Chocolate

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: The X Files

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters - and even if I did they'd be too hot for me to handle all by myself

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The temperature had gotten to 102

For the last three days.

I was hot

I was miserable.

It was Saturday night, which had been coined “date night” where we were supposed to watch some crappy romantic movie we would mock then get irritated turn off and make our own movie.

But there was a fucking Yankees game on

So I was hot

And I was miserable.

After showering I changed into a sheer black cami top with matching panties, which was about the only thing close to naked that made the nights bearable. As I walked into the bedroom I saw him there, immersed in his stupid game wearing only his silk boxer shorts. After so many years together the game became more exciting than me. Fucking Jeter.

But what disgusted me the most was what he was doing.

On the nightstand sat a jug of milk and a squeeze bottle of Hersey’s chocolate syrup

From the door of the bathroom I watched as he would take a swig of milk, and then squeeze the syrup into his mouth.

“We have glasses.” I said approaching the bed, my disgust obvious.

“Too hot for glasses.” Mulder replied as he did it again.

As I got on the other side of the bed, the game was zero to zero, as would be my night, I watched as he squeezed the syrup into his mouth and swished it around in his mouth like he was using mouth wash. I was fascinated at watching him do that in such a frat boy mentality, so much so as he went to do it again I grabbed the syrup bottle from his hand, inadvertently getting it all over my chest.

“Fuck!” I said slamming the bottle on the nightstand

Mulder’s eyes seemed to glaze over as he watched me grab a tissue and wipe the sauce off my chest.

“What’d you do that for?” He whined

“WHAT?” I questioned as I tossed the napkin on the nightstand.

“I wanted to lick it off.” He said obviously no longer interested in what the pin striped boys in New York were up to.

“Oh…” I said honestly intrigued that I was now more important than the game, “That turns you on does it.”

“Apparently.”

“Turn the game off, and we’ll see how much syrup is left in this here bottle.” I licked my lips as he quickly grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.

Not wanting to ruin my brand new cami set I pulled it off as quickly as I could before lying down and handing him the syrup, never having done this before, but wanting to be chosen over a stupid game.

His eyes moved up and down my body as he gripped tightly to the bottle. I closed my eyes as I felt the liquid hit my breasts and drizzle down to my pussy. I opened my eyes to see the chocolate goodness sliding down my body and honestly not caring right now about the comforter under me.

Mulder spread my legs and positioned his body between them. On his knees he continued to squeeze the bottle onto my body, seeming to make his own personal sundae and preferring a specific area of my body to spread the chocolate goodness.

Sadly there wasn’t much left and as he squirted the last bit on me he tossed the bottle aside and snickered.

“The comforter is ruined.”

“I don’t care.” I said gripping it knowing the Laundromat near the hospital could get any stain out and why the fuck was I thinking about laundry “Lick it off.” I ordered.

Raising his eyebrows he nodded, then spread my legs wider as he leaned over me, taking a chocolate covered nipple between his lips and licking off the rich syrup before he moved to the other then traveled down my belly, hungrily licking off the sugar concoction along the way, spending extra time at my belly button and as he got down to where most of the syrup lay, he took his time licking each molecule of chocolate off my quivering mound. Spending more than adequate time on my lips, special attention being given to the chocolate covered clit; I watched as he inserted two fingers inside, pulled them out then licked them clean. I continued to grip the comforter as he ran his fingers over my wet lips, bringing them to his lips, smiling seductively as he licked them off. I was now quivering in need begging him to make me come as this slow act of chocolate seduction continued.  Finally his tongue returned to where I needed him most, and forgetting about whatever chocolate sauce remained his fingers retuned to my throbbing pussy as his tongue lapped away at my aching clit. It didn’t take long for his magic tongue to bring me to the edge, and as I came around his fingers he continued to lick up what was left of the sauce.

As my orgasm ceased he sat up and positioned himself above me. “You know…” he said.

“What?” I breathed heavily.

“We have whipped cream too.”

I moaned as he exited the bedroom like a track star.

This had to be better than the stupid Yankees.