TITLE: For the Love of Chocolate 1/1
AUTHORS: Nlynn and Alcott
FEEDBACK: is better than chocolate; Nlynnn@home.com and
alcott@chillylegumes.com.
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS:  Je Souhaite, set pre-Requiem
SUMMARY: A smut biscuit, with chocolate on top.
*****

"Get a room."

That was all the gift tag said, giving no clue to the
sender or intended recipient. The words were surrounded by
hand-drawn smiley faces and silly little hearts.

Scully picked up the basket and scanned the empty hallway
before closing the door. Whoever had rung the doorbell had
left in a hurry, she thought.

"What is it?" Mulder asked from where he was sprawled
across her couch, a bowl of popcorn resting on his stomach.

"I don't know. The people next door just eloped; maybe the
gift is for them.  But why isn't the card signed?" Scully
pushed his feet out of the way and sat down beside him,
setting the basket before them on the coffee table.

Mulder eyed the gift basket, his eyebrows raised.

"Don't even think about it," Scully said.

"Aww, come on, Scully. It couldn't hurt to look. Think of
it this way, we're doing our civic duty by checking out the
contents of a mysterious package, one that, may I add, was
delivered by an unnamed source." He pulled himself upright
and put the popcorn on the floor.

"How bad would you feel, Scully, if your neighbors got this
and ended up on a missing persons poster?" Without giving
her time to answer, he was already parting the cellophane
for a better look.

"Definitely dangerous," he whispered.

"What?" Scully said, her interest piqued despite herself.

One by one, Mulder handed her the items, a grin spreading
across his lips.

Chocolate finger paint.

Chocolate whipped cream.

Chocolate raspberry body topping.

And a half-dozen other chocolatey treats straight from the
shelves of an adult novelty store.

Scully was blushing furiously. "Did you send this?" she
demanded.

"Why would I do that?" he asked with mock indignation.

"Maybe you were trying to be funny," she said, low, under
her breath. She stood and began pacing the floor. Her eyes
darkened, her brow furrowed in deep concentration.

She whirled, flicking a hand in the air. "Do you understand
the implications of this? Somebody knows about us."


"How?" he countered, putting down the jar of topping.
"We're the epitome of taste and decorum at the office. Even
I forget sometimes."

He reached for a gift pack of flavored massage oils and
whistled.

"Look, Scully. In all of our tasty favorites! Including
mocha, white chocolate, peanut butter cup, Almond Joy. . ."

Scully continued to pace, imagining her career going up in
flames.

"Hey, it says here these have only 50 calories per serving.
I wonder how much a serving is?" He quickly discarded the
oils as he spied the chocolate whipped cream. He raised his
eyebrows again and snatched the can off the coffee table
when Scully wasn't looking. Leaning back on the couch, he
wedged the can between his hip and the cushion.

"Scully." He patted the sofa. "Scully, look. Come here." He
patted again. "Let's go back to 'Steel Magnolias.' It's bad
enough you're forcing me to watch it; now you're just
prolonging the torture."

She stiffly sat down beside him and grabbed the remote off
the arm of the couch. Julia Roberts was paused, her head
caught between two women, one trying to force her to drink
juice. Scully pushed the play button and Roberts gurgled up
the juice.

At that moment, Mulder threw his head back, opened his
mouth as wide as he could, and squirted the whipped cream
until the foam had formed a creamy mound on his tongue.

She cracked a smile. "Mulder, that's disgusting."

"Want thom?"

"No, but I appreciate the offer."

He swallowed the lump and announced, "You know, with a
little vanilla ice cream and some maraschino cherries, this
stuff would be great."

He dug into the chocolate finger paint with two fingers,
then offered the jar to her. She delicately touched the
chocolate with one finger, then dubiously popped her
fingertip into her mouth.

Her eyes widened slightly. "That's not bad," she said, her
finger still between her teeth.

"It's good, isn't it?"

She swiped another taste.  "Better than Hershey's."

They sat, dipping their fingers in the chocolate and
sucking them. Then, plopping a final dollop into her mouth,
Scully said, "You're not going to distract me any more,
Mulder. We are going to watch this movie."

"But, Scully. . ."

"And you're going to like it."

"But, Scully. . ."

"Mulder. Was I quiet during 'Caddyshack'?"

"Okay, okay..."

Halfway through the movie, Mulder broke out the chocolate
massage oils. He sniffed them all before selecting one. He
opened the little jar, dipped into it, grabbed her wrist
and smeared the chocolate on the back of her hand.

Then, he lowered his mouth, so that his bottom lip was
nearly touching her skin, and blew gently.

She yelped. "Hey! That's hot!"

He raised his eyes, his lips still poised over her hand.
"Hence, the term 'warming oil.'"

His eyes were smoldering with desire. Breaking the mood,
she hesitantly flicked her tongue over her hand. "Actually,
that's pretty good. What is it?"

"Almond Joy."

Despite her reservations, she leaned toward the basket. She
hadn't eaten much for supper, and the chocolatey scents
were wafting past her nose. "What else have you got over
there?"

They sampled the Deep Chocolate and Chocolate Coconut and
Chocolate Mousse before the movie engrossed her and the
oils were forgotten, left open on the coffee table.

Through it all, he sniffed and sampled, wondering what they
would taste like against her skin. He found himself staring
at her, watching as the movie grew tragic and her eyes
misted.

The ending, he knew, never failed to break her heart.

Fat tears began to roll down her cheeks, but she kept her
eyes on the screen, oblivious.

He watched her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his
mouth.

By the end of the movie, Scully was snuffling into the
handkerchief he'd offered, her lips trembling.

He, too, would have been in tears had he been concentrating
on the film; instead he concentrated on this woman who hid
her tender heart beneath DKNY business suits.

He pulled her into his arms. They had not been lovers for
long, and the movement was still awkward, but she allowed
it, leaning against him and whimpering, her eyes still
catching the last moments of the movie.

When the credits were rolling, she curled her fingers into
a fist and punched him weakly. "Stop staring at me."

He caught her hand and held it.

She lay there for a moment, gaining control over her
emotions. When she pulled away, wiping her eyes and
sighing, he returned to the basket in front of them.

"Whoever sent this definitely had a sweet tooth," he said.

He pulled out chocolate-vanilla massage oil. He envisioned
the oil glistening over Scully's bare skin.

From the basket, he pulled out a small game board and
scrutinized it.

She scooted closer. "How do you play?"

He scanned the board for a moment, then grinned.

"Okay, I think you flick the spinner, and see?" He pointed
to the outer ring of the game board, where little hearts
adorned flowery-scripted words.  "It lands on a body part.
That's the part of the body you're supposed to give the
massage with."

He traced the inner ring with his fingertip, explaining,
"Then you spin again, and this time you look at the inside
ring, and that tells you what part of your body you get to
massage."

"First spin, that's the part that you massage with," she
reiterated. "Second spin, that's the part of the body you
actually massage."

He nodded. "Kind of like playing Twister, only with body
parts."

He flicked the spinner with his fingertip, but Scully
stopped the rotating arrow with her palm. "I go first."

"Whatever you say, G-woman."

The arrow slowed to a stop and Scully leaned over to read
her instructions.

"I'm supposed to use my hands."

She spun again.

"On your. . . feet."

With a huge grin, he handed her the massage oil and swung
his feet onto her lap.

"Mulder!" But she couldn't be angry with him, not now, when
his face was shining with the anticipation of a young boy
on Christmas morning.

She dribbled the massage oil into the palm of her hand and
rubbed her hands together. He licked his lips
unconsciously. As she grabbed his feet with both hands, he
surprised them both with a gasp.

She loosened her grip but didn't pull her hands away.
"Sensitive?"

His eyes were glazing over. "A little." He scooted down in
te couch. "More."

She took his right foot in her hands. Cradling his heel in
one palm, she caressed the top of his foot with her other
hand. She slid her fingers over the bridge of his foot,
over the arch, squeezing his heel with her other hand.

From the soft moans of pleasure and the contented smile on
his face, she guessed he was enjoying it.

She switched feet, repeating the pattern, smoothing her
fingers over every inch of his foot, from his ankle to his
toes. He was lying limply now, his legs dead weight on top
of her.

Finished, she leaned down and kissed the top of his foot.
"There you go," she whispered.

For a moment, she thought he might be asleep. Then, he slid
to the floor in a boneless, happy heap. "Scully, can I
confess something to you right now?"

She eyed the bulge in the front of his blue jeans. "Does it
rhyme with corny?"

His eyes opened and he grinned lazily. "The solution rhymes
with duck."

"No fair!" she protested.  "Don't I get a turn?"

Pretending to grumble, he sat up and reached for the game
board.

He spun the wand. "Damn."

"What's the matter?"

"It landed on 'fingers.' I was hoping it would land on
'lips.'"

"Maybe next time."

He spun again, and giggled like a schoolboy.

"What?" she asked.

He cleared his throat and held up the game board for her to
see.

The arrow pointed to "buttocks."

She smirked. "Spin again."

He did. "Shoulders?"

"That I can live with." Sliding to the floor, she
unbuttoned the top of her blouse, loosened the fabric
around her shoulders, and turned her back to him, tilting
her head down to better expose her long, slender neck.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

He swallowed and spread his fingers over her shoulders.

She moaned the moment he touched her.

"I like that," she breathed.

Mulder pulled her a little closer and spread his legs so
that she was sitting between them. He gently kneaded the
tight muscles.

"So much tension, Scully. What have you been up to lately?"

"Chasing little . . . Ahhh, that's good . . . with you."

"There are no grays here, no flukemen. Just let all that
tension go, Scully." Mulder's voice dropped to a near
whisper as he trailed his fingers to the base of her neck,
massaging with the pads of his thumbs.

"That's it," he whispered.

Scully dropped her chin.

"You like that, huh?" he said, continuing his circles.

"Mmmmmm."

"There's no pain here," he said, rubbing the protruding
white scar that marred the back of her neck, willing his
fingers to heal her. His thumbs continued to massage the
knotted area while his fingers rubbed her scalp.

She shuddered.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, his voice low,
"No pain, Scully. Only pleasure." She felt the heat of his
breath on her ear, and her skin broke into goose flesh.

He trailed his hands back to her shoulders and she was
almost disappointed when he pulled his lips away from her
ear. One hand worked the left shoulder blade while the
other ran over her right shoulder, kneading her biceps and
forearm before moving down the length of her arm to cover
her hand with his. He linked his fingers through hers, his
thumb stroking the side of her hand. He gave her a squeeze,
slowly disentangled and reached for the jar of chocolate.

Scully whimpered, missing his touch.

"Shhhhhh," he eased. "I've got something even better for
you."

She was about to turn to look, but he lay a hand gently
over her eyes. "No, no. No peeking. Do you trust me?"

She relaxed against him. "Yes."

Mulder dipped his finger into the chocolate finger paint.
Again, his lips were at her ear and his finger was poised
above her mouth. He traced her lips with the chocolate.

"Taste, Scully."

She opened her mouth and reached out with the tip of her
tongue, stealing a taste off her partner's fingers.
Satisfied, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked
hard.

This time he trembled, his hand falling from her eyes as
his muscles convulsed.

She pulled away slightly and whispered, "Mulder, would you
like a taste?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

She turned around, looping her legs over his.

"Well then, Agent Mulder, why don't you inspect the
evidence you left behind?" She scooted forward, not giving
him a chance to reply. Her lips touched his in an open-
mouthed kiss and he slowly ran his tongue along her bottom
lip, tasting the leftover chocolate.

"There's more inside," she whispered into him. He crushed
his mouth against hers, his tongue sliding over hers,
tasting the chocolate.  His hands automatically found her
hips and he squeezed, pulling her closer.

She felt his hardness and pulled back. She licked her lips
and gazed at him lasciviously, her eyes growing dark with
desire.

"That was just the beginning. There's more evidence to be
explored."

"Are you teasing me?" he croaked.

"You bet."

She disentangled herself and inspected the remaining
flavors sitting on the coffee table. She turned one jar and
read the fancy script: Chocolate Raspberry Body Topping.
The bottom of the "y" in "Raspberry" curved beneath the
words and curled around what looked like a belly button.

She picked up the jar and turned toward Mulder, an evil
grin playing on her lips. "Strip," she commanded, and he
instantly began removing his clothes. She did the same,
slowly unbuttoning the rest of her blouse.
Mulder stopped when she had unfastened the final button.
The shirt hung at her shoulders, the fabric flowing over
her breasts, her nipples erect through the linen.

Mulder reached out and grazed one with his fingertip.

Scully moaned, almost forgetting about the chocolate. She
sucked in a breath and removed his hand.

"Not yet," she said.

The blouse came off and it landed on top of Mulder's T-
shirt. She dipped a finger into the raspberry chocolate,
slowly arched her back and dribbled the syrup on her chest.
She eased herself to the floor, lying in front of him. The
chocolate slid over her light skin. Rivulets trickled
between her breasts and slowly spread across her stomach.

Reaching out, she took Mulder's hands and guided his finger
to the spot between her breasts, pressing it against the
syrup that had pooled there. Then she lifted that finger
and put it between her lips.

A whimper caught in his throat and he closed his eyes.
His breathing was coming out ragged and he had to shift his
position to manage his arousal.

"Want a taste?" she invited.

That was all it took. Mulder raised himself off his knees
and bent over her, burying his head between her breasts. He
licked at the syrup and traced her erect nipple with his
tongue and gently nipped before circling the pink skin.
Scully writhed and pulled his head closer. In return, he
took her in his mouth, sucking hard.

She gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair. When
he finally pulled back, she kept her eyes closed, waiting
to catch her breath.

Opening her eyes, she grinned at him. "You have a little
chocolate here," she said, touching his cheek. "Let me get
that for you."

She pulled his head to hers and flicked her tongue,
catching the syrup.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

"Is that for me or the chocolate?" Mulder asked, his voice
thick.

"Yes," she mumbled, trailing her tongue down to his jawline
and back up to where she met his waiting mouth. He eased
himself on top her, wrapping his arms around her back,
letting his body slide against the syrup.

"Sccc ullly," he whispered, nibbling at her ear. His bare
legs ran against the length of her jeans.

He pulled himself off her. She was still dressed from the
waist down, and what a shame that was. He peeled off her
pants and underwear, tossing them aside. Turning back
toward her, his eyes caught the whipping cream on the
coffee table.

Mulder smiled.

"Mulder?"

"You're going to like this," he grinned and parted her
legs. She was about to say something when he placed a
finger to his lips. "Shhhh," he whispered. Reaching for the
can, he continued to study the canvas in front of him, his
eyes never trailing away from the triangle of curls between
her legs.

It wasn't a new sight to him, but for some reason he was
seeing her in different light. Maybe it was the way the
moonlight illuminated her skin. Maybe it was that glimpse
of vulnerability she'd shown. Scully had let down her
defenses by allowing herself to cry while he'd watched. Her
eyes, now burning with want, were still red-rimmed from her
tears.

And now she was open to him, letting herself be savored. He
wanted to get this right. He had to get this right. He
squirted out a small amount of whipped cream and applied it
to her inner thigh. With his finger, he circled the cream,
spreading it out, creating zigzagging patterns. Sitting
back, he looked at his work.

It wasn't right.

Leaning down, he flicked his tongue against her thigh, the
chocolate blending with the salty taste of his partner. She
gasped and he felt her leg muscle tense from pleasure.

"Not done, Scully," he whispered, his eyes moving to meet
hers. But she wasn't looking at him. Her lids were shut
tightly and her mouth was slightly parted.

When he pulled back, she groaned.

This time, he squirted the cream directly around her pubic
area, creating a soft mound of dark foam that contrasted
perfectly with her skin. Not even Ansel Adams could have
found a more perfect object in nature.

Artist and lover converged as he dipped his head to her
center. His tongue was his brush, and like a painter, he
dabbed delicately, moving the cream to the side. Each
stroke had meaning.

Each stroke brought with it a trembling from his canvas.

Moving faster, he plunged his tongue through the creamy
mold and found what he sought. His holy grail, the thing he
thirsted for the most. As his tongue gently touched her
wetness, she spasmed and spread her legs wider.

She arched her back, pushing her hips closer to his mouth.
He worked the area, alternating between tiny licks and
suckling. Her body convulsed and she reached out to him,
grabbing a chunk of his hair in her hand. His tongue slid
down and circled her entrance lightly before plunging into
her. She bucked again as he explored her walls. He felt her
shudders and knew she was on the verge.

She confirmed it by breathily whispering, "Muull. . ."

And then he pulled away. Her body recoiled at the loss and
she bit back a cry.

When she found the strength to look at him again, she
almost laughed.

His face was covered in chocolate and whipping cream. A
dollop fell from his nose onto her stomach.

"What?" he teased.

"I want some," she said on the tail end of a giggle.

"Your wish is my command," he said, leaning over her. She
licked his nose. "Mmmmmm. Good."

"Yeah," he said, circling his hips above her. She felt his
penis moving against her and she adjusted herself, placing
her hands on his hips and guiding him.

"Fill me," she whispered.

He gave her a small smile and slowly slid inside.

"Oh God, Scully," he rasped as he buried himself in her.
"Do you feel me?"

Scully wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned. "Sooo
good. . ." she managed, grabbing his ass to pull him in
deeper.

"God, I just want to feel you," he said, moving inside her
slowly, savoring every tingle that raced through him.

Her hips moved against his, the beginning of a rhythm they
had established from their first coupling.

"I know your body so well," he breathed into her ear. "I
know every fold, every tender spot that makes you tremble,"
he said, reaching down with a finger and gently teasing her
clitoris.

She responded by picking up the pace and pulling him in
deeper. He began to thrust, slowly at first and building up
speed. She matched his tempo.

Smooth.

Wet.

Intoxicating.

"Scully," he gasped, "You're so close. I can feel how close
you are." He raised himself up and continued to thrust. "I
want to see you come, Scully. I want to look into your
eyes."

"Muuuuuuuull. . ." she moaned, opening her eyes before her
body was wracked with orgasm. She arched high and he thrust
harder, his teeth clenched. But his eyes never left hers.
With a choke he joined her, and they cried out. Neighbors
be damned.

After, he rolled off to the side, letting her catch her
breath without his added weight. When they finally were
breathing normal again, they looked at each other.

And instantly broke into a fit of giggles.

They were covered in chocolate. It was as if someone had
done a bad job of applying self-tanning lotion. Scully's
chest had a dark streak going from her breast to her collar
bone, and Mulder looked as if he had his eyelids tanned for
a special occasion.

Their bodies were littered with handprints and finger
smears of chocolate. He could see the outline of his left
hand on her breast, and her fingertips were embedded in
chocolate across his naked thighs.

They were a mess.

"Maybe we should shower," Scully suggested.

He stood and offered her a hand, pulling her to her feet.

They looked at the smears of chocolate covering her rug.

"That's going to leave a stain," he muttered.

She wrinkled her nose. "It smells like we're inside Willy
Wonka's Chocolate factory."

He shrugged, smiling, causing the drying chocolate on his
face to crack and peel. She snickered and led him toward
the bathroom, leaving chocolate footprints in their wake.

*****
Across town, a dark-haired woman opened the door of
Starbucks and stepped into the cool air conditioning,
removing her sunglasses.

Beneath her right eye, she was missing the tiny, glittering
mark she'd had for so many centuries.

Feeling quite proud of herself, she had a feeling her gift,
her little thank you gesture, would be well used by the man
who had set her free, and that woman he insisted on having
nearby.

Ah, Mulder, she mused, You didn't even need wishes to get
what you wanted the most.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the girl behind the
counter. "May I help you?"

The woman stepped closer, offering a wry smile. "Yes, I'd
like a double Latte," she said.

Then, her smile widened. "No, on second thought? Make that
a mocha."

END

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to BoneTree, Eclipse and the XScenes
group for their numerous and patient betas.