From: afarmar@iol.ie

Author: Katherine F.
Title: "Chocolate"
Disclaimer: Holly and Scully are not mine, but, dammit, I'm being
so *nice* to them!
Spoilers: Snerk. Yeah, right. If you want spoilers, read "Noli Me 
Tangere" again. This is *fluff*.
Summary: Sequel of sorts to "Froth". More UST, but no cappuccino this 
time.
Rating: R
Archive: ok to ScullySlash, elsewhere let me know.
Feedback: oooh, yes! afarmar@iol.ie
Author's notes: Since you asked so nicely...


        "Chocolate"
        by Katherine F.

"Holly?"

"Yes, hon?"

"How much chocolate do you think we've eaten?"

Holly lifted her head and cast a bleary eye over the wrappers littering 
her bedroom floor. She could just about see the carpet, if she strained 
a little. But then, she didn't have the energy to strain. Didn't have 
the energy for anything much.

"Seems it really *is* an aphrodisiac..."

Dana muttered something incomprehensible against Holly's navel. Even
though they'd been...she searched her mind for a euphemism that was at
the same time poetic and noncommittal, and settled on "exploring each 
other's bodies"...since the previous evening, with no sleep and only 
a brief trip out for supplies, the motion of Dana's lips against her 
skin was starting a definite tremor somewhere she was sure had been 
all tremor'd out. 

They had flirted all the way home the night before, not touching 
deliberately but making the most of accidents, neither of them willing
to put words to what was going on. They were just going to have 
dinner, that was all, and then Dana would spend the night at Holly's
because she'd locked her apartment key in the office. And if she 
didn't sleep on the couch, that was because couches were bad for the
spine, and Holly's bed was *easily* big enough for two.

Once the door was closed behind them, they had stood facing each 
other, smiling more from nervousness than anything else. Holly had
offered to take Dana's coat, and Dana had made a move as if to take it
off; but then she had stopped, and tipped her head to one side.

"Wouldn't you rather take *me*?" she'd said; and what was remarkable 
was that her tone of voice was not in the least bit flirtatious. She 
might have been asking the time of day, or the best route to DC in the 
rush hour.

And then there had been kissing, of course; quite a lot of kissing, in
fact, and no worrying about trivial things like smeared lipstick or 
rumpled blouses or breathing. And they must have got to the bed at 
some stage, though Holly couldn't for the life of her recall how. All
she could remember was skin on skin, and mouths and fingers, and 
bumping knees and laughing, at first from nerves and then because Dana
looked so adorable when she laughed, and she didn't laugh nearly 
enough. 

They had been tangled together in a position that would make M.C. 
Escher's eyes water when Dana had looked up with a pensive look on her
face and said, "Y'know, we still haven't had dinner."

Holly's eyes had flicked over to her bedside clock. Good heavens, was
that really the time? "It's too late for a restaurant..."

"Pizza?"

Hopeful sound in her voice; they'd have to get pizza next time. Next
time? Oh yes, there'd be a next time.

"The local place is really unreliable, and if there's one thing I 
can't stand, it's cold pizza." Murmurs of assent from Dana, who seemed
to be engrossed in licking the outside of Holly's left thigh. "I don't
really feel like cooking..."

"Mmm, me either." Dana pulled her head back a little and blew gently on 
the area she had been licking. Holly allowed her train of thought to 
derail momentarily while the warm shivers engulfed her from the belly 
out.

"So..."

"So?" Dana had stopped with the licking and the blowing, and was now
rubbing the top of her head against Holly's side. A catlike gesture,
and more soothing than arousing, though there was something casually
intimate about that touch that set Holly's heart aflutter.

"Umm...I don't think there's anything in the kitchen..."

"Aha!" Dana pulled herself up and rested on her elbows alongside 
Holly, a satisfied smirk on her face. "So, your offer of dinner was 
just a smokescreen for the corruption of an FBI agent!"

"I don't recall hearing any complaints, *Agent* Scully," said Holly,
matching her smirk for smirk. Dana kept up the mask for a little 
while, then collapsed into giggles.

"No," she said, when they had finally got their breath back, "I'm not
complaining. I'm just really really hungry."

It took them a while, what with giggles and posing and miscellaneous 
silliness and a lot more touching than was strictly efficient, but 
they did eventually manage to get dressed and out and into the nearest 
24-hour convenience store. There had been more silliness then. It was
the Saturday after Easter, but the store was still well-stocked with
Easter eggs and more kinds of chocolate than Holly had ever imagined
possible. She had meant to be sensible and buy vegetables, or at the
very least a frozen meal; *proper* food, because after all, they 
weren't teenagers any more.

The grin on Dana's face when she saw the display -- "Easter Treats 
Down 50%!" -- put paid to that. 

They had teased and giggled at each other all the way back, laden down 
with Easter eggs and chocolate bunnies and more sweet little candy
nothings than you could shake a stick at. And, oh, how lovingly they
had fed each other, licking the melted chocolate off of each other's
fingers, and other areas, too...and the things Dana could do with 
peeps! 

And now they were lying calmly in the spring morning sunshine, sleepy 
and sated (in more ways than one), their hormone-and-sugar high having
faded to a pleasant afterglow; and Holly wasn't sure if it was 
possible to sleep in such a strange position (she wouldn't venture to
guess how they'd got into it in the first place) but she was damned if
she was going to try and wriggle out of it. Maybe *next* time they'd 
be civilised and get to sleep before sunrise.

And they'd have pizza. With extra cheese, of course.

[end]