From: Kelly Date: Sun, 29 Aug 1999 20:40:09 -0400 Subject: New: How Fox Mulder Eats a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup I did not this write this. I'm posting it for a friend who doesn't have net access. I'll be happy to pass along any feedback to her. My eddress is kelly37421@mindspring.com Title: How Fox Mulder Eats a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Author: Aricia Rating: NC-17 Category: PWP, MSR Summary: Mulder and Scully celebrate Halloween Disclaimer: The candy is owned by Hershey, Nestle and Mars. Mulder and Scully are owned by CC and FOX. No profit or infringement is intended by this story. I'm just borrowing them for trick or treating and promise to make them look both ways before crossing the street and only go to houses of people they know. Author's Notes: I had what I thought was a totally original story and title idea when I got a nagging feeling about halfway through the story. I checked and, sure enough, "how Fox Mulder eats a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup" was a line in the wonderful *Dance by the Light of the Moon* by Mustang Sally and Rivka T. I thought I came up with it when I was craving the candy a few weeks ago, but it must have stuck in my mind. Can't imagine why. ;) Luckily, they generously agreed to let me use the title. Thanks again, Ladies! Ok to archive at Gossamer and Ephemeral. Anywhere else please ask first. This story takes place in the same universe as *Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries*, but it's not necessary to read that story first. You only need to know that Scully and Mulder are in an established romantic relationship. If you'd like to check it out, the previous story can be found at http://www.geocities.com:80/Area51/Nebula/5362/cherries.html Many, many thanks to my marvelous editor Dasha K for her encouragement and advice. :) How Fox Mulder Eats a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup by Aricia "Did you know that cocoa butter melts at 92 F, the same temperature as on the human tongue?" "Is there a reason you're telling me this, or are you just in an edifying mood?" She looked dismally at the huge bowl of candy. They had grossly overestimated the amount of trick or treaters in her building. "I'm going to have to take the rest of this into work, or I won't be able to fit in my clothes." "I think we can find a use for it here, and burn off any extra calories at the same time." She looked up suddenly at the tone in his voice. Ahh, he was in *that* sort of mood. She watched as he turned off the storm warnings and reports of damage to the south, and unfolded himself from the couch, taking a piece of candy from the bowl before putting it down beside them. "Did you know that the number of calories in a Hershey's Kiss is the same number used for an average kiss?" How appropriate she thought. His voice at times like this had always reminded her of a pool of warm, liquid chocolate. "Did you know that chocolate contains phenylethylamine, a chemical that increases naturally in your brain when you're in love?" she said, her own voice lowering to not quite dark chocolate. His eyes glowed as they always did when she mentioned the word love. "Besides, there's nothing average about your kisses, Mulder." She tilted her head up, raising her hands to embrace him, massaging the silky hairs on the back of his neck as he unwrapped the Kiss. He leisurely ran the narrow end between her lips, back and forth, coating her lips with a glistening trail of melted chocolate. "Open up, Scully," he whispered. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the taste of the Kiss as she rolled it around in her mouth, her nipples hardening as she brushed them across his chest. She could feel him glide his tongue across the chocolate on her lips, as he tantalized her, evading her efforts to deepen the kiss. Impatient, she stilled his head, receiving entrance to his mouth at last as she shared the Kiss with him. Stroking against the roof and floor of his mouth, she gave him a thorough dental exam until Mulder gently sucked the last of the chocolate off her tongue. Scully could feel her lips swell in response. Hell, she could feel her whole body swell in response to that. Mulderrrr. She raised on tiptoe, curling one leg around him in an attempt to press the firmness pushing against her belly somewhere it would do more good. He pulled back with a moan, and she was forced too loosen her hands. "What's the hurry?" He sprinkled kamikaze kisses along her jaw and neck, glancing sensations at that spot behind her ear that always made her gasp. "Chocolate should be savored." He picked up the bowl in one hand, and placed the other on the small of her back, leading her into the bedroom. Hoo-boy. He was in one of *those* moods. This should be fun. Once in the bedroom he turned down the comforter, and placed the bowl on one side of the bed. Well, he wasn't the only one in for a surprise tonight, she thought as she stripped off her clothes with excitement. "Scully! You actually wore them." Enchanted, he laughed and kneeled down to examine the present he'd given her earlier today. Grinning up at her, he traced the image of the cat's face strategically placed on the front of the black bikini panties. "Damn, if I knew you'd really wear them, I would have gotten the ears and tail too. Especially since I plan to make you purr," he teased, dipping one finger under the elastic to lightly ruffle her fur. Nibbling at the slight swell of her belly, with the occasional lap around her navel, he eased off the panties, caressing her ass before hurriedly taking of his clothes and joining her on the bed. She reached for him, but he eased his hips away with a shake of his head. "Not yet, it's still my turn." "Your turn?" She lay back agreeably, trailing her hand up his thigh. "Why do you get to go first?" "Easy. It was my idea," he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at her as he lay beside her. He picked through the candy bowl. "Looking for anything in particular?" "A Mounds bar of course." He leered deliberately at her breasts. Her eyes widened in surprise before she let out an undignified giggle against his neck. Nuts. The man was nuts. Speaking of which . . . . "Does that mean I should find an Almond Joy for your turn? " She snaked her hand down to fondle his balls. "You don't have any of *those* either. Not even any York Peppermint Patties. Next year, I'm picking out the Halloween candy, Scully." He rolled on top of her and let out a melodramatic sigh, supporting his weight on his elbows. "I didn't know you liked those." There was a distant tympany of thunder. "I wanted to 'Get the Sensation'". She groaned. "Of course if this was the sensation people got, that candy would be more in demand than Soylent Green," he said as he arranged himself to accommodate his erection more comfortably. He split the Caramello bar and drizzled the caramel on her breasts, stroking the broken bits of chocolate across her skin in dizzying patterns until they began to melt on her taught nipples. Pleasure bubbled through her body like a chocolate-filled cauldron. What was it she was going to tell him again? Oh yeah. Ooooohhh yeeeaaah. "Mmm, Mul, Mulder wait a minute. This is going to make a mess." "But clean up is the best part, Scully." If he thinks *I'm* washing these sheeeeee . . . Her thoughts smashed, bits of broken pumpkin shell everywhere, when his wet velvet tongue began diligently working on the problem, conscientiously cleaning every drop, his hands and mouth working in tandem. All her awareness centered on what Mulder was doing and her increasingly wet center; the rest of her body seemed as frothy as marshmallow fluff. If Mulder's weight wasn't holding her down, she thought she might float up to the ceiling, she felt so light. Damn, if this was how ghosts felt, no wonder they were always moaning. She gripped his shoulders, panting as he sucked the last off the caramel off her nipple. He kissed and licked his way down her body, shivers spreading out from each spot he touched, sucked, stroked, loved. Softly, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Scully?" Mercury in moonlight, she thought. His emotions slid from playful to reverent so quickly. She mutely shook her head, a little embarrassed, but unable to look away from his cat eyes. "You shine, Scully. You shine." Resting his head against her hip now, "I never really wanted to do *this* before. I didn't mind doing it, I was certainly willing to do it, but it wasn't something I looked forward to," he sighed, and she could feel the warm air stir her auburn curls. "It wasn't something I fantasized about doing before." He placed a tender kiss between her legs. With trepidation she said, "Mulder, if you don't want to, you don't have -" He quelled her with a look that let her see into his soul and made her tremble. "I said *before* Scully." He gently inserted a finger and raised it to his mouth, keeping eye contact with her as he lapped her flavor off his finger. He smiled. Briefly tracing his hand over her hip, she saw him get a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup out of the bowl and unwrap it. "What exactly are you thinking, Mulder?" Lightning flashed, briefly brightening the room, followed by another, louder, boom of thunder. He placed the chocolate on her center and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Grinning, he said, "Two great tastes that taste great together." He sucked on her inner thigh, then soothed the mark with his tongue, slowly working his way inward, lightly kissing around her clit and the candy that covered it.. She thought she would crawl out of her skin and do it herself if he didn't stop bobbing for apples and get serious soon. She could feel the warm chocolate melting, sliding down her folds millimeter by millimeter, triggering spasmodic little jerks of her pelvis. That obscenely talented tongue lapped at her entrance, thrusting in and out, before exploring her folds and licking up the chocolate, then going back to start the process again and again. Uuuhhhmmm. She felt herself grow even wetter than the storm outside, squirming on the bed, her heels beginning to dance on his back. Was that her heart beating overtime or more thunder? Some part of her brain she wished would shut up noticed how glad she was he'd stopped cutting his hair so short as she eventually clenched the strands to guide him to where she wanted. "Mulder. . . ." He used a hand to expose her more fully, and finally, *finally* his tongue touched her clit. She thought she heard him mumble "Feels like a half melted Gummy Bear but tastes better," but she must have imagined it, or maybe she was having an out of body experience. The window shook with the force of the rain. She almost howled when he began to flick it lightly with the firm tip of his tongue, invoking incantations in Morse code to her nervous system. Wasn't the veil between the worlds supposed to be thinner on Halloween? What was the phrase? The angels wept? Not yet, but they definitely had their handkerchiefs out and ready. A lightning strike sizzled, blending into the instantaneous blast of thunder. Point and counterpoint, cause and effect, her hips rocked with rhythmic force. She now knew what a tornado felt like. A still narrowing center surrounded by fierce, shrieking winds of enormous pressure. "Mulder, please! I need . . . . Please!" She was close, she was so close, if he would only . . . . F5 on the Fugita Scale as he applied ever-increasing suction to the swollen cluster of nerves. Two long finders inside her softly stroking upwards. "Oh, so good, so good." Her head whipped from side to side on the pillow. Yes, just like that, just a little longer, a little longer . . . . Crying out, MulderyesloveyouMulderyesloveMulderMulder. . . " as she came; she saw the moon being sucked into a gleaming pool of chocolate by the electric force of the tornado, all swirling down faster, and faster, filling her with its light reflecting off a million cats' golden-green eyes, the color expanding and engulfing her before swallowing her down into blackness, then she saw . . . "Mulder!" Startled, she blinked at seeing his face so close above hers. "Scully, are you ok?" "Uh, yeah," blinking some more. He brushed back her sweaty hair and they kissed lingeringly. He tasted of chocolate, peanut butter, and her. Pulling back at last, they both breathed noisily. The beginning of a smug smile formed on face. Oh, no. That would never do. Reaching over him, the mattress dipped slightly, bringing them together, as she grabbed for the candy bowl, tried again, and brought it over beside her. "What are you looking for?" "A Snickers. It's my turn. I know there was one left." "As long as it's not a Butterfinger. Why a Snickers?" He rubbed himself against her slowly. He realized why a split second before she answered and joined her in saying "Snickers - they satisfy you," as they both dissolved into laughter against each other. End I did not this write this. I'm posting it for a friend who doesn't have net access. I'll be happy to pass along any feedback to her. My eddress is kelly37421@mindspring.com