Title: Aren't We Naughty?
Author: Lovesfox
E-mail: Lovesfox@rogers.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR, Smut
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: Surveillance duty in an adult toy store
Archive: Yes, but let me know first, please
Disclaimer: Borrowing Mulder and Scully again.
They do not belong to me - they belong
to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
Thanks to: Traci and Nancy, for encouragement and
beta
Author's Notes: This is in response to a verbal challenge
issued by a member of the XFSmut List.
Thank-you, Sdani, for putting the idea in
my head.
Aren't We Naughty is the name of an actual
chain of adult stores in Canada and the
U.S. I have used their name without
permission.
The names of 'toys' mentioned herein are
real products researched on the Web, I have
also used their names without permission.
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Aren't We Naughty?
by Lovesfox
Aren't We Naughty Sex Shoppe
Georgetown, D.C.
2:00 am
"I tell ya, Scully, life couldn't get any better than
this," Mulder said, his tone ripe with satisfaction and
amusement.
Scully lifted her head from the lens of the camera to
look at her partner. The plush leather chair in which
he was reclined was situated several feet from her own
uncomfortable plastic chair. Which she had positioned
roughly a foot and a half away from the tinted front
window of the store for optimum observation purposes.
Mulder had his arms up, with his hands clasped leisurely
behind his head, and his legs were sprawled akimbo. He
managed to look both negligently relaxed and full of
contained energy.
Meanwhile, she knew she looked exactly like she felt -
tired, irritable and quite ready to call it a day. Or
more accurately, a night.
"How so, pray tell?" Scully asked with no small amount
of sarcasm.
This ought to be good. Here they were, once again on
a dreaded surveillance duty, watching the underbelly or
dregs of society, as they had once termed it on another
stakeout not so long ago, from inside an adult toyshop.
A sex shop. Good Lord. Could it be any worse?
"Scully, Scully, Scully," he chided, shaking his head
slowly back and forth. He straightened then, dropping
one hand into his lap and making an all-encompassing
sweeping gesture with the other to indicate their
surroundings. "Look where we are!"
Despite the fact that her eyes had traveled the route
one too many times, Scully found herself looking around
the large, rectangular-shaped shop decorated in bright
reds with accents of gold and black. Tacky and tawdry
were the two words that had come to mind when they had
first arrived to set up their post.
Her eyes flitted over the racks of lingerie, and she
used the term very loosely, that ran along one long
wall. Feathers and scraps of diaphanous material were
not lingerie in her book.
Now tasteful silk or satin teddies, or lacy, silky bra
and panties sets, or tap pants and camisoles - those
were to her what constituted lingerie. Though she would
admit to owning and wearing a thong on occasion.
Something Mulder had discovered with delighted surprise
not long into their relationship.
Still moving her eyes about the store, she quickly
jumped past the shelves that held a very broad
assortment of vibrators and dildoes and other...toys
at the back of the shop. She then moved her gaze
along the opposite long wall, which was covered in
posters, advertisements, and smaller shelves of more
...merchandise.
"Mulder, I know full well where we are, and I'd rather
not look again, thank-you," she said finally, a tad
tightly. Primly.
Belatedly, she realized she was opening herself up for
some teasing from the King of Innuendos.
"Hmmmm...full well, huh?" he mused questioningly, his
eyes lighting up. "You've been here before then?" he
asked next, pinning her with his gaze, a quirky smile
on his lips.
Damn it.
Scully knew she was blushing. Why was she embarrassed
to admit she had been in a sex shop? There was nothing
shameful in it; she had been there for legitimate reasons.
And she had harmed no one by browsing around the store
after her purchases had been completed. But nonetheless,
embarrassed she was. She turned her head to look back
through the camera, pretending nonchalance, and attempted
a casual tone as she replied, "Once or twice."
"Do tell, Scuh-lee," Mulder purred, and she heard the
creak of leather as he rose from his chair. She imagined
him prowling about her, stalking her, like a large jungle
cat after its prey, and the thought sent a little shiver
through her. Thankfully he did not see it.
And when he said her name that way, she was helpless to
resist. The words spilled out, like a confession. "I've
had to shop here for gifts a few times. For bridal
showers. They aren't always cookware and china, you know."
The last was said defensively.
He ignored her excuse, naturally, and pounced on the meat
of her sentence. "A few times, Scully?" he repeated. "I
thought you said once or twice. A few times implies you've
been here more than that."
The heat blazed higher on her cheeks, and she sighed in
exasperation and regret before glancing over her shoulder
to look at him. Only he wasn't where she had expected him
to be, which was behind her, ready to...ready to what she
didn't know. Touch her? Kiss her?
She shook her head, these thoughts were not appropriate,
they were on duty. Thoughts like that were meant for the
privacy of her apartment, or his. Scully turned her head
further and found him. He was over perusing the 'lingerie'
selection, lightly flicking his fingers to move through
the hangers of silk and satin, and leather and lace.
"Is this an interrogation, Mulder?" she asked then,
raising her voice slightly.
"No, no, not at all," he murmured, looking up briefly to
meet her eyes. "I'm just fascinated that Dana Scully
frequents sex shops, that's all."
Scully pursed her lips in irritation, her defensiveness
arising again. "I do not *frequent* sex shops, Mulder.
I've had to shop here before, that's all."
"Poh-tay-toe, pa-tot-oh," was his teasing remark. "But
fine, I'll amend my statement." He lifted his eyes to
hers once more and held them as he continued. "I find it
mind-boggling to know that you have shopped in a fine
establishment such as this one."
Fine establishment? She snorted inwardly but decided
to let that one pass for now. Her ire had risen
significantly and her voice was tight when she snapped,
"And why exactly is that?"
God, she sounded so bitchy.
"It's just not a place I imagined you shopping in,
Scully," he replied. He seemed *smug* for some reason,
or cocky maybe, one eyebrow quirked as he spoke. "Not
your typical milieu." He came closer, now perusing the
shelves to her right, his walk a casual saunter.
"My typical milieu?" she repeated incredulously. She
wasn't quite sure why, but the fact that he didn't
picture her shopping in a place such as this was
insulting.
Or why she seemed to be taking it as a direct attack on
her status as a healthy, sexual woman who had needs and
desires, and might care to explore them in different
ways.
"What are you inferring here, Mulder?" she asked in a
low, clipped voice. Her eyes were narrowed, her
eyebrows in a deep frown.
Frost framed each word.
He either hadn't recognized the danger signs, or was
deliberately trying to goad her, she mused through her
haze of anger and annoyance as he plunged onward. For
what purpose however, she had yet to determine.
"Well, Scully, come on. *You*," and the emphasis he
put on the noun had her bristling anew, "in here looking
at sex toys and kinky lingerie?"
"What do you find so 'mind-boggling' about it?" She
deliberately threw his earlier words back at him,
putting a sneering emphasis on them. "Is it my sexuality
that's in question here, Mulder?"
"Your sexuality?" he said, his voice raising and emerging
somewhat as a squawk. He was starting to look a little
flustered, standing just a few feet from her, his hands
shifting from his sides to tuck into the pockets of his
jeans, and back to his sides again.
"Yes, Mulder, my sexuality. I can only assume that is
what you're referring to when you say that a store such
as this is not my *milieu*." Again she stressed the word
he had used, but with a sarcastic edge.
When he merely gaped at her with his mouth opening and
closing like a fish, saying nothing, she continued, "Is
that it, Mulder? My sexuality? Am I not adventurous
enough, or am I too uptight? Or perhaps repressed is a
better word?"
"NO!" he finally exclaimed loudly. "That's not what I
meant at all, Scully!" He blew out his next breath, one
hand coming up to rake through his hair. His voice
gentled, became apologetic. "Actually, I'm not sure
what I meant. I was...I was just teasing you, I guess."
In a way she had known that he had been merely teasing
her, but her tiredness had made her blow everything out
of proportion.
Not to mention the fact that they had not spent the
night together in almost a week. Thanks were owed to
Skinner, for first loaning Mulder out to the VCU for
three days, and now for 'volunteering' them for this
surveillance detail.
It had been ongoing for several days, with other pairs
of agents in place, and looked like it could go on still
longer. They and the other two teams tonight were the
replacements, and their rotation, unless it was no
longer necessary, was scheduled for the following three
nights as well.
Even with her tiredness, at the same time she thought
she recognized a grain of truth to his words – he really
did not see her as the type of woman to shop in a store
such as this. And that bothered her.
She sighed, her shoulders sagging, anger deflating as
easily as it had risen, and slumped back into her chair.
"Mulder..." she started to say, and then paused,
struggling to articulate her thoughts. "I guess there
are still a lot of things we don't know about each
other, even with...even with our new relationship," she
said finally.
Their new relationship was a sexual one, and was only
two months old. And while they had certainly made
every effort to indulge in their lust as often as
possible, and had shared many secrets and fantasies
in that time, not all had been revealed.
"True," Mulder said, stroking his chin with an index
finger. He was quiet for a moment, before asking,
"Are you suggesting we play Twenty Questions, Scully?"
Interest and amusement colored his tone. "I'm game,
are you?" His smirk indicated he did not think she
would accept his challenge.
Obviously in all their time together, he had not yet
learned she rarely backed down from a dare. She arched
an eyebrow and looked him directly in the eye. "I can
handle it, Mulder. The question is – can you?"
He arched a brow in response before sauntering over to
his chair with that same studied casualness and sinking
into the leather with an air of nonchalance. He made
himself comfortable first, and then met her eyes.
"Bring it on, baby," he murmured.
Scully stared at him, finding herself at a loss for
where to start. And she had to admit to a craving
curiosity about what Mulder was going to ask her.
"Why don't you go first, Mulder?" she said finally.
"Since it was technically your idea."
His eyes laughed at her. "Sure, Scully, no problem,"
he said, and though his voice was even, she could hear
the humor there as well. He then waggled both eyebrows
at her while rubbing his hands together in mock
anticipation.
She felt nervous all of a sudden, and had to remind
herself it was Mulder - her partner and friend of
seven years, and her lover of two months - and that
it was only a game.
He must have picked up on her tension, for his next
words were, "Relax, Scully. This will be painless."
Then he grinned, showing his teeth. "Mostly." He
shifted about on the chair again, the leather creaking
companionably with his motions.
"Hmmmm, let's see," he drawled contemplatively, one
finger tapping his chin. "What little snippets of
information am I missing in the life of Dana Scully?"
He waited a beat before tacking on, "The sexual life
of Dana Scully, that is."
Scully huffed good-naturedly and turned back to the
lens before her, leaning forward to peer through it.
They still had a job to do, as boring and as mind
numbing as it was.
A thorough scan of the street and adjacent buildings
yielded nothing. She let herself relax back into her
chair, and awaited Mulder, her head turned to the side
partly towards him.
The silence was amicable, and continued for a long
moment, before Mulder finally said softly, "I know."
Creaking leather signified he had shifted yet again,
and then he continued, "Okay, first question, Scully.
When did you receive your first *real* kiss? And by
real kiss, Scully, I don't mean just a little peck.
I mean real lip action, maybe even some tongue."
The words were salacious, but said with a grin.
She shot him an exasperated look, fighting the urge
to roll her eyes, and said drolly, "I think I
understand, Mulder, thank-you." She moved in her seat,
turning sideways so that she could rest her arm along
its back, with her elbow bent and her chin propped
upon her palm.
"My first...*real* kiss" she said with another arched
eyebrow aimed in Mulder's direction, "was with a boy
named Andy the summer I was 14."
She couldn't help that her voice turned nostalgic, she
could remember the moment so intensely – the cool, wet
feel of his lips on hers, his shaking hands on the bare
skin of her back, not quite covered by her halter top.
"It was on a dare from Missy," she continued. "We were
behind the boathouse at the cottage we went to every
summer for several years. Afraid Ahab would find us
and skin us both, with just our lips pressed together.
Then he put his arms around me. I was so shocked my
mouth fell open, and his tongue was suddenly in there.
At first I was a little disgusted, and then I realized
I liked it. A lot."
"Whoo-hoo!" Mulder exclaimed. "Do tell, G-woman!"
His leering voice pulled her from her reverie, although
his words were a tease, and were not meant to be
demeaning.
Shaking her head slightly, she replied, "I just did.
Which makes it my turn." At his little wave of
acknowledgement, she said, "Okay. Same question. When
was your first real kiss?"
He answered promptly, as if the matter had been on his
mind, perhaps dredged to the surface by her revelation.
"I actually have to answer that in two parts, as odd
as it may seem," he told her. "My first real kiss,
as in one with tongue, happened when I was 13, and it
too was a dare. The girl I kissed was 15...yes, Scully,
an older woman...and her name was Julie. I was
inexperienced and rough, and she pushed me away from
her when it was over, and didn't speak to me for a long
time afterwards. It's not a good memory, but it *was*
my first."
His shrug was self-deprecating, rueful. He continued,
"Now the first kiss that both participants enjoyed,
happened when I was 15. Her name was Elizabeth, and
again, she was older than I. She was 16, and I would
have crawled through broken glass for her. We had a
torrid romance, such as it was, for one summer, until
she met an older boy at the start of the school year.
He was 17, and drove a car."
The conversation could get deeper, if she chose to
make it so, but she sensed now was not the time. So
she went with, "A guy with a car was everything."
"Yup," he answered simply, bobbing his head up in down
in agreement. "Next question," he said then. "I think
I'll go with a theme here. A theme of first times.
How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
"I was 19," she replied, and said no more. Ridiculous
really, with their sexual intimacy, and her openness of
moments ago, but she felt strangely shy sharing the tale
of her first experience with sex.
"Details, Scully," he came back quickly.
"It's my turn next," she returned with equal quickness,
wondering if he could be distracted from pursuing the
topic. "If you want details, make that your next
question."
"Fair enough," he said. "Ask away."
She couldn't think of anything else to ask, and had
to admit to a certain curiosity as to when Mulder had
begun his sexual odyssey. "I know I'm following your
lead, here, but I'd also like to know when you lost
your virginity."
"Strange as it may seem, Scully," he began, his voice
a compelling mix of self-deprecating humor and
nostalgia, "I was not the Don Juan I am today."
He paused, his head tilted as he waited for her snort
of laughter, as she knew he had intended her to, before
adding, "And coincidentally enough, I was also 19."
He then quirked his eyebrow at her, indicating he would
not continue the story, just as she had not.
She had figured he might do that, and thus was not
surprised.
Mulder changed his tactics then, and the next few
questions were far easier, and had nothing to do with
sex whatsoever. Both they and their answers came
quickly, in an almost rapid-fire back and forth
between the two of them.
"Favorite ice cream, Scully?"
"Maple walnut. Favorite color, Mulder?"
"Scully blue. Favorite movie?"
"That's sweet," she said, very touched. A tiny smile
on her lips, she replied, "'Agnes of God'," and then
asked, "How about you? What's your favorite movie?"
"'Debbie Does Dallas'."
"Mulder!"
"Ohhhhh, you meant my favorite *serious* movie. In
that case, it's 'The Day The Earth Stood Still'."
Mulder grinned at her then, and shifted in his chair.
He still lounged, but he had now brought one foot up
to rest on the opposite thigh, just above his knee.
The pose immediately drew her eyes to the vee of his
legs, to the dark shadow there. Blushing slightly,
she forced her gaze back up to his face.
He was watching her knowingly, the smile still on his
lips, his very sensual lips, but did not comment about
the fact she had been staring at his crotch. "Next
question," was what he said. "Let's see..." his voice
trailed off, and she fully expected to hear something
equally banal like her favorite chocolate bar, or
favorite cereal.
But he surprised her by asking, "What's your favorite
sexual position?"
He caught her completely off-guard with the change in
pace after such innocuous questions, and her surprise
made her slow. She drew a blank, and stared at him
with her mouth hanging open, blinking slowly. "Uh..."
she said. "Sexual position?" Great, she was back to
repeating his words like a simpleton.
"Yeah, you know," Mulder replied. "Standing up, doggie
style, missionary..."
With each position he named, scenes were flashing in
her head.
>>She and Mulder in her bathroom, her ass perched on the
edge of the sink, his hands on her hips and her hands
clutching the counter frantically, her legs wrapped
around his waist as he pumped into her.
>>She on her knees before him in her kitchen, his pants
at his ankles and his head thrown back as he groaned his
pleasure, and she peered up at him with her lips
encircling his cock.
>>The line of his back as he was draped over her, hips
pistoning as he thrust into her from behind, her hands
clutching the headboard of her bed.
"Scully?"
His voice pulled her away from the memories, and she
realized her heart was pounding furiously, and her
cheeks felt flushed. A light film of perspiration dotted
her brow as well.
Refocusing on Mulder, she saw that he had cocked his head
to one side and was regarding her with one eyebrow crooked
slightly. Waiting for her to answer.
What was the question again?
Oh, yeah. Favorite sexual position, right. Well, their
sex life could definitely be considered quite adventuresome
and full of variety, from planned occasions to spontaneous
encounters, and they had probably tried most ways imaginable.
They had also managed to christen most of the furniture in
both their apartments – in fact, his coffee table now had
a definite wobble, and she couldn't look at her kitchen
chairs without remembering one particularly energetic
engagement. But they had never come right out and stated
a preference as to positions.
"Um," she started to say, and squirmed in her seat as
another image suddenly filled her mind. It was of Mulder
flat on his back and her atop him, riding him. Her mouth
went dry.
God, she loved to watch his face as she slid up and down
his cock, to hear his moans and mutters. Her leg muscles
flexed right then, as if she was atop him that very moment,
and she licked her lips before speaking. "I love to be on
top," she said at last, and then added a second later, "To
be in control."
Mulder sucked in his breath, and this time it was he who
seemed to squirm in his seat. His hands went to his
thighs, and tugged at the denim there, as if the material
were suddenly too tight, constricting. "Jesus, Scully,"
he rasped. "I love when you're on top too."
Although she had chosen loose, comfortable clothing for
this stakeout, in the form of loose chinos and a casual
jean shirt, Mulder's voice and words had her feeling
restricted. *Bound*.
Her hand came up to pull at the collar of her shirt,
fingers fiddling with the top button for a moment, before
rising to slide through her hair. Fluffing the ends away
from her neck in an effort to cool her now heated flesh.
She wished the stakeout were over, that they were already
at home – whose, it did not matter – and tumbling into bed,
arms and legs wrapped around each other.
"Ahhhh...your turn, Scully," Mulder said after a few
minutes, his voice not quite as husky, though not entirely
calm either.
Scully blinked slowly, still feeling a little hot and
bothered. Little? She snorted inwardly. Try horny as
hell! Several slow, deep breaths helped somewhat, and
then she sighed quietly. Once again she could think of
nothing original to ask. So she said, "Same question,
Mulder. Your favorite position."
His reply was prompt. "Actually, Scully, with you, every
position is my favorite."
For such a suave answer, Scully heard the absolute honesty
in the words. It did two things – melted her heart and
sent liquid heat straight to her core.
She was so *hot* now...her clothes uncomfortable against
her skin. This time she pulled the collar of her shirt
away from her body and flapped it in a vain attempt
to cool herself down.
"Mulder..." she said finally.
"It's true, Scully," he said, his eyes intent on hers.
"But since that seems like a pat answer, and in fairness
to our game, I'll choose one." He paused for a second,
his eyes having now dropped to the shadow between her
breasts, revealed by the motions of her hand.
"Actually, it's not really a position, it's more of a
fantasy," he began. "We've been working at your apartment,
and after going out to get something to eat, we're heading
back to finish. Having denied ourselves the pleasure of
each other's bodies all day, things have been rather 'tense'
for the last few hours. As I unlock the door with your keys
and hold it open for you to enter, you walk past, and brush
against me. That's all it takes. I shut and lock the door,
grabbing your hand before you can walk away, and pin you
against the hard wood surface. My tongue is in your mouth
and my hand is up your sweater before you can even say my
name. We don't bother with removing all our clothes, just
moving or rearranging the necessary items and in a matter
of seconds I am thrusting inside you, your legs wrapped
around my waist and your hands fisted in my hair. With
each thrust I make, your body slams into the door and you
let out a gasping groan, but you are whispering "Harder,
Mulder, faster," in my ear. It is fantastic and wild and
hot and rough, and although I never want it to end, you are
quaking all around me and I come and come and come..."
Scully realized she was staring at him with her mouth ajar
once again.
Mulder himself was not unaffected by having related his
fantasy to her. She could see his breathing was labored,
and his hands were rubbing up and down his thighs.
He rose suddenly, startling her, and began to move
restlessly about the front of the store, avoiding eye
contact with her.
Scully willed her racing heart to slow, and refocused
all her attentions on watching the dark street through
the camera lens. And in trying to ignore Mulder's very
*male* presence only a few feet away.
After what seemed like a long time, but was probably
only a few minutes, she heard the creak of leather.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Mulder had
resumed his seat.
He cleared his throat, the sound purposely dramatic,
she knew, and then spoke.
"Okay, Scully, back to your earlier intriguing statement
about having shopped in adult toy stores before," Mulder
said. "I know you said you were shopping for gifts, but
I read a lot more into it than that. So, what I'm asking
is, have you ever bought something from any adult toy
store for yourself?" He leaned forward, elbows on his
knees, and quickly added, "And I'm not referring to
lingerie or stockings, either."
Oooh, boy. He was really getting down to the nitty-gritty,
she thought. She was fairly certain of the reaction she
would elicit from him with her news that she had bought
herself a vibrator - intense hunger.
Stalling for time, teasing herself, and indirectly him as
well, she replied with a simple, "Yes."
There was that noisy exhalation from him again. Even in
the semi-darkness she could see his eyes glittering, and
his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Scully knew his mind was working, calculating the odds
as to what she might have purchased for herself.
He lunged to his feet with a swift and startling movement
that made her jump. In three quick steps he was at her
chair, standing behind her.
"Scully," he said thickly. "We can finish this game some
other time." His voice deepened as he bent to speak near
her ear. "Tell me, Scully, what did you buy yourself?"
It was nearly a demand.
Though he was not touching her, she was extremely aware
of him. Her blood was like syrup in her veins, her heart
pounding. Her own voice was faint as she replied, "A
vibrator. I bought myself a vibrator."
"Jesus..." he rasped, the 's' at the end trailing away
sibilantly.
Suddenly he was beside her, his hand wrapping around her
upper arm. He tugged her up out of the seat, his hands
landing on her hips. With another of those quick,
startling movements, he had sat himself in her chair and
pulled her down onto his lap, her back to his chest, his
knees between hers.
"Mulder –" she started to protest.
But he interrupted. "Shhhh, Scully. It's okay," he
whispered close to her ear again. "Just keep looking
through the camera."
A frisson of fear skittered up her spine, making her
shiver. But she was wrong, it wasn't fear - she'd never
been afraid of Mulder. Perhaps it was more of an illicit
thrill that she was feeling?
Hesitantly, she shifted, moving herself on his thighs to
get comfortable. Against her ass, she could feel his
hardness, and inhaled sharply.
Mulder groaned at almost the same time, his hands once
more on her hips, and moved against her with a little
thrust of his lower body.
They both sighed each other's names.
Scully blinked, and tried to focus on the scene through
the eye of the camera, but the empty street barely
registered.
Dimly she knew they shouldn't be doing this, that they
should be more careful. But at the same time, her less
rational side was reassuring herself that there were
three other teams watching as well, if one included the
SAC, and reiterating the statement they had heard
at the debriefing beforehand - that it was thought
extremely unlikely the suspect would make a move that
night.
A tickling sensation at her waistline made her aware
that Mulder was stealthily - or not so stealthily now
- pulling her shirt out of her chinos. She tensed
slightly, wondering what he was going to do.
"Relax, Scully," he whispered, his words and voice
seductive. "I won't take it off."
A second later the shirt settled around her hips and
pelvis, completely untucked from her pants. Then his
hands were on her hips, *under* her shirt, the tips of
his fingers just barely grazing the bare skin above
her waistband.
He waited for her to start breathing again; chuckling
softly into her neck, his lips nuzzling, and then glided
his fingers oh so slowly up her ribs. Then he stopped
and slid them back down to her waist before they could
make contact with the sides of her breasts.
This unpredictability had her nipples tightening, and
her back arching, her breath escaping in a shuddering
sigh.
That chuckle came again, now just below her ear, and it
sent a shiver through her entire body. "Relax," he
repeated, sounding very amused. And very aroused.
"Mulder," she said weakly, one hand holding tightly to
the camera as she looked through it, the other lying on
her knee, worrying the material of her chinos. She
wasn't sure exactly what she was trying to say to him
- was it a plea for him to stop, or for him to continue?
"Shhhh..." was his reply.
She had to suck in her next breath noisily as his hands
moved lightly but firmly up her ribs and then swooped
in to cover both her breasts. He cradled them for a
moment, squeezing gently, before his dexterous fingers
slid under the cups of her bra to pluck at her hard
nipples.
Scully squirmed and thrust her chest out, silently
imploring him not to stop. Her actions also caused
her ass to rub against his erection, and he groaned
her name.
"Scuh-leee."
The hands on her breasts became a little rougher,
pinching at her nipples, squeezing the mounds together.
At the same time, Mulder used his nose to tilt her head
to the side, accentuating the long tendon there, and
began nipping at it. He followed up each little bite
by lathing the spot with his tongue.
Using her toes - situated as she was, they were the
only part of her feet that touched the ground - she
moved a little on Mulder's lap. This allowed her to
push herself back even further on his legs, grinding
her ass into the hard bulge contained by straining
denim.
She realized hazily that she was practically performing
a lap dance on him. The only thing missing was the
music - some heavy, pulsating rhythm.
"Ohhh..." Mulder groaned, and one of his hands slid
down her belly and atop her mound, cupping her through
her chinos. His palm pressed down over her pubic bone,
his fingers curling to rub along the seam of her pants.
The friction of the material of both the chinos and her
panties was an incredible stimulation.
The positioning of his hand also served to hold her
firmly against him, obviously intensifying the pressure
of her ass on his cock. He had started thrusting in slow,
steady jerks of his hips.
The fingers of her hand on the camera were trembling and
slick with sweat from the ferocity of her grip. She took
her hand off and brought it down to swipe on the leg of
her pants before returning it to a different location on
the camera. Her other hand slid from her knee to his,
and she then began to stroke up and down the inside of his
thigh with her palm, reaching as close to the apex of his
legs as she could.
At that, Mulder shifted, sliding his ass forward on the
chair so that he could recline somewhat, and spread his
legs further apart. This caused hers to widen even
further, having been draped over his, the insides of her
legs against the outsides of his. It gave him greater
access to her crotch, and his stroking sped up.
With a growl, his hand suddenly slid up to the waistband
of her pants. He deftly unbuttoned them, and moved to
open her zipper.
"Mulderrrr..." It was a weak mewl, her fear of discovery
rebuilding, close to overshadowing the thrill of the
moment and the pleasure she felt as a result of his touch.
She covered his hand with the one that had been rubbing
his leg, and halted him from proceeding.
"Let me do this for you, Scully," he husked. "Please,
baby?"
The sensual pleading was her undoing. "Jesus, Mulder."
Her hand fell away, to hang limply at her side, and her
head left the eye of the camera to loll back on his
shoulder. Tacit permission.
The sound of the fastener of her zipper gliding ever so
slowly down the teeth was extremely loud. Erotic. And
the feel of her pants loosening was an equal stimulation,
one that had her holding her breath in anticipation -
waiting for his fingers to slip underneath her dampened
panties to her now throbbing flesh.
Which they did. Sliding easily between her wet folds,
dipping briefly inside before he retracted them and put
two of his fingers on her clitoris.
"You're so wet, Scully," he moaned into her ear, and
began to move those fingers in little circles over the
hard nubbin.
Scully's hips jerked, and then she began to move them in
counter-rhythm, with slow circles of her own. She lifted
the hand that had been dangling at her side and pressed
her palm flat against his thigh, her fingernails digging
slightly into the denim.
The motion of her hips served a dual purpose, for it also
moved her rear end against Mulder's cock. In a way she
knew without a doubt he definitely liked. His fingers
on her clit sped up, his other hand was gripping her hip
so tightly she thought there might be tiny bruises come
morning, and he was whispering her name repeatedly.
Speaking of coming, she was well on her way.
The pleasure was building and building within her, soon
to explode in a glorious finale. She bit her lip in an
effort to stem the cries that were rising in her throat.
She screamed anyway.
But in fear, not ecstasy.
For the radio beside them had suddenly and loudly squawked,
"TEAM 4, CHECK IN."
Scully bolted from Mulder's lap, feeling a slight bit of
pain from the suddenness of his fingers' withdrawal, and
grabbed at her chinos as they threatened to slide down her
hips. Her body had gone ice cold, the arousal fleeing as
quickly as it had risen, and her eyes were scanning the
shop frantically.
Expecting to find the SAC of the stakeout, or one of the
other agents, standing there having seen her and Mulder
in their incriminating and job-threatening position.
While her eyes darted about, and her clumsy fingers
struggled to refasten her pants, she was aware of
Mulder's groan, and subsequent grab of the radio.
A second later he pressed the 'talk' button and said,
"Team 4 checking in. Nothing to report."
With the quality of the radio, it was doubtful anyone
would hear the hoarseness of his voice, or the stunned
surprise there. But Scully did. She knew without a
doubt hers would be the same.
"10-4," the disembodied voice returned, and then the
radio went dead.
Mulder dropped it on the floor and fell against the
chair's back, his hands coming up to scrub over his
face, groaning loudly. "Christ!" he exclaimed then,
and straightened up once more, turning to look at her,
standing a foot or so away and to his left. "Scully,
you okay?"
Scully blinked, and jerked a nod at him. "Just a
little..." Her voice trailed off. He'd understand
what she hadn't said. "I'm...um...going to freshen
up," she told him then, and headed to the tiny staff
washroom at the back of the store.
Once inside, the door shut and locked behind her, she
stared at her reflection in the tiny mirror above the
sink. Ghost pale, with bright spots of color on her
cheeks. Eyes still a little wild, hair a little
disheveled. With a shake of her head, she looked down
at the sink.
Turning the cold-water tap on, she let it run for
several seconds before bending and putting her cupped
hands under the flow of water. She splashed it on her
face and repeated her actions twice more. Straightening
again, she pulled some paper towels from the dispenser
on the wall and patted her face dry.
After discarding the towels in the small garbage can in
one corner, she finger-combed her head into neatness.
Her clothes were next - refastening the one button of
her shirt she didn't remember being undone, and
smoothing out her chinos - before she exited the
bathroom, flicking the light off on her way out the
door to rejoin Mulder.
***
4:20 am
Seated once more in the chair by the window, Scully
looked through the camera lens yet again, and sighed to
herself. She couldn't help thinking longingly about a
cup of fresh, hot coffee. Maybe even splurging for a
calorie-laden donut.
Since their attempt at whatever they had been aiming
for, be it orgasms by hand, or actual full-blown sex,
had been rudely and frightfully interrupted, and once
she had calmed down, her hunger for sustenance had
awakened. And when she was denied sexually, her need
was usually in the form of junk food.
A consolation prize, if you would. Though not much of
a prize, she thought ruefully. Food or hot sex with
Mulder. Like she'd really have to think about that one!
Quietly she remarked, "Whichever team's got that donut
shop across the street as their location has got it made.
It's open all night, it's doubtful anyone would question
their presence, and most importantly, the coffee would be
fresh." This was said wistfully, with a mournful glance
at the thermos on the ground beside her, long empty.
"I think I made a great choice for our location, Scully,"
Mulder said then. The leather of his chair creaked as he
shifted around.
The word 'choice' reverberated in her head, and stirred
up fresh indignation, spurred on no doubt by not only the
lack of coffee, but their aborted attempt at sex. Even
if neither was the fault of Mulder.
"Choice?" she nearly shrilled, and turned her head to
glare at him. Inwardly, she cringed at her shrewish tone.
"What the hell do you mean by 'choice'? Are you telling
me we weren't assigned to this location?"
Mulder wore his panic face. Apparently he had seen the
light, and it wasn't pretty. "Uh..."
"You're kidding me!" she exclaimed angrily. "Jesus,
Mulder! Why the hell did you pick *this* place? Did you
hear any of the comments we got from the other teams?"
She cringed again as her mind replayed some of the more
choice comments, just loud enough to be heard by she and
Mulder, but not by SAC Derek Johns.
'Hey, maybe Spooky can do a little shopping while he's
there. That little red number in the window, with the
cutouts for the tits, that's a hot one. Mrs. Spooky'd
look damn fine in it.'
Agent James Dalton, notorious flirt and womanizer.
'If Scully and Mulder aren't getting it on with each
other, maybe they'll find some toys to get it on with.'
No name for the face, but the eyes and expression had
been sneering and piggish.
'Spooky and the Missus doing the nasty in Aren't We
Naughty!'
Agent Rick Michaels, partner to Dalton, and his equal
in the crass department.
"Aw, Scully, since when do you pay those jackasses any
mind?" Mulder said softly then, pulling her from her
disturbing thoughts.
Her glance at him revealed that he now displayed his
pout face - lower lip poking out, eyes sad and vaguely
puppy-ish. He was hard to resist, and she felt a
smidgen of her anger melt.
"Normally, I don't," she replied, her voice less
strident. Then she shook her head rather sharply,
putting those 'jackasses' and their comments out of
mind. "But, Mulder...here?" That came out even
softer, and rather plaintive.
He shrugged boyishly, and relaxed slightly, obviously
sensing she had calmed down some. "Well for one thing,
this location is actually just out of range of the
suspect's area of operation, I doubt if he even made a
move tonight that we'd see it. I really don't know why
they asked to use this place, though I'm glad they did."
He smiled then. "Just look at this place, Scully." He
stood up and waved his arm around the store, turning in
a slow circle. "I mean *really* look at this place.
It's a hell of a lot more interesting then a donut shop
or that tailor's shop."
Scully looked around yet again, this time trying to see
the store from Mulder's eyes. The decor was still nothing
she'd ever choose, but she supposed she could modify her
original opinion of tacky. It did suit the products and
purposes of the store, and was actually nicer than one
place she'd had the misfortune to enter.
Well, actually she'd been dragged into it by Missy,
feeling embarrassed as hell and amazingly curious at the
same time. However, that store had been a head shop, and
had been dingy and grungy and dirty. And scary for a
still rather naive 17-year old girl.
Now that she thought about it though, embarrassment was
probably what had prompted most of her attitude and
thoughts about the store. She allowed herself to look
beyond her first impression, and her biases.
The layout of the store was actually rather logical, its
merchandise displayed in an attention-grabbing, but not
obnoxious manner.
"Well, I guess it's not that bad," she allowed finally.
Mulder chuckled. "A typical Scully admission," he teased.
"Relenting, but never conceding defeat."
"There is no defeat to concede, Mulder," she said, with
a touch of asperity. She then softened her response by
smiling slightly.
"Sure, fine, whatever," he returned with drollness, and
then blew her a kiss.
Shaking her head, she focused her attention on the scene
through the camera lens. The still quiet as ever, empty
street.
"Oooooh. Hey, look Scully!" Mulder called out. "They've
got 'Debbie Does Dallas'. Wanna watch it?"
She turned to see him holding up a videocassette box in
one hand, the thumb of his other hand jerked towards the
TV/VCR combo by the cash desk. He had an exaggerated
leer on his face.
"Pass, thank-you," she told him, and turned back to the
camera.
"Spoilsport," he muttered, just loud enough for her to
hear.
She merely grinned to herself.
A few minutes had gone by without comment or sound
effects from Mulder. Scully glanced over her shoulder
to see that he was prowling around the store now, in
the back, his fingers skimming along the shelves as he
perused their wares.
With a fond smile on her lips, she resumed her watch
through the camera's eye and moved the telephoto lens
to scan the street and the surrounding buildings.
Mulder's low chuckle reached her ears a moment later,
and she cocked her head slightly to the side, curious,
eyes still focused on her task.
"So, Scully," he called then. "You never did tell me
all about your vibrator."
"What's there to tell, Mulder?" she called back, not
surprised in the least that he wanted to know all about
it. She could just imagine him when they were back at
her apartment - he was going to want to get acquainted
with the damn thing. "It's a vibrator, end of story."
"End of story? I don't think so, Scully. You've roused
my curiosity now."
"Are you sure it's just your curiosity that's aroused?"
She couldn't resist the opening he'd handed her,
something he did so rarely. It was usually she who
stepped right into his one-liners and innuendo. And
besides, she'd seen the flare of heat in his eyes when
she'd admitted to owning a vibrator.
"Oooh, good comeback, Scully," he said. He was quiet for
a minute, and she looked around again to see he was holding
something in his hands – a box of some sort. "So, Scully,
since you won't tell me about your vibrator, I'll just have
to guess," he called. "Is it a Gyrating Wild Stallion?"
"A Gyrating Wild..." her voice was choked with her attempts
to hold in her laughter, and faded off in mid-sentence. She
gulped in air and was successful in her attempts, though her
cheeks were hot from the effort and a toothy grin still
curled her lips.
"Yep," he said, snickering a little. He cleared his throat
and then said, "'Take a ride on the wild side with this
vibrating stallion head and darting tongue. Let the pearl
rotation take you to orgasmic bliss.'" His recitation was
priceless, ruined only by the huge guffaws that burst forth
from his mouth immediately after.
That did it. Her laughter joined his. Thank God they were
not wired to the other teams, that communication was by
walkie-talkie only.
"I'll take that as a no," he said after their laughter
died down. "Hmmmm, let's see," he murmured a moment or two
later. Another pause. "Ooooh, this one's nice. How about
a Dancing Dolphin Fantasy Vibe? It has a convenient wrist
strap, multi-speeds for variable vibrations, and an arched
design for ultimate G-spot stimulation. And it's a lovely
bright blue color too, Scully. Almost matches your eyes.
So, is that the one, G-woman, with its G-spot stimulation?"
Scully grinned to herself. Who in the hell thought up these
ridiculous names? Dancing Dolphin? That was almost as bad
as the Wild Stallion. And how come when she had looked at
them so long ago, they weren't as funny as they were now?
"Guess again, G-man!" she called out. Might as well go
with the G-flow.
"Well, there's the Marina Opulent 5" G-Spot Vibe that's
quiet and waterproof. I know how much you love your baths,
Scully," he teased. "And quiet sounds like your style."
True about the baths. As for the quiet, well whenever
Mulder put his hand over her mouth, technically that
qualified.
His thoughts obviously mirrored hers as he snickered and
then said, "On second thought, forget that one. Quiet
you ain't."
Hard to believe, but in Mulder's arms, she had become a
screamer. She had been embarrassed at first, but was no
longer. And of course Mulder loved this little fact, and
loved to tease her about it.
"Ha, ha, Mr. OHBABYOHBABYYESYESYES!" she called out to
him in a fairly decent impersonation of his hoarse shout.
Her mind easily recalled their last night together, where
Mulder had bellowed his pleasure to her apartment building.
"Touche!" was his response. Followed a few seconds later
by an extremely amused, "Ah ha!"
She wondered what he had found now.
"This has got to be it, G-woman!" he called out. "The
Hypersonic G, with 6 levels of vibrating and pulsating
action - vibrate 1, vibrate 2, vibrate 3, pulsate, surge
and escalate." A pause, and then he throatily said,
"Are you as turned on as I am, G-woman?"
Turned on? Maybe. Intrigued? Hell yes.
"So is it the one?" he asked next. "Maybe we should take
this bad boy out and give it a test run."
What? "Mulder!" Scully yelled, head spinning around so
fast she made herself dizzy. "Don't you dare open that
package!"
"Aw, come on, Scully," he mock-whined, waggling the
package at her. "I wanna play. Don't you wanna play
with me?" His voice had lowered several octaves, and
sent a delicious shiver through Scully's body.
God, yes, she wanted to play with him. Her nipples were
hard, her core tight with need. She was like Pavlov's
dog when it came to Mulder and his 'sex' voice. And he
knew it too, the bastard.
"Mulderrrrr..." she groaned. Her own voice had lowered,
signifying how easy it would be to persuade her otherwise.
"Mulder, we can't." A weak protest.
"Scully," he crooned, already stalking towards her, the
vibrator discarded on a convenient countertop. "Come on
baby, it's just you and me, all alone here." He
continued his seduction. "No one will ever know. It'll
be our little secret."
He was behind her then, like earlier, and he leaned down
to whisper directly into her ear, his lips brushing the
sensitive shell. "Don't tell me the thought of doing *it*
here isn't just as much a turn-on for you as it is for
me."
Well, hello! Scully didn't say that though, keeping
her sardonic thought to herself. She leaned forward,
away from those dangerously lethal lips, and turned
slightly in her seat so she could meet his gaze. "Of
course it's a turn-on, Mulder. Sometimes you just have
to look at me and I'm turned on. But didn't you learn
anything just over an hour ago? We were lucky that was
just a radio check-in, and not the SAC doing a personal
visit!"
"Come on, Scully." His voice had turned wheedling.
"The SAC's not going to move from his cushy spot down
the street. Or risk tipping the surveillance teams'
hands, if the perp is even out there anyway, which we
already heard earlier is doubtful."
Up to this point, he had not touched her except that
glancing contact of lips to ear. Now he settled his
hands warmly on her shoulders, his fingertips barely
grazing the swell of her breasts.
She hadn't been able to control her body's instinct to
tense up, and he reacted to her obvious nervousness by
releasing a sigh. His hands shifted back a bit so that
they no longer strayed into dangerous territory, and he
began to knead the muscles of her shoulders.
"Relax, Scully," he muttered lowly, his thumbs digging
slightly into her trapezius. "I'll behave." The tone
of his voice had changed from seductive and imploring
to one of regret and guilt. And she thought it might
also have contained a touch of rejection.
"Mulder," she said, trying to crane her head to look
at him without interfering with his massage, which felt
wonderful. "It's not that I don't want to...you know.
I do." She huffed out a sigh of frustration. She
wasn't explaining this very well.
Taking a deep breath, she started again. "I can't let
us risk being caught or seen in a compromising position,
Mulder. We were lucky earlier, you know that, don't
you?" she repeated her statement from earlier, making
it a question.
His grunt could be taken as agreement.
She knew she was right, and that he knew it too. He
just wouldn't admit it. But that was enough of that
subject. Her voice gentled when she spoke again. "And
I'm sorry that as turned on as I am, Mulder, I just...
can't."
"How turned on are you, Scully?" he asked then, a spark
of interest, of pride, coloring his voice.
"*Very*," she told him honestly. Her head dropped down,
chin to chest, as he slid one hand up into her hair, to
scratch at her scalp.
He was quiet for a moment, seemingly as he processed
this information, and his voice was hoarse when he
asked his next question.
"Is it six o'clock yet?"
Her regret was obvious in her reply. "God, I wish."
***
Epilogue
Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.
6:30 am
Scully remembered little of the car ride home beyond
the squealing of the tires as Mulder took many corners
way too fast, and several blown red lights. Fortunately,
traffic going in their direction was almost non-existent.
Before she knew it, they were in the building. They did
not touch each other as they made their way down the
hallway to her apartment, but she knew he was as aware
of her as she was of him.
It had been like that as they had anxiously awaited the
end of their stakeout duty, and reported in to their SAC
to turn in the radio and the keys to Aren't We Naughty.
She was surprised that the other agents around them
hadn't recoiled from the heat that had been generating
between them.
Another thought had been rampant in her mind since the
end of their shift. She had known from the moment they
had left the temporary headquarters that once they got
back to her place, their first coupling would be fast
and furious.
It made her wet just thinking about it.
Her hand shook as she tried to put the key in the lock,
and after a second attempt, Mulder made a soft sound
and gently took the keys from her hand. He unlocked and
opened the door easily, and she felt his hand glide down
her back to rest on the swell of her ass, to guide her
inside her apartment.
Once they were both through the door, Mulder shut and
relocked it behind them. Scully had already begun to
shrug out of her jacket, and from the corner of her eye,
she saw Mulder do the same.
But as she turned to take his from him, intending to
hang them both up, Mulder grabbed hers, and tossed both
jackets to the floor, a foot or so away from where they
stood.
"Mul –" she started to say.
And got no further as Mulder's tongue invaded her mouth.
He used his heavier body mass to gently propel her
backwards, until her head and rear bumped into the
door, their mouths still lip locked together.
Her hands had come up to grab at his hips for balance
and support, and as he slanted his head to deepen the
kiss, she slid them beyond, to clutch at his ass.
"Scuhleee," he groaned into her mouth, and thrust his
hardness into her belly. Pulling his mouth away from
hers, he leaned his forehead on hers, gasping, "I can't
wait, Scully. Got to have you now."
With that, he backed away slightly, and began tugging
at the button of her waistband, his movements jerky
and a little rough.
Need was pounding through her body, her chest rising
and falling rapidly, and her hands shook as she brought
them around to pull at the button of his Levi's.
They both got the buttons undone at the same time,
but Mulder was quicker at unzipping and tugging her
pants down. He stopped once they hit mid-thigh, and
cupped one hand over her mound, while the other slid
under her shirt to grope a breast.
Gravity took care of the rest, her pants slipping
down to her ankles. She managed to get one shoe off
somehow, and kicked that leg free of its pant leg.
Before she could work on the other, Mulder had yanked
her panties partway down and inserted two fingers
inside her center.
"AhhhhhMulder!" she panted, her hips bucking, and
her inner muscles clenching around the digits.
Abandoning her efforts in trying to finish removing
her own pants, she instead concentrated on tugging
his now unzipped Levi's down his lean hips.
She was hampered of course by his arms, and her
endeavors were ineffectual at best. When he slid
his fingers out to press on and circle her clit, she
gave herself up completely to the pleasure he was
wringing from her body, hands falling away to rest at
her sides, palms flat against the wood door.
Fingers plucked and rolled her nipple, as the ones
down below did the same to her clit.
Her hips were moving steadily now, grinding herself
against his hand. In response, his mouth began
ravaging her neck, nipping and sucking in rough, almost
painful bites. At the same time, he sped up his
ministrations on her clit, alternating between a hard,
fast rubbing, and quick, grazing circles that had her
keening his name in need.
Suddenly his fingers left her breast, and he dropped
to his knees. Hands yanked her panties down, one of
them circling her ankle and roughly pulling the
shoeless foot through the leg hole. Releasing her
ankle, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her lower
body towards his face, and then his lips had replaced
his fingers.
He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked strongly.
Scully felt her knees buckle, and nearly lost her
balance as intense waves of pleasure swamped her body.
But she managed to spread her legs wider and thrust
her hips forward, her back supporting her weight
against the door. Both hands left the wood to wind
into his hair, both as an anchor, and to keep him
from stopping.
Which he thankfully showed no signs of doing. His
tongue was now alternating between stabbing into her
center and swirling around her clit.
She felt the tiny flutters deep inside her – the ones
that signaled the beginning of her release, and let
out a high, breathy, "Ohhhhh!"
Mulder's hands slid from her hips and around to grasp
the cheeks of her ass, fingers digging into the soft
flesh, and holding her to his mouth. He began sucking
on her clit again, his tongue occasionally flicking
it.
Lights danced behind her tightly shut eyes, and the
muscles of her inner thighs started to tremble. She
moaned his name, low and deep, her own hands clenching
and unclenching in his hair.
His teeth scraped over the little bundle of nerves
then, and that one action was enough to throw her
over the edge.
She came with a wordless scream, her insides pulsing
and spasming wildly, delightfully.
Mulder stayed with her as she rode out the orgasm,
his tongue gentle now, running lightly over her entire
center, letting her slowly come down from her
release.
When her grip on his hair eased, he pressed a kiss on
her curls, nose nuzzling her briefly. He then got to
his feet and kicked off his boots. His hands next
shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down and off in a
swift, almost violent motion, somehow managing to peel
off his socks as well, flinging the clothing aside.
She watched with avid, hungry eyes as his erection
sprang free. Purplish red and engorged with blood,
it bobbed up towards his belly button. Her inner
muscles spasmed again, as if clenching around the
turgid length.
His right hand settled on her hip, his left coming to
rest palm flat on the door by her head, as she brought
one hand up and wrapped it around his cock, squeezing
firmly.
"Scuh-leee," he hissed and bucked in her hand.
His cock felt hot, and hard and soft at the same time.
Like velvet-covered steel. It was so beautiful.
Despite her orgasm, she was still deeply aroused, and
she could not decide which she wanted more - to feel
each delicious inch slide slowly into her core, or to
wrap her lips around it and suck.
She could feel Mulder's eyes on her, like twin lasers.
Lifting her head she saw that his lids were half-
lowered, and his jaw was clenched. A lock of his hair
had fallen onto his forehead, giving him a wild look.
His cock throbbed in her hand, and she looked down
again, knowing he had too.
They both watched as she began to pump his erection
in slow, firm strokes.
Throwing his head back, he growled her name and began
to thrust into her loose fist. His fingers clutched
spasmodically at her hip.
Her eyes kept going from his cock to his arched neck
and the long line of his throat. She nibbled at her
own lip, unable to reach that tempting bit of flesh.
Wishing she could bite down on a tendon and worry it
with her teeth, then lathe it soothingly with her
tongue. Taste the droplets of sweat that were
gathering in the hollow of his throat...
"Scully," he gasped then, head lifting, Adam's apple
bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "I want...need...
inside you, Scully!" The words were guttural, low
and deep. Desperate.
They sent fresh waves of arousal through her core,
had her clit throbbing in remembered pleasure.
She guided him to her entrance, Mulder automatically
bending his knees in a necessary height adjustment.
As his cock slid partly inside, his hand moved to cup
her left thigh, hiking her leg up, bringing it to a
partial rest on his hip.
This changed the angle of penetration slightly, and
allowed him to thrust his entire length into her.
Scully's eyes fluttered shut, her hands grabbing at
his upper arms, and she moaned as his cock stretched
her, despite her orgasm. But it was a good pain.
She felt full, complete.
Mulder froze, his fingers tightening on her thigh,
fine tremors running through his body. "You...okay,
Scully?" he gritted out.
Without opening her eyes, she turned her head a bit
and husked out, "I'm okay, Mulder."
"Scully," he groaned, and began to move. He pulled
almost all the way out of her, then thrust back in
slowly, to the hilt. He repeated the same action,
then bent his head down and did it again.
His indrawn hiss of breath had her eyes opening, and
she saw he was looking down, his mouth slack. She
realized he was watching his cock slide in and out
of her body.
It was erotically beautiful, and felt exquisite, but
she wanted, needed, more. She bucked her hips in an
effort to entice him to pick up his speed, but he
continued with the slow, gliding strokes, still
watching.
The words from his fantasy, the ones he had said she
had uttered to him, suddenly came to mind. She
lifted her chin and whispered in his ear.
"Harder, Mulder, faster."
At that, his hand shifted her leg a bit higher on
his hip, and he obeyed her demand, thrusting harder
and with ever-increasing speed. Her body was rocked
by the force of the thrusts, slamming against the
door with each one. His pubic bone was now bumping
into her clit, and she began to grind herself against
him, her hands now under his arms and clutching at
his back. Tension was coiling deep within her body,
spiraling outward, her muscles trembling, and she
started to chant his name softly.
The tempo of his breathing changed, resulting in hard,
little puffs of air that tickled her ear. Low grunts
escaped, and she pried her eyes open to see he was
biting his lip. His eyes were scrunched shut, and
the expression of agony and ecstasy on his face was
beautiful to see.
She began to rhythmically tighten her inner muscles
around his cock, and his thrusts became more frantic.
"Scuh -" he got out. "Gonna...come."
Her hands swept down to his ass, pulling him to her,
as she thrust herself against him, hard. Her orgasm
burst over her in hard, pulsing waves, and her hips
bucked several times as she moaned, "MulderOhGodMulder."
The hand on her leg squeezed almost painfully tight as
his hips jerked wildly, and then he was coming in hot,
pulsating spurts, loudly groaning her name in long,
drawn-out syllables. "SCUH-LEEEEEEE."
Scully swept her hands up and down his back in gentle,
soothing strokes as he continued to jerk and thrust
erratically, his forehead now on her shoulder. Her
own insides were still fluttering, the muscles of
her thighs quaking slightly.
With a last sigh of her name, he lowered her leg to
the floor, his hand rubbing the spot he had been
gripping. He eased himself out of her carefully, both
of them groaning, and took a step back.
Scully nearly fell, her legs felt so weak, and Mulder
quickly grasped her upper arms. She laughed shakily,
and husked out, "Thanks."
He watched her for a moment, and then when he was sure
she was all right, he released her arms and stepped
back again. He ripped his tee shirt over his head and
handed it to her, with a muttered, "Here. You can use
this to...um, clean yourself up." He surprised her by
not heading down the hall to the washroom, instead
staggering back another step and sitting down on the
floor, buck-ass naked.
Scully's legs were still trembling, and the floor
looked like a fine place to rest for a moment. She
used the proffered tee shirt before tossing it aside,
and then sank down beside him. Her heart was still
pounding furiously, and her mouth was as dry as dust.
She felt wonderful.
Mulder leaned over, his hand palming her cheek, and
captured her lips in a hard kiss. Then he lay back
fully on the floor, raising his arms up over his head
and crossing them in order to pillow his head.
Also not a bad idea.
Scully lay back as well, only she curled up on her
side, facing him. Bending her elbow, she propped her
face on her palm so that she could look him in the
face. Her other hand rested on his belly, fingers idly
teasing the sparse hairs there.
"So, Mulder," she said a few minutes later. "Got any
other fantasies we could act out?"
He grunted and turned his head to look at her. His
eyes looked sleepy, but his words belied that.
"Where's that vibrator of yours, Scully?"
THE END
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