TITLE: Melting the Cheese
AUTHOR: bugs
RATING: PG-13+ for sexually suggestive actions and thoughts
CLASSIFICATION: MSR, H
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Shawne should have been writing her essay, but I diverted her with some beta work. <g>AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Bugs, thrusting out a hastily wrapped present: 'Nothin' says your
immense contribution to fanfic rocks like a piffle of smut in your
mailbox!'Calling from across the room, Ambress: 'Bugs! Get over here!
There's cake!'Bugs scuttles away.
Birthday Girl #1 peels back corner of wrapping and peeks in the
box. Recoils in horror: 'Oh, the inhumanity! The depravity!'Birthday Girl #2: 'What? What?'
Birthday Girl #1, shoving it away: 'The sanctity of FoodSmut has
been violated!'Curiosity overcomes Birthday Girl #2, and she slowly unwraps the
present...
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In sunlight the trees were crystal and glitter, as if they'd
sprouted from a fairy tale. Now, in the moonlight, the branches
were painted a luminescent blue. Laurel Springs would have been
the most beautiful place she'd ever seen, if not for all the dead
people.Scully hated when the motel was next to a cemetery. She wanted to
leave work behind when the day was done.Although, there was no escaping dead people in Laurel Springs.
The whole town was filled with cemeteries. Probably why it was so
peaceful and tree-filled. And most definitely why Mulder had
wanted to come here. He reasoned that something paranormal had to
happen at one time or another, odds on.So they waited. And waited. And boredom had set in. And talking
had started. Wishes and dreams revealed.And somehow that had led to Scully's present position. Nude,
curled up on the bare back of Fox Mulder like a cat sunning
herself on a log.Now the black shadows of the trees were the pattern on the sheer
curtains, their long fingers kept from entering the room by the
glow of the golden, warm cocoon created by a blasting heater and
a bedside lamp.She had absolutely no idea how they'd gotten in this position,
only vague memories of thrashing limbs settling in motion, and
sleep.She wasn't the least bit uncomfortable. Flattened under her,
Mulder's muscles provided a firm support. Although she welcomed
the chance to investigate this man behind his back, she was
concerned about his comfort."Mulder?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you all right?"
He paused for a moment and she started to wiggle off. A hand
flayed back to stop her. His words were absolute. "I'm very all
right.""Good." She stretched back over his body, rolling face down
herself, spreading wide and long to cover as much of him
as she could. That meant her head was burrowed between his
shoulder blades and her toes scraped at the backs of his knees.She let her hands smooth over his soft skin, molding and releasing
the loose muscles. Her curious fingers found the knobs of bone
and sinew, worrying at their shapes.He began to hum.
Overcome with a feeling of power, she thrust her empty hips up
against his firm ass a few times.He chuckled. "That's not going to work. Trust me."
She wrinkled her nose at him, but he couldn't see her face. "It's
the thought that counts."Her lips followed her restless hands, tasting his salty flesh.
Then they stilled.He was immediately concerned. "Scully?"
"Mulder."
She could feel his neck tense under her palm. "What are you
thinking?""Tell me your deepest, darkest secret."
"Scully--"
"Something you'd never want me to know." She bit his shoulder
blade for emphasis.He was silent and she assumed he wasn't going to say anything.
Then he whispered, "I eat Velveeta Macaroni and Cheese for dinner
most nights of the week."Raising her head, she shook her mussed hair out of her eyes and
looked down at the blank back of his head with annoyance. "That's
your deepest, darkest secret?""You know all my other secrets. But that's one thing I didn't
want you to know about me. I never wanted your pity."She flopped back down, running her hands up over his bunched
shoulders, bumping along his triceps to grasp his bent elbows."I don't understand. I would pity you for eating macaroni and
cheese?""I see the expression on your face when you open my refrigerator
to get something to drink. Shock. Horror. And then pity. I'll
really horrify you. On my birthday I had it with sliced hot dogs
to spice it up," he mumbled through fabric and feathers. He'd
buried his face deeply in the pillow and she wondered how he could
breathe."Mulder--"
Suddenly, he flipped his head to the side and the shock waves
rippling through his body nearly bucked her off. His voice raised, his tone defensive. "But I make a damn good boxed M and C. I've perfected it over the years."He was out of his funk already. She smiled against his spine and
began to nibble her way down the vertebrae. "Really," she
encouraged him.He gasped as she got to the base of his spine and licked up the
salt, the only remnant of the pool of sweat that had collected
there earlier."Yessss...Years of preparation have honed...Oh!"
She'd bit into his left ass cheek. She loved the firm, but
immensely chewy texture of his butt.She released him to say, "Go on."
"The secret is..." He tried to reach back to touch her, but could
only brush at her hair. She had to remedy that situation.Quickly, she flipped her body around so her legs bracketed his
head, and went back to her oral exploration of his butt. "The
secret is..."He pulled her calf to his mouth and laid a few sweet kisses on her
shin. "Properly melted cheese.""Oh?" she asked as she tipped her head down between his thighs to
peek into the dark crevices. She felt like a spelunker exploring
a new cave.To accommodate her search, Mulder spread his legs wider. "Yes,
makes all the difference in the world. To accomplish proper
melting, I first boil the water in a pot with the lid on--"Amused, she watched his toes wiggling in the tangled sheets like
playing otters as she nibbled at the backs of his thighs. "Master
chef, you."She had to grab a hold on his knobby ankles as he bucked in
indignation. "See! That attitude is why I've never told you
this." Despite his apparent hurt pride, he continued. "When the
water has reached a boil, I remove the lid and place it over the
foil package of cheese on the counter top. The heat that has
collected under the lid melts the cheese."Trying to soothe him as she wiggled back up, she placed a light
kiss on the back of each knee. "Isn't that cheese...stuff already soft?"Somehow, her big toe had ended up in his ear, but he didn't seem
to notice. Unfazed, he said, "Yes, but not soft enough. If it's
not properly melted, it will glob up in the macaroni--""And we wouldn't want that." Her head went back into the dark
crevice under his ass. Curiosity was getting the best of her.
This wasn't a common view during sex, and she was relishing the
opportunity to collect some data on the dusty corners of Fox
Mulder. Or sweaty, in this case.His hips tipped up a bit to give her better access, as he stated,
"NO! Sometimes I forget, get distracted watching a movie--""Uh, huh," she mumbled as she went back to biting his ass. This
was rapidly becoming her favorite dish. Her own creamy white
macaroni.Licking her ankle with just the tip of his tongue, he continued.
"But that's okay. After I strain the macaroni, I just put the
package of cheese in the pot with the hot noodles and it'll be
melted in no time. Then I spread it throughout the shells and mix
it in really well...""Sounds delicious." She'd discovered that running her arms all
the way down his thighs, scraping her nails through his body hair,
stretched her back out, wonderfully loosening the tight, underused
muscles."It is."
She felt a sudden tension in the body under her. "But?"
"I wonder if I'll be eating it anymore," he ventured tentatively,
gnawing at his pillow."Why wouldn't you be?"
He shrugged with deliberate indifference. "Oh, I don't know.
Maybe I'll be sharing meals with someone who doesn't like Velveeta
Macaroni and Cheese."Sharply, she asked, "Someone who'll be cooking gourmet meals for
you?"Peering over her shoulder at the tousled back of his head, she was
beginning to see a disadvantage to not being able to see his eyes.
Were they shifting like they always did in situations like this?"No! Not at all..." he petered out.
"Hmph!" She whistled through her teeth.
He grumbled wordlessly into his pillow. Up until now, riding
Mulder had been as easy as balancing on a rubber raft in a rocking
ocean. But experience had taught her to anticipate an approaching
wave, and she tensed her body, settling her knees on either side
of his torso to stand firm.Sure enough, he flipped himself like a perfectly browned pancake
and her eyes widened at the new view.She couldn't believe the voice she heard coming out of her mouth.
Oh, God, sex does change everything! Her tone was...girlish
almost, but most definitely breathless. "Well, as long as the
pasta is very, very a la dente and the sauce is extra creamy, I
think I could acquire a taste for it."She gave out a most definite girlish squeal as he pulled her hips
back towards his face. He grumbled, "Oh, I know I have a taste
for it."Her brain was the thing boiling over now, not his damned macaroni.
Her snappiest retort was a low, moaning, "Master chef, indeed."*~~The end~~*
AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first PWP, and it couldn't be for a better
cause! If there're two women more deserving of some personal smut, I can't think of them. Dasha and Shari are two of the hardest working women in the fanfic business!One of the funniest comments on my fic came from Shari. 'When are
they ever going to have sex in a bed?' So for you, baby, they're
in bed. And I was thrilled to have the chance to use an advanced
spooning move I'd been saving for just the right smut.Uh, as for the recipe...follow the directions on the box of
macaroni and cheese, then use my tip. You won't be disappointed.-
--bugs