Title:    In a Lather
Author:    banlu
Date written:    September 29, 2005
Rating:    NC-17
Category:    V
Spoilers:    War of the Coprophages
Keywords:    UST
Summary:    Mulder cleans up.
Archive:   Ephemeral and Gossamer.  Anyone else, please 
ask.
Comments:    Written for the Fandomonium Season of Smut 
Challenge -  Season Three.
Disclaimer:    No matter how hard I wish, they aren't mine.  
~sigh~
Thanks:    To mims, as always, no better beta to be found.
Feedback:    banlutoo@yahoo.com 


In a Lather
by banlu


Scully was parked outside my motel when I got there, 
digging for something in her trunk, her overnight bag at 
her feet.  I walked right by her, not giving her the 
satisfaction of asking what she was looking for.  I heard 
the trunk slam shut and then the sound of her footsteps 
following me to my door.  When I opened it, she pushed her 
way into my room without a word.  She put down her suitcase 
and shook out --

"A body bag?" I asked, totally surprised.

Her only answer was to stuff her dung-covered overcoat into 
the bag.  Then she took it and her suitcase into the 
bathroom, beating me to the shower.  She'd driven straight 
to the research facility, so she probably never had a 
chance to get her own room.  At least she could have asked 
if she could go first, since I was paying for this room out 
of my own pocket.  

I sighed and stripped off my own smelly clothes, carefully 
piling them to avoid spreading the dung, and sat on the bed 
in my boxers.  I couldn't wait to wash my hair, but Scully 
seemed to be taking her own sweet time.  When I heard 
singing, I knew she was paying me back for that "You smell" 
comment.  And maybe for the Bambi thing, too.  I turned on 
the TV and waited.

*******
Thirty minutes later, she exited the bathroom in a cloud of 
fresh-scented steam, a little smirk of satisfaction on her 
face.  She held out the body bag, not commenting on my 
state of undress.  "You can put your clothes in this too, 
if you want."

Ah, I thought, practical as ever, but didn't tell her that 
and simply stood up and walked into the bathroom, shutting 
the door a little more firmly than it needed.  I kicked off 
my boxers and took a much needed pee, then turned on the 
shower. 

Noticing that Scully had left her stuff on the counter, I 
picked up her shampoo bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a 
sniff.  Yep, that's what the bathroom smelled like, so, 
deciding to use it, I checked the water, added a little 
more of the cold, and stepped into the shower.

I started to rinse my hair, and then remembered what would 
be running onto my face, so turned away from the showerhead 
and leaned backwards.   It was awkward, but it worked.  I 
washed my hair three times before starting on the rest of 
me.   As the shit swirled down the drain, the smell of 
Scully's shampoo took over the room.

I imagined her opening the bottle and taking a sniff before 
pouring the thick liquid into her hand.  She would work her 
hair into a lather, her fingers running through the silky 
strands.  The water would run down her face as she rinsed, 
her eyes closed and mouth open as she tilted her head back, 
exposing her soft throat.  Her hands would follow the water 
down her body, caressing her soap-slickened skin as she 
washed herself.

My hands followed hers, lathering my chest and arms, as I 
pictured hers doing the same, running across her breasts, 
the palms circling her nipples.  I wasn't surprised when 
Little Mulder came out to play.

Purposely saving washing him until last, I worked the 
washcloth down one leg to my feet, then up the other one to 
my butt.  I  scrubbed my crack a couple of times, to make 
sure none of the crap that ran down my back had stuck 
there, then rubbed my soapy hands over my ass.  I closed my 
eyes and imagined Scully washing her fine little rear.  I 
remembered seeing the nice curve of it under her panties on 
our first case in Oregon, and had watched it sway away from 
me more times than I could count.  Little Mulder remembered 
it too.

I washed my balls, then finally sudsed up my cock, sliding 
the washcloth firmly up the length, over the tip, and back 
down.  That felt so good, I did it a few more times, 
feeling myself get harder with each pass.

I needed to jerk off.  I dropped the cloth, and started to 
soap up my hands when I remembered Scully's bottle of 
shampoo.  Yes!

Pouring some of it into my palm, I grabbed my cock and 
started rubbing.  It was a better lube than soap and the 
scent made it easier to picture Scully in the shower with 
me.  I closed my eyes and stroked myself, imagining her 
hands on me.  I was going to come quick, so I really worked 
it, bracing myself against the wall with my other elbow.

The waves of pleasure kept growing as I rubbed and rubbed, 
whispering Scully's name under my breath.  I certainly 
didn't want her to hear me if she was still out in the 
room.  I was close, so close, breathing out "Oh God's" with 
each stroke.

The shower curtain jerked back.  I opened my eyes to see a 
praying mantis only inches from my nose.

"Eeeeeeeeeeek!" I screeched and backed into the corner, 
Little Mulder cowering behind my hands.

Scully chortled as she waved the bug in front of me.  Her 
face appeared around the edge of the curtain, an evil grin 
marring her beautiful features.

"I knew it was a girly scream, I knew it!"  She turned and 
fled the motel room, her laughter cut off by the slamming 
door.

I slumped against the wall, stunned.  How could she be so 
cruel?  I sighed.  Guess it was the Bambi thing, after all.

end