Title: Pudding
Author: ML
6/11/03
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: nary a one
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!
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.
Summary: Just a little dribble of sap, with smut on top. Chocolate smut
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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.
End Notes
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.