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6/11/03
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Distribution: Gossamer, Ephemeral, and if you've archived me
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Spoilers: nary a one
Rating: NC-17
Classification: Vignette
Keywords: MSR, RST, smut
Timeline: somewhere in AU land, where no babies have been
given away and no Mulder has been abducted. Perhaps the in
vitro worked. I'll let you decide.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. They mostly belong
to the actors who portrayed them, but Chris Carter created them,
and Ten Thirteen and FOX own the rights. I mean no infringement,
and I'm not making any profit from them. But I am forever grateful
for their existence!
Summary: Just a little dribble of sap, with smut on top.
Chocolate smut <eg>.
Sap warning: if you are sensitive to saccharine, you might
want to skip this story. It's bound to promote sugar comas,
or at the very least, tooth decay.
Thanks to carol for dreaming this little challenge up. It
has nothing to do with any current series I'm writing, this
is just a little mind-candy break.
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Pudding
by ML
Scully sat up in bed and Mulder was immediately awake. Well,
sort of awake, anyway.
"Whazza matter?" he mumbled. "Is the baby coming?"
Scully rubbed her tummy. At six months along, she still had
little more than a bump that Mulder called "my basketball."
Scully told him that meant he got to clean up all the dribbles
he or she made, and he was okay with that.
"No, not yet," she said. "But I'm hungry."
He'd been waiting for this moment. He almost rubbed his hands
with glee. "What can I get for you?"
He'd never expected to be able to experience a pregnancy with
anyone, let alone Scully. Yet here he was. He'd read everything
he could get his hands on, and knew the stages of pregnancy almost
as well as Scully. She was very tolerant of his diagnoses most of
the time, but she also accused him of keeping a mental checklist
of signs and symptoms. She complained it was like living with
her obstetrician.
"Well, I hope your obstetrician doesn't give you a pelvic the way
I do," Mulder leered, and Scully had to admit that no one did it
better than Mulder.
Every good thing said about pregnant women was doubly true for
Scully. She glowed. She bloomed with health and good spirits.
Her hair had never been so lustrous, her skin so clear and
luminous, and she'd never been more beautiful. She'd also never
been so sick as she'd been in the first three months, but
thankfully she'd gotten beyond that now.
She'd also never been hornier, and Mulder was reaping the
benefits.
Scully rubbed her belly softly as she said, "Pudding.
Chocolate pudding."
"Want a pickle with it?" Mulder asked. "Or licorice or
something?"
Scully wrinkled her nose. "No, Just pudding will do. As
long as it's chocolate."
"No problem," Mulder said, and pulled on his boxers and jeans.
He grabbed a shirt and his keys and then looked at the clock.
Three-thirty a.m. He could see himself running all over Georgetown
and then the greater metropolitan area to find first, a store that
was open, and second, a store that carried chocolate pudding.
Wait a minute. He could make pudding. Scully probably had some
mix on hand. It was easy.
A thorough search of Scully's well-stocked cupboards revealed
nothing resembling pudding or pudding mix. A quick check in the
trash revealed that until recently, she'd had two boxes of instant
chocolate pudding.
There were no dishes of pudding in the fridge. It seemed that
this wasn't a new craving.
Okay. Well, there had to be another way. He pulled out a couple
of cookbooks and began to look through them.
Sticking out the top of Scully's favorite cookbook was a recipe
for chocolate bread pudding. He scanned the ingredients. It
looked likely that everything he needed was on hand, so he decided
it was doable. Scully would be so surprised. He found an apron
and tied it over his bare torso, and got to work.
The first thing he did was burn the melted chocolate. Who knew
chocolate burned? He put the pan in the sink and ran water in
it, hoping that the smell wouldn't wake Scully up. He ran in to
check quickly, and Scully was fast asleep, no doubt dreaming of
chocolate pudding.
He dreamed of chocolate pudding, too. He dreamed of licking it
off Scully. But maybe later.
There were no more chocolate chips and very little sugar left, so
he'd have to improvise. He found cocoa powder and honey, and
discovered that mixed together, it looked like the melted
chocolate before it had gone to its reward. He stirred the milk
in slowly, as the recipe instructed, though he'd had to add a
little water to the milk to get the right amount of liquid. He
added the eggs and beat the whole thing up. He hadn't cooked
the mixture, but he figured that it was for the purpose of melting
the chocolate and since he'd be baking the pudding anyway, it
didn't seem important.
He cut up bagels and a couple of muffins left from breakfast for
the bread. The recipe called for individual ramekins. What the
hell was a ramekin? No matter. The whole thing was going in the
big glass dish that Scully used for lasagna. It didn't look
too appetizing in its uncooked state, but it smelled good, all
chocolate-y and cinnamon-y. It was a nice Scully-like sort of
smell.
Damn, he'd forgotten to pre-heat the oven. No matter, he'd just
up the temperature a few more degrees, and then turn it down after
a couple of minutes. He put the dish in the oven, set the timer
for ten minutes, and looked at the clock. How did it get to be
five a.m.? His back ached, and he was smeared with cocoa powder
and bits of eggshells. In an hour or so, he'd have to get ready
for work. A shower would be just the thing, and then he'd be all
fresh and enticing when he woke Scully up with the chocolate bread
pudding.
He smelled the burning smell again as he came out of the shower.
He wrapped his towel around his middle and rushed out to the
kitchen to rescue his pudding.
Too late. Scully stood in front of the stove, surveying a glass
dish that contained a lumpy concoction that was crisp around the
edges and raw and runny looking in the middle.
"Mulder, what were you doing?" Scully held his apron in her hands,
the words "Something Smells Goo-ood" printed on it made false by
the evidence in front of them.
"Makin' pudding," he said. "Guess I shouldn't have left it alone
to bake, huh?"
"Well, you probably shouldn't have turned the oven up to five
hundred degrees," she said.
Oops. He looked around at Scully's usually neat kitchen and saw
the smears of honey and powdered cocoa on the counters, the dirty
pans in the sink, and the mess on the stove. Any chance of early
morning sex with a grateful Scully had probably burned up with
the pudding.
Not that that was why he'd done this. Of course not.
"Oh, Mulder," she said, but not angrily. Instead, she had tears
in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Scully," he said. "I'll clean everything up, I
promise."
Scully shuffled over to him and hugged him. "I'm not mad. It
was a sweet thing to do." She tilted her head up and he looked
down at her. She tiptoed and he met her partway to share a kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up so he could sit
with her in his lap.
The other great thing about Scully's pregnancy hormones is that
she got weepy and sentimental very easily. And even better, she
let him comfort her when she got like that.
They sat at the kitchen table for a while, exchanging soft kisses
and murmurs. Mulder was aware that Scully was perched where she
could feel his erection. She was aware of it, too, and she
wriggled around a little as she kissed him. Her robe fell open
and he could see that she was wearing a soft cotton tank top that
was getting a little small to contain her breasts and belly. It
appeared that she wasn't wearing any panties, however.
"You're wearing my favorite outfit," he said, brushing his mouth
over hers as his hand untied her robe.
"You're wearing mine, too," she said. She reached down and pulled
at the end of the towel where he'd tucked it in.
Stand up a minute, Scully," Mulder rasped, and she did so, her
eyes already glazed with passion. He whipped the towel off and
spread it on the edge of the table, and picked Scully up to sit
on it. It was the perfect height for a couple of his favorite
activities.
Pulling off her robe, Mulder bunched it up on the floor so he
could kneel on it. Scully smiled and parted her legs for him,
and he kissed his way up her calves to her knees and the inside
of her thighs before bestowing a kiss between her curls. Scully's
legs tensed and she leaned back, letting her hands support her
upper body while Mulder kissed and licked and suckled her below.
Twice he brought her right to the edge and then calmed her,
stroking the insides of her thighs as her breathing slowed.
He stood up, his knees creaking a little. Scully was a sight
to behold, her face flushed and her hair curling all around it.
She looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes, mouth slightly parted.
"Hey Scully, maybe we should call in scared today," he suggested.
That got her attention. "What?" She was still a little addled
by what he'd done to her, and he found it charming.
"You know, `I'm afraid I can't come in today, Sir,'" he said.
Scully rolled her eyes. "Mulder, I can't believe I fell for
that."
"Guess I still do it for ya, huh?" He puffed out his chest --
and another body part -- and posed for Scully.
"You're just trying to distract me because there's no pudding,"
she accused.
"Is it working?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm not sure," she said. "Maybe I need a little more
distracting."
Mulder smiled and approached her. He cupped her face in his hands
and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue linger as his lips
caressed hers. She responded in kind, letting her hands wander
down his sides and below his waist to brush along his cock.
He pulled back just a little. "Not yet," he whispered against
her lips," I need to distract you a little more,"
"That's a pretty big distraction right there, Mulder," Scully
pointed out.
"It is, isn't it?" he grinned, and grasped the hem of her top,
pulling it over her head.
Ah, Scully revealed in all her fecund glory. Her breasts were
starting to get heavier, and her nipples were deep red and seemed
to be erect all the time. He knew the feeling. He spied the
honey bottle on the table and grabbed it, upending it over her
breasts and drizzling a little on them. The golden drops rolled
slowly over the slopes, and he lowered his mouth to one and then
the other, lapping the honey up with his tongue and then closing
in on a nipple, suckling gently.
Scully had started to say something, but it came out sounding
like, "N-uh, um, uh, Mmmmmulder," as he suckled first one breast
and then the other. He kissed her slight belly, and then stood
up straight.
"Just checking," he said. "You *are* sweeter than honey."
Oh, he loved this. Scully went all soft for a moment, her eyes
shiny with more than desire. Then she said, "Put up or shut up,
Mulder. I demand chocolate or a suitable substitute."
"Oooh Scully, I love it when you're bossy," he said. He grasped
her hips and slid her right to the edge of the table. He put his
hands under her bottom and pulled her to him. Her legs wrapped
around his waist and her hands gripped his shoulders as he slid
them together.
"Houston, we have lift off," he said between gritted teeth, just
to make Scully giggle. He'd already discovered how good it felt
when she laughed and he was deep inside her.
He started to thrust, but staggered just a bit. Scully held on
tight and said, "I'm getting too heavy for you."
"Never," he gritted out, but he sat on the chair anyway,
settling Scully on his thighs. They could both get more leverage
that way. Scully's toes were amazingly agile and she could grip
and push against the chair rails as Mulder helped by grasping her
hips. His feet were flat on the floor, and he could raise himself
enough to thrust up into her. It was one of his favorite positions.
He could see Scully better this way, and he enjoyed watching the
changes in her face and the rest of her body as she got closer
and closer to climax.
All too soon, he saw the telltale signs. Her mouth formed a
perfect O, as though she were surprised by the sensations
coursing through her. She closed her eyes and he felt her
begin to come apart all around him.
It was usually enough to do the same for him, and sure enough
with few more lifts of a suddenly boneless Scully, he followed
her into ecstasy.
He slumped into the chair, enjoying the feel of Scully's hot
nipples and little belly pressed against him. They were a
sticky, sweaty, sexy mess. His legs were trembling and his
breath expelled in short gasps, and he'd seldom felt better
in his life.
After a few moments, Scully raised her head to look at Mulder.
"That was a pretty good distraction," she said. "You took care
of one craving, anyway. For the moment."
Mulder grinned. "You mean, I'm a craving?"
"Even before I was pregnant," Scully said, and she kissed his
nose. "You had honey on it," she explained.
"Am I better than chocolate?" he asked, kissing her back.
"Now you're just fishing," she teased.
"I just like to know that I'm not being kept around for just
my cooking skills," he said.
"Of course not," she said. "But I still want my chocolate
pudding."
Mulder made a mental note to buy a case of instant pudding
mix on the way home. He had no doubt, however, that he could
find ways to distract her in future if it was called for.
end.
I asked our Carol for some challenge elements because for some
reason, I was feeling smut-impaired. This is what she gave me:
Pregnant Scully
Pudding
Mulder in an apron
A missing ingredient
Mix them all together, and come up with: a smut pudding!
Actual writing time: about three and a half hours (but I had
all afternoon to think about it). No beta performed here, so
any mistakes are my very own.
I didn't actually try the recipe that Mulder was using, but he
was following a real recipe for chocolate bread pudding. The
substitutions, however, were his own idea. Hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading.