From: Rebecca Compeau To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] A Night at the Petri's NC17 1 of 1 Date: Thursday, August 02, 2001 9:09 PM Title: A Night at the Petri's Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: Scully watches while Mulder takes a shower. Category: UST Spoilers: missing scene from Arcadia Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: Not only am I shamelessly using Chris Carter's characters without permission or hope of profit, but they seem to faring BETTER at my hands. I knew Mulder was taking a shower, but I had to get into the bathroom, just for a second. I had left my cup of tea on the sink earlier, and it was cooling fast. I was sure I could snag it. I just had to make sure I moved quietly, so as not to make any noise. Mulder wouldn't really mind my intruding on his space like this, but he would never let me forget it. He couldn't seem to back off on the innuendo on this case. It was rattling me and really beginning to upset me. When I eased the bathroom door open, steam billowed thickly around me. I paused to adjust before taking three cautious steps forward. My eyes focused on my goal but then I took an involuntary look towards the shower. Damnit! I had forgotten that this one had a sliding door instead of a curtain. Suddenly the brief image from that glimpse transferred itself from my eyeballs to my brain. Coupled with a soft moan from the man under the spray, it was enough to stop me in my tracks. I looked over again, slowly, to confirm what I thought I had seen. Yes, I could easily make out Mulder's body through the frosted glass. One hand was braced on the back wall of the tub, while with the other he was...touching...himself. He was making soft, almost purring, groans as his hand moved slowly back and forth. I was hypnotized by the sight; I literally couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Despite the slight distortion, I could clearly see his thumb sweeping over the sensitive crown of his penis on every upstroke. Electric tingles raced up my spine. My thighs felt as if they were melting. I continued to watch him. Mulder stopped suddenly. Oh shit! Did he know I was here? Then I saw the way his fist was gripping the base of his erection. He was simply trying to draw out his pleasure and make it last. His pleasure. Oh my God. He started pumping himself again, faster now. I could hear his harsh breathing above the pounding of the water. This glimpse of my passionate partner masturbating was dangerous, sinful, and almost unbearably erotic. With a start, I realized I was on the verge of climbing in there with him. I would wrap my arms around his waist from behind and place both my hands over his considerable length. Mulder would jerk in shock, then arch back into me, pushing himself into my tight grip. Just then I heard him speak. "Oh Scully...Dana...God yes." Oh. My. God. I *have* to get out of here! He's *fantasizing* about ME! But oh I want to watch him so badly. I want to hear and see his orgasm. He's very close now. His hand is stroking so fast. With his other hand he reaches down and fondles his balls. I'm going to melt right into the floor. Mulder's cries are louder and more frantic now. He sounds sooo sexy. It makes me wish I could see his face a little better. I'm curious what kind of expression he's wearing. Are his eyes shut tight and his teeth clenched? Or are those beautiful hazel orbs a bit dazed looking while his lips turn down in a grimace? I bet his forehead is furrowed and that cute crease is there between his eyebrows. "Aaah, aaah, aaah!" he throws his head back, hips jerking hard. I nearly scream with him. My lower body is one huge throb of Mulderwant. He stands there a moment, hand still wrapped around his slowly softening penis. His head hangs down nearly to his chest, he's taking in great gulps of air. I snap out of it. Very shortly, he's going to shake off his post-orgasmic lethargy and hear me. I retreat silently and quickly, and pace around the bedroom. I forgot my tea! It doesn't matter, I'm so horny I can barely think straight anyway. He said my name. He *moaned* my name, right before he came. He *came* thinking about me! Mulder thinks about me sexually. No, no, no. I can't do this. It's unprofessional. We're on a case. My eyes fall on the bed and I turn away in terror. I rush to my chest of drawers, searching frantically for something, anything, to repel him. Something to make me look ugly. Aha! My flannel pajamas! And here's my new avocado face mask. Green goo should do the trick nicely. Now all I have to do is get through the evening and the rest of the night with those sounds, those images, burned into my brain. It's going to be a long night.