From: akelleynolan@yahoo.com   
      
   TITLE:  Caving (2/2)   
   AUTHOR:  A. Kelley Nolan   
   EMAIL:  akelleynolan@yahoo.com   
   DISTRIBUTION:  I'll take care of Gossamer and Ephemeral.  Anywhere else   
   would tickle me to pieces.  Just let me know.   
      
   RATING:  R   
   CATEGORIES:  SR   
   KEYWORDS:  Mulder/Scully romance   
   SPOILERS:  Tiny one for "Pusher," but then again the show's been over   
   for years.   
      
   SUMMARY:  She looked at him a long moment, a wicked plan hatching in her   
   mind.  "Care to make this interesting?"   
   Mulder caught her tone and smiled to himself.  Scully wanted to play.   
   "What'd you have in mind?"   
      
   Disclaimer:  If I owned them, I'd live in Malibu.  Which I don't.   
   Mulder, Scully, Skinner, etc., belong to some combination of Chris   
   Carter, Ten Thirteen, Fox, and The Man.  Gerald Westover belongs to me,   
   I suppose, but I'm more than willing to loan him out if anybody wants   
   him.   
      
   Author's Note:  There's no specific timeframe for this story, but I'd   
   say it feels seventh seasonish.  Complete notes at the end.   
      
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   (Continued from Part 1, which you definitely need to have read first.)   
      
   DAY SIX   
      
   Scully sat at her desk, a report ignored in front of her, watching   
   Mulder eat sunflower seeds.  The man has an oral fixation, she thought.   
   Thank God.  He was totally engrossed in whatever he was reading and   
   seemed completely oblivious of her attention.  She watched him pop a   
   seed in his mouth, twirl it with his tongue to get the salt, crack it   
   open lightly with his teeth, suck the little seed out with one quick   
   motion that she saw as a movement in his jaw, chew languidly a few   
   times, then swallow it down, his throat working.  God.   
      
   She found herself indulging in one of her basement fantasies, the one   
   where she just climbed on top of him in his chair and sucked that   
   gorgeous lip into her mouth while her hands reached for his -- Stop it,   
   she thought fiercely.  She could feel the flush starting on her chest   
   and silently cursed herself for ever coming up with this stupid bet.   
   The night before they had fed each other, licking the spicy juices off   
   each other's fingers, gazing at each other heatedly over glasses of   
   sweet, cool wine.  It should have been an hour of terrific foreplay, and   
   indeed it wasn't long after they dumped the dishes in the sink that they   
   were both naked from the waist up, his hands roaming over her body, his   
   mouth everywhere.  And then she had reached for the button of his jeans,   
   and he had stopped, hovering over her with fiery eyes, his hair falling   
   forward over his forehead.  His breathing was a little ragged, matching   
   her own.  "Are you caving?" he whispered.  She came within a hair's   
   breadth of saying yes, dammit, and just pulling him back onto her, but   
   something stopped her.  Did she really want to win this dumb bet that   
   badly?  She didn't think so.  She thought it was because she either   
   wanted to prove to herself that she still had some control let when it   
   came to him, or to see him have no control over himself when it came to   
   her.  Either way, he wound up rolling off her, laying still and   
   breathing deeply for a few minutes until he had cooled down, and leaving   
   her aching and unsatisfied.  By the time they went to bed, he had   
   mastered himself enough to spoon up against her as always, which kept   
   her agitated and itching for him all night.   
      
   And here he was, nibbling sunflower seeds like they were the curves and   
   peaks of her body.  Mulder glanced up, saw her watching him, and a tiny   
   smile quirked his mouth.  Maybe he was truly oblivious before -- maybe   
   -- but he definitely knew now.  Well.  Time to turn the tables.   
      
   "Mulder?" she asked, keeping her voice neutral.   
      
   He didn't even look up from MUFON World or whatever he was reading.   
   "Mmm?"   
      
   "Have you ever thought about having sex here in the office?"   
      
   There was a satisfying hacking sound as he inhaled a seed, and she   
   smiled to herself.  Mulder one, Dana one.  When he had coughed the seed   
   back out of his airway, he looked up at her with eyes wide, only to find   
   her looking as serene and enigmatic as a sphinx.  She met his eyes   
   levelly, coolly.  He called it her "visual chicken" game, and he   
   secretly found the combination of smart and sassy a huge turn-on.  He   
   cleared his throat of one last little piece of seed.  "Once or twice..."   
   he admitted.  She arched one perfectly plucked copper eyebrow.  "...a   
   day, for the past seven years.  Which comes out to -- what? -- about   
   5000 times, give or take?"  She smiled, and her skin took on that slight   
   glow it did when she felt beautiful, which only made her more beautiful.   
   "What about you?" he asked.  "Ever think about it?"   
      
   "Me?  No."   
      
   He grinned at her.  "Liar."  She gave him her full Scully smile then,   
   the heart-stopping one, and he wondered briefly if he could slip a   
   defibrillator onto the next supply order without anyone noticing.  At   
   least he had a doctor to give him CPR.  Ooh, mouth to mouth...  He let   
   that train slide out of the station for a moment, then quickly derailed   
   it.   
      
   "But if I ever did think about it," she went on casually, "it would   
   probably involve your desk, the slide projector, and scotch tape."   
      
   Holy shit.  He dropped his voice to a growl.  "Don't be a desk sex   
   tease, Scully, or I can't be responsible for my actions."   
      
   "Eek, my virtue."  Her eyes twinkled at him, and he laughed in spite of   
   himself.   
      
   "Know what I imagine?" he asked, suddenly shifting the mood, his eyes   
   glittering darkly.   
      
   Scully thought she probably had a pretty good idea, but she shook her   
   head slowly, just to see where he'd take this.   
      
   He walked slowly over to her and crouched down next to her chair,   
   breaking into her space completely.  She felt like she'd slid into the   
   eye of a hurricane, like there suddenly wasn't enough air, and she drew   
   in her breath as he put a hand on her knee and his mouth right next to   
   her ear.  "They might be listening," he murmured.  That was a crock of   
   shit, but this was a delicious game.  His breath was hot against her ear   
   and made the hair stand up on the back of her neck.  He proceeded to   
   tell her, in whispered, pornographic detail, exactly what he imagined,   
   his hand moving ever so slowly further up her thigh beneath her skirt,   
   until his fingers brushed against her panties.  When he finished his   
   story, she was flushed, slightly sweaty, and incredibly turned on.   
      
   He moved to stand up, but she turned quickly, her hand snaking behind   
   his neck to pull him into a kiss.  Her mouth was hot and hungry, and she   
   shifted to press herself against him.  He was still crouched awkwardly,   
   his hands on her hips to hold her close and himself upright, and he   
   could literally taste her desire.  "We could be home in 20 minutes," she   
   whispered.   
      
   "Mmm," he hummed in agreement.  Nothing more substantial would come out   
   for the moment.  He flicked his tongue against hers, felt her sigh into   
   his mouth.  "All you have to do is cave, Scully."   
      
   It took a moment for that thought to penetrate her distracted brain, but   
   then she pulled back and looked at him, eyes glazed and breathing   
      
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