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   title:   Late in the Evening   
      
   author:   bfat   
      
   email:   bfat@ProbedByAliens.com   
      
   rating:   NC-17   
      
   category:   VR   
      
   keywords:   Mulder/Scully Romance   
      
   summary:   Eye candy, followed by... other kinds of   
   candy.   And by other kinds of candy, I mean sex.   
      
   notes:   Written for the Fandomonium interim challenge.   
   I *will* work smut into this challenge, damnit!   Special   
   thanks to Char for wicked good beta.   :D   
      
      
   *~*~*   
      
   The tea was too hot, but I wasn't really drinking it   
   anyway, just blowing on it, curled up on the couch,   
   peering over the edge of the teacup.   There was music on   
   the stereo, turned down low.   It was something smooth,   
   something with no words, the kind of thing you listen to   
   with candles burning and a fire in the fireplace.   
   Mulder sat in the chair across from me, his bare feet   
   stacked on top of each other on the coffee table.   He   
   leaned on one elbow, his head resting on his hand as he   
   held the newspaper up before him, glasses slowly sliding   
   down the bridge of his nose.   Every few minutes he   
   pushed them back up again, seemingly without notice.   He   
   was engrossed in his reading, while I...   
      
   I was just watching.   
      
   There was no fire in my fireplace, despite the sexy   
   music, but I was warm enough.   It was the perfect night   
   to have a hot drink and do some quiet reading.   Not that   
   I was accomplishing either, fascinated as I was by the   
   sight of Mulder in my apartment, relaxed, with no shirt   
   on, and reading the latest issue of The Lone Gunman.   
   Every time he breathed in I could see the muscles in his   
   chest expand and pull tight.   And those glasses that   
   kept slipping down his nose... I wanted nothing more   
   than to walk over to him, lift them off his face and   
   kiss him hard.   
      
   He chuckled at something, brought his hand to his mouth   
   to chew on his thumbnail.   His lip was wet when he   
   pulled his hand away and I sighed.   He looked up at me,   
   eyebrows raised, and I quickly took a sip of my tea,   
   forgetting that it had been too hot to drink.   
      
   I nearly choked, but managed to cover it by clearing my   
   throat and quickly picking up the book I had open over   
   the arm of the sofa.   I didn't miss Mulder's wicked   
   half-smile, though his eyes had dropped back to the   
   newspaper.   Bastard.   I should go over there and give   
   him something to smile about.   
      
   Instead, I turned the book right-side up and stared at   
   the pages, not really reading.   I shifted, blew on my   
   tea again, and took a sip small enough that I didn't   
   burn my tongue.   A few moments later, I heard rustling   
   as Mulder shifted in his seat, switching which leg was   
   on top and sinking lower into the armchair.   I pulled my   
   legs up closer to my chest and looked over the top of my   
   book at him.   
      
   Boxer shorts.   
      
   He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and I was   
   supposed to actually get any reading done?   It was only   
   a novel, and one I'd read before, but the man should   
   know better than to expect me to sit still while he   
   sprawled out half naked across my living room, looking   
   like a damned Greek god with rumpled hair and bedroom   
   eyes...   
      
   He flipped a page and folded the newspaper in half to   
   read the other side.   
      
   I took another sip of tea without tasting it.   My   
   swallow sounded like a gulp to my ears.   
      
   For the seventh time I read, "Catherine kissed her   
   father and sat down quietly to her lessons for a couple   
   of hours, according to custom."   I stared at the page   
   until the words got blurry, until the paragraphs became   
   rectangular gray blobs on the paper.   
      
   Finally, Mulder dropped the paper onto the coffee table,   
   finished, and stood to stretch.   His muscles clenched,   
   stretched, pulled tight across his abdomen and ribs as   
   his hands reached almost to the ceiling.   He yawned,   
   loudly, pretending not to notice that I was noticing.   
   His eyes were squinched shut and he groaned as his arms   
   fell back at his sides.   It was all I could do to stop   
   myself from groaning with him.   I bit my lip and looked   
   back at the gray blurs in my book.   
      
   Mulder walked around behind me, into the kitchen where I   
   heard the sound of water filling a glass, Mulder gulping   
   it down, and the clink as it was set back down on the   
   counter.   I refused to turn around and look at him.   
      
   <>   
      
   There was a soft rustle behind me before I felt his   
   hands on my shoulders, the fingers of his right hand   
   brushing against the side of my neck.   I tilted my head   
   for him, sighing as he bent to drop a kiss on the top of   
   my head.   He chuckled and I looked up, smiling at him.   
      
   "What's so funny?"   
      
   He dropped another kiss, on my forehead this time.   From   
   my position, he was upside down, and his smile looked   
   backwards.   
      
   "You're cute," was all he said, and he came around the   
   side of the couch, holding out his hand.   I took it.   
      
   He led me into the bedroom, pulling me, his fingers   
   curled about mine.   The room was dark, and Mulder let go   
   of my hand long enough to fumble at the bedside lamp   
   until it turned on.   The artificial light cast his skin   
   in shades of gold and I reached out, without even   
   realizing it, to touch his shoulder.   He turned to me,   
   smiled at my open gaze, and walked to stand so close to   
   me our bodies were nearly touching.   I could feel the   
   heat of him, of his skin, from head to toe.   His hands   
   wrapped gently around my waist, fingertips just sliding   
   between the small t-shirt I slept in and my cotton   
   pajama bottoms.   
      
   "Scully," he whispered.   
      
   I realized then that I had been staring at his chest and   
   lifted my eyes to his.   He was watching me so intently,   
   the smile gone from his face.   
      
   "Yeah," I said, barely audible.   
      
   My knees brushed up against the edge of the mattress and   
   the faint sounds of the stereo, still playing, seeped   
   through the open bedroom door from the living-room.   My   
   hands had come to rest on his shoulders sometime as we   
   had moved backwards, thoughtless, to the edge of the   
   bed, and they slid down now to clutch at his biceps.   
   Our gazes were still locked, but as he finally bent his   
   head to mine, my eyelids drifted shut.   His lips were   
   warm, full, and dry as they lightly brushed mine,   
   teasing, before pulling back.   I leaned up to push my   
   mouth against his fully, licking his lips until they   
   parted.   
      
   Backed up against the bed, I had nowhere to go when his   
   head came down heavy, his mouth assaulting mine as he   
   took the lead in our kiss.   There was ringing in my   
   ears, and I could feel my heart pounding in every vein,   
   against every nerve in my body.   It was this way every   
   time I kissed Mulder, like tingling all over.   
      
   His hand slid up the underside of my shirt to brush   
   against my breast, cup it softly, and tease his palm   
   against my nipple.   I sucked in a breath, pressing my   
      
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