TITLE: Karma Interlude: On a Sunday Afternoon AUTHOR: Ladyhawk EMAIL ADDRESS: funger1@hofstra.edu DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere, just tell me SPOILER WARNING: everything up to SR 819 RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: V, R CONTENT WARNING: Slash SUMMARY: Sundays are good days for love. DISCLAIMER: CC owns them all. Author's notes: This is my M/Sk PWP experiment. People who climb both sides of my fence probably saw this one coming (I just did a MSR PWP). I thought it would be nice to put this in the Karma universe, a little time after Conviction, because I plan to skip a big junk of time between it and book 2 of Karma. Let's let the guys have some fun before I send them through the wringer again. :) Sergeeva! This is for you. Thanks to Freddy Mercury and Queen, whose song I heard in my head while this was waiting to be written. Karma Interlude: On a Sunday Afternoon by Ladyhawk (funger1@hofstra.edu) What a day! The sun is shining, the air is crisp, and it takes little effort for my feet to hit the pavement as I run through the neighborhoods of Crystal City. My feet move me back to place from whence I came eagerly. As I near the apartment, Walter becomes my center of attention. He has struggled so hard to get Scully and me back to our rightful place. After Spender and Diana disappeared unexpectedly, he moved at lightspeed to pull us back into that gap. He succeeded, but not without cost. He has been exhausted the last week, both mentally and physically. I spent Friday night watching him talk to the Director on the phone, pleading our case. I cleaned his apartment yesterday to ease my conscience and keep me occupied while he spent the day at the office, preparing for our transfer. Each night I put him to bed with a struggle. He wanted to do more, right up until his head hit the pillow and body pulled his mind away from consciousness. Walter finished the last preparatory steps this morning. When Scully and I walk in tomorrow morning, we walk right past the communal office and straight to our basement home. We have so much to do. . .but that's for later. Right now I'm hoping Walter took my advice and went back to bed after I left for my run. I stop at the corner in front of a coffee shop. Smiling at my thoughts, I go inside and grab two coffees and two sinfully rich danish. I know Walter has barely tasted the food I periodically put in front of him to keep him going. I was so worried and checked on him so often, Scully began asking if I he was ill or something. Luckily, my reply that I saw a long-haired man near his office got her to help me keep an eye on him. I walk up the stairs to the building and use the keys Walter gave me to open the doors. I put the paper bags on the table near the door and absorb the sight before me. Walter is lying on the couch, asleep. The Sunday paper is lying loosely in his hands, draping his legs. His glasses are perched precariously on his nose. He must have shifted them in his sleep. I grab for the glasses before they can tumble to the floor. This is enough to wake him. A second later he is smiling gently up at me. "Hi." "Hi. I bought some coffee and pastries, if you're hungry." "Still trying to look after me, huh?" He shifts so he is now sitting. "Let me see what you have." After handing him one of the cups, I open a bag to reveal two chocolate covered danish, huge and glistening with the sugar coating. "You're plotting to kill me with sugar, aren't you?" But he grins and grabs for one. I perch myself on the coffee table as we eat our snack in silence. We choose instead to speak with smiling glances and sticky hands that trail over arms and faces, just to connect with each other. Once I finish my danish, I get up to take a shower and leave Walter some time to rest. But I'm grabbed by the shirt before I move two steps. An affectionate growl rumbles in my ear. "Where are you going?" "To get cleaned up. I'm all sweaty, and you probably could use some more sleep. . ." "A shower sounds good." I didn't know how much I've missed that small, mischievous twinkle in his eyes until now, when it suddenly reappears. He pulls me with him toward the bathroom. It doesn't take my genius mind to figure out what he's planning, but still I hesitate. "But you've worked to hard this week, you should. . ." He cuts me off with a gentle kiss. "Hush. This week hasn't only been hard on me. You had to sit and wait for me to get this ball rolling. I know that's hard for you. And I've spent so much time helping *Agent* Mulder that I've neglected your other needs." "But Walter--" "Shh. No arguments about my health. I caught up on some sleep while you were out. Now I need to catch up on some love." His strong arms wrap around my shoulders as his face nuzzles the sensitive part of my neck. His warm lips on my neck shoot sparks of electricity through me, making me forget the argument. My knees weaken as his mouth moves up toward my face, leaving a trail of shivers behind it. I have to lean against his muscular frame to stay upright. His chuckle warms me even more as he locks one arm around my waist. "Having problems, Agent Mulder?" "Not anymore, thanks to you." Thanks to you I have my life, my career, and someone to share it all with. My answering smile is lost on him as he moves his gaze his hands, which are pulling my t-shirt up and off of me. We help each other remove the rest of our clothes, using it as an excuse caress the parts we uncover. Walter turns on the shower and I follow him in. Hot water sensitizes my skin as he grabs the soap and lathers a washcloth. Strong strokes of his hand covered with the cloth soothe me as they wipe away the sweat I gathered on my run. The comforting yet arousing movements overwhelm me, forcing my eyes shut. I can feel his soul reaching out to mine in every move he makes. He gives so freely even though I'm not ready to give back completely. Soon, it will be easier. Soon, I may be able to wake up without expecting him to have left me while I sleep. But for now I accept all he gives and give him what I can. I grab the bar of soap off the wall holder and lather my hands. My hands glide over his strong muscles defining his chest and his arms. Soft lips greet mine as our mouths melt together. I pull him closer and hear the washcloth drop at our feet. Our erections rub together as we cling tightly to each other. My hips move involuntarily to the rhythm of our kisses. Only when I shift my weight and begin to lose my footing. "Time to get out of here." Walter reaches behind me to turn off the water. I reach outside the shower curtain to reach two towels. We quickly dry each other off, our strokes interspersed with kisses. We walk into the bedroom hand in hand. I lay down on the bed and pull Walter down on top of me. His weight is as comforting as it is arousing. I reach to touch his hardness, stroking. His moan quickens my heart and my breathing. But before I can do anything more, he flips us over so my startled face is staring down at his. "Walter, what--?" "I want you to do something for me." "Anything." "I want you to fuck me." "But--" The last time I did that I still was trapped by my own mind. I hurt him, badly. After he rescued me from myself, I vowed to never cause him that kind of pain again. Sex between us was always good after that, but he always had the reins. "Mulder, I trust you." His eyes reflect this trust to me. How can I refuse him after he's given me so much? "O--Ok." I grab for the lubricant on the bedside table with a shaking hand. His hawk-like eyes see my nervousness. He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. The rest of my body begins to tremble for a different reason as he pulls my index finger into his mouth and begins to lave it with his tongue. The hand not holding my wrist snakes down my chest to the hardness below. His fingers stroke over the head and down its length. My groan bounces off the walls and back to my ears with startling volume. Walter lets go of my hand and reaches for the bottle of lubricant I dropped on the bed. Catching my eyes with his gaze, he turns my hand over so he can pour some of the slippery liquid onto my palm. He smiles at the question in my face and shifts upward on the bed so I can reach his puckered entrance more easily. I warm the lubricant in my hand and enter him with a coated finger. I watch in amazement as he shouts in pleasure when I hit his prostate. The sound shoots straight to my cock, making it pulse with our breathing. I no longer hesitate. I want this as much as he does. A second finger enters him, stretching him gently for what is to come. But Walter has had enough of the foreplay. "Do it, Fox." The name I have hated for most of the years of my life has in one second become the most arousing endearment I have ever heard. That husky whisper wipes clean the pain I always have associated with those three letters. Another chunk has just fallen off of the melting wall of ice I have used to protect my heart until Walter. . . The wild light in his chocolate gaze spurs me on. I quickly coat my erection with the lubricant and position myself to enter him. As my cock slowly enters his tight channel, the overwhelming sensations force my eyes close. I feel my arms being grabbed as Walter's body arches up to mine, pulling me deeper. I pause when I am completely imbedded in him, savoring tight caress of his body around my cock. Walter impatiently grabs my hips as his legs wrap around me. I respond to his silent request by starting a slow rhythm. My hand grips his erection, already leaking fluid. I smooth my fist up and down his hardness in rhythm with my thrusts. His head thrashes on the pillows and our moans echo one another as I speed up. The double stimulation becomes too much for my lover. His body arches as semen shoots out of his cock and his sphincter muscle contracts. The unexpected pull on my erection spills me over the edge and I come with one last thrust. My weight collapses comfortably into his arms. I pull out of him with some effort. A pleasant weariness makes my movements slow. I cuddle against his chest with a contented sigh. "I love you." His words float to my ears, this time like every time since the first. I kiss his lips in response. I'm not ready to say the words to him yet, but maybe, just maybe, I can hear my heart repeating that small sentence. ------------------------------------------------