Mulder smiled as he looked at the creamy white substance, smeared so
attractively on the slightly darker surface. It wasn't quite solid, and he
ran his finger through the coolness, licking his lips as it came back
coated. He looked up through his lashes to meet a lust-filled green gaze,
and he deliberately licked his finger sensuously. His eyelids fluttered
shut, and a soft moan escaped him as the salty flavour exploded into his
mouth.
He sucked until the digit was completely clean, and then he pulled it slowly
back out of his mouth, his tongue following to lick longingly at the tip. A
gasp reached his ears, and he smiled up at the other man as he bent his head
and this time ran his tongue through the cream. He sighed in contentment,
and licked his lips again, cleaning them thoroughly of every last trace of
the salty flavour.
He repeated this act again and again, until it was completely gone; all the
time watching the face of his younger companion. When the surface was
completely clear, he bit down hard, crunching it in two, and relishing in
the bitten off groan.
Not much longer, Mulder thought.
Having finished his cracker and cream cheese, the older agent stood and
walked out of the office, feeling Krycek's eyes on his back. I'll have him
out of those cheap suits soon enough...
:)
Why I should never be let near a keyboard
by Beth
