Recklessness and Water
by Aloysia Virgata

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RATING: NC-17

CLASSIFICATION: Mulder/Scully Romance, Vignette

SPOILERS: IWTB

SUMMARY: Mulder sees a shift in her eyes, the last vestige of
something dark slipping away in the shadows.

DISCLAIMER: Chris Carter is a nice man and doesn't sue people who are
paying four tuitions at one time.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Originally posted at the xf_pornbattle at Live
Journal, which I thoroughly encourage you to go check out!
http://community.livejournal.com/xf_pornbattle/3435.html

This was written for the prompts Mulder/Scully, vacation, watching,
reigning champion, water. Gratuitous sex ahead. The title comes from
the REM song "Nightswimming."


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The water effervesces around them, burbling against the background of
waves crashing to shore beneath a low silver moon. They are drinking
Kalik Gold beer, both tipsy, though neither of them drunk. Scully
disappears under the bubbles for a moment, then emerges sleek as a
seal, smoothing wet hair from her face. "Let's live here," she says
dreamily.

Mulder raises his bottle. "I'll drink to that."

"You'll drink to anything lately," she teases.

He checks his watch. "It's 5:42 somewhere."

Scully half-swims through the tub and drifts onto his lap, her arms
about his neck. "Mind you don't wind up with a beer gut," she
admonishes. "You're a kept man, Mulder. You have a responsibility to
stay nubile. Or I'll turn you out."

"You're a cruel mistress." He doesn't tell her that the few pounds
she's gained since Christian's last surgery suit her beautifully. Her
face has lost its pinched look and her ribs don't show anymore. He
wants to keep her here, enjoying the absence of violet shadows under
eyes

She kisses him, the water swirling in little eddies as he unties her
top. Scully is initially hesitant, but relents for the payment of her
bare chest against his. She drops one hand to touch him through his
swim trunks. Mulder's fingers span her back and she sighs into his
mouth. Fifteen years with this man and he can still get her wet so
fast it's almost unseemly. 

Feeling bold, she opens the drawstring of his shorts and floats
sideways to ease them down. Mulder tugs at her bathing suit. Their
clothes make a soggy heap on the deck.

She presses against him once more, surprised at herself, her 
rational mind pointing out that they could be caught. Mulder's right 
hand covers her breast like a starfish as he slides into her, and 
she is suddenly unconcerned about being seen. They are not FBI 
partners. They are not wanted by the federal government. Hell, 
they're not even in the States. They are Mulder and Scully in the 
Caribbean and can screw anywhere they damned well please. The notion 
leaves her disturbingly tantalized.

Mulder sees a shift in her eyes, the last vestige of something dark
slipping away in the shadows. He groans against her silky neck when
she moves his hands to her ass and nips his earlobe harder than 
usual. The water splashes rhythmically against their bodies, the
sound 
of it seeming to be an aphrodisiac to Scully, whose pace has picked 
up considerably.

"You like this? Outside?" he mumbles into her hair. 

"God, yes," she pants. Her breath is warm and sweet.

Scully as exhibitionist...his mind skips merrily down avenues of
potential.

"You still keep me guessing," he whispers.

"I'm the reigning champion." 

"Do you think anyone can see us?" he asks experimentally. 

She rocks faster, her damp hair flicking across his face. "I hope 
so."

"Jesus, Scully." He closes his eyes, losing himself in the liquid 
heat of her body, feeling as though she's wrapped around him down to 
his tailbone.

Scully trails kisses over his eyelids and cheeks and mouth. "Look at
me," she says, her voice feeling strange and thick as it leaves her
throat. He does, his pupils dilated with arousal; his lips slightly
parted. His thumb making her nipple ache deliciously.

She can see him getting close, his muscles standing out in fine 
detail like the Vitruvian Man. She tightens herself around him, 
tasting him, whispering yes, please, Mulder, now...his sharp breaths 
pulling her to the edge. She rakes her nails along his sides and 
feels him let go. 

His fingers grasp at her shoulders, pressing deep into her flesh as 
he thrusts harder, shuddering, never taking his eyes from her.
"Scully..." he says breathlessly, drawing figure eights on her back 
as he continues moving within her. He bites at her neck and she 
arches like the prow of a ship.

"Don't stop," she manages. 

"No."

Their edges blurring together; his cock buried inside her, her 
tongue pressed in his ear, their fingers threaded together as the 
water churns. Mulder watching her...watching...

Shivers down her spine.

"That's it," he says, his voice low and gentle. 

Her legs tighten and she feels the blood rush to her face, her slick
inner muscles spasming around him. She collapses against his chest 
and Mulder strokes her vertebrae like rosary beads as she comes 
tumbling down.


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