Title: Under Lock and Key (1/1)

Author: Christina

Email: christinalynne1227@yahoo.com

Category: S, R, H

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance

Rating: R

Spoilers: None

Archive: Anywhere, just let me know

Disclaimer: Not mine

Summary: An experiment goes awry.

Thanks go out to Triton for awesome beta and friendship, once again, and to Jo Nelson for her help with the title.

Author's notes at end.

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Under Lock and Key

by Christina

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"Come on, please, Scully?"

Scully sighed, unable to resist Mulder's puppy dog eyes or earnest voice. Knowing he'd won, Mulder grinned.

"Okay, but I'm warning you, Mulder--you'd better let me go when I say so."

Mulder was practically salivating. "You can trust me, Scully."

Scully wriggled involuntarily as Mulder rubbed along the length of her naked body, his thigh pressing against her center.

"Hold still, Scully." Mulder straddled her body, raising her arms into position.

"Wait a minute." Mulder scrambled off the bed. "Let's go one better."

He returned waving a scarf. "Don't worry," he whispered, kissing her deeply and covering her eyes. Checking the tension, he returned to his former position.

Scully's hips rose, searching for him. Mulder chuckled. "Mmm, eager, Scully?"

"Mulder..." she growled.

Scully heard the clank of metal against her iron headboard as her arms were again pulled overhead, a cold steel bracelet clamped over each wrist with a click. Her whole body tingled, her back arching, her nipples erect in anticipation.

The bedsprings squeaked as Mulder's body left her. Where was he? What was he doing? Her body flushed with excitement. She imagined him standing beside her, stroking his cock, his eyes devouring her. More aroused than she thought she could ever be, she arched her back more and parted her legs shamelessly for him. She was rewarded by Mulder moaning her name.

"Oh god, Scully..." His voice was dark and guttural and it was making Scully so wet...

She felt weight alongside her and she shivered as she felt his tongue, ever so lightly, tracing her right nipple. Feather light, he left a trail of burning kisses between her breasts, down her flat stomach. Her center was on fire, waiting for his touch.

Hands were on either side of her hips now, gripping, lifting. Scully planted her feet firmly on the mattress and thrust her hips at Mulder's face.

"Mulder, please..." she managed.

Mulder's answering chuckle blew warm breath between her thighs. "God, Scully, you're so wet...Is this all for me?"

"Yes, yes, Mulder. Pleeeaaase...."

Loud knocking interrupted them.

"Shit!" they gasped in unison.

"Mulder!" Scully hissed. "Go check!"

His footsteps retreated into the living room, returning seconds later.

"Shit, Scully, it's Skinner."

"What?! Get these handcuffs and blindfold off me!"

The scarf was pulled roughly from Scully's face and she watched as Mulder frantically worked at her hands.

More pounding from outside.

A worried look came over Mulder's face as he continued to struggle with the handcuffs.

"Mulder? What's wrong?"

"Um, Scully, this key isn't working."

"WHAT?!"

Mulder's face deepened in color as the pounding continued outside. "I think the handcuffs are broken."

"Oh my god, Mulder, no!"

"Don't worry, Scully, I'll think of something."

Scully yanked on her wrists, knowing it was futile. "Why did I ever agree to this?"

Mulder moved away. "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded.

"Firstly, I'll get rid of Skinner. Secondly, I'll call a locksmith."

"MULDER!"

"Would you rather I contact the Lone Gunmen?"

END

Author's notes: This was another 500 word challenge ala Triton. The word(s) this time: broken handcuffs. Hope you all enjoyed!

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