Title: Succumbing By: Artemis X5 Email: artemisx5@hotmail.com Website: http://www.borghalrantipole.com/artemisX5/index.html Rating: NC-17 Distribution: Just drop me a line Spoilers: Post-ep for Hollywood A.D. Keywords: MSR Content: SAR Disclaimer: No millionaire producers were harmed in the writing of this fic. Succumbing By: Artemis X5 She had hesitated about wearing the headband for a while. It made her look younger, but she could not decide if she looked too much younger. 'Mutton dressed up like lamb,' her mother used to say of herself when Melissa would try to get her wear anything that Missy called 'Fun.' She wasn't sure if she had crossed into mutton territory just yet, but she didn't want to look like an idiot. As if that could be avoided at this premier. Finally, she turned off the lights in the bathroom so she could not stare at her reflection any longer. She sat on the edge of the bed watching a rerun of 'Unsolved Mysteries' on Lifetime and tried not to look at the clock. For a few minutes she tried to fit her Glock into the small satin handbag that matched her dress, but no matter how she pulled, the zipper would not close. And she might as well wear a tag that read 'I am carrying a gun,' the way the outline of the weapon showed plainly through the thin fabric. She didn't know why she wanted it with her anyway. Mulder would surely have both of his weapons; he had already given her the rough outline for his plan to take the director hostage the night before. She'd laughed at the time, but he insisted that he was serious. God, it was HOT! She tried to fan her armpits dry while she checked the room's thermostat: a cool 68 degrees. Then what the hell was making her all Sweaty and sick to her stomach? She felt like somebody's prom date, nervous and overdressed. The idea of Mulder going to the prom made her smile; he must have looked ridiculous in a 1970s tuxedo. She wondered if it was powder blue with navy velvet lapels. Hilarious. She was considering a raid on the mini-bar when Mulder finally knocked at the door. Toeing the refrigerator shut, she double-checked her appearance in the mirror. *Best you could do,* she decided. A deep breath did nothing to calm her nerves before she opened the door. Mulder's lanky frame filled the doorway. He always stood too close to doors, like he couldn't wait to get inside. He looked like he had come prepared with a snide remark of some kind, but his mouth closed with a click of his teeth. "Scully, you look..." "Is it stupid?" she found herself asking, touching the beaded headband nestled in her hair. With a look of wonder, he reached up to Trace one fingertip along its pebbled surface. "No, it's...cute." She scowled. "Cute?" "Beguiling," he corrected and she cocked her eyebrow at him. "Come on, we'll be late," he added, effectively cutting off any response. ********************************************** He stared at her while the limo driver navigated their way to the theatre. "What, Mulder? You keep staring at me." "I'm not staring," he protested, turning his face to the window. "I just don't like the look of L.A." She could see a faint blush on his cheek and her heart skipped. She licked her lips and mentally tamped down her stomach contents. His hand was splayed on the seat beside her, his fingers stiff with pale nail beds. "You're tense," she observed, letting her fingertips brush against his. "They're making fools of us, Scully." The tension in his hand abated and he slid his palm on top of her hand, all the while looking away from her. "It could be fun, Mulder," she said, her voice calm even as her body flushed with unexpected heat. *God, what is wrong with you?* she lectured to herself. But she knew. The energy between them had crackled with life since Mulder had made peace with his sister's death. She had feared that he would leave her, leave The X-Files when he found the resolution he had sought for so long. Instead he had stayed and much of the drive he had focused on Samantha reeled free, looking for a new purpose. And if she wasn't mistaken, she had become the target. He had turned his intensity on her, flirting with renewed intent and laying claim to her with each touch at the small of her back. And even though he was all that she had wanted for years, the full force of him sent her running. Every step he made toward her felt like an invasion, an attempt to dominate her. She had never been the submissive type. So she toyed with him, playing cat-and-mouse games: First, saying 'spontaneous human combustion' and watching his face light up, then taking an unscheduled vacation with the man whose name she dared not speak anymore. She nearly drove him out of her life that time and he made it clear that he could find other things to do with his attention. She found herself spinning, helpless, desperate for guidance without him. They came back to each other, slowly and gratefully, and she had no intentions of letting him go again. He continued to gaze out the window, but his fingertips made delicate patterns on the vulnerable flesh on the inside of her wrist. She fought to keep her breathing even, determined that she would be the one to seduce him. The limo had stopped during his titillation and suddenly the driver was opening the door beside Scully. She blinked in the flare of a dozen camera flashes. "You go first," she told Mulder. "Scully, just go," he nudged her hip with his own and she stepped onto the red carpet. The crowd deflated noticeably when they realized she was not famous. Mulder stepped out behind her, his hand immediately seeking refuge against her back. She wondered if he could tell that she was wearing a thong. He urged her forward with a gentle Push and together they entered the theatre. Only a few reporters bothered to snap pictures of the two Fibbies out on the town. "So much for fifteen minutes of fame," Mulder grumbled in her ear. "Were you expecting screaming fans demanding autographs, Mulder?" "One screaming fan would have been nice." He nodded at the doormen as they passed into the lobby. "Want me to scream for you, Mulder?" she said through her teeth, smiling at Skinner across the lobby. He didn't answer but she felt his hand tighten against her back. ********************************************* She sought him on the graveyard soundstage after he left the theatre in disgust. They traded quips for a while and then she flashed the bureau credit card at him. Associate Producer Skinner had been only too happy to slip it into her hand with an uncharacteristic wink. He seemed to think they were sharing some grand joke since Tea Leoni had professed love for him in the movie. She smiled at him and Slipped out of the theatre before the lights came up. Mulder took her hand with ease and led her into the warm California night. They found their limo driver waiting down the block from the theater and Mulder opened the door for her before the driver even noticed they had cut out of the premier early. "Show us something good," Mulder instructed the driver when he asked where they wanted to go. "You want me to show you some celebrities' houses?" the driver asked. "No!" Scully answered immediately, not bothering to check with Mulder. "I'm in the mood for dessert." The driver slid the privacy divider up as he pulled into traffic. Scully leaned toward Mulder as he took up her hand again. "Dessert, Scully?" he murmured with closed eyes. "I want something sweet," she answered. His eyes flickered open and he turned his face toward her. Their breath mingled. His moist lower lip seemed to be beckoning her to nibble it softly. His gaze shifted and he reached forward to trace the edge of her headband once more. "I really like this, Scully," he whispered. Feather- soft, his fingertips parted her silken strands of her hair on the way to cupping the back of her neck. He nuzzled her cheek and her eyelids fluttered shut. "Mulder..." she breathed. "So soft," he whispered while his nose reached the corner of her lips. She twisted, kissing the tip of his nose. He bent his head, breathing heavily against the hollow of her throat. She watched the veins pulsing in his neck for a moment before pressing her mouth to one of them. He moaned softly and began to massage her neck. She let her body slide into him as the driver took a fast right turn. His arms enveloped her, stroking her back while she suckled the vulnerable skin just below his ear. He tasted like an exquisite dessert, and she hummed her approval into his flesh. He let out a sound she could only call a roar and pulled his head back to look at her. His eyes were feral. "Agent Scully, what are we doing?" he panted. "Succumbing," she rasped, surprised by the rough sound of her own voice. "To what?" his lip quivered with anticipation. "To this," she ran her tongue over his lip. His eyes flashed and she felt wild with desire, insatiable and dangerous. "What about Associate Producer Skinner?" He wrapped one arm around her lower back and used his other hand to caress the exposed flesh above the neckline of her dress. She arched her back, offering him her heated flesh. "Who?" He eased her down to lie on the seat and rubbed his palms over her body from thighs to shoulders, grazing her Nipples with the lightest of touches. She groaned, biting her lip. With a ferocious grip born of ravenous lust she pulled him down on top of her, meeting his mouth with an enthusiastic kiss. She savored the first taste of his mouth as long as she could before his more fierce explorations compelled her to respond in kind. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling hard at times but she could not be bothered with something so mundane as discomfort when she was being devoured by the only man she'd wanted for years. She bucked her hips, grinding her clit against his obviously erect cock and he shuddered. He dragged his lips down the tender flesh of her throat and set a course for her neckline. She whimpered when he nipped at the peak of one breast through her dress. He grinned up at her, continuing a long, slow tease of her pert nipples. She had never been so delirious with arousal. She trailed her fingers over his shoulders and tugged at his jacket. He got the buttons Undone and together they stripped him of the confining garment. He flung it over his shoulder and it bounced off the steamy window leaving a cleared spot. He sat up between her spread thighs and slid her dress up over her hips. He growled when he found her to be wearing only thigh highs and a thong. Eyes full of worship when he looked at her, and suddenly she understood his intentions. "No Mulder, you don't have to do that," she tried to pull her dress back down. He met her eyes and gave her a look of such intensity she was stilled. "I want to. Please." His gaze was bewitching and she found herself nodding. He pulled her damp panties down with a reverence that almost made her laugh. He bent to taste her and her body surged with sudden ecstasy. He stared at her while he taunted her swollen labia with patternless flicks of his tongue. Finally he set up a rhythmic bath, running his tongue along the length of her slit and plunging his it into her slick folds. " Delicious," he sighed against her, vibrating her clit. She moaned, blissful with pleasure. She writhed on the car seat feeling unbearably desirable and gasping with each new twist to his ministrations. A tickle began to gather in her abdomen, building toward a release that she wanted more than anything in the world. She curled her fingers in his hair, begging him not to stop, never to stop. "Oh my God," she gasped when he closed his lips over his clit. His gentle laugh reverberated through her body and brought her to the brink of rapture. She pressed her fists against the crown of his head holding him tight to her lush opening. He laved her length with one long stroke of his tongue and her body went rigid. He lifted his head to watch her ride the wave of her orgasm. She came shivering down from the heights and he pressed a series of kisses to her inner thigh. "Mulder," she panted. "Oh my God, Mulder." He crept up the length of her body and made love to her mouth. He pulled back and she saw her own juices glistening on his lips. "You are delectable, Scully," he told her and rocked his hips against her sated pelvis. "I want to exhaust you, Mulder." "What?" She didn't answer in words. Instead, she pushed him to a sitting position and straddled his hips. He watched her slip each button on his shirt from its hole. She scraped her nails over his chest and he trembled. His erection Throbbed against her and she reached down to fondle it. Even Sheathed in wool tuxedo pants she could feel its size. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Together they undid his pants and she reached back to slide them down with his boxers. She could not resist looking down. He looked positively luscious and she considered sliding to the floor of the limo to circle the rim with her tongue. His whole body was taut with desire and she suspected he wouldn't last long if she took him in her mouth. She wanted him to penetrate her and come inside her body. She rose up on her knees and gripped his shaft to position him at her entrance. In one long stroke she impaled herself, feeling like a ripe plum just bitten. He flung his head back on the seat, intoning her name like a religious convert. She growled his name in agreement and set up a vigorous pattern of rising and falling. He grasped her hips and pounded into her, moaning and thrashing his head from side to side. She began to invoke her Lord by name, which seemed to incite him to greater heights of energy. Their thighs banged together with increasing speed until suddenly Mulder grunted an unintelligible mix of words and she felt his ejaculation spurt against her cervix. He seemed consumed by pleasure, submerged in it, with his eyes closed and a whisper of "Scully," on his lips. He continued to undulate his hips for a few minutes while they found each others' mouths again and shared lazy kisses. "Mmm, you lost your perky little headband," Mulder said with a grin, noticing her bare head. "If I had more energy, I would kick your ass for calling me perky," she threatened, collapsing against him. "I've decided I adore L.A." "You're easy," she mumbled. "Took you long enough to notice," he teased, running his fingertips along the ridge of her collarbone. "I didn't want you to think I was easy," she turned her head to kiss his neck. "Easy? You, Scully?" he asked. "Never." He kissed her cheek. "So you'll still respect me in the morning?" she asked. "Of course. Hey, can we do this again?" "In the car?" "Wherever." "Sure." "Maybe you are easy." "I'm just sublimating my desire for Associate Producer Skinner," she giggled. "I see," he nodded sagely and kissed her for a while. "Is that okay with you?" she asked. "I'm doing the same thing." *************************************** fin Author's Notes: This story was written in answer to a challenge: Use at least 15 of a list of 142 words. Well, I used 'em all. Thanks to the Believers who inspired this challenge. You're all just a pack of smut-fiends.