By Foxhunt2blue
foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com

Summary: M&M's and seduction need I say more?
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Hmmm...none!
Keywords: MSR, Humor, Smut
Disclaimer: Let's see...I don't own the, but if I did I
guarantee that candy coating would be involved in the
name of scientific experimentation! ;-)
Feedback: The naughty muse lives for it!
E-mail: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com or
Kitsunegari2001@aol.com
Author's note: I have to say that this one is for the listies of
BtS and their amusing M&M discussion. Now who started
that? *snicker ;-)

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sunflower seeds.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph how she hated them! Just the sight
of them was enough to make her stomach roll, but not in a
bad way. And there you had it folks, the entire problem in a
nutshell, no pun intended.

Too many years watching her partner eat those tiny salty
seeds had finally caused her to lose her mind.

His lips so soft, she imagined, puckered around that tiny
striped seed as he focused on anything from a case file to
the long stretch of road they were traveling. Sometimes
there would be the slightest glimpse of pink velvet tongue
as he rolled it into his mouth.

She would try to look away, but the sight was mesmerizing
to her usually exhausted mind. Sometimes she would close
her eyes and imagine that perfect mouth somewhere she
really shouldn't.

Today had been the final straw for her deprived libido.

No new cases so they had decided to catch up on some
filing and paperwork. A simple casual Friday, no meetings,
just her and Mulder alone in the basement. Of course
nothing was ever that simple with Mulder.

She had actually made it to the office before him a miracle
in and of itself. When he walked in around nine, she had
nearly killed herself by tripping over the waste basket.

Faded, button fly Levi's that seemed to mold to every inch
of his body in just the right places. A simple dark green
pocket tee-shirt that brought out shards of emerald in his
eyes that she rarely noticed. If his casual attire hadn't got
her imagination working the damn sunflower seeds had
succeeded.

All morning he had sat there, long legs propped on the
desk, lips and tongue working diligently. By noon she
had accomplished about zilch in the work department,
but her panties were going to leave a damp patch in her
chair.

"So lunch?"

"Huh?" She looked up with a start, sure she resembled
 a wild deer caught in the high beams of a huge truck.

"Lunch. I was wondering if you wanted...,"

"No thank you...I have some errands to run." With a
quickness, usually reserved for stalking killers, she had
grabbed her coat and was out the door.

She was quite sure Mulder was still choking on her dust.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Wandering through the aisles of the nearest Seven-
Eleven she wondered if she could even go back to the
office. With a put upon sigh she pushed back a tangle
of hair over her ear as she opened the cooler, pulling
out a bottle of diet cola.

It wasn't as though Mulder did it deliberately, he was
one of the least self-conscious men she knew. He never
knew what he could to any poor woman, least of all
herself, with just a pout of that full bottom lip.

As she wandered back to the counter to pay for her
soda a half pound bag of M&M's caught her eye. An
evil grin spread across her face as she thought of the
potential. To hell with sunflower seeds, she thought,
lets see how Mulder deals with a little candy coating.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Chocolate and diet soda? What ever happened to
bee pollen Scully?" Mulder raised a brow in mock
horror at her choice of lunch as he shuffled through
a stack of files.

"Bee pollen is highly overrated Mulder, besides a
girl needs to pamper herself every once and awhile."
She grinned from ear to ear as she flopped into her
chair.

"But M&M's Scully? I always figured you for more
of a Ferrar Roche girl...hazelnuts and rich imported
chocolate," Mulder waved his hand with a flourish
taking on a snooty, really bad French accent.

"All American girl Mulder. Hate to break your
heart."

Breaking open the plastic she emptied a few of the
colorful candies out of the bag, then reached for
the file she had been working on. Silence settled
in and she glanced over to see Mulder popping
another seed between his lips. Well she could
play this game as well...if not better.

Casually she began humming as she sorted the
M&M's out first...color by color. Within moments
she had a pile of red, yellow, brown, blue, and green
candies. Each pile was a neat mound on the desk,
looking like giant polka dots from a game of Twister.

Glancing from the corner of her eye, she noticed
Mulder watching her with a sly curiosity. With well
rehearsed calmness she reached out snatching a
bright green candy, placing it delicately between
her pursed lips. Slowly she began sucking the tidbit
never quite taking it into her mouth completely.

Mulder's brow rose just a notch.

The beginning of success she thought as her tongue
slipped out, curling around the now sticky candy
coated chocolate. Sighing she flipped the page of
the report that lay in front of her.

There went the brow again.

Slipping the tip of her tongue out she plucked the
now naked chocolate, squishing it gently between
her thumb and forefinger. Here was the moment
where she would score or not.

Without so much as a glance she slid her finger
between her pursed lips and began sucking the
chocolate off. From her right came the squeaking
of wheels as Mulder shifted in his chair. She let
out a soft 'ummm' as she replaced her finger with
her thumb.

Another squeak of wheels.

A soft sigh slipped from her lips as her tiny pink
tongue darted out of her mouth, swirling around
her thumb, until all the chocolate was gone.

"...sweet jesus...,"

"Did you say something Mulder?" She raised
an eyebrow at the soft pink flush on her partner's
face.

"No...me? No, nothing." As he turned back to his
computer, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, she
smiled.

"Would you like an M&M Mulder?" Fingers
darting out she plucked another green one from
the pile on her desk.

He turned, eyes as big as flying saucers, as she
held out the candy innocently. "M&M?" He
questioned dumbly.

"Yes...candy coated...sweetness," she stated
slowly, wondering with glee what Mulder was
hiding behind his desk. She could imagine what
it was though.

"No...thanks," Mulder choked out his face
flushing even brighter red as she slowly sucked
the M&M from between her fingers.

With a shrug of shoulders she turned back to her
desk, flipping another page in the file.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

The afternoon was slow and torturous for Mulder
as he tried to focus on anything, but Scully's slow
devouring of each green M&M on her desk. His
face burned with embarrassment as he tried to get
comfortable. The once snug denim of his jeans
almost unbearably tight against his raging erection.

Damn her, he thought, as he side glimpsed her
licking dark, moist chocolate from her finger.

The way her lips wrapped around her finger, the
slow pump of her finger as her tongue danced
around the candy coated flesh.

What ever happened to melting in your mouth
and not in your hand?

Of course he was quite sure the makers of  M&M's
had never seen Dana Scully eat one.

An image of Scully, naked and covered with chocolate,
danced across his eyelids. Jesus Christ he couldn't
take anymore. This is what he got for teasing her with
those damn sunflower seeds for the past seven years.

As he shifted in his chair, the seam of his zipper pressed
into his swollen flesh and he moaned.

"Mulder are you okay?" The innocence in her voice only
added fuel to the fire.

"Fine." He ground out through clenched teeth. Was it
possible that a male could have his penis explode?

He jumped as her cool hand caressed his forehead.

"Do you have a fever?"

Now her voice was filled with mock concern. She
damn well knew what was wrong.

Pulling his chair around her eyes grew large with the
sight that greeted her. "Oh my Mulder...I see what
the problem is. Would you like me to take care of that?"

Mulder was sure his jaw had unhinged and hit the floor
of the office. Was Dana Scully offering what he thought?

Before he could recover from the shock she had his
hands cuffed to the chair. And with his cuffs!

"Scully what the hell...,"

"Shhh...you don't want anyone to hear do you?"

At this point he was quite sure he must have nodded off
and this was some wet dream fantasy. There was no way
that Dana Scully was looking at him like...THAT!

Leaning over she caught his mouth in a hungry kiss, her
tongue insisting he let her in. With a soft sigh he gave in to
the softly probing tongue, the taste of chocolate flooding
his mouth, sending shivers through him.

Pulling back Scully licked her lips, staring into his wide eyes
with a predatory glance. "You taste good Mulder...almost as
sweet as...," her eyes drifted back to her desk and the bag of
M&M's.

Slowly her hands tugged his tee-shirt up, her fingers playing
across his sides, teasing along the curve of his ribcage. His
breathing had become erratic as her slow seduction unraveled
and it didn't improve as she leaned over him. Her mouth lowered
to take one nipple between her moist lips.

"Jesus!" Mulder yelped.

She hummed softly as her teeth nipped the tight nub of flesh,
bringing it to a peak, her tongue laving the sensitive skin. Mulder
moaned softly as her other hand moved up to rub and tweak
his other nipple as her mouth continued it's assault.

For what seemed an eternity he sat slumped in his chair, her
mouth working along his chest, tiny kisses and nips down to
his belly. Then her fingers caught in the waistband of his jeans.

"Scully...no you can't...what if...,"

"...someone comes in? I locked the door when I came in the
last time. You have nothing to worry about." Her eyes flashed
with a bright blue flame as her fingers popped open each button
along his fly.

Another groan escaped him as the denim parted and he found
himself lifting his hips, helping her as she released him.

"Beautiful...," Scully whispered as her fingers tightened around
his cock. Slowly she began to stroke up and down his length,
causing him to squirm. "Hmmm...sweet," she ran her tongue
from the base to the tip, swirling around the head.

Mulder's whole body was stiffening with the need to scream
out as he fought the heat building between his thighs. Biting
down on his lip he grunted as her mouth lowered, engulfing
his throbbing erection in slick heat.

It felt glorious.

As her mouth worked his cock, her fingers slid between
his thighs, cupping his balls.

Glorious torment, he thought, his head twisting from side
to side as Scully treated him like one giant candy coated
M&M. Jesus she was good, so fucking good he wouldn't
last for one more second. With a muffled cry he came
hard, his hips jerking with violent spasms.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Mulder? Wake up Mulder."

Moaning softly Mulder opened one eye to meet Scully's
concerned face. "What?" He mumbled lifting his head
from the desk, eyes blinking in confusion.

"That must have been one hell of a dream. You were
moaning to beat all hell." Her brow raised as Mulder
studied the room with a frown.

"Dream?" His brow knotted.

"I didn't see any reason to wake you up. You looked like
you could use the rest, but then you started moaning. One
hell of a dream," she mumbled returning to her desk. Reaching
out she popped another M&M between her lips as Mulder
stared at her the confusion even more obvious. "It's late
Mulder I'm heading home."

Retrieving her briefcase, she smiled at him.

"Come on Mulder. Maybe we can get some pizza...rent
some movies."

Mulder stood eyeballing Scully as she opened the office
door. There was something not quite right about the way
she was acting. Had it really been a dream?

"Oh...and Mulder." Her voice drifted from the hallway
teasingly.

"Yes."

"I suggest that you button your fly so people don't get
the right idea."

Gasping Mulder looked down to see his jeans hanging
open. Fumbling with nerveless fingers he began buttoning
his jeans, his face burning with the realization of what
had happened.

"And Mulder?"

"Yes," he squeaked out.

"We can have M&M's for desert."

The End