By Nook! (AKA: Char Chaffin)
char@chaffin.com

MSR, some third person POV, R -  In hopes of making Tessie's poor
foot-owie feel alllll better!

Note: Extra points to anyone who can trace the locale of this fic
back to some past stories of mine!
 

Summary:  It's all about De Shoes...
 

"Stilettos"
 

"Can I help you?  Sir?"

The young salesclerk stared up at her tall and handsome customer.
God, what a gorgeous man.

Her name was Melinda; she'd been working in the ladies' shoe
department of Taynor's for six months and she never got to see any
males unless they were pimply faced teens shopping with Mommy or old
geezers trotting alongside their wives while they picked out
orthopedic sneakers.

But this man... mmmmmm.

Tall and lean.  Dark-haired.  Hazel-eyed.  Sinfully long eyelashes.
Wide shoulders and a narrow waist, that much was visible under the
unbuttoned suit jacket.  Long, long legs.  Elegantly-shoed feet.  And
his hands -!  Long fingers, slender and strong-looking.  At the
moment those hands were cupping a pair of flimsy Arcaodio Morales
with four-inch heels.

Damn... he had good taste, too...

"Sir?  Is there something I can help you with?"  Her voice came out
in a husky lump.  He looked up from the shoes he held and smiled at
her.

Smiled.  At.  Her.

Oh God... the man needed to be deemed illegal.  His gaze locked on
her like a physical touch.  Intense, those hazel eyes.  And the smile
he leveled on her just about laid her flat.  White teeth; lush and
full bottom lip and a top lip that just begged to be licked.  She
could feel it deep inside of her, that smile.  Those eyes.  That body.

When his voice wafted over to her Melinda truly thought she'd died
and gone to heaven.  "Yes, you can.  Do you have these shoes - in a
size six?"

She was so entranced with the honey-rasp of his voice that she
didn't immediately register that by asking for a woman's size six in
a very expensive and very sexy shoe, he was in fact taken - most
definitely, irrevocably taken.

Damn it.  Should have known... it was just her luck.  The first
purely fabulous man to cross her path and he belonged to some very
lucky woman.

Oh well... With a smile, she nodded and took the shoe from his hand,
her fingers touching his palm for one tingling second, before she
murmured, "Yes, I'm sure we do.  Black or navy blue?"  Jeez, his hand
was warm...

The man considered for a moment, then responded with a decisive,
"Navy, I think."

She nodded weakly and turned toward the stockroom, reluctant to
leave him for a single second.  If she left his side she was sure
some other woman would spot him and nab him away from her before she
could make any sort of impression on him.  When Melinda finally
reached the shelf where their designer shoes were stocked, she had to
lean against it and berate herself for being such a twit.  Looking
down at her own size eight and a half feet, it occurred to her that a
woman whose feet were small enough to fit in a pair of size six
Arcaodio Morales obviously had everything this man could ever want,
and more.

Ten seconds later Melinda walked out of the stockroom with a shoe
box in her hands, and stared at her sinfully attractive customer -
kneeling at the feet of a woman seated in one of the chairs, laughing
down into his handsome face.  And Melinda realized there was no hope
for her, none whatsoever.

The woman was red-haired and blue-eyed.  Petite, slender, perfect -
this was the first impression that hit right away.  Dressed in a dark
gray suit, exquisitely tailored, with a long fitted jacket, the skirt
grazing about four inches above her knees.  Slender legs and dainty
ankles - and small, delicate feet.  One shoe on, and the other foot
now held in the elegant and strong hands of the man who was gazing up
at her with a look Melinda had never seen on any man's face.

Adoration.  Complete and total adoration... lucky, lucky woman.

Well, maybe she had a squawky, irritating voice... a hope that died
as soon as the woman opened her rosebud mouth and spoke in a low,
cultured purr.

"Mulder, I don't need any shoes.  I just bought new boots last
week!"  The voice held exasperated affection, and the man she called
Mulder grinned up at her, still holding her foot.  Melinda watched
with envy as his fingers glided up and over her ankle.  Man, to have
that hand on any part of her body...

"These aren't just any shoes, Scully.  Trust me, when you see them
you'll fall in instant lust with them.  You'll have to have them."
With that, he looked up and caught Melinda's eyes, smiled that
incredible smile at her.  Unable to tear her gaze away Melinda moved
forward with the shoebox in her clammy grip, and handed them over
wordlessly.  He murmured a sweet 'thanks' to her before turning his
full attention on the red-haired woman.

When he opened the box and gently lifted out one of the shoes, the
woman named Scully gasped aloud, and her small hands reached out for
it reverently.

"God, Mulder... an Arcaodio Morales.  Damn you... and I just paid my
rent!  You're flat-out evil."

His rich chuckle curled around Melinda's ears, as he unfastened the
dainty straps and taking the woman's foot in his hand, slipped it
onto her foot, re-fastening the twin crossed straps.  Then he as
easily slipped the other shoe in place, and let his hands stroke up
the backs of both her calves, while his eyes just stared at the way
her feet looked in the fabulous shoes.  His hot gaze lifted and
Melinda swore she could feel that heat in the pit of her own stomach,
when he locked eyes with the woman.  His lips parted and his voice
came out in a thick, creamy rush.

"Walk for me, baby.  I want to see the way you strut in your new
shoes..."

The woman he called Scully did precisely that - she walked across
the carpeted floor, her hips swaying, the high narrow heels making
her move with willowy grace.  She turned and walked toward him, still
on his knees on the floor - and Melinda could have sworn she heard
him whimper.  She stopped in front of him and lifted one foot to
admire the look of the shoes - and he caught that foot and pressed it
to his face, causing her to blush.  Melinda found herself blushing as
well, and wondering anew what it would be like to be loved by a man
such as this...

She supposed she would never know, because he was already taken. A
few minutes later they were standing at her counter and the man named
Mulder was handing over his credit card and not even flinching at the
four hundred dollar price tag.  The woman named Scully, however...
she was physically reeling.

"Mulder!  You can't buy them!  They're fantastic shoes but so
delicate and fragile!  God, I couldn't wear them outside, they'd get
ruined in no time.  Where on earth would I wear them?"

When he turned that wide, white and downright sexy smile on her,
hazel eyes darkly glowing... Melinda figured out very quickly where
on earth this woman would wear her new shoes.

Lucky, lucky woman...

***************

"That salesclerk wanted you, Mulder."  She lay on her back, flushed
and naked but for a pair of sheer navy thigh high stockings trimmed
in lace, and navy Arcaodio Morales on her feet.  Her hair was a
tangled mass of curls on her pillow and her lips were swollen from
heated kisses.  Her eyes were glowing.  She was so gorgeous it made
him ache to look at her.  And she was all his... the last thing he
cared to think about was that another woman might want him.

He shickered, "Nuh-uh, Scully.  She lusted after your shoes."

"Uh-uh, Partner - she was lusting but it wasn't for my very sexy,
very beautiful shoes.  She wanted my man.  A woman knows these
things."  Scully ran a smooth leather heel against his bare thigh and
watched him shudder.

He pressed her down into the mussed sheets, slipping between her
legs and sighing when their silky perfection coiled around his waist.
Hot and wet and ready for him... Jesus.  He moved against her, probed
her ardently, opened her eagerly, thrust within lovingly.  Groaned
into her neck when those four-inch stiletto heels slid carefully over
his buttocks.  So good.  So damn, damn good...

Her voice was a breathless puff in his ear as he moved inside her,
staring down at her with eyes gone dark and fierce.  "Know what this
woman also knows, Mulder?"

He could feel the building, down in his balls.  He managed a
gasping, "What, baby?"

A small second before her orgasm ripped through her and took all her
remaining breath and most of her sanity, she told him.

"You're reaping the benefits of my 'fuck me' heels..."

One shudder and he tightened all over, locked his mouth to hers,
poured himself into her as she clutched him hard, inside and out.
But he had to have the last word, groaned right into her throat -

"Oh, yeah..."

end