Title: Hello Sailor
Author: Twilight
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Distribution: Anywhere but please let me know. I like to visit my babies.
Rating: M / R
Categories: Story
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Spoilers: Christmas Carol (slight but don't let that put you off)
Summary: New York City. Sailors. Mulder and Scully in a bar. Oh, and some heavy petting and a confrontation to boot. What more could you want?
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Chris Carter and Fox. No copyright infringement intended.
Feedback: Craved for like Hershey bars... At first I think I don't need it, but once I get a taste... Give me more! More! More! :)

Author's note: Don't let the first Chapter put you off the Fic... Have I ever steered you wrong before? If you have never read my work before then just remember Mulder's changed motto 'Trust everyone.' :)

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Hello Sailor
By Twilight

Chapter One

I shouldn't be here. I know I shouldn't, but once I heard about them... I couldn't stop myself, I just couldn't resist. So, here I stand, in New York City, leaning against a rusty railing overlooking the East river. God I'm hot, and not just because the sun is beaming down on me, warming my exposed skin.

Before me lies a shimmering blue reflective sea and behind me... behind me lies an alluring sea of white. You see I am a woman with a weakness and not just any weakness. I have a weakness for men. Not just any man but a man in uniform and not just any uniform... a white uniform.

I'm biting my lip fighting the urge to turn around. I know the vision behind me will cause sensory overload and I'm so damn hot already. I can't resist any longer. I have to look. I have to see them, even though I know I shouldn't.

I turn with my eyes closed, unconsciously holding my breath. I exhale sharply as I open them. Seeing them all I'm practically panting. God, they are gorgeous but I shouldn't be looking. I'm a happily married woman but you see, my husband has been away for such a long time and I have needs and wants and... God, they look so good.

They're decked out in their white polyester uniforms. Fresh, crisp and pressed with military precision. I feel weak at the knees with longing. You see this has always been a weakness of mine. It comes from being a navy brat. My father was a captain so we moved from base to base a lot but the thing that always remained the same was the uniforms. It gave me a sense of safety, of familiarity, something that later I lusted for.

There were slight changes to the uniform, mainly due to rank, but it was always the white that stuck out in my mind. Pressed white bell bottomed pants, crisp white shirt, white neck scarf, white socks and white shoes all topped off with a white flat hat or Dixie cap. Being a prepubescent teen I had often wondered whether they also wore white underwear. Later in my teenage years I discovered they did.

God, their bodies are so well built, so big and muscular. There's a sparse scattering of female sailors amongst the males whom they treat with the utmost respect, and that only serves to make my desire that much stronger. My body is positively over heating. I'd take an item of clothing off right now if I could but I am barely wearing the tight black dress that I slipped into as it is.

God, their thighs look so strong, their upper arms even stronger and their hands. Oh God, I'm whimpering. Their hands seem so huge that my body is tingling with the prospect of being touched. God, I need to be fucked. I feel like a bitch in heat.

"Are you local or a tourist?" The voice comes from behind me and startles me before I turn to see a very handsome tall young man.

"I'm waiting for someone." The lie slips off my tongue so easily. He's barely a boy.

"May I keep you company while you wait?" He asks confidently.

"I don't think so. He's the jealous type." My husband could eat this boy for breakfast and still have room for a couple of rashers of bacon, a hash brown and an egg, sunny side up.

He bids me farewell with a slight bow at the waist before he disappears off into the distance, no doubt in search of another potential conquest. He was too skinny anyway... God, if my husband only knew the things that are going through my mind.

Standing out here dressed like this is only going to draw me more attention from young bucks such as that sailor. I don't want a buck. I want a stallion. It's been a long time and I want this night to be one that I will remember.

I cast a furtive look around but realise that most of the sailors are moving in land. I know of three local bars in this area that sailors frequent, so I decide to take my chances and head for the higher market of the three. Like I said, it's not a young buck that I desire the attention of this evening.

The light evening breeze glides around my shoulders like a lover's caress. If only it were. I miss my husband so much. I am ashamed of my body's wanton need. But my desire has been only mounting as time passes and I still don't know when he will return to me. My longing needs to be satisfied and I fear it needs to be tonight.

I flag down a New York cab without any problem; maybe I should go out dressed like this more often. I briefly considered walking to the bar but in these shoes it's not advisable. I tell the driver where I want to go and he is off like a shot. That's the funny thing about New York cabbies... they are crazy drivers but I always feel safe with them... guess it's because they drive like me.

I sleek into the bar's entrance and am not surprised to find that my prediction is correct. The bar is absolutely brimming with sailors but not a single buck in sight. All of these men are earthier, wiser and somewhat more mature. I image most of them have wives and families waiting for them at home and I know that nearly all of them are feeling the same longing and need that I am right now.

I make my way to the bar, shimming through the sailors easily and catching more than a few admiring glances. I order my drink from the bartender after leaning over the bar somewhat more than required. I can feel the sailor by the side of me eyeing up and down my body as I accept my drink and take the first sweet sip. He stands and gallantly offers me his bar stool which I accept. I can't remember the last time I sat at a bar, I imagine it must have been a long time before I married. I smile up at him, fluttering my eyelashes in thanks as I cross my legs in front of me.

I am not ready yet to begin playing the game, I merely want to adjust to my surroundings. I think I must be emitting my feelings loud and clear as the handsome sailor moves away from me hesitantly. He gives me a predatory look that implies he will return later. He seems rather familiar to me, which may be a promising sign, but I have met so many sailors over the years. After all, it wasn't just my father that was a Navy man but my brothers too.

I sit sipping my drink silently for a few moments as I scope out the evening's talent. There are so many sailors in one room, all smiling and joking with one another. Some are in the company of young women and I know from past experience that they are regaling them with tales from the high seas.

So many handsome men. Most appearing slightly rough and rugged around the edges even though their uniforms are immaculate. A few have a slight darkening of evening stubble gracing their cheeks. I can't help but remember what that kind of stubble feels like as it rubs between my thighs. My body's temperature has just sky rocketed and, considering it never went down in the first place, I am incredibly hot. I am breathing heavily and I can see my bosom heaving, practically vibrating with the need to be touched. I really need to get laid.

I'm looking from sailor to sailor, taking in all their attributes. Some are tall, some short. Some medium build, some out and out muscular. Some are handsome, some debonair and of course, not to forget, that rough and rugged look. I'm skimming through the crowd quickly, worrying that I might not find what I desire, when my eyes settle on him.

He is everything that I want and need. I have to have him. I consider my approach as I gulp down the rest of my drink, a little Dutch courage, but only a little. He appears to be sitting alone which suits me nicely; I wouldn't want to be rebuffed in public after all. I have a view of him in profile as he watches a small television screen, lightly sipping a scotch. I have always loved the taste of scotch on a man. I move up to him from behind, wanting to take a more subtle approach.

Football. It's football that he is watching on the small screen. Well, congratulations sailor. You're about to score a hat trick.

As I step up behind him I can smell his scent. I love that aftershave and am making a mental note to buy some for my husband's Christmas stocking even as I begin to slide, first my fingertips, then my hands over the sailor's chest.

"I'm married." He declares so dismissively that I almost feel the need to walk away but damn, I didn't think it was possible but my body has gone into frenzy. Turning away is not an option. Fuck subtlety.

"So am I." I purr as I slide into his lap and begin devouring his mouth with my own.

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Author's notes

Well there's the first chapter. Chapter two is already written and ready to post just let me know your thoughts first. Oh, and remember I'm an MSR girl at heart.

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