliberately licked whipped cream off her own spoon. Mulder showed his tongue, suggestively licking his upper lip. "Back there, you were dancing, well, so sexily. Like you knew just what to do to make me go crazy." He kissed her breast, which had popped through the gap in her robe. She squealed at the coolness of his lips. After she composed herself, Scully looked at him. "You really want to know?" she purred. Mulder kissed the air. "Welll," she started, settling into his embrace, "I took ballet for years. But when I was in med school, some of us decided to take this EverLearn one day course..." she faltered and blushed, then busied herself with the last of the ice cream. Mulder touched her lips and she kissed his fingers. "And?" "It was in, er, erotic dancing, taught by a few local entertainers. I guess I learned from them." Mulder started at her. His cock leaped to attention as he pictured her in a bikini, shimmying around a pole. "We even dressed the part," she finished, grinning a sly grin. "Oh my," Mulder said for the second time that evening. He reached for her and covered her mouth with his. They kissed, knowing that delights yet to be experienced were just a few heartbeats away. "I want to lick you," Mulder whispered hoarsely after awhile. Scully moaned into his mouth. "I want you to, Fox, please," she gasped. "But not here, not like this," he told her, eyeing the overstuffed armchair. He stood her up and slid the robe off her shoulders, sighing as her hands made quick work of his boxers and t-shirt. "Come with me, my love," he commanded, and led Scully to the chair, then pushed her gently backwards until she was sitting. He spread her legs, draping them over the arm rests, savoring the anticipation. Scully looked back at him, face flushed with desire. She wanted this as badly as he did. He knelt before her and buried his mouth in her glistening, hot core. God, she tasted so sweet. "Oh, Mulder, SOOOOOOOOO fine," she gasped against his lips. Mulder continued his oral ministrations. Christ, she came so fast. Every time. "Yessss! Mulder, YESSSS!" Scully screamed her orgasm against his tongue, and he moaned, burying his face deeper in her wetness. They both caught their breath, Mulder still running his fingers through her slickness, looking up in wonder at this woman who fulfilled him so completely. He suddenly sat back on the floor, then put his hands on her hips, easily lifting her off the chair. He positioned her just so and impaled her in one slow, smooth movement. Her moan was one of delight, not pain. "Mul-DAAAARRRR! I LOVE YOU!" she cried. ***** In the kitchen, which was directly below the Widow's Walk Suite, Circe Martin paused in the chess game she was playing with her husband. The sounds of pure, uninhibited sexual pleasure were clearly audible from the room above. "Platonic, my foot!" she declared to her husband. "Ayuh," he acknowledged, and picked up a game piece. "Checkmate." ***** Saturday. Snowy, erotic, blissful. And no way to go anywhere near an airport. Thank god, Mulder thought. He grinned as he tried to remember how many different positions they'd tried last night...or was it this morning? Six? Eight? A dozen? Just as well they had slept in. Circe Martin brought up a late breakfast, cooked, she'd said, on that reliable old wood stove. Was it his imagination, or had she winked at them? The power was back, but no one could get anywhere; the blizzard was still raging outside. After another delicious bathtub preliminary, they'd ended up in the Master Suite's huge bed, at last. Now they sat in front of the fire, content. Working. On their report. "Food," Scully suddenly remarked. He looked over at her end of the couch. "Food?" he repeated, looking out the window at the solid wall of blowing snow. "Yes, Mulder, you know, the stuff you eat?" she replied. He quirked a smile as he snaked his hand out to caress between her thighs, through her leggings, which had survived the cola dunking and the soak. They seemed to have shrunk, or maybe she just hadn't bothered with underwear. She sighed in mock frustration as she danced free of his caress. "Later," she promised. "Right now, I mean FOOD food. I'm famished!" They perused the mini fridge. Pate, crackers, brie, Grey Poupon, caviar. Scully was secretly glad that other couple had cancelled. Now they could share the booty. "I hope this isn't too luxurious for your taste," she looked at her partner with amusement, remembering how he could inhale three-day-old Thai food---for breakfast. He laughed as they wandered back to the fire. Someday, he'd tell her about the balls and house parties he'd attended at Oxford. But not today, she was just barely his, and he didn't want to chance any jealousy. They dined on food and love. "Well," Mulder sighed contentedly, rubbing his stomach, "now what? TV?" Scully looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned. "I know!" she said, "let's listen to my new 'Cops n' Robbers TV themes' cd! "Why not?" Mulder agreed, "Sounds like fun!" The cd was a great idea. The familiar themes brought smiles to both of their faces. Scully had briefly had reservations---maybe the songs might trigger painful memories---but Mulder eagerly read the album notes. "Oh, man." he enthused as 'MOTOCOP's twin trumpets echoed through the room. "I loved that show! Those ElectraGlides..." His eyes widened as he continued to read. "Mulder?" "Turn it off," he commanded as the theme faded out. Scully's heart began to thud as she watched her partner get up and go into the bedroom. Oh no, this WAS a bad idea. He closed the door behind him. "Mulder?" she asked again, feeling panic clutch at her chest. "In a mo," he shouted. She realized. The smile in his voice was apparent. It was going to be ok. But what---? She glanced at the album notes, then made a connection. GLADES DEA. Before she could speculate further, Mulder's voice interrupted. "OK, Scully, you can hit play!" The 80's syntho beat of the hugely popular show began. Scully looked at the bedroom door as it swung open, and gasped in astonishment. DEA agent Skip Corrigan entered the room, in perfect time to the music, just as she'd seen on TV a hundred times. Only it was Fox Mulder. And not Fox Mulder. There he was, Ray Bans, suit jacket with the sleeves pushed up, loosely knotted necktie over a tshirt, jeans, handcuffs on the beltloops, loafers, no socks, weapon in hand. He stalked, turned, bent and posed around the room in prefect synchronicity to the music. It was the most erotic 1:28 of Dana Scully's life. Mulder turned off the cd player and grabbed her from behind. "Time for a strip search," he whispered in her ear. ***** "I can't get enough of you," she said later, with a smile, her hands caressing his thighs. His sated cock responded with an appreciative twitch. "Mmmm, Agent Scully, that goes the same for me<" he replied as he pulled her next to him. "Your powers of recovery astonish me," Scully laughed as she watched his manhood grow slowly into semi-erectness. "Must be something to do with you," he kissed her, grateful for the love between that they now knew would heal them both. "I love how you taste." She turned red. "Um,er," she began. He laid a finger on her lips. "You taste so sweet," he continued, "but I wish we weren't here...that cd got me fantasizing..." Her eyes, which had closed, fluttered open. "What?" she asked. Mulder propped himself up on an elbow. "Picture this," he began. "You and me, on some deserted tropical beach, all wet from a swim...and you're wearing this ---scrap---of lycra, and you give me that look of yours..." She smiled. This was going to be good. "And I tear it off you and sit you down on my face, in the sunshine, and I watch you come in broad daylight...and you're screaming and writhing, and then I just take you..." "Let's put in for a transfer to Honolulu," she suggested with a wink. They drifted off to sleep as the storm howled outside. ***** It was the sunlight, blazing through the window the next morning, that woke them. "Hey, Scully---look!" Mulder said. "It cleared up!" She followed his gaze. A crystalline perfect New England morning was visible. Gorgeous. "So,Mulder," she asked, running her fingers across his six-pack, "do we try for Logan, then?" He slid his hand through the wetness that was already waiting for him. "Later," he began. Mulder's cell phone beeped annoyingly. Damn! He'd left it charging overnight. "Don't answer," Scully moaned, even though she knew he had to. "Good morning sir!" Oh no. Skinner. "Yes, it's finally stopped here," Mulder began. "We'll be heading---oh? You're still socked in?" Scully slid down to place a kiss on something. Mulder bit his lip. "Oh, I see. Right away? Well, Logan's probably backed up until July...how's Dulles looking?" Scully licked him once, then rolled onto her back and spread her thighs, wantonly. Mulder followed, sitting between them, one hand playing, the other holding the phone. He made an annoyed face at her. "Ok, we'll go for a direct flight then. Yes, we'll email the report then. But sir...!" Skinner must have interrupted, because Mulder used the break to give her swollen bud a few satisfying licks. She arched her body towards his mouth, grinning. Mulder pulled back and spoke into the phone once more. "YES sir. But as I was saying," his fingers continued what his mouth had begun, "we're in New England, and we're hardly prepared..." his voice trailed off for a moment. "Right sir. Yes, there are stores. Ok sir, good-bye." He hit the end button, laughing. "What is it?" Scully asked as he positioned himself between her thighs. "We have to head out this afternoon. Some messy animal mutilation case, with witnesses," he replied, making sure she was wet enough for him. For once, Scully could have cared less. But her curiosity was piqued, so she asked, "Where?" Mulder pushed the hair out of her face and gave her a kiss. "Florida," he said, with a twinkle in his eyes. She was still giggling as he entered her. So, hat trick? I could do it...! Comments welcome, flames fired back. pasvee@yahoo.com