Cliche Series: Airplane 2/?
From: "M&R Hartmann" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 13:47:59 -0700
Subject: Cliche Series: Airplane II by ROzH MSR
TITLE: Clich series: Airplane II (1/1)
AUTHOR: ROz H
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DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: You honor me?just tell me where.
SPOILER WARNING: nothing major
RATING: In the Bible belt, this is punishable by death.
SUMMARY: Where are the roasted peanuts when you want them?
AUTHOR NOTES: Part two of the Clich series: Airplane.
DISCLAIMER: If Chris Carter sued me, you think he'd give me his autograph?
'Goodness glaciers' was the only thing Scully could think of as she felt
her finger being ravished slowly by Mulder's exquisite tongue. Her eyes had
popped open and she watched him run his tongue along her finger, his full
lips kissing the wake of its path.
They sat quietly in their bucket seats as the 737 flew east into the night
sky. Scully had just laid her head back for a nap when she suddenly felt
the warmth of Mulder's mouth on her. He took her entire middle finger in
his mouth and circled it with his tongue, causing her mouth to fall open in
disbelief. She could not help but stare.
Mulder watched her watch his mouth as he sucked her finger. He could feel
the want in him reach critical mass when her mouth fell open. He held back
a smile. Her beautiful pale skin had now flushed crimson and her breathing
had quickened. It took everything to hold back and not ravish her silly.
Instead he reached with his right hand and moved the armrest up, and shifted
closer to her, leaving nothing between them.
Scully noticed him moving and her eyes snapped up to look around for fear
of being caught. He pulled her finger out of his mouth and said, "Hey."
She looked back at him; his eyes full of want and desire, his lips
glistening with moisture.
"Pay attention, " he said.
Scully jumped up out of her seat so fast she hit her head on the overhead.
"I'll be right back." With a flinching look of pain she grabbed her head
and she rushed past him and down the aisle.
She made it to the curtains dividing the passengers from the bathrooms and
the cockpit of the plane. A raven-haired stewardess was fixing a drink.
She saw the shock on Scully's face. "Miss, are you alright?"
"Bathroom. Sick." Scully pushed opened the door and entered the tiny
How is it that they can fit 250 people on a plane and expect four bathrooms
the size of a broom closet to be a sufficient place to have a moment? Bowel
or otherwise. Scully wondered that herself many of flights with Mulder, but
at this particular moment she was trying not to hyperventilate and gather
what was left of her dignity. She wanted to kick herself, getting up and
running was so out of character, but granted she had never been in that type
of position before with Mulder, or any type of position with Mulder for that
matter. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face was still flushed and her pupils had dilated to the size of dinner
plates. She reached up and touched the tender spot on her head. 'Oh god
that takes talent' she thought. A small bump was forming. She ran her
right hand down her face and covered her mouth for a moment. She then
turned on the spigot and splashed some cool water on her face. She looked
back at herself, her face dripping. Closing her eyes she let her head fall
forward. She stood like that for a minute, trying to calm her beating
"I'm going to have to go back out there," she mumbled softly to herself.
Scully grabbed some paper towels and dabbed her face and a few droplets on
her jacket. She leaned back and took a final look at herself in the mirror.
She touched the buttons of her black jacket and smoothed out her matching
knee length skirt. '34 years old, natural redhead with a degree in medicine
and a career in the F.B.I, with no social life whatsoever. Yet just minutes
ago I received a finger blow job from my painfully erotic partner.'
"Can't get any worse then this." With that she opened the door and
there stood Mulder.
Mulder sat for a moment and watched her run towards the front of the plane.
He put the armrest to his right back down and rested his chin in his hand.
He wiped a little of the moisture away from his lips and tried to remember
the sound of her breathing and the look in her eyes when he touched her with
'That was bold', he thought. It might've been the stupidest thing he had
ever done in his life, he crushed his eyes closed and the burn of
embarrassment climb up his neck into his face. Then realization hit him,
'but it can't end there.' With that he stood up and slowly sauntered down
When he got to the curtains he pulled them back and saw the stewardess. He
pointed to the bathroom. "Is she?"
"She just ran in there. Is she not feeling well?" The stewardess was
moving past Mulder with a tray of drinks.
"Oh", she said.
Mulder smiled and he turned to the door just as it opened. Scully's face
lit up in surprise, "Sweetie, feeling better?" Then he stepped into the
cramped little bathroom closing the door behind them.
The stewardess stood for a moment, "Right." And closed the curtains.
"Mulder, what are you doing?" She was trying not to look at him. She was
also trying not to touch him, but the bathroom had other ideas. They were
pushed up against each other with her practically falling into the toilet.
Mulder grabbed her shoulders and pushed back against the door. He placed
both arms at the sides of her head and whispered, "Wanna join the mile high
club, Scully?" She sighed impatiently and looked away. He smiled and
dropped his hands into his trouser pockets. Standing well within her
personal space his lips draped into a half smile. He took a step back as
far as he could and waited.
With him still painfully close Scully sagged against the wall and looked up
into Mulder's face. "What do you think you're doing, Mulder?"
He shrugged and made a noncommittal noise, "Thought we'd go for record."
She laughed, "What, how many people we can squeeze into a 737's bathroom?"
"How many times we come to that moment, only to ignore it and have it taken
away from us."
Her smile faltered and she shyly looked away. "Maybe it's a moment that's
not suppose to be, Mulder." Mulder's eyes clouded with what looked like
pain for Scully and it quietly broke her heart. He opened his mouth to say
something then thought better of it. He leaned in close and nudged her hair
away from her cheek with his nose. Goosebumps ran up and down Scully at the
intimacy of his actions. He put his left hand against the door and pressed
his body against hers and whispered in her ear.
"I don't know when I started feeling this way about you Scully, but I do.
When I looked forward to seeing you walk through our office door or when it
came to the point that I would kill to stand next to you and smell your
fragrance. When hearing your voice on my machine or over the phone made my
heart race or when your laugh, or better yet your smile stopped it.
"I want you, Scully. I want everything about you. Not just your trust or
friendship which up until this point I thought had been enough. I want to
feel you," he ran his lips along her neck, down to her collar bone and then
back up to her ear, "I want to taste you, every part of you. I want to be
in you and when I look at you I want to see you want that too." He pulled
back a little and looked into her eyes.
"Do you see what you want, Mulder?" There were tears in her eyes from his
soliloquy and her breathing was deep.
A single tear ran down Scully's cheek and he reached with his right hand
and caught it with his thumb. "I want you, Scully. That's all."
Author's note: I couldn't help it. I had to stop it there?so stay tuned for
the finale, Airplane III of the Clich Series.