Fic: "L'elisir d'amore" Mulder/Scully (R)
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51stcenturyfoxTitle: L'elisir d'amore
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51stcenturyfox
Pairing: Mulder/Scully (MSR)
Rating: R for smut
Wordcount: 750
Summary: For the X-Files Ball of Wrong Porn Battle. Prompts: leather couch, opera. This is set post-Milagro. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neifile7 for beta.
"'Ache,' 'pang,' 'prick,' 'twinge'-- how ironic the Victorian vocabulary of behavioral pathology now so perfectly described the palpations of her own desire." - Phillip Padgett, Milagro.
"So, you like this?" Scully asked. The CD chunked over and Placido Domingo followed an instrumental interlude.
"What, you think I'm all pizza and beer?" Mulder asked, pushing the pizza box overhanging the coffee table with his knees before stretching his legs out beneath.
"And Elvis, and baseball," Scully replied. She tipped her second bottle of Redhook towards Mulder in a mock toast and slid to join him on the floor.
"L'elisir d'amore," Mulder said. "Donizetti."
Scully squinted at him.
M'ama! Sì, m'ama, lo vedo. Lo vedo, the tenor sang.
"Do you understand it?" Scully asked.
Mulder looked up at the ceiling and recited: "She loves me, I see it. I see it." He rolled his neck forward and balanced the cool circle of his bottle on Scully's knee. "Un solo instante i palpiti, del suo bel cor sentir -- Just for an instant the beats of her beautiful heart, if I could feel," Mulder continued as Placido sang on. "My sighs, if they were mingled for a while with her sighs. The beats of her heart if I could feel."
Scully felt a twinge at her ribcage, shivered against his shoulder. Nascimento, hands plunging, reaching for her heart, to rip... "Shit. Sorry," Mulder said.
"It's okay," she said, and placed her bottle on the table with a clank. "It wasn't real." He draped an arm behind her neck and she leaned back, shut her eyes against the imaginary pang, and smiled. "So. Opera. Hidden depths, Mulder." Changing the subject. Because.
"I'm erudite. You have no idea," he chuckled, and his breath stirred her hair, pricked something in the pit of her stomach. Mulder's fingers tightened and gripped her shoulder. She felt a press of lips once, twice, along the line of her jaw and sucked in a hard breath before his mouth covered hers.
Scully decided not to be shocked. She grasped his hand and turned to search his eyes. "Sofa?" she whispered.
Mulder nodded and she twisted and pulled him atop her. "Good call, Scully, 'cause my ass was getting kinda sore, and-" She took his jaw and kissed him, hard and deliberate. She dropped her head back to the sofa and glanced at the register at the top of the wall. Mulder followed her gaze, turned her chin, traced her bottom lip with his fingers. She smiled.
Mulder's hands unfastened the row of pearly buttons before finding his way to her jeans. He paused, flicked his eyes upward and she nodded and leaned forward to yank her arms through her sleeves. She tossed the pink shirt atop the pizza box and both slid to the floor with a whump, but neither looked as he worked her zipper and she wiggled free. Mulder dragged his fingertips slowly from knee to thigh, then over smooth white cotton -- a maddeningly gentle brush. Scully gasped and closed her eyes.
He shifted to pull his t-shirt off and paused. Sensing his gaze, she blinked, drew her hands to her bra front and unclipped. Mulder made a noise in his throat.
"Did you just growl?" she began, "because-"
Mulder pulled her hips down swiftly and closed his lips around a nipple, worried it lightly with his teeth as Scully bit her lip. She clutched at his hair, rumpling it, and moaned into the silence between arias.
Mulder dropped a hand to her hipbone, teasing at elastic before curling his fingers down and in, then skating back slowly to circle and press. She shuddered, reached for his beltloop and tugged. He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow. "No rush," he said.
"Yes. There is," Scully breathed, with a tiny smile.
Mulder stood hurriedly, pulled off his jeans and boxers and kicked them away. God, Now, Scully thought, as she reached to skim hard flesh with her fingertips, then her palm. She gripped his thigh, pulled him down and slid her hands from hip to waist to chest. She kissed his collarbone and sucked at the flesh, dragging a groan as he pulled at her panties with one hand and his cock with other. Fully skin-to-skin, he pushed inside and she inhaled hard, arched her back and clutched his biceps, leaving tiny, frantic dents with her nails.
L'elisir d'amore, Scully thought. Eyes on Mulder's, she translated the title. "Love potion."
"Pizza," Mulder said. "And opera." He laughed and so did she as they began to move and finally, the empty ache in her chest was gone.
Imagine that.
Author:
51stcenturyfox Pairing: Mulder/Scully (MSR)
Rating: R for smut
Wordcount: 750
Summary: For the X-Files Ball of Wrong Porn Battle. Prompts: leather couch, opera. This is set post-Milagro. Thanks to
neifile7 for beta. "'Ache,' 'pang,' 'prick,' 'twinge'-- how ironic the Victorian vocabulary of behavioral pathology now so perfectly described the palpations of her own desire." - Phillip Padgett, Milagro.
"So, you like this?" Scully asked. The CD chunked over and Placido Domingo followed an instrumental interlude.
"What, you think I'm all pizza and beer?" Mulder asked, pushing the pizza box overhanging the coffee table with his knees before stretching his legs out beneath.
"And Elvis, and baseball," Scully replied. She tipped her second bottle of Redhook towards Mulder in a mock toast and slid to join him on the floor.
"L'elisir d'amore," Mulder said. "Donizetti."
Scully squinted at him.
M'ama! Sì, m'ama, lo vedo. Lo vedo, the tenor sang.
"Do you understand it?" Scully asked.
Mulder looked up at the ceiling and recited: "She loves me, I see it. I see it." He rolled his neck forward and balanced the cool circle of his bottle on Scully's knee. "Un solo instante i palpiti, del suo bel cor sentir -- Just for an instant the beats of her beautiful heart, if I could feel," Mulder continued as Placido sang on. "My sighs, if they were mingled for a while with her sighs. The beats of her heart if I could feel."
Scully felt a twinge at her ribcage, shivered against his shoulder. Nascimento, hands plunging, reaching for her heart, to rip... "Shit. Sorry," Mulder said.
"It's okay," she said, and placed her bottle on the table with a clank. "It wasn't real." He draped an arm behind her neck and she leaned back, shut her eyes against the imaginary pang, and smiled. "So. Opera. Hidden depths, Mulder." Changing the subject. Because.
"I'm erudite. You have no idea," he chuckled, and his breath stirred her hair, pricked something in the pit of her stomach. Mulder's fingers tightened and gripped her shoulder. She felt a press of lips once, twice, along the line of her jaw and sucked in a hard breath before his mouth covered hers.
Scully decided not to be shocked. She grasped his hand and turned to search his eyes. "Sofa?" she whispered.
Mulder nodded and she twisted and pulled him atop her. "Good call, Scully, 'cause my ass was getting kinda sore, and-" She took his jaw and kissed him, hard and deliberate. She dropped her head back to the sofa and glanced at the register at the top of the wall. Mulder followed her gaze, turned her chin, traced her bottom lip with his fingers. She smiled.
Mulder's hands unfastened the row of pearly buttons before finding his way to her jeans. He paused, flicked his eyes upward and she nodded and leaned forward to yank her arms through her sleeves. She tossed the pink shirt atop the pizza box and both slid to the floor with a whump, but neither looked as he worked her zipper and she wiggled free. Mulder dragged his fingertips slowly from knee to thigh, then over smooth white cotton -- a maddeningly gentle brush. Scully gasped and closed her eyes.
He shifted to pull his t-shirt off and paused. Sensing his gaze, she blinked, drew her hands to her bra front and unclipped. Mulder made a noise in his throat.
"Did you just growl?" she began, "because-"
Mulder pulled her hips down swiftly and closed his lips around a nipple, worried it lightly with his teeth as Scully bit her lip. She clutched at his hair, rumpling it, and moaned into the silence between arias.
Mulder dropped a hand to her hipbone, teasing at elastic before curling his fingers down and in, then skating back slowly to circle and press. She shuddered, reached for his beltloop and tugged. He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow. "No rush," he said.
"Yes. There is," Scully breathed, with a tiny smile.
Mulder stood hurriedly, pulled off his jeans and boxers and kicked them away. God, Now, Scully thought, as she reached to skim hard flesh with her fingertips, then her palm. She gripped his thigh, pulled him down and slid her hands from hip to waist to chest. She kissed his collarbone and sucked at the flesh, dragging a groan as he pulled at her panties with one hand and his cock with other. Fully skin-to-skin, he pushed inside and she inhaled hard, arched her back and clutched his biceps, leaving tiny, frantic dents with her nails.
L'elisir d'amore, Scully thought. Eyes on Mulder's, she translated the title. "Love potion."
"Pizza," Mulder said. "And opera." He laughed and so did she as they began to move and finally, the empty ache in her chest was gone.
Imagine that.
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Date: 2009-10-01 01:59 pm (UTC)Great story!
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Date: 2009-10-01 05:43 pm (UTC)It had been a while for me, too. I used to mainline MSR but hadn't ever posted any. :)
Old days... :D
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Date: 2009-10-01 03:51 pm (UTC)I'm playing your soundtrack while reading, and damn, you're good. Perfect tone and tempo, perfect for leather sofa sex. Mmm.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-01 05:44 pm (UTC)And TY again for betaz!
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Date: 2009-10-01 04:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-01 05:44 pm (UTC)Cough.
Date: 2009-10-01 04:48 pm (UTC)I have to ask - are the fish watching?
Re: Cough.
Date: 2009-10-01 05:46 pm (UTC)The fish were watching, and thinking it was about time! Silly humans and their ways. ;)
(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-01 04:56 pm (UTC)I have no X-Files icon. This is shameful.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-01 06:46 pm (UTC)You might need an icon. I realize I don't have Mulder on his own... :)
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Date: 2009-10-01 04:59 pm (UTC)What I love about your writing: It is poetic without being sentimental; sensual without being unrealistic.
This scene reads very tactile and startlingly candid.
I (STILL) love your writing so much.
(This is the first XF's fanfic I have ever read. I imagine any more will just be a let down after this.)
(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-01 07:40 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for the kind words.
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Date: 2009-10-02 07:33 am (UTC)I used to love the x-files but haven't seen all the episodes.
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Date: 2009-10-02 03:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-02 10:14 pm (UTC)It's been an age since I watched/followed the X-Files, but now you've had me start on season 1 again. Which I last watched in...gulp...1993. gawd.
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Date: 2009-10-03 12:19 am (UTC)I'm tempted to re-watch from the start again (which I saw when they actually aired...and loads of repeats).
Seasons 4 and 6 are my faves.
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Date: 2009-10-02 10:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-03 12:19 am (UTC)