HOT, THICK AND DARK (for the C-Harem)

by Mik

I peer down at him. "Mulder, that can't be good for me."

His smile is serene. "It isn't supposed to be." He draws his fingers upward and sucks them, with a loud, satisfying smack. "That's what makes it so good."

"Mulder, stop licking your fingers, it's making me hungry."

The smile becomes a grin. "For what?"

I point. "For what you're doing there."

"Mmm, looks good, doesn't it, Walt? Look, it's getting so thick I can hardly handle it."

"Well, you can't stop now," I assure him. "Do it harder. Put your shoulder into it."

He flicks me another look. "Walter, I know what I'm doing."

I risk a look downward, nearly my undoing. "It's almost there."

"I know," he practically coos. "Look how dark and shiny it's getting."

I'm almost panting. "The nuts. Don't forget the nuts."

His indulgent smile is almost mischievous. "Trust me, Walter, I'll take care of the nuts."

"Harder, Mulder," I exhort, almost desperately. "Harder and faster."

"Walt --"

"Come on, Mulder, I can't wait."

He looks up sharply. "Would you please go in the other room?"

"Wh -- what?"

"I'm never going to finish this fudge with you in here."

- END -