Title: Breathe Classification: MSR, UST Scully POV Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: small reference to Pusher. Summary: Scully tries to relieve her tension, seeking Mulder in her fantasies... Feedback: Oh please... I ask every time... and still I must beg for more... Archive: Please do, just let me know where, that's all I ask. Disclaimer: yadayadayada... you know they're not mine, never were, never will be... ***** Breathe By xenoprobe I'm breathing. I'm breathing and the sound of the blood in my veins is so loud, I can hear nothing else. The sheets were cool when I first lay down but now... now they are nearly as damp as I am. I close my eyes tightly, thinking of you, recalling how you leaned into me- close, to say goodnight earlier. I was staring at your mouth, watching the words 'goodnight Scully' drip from your lips, not caring if you noticed my gaze. I run my fingers over my face, tickling my skin with a feather-like touch. I concentrate on my breathing and the vivid thought of your strong hands. Your fingers at the small of my back. Your hands clutching mine in assurance. Your grip on the gun, poised to shoot. I can still hear your whispers from that long ago day 'Scully... run. Scully...' I was afraid then but now the memory only serves to heighten the sense of longing I feel for you. I dip a finger into my mouth, wetting it and wishing I was tasting you. I've seen you aroused Mulder. I've seen the strain and bulge of you erection, pressing against your slacks- in the car, on stakeouts, in hotel rooms, in dreams. I have enough moments to maintain a more than healthy catalogue of fantasies in my tired brain. I run my hands down over my neck, across my shoulders and smooth my palms over my breasts. The warmth of my hands and the cool breeze of hotel air conditioning make my nipples harden. Or could it simply be that tonight my hands are yours Mulder. Tonight, again. Through heavy lids I gaze down at myself in the low pinkish light, I can see the blue flicker of your t.v. through the open connecting doors. I gave up curtailing my pleasures a long time ago, knowing your preference to leave the doors ajar. I find it that much more arousing, thinking you could walk in at any moment and find me naked and raw, on top of the sheets. I am unashamed now. I shed the guilt of masturbation as weeks of wanting you turned into years. I pinch at the stiff nubs of my nipples wanting to feel you- forceful and demanding. I like to dream of your mouth covering my breasts, sucking them, kneading them with your tongue. "Oooohhh..." I can feel the silky brush of your hair across my skin when it is only the tickle of my fingertips in reality. I can sense the moist heat of your breath upon my belly, moving lower, when I am aware that it is the sheen of perspiration I am breaking with. I moan to the touch of your hands gripping my thighs, so strong- knowing my own hands do not hold the same strength. "Oh Muldrerrr..." I wish it were your mouth- so close to my sex that I twitch in anticipation. I wish it were your lips parting mine. I wish it were your tongue delving deeply then flicking over my clit. I'm on fire. "Oh God!" I wish it were your fingers thrusting inside me Mulder, not mine- not mine. I wish it were you- inside me- you. "You, Mulder... I wish it was you... you... love you... oh God- Mmmullderrrr..." I cannot stop the clenching sensation that swells within me. I can feel you Mulder; I can smell the sticky anticipation of climax hanging in the air. I am vaguely aware that the blue light from your room is lower and somehow the sound of my breath is everywhere, surrounding me and calling me across the line of fire. "Yes Scully... so beautiful..." My hips are raised from the comforter and I am arched in flooding feeling and am so entranced in this fantasy that you are here, teasing me, taunting me, coaxing me with your hands, fingers, mouth and tongue. "Mulder... oh Mulder... love... oh God- I'm coming!" "Yesss... come for me Scully... come for me..." With a burst of colours, I am freed and flying and naked to the soul. A smile spreads across my brain and I am warm and full. As I drift back to my sheets I am sleepy and sated, as much as I can be without you Mulder but my orgasm has failed to lift me from loneliness. I roll onto my side and exhale only to feel my breath bounced back against my face. I open my eyes and its you. Mulder. "Mulder!" I recoil. I didn't even hear him, did not feel him in my bed. He reaches out and smoothes a lock of my moistened hair from my sweaty brow. His expression is earnest and soft; he looks almost bashful but not ashamed. I am surprised that I am not more embarrassed. He smiles. "Shhhh Scully. It's alright. I'm sorry for intruding Scully but you were so beautiful, so beautiful Scully." He pulls away slightly, like he's readying to leave. "Mulder wait-" What do I want? "Stay with me a while... stay with me." I chance to look into his eyes- all I want is there, swirling inside those dilated pools. "Scuhllee..." He breathes and I find his lips pressed to mine quickly, searing me with the most profound kiss I have ever felt. He gathers me in his arms, pulling me deeper into the kiss, deeper into his soul. The room around us echoes the sounds of breathing. We're breathing. We're breathing and the sound of blood in my veins swells with e ach new infliction of our tangled kisses. We breathe. *** Please do send feedback... I am trying to better myself and can only do so with your suggestions, comments, praise... xenoprobe@hotmail.com