Title:  A Wet Dream: Rain is slowly falling- (1/1)
Author:  T L Young
E-mail:  Tlyoung767@aol.com
Rating:  NC-17 (graphic sex, colorful language)
Classification:  SR
Keywords:  Mulder/Scully 
Spoilers:  None
Summary:  Scully has a dream.
Archive:  OK for Gossamer, others just let me know where.
Disclaimer:  Don't need one.  Pthhhh! 
Warning:  If you are under 18 get out now.  That's all I have to say
about that. 

Authors Note: This vignette was inspired by the fantastic CD `Afro
Celt Sound System - Volume 2: Release', and especially by the song `Hypnotica'. 
If you have it, please pop it in while you read.  And now - on with the show-

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Rain is slowly falling.  Fat diamond drops that sparkle in the light. 
Defying the natural laws of gravity with their lazy descent.  I reach out and 
feel
their coolness splash my fingertips.  My hand glistens.  All I hear is my own
breathing.

The light begins to fade to gray.  I realize that I am in the middle
of a street.  A busy street.  Cars slowly slide by, hissing across the wet 
pavement,
as if I wasn't there.  I feel no danger here.  People are casually walking down 
the
sidewalk, under the shelter of their umbrellas, in a sort of hypnotic daze. 
They do not see me.  The city towers overhead.  Everything is in slow motion.

Raising my face to the darkening sky I feel drops of water splash my
skin and slide down my neck.  I am warm and their coolness is an anointing.  
They
glide down my shoulders and between my breasts.  Plastering my white silk
nightshirt to my body.  The filmy garment quickly becomes transparent, revealing 
the
tightening peaks of my breasts, as the rain pours over me.

I turn my face toward a familiar feeling.  And he is there. 
Watching.  My pulse quickens.  I stand wet and nearly naked before him.  Yet, I 
don't 
seek to cover myself from his gaze.  He's on the sidewalk.  The only person 
around,
as ever, that sees me.  

He watches me take in his appearance.  His hair, wet and smoothed down
over his forehead.  His tie askew.  His white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top
and as transparent as mine.  It clings to his chest as I watch him breath. 
My eyes slide down over him.  His pants are soaked and sticking to him 
awkwardly.  
Confessing his hunger.  I meet his eyes and there is no humor there.  Only need.

He begins to walk toward me.  The cars slide by in an intricate
dance.  He doesn't look at them.  Only at me.  He's walking in a lazy but 
determined
stride, and I delight in watching him move.  A feral jungle cat.

Inevitably he towers over me.  Steam seems to radiate from him and
envelop me in his presence.  Reaching out, I slide my hand up his chest.  He is
solid and warm. He doesn't move.  I place both hands against him and run them 
over his
pectoral muscles, then slowly down his stomach.  Feeling the wet material of
his shirt slide over muscle and flesh.  His breath is shallow and he jerks 
slightly
when I pass over his sensitive ribs.

I reach up and unknot his tie, slowly sliding it through his collar. 
He watches with sensual, esurient eyes as rainwater runs over his face and lips.  
The
tie falls to the road as the raindrops splash against the pavement.  I grasp the 
bottom
of his shirt and he places his hands over mine.  They are large and soft.  And 
he
smiles.  I watch muscles glide under his glistening skin as he lifts his shirt
off over his head. It too meets the road.

I place my hands on his chest and watch in fascination as drops of
water slide over his skin and down my arms.  He steps forward and wraps his arms 
around me. Pressing my face against his chest, I breathe in his scent.  I'm
wearing nothing but panties under my nightshirt.  The damp material clings to me 
as his
hands stroke down and squeeze my bottom.  A groan escapes me as he pulls me 
closer
and presses his formidable cock against my stomach.  He is hard and hot.

Sliding my arms around his torso, my hands follow the rivulets of
water down to his ass.  I pull him tighter into me and my head falls back at the
feeling of this intimate contact.  He brings one hand up between us, under my 
shirt,
and strokes his way to my chest.  Water trails down over my face and between the
valley of my breasts as I arch my back.  He follows with his mouth.  Pressing
fevered lips against my face and wet silk-clad flesh.

My eyes slide shut as he finds my nipple and begins to tease it with
his tongue.  He supports my back with an arm like steel.  Reaching down with his 
free
hand, he caresses my inner thigh.  As water drips from my hair down over his
arm, my head lolls to the side.  He begins to stroke me through my wet panties 
and
my breath starts to come in ragged gasps.  My knees have turned to jelly and I
have to hold onto him for balance.

He lifts his head and begins to plunder my neck with nips and kisses
as he strokes me.  His body is everywhere.  He is all chest and hands and mouth.  
He
moves me back a bit and I feel something bump into the back of my thighs.  I
look behind me and smile in surprise.  It's a desk!

I lean back, allowing my body to rest against this desk in the middle
of the street, and he follows me.  I gently rub the back of his neck as he 
hovers
over me and suckles my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.  He runs his big hand 
over
the silk clinging to my skin until he grasps the top of my panties.  I lift my
hips and he peels the soaking wet material down my legs.

Water begins to pool beneath me as the rain continues to fall.  He
spreads my thighs and I hear his zipper.  I lift myself up to see the sight of
him naked.  His turgid cock glistens as the rain runs over him.  Sparkling drops 
of
water run down over the purple head and shaft of his penis, dripping from his 
balls. 
Lying  back down I sigh with satisfaction as he leans over me and positions his
cock at my opening.  I feel a heat like a brand as it touches me.

My back arches off the desk and I'm vaguely aware of the hiss of the
cars as they pass by.  Anxiety begins to fill me as I wait for completion.  He
looks down at me with eyes shining, and a slow smile at the corner of his mouth.  
He's
not in me. Just touching, not penetrating.  He runs his hands down my wet body,
over my breasts, over my stomach.  I begin to writhe at the heat of his cock
at my entrance. I want--need to feel that warmth inside me.

I reach to pull him into me.  But he runs his hands down my arms and
entwines my fingers with his.  He raises my arms up over my head, looming over
me.  And enters me.  His cock is smooth and wet and he slides in easily.  I am
suddenly-profoundly--satisfied.  He kisses my face and neck as he begins to
move.  He is thick, so I wrap my legs around his back, arching upward to pull 
him
deeper inside me.

He grasps both my wrists in one large hand and presses them into the
desk over my head.  He massages my breast with his free hand, slowly sliding his
cock in and out of me.  I struggle to free my hands.  I want to touch him. 
But he won't let me go.

He pulls my shirt up and begins to suckle at my flesh.  Lightly biting
and tugging until I'm whimpering.  He moves his arm under me and pulls me to 
him,
pushing deeper as his thrusts grow stronger.

The light begins to turn golden and the rain stops.  There are no more
cars.  No more people.  There's no more street.  Nothing exists but him.  Only
him.

He captures my mouth with his and I feel him moan against my lips. His
tongue pillages mine, taking my breath away with its ferocity.  His arm under
my back pulls me against his groin.  Faster.  My pussy is so full.  Full of
him.  He's pounding into me now.  Clasping my wrists over my head in a grip so
tight, it's almost painful.  I feel like I am powerless.  Helpless in his grip. 
And I like it.

My pussy begins to throb.  He stops stroking in and out, changing the
tempo.  I gasp for air as he releases my mouth and raises himself up.  He begins
to grind his cock into me with circular motions, never losing contact with my
clit.  His back and hips undulate above me as he groans with the effort to make 
me
come.

My pussy has become a part of him.  I can no longer tell where I end
and he begins. My inner walls contract around his thick cock and he pushes it
up inside me to make contact with that spot that has begun to itch.  His strokes
intensify as I begin to come.  He's barely pulling out of me now, just pushing,
pushing up into me so good.  

And I am coming.  I cry out at the strength of it, as a gush of
wetness surrounds his cock.  He moans and continues to pump me as if he knows 
exactly 
how to make it last.  A shiver travels from my chest across my arms and down my 
back
as my whole body shudders.

He slows down.  He's breathing hard and his eyes glitter as he looks
at me.  He stops stroking into me and releases my arms.  He smoothes my hair off
my forehead and blinks slowly, smiling a small crooked smile.  My pussy
throbs with the aftereffects of my orgasm and it feels good to have his
cock--there.  Still filling me.

He grasps my hips and begins moving inside me again with long slow
strokes.  I watch him.  His chest and shoulder muscles contract with every 
thrust
and his eyes slowly shut.  His head drops forward and he begins to gasp through 
his
mouth.  His arms surge as he pulls my hips onto him.  And I feel myself begin
to come again, just from watching him.  His cock swells and pulses inside me
and he groans.  His pace quickens until he is lifting me up to meet him at
the end of every thrust.  He looks down at where we are joined and watches 
himself fuck
me.  Three quick strokes, a soft whimper and he is coming.  His whole body
shakes as he finishes with small short strokes.  Giving me everything in him.

He nearly collapses on top of me, but manages to prop himself up on
one elbow. He caresses my face while trying to catch his breath.  I trace the
shape of his eyebrows with my finger.  He smiles down at me and extracts himself
from my body.  I instantly miss the contact.  He smoothes his hands over me as
he pushes himself up to stand on wobbly legs.  Smiling up at him, I sigh as he
runs a hand through his wet hair.  I feel wonderful.

I close my eyes and feel the golden light surrounding us slowly begin
to fade.  I look up to see him still gazing at me with a sad smile on his lips 
and
he too seems to fade.  I hear a strange ringing and struggle to get up off the 
desk
to follow him.

My spent body is sluggish.  Something is holding me down.  I close my
eyes and fight against the strange sensation.  The ringing is getting louder as
I strive to get up.  But I can't move.  I try to call out.  But he is gone.  
Then,
suddenly, I am free.

I open my eyes and sit up.  I am in my bed.  Alone in my room.  And
the phone is ringing.  I run my hands over my face, struggling to shake off my
disappointment as I answer the phone.  It's 2:23 in the morning.  I know who's
calling.            

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- Thine eye, ah! what an arrow! thine eyebrow,
     How strong a bow! and what an archer thou!
     Ah! what a target hast thou made of me.  -

                                                              Hafiz
(d.c. 1390) 

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