Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries & How Fox Mulder Eats A Reeses Peanut Butter Cup by Aricia

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Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries & How Fox Mulder Eats A Reeses Peanut Butter Cup by Aricia

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries by Aricia

Date sent: Sun, 12 Apr 1998 17:41:16 -0500
From: [email protected]
Subject: Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries—corrected version

Title: Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries
Author: Aricia

MSR, PWP, V, NC-17 for sexual content (“Now I know my ABC’s, next time won’t you sing with me?”)

Summary: Summary? You want a summary on a PWP NC-17? bwahahahaha! Um … ok. A game, a bet, and a bed.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. 1013 and FOX do. No infringement or profit is intended. All you’ll get if you sue me is a computer and an overactive imagination.
Spoilers: Small spoiler for Chinga

Author’s Note: This story is based on a dream I had. Of course in the dream, I was the one with Mulder, not Scully. g My first NC-17 fanfic. How in the world did I end up writing it from the male POV? (shaking my head in dismay).

Unending thanks to Meg, who came up with the title, and gave me such helpful feedback.

OK to archive at Gossamer. Anywhere else, please ask first. Meg’s my agent. She gets 10% of all my feedback anyway. <g>

This takes place sometime in the near future. It presupposes an established romantic relationship between Scully and Mulder. (even though I’m a noromo in terms of the show)

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Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries by Aricia

“Diploblastic?”

“Mulder, if you can use clinophobia, I can use diploblastic.”

Mulder snorted softly as Scully added up the score. She was the only one he knew who had ever beaten him at scrabble. Of course, he was the only one she knew who’d ever beaten her at the game too.

“Let’s see, a triple letter score, and a double word score, plus 50 points for using all seven letters … .”

“Do you want something to drink?” Mulder got up and headed towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, and bring the cherries back in here too, please. They’re in the fridge.”

“These?” Mulder walked back to his side of the coffee table, putting the drinks down and a large glass bowl of cherries.

“Thanks. Help yourself. They’re the first of the season. I’ve been looking forward to them for months now.” She picked up one of the cherries and put it in her mouth. “Mmmmmmm … .” Closing her eyes in concentration, she savored the taste, finally opening her mouth slightly, and delicately lifting the pit off her tongue with her finger, put it on the edge of her coaster.

“Scully, I just got very turned on.”

“A slight breeze turns you on, Mulder.”

“Nope, Mariah does nothing for me. Now if they called the wind, Dana …”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s your turn, Mulder,” reaching for another cherry.

Mulder glanced at the board, rearranging his letters, but keeping most of his attention on the woman across from him. She had on shorts and a t-shirt as he did. Her hair was still damp from the shower, the ends curling around her face as if to embrace it. He had trouble swallowing suddenly. She was so lovely. He looked down at his letters again. Sometimes looking at her was like trying to look at the sun.

He cleared his throat. “So Scully, can you knot the stem with your tongue?” leaning forward, wiggling his eyebrows lasciviously.

“Of course. Knotting it once is easy. The real skill comes in double knotting the stem.”

“Double knotting?”

“Yes. Why? Don’t you believe me?” arching an eyebrow at him.

Mulder grinned. “I want to believe, Scully. But you’ve been a good influence on me.” That got a chuckle out of her. “Now I need proof.”

Scully smiled.

Uh – oh.

He knew that smile.

She picked out a cherry with a long stem, and pulled it into her mouth with her tongue. Closing her lips around it, she deliberately sucked on it, gently putting pressure on the stem until it released with an almost audible “pop.” He inhaled sharply. Staring straight at him, she slowly rolled it around in her mouth before chewing and swallowing.

Biting his lip, he watched her put the stem in her mouth as he shifted on the carpet uncomfortably, trying to find a position where he wasn’t so exposed. Jogging shorts might not have been the best fashion choice today. How did she do that? He hadn’t had this much trouble controlling his libido since jr. high. Not that it was anything she hadn’t seen before.

Seen.

Touched.

Tasted.

Shit. This wasn’t helping. You’ve already made love twice today and it’s barely noon. Give her a break. She wants to play scrabble.

Scully placed the now double knotted stem in front of him on the table with a little “ta-daa” motion of her hands. He picked it up and twirled it idly in his fingers. “Impressive. So where did you learn this little trick, Scully?”

“Med school.”

“They teach tying sutures with cherry stems now?”

“One of my study partners was from Washington state, and he used to bring cherries to the study sessions all the time. And before you ask, yes, we were studying anatomy. Gross anatomy.”

Ooo, Scully. You’re slipping, he thought. Right down the center of the plate. “Well I don’t know what he looked like, but trust me Scully, there’s nothing gross about your anatomy.”

“Eat some cherries, Mulder. And it’s still your turn. Isn’t there a time limit in this game?” she said with good natured annoyance.

“So competative, Agent Scully,” teasing… .

“There.” Mulder added up his score as she pushed the bowl to his side of the table. “No thanks.”

“You don’t want any?”

“I don’t like cherries.”

“Mulder, how can you not like cherries?”

He looked up, surprised to hear her “Mulder, how can you possibly believe in bigfoot, time travel, the Knicks will beat the Bulls,” tone of voice.

“It’s no big deal, Scully. I just don’t like them. Besides those are so dark they don’t even look like cherries. Are you sure they aren’t spoiled?”

“That’s how bing cherries are supposed to look. Mulder, those little dyed things on top of ice cream are not cherries. The only thing good thing about marischinos is saying the word – maarraaschiiinoooo. Try one of these.”

Ice cream sundaes were almost the only time he came in contact with cherries. His father had been allergic to them, so they never had them in the house growing up.

“I don’t want one, Scully.” What was the problem? She hadn’t been this insistent about her theory last week to explain why dentists have the highest suicide rate of any profession.

Ok, fine. She wanted him to eat a cherry? He would eat a cherry. But if he did, in return she was going to tell him what this was about. And he was picking out where they went to dinner tonight, and it was gonna be her treat. And not someplace cheap.

“I’ll bet I can make you loooove cherries Mulder.”

Now this was interesting. The last time she looked at him like that, he’d ended up deciding to increase his cardiovascular workouts and start taking vitamin E capsules. How the hell was she going to make him love cherries? Had Scully ever seen 9 and 1/2 Weeks? “What do you want to bet?”

“Our annual budget report is due next month.”

“But it’s your turn!”

“If you don’t think you’ll win … .”

This was too much. She smirked. She absolutely smirked at him. “You’re on. I bet you can’t make me love cherries.” Besides, he had a feeling even if he lost, he’d win.

“Go to the bedroom.” Scully stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“Why Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?”

“One word. Plastics.”

Mulder froze in the hall. She was kidding… . Wasn’t she? “Ummm, Scully … .”

“Go on, Mulder, I’ll be there in a minute. And please put the dark blue blanket from the closet on top of the bed.”

He turned and walked on, and heard Scully laughing from the kitchen as he entered her bedroom. Plastics? … . Nah. He spread the blanket on the bed trying not to think of all the possible reasons why he was doing it. Ok. Now what?

“Strip and lie face up on the bed.” She entered the room and put the bowl of cherries on the floor at the end of the bed.

Mulder took off his clothes and was about to get on the bed when he saw her bend down, and take a very sharp-looking knife out of the bowl. He stopped. “When I said I wanted to play doctor, pathologist isn’t what I had in mind, Scully. And I’m already circumcised. You’re not channeling Lorena Bobbit are you?” What the hell was she doing with a knife?

“Clinophobia problems, Mulder?” laughing softly. She waited until he climbed up and got comfortable on the bed. “You can’t move until I say.”

She looked at him inquiringly, and he nodded his agreement. They’d played that game before, though neither one of them were fond of using actual physical restraints. “So tell me about cherries, Scully.”

“What do you want to know?” tilting her head at him as if questioning his sincerity.

“Anything. Everything. Talk to me.”

The left side of her mouth crooked up as she put the knife and a few cherries on the bed, and began to undress. “Washington is the leading US supplier and bing is the leading variety. It was developed in Oregon about a hundred years ago. The farmer named it for one of his Chinese laborers.” The t-shirt dropped to the floor, leaving her hair tousled.

He knew Scully thought, or had thought, he said things like, “Are you coming on to me,” just to change the subject when she started on one scientific roll or another. But he didn’t. Not most of the time anyway. He was serious. He was serious when he’d asked her to marry him while she was in Maine too. But she didn’t realize that yet. Or at least he didn’t think she did.

The bra joined the t-shirt.

“Bing cherries grow from June to mid-August.”

He felt himself getting harder. Smart really was sexy. Dumb blondes were fine for video, but for real life give him someone with brains. Of course, if she looked like Dana Scully that was even better. If the Nobel Laureate commitee ever came out with a magazine, she could be their centerfold.

“They peak in June.” Now the shorts.

Peaking. Peaking was good.

And last the panties.

No matter how often he saw her this way, that buzz still went through him like a perfect half court, two seconds left, nothin’ but net shot. Swiiishhh!

She grabbed the knife and cherries, crawling up his body, letting her breasts lazily brush across his skin as she did, until she sat up straddling his torso. Goosebumps trailed in her wake. He shifted, instinctively trying to rub his erection between the rounded curves of her ass.

“Don’t move, Mulder.” She put down the knife, and all but one of the cherries beside him.

“Ok —”

“Shhhhhh …” whispering now, she leaned forward, kissing his eyelids closed. “Stay like that.”

He felt something cool and firm pressing gently against his face. A cherry. She rolled it around on his skin, like one of those back massage bead things almost, he thought. Across his forehead, down his temple, into the hollow under his cheekbone. She rolled it in tiny circles, tracing the outline of his lips, letting him taste it with his questing tongue, but preventing him from actually putting it in his mouth. She did the other side of his face, then gradually rolled it down his neck, paying close attention to behind his ears, and the sensitive sides of his neck.

“Cherries were named after the town of Cerasus in Asia Minor where they were first cultivated 1000’s of years ago.”

Mulder heard the amusement in her voice at his preferred form of verbal foreplay, but at this moment he could care less. She paused at that little divet at the top of his sternum, then swept it out, tracing the length of each collar bone in turn. He shivered. He never would have imagined this would feel so good. Where the hell did she dream this up? Did they teach this in special courses in med school? Sexual Secrets 101? No, 401. Cause if this was just the intro coursework, he was a dead man.

The pressure disappeared for a moment. “Did you like that Mulder? Did that feel good?” A breath against his cheek. He nodded, swallowing noisily. Felt her stroke his cock with her ass, shifting her hips back and forth, tightening and releasing her muscles each time to gently grip him. Mmmmm, Sculllleeee … .

He sucked in his breath when he felt two cool cherries begin to circle his breasts, working in slow spirals toward his nipples. By the time she reached them, they were already raised, begging for her touch. She rotated the cherries around them, never quite touching what now seemed the center of his nervous system. He reconsidered. Two of the centers anyway. When he thought he couldn’t take anymore, he would have to break down and beg her to touch him, she stopped and removed the cherries. No, Scully! No! Please! He pleaded mutely with his body.

“Ah, ahh, ahhhhhh … ” his breath catching in his throat. What was that? He felt two cool wet touches rotating on his nipples. Had she cut a cherry in half? Yes! Damn, that felt good! … . Shit, he was never going to survive this. She hadn’t even gotten to the best parts yet. He wriggled his hips under her appreciatively. Warmth surrounded one nipple, and he felt her hair lightly slide against his chest as she manipulated first one cherry and then the other with her tongue. He was beginning to ache he was so taut. And not just his penis. His whole body tingled. Some strange, electric, Scully current running through it, making each hair stand on end. She slid one of the cherry halves down his torso with her mouth, coating his skin with the juice, then lapping it up.

“I love you, Mulder,” she said reverently. “And I love tasting you.You taste so good.” Rising up and taking the other cherry half off, she kissed him on the center of his chest, then moved between his legs as he eagerly spread them to accomodate her.

Oh no, Scully, not the feet. Don’t start on the feet. You can do the feet later I promise. Move back up! “Scuuulllllleeeee … .”

“Problems, Mulder?”

“Yes!” He thrust his hips up to indicate where he wanted her to go. Like she didn’t know. Wasn’t there something about this in the Hippocratic Oath? The Geneva Convention? The Girl Scout’s pledge?

“Looks like I’m going to have to gag you.”

A gag? They’d never done that before. He wasn’t sure about that … . Ok, this is Scully. You trust her. Besides, she’s never tried anything yet you haven’t liked.

Something small and round touched his lips for a moment, before he opened his mouth to accept it. A cherry! He should have known. Grinning, he tested the texture of the fruit experimentally with his tongue.

“Don’t chew it. Just leave it in your mouth.” He nodded.

Mulder felt the bed dip when she moved back down, sweeping a cherry half over his feet, sucking the juice off his toes. He’d never thought of his feet as an erogenous zone until he and Scully became lovers. Of course, he’d never thought of a lot of things as erogenous zones before Scully. He lifted his legs a bit, letting her get to the sensitive skin behind his knees. She pushed softly, and he bent his knees further, happily allowing her to move up his inner thighs. Yes! Finally! He couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped.

A pause. Then the feeling of something smooth slowly moving up and down his cock, then below, circling his balls before going back up to the tip, and repeating up and down his length. His toes flexed, then curled, in rhythm with her movements.

“Look at me.”

He opened his eyes, blinking into her intense, blue gaze.

“You are so beautiful. I could watch you like this forever.”

No, please. Not forever. Please, Scully. Not on the edge like this forever.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted to … he gasped. She traced figure eights across and around his scrotum with a halved cherry, as she blew gently on his tip. His hips arched off the bed, his hands desperately clenching fistfuls of blanket to keep himself from moving further, not even remembering anymore why it was important to keep still, only knowing it was. Her smooth hand caressed his, and he quickly entwined his fingers with hers, clutching them as a lifeline to sanity. Her other hand grasped his shaft, her mouth slowly drawing him in, running the cherry half around the crown with her tongue as she sucked on the head. She began to flick the underside with her tongue, slow, then fast, the way he liked it.

Scully!

Mulder jaws closed spasmodically as he came; the sweet liquid of the cherry poured down his throat as she swallowed him.

Finally finding the energy to open his eyes again, he looked at the redhead curled smugly beside him, her hand resting on his panting chest. He swallowed and let out a long shuddering sigh.

“So Mulder. Do you love cherries now?” arching that exasperatingly enchanting eyebrow at him again.

“No.”

“No?” surprised.

“No.” He rolled over onto her suddenly, supporting his weight on his elbows so he could look at her. He spread her hair out on the blanket making a sunburst around her radiant features, threading his fingers through the strands. “I like cherries now. I love you. And as soon as I catch my breath, I’m going to show you just how much.”

Scully slowly smiled.

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How Fox Mulder Eats a Peanut Butter Cup

From: Kelly <[email protected]>
Date: Sun, 29 Aug 1999 20:40:09 -0400
Subject: New: How Fox Mulder Eats a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup

I did not this write this. I’m posting it for a friend who doesn’t have net access. I’ll be happy to pass along any feedback to her. My eddress is [email protected]

Title: How Fox Mulder Eats a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup
Author: Aricia
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, MSR
Summary: Mulder and Scully celebrate Halloween

Disclaimer: The candy is owned by Hershey, Nestle and Mars. Mulder and Scully are owned by CC and FOX. No profit or infringement is intended by this story. I’m just borrowing them for trick or treating and promise to make them look both ways before crossing the street and only go to houses of people they know. Author’s Notes: I had what I thought was a totally original story and title idea when I got a nagging feeling about halfway through the story. I checked and, sure enough, “how Fox Mulder eats a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup” was a line in the wonderful Dance by the Light of the Moon by Mustang Sally and Rivka T. I thought I came up with it when I was craving the candy a few weeks ago, but it must have stuck in my mind. Can’t imagine why. 😉 Luckily, they generously agreed to let me use the title. Thanks again, Ladies!

Ok to archive at Gossamer and Ephemeral. Anywhere else please ask first.

This story takes place in the same universe as Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries, but it’s not necessary to read that story first. You only need to know that Scully and Mulder are in an established romantic relationship. If you’d like to check it out, the previous story can be found at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/5362/cherries.html

Many, many thanks to my marvelous editor Dasha K for her encouragement and advice. 🙂

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How Fox Mulder Eats a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup by Aricia

“Did you know that cocoa butter melts at 92°F, the same temperature as on the human tongue?”

“Is there a reason you’re telling me this, or are you just in an edifying mood?” She looked dismally at the huge bowl of candy. They had grossly overestimated the amount of trick or treaters in her building. “I’m going to have to take the rest of this into work, or I won’t be able to fit in my clothes.”

“I think we can find a use for it here, and burn off any extra calories at the same time.”

She looked up suddenly at the tone in his voice. Ahh, he was in that sort of mood. She watched as he turned off the storm warnings and reports of damage to the south, and unfolded himself from the couch, taking a piece of candy from the bowl before putting it down beside them.

“Did you know that the number of calories in a Hershey’s Kiss is the same number used for an average kiss?” How appropriate she thought. His voice at times like this had always reminded her of a pool of warm, liquid chocolate.

“Did you know that chocolate contains phenylethylamine, a chemical that increases naturally in your brain when you’re in love?” she said, her own voice lowering to not quite dark chocolate. His eyes glowed as they always did when she mentioned the word love. “Besides, there’s nothing average about your kisses, Mulder.” She tilted her head up, raising her hands to embrace him, massaging the silky hairs on the back of his neck as he unwrapped the Kiss.

He leisurely ran the narrow end between her lips, back and forth, coating her lips with a glistening trail of melted chocolate. “Open up, Scully,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes to concentrate on the taste of the Kiss as she rolled it around in her mouth, her nipples hardening as she brushed them across his chest. She could feel him glide his tongue across the chocolate on her lips, as he tantalized her, evading her efforts to deepen the kiss. Impatient, she stilled his head, receiving entrance to his mouth at last as she shared the Kiss with him. Stroking against the roof and floor of his mouth, she gave him a thorough dental exam until Mulder gently sucked the last of the chocolate off her tongue. Scully could feel her lips swell in response. Hell, she could feel her whole body swell in response to that. Mulderrrr. She raised on tiptoe, curling one leg around him in an attempt to press the firmness pushing against her belly somewhere it would do more good.

He pulled back with a moan, and she was forced too loosen her hands. “What’s the hurry?” He sprinkled kamikaze kisses along her jaw and neck, glancing sensations at that spot behind her ear that always made her gasp. “Chocolate should be savored.” He picked up the bowl in one hand, and placed the other on the small of her back, leading her into the bedroom.

Hoo-boy. He was in one of those moods. This should be fun. Once in the bedroom he turned down the comforter, and placed the bowl on one side of the bed. Well, he wasn’t the only one in for a surprise tonight, she thought as she stripped off her clothes with excitement.

“Scully! You actually wore them.” Enchanted, he laughed and kneeled down to examine the present he’d given her earlier today. Grinning up at her, he traced the image of the cat’s face strategically placed on the front of the black bikini panties. “Damn, if I knew you’d really wear them, I would have gotten the ears and tail too. Especially since I plan to make you purr,” he teased, dipping one finger under the elastic to lightly ruffle her fur. Nibbling at the slight swell of her belly, with the occasional lap around her navel, he eased off the panties, caressing her ass before hurriedly taking of his clothes and joining her on the bed. She reached for him, but he eased his hips away with a shake of his head. “Not yet, it’s still my turn.”

“Your turn?” She lay back agreeably, trailing her hand up his thigh. “Why do you get to go first?”

“Easy. It was my idea,” he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at her as he lay beside her. He picked through the candy bowl.

“Looking for anything in particular?”

“A Mounds bar of course.” He leered deliberately at her breasts.

Her eyes widened in surprise before she let out an undignified giggle against his neck. Nuts. The man was nuts. Speaking of which … . “Does that mean I should find an Almond Joy for your turn? ” She snaked her hand down to fondle his balls.

“You don’t have any of those either. Not even any York Peppermint Patties. Next year, I’m picking out the Halloween candy, Scully.” He rolled on top of her and let out a melodramatic sigh, supporting his weight on his elbows.

“I didn’t know you liked those.”

There was a distant tympany of thunder.

“I wanted to ‘Get the Sensation’”. She groaned. “Of course if this was the sensation people got, that candy would be more in demand than Soylent Green,” he said as he arranged himself to accommodate his erection more comfortably. He split the Caramello bar and drizzled the caramel on her breasts, stroking the broken bits of chocolate across her skin in dizzying patterns until they began to melt on her taught nipples.

Pleasure bubbled through her body like a chocolate-filled cauldron. What was it she was going to tell him again? Oh yeah. Ooooohhh yeeeaaah. “Mmm, Mul, Mulder wait a minute. This is going to make a mess.”

“But clean up is the best part, Scully.”

If he thinks I’m washing these sheeeeee … Her thoughts smashed, bits of broken pumpkin shell everywhere, when his wet velvet tongue began diligently working on the problem, conscientiously cleaning every drop, his hands and mouth working in tandem. All her awareness centered on what Mulder was doing and her increasingly wet center; the rest of her body seemed as frothy as marshmallow fluff. If Mulder’s weight wasn’t holding her down, she thought she might float up to the ceiling, she felt so light. Damn, if this was how ghosts felt, no wonder they were always moaning. She gripped his shoulders, panting as he sucked the last off the caramel off her nipple.

He kissed and licked his way down her body, shivers spreading out from each spot he touched, sucked, stroked, loved. Softly, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Scully?”

Mercury in moonlight, she thought. His emotions slid from playful to reverent so quickly. She mutely shook her head, a little embarrassed, but unable to look away from his cat eyes.

“You shine, Scully. You shine.”

Resting his head against her hip now, “I never really wanted to do this before. I didn’t mind doing it, I was certainly willing to do it, but it wasn’t something I looked forward to,” he sighed, and she could feel the warm air stir her auburn curls. “It wasn’t something I fantasized about doing before.” He placed a tender kiss between her legs.

With trepidation she said, “Mulder, if you don’t want to, you don’t have -”

He quelled her with a look that let her see into his soul and made her tremble. “I said before Scully.” He gently inserted a finger and raised it to his mouth, keeping eye contact with her as he lapped her flavor off his finger. He smiled. Briefly tracing his hand over her hip, she saw him get a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup out of the bowl and unwrap it.

“What exactly are you thinking, Mulder?”

Lightning flashed, briefly brightening the room, followed by another, louder, boom of thunder.

He placed the chocolate on her center and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Grinning, he said, “Two great tastes that taste great together.” He sucked on her inner thigh, then soothed the mark with his tongue, slowly working his way inward, lightly kissing around her clit and the candy that covered it.. She thought she would crawl out of her skin and do it herself if he didn’t stop bobbing for apples and get serious soon. She could feel the warm chocolate melting, sliding down her folds millimeter by millimeter, triggering spasmodic little jerks of her pelvis.

That obscenely talented tongue lapped at her entrance, thrusting in and out, before exploring her folds and licking up the chocolate, then going back to start the process again and again. Uuuhhhmmm. She felt herself grow even wetter than the storm outside, squirming on the bed, her heels beginning to dance on his back. Was that her heart beating overtime or more thunder? Some part of her brain she wished would shut up noticed how glad she was he’d stopped cutting his hair so short as she eventually clenched the strands to guide him to where she wanted. “Mulder… .”

He used a hand to expose her more fully, and finally, finally his tongue touched her clit. She thought she heard him mumble “Feels like a half melted Gummy Bear but tastes better,” but she must have imagined it, or maybe she was having an out of body experience. The window shook with the force of the rain. She almost howled when he began to flick it lightly with the firm tip of his tongue, invoking incantations in Morse code to her nervous system. Wasn’t the veil between the worlds supposed to be thinner on Halloween? What was the phrase? The angels wept? Not yet, but they definitely had their handkerchiefs out and ready.

A lightning strike sizzled, blending into the instantaneous blast of thunder. Point and counterpoint, cause and effect, her hips rocked with rhythmic force. She now knew what a tornado felt like. A still narrowing center surrounded by fierce, shrieking winds of enormous pressure.

“Mulder, please! I need … . Please!” She was close, she was so close, if he would only … . F5 on the Fugita Scale as he applied ever-increasing suction to the swollen cluster of nerves. Two long finders inside her softly stroking upwards. “Oh, so good, so good.” Her head whipped from side to side on the pillow. Yes, just like that, just a little longer, a little longer … . Crying out, MulderyesloveyouMulderyesloveMulderMulder… ” as she came; she saw the moon being sucked into a gleaming pool of chocolate by the electric force of the tornado, all swirling down faster, and faster, filling her with its light reflecting off a million cats’ golden-green eyes, the color expanding and engulfing her before swallowing her down into blackness, then she saw …

“Mulder!” Startled, she blinked at seeing his face so close above hers.

“Scully, are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah,” blinking some more.

He brushed back her sweaty hair and they kissed lingeringly. He tasted of chocolate, peanut butter, and her. Pulling back at last, they both breathed noisily. The beginning of a smug smile formed on face. Oh, no. That would never do. Reaching over him, the mattress dipped slightly, bringing them together, as she grabbed for the candy bowl, tried again, and brought it over beside her.

“What are you looking for?”

“A Snickers. It’s my turn. I know there was one left.”

“As long as it’s not a Butterfinger. Why a Snickers?” He rubbed himself against her slowly. He realized why a split second before she answered and joined her in saying “Snickers – they satisfy you,” as they both dissolved into laughter against each other.

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