Bare Footin' (1/1) NC-17 by banlu

Title:  Bare Footin'
Author:  banlu
Email: banlutoo@yahoo.com

Archive:  *DO NOT ARCHIVE* to ephemeral, Gossamer; 
Already there. Anyone else, please ask.  
I like to know it's gone to a nice home.

Rating:  NC-17

Category:  S/R

Spoilers:  Quick references to the following eps: Post-
Modern Prometheus, Folie a Deux, Millennium, Amor Fati and 
Rush - in that order.

Timeline:  Set between Millennium and Rush

Keywords:  Mulder/Scully romance

Summary:  The beach, bare feet, and RST

Archive:  Ephemeral and Gossamer.  Anyone else, please ask.

Comments:  Written for Haven's 5W September Challenge

Disclaimer:  They aren't mine, aren't mine, aren't mine...  
                ::sigh::

Thanks:  To sybil for a quick beta.

Dedication:  Muldertoes for Mishy

Date written:  September 23, 2002

Author's notes:  I wrote my first fic (Highland Fling) in 
response to a challenge, so they hold a special place in my 
fanfic heart.


Bare Footin'
by banlu

Mulder's toes scrunched as the sand beneath his feet was 
sucked back to the sea by the receding wave.  He stood 
there for three more waves, sinking deeper with each one, 
before pulling his feet out of their holes and continuing 
on with his stroll down the beach.  It had been too long 
since he had last felt sand between his toes, scanned the 
shore for shells, or searched for a message in a bottle.

He stopped and looked back up the beach to where Scully sat 
reading under an umbrella, in a hat that seemed almost as 
large.  The fabric of the umbrella snapped in the stiff sea 
breeze.  He felt the spritz of the foam blowing from the 
tops of the breakers.

Mulder jumped as an extra-large wave washed over his feet.  
The tide was coming in, which meant they'd have to move 
their stuff higher up the beach.  He glanced down at his 
feet and noticed his shadow was directly under him.  High 
noon.  Lunchtime.  That meant he'd only have to lug the 
stuff straight to the cottage, unlike yesterday when they'd 
relocated everything once only to move it inside less than 
an hour later.  Thank God for small favors, he mused, and 
headed back to his partner.

xxxxx
They sat side by side in the porch rockers, digesting their 
lunch.  The day was hot and muggy, but the breeze whistling 
through the screening and the shade from the porch roof 
made being outside bearable.  Mulder had propped his feet 
up on the railing and was studying his toes, which were 
silhouetted against the bright sky.  He spread them apart, 
then pulled them together, scrunched them down and then 
pulled them up.  He wiggled them a bit then held them still 
while moving his feet around to look at them from the side.

His toes were long and narrow, just like his feet.  
Sometimes he had a hard time finding shoes, so he usually 
wore lace-ups so he could tie them tight.  Often he would 
resort to wearing thick socks to keep his feet from sliding 
around. But since he'd been here at the beach, he'd only 
worn shoes to go to breakfast, and then it had been just 
his pool shoes, or whatever those big flip-flops that 
didn't have that thing between the toes were called.

Mulder looked at Scully's feet, which were resting on a 
stool.  They were so much smaller than his.  Heck, 
everything about her was so small.  Physically, that is, he 
amended to himself.  There was no denying the size of her 
heart and mind and... soul.  If anyone had a soul, it would 
be Scully.  He smiled at that thought.

As he felt his eyelids droop, Mulder heard a soft snore.  
He looked at Scully and saw her head had lolled back 
against the chair and she was 'catching flies'.  He smiled 
again.  He decided he'd catch some z's and settled in for a 
nap.

xxxxx
Mulder was sitting on the couch reading one of the many 
books left behind by previous renters.  A thunderstorm had 
chased them inside and Scully had decided to start dinner.  
That was the deal.  Scully cooked, Mulder cleaned.  She 
came and plopped on the couch.  Mulder noticed she 
'plopped', and hid a smile.  Scully seemed to be relaxing 
into the vacation.

She picked up her book.  Good FBI agent that he was, Mulder 
had spotted the Fabio wanna-be on the cover, but trying to 
be a better partner, had refrained from commenting on it.  
Maybe, he thought, she needed it to get in the mood.  He'd 
been in the mood since they'd walked through the door.

Suddenly Scully swung her feet up and into his lap.  She 
wiggled them a bit, all the while keeping her nose buried 
in the book.  Mulder took the hint and dropped his own book 
and began rubbing.  A soft 'mmm' escaped her, but she was 
quiet after that.  Mulder, though, could see a smile 
flitting around her lips as she tried not to react to him 
massaging her feet.  This week, he'd do anything to please 
Scully.  He didn't want to put her off.  She was in charge 
this trip, and they both knew it.

He marveled at how small her foot was.  He remembered how 
his hand had engulfed hers when they danced to Cher, how it 
barely covered the back of his when she first came to him 
in Chicago and he'd told her she was his one-in-five-
billion.  She was even rarer now that there were almost six 
billion people on the planet.  He swiveled around on the 
couch and placed the bottom of his foot against hers.  

She looked over her book and raised an eyebrow.  Then with 
another flit of her smile, she scrunched her toes against 
the sole of his foot.  Her foot climbed his that way, 
scrunching along, until the tips of her toes passed his, 
where she then curled her toes over the tops of his.  
Scully worked her unoccupied foot under his other leg and 
lifted it in the air.  She then slid the outside of that 
same foot up the inside of Mulder's calf.

Mulder curled his own long foot around Scully's leg as she 
rubbed.  He could feel slight stubble on her shaved skin, 
was aware of how the hair on his leg slid around with each 
pass.  Their entwined toes scrunched and curled against 
each other, wrestling for supremacy.  They held each 
other's gaze as they continued with the foreplay.

This is why they had come here.

After their New Year's kiss, they'd agreed they were in 
love, and it was past time to express it.  Their first two 
attempts at consummation had been awkward, shy even, and 
the interruptions that had occurred had been welcome by 
both.  So, on a dreary January day, they had decided to 
cash in their frequent flier miles and go someplace where 
they could be alone.  And warm.  Being children of the sea, 
they'd chosen to be by the ocean, but this wide, low, 
southern beach was so different from his narrow northern 
one and her rocky western one.

In the two nights they'd been here, they'd shared a bed and 
a kiss goodnight as well as good-morning, but nothing more.  
They had barely spoken, but it was the comfortable silence 
of years of understanding, not the self-conscious one of 
uncertainty and fear.  They had two more nights here, and 
then the rest of their lives.

Scully untangled her toes from his and began to rub his 
other leg.  Mulder thrilled at the skin-to-skin contact and 
made a mental note to wear shorts more often.  Scully's 
lips finally caught her elusive smile and curved, making 
her eyes light up.  Mulder felt his own lips curve.  Her 
feet rubbed higher up his legs and had just reached his 
inner thighs when the kitchen timer went off.  She stroked 
a couple of more times, gave Mulder a 'sorry' look and got 
up.  She looked down at Mulder's lap, and raised an 
eyebrow.  He followed her glance and sighed.  It was pretty 
obvious he wouldn't be able to eat off his lap for a while, 
so he got up to set the table.

xxxxx
They sat curled together on the couch, watching an old 
movie.  They had fallen asleep like that the night before, 
and then stumbled to bed too tired to even try.  Tonight, 
though, Scully switched off the TV at the movie's end, and 
then turned in Mulder's arms so she could look at him.  
They held each other's eyes.  He saw Scully's gaze move 
down to his lips.  She brought her hand up and ran a finger 
lightly across his lower lip.  He smiled.  She glanced up 
and gave Mulder a warm smile of her own as she cupped his 
face.  Then she returned to his lip, brushing one, then 
both thumbs over it, like that day in his doorway, that day 
they had admitted how necessary each was to the other.

Then Scully pulled his mouth to hers and they kissed.  It 
was a deep one, slow and measured.  She gently grabbed 
Mulder's lower lip with her teeth and held it for a moment 
as they pulled apart.  They smiled at each other again.

The awkwardness was gone.

She kissed him, then stood and offered him her hand.  
Mulder took it and followed her to the bedroom.

They took off their shirts before climbing onto the bed.  
Scully hadn't been wearing a bra, so Mulder enjoyed the 
unveiling of her breasts, the way they lifted as she pulled 
the shirt over her head, and dropped when her arms returned 
to her sides.  They weren't large, but they were full, and 
he remembered from their last attempt at making love how 
well they had fit into his hands.  He reached out and 
cupped one, marveling at its softness.

They then lay on the bed facing each other and touched.  
Mulder couldn't take his eyes from Scully's as he ran his 
palm across her sea-softened skin.  She in turn stroked his 
chest with the back of her hand, occasionally twining her 
fingers in the hair.  They shifted a little closer to 
caress each other's backs, and then Mulder pulled Scully to 
him and kissed her, holding her tightly enough to press her 
breasts hard into his chest.

Scully ran her hand down Mulder's back and under his khaki 
shorts.  He duplicated her movements, enjoying the 
roundness if her bottom.  Then her hand slipped out of his 
pants, around to his crotch, and cupped him.

Mulder froze.

This was the first time Scully had touched him there.  He 
felt himself harden under her hand.  She fondled him for a 
moment, then slid her hand up to the button on his shorts 
and undid it.  Mulder squeezed her bottom before moving his 
fingers to the drawstring on the front of hers.  He pulled 
it loose as Scully unzipped him.  Her eyes got big when she 
pulled down his pants and saw he wasn't wearing his boxers.  
He shrugged and then grinned as he yanked down her pants, 
underwear and all.

They rolled away from each other so they could kick off 
their shorts, and then tried to pull down the covers 
without getting off the bed.  It didn't work, so Mulder got 
to his feet and yanked on them while Scully rolled to get 
out of the way.  He followed her every move hungrily, 
especially when she squirmed her bottom around in an effort 
to get off the last corner of the spread.

As Scully turned back to face him, Mulder's eyes locked on 
the curls between her legs.  When he was finally able to 
move his attention to her face, he saw she was staring at 
his crotch, her mouth opened in an unvoiced 'oh'.  He 
looked down at himself, at his engorged penis waving in the 
air.  He looked back at Scully and was again struck by how 
small she was.  Suddenly he worried that maybe he was too 
big for her.

But that was forgotten when Scully reached up and took him 
in her hand, stroking the length of him before tugging him 
towards her, guiding him to settle beside her.  She took 
his hand and slipped it down between her legs.  Mulder felt 
her heat, her wetness.  And when she opened her legs a bit 
so he could smell her arousal, he hardened even more.

They played with each other, teasing, tasting, touching.  
Scully's breathing was as heavy as Mulder's own, and he 
could feel her breasts heaving against him, her slippery 
skin sliding against his.  His mind wandered back to his 
youth, to when what they were doing was called heavy 
petting, and was an end unto itself.

Mulder's attention snapped back to the here-and-now when 
Scully rolled on top of him.  His hands went automatically 
to her breasts, and she arched back at his touch.  She 
guided the head of his penis to her opening, and then 
paused.  Mulder could feel her slickened curls tickling his 
tip as he waited.  He looked into her eyes and could see 
the love shining through.  He hoped she could see his as 
easily.  

Then Scully lowered herself onto him.

He threw back his head and gasped in ecstasy.  Nothing had 
ever felt so good.  Nothing.  He was inside Scully.  Scully 
was around him.  He managed a peek at her through half-
closed eyes and was thrilled by the joyful look on her 
face.  Then she rose up and Mulder felt his penis sliding 
within her tight walls.

He groaned.

She moaned.

He thrust upwards.

She slid downwards, clenching around him.

And he was lost.

The rest of the night was a blur of pleasure.

xxxxx
Scully seemingly couldn't stop talking.  She'd prattled 
away on their walk up to the pier to pick up a paper.  She 
commented on every article as they read it over breakfast.  
She got into a five-minute debate over bait with a 
fisherman.  She stopped for small talk with every person 
they passed on the way back.  Mulder was amused.  Who knew 
sex would turn Scully into Chatty Cathy?  The last couple 
they ran into figured it out.  They looked at Mulder and 
Scully's entwined hands, smiled at the way she practically 
bounced around him, and patiently followed her rambling 
comments on the size of the waves.  They apparently could 
see the 'first-time' glow in Scully's eyes, and winked at 
Mulder when she abruptly led him off.

They spent the rest of the day inside, and Mulder made sure 
he kept Scully's mouth otherwise occupied.  He also did his 
best to wear her out.  But the next morning was more of the 
same, and the kindly couple this time just winked at him 
and kept moving.  Mulder hoped, for Scully's sake, that she 
could revert to her old professional self when they got 
back to work.  Otherwise, he feared there would be pay-offs 
made in the office betting pool.

They made love once more before the long flight home.

That time, for some reason, she'd sucked on his toes.

xxxxx
They stood in the hall of the police station.  Scully toyed 
with his tie while she asked him pretty please if they 
could do it her way.  

Mulder agreed.  What else could he do?  He was whipped.  

And he was happy.

end


More Comments:
           Written for Haven's 5W September Challenge
           (Due September 23, 2002)

           WHO:     Mulder and Scully 
           WHAT:   Their first time 
           WHERE: Location location location 
           WHEN:   When did it happen? 
           WHY:     premeditated or spontaneous 

           Your elements: 
                Muldertoes (or any toes but                      
                   mulder toes are the bestest) 
                Scully being vocal (in any way) 
                the mulder lip 
                a 'wink'


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