Long Distance Love (the complete series) by ML
Rating: Adults only
Author’s Note: These started out as one story but quickly became a series. Therefore, I’ve packaged them together as such. The parts:
1. Long Distance Love 2. The Genuine Article 3. Delayed Gratification
Originally posted 4/18/02
Title: Long Distance Love
Spoilers: none
Classification: PWP. Smut, and nothin’ but.
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they belong to Chris Carter, TenThirteen, and Fox Broadcasting. I mean no infringement, and I’m making no money.
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A week. That was about seven days too long. She lay in bed, thinking about him, about the last time she saw his body, the last time they’d made love. She missed him terribly. After so many years alone, it had only taken a few short weeks for her to become accustomed to having him in her bed.
He’d been temporarily assigned to the field office in Boston, helping out with a serial murder case. She’d had to stay in Washington, working on another case. Only a couple of days, he said when they said goodbye at the airport. They barely touched or spoke in public. They’d already said a private goodbye that morning, anyway. She’d wanted to make sure he would miss her.
They talked every night, trading news about their respective cases. Last night, he’d gone a little further than that… he told her about a dream he’d had, about her. After they’d said their goodnights and hung up, she’d had to release some of the erotic tension his recounting of the dream had aroused in her.
She couldn’t wait to hear his voice tonight.
When the phone rang, she picked it up and remained silent, letting him speak first. “What are you wearing?” he said in a low, raspy voice that he reserved just for her. Like honey with a little whiskey mixed in.
She took a deep breath and looked down at the blue striped flannels she’d put on at bedtime. “I bought a new nightgown. It’s silk, teal green.”
“Is it long or short?”
“It’s long, with thin straps. The bodice is sheer lace.” She heard a sharp intake of breath and she smiled. “I like the feel of the silk against my bare skin. It’s a little rough and it warms against me, like someone’s hands.”
“Oh, you knooooow what I like. Anything on underneath it?” She could hear his breathing a little louder and faster now, and hers was a little faster, too.
“Just panties. Bikinis, black satin with the same kind of sheer lace in the front. But the elastic around the legs is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”
“Why don’t you take them off?”
“Okay.” She sat up, making sure to rustle the sheets and comforter a little. “I’m standing up now, and I’m pulling the gown up to my waist. I’ve got it bunched in one hand while I work the panties off with my other hand.” She used her phone hand and pulled at the waistband of her flannel pajamas, letting them fall to the floor around her feet. “I’m still holding the gown up. The air is cold on my legs and it makes me shiver. I’m letting the gown fall down again around me. The silk feels good against my skin.”
Silence from the other end of the phone, except for some rather loud breathing. She prompted him, “What are YOU wearing?”
“Uh…boxers. Silk also, but black. That’s all.”
“Take them off.” She heard the phone set down on the nightstand and slight rustling noises.
“Okay, they’re off.”
“Look at yourself and tell me what you see.” She had a grin on her face, imagining his expression.
“I see…a manly chest, knobbly knees, and the biggest penis you ever saw in your life.”
She stifled a giggle. “Is it really? Is it as big as it can get?”
“As big as it can get on its own.” His voice changed from honey to dark chocolate. “I think it needs a little more assistance from you. Lie down on the bed again.” He was trying to take control of this little game. She preferred to see him out of control in these circumstances, but she went along with him.
“Okay, I’m lying on the bed. Now what?”
“I want you to touch your breasts. Tell me how it feels.”
She began a slow circular caress of her breast with her free hand. “I can feel the nipple starting to get stiff. I roll it and pinch it a little, and then I lick my fingers and circle it a little. I’d rather have your mouth on it. Now I’m touching the other one, too. They’re both erect now, and very sensitive. How’s your penis?”
A snort from the phone. “Doing very well, thank you. Why don’t you slide that gown off now?”
She sat up and unbuttoned her pj top. “Okay, I’ve taken it off.”
“Are you naked?”
“Um hmm.” She touched herself briefly between her legs and squirmed a little. He’d better hurry up, or she was going to start without him.
“Okay, touch your breasts again. Imagine I’m there, and I’m kissing you. I’m just touching your lips with mine, and then with my tongue. I love to lick your lips. They taste like wine tonight, though sometimes they taste like chocolate. I’m not satisfied with just your lips, though. I have to taste the inside of your mouth…”
Scully kept her eyes closed and licked her lips, imagining Mulder. As long as she could hear his voice, she could almost believe he was there…almost.
“The inside of your mouth is even more delicious. Your tongue reaches out to play with mine. You make that little sound deep in your throat that I like so much.”
Scully obliged as best she could, though without his actual presence it wasn’t easy. She heard a satisfied grunt over the phone and he continued:
“…I’m moving on now, then licking my way down your throat, to your shoulder, then over to your breasts….my mouth is on one nipple while my hand touches the other. I circle your nipple with my tongue, lick it up and down, then start to suckle it. Then my other hand moves between your legs…”
Silence. Scully froze, her hand about to perform the action Mulder narrated.
“Scully?” His voice went even lower. Scully could hear the effort he made to calm his breathing. “Don’t you have anything to say?”
Think. Think of Mulder, and what he likes. “I haven’t just been lying here, Mulder. I’ve got my hand on you as you lie alongside me, and I’m stroking you. I start at the base and I draw my finger tips along it to the tip. I tickle the underside a little before sliding my hand down to the base again…”
“The base of what, Scully?” Mulder’s voice was teasing. He knew she had trouble saying certain words.
“Your…cock,” she sighed it out in what she hoped was a sexy voice.
He chuckled a little breathlessly. “And you’re headed where?”
“I want to touch your…balls.” This was the first time she’d used the vernacular on him.
“Yesss…” Mulder’s voice was a whispered hiss. “You know where I’m touching you now, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” Scully breathed back. “And I’m so…wet for you. My hips are rising up in time with the rhythm of you sucking on my breast, and now I spread my legs a little more to let you in.”
“My cock, my cock wants to be where my hand is right now. I want to be inside you. But not yet…”
“I’m reaching out my hand and grasping it right at the root,” she said, starting to slick her finger up and down between her legs. “I run my hand up and down to the tip again, squeezing it every so slightly.”
His breathing has become as ragged as hers. “I’m touching your clit right now, stroking it with my thumb, getting ready to push my fingers into you. Ver-r-r-r-ry slowly I push one finger, then two fingers, right into you, and sli-i-i-i-de them out slowly. Then I do it again. You feel amazing.”
She performed the actions on herself that he described. She could barely speak now, and her mouth was dry from panting she was doing.
“Mulder,” she pleaded. “It’s time. Now. Please.”
“I love it when you beg, Scully,” he chuckled, but his breath was short, too. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want,” she said, impatience coloring her voice. “Do I have to say it?”
“Yes, Scully, you do. Tell me what you want…” she could tell he was on the fine edge of control, just as she was.
Just where she wanted him.
“Well,” she said, drawing out the words, “I pull you toward me and wrap my leg over your hip. You’re very close to me now. I can feel the heat of your body…”
“Oh, Scully,” he groaned. She smiled.
“And you slide right in. I can feel every inch of you as you move within me…”
“I can feel you, too, Scully, and it’s even more amazing… you’re everything to me…”
“Me, too,” she whispered, and by unspoken mutual consent, they closed their eyes and rode out their fantasies, just to the sounds of each other’s breathing, gasps, and sighs.
x-x-x-x
“You’ve been practicing, haven’t you, Scully?” Mulder asked a bit later. “I just about came a couple of times from the tone of your voice.”
“I’m glad you noticed,” she said smugly. “When are you coming back?”
“Certainly not tonight,” he said. “You’ve worn me out.”
“Ha ha Mulder, you know what I mean.”
“Tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Meet me at the airport?”
“Just tell me when,” she said. She felt lethargic and strangely content in her empty bed.
They lay there and listened to each other breathe for a few minutes.
“Hey, Scully?” Mulder asked after a bit.
“Um hm?” Scully responded. She loved falling asleep to the sound of his voice, even long distance.
“What were you *really* wearing tonight?”
She smiled again. “My striped flannels.”
“The blue ones?”
“Yep.”
“I love those.” A pause. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I was wearing?”
“You mean you weren’t wearing black silk boxers?”
“Uh uh. Plaid flannels. And a gray tee shirt.”
She giggled sleepily. “Oh, Mulder, you knooooow what I like.”
“Sweet dreams, G-Woman.”
“You too, G-Man.”
They slept, and dreamt of tomorrow.
end.