Title: Unexpected Author: Lovesfox E-mail: lovesfox@rogers.com Website: www.geocities.com/fanficcorner Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR, Smut, PWP Spoilers: None Summary: Mulder drops by Scully's apartment unexpectedly. Archive: Please ask Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, Chris Carter and 1013 Productions have that privilege Author's Notes: An early birthday gift for Nancy Unexpected by Lovesfox Scully's Apartment Saturday 10:40 AM His three knocks have gone unanswered, so finally Mulder pulls his keys from his jacket pocket. Flipping through them, he locates Scully's apartment key with ease, and fits it into the lock. The tumblers make a dull clunk as they disengage, and moments later he is slipping inside the door. He hesitates just over the threshold, arm twisted behind him and hand still holding the doorknob, uncertain now of the bold move he has made in entering without first informing her he is coming over. But all morning since rising, he has felt this overwhelming need to see her, and finally unable to withstand it any longer, he has come over. And now he is here. In for a penny, in for a pound. One more step and then he is releasing the doorknob, turning to shut the door quietly and re-engage the lock. Several more steps have him just inches away from her sofa. Though her apartment seemed quiet as he'd hovered at her doorway, he now can hear the faint strands of music floating down the hall. She *is* home, and an indescribable feeling surges through him with that knowledge. His earlier uncertainty returns, and Mulder wavers in place, torn between leaving before she knows he has even been here, and calling out her name. The dilemma is ended when Scully rounds the corner, coming to an abrupt halt when she sees him standing there, a loud gasp escaping from between her parted lips. Hand going to her chest, which he notes absently is heaving, she exclaims, "Jesus, Mulder. You scared me!" He mumbles an apology, the words of which he immediately cannot recall. For he is too busy staring with fascination and lust at her attire. What little of it there is. Braless, she is wearing a pale pink, spaghetti strapped tank top that exposes her navel, and thin, grey cotton drawstring pajama pants riding low on her hips. Bare toes, capped with frosted pink nails, peek out at him. He is instantly hard. Without words to warn her of his intent, without conscious thought really, he moves forward those last few steps and swoops in. Hauling her against him, he bends his head and claims her lips. Moaning low and deep in her throat, she winds her fingers through his hair, coming up on her tiptoes to keep their bodies pressed together. Sliding his own hands downward, he palms her ass, fingers kneading and caressing. Lifting and lowering her along the bulge of his erection. Tearing her mouth away, panting for air, Scully gasps, "Mulder?" Hands moving to her hips, he slides his lips wetly along her cheek, down the tendon in her neck, and pauses to suck on her collarbone. Finally he murmurs into her flesh, "I missed you." Scully hums, her grasp on his hair tightening and then relaxing, and weakly staggers backwards, until her back hits the wall. "I'm here," she croons, rocking them both. "I'm here." It is heaven there in her arms, but he wants more. Bowing his back, Mulder traces his tongue along her skin, following the strap of her tank, to where the material widens just over her breast. He bumps over the barrier of the cotton edging and down to her nipple, sucking the hardened nub into his mouth through the tank top. Scully hisses and moans his name. His thumbs stroke her hips, brushing lightly over her taut abdomen, and she jerks against him, dislodging his mouth from her nipple. Suddenly her calf is around his and she is humping his leg, grinding herself on the hardness of his thigh. He helps her, flexing his thigh, one hand on her lower back and the other on her ass, pushing her down harder on his leg. The motion also presses Scully's thigh into his hard cock, and the friction combined with the fact that this is *Scully* rubbing herself on him rapidly brings him closer and closer to the brink. A moment later her hands fist painfully in his hair and she tenses against him as she comes, her hips jerking and her breath hot and heavy on his neck. "Ohhhhhh..." she sighs, her hips slowing, but not stopping, her movements languid now. Then she is nearly boneless against him, her head nestled into his neck, and her arms limp around his shoulders. His arms encircle her waist, holding her, supporting her. And despite his own desperate need, he waits for her. Involuntarily though, he bucks against her, and she lets out a half-sigh/half-moan before lifting her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes are seductively sleepy and satisfied, and her lips curve into a smile. "That was ...unexpected...but absolutely wonderful." His fingers flex against her ribcage. "Wonderful," he repeats, pleased. "I can do wonderful." She laughs throatily and wiggles from his hold, sliding her hand over his groin before grabbing his hand and tugging. "Bedroom," she says simply, and leads him down the hall. *~*~* He follows her, unresistingly of course. But his arousal has him quickly overtaking her, and by the time they reach her bedroom, he is dragging her along, her breathless laughter filling the air. Scooping her up into his arms once she has cleared the doorway, he strides forward in two mighty steps and then throws her on the bed. Before she can do more than get out, "Mul-" his body is covering hers and he is taking possession of her mouth, his hands caging her head. Her arms wrap around his waist as she shifts so that he is lying flat-out in the cradle of her parted thighs, and her legs likewise wrap around his thighs. Fingers clutching at his tee-shirt, she begins to undulate her lower body against his hardness. Groaning into her mouth, Mulder comes up on one elbow, leaning his weight to one side, and works his hand down between their bodies, fingers plucking at the button of his jeans. Uselessly, it seems, as he cannot pry the metal disc from its mooring. He curses under his breath. "Let me," Scully murmurs, and her hands nudge his aside. She deftly pops the recalcitrant button before proceeding to slowly and torturously unzip his fly. He both watches in fascination and shudders from the feeling as her slim fingers reach into the parted denim and free his cock from his cotton boxers through the flap. Wrapping her hand around him completely, she gives him a squeeze, and his hips buck into the contact, her name escaping his lips in a hiss. Amazingly, she somehow maneuvers him onto his back, without losing her hold on his erection, and he sprawls his limbs wide, eager for any attention she may bestow upon him. On her knees beside him, she bends and brings her mouth to his cock, held steady and upright by her hand. Feather- light, she traces her tongue around the head, wringing another shudder and a hoarse shout from him. She looks up at him from beneath her lashes and smiles, repeating her action, before releasing him and straightening. Scooting backwards down the bed, she quickly unlaces his boots and then yanks them off one at a time, tossing them onto the floor to land with dull thuds. His socks are next, her nails running teasingly along his arches, making him jump and shiver, his toes curling, and husk out her name in reproach. Crawling along his body with a feline grace, she sits up at his waist and tucks her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Mindful of his erection jutting proudly into the air, she tugs at the denim, murmuring, "Up." Bending his knees and planting his feet flat, Mulder lifts his backside up as she pulls his jeans down his hips. He lowers himself again and helps kick his legs free, smiling as she also carelessly tosses his pants aside. His boxers are next, carefully eased over his cock, to be discarded over the side as well. Rising from the bed, Scully skims her pajama pants down and off, giving him only a brief glimpse of a scrap of cotton that was her panties as they go along for the ride. Her tank top is next, lifted off with haste and then she is straddling his waist, her bare knees hugging his sides. Her hands glide under his tee-shirt, which has ridden up slightly with their activities. His abs contract as she lightly scratches her way up to his nipples, and his hips buck once more when she rubs her thumbs over the flat brown nubs. Flexibility and grace personified, she bends at the waist and trails her nose up his sternum, her hands gathering the cotton tee-shirt up and out of her way. Her lips quickly find a target -- his left nipple, which Scully has formed an attachment to, for reasons known only to her. She licks it, then lets her teeth scrape over it, and he rewards her with yet another husky groan. His hands have found her hips, and now he slides them down further to cup her ass, squeezing and kneading, rubbing her against his neglected cock. Rising sinuously, she tells him, "Off," as she tugs at the hem of his tee shirt. Together they pull it off, and it flutters away somewhere, he doesn't care, really. Her hands take hold of first his right hand, and then his left, guiding each one to her headboard, where she urges him to curl his fingers around two spindles. Satisfied, she resumes her position straddling him, only she holds herself steady, remaining poised above him. So close, and yet so far. "Scully, please," he begs, thrusting upwards, hoping she'll take pity on him. And she does. Reaching between them, the fingers of her right hand wrap around his cock at the base. Holding him steady, she slowly lowers herself onto him inch by inch, until at last he is fully imbedded within her heat. Her head drops back as a low moan reverberates from her parted lips. She does not move, and he knows she is savoring this moment. He quivers with the effort of holding himself still, for it seems he has been aroused forever. Suddenly her head snaps forward, and she is riding him, hard and fast. His eyes slam shut as intense pleasure rushes through him, from the soles of his feet clear to his scalp, and a strangled approximation of her name squeaks out. He forces them open again though, for watching Scully as she moves on him or below him or beside him is an intoxicating experience. Sometimes enough to throw him completely over the edge, depending on how far gone he is. And right now, he's nearly there. Scully's gaze is focused downward, but as if she senses his gaze upon her, she raises her head slightly to stare at him. Her lush mouth is half-open, her skin dewy with perspiration, and her hair a wild nimbus tumbling about her neck and shoulders. She is a vision. He wants to grab her hips and roll them over and plow into her until neither of them can tell where one begins and the other ends, but he also wants her to never stop moving the way she is moving. So his hands tightly clench the spindles of the headboard, the muscles of his forearms flexing and contracting, and he uses his hold there to brace himself, and to counterthrust. It is both a relief and a curse when he feels that familiar tingle that signifies his impending orgasm. A curse because he knows Scully is not yet there. But it is doubtful he can stave off this release. He tells her this, with far less intelligible speech. "Scully...close," he grunts. Her right hand leaves its resting place on his abdomen, and drifts up to her mound. Sensing her intention, he releases one of the spindles and stills her hand, brushing it out of the way, and brings his thumb into play. A few rough swipes, and she throws her head back again, intoning, "Yesssss...right there, Mulder." She grinds herself on him, pulsating around his cock, and he is gone. Bellowing her name and bucking wildly, his orgasm roars through his body like an express train. When he goes still except for lingering aftershocks, Scully continues to move on him for several long seconds, the expression on her face fierce in its beauty as she works for her climax. Finally she utters a sharp cry and stiffens before collapsing bonelessly, her head on his chest and her arms sprawled limply on the mattress. Finding his last ounce of energy, Mulder lifts one hand to her back and strokes slowly, soothingly. She lets out a contented sigh and murmurs, "Mulder...feel free to do unexpected and wonderful any time, okay?" "I plan to," he mumbles back, a smile curving his lips as he feels himself sliding into peaceful slumber. *** THE END