TITLE: Hungry 
AUTHOR: aRcaDIaNFall$ 
FEEDBACK: arcadianfalls@yahoo.com.au 
RATING: PG-13 
SPOILERS: Hollywood AD. 
CLASSIFICATION: UST 
SUMMARY:  Missing scene from Hollywood AD. Mulder, Scully, one bathtub
and an ice-cream sundae. Who is seducing who? 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Quite different from what I normally write, but all the
angst was getting me down and I needed some fluffy fun. Enjoy! 
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Hungry 
by aRcaDIaNFall$ 
  

"I think Shandling liked you a little too." 

I chuckled at the comment, albeit a little uneasily. "Yeah, well...
I've still got Skinner on the other line, so I'll see you around,
'kay?" 

"Sure," she agreed. "Bye." 

I gave Skinner an excuse and hung up, getting out of the tub and
towelling dry. There had been unmistakably relaxed affection in
Scully's voice and I had a craving for her company, right then and
there even though with our flight leaving soon I should really start
packing. Perhaps the sudden desire rose out of the intimacy of the
call. There was something very intimate, almost arousing, about calling
a woman from a bathtub. Not just the nudity element, but the sheer
eroticism of the situation. 

I pulled on jeans and a sweater. Scully's room door wasn't locked so I
let myself in. "Scully? Hey, Scully?" She was nowhere in the hotel
room, but the bathroom door was a little ajar. She was packing up her
bathroom stuff. There was always so much of it. Why did women need so
much? 
"Scully?" I pushed the door open.  

"Mulder!!" 

Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn't Scully in a bubblebath, hair
up, wine glass in her hand. Damn the bubbles, I thought ferociously as
I took in the scene. 

"What are you doing in here?!" she demanded. She made a move as if to
get out of the bath but then sunk down again, trusting the bubbles to
hide her.  

"You said you were packing!" I retorted defensively. "If I'd known you
were in the bath I wouldn't have just -" Well, maybe I would have. 

"Okay, I fibbed," she admitted, reaching to put the wine glass down,
careful to stay appropriately covered. As she looked back at me, a
triumphance crossed her face. "Aha! I thought I heard a splash through
the phone! You called *me* from the bathtub!" 

My hair was still wet, I realised. I glanced across at the wine glass,
then at the bottle, wondering how much Scully had drunk. She seemed a
little gigglier than usual, but the wine bottle was almost full, as was
the glass.  

She shook her head, gesturing for me to leave. "Get out, Mulder." 

I smiled at her, for a fleeting moment considering turning the
situation to my advantage. My libido was still on overdrive. But
instead I obeyed, turning to leave. I had only taken a step, however,
before I turned back. "I wasn't flirting with Tea Leoni, you know. I
don't go for blondes." 

She smiled. "I know." The smile became a grin, and she looked at me
demurely over the top of her wine glass. "And I don't blame her for
having the hots for you." 

Hoo boy. Either Scully had already worked her way through a bottle of
wine or she got tipsy very, very easily. "Well, well," I smiled.
"Aren't we geting brave, Ms Scully?" 

She smiled, taking a sip and shaking her head in disbelief, giggling a
little. "Mulder, I really think you should get out. If Skinner found -"

"Scully, Skinhead is hardly likely to come barging into your bathroom,"
I objected. 

"You did." 

I grinned at her. "Yeah, but that's different. I'm me." 

"Oh, so you being my partner automatically grants you access to me
regardless of where I am, including in the bath?" 

No, me being in love with you does that. "Exactly." 

She shook her head again, just looking oh so amused with me. "You're so
full of it, Mulder." She took another sip, giggled again. How much
*had* she had to drink already? I was about to pose the question when
there was a knock at the door to the outer room. 

"Get that will you Mulder? It should be room service with my chocolate
sundae." 

"You ordered a chocolate sundae?" 

"Why not?" She smiled at me innocently, then gestured. "Don't keep the
man waiting." 

I obeyed, fetching the sundae, tipping the bellboy. I thought Scully
might have taken the opportunity to get out of the bath in my absence
but when I returned she was still wallowing contentedly in the bubbles.
She reached out a hand for the dish but with a sudden wicked thought I
held it out of her reach. "Come get it," I taunted playfully, fully
aware of what I was doing, the limits I was pushing. Hell, I *felt*
like pushing the limits. I was hungry for her. 

She splashed some of the bathwater at me and I took a step back to
avoid it, smile growing. This was going to be fun.  

"Give it," she threatened. "Mulder, this is not funny." She was trying
to maintain a stern expression but a smile kept involuntarily creeping
onto her lips.  
I took a step closer to her again, then another, holding it closer to
her but still just out of her reach. She stared at me, our eyes meeting
in a tug of war. She must have seen the hunger in my eyes, the almost
desperate lust for her. She lunged forward, grabbing the dish with two
hands and sinking back into the water so fast I didn't even get a
glimpse. But as I watched her digging into the icecream with the spoon,
cracking the thin set chocolate surface, I felt my heart stop. She had
drawn herself more upright than before to eat, and far more of her
breasts were exposed, the bubbles only just reaching up to cover the
nipples. I studied the bare skin as if it were a master painting, the
slopes, the roundness, the light downy hairs, the smooth, sudsy
wetness, a pinky sheen to the creamy skin. The texture fascinated me,
the softness, the areola, darker, bumpier... and I could see her left
nipple, a darker pinkness through the bubbles. Hoo boy. 

"Want some?" 

I snapped my gaze to her face, wondering for a mortified moment how
long I'd been staring at her bare chest, stunned by her question. But
then I saw the dish she was offering me.  

"It's delicious," she added, as if tempting me. Her eyes were innocent
and I didn't know whether her comments were intended to be as
provocative as they sounded. 

"I'll pass," I said quickly, feeling with sudden certainty that I
needed to escape the situation. I had no idea who was seducing who.
"I'll go." 

She took another bite of the sundae, licking the spoon deliberately.
"You're not afraid of seeing your partner naked, are you Mulder?" she
challenged with that frustratingly unreadable innocence. 

I stared at her, amazed. She stared back at me, then chuckled, flushing
a little, looking into her sundae. Was she embarrassed?  

I was still watching her and she knew it. She held the spoon up,
staring at it contemplatively before licking it clean. "Mulder, could
you fetch me my razor, please?" she requested offhandedly, barely
looking at me. "My bag's on the counter." 

What was she trying to *do* to me? I wondered as I obeyed, feeling like
a trespasser as I dug through her bag, past tampons and shampoo bottles
and all else womanly to find it for her, passing it over. *Why* was she
doing this? Even if she did have some reason for revenge - and I
couldn't think of one - provocative innuendoes certainly weren't her
style.  

"Damn. I forgot my shaving cream, didn't I? Could I borrow yours,
Mulder?" 

Had she been drugged? Had somebody put something in her wine?  

"Sure," I agreed slowly, staring at her as she dug around in the sundae
some more.  

I left, again half-expecting her to have locked the door when I
returned, but she was where I had left her, sundae in one hand, wine
glass in the other. She took a sip, savouring it before swallowing.
"This is good. Have some." 

I took the glass hesitantly, handing over the shaving cream. She put
both the sundae dish and the can of shaving cream down beside the bath,
lifting one leg out of the tub. For somebody so short, she had such
*long* legs...  

She squeezed herself a handful of cream and I wondered for a stunned
moment if she was going to shave her legs in front of me - did she
dare? But she paused, still sunk amongst the bubbles. "Okay, you can go
now, Mulder." 

There was no question about it - I was immeasurably relieved. I didn't
know how much longer I'd be able to play this game. And yet, I wanted
to get even. I wanted to get more physical.  

I knelt beside the tub, reaching out to indicate the corner of her
mouth. "You've got chocolate sauce on your face." 

I leaned forward, only intending to wipe it off with my finger, but
instead I lunged at her and *licked* it off, my hand cupping the side
of her face. She was taken by surprise but reacted quickly, her own
tongue flicking out to touch mine. In that brief moment I felt
completely engulfed by her, swallowed up by her soft warmth. I caught
the tip of her tongue gently between my teeth, then releasing her,
wanting to kiss her properly but realising that in my hesitation the
moment had passed. I drew back. "All gone," I said softly, looking into
her wide eyes. 

I stood, trailing a fingertip along her leg as I rose, fighting the
temptation to climb into the tub beside her, wrap my arms around her,
and never let her go.  

She drew herself more upright, bending to lather a new handful of cream
on her leg. The first had oozed through her clenched fingers, I noted.
I could see the side of the bathtub where she'd gripped the rim, the
partial handprint in shaving cream.  
Still leaning over so that her front was buried in bubbles, she picked
up the razor, hesitated as if waiting for me to leave, which I didn't,
then put it down again, picking up the glass of wine I'd put down for
her. A hand strategically wrapped across her breasts, she sat upright
and sipped, gazing at me. Then she smiled, raising the glass.  

"First we eat and drink," she said mischievously. "From there... who
knows?" 
  

fin.