Take Me To Your Leader
Written in 30 minutes for the latest @txf-prompt-box challenge.
I set myself a limit of 500 words because I wanted something short and sharp. This is NSFW. It’s been smut Sunday here today!
It’s dawn-dark, a soft glow of grey light rising off the horizon. Stars are fading. The moon is hanging on. It’s a dreamscape. Surreal in the unnatural light, surreal in the way the earth is floating away. Surreal in the way Mulder is kneeling in front of her, fingers unbuttoning her fly one moment, then sending jet flames up into the balloon hull to keep them flying high.
She should be really pissed at him. She should be charging him with theft, or deception or both. But he’s pushing her against the side of the basket, pulling her panties down and spreading her apart he can calm her down the best way he knows. His tongue is cold against her clit, and it’s heaven against the heat of the flames. The roaring noise covers her building moans and she bucks her hips forward as he delves deeper and deeper. She grips his hair, and the backs of her hands burn. But she could lose the skin for all she cares now, he’s so expert at this. His stubble is scraping the skin at the top of her thighs and the friction is delicious. She’s riding his face and the feel of his chin against her ass sends electricity jolting through her. His nose is buried deep and she writhes around it until he pulls away for air. As he sends bolt of flame up, he uses his fingers to keep her going.
In her periphery, morning is splitting the sky with its gold. The sunrise mirrors her own awakening and she stretches out her hands on the edges of the basket, gripping as sparks explode and she comes hard against his face. He leaves his tongue flattened at her core as she ripples like the new dawn.
She slumps to the cabin floor and he’s grinning at her. He’s literally stolen a hot air balloon for her. Because she said she’d never been in one before. There are two of them in a basket being held up by strings and silk, floating on hot air, hundreds of feet above the rural Virginian countryside. She looks up and laughs again at the balloon he has chosen.
“You will no longer be able to deny that you’ve seen a space craft floating above you, Scully.”
She shakes her head and leans forward to kiss his slick face. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Take me to your leader?”
He kneels up and she unzips his fly. He’s rock hard and ready. “I am the leader, Mulder.”