Title: In The Stacks
Author: lovesfox
E-mail: lovesfox@rogers.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR, Smut, PWP, Scully POV
Spoilers: None, but set it mid-season 7
Summary: Scully helps Mulder act out one
of his fantasies
Archive: With permission, please
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me
Thanks: To Mortis and Nancy for beta and
encouragement.
And again to Nancy - the idea came about
while discussing another story.
Note: I have never been to the library mentioned
herein, and have taken liberty with its
appearance, etc.
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In the Stacks
by Lovesfox
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Georgetown Regional Library
Washington, D.C.
Friday
10:45 pm
>>You, me, a library. You're dressed in this sexy librarian
get-up. Starched white man's-style shirt, pearl necklace, your
hair in a prim bun, glasses on the end of your nose. Tight,
just above the knee-length skirt with a teasing and sexy little
slit in the back, and high-heeled pumps.<<
Scully could recall every one of Mulder's words as he had
detailed one of his fantasies while they sat in the car on a
late-night stakeout the week before. Could recall how low and
deep his voice had gotten as he had described her attire, how
he had scrunched down in his seat and shifted about awkwardly,
as if his pants had become too tight, too restricting.
How excited she had gotten at the thought of fulfilling his
fantasy.
Her hands fiddled with the belt tie of her trench as she moved
through the darkened library great room, towards the front desk.
The desk she would be studiously working at when Mulder arrived.
Which would be soon, she reminded herself, glancing at her watch.
If all went according to plan, that is, and Mulder followed the
instructions on the note she had left propped on his computer
keyboard while he was out of the office.
Turning on the small desk lamp, she scanned the area, noting the
location of the nearly full book cart, on the other side of the
desk. She would need that cart.
>>We are the only two people left in the library. You at your
desk, in front of all those long tables, me at one of them, about
fifteen feet away. I was late, and you frowned at me when I
rushed in, just before closing time.<<
Technically, it was past closing time. Way past. Fortunately,
she had a friend who worked at the library. One who had, with
some persuasion - in the form of two seats to the symphony -
agreed to let her use the library after hours.
Unbelting her coat, she slid out of it and hung it on the coat
tree behind the desk area. Turning around to face the desk, she
adjusted the collar of her crisp, white shirt, undoing the button
between her breasts to show her cleavage, and smoothed her hands
down the front of her short, stretch-knit navy skirt. The one
that came to just above her knees, with a small slit in the back.
She was wearing the outfit Mulder had described, right down to the
pearls and her glasses.
Of course she had added her own little twist - a black, push-up
bra and thong panties. Without stockings. Something he would
discover later.
A sound at the front of the library had Scully jumping, and after
taking a deep and hopefully calming breath, she pulled the chair
out and sat down, crossing her legs beneath the desk. Adjusting
her glasses so that they perched on the edge of her nose, she
opened the first thing she found on the desk - a dog-eared copy
of Milan Kundera's 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being'.
Mulder's footsteps neared - she recognized his tread, it could
be no one else's. Her heart skipped a beat, then began to pound
faster and harder, and she had to lick her suddenly dry lips.
One hand came up, fluttering near the clip that held her hair in
its bun, before she brought it back down to hold her book open.
Remembering his words <>,
Scully lifted her head slightly and peered at him down the
bridge of her nose, curving her lips into a frown of disapproval,
one eyebrow automatically arching. He hurried past her, flicking
her a look of apology. But his eyes were smiling.
And she had caught the quick scan he had made, and the uneven
breath he had hitched in. Knew it was because of the way she
was dressed. For him.
Her own eyes dropped to stare at his ass as he headed down the
aisle, encased in a pair of faded Levi's that cupped his cheeks
with perfection.
God, the man looked good in anything. Or nothing at all.
The thud of his portfolio hitting the table drew her attention
from her thoughts. She saw that he had already removed his black
leather jacket and laid it aside on the table, and that he was in
the process of seating himself. Facing her, three tables away,
at the end that placed him almost directly in her line of sight.
Or her in his. Watching her, his gaze intent.
Drawing from her vast experience in late-night studying in a
library, she let her frown deepen. Improvising on details.
"Please keep it down, sir," she voiced, low enough not to be
a shout, but fully audible.
Mulder grinned lopsidedly, clearly delighted she was playing
along, and then wiped the smile from his face, nodding. "Yes,
ma'am," he replied in a mock-contrite whisper. "My apologies."
Looking down, his hands got busy, unzipping his portfolio and
removing several folders, seemingly focused on his business.
Yet Scully knew he was peering at her from beneath those
downcast eyes, those thick, to-die-for lashes. Just as she
was peering at him while pretending to read the book.
>>The silence in the library is warm, comfortable. We work,
while continually exchanging glances, or sneaking peeks at
each other. Both of us slowly becoming aroused.<<
It wasn't silent exactly. There was the faint sound the pages
of her book made as she turned them, and the rustle of his
papers. The hum of the few overhead lights still on, and the
occasional settling noises all buildings make.
She was also very aware of other minute sounds. The continued
thud of her heart, her each and every uneven breath. The rasp
of her tongue as it swiped over her lips, her every swallow.
The scritch-scratch of her shirt against the lace of her bra
with each rise and fall of her breasts, which felt swollen with
desire and need.
Focusing on the opened book in front of her, Scully forced
herself to read, refusing to look up at Mulder again. She
could feel his eyes on her, weighty and caressing. It took
all her effort not to leap up and race to his table, to yank
him from his seat and kiss him senseless. And more.
But this was his fantasy, and she would follow it to the
letter.
>>The lights dim, and you start to clean up for the night.
Rising from your seat, you come around the desk and begin
pushing a cart of books slowly down the aisle, intending to
put them away. I watch, surreptitiously of course, but you
are very aware of my interest. A tiny smile plays about
your lips as you murmur, "I'm sorry, but it's closing time
now."<<
Nothing to be done about the lights, they were already on
their night setting, with only the lamp at her desk and one
at Mulder's table providing extra illumination.
Clearing her throat, Scully closed the book and moved it
aside, pushing her chair back to rise to her feet. The
blotter in front of her was bare, except for the book, there
was nothing for her to tidy up. Removing her glasses and
laying them down, she rounded the desk. Grabbing the handle
of the cart firmly with both hands, she started off down the
aisle. On Mulder's side, of course.
Her hips swayed more than usual - was it consciously or
subconsciously? - and the skin of her inner thighs seemed
super-sensitive as they brushed against each other with her
steps. The hard points of her nipples had to be visible
through bra and shirt, they ached for his fingers to pluck
and pull, for his lips to nibble and suck.
As she neared him, Scully made sure to meet his gaze, saying
throatily, "I'm sorry, Sir. It's closing time now, you'll
have to leave."
>>I protest, naturally. Pleading with you for extra time.
Reaching out, I encircle your wrist gently with my fingers,
feeling you shiver. Knowing then that you are as excited
as I. You pull away, flustered, and look away, down at the
books, whispering that I have fifteen more minutes, and then
you start pushing the cart again. I turn and stare at your
ass.<<
True to his words, Mulder looked at her with mournful, puppy-
dog eyes. His hand came up, his index finger skimming the
back of her hand before he wrapped his fingers around her
wrist, applying a subtle pressure.
"Please, Miss," he uttered, his voice low and husky and
urgent, stirring her arousal further. His thumb rubbed
tiny circles on the inside of her wrist, sending little
darts of pleasure along her arm and to her core. "I just
need a little more time."
More time? She was ready to do him right then and there.
Any position, any place, he just had to say it.
Mulder was staring at her, one eyebrow raised, and Scully
came to herself, realizing she was just standing there, one
trembling ball of unbridled anticipation, while he waited
expectantly for her to continue with his fantasy.
She didn't have to pretend to be flustered -- she was,
extremely. Tugging at her arm, she lowered her gaze to
the cartful of books, and whispered, "I can let you stay
fifteen more minutes."
Walking away, even if she hadn't know he would be staring
at her ass, she would have felt the heat from his intense
appraisal of her backside as she moved on. A shiver rolled
through her from deep within.
>>You go down one of the aisles, and I soon follow.
Naturally.<<
Mulder had stopped there, with a sigh, and a smile of
satisfaction turning his lips up. When she had breathily
asked, "Then what?" he had smiled and husked, "Maybe you'll
find out one day."
Well it was 'one day' now, and she wanted to know the rest
of his fantasy, wanted to know how it ended. Well, she had
a pretty damn good idea *how* it would end, but not the
finer...details.
Scully pushed the cart a few more feet, then randomly turned
down one of the book aisles, stopping after a couple steps.
Picking up a book from the top shelf of the cart, she read
the title, a faint smile crossing her lips. It was an
historical romance paperback.
She peered at the shelf in front of her, scanning the spines
of the books there, noting with some amusement that she was
in the Anatomy section. Shaking her head at the irony, for
she would soon be studying one anatomy in particular, she put
the book back down, and instead perused the different Anatomy
books.
The quiet scrape of a chair moving across the floor reached
her ears a moment later, and Scully resisted the urge to look
in the direction of the tables to see if Mulder was approaching.
But when a good minute passed with no other sounds, nor a touch
announcing his presence, she could not help herself, shooting a
glance to her left. A glance that became a searching stare.
Mulder was not there.
A frown wrinkled Scully's brow as she wondered if she had only
imagined the sound due to her arousal-heightened senses. And
if that were not the case, where had he gone?
"Excuse me, Miss?"
The whispered words had her jumping, a small gasp escaping
her pursed mouth. It had seemed to come from in front of her,
so she turned her head back to face the shelves of books.
To see Mulder, on the other side of the tall, sturdy oak
shelving unit, peeking at her through the small space he had
apparently created by removing a book or two.
"Ye-es?" she asked, cursing inwardly when her voice cracked
and turned the single syllable word into two.
"Where would I find books on Human Sexuality?" he asked, his
voice once again deep and husky, a slight smile on his face.
His eyes blinked guilelessly at her.
The words were incredibly erotic to her for some reason, and
heat flared from her chest to her hairline as she blushed.
"Ummmmm..." she said, at a complete loss as to what to say.
"Oh, wait, I've found it myself," Mulder said then, and moved
away.
Scully's mouth fell open in surprise and she continued
staring at the empty space for several seconds, before
curiosity had her deciding to look for him. Taking hold
of the cart's handle once more, she started pushing it
down the aisle, peering between the odd space or gap in
the books, occasionally ducking her head. Trying to spot
Mulder.
Feeling ridiculous, she straightened up, and suddenly there
were warm, familiar hands on her hips. Another gasp escaped
her - she hadn't heard or sensed his approach.
The gasp turned to a sighing moan as his arms slid around
to hug her to him, and Mulder was pressed full-length against
her from behind, the bulge of his erection hard in her lower
back, just above the swell of her ass.
"I think you've got Sexuality covered, Scully," he murmured,
his head bending so that he could whisper in her ear. "Wanna
do it in the stacks?"
She could hear the leer in his voice, and ignored her own
amusement at his quaint phrasing. Her wild side screamed
a reminder of her earlier words in her mind - 'any position,
any place.' "Mulder," she sighed, tilting her head to the
side, to offer him her neck. "Yesssss, God, yes."
He spread one hand flat, low on her belly, while the other
slid up to cup a breast. Sucking gently on the skin over
her wildly beating pulse point, he began moving their bodies
in concert, using his hips and his palm on her abdomen to
guide them in a slow, sensual rhythm.
"I sneak up behind you, and put my hands on your hips,
drawing you back against my body," he murmured then, after
his lips had released her flesh. Continuing the description
of the never completed fantasy. Humor tinged his next words.
"You gasp in surprise, and then moan. I move my hands. One
to cup your breast, the other palming low on your belly, and
we begin to sway gently back and forth."
They were still moving that way. Scully sighed and languidly
thrust her hips back into him, shifting them slightly.
Rubbing her ass over his groin.
This time it was he who moaned.
"But it's not enough," he continued after a long pause, his
voice rougher now. "I want...I *need* to kiss you." As he
spoke, his hands moved again, back to rest on her hips. He
then combined action with words, whirling her around to face
him while saying, "I spin you around and..."
And his lips were on hers. Firmly. Almost but not quite
bruisingly.
Scully opened her mouth for his insistent tongue, which
immediately swooped inside to claim hers. Moaning again,
she clutched at his ass, fingers kneading frantically.
Mulder's hands were equally busy - one cupped and squeezed
her ass, while the other swept up and down her back.
The force of his kiss, and his embrace, backed her into the
shelving unit. Several books actually fell to the floor,
but neither of them reacted beyond surprised grunts that
did not break their lip lock.
However, air was still a necessity that often times overruled
passion and desire and want.
Pulling his lips from hers, Mulder pressed his forehead
against hers, and panted, "Scuh-leee, you make me so hot,
baby."
Through her own heaving gulps for oxygen, Scully replied,
"God, Mulder..." and completely lost her train of thought
when he reflexively thrust his hardness into her belly.
Bringing both her hands up, she fisted them in his hair
and yanked, forcing him to lift his head. The moment he
did, she leaned in and murmured against his lips, "Want
you so bad," before she covered his mouth with hers in a
kiss as intense as their previous one.
She felt Mulder's hand glide along her outer thigh, his
fingers sliding beneath her skirt to cup her leg just
above the underside of her knee and squeezing.
He seemed to tense in surprise, and she realized it was
because he had discovered the fact that she wore no
stockings or pantyhose. His kiss got even hotter then,
a groan rumbling up from deep inside his chest.
Lifting her leg at the same time he made a hitching motion
with his pelvis, he hooked her thigh over his hip. This
move knocked another book to the ground and also served to
situate the bulge of his very erect cock squarely against
her center.
Ohhhhhhh, her inner voice sighed. That felt *so* good.
If her eyes had been open, she knew they would have been
rolling back in her head.
Releasing one fistful of his hair, she swept her hand down
to clutch at his ass again. Which enabled her to grind
herself on his hardness while also squeezing with the leg
wrapped around him.
Suddenly Mulder moved, his other hand coming down to scoop
up her other leg. He raised her up so that she was riding
him, both his hands now supporting her weight by cupping
her ass. Without breaking or easing up on their kiss in
the slightest.
Scully hooked her ankles together and wrapped her arms
around his neck and tilted her head to one side, thereby
deepening the kiss even further.
They broke apart though, as he murmured, "This won't work."
He began walking. Jouncing her up and down on his cock,
sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her body, clear
up from her toes.
"I haul...you up...into my arms," he said jaggedly, their
noses bumping and his puffs of air blowing over her lips.
"And carry you..."
His hands had shifted to her hips just as she felt a hard,
firm surface against her derriere.
"...over to my table."
One left her hip and slid up her back, finding the clip in
her hair and releasing it, the locks of her hair tumbling
down about her face. The soft clatter as he put the clip
aside was a faint, distant noise. He kissed her again, a
hard, brief lip melding, before he gently but urgently
guided her backwards until her spine touched the table.
Describing it to her verbally as he did.
"I lie you back against the table."
Her back arched momentarily as she felt the cold through her
shirt, and her arms fell to the sides, flung out in wanton
surrender.
With her legs still wrapped around him, her ass hung off the
table's edge. The thin material of her skirt was already up
around the tops of her thighs, thus revealing a glimpse of
her panties. Mulder's body was snug against hers, helping
to hold her in position. A position that left Mulder's hands
free.
Scully had opened her eyes partway when her back had met the
oak, and now she watched through desire-slitted, heavy lids
as he brought those hands to her hips once more.
He splayed his fingers out over her pelvis, his thumbs
touching each other, brushing over her mound in the process.
She arched anew, a rolling motion of her hips, hoping to
encourage him to touch her further.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured, his eyes meeting hers. "You like that,
Scully?" At her nod, he chuckled, and moved his thumbs just
slightly. "How about this?"
She shivered and rolled her hips again, sighing his name.
"Not yet, baby," he told her, his eyes dropping to her chest,
which was thrust forward due to her position on the table.
His hands left her hips, smoothing over the waistband of her
skirt and up her torso, to palm both breasts, cupping and
squeezing, pushing them up and together. He bent at the
waist, and buried his face in her enhanced cleavage, inhaling
deeply.
The action sent fresh shivers coursing through her body from
the sensation of his breath washing over her skin. Her
already turgid nipples puckered unbearably tighter, her bra
both a tormenting restraint and an erotic tease.
Straightening again, his hands plucked at her shirt, leisurely
tugging it from under her waistband until the tails had been
pulled completely free of her skirt. His fingers then moved
to the buttons, methodically releasing each one from its hold.
"I unbutton your shirt," he began again. "Slowly, starting at
the top and working my way to the very last one."
That done, his hands slid beneath the two halves of the shirt,
causing the muscles of her abdomen to bunch and jump with
delight, and moved ever upward, brushing the material aside.
"I open it, and feast my eyes on your breasts..."
Her breathing was fast and shallow, and she was trembling from
the heat of his gaze, concentrated on her lace-covered breasts
now. They seemed to swell even further, almost spilling from
the cups of her bra, her nipples poking through the lace trim.
"...I have to touch them..."
His hands moved to do so, squeezing them as he had moments ago
through her shirt.
"...and taste them..."
Mulder bent over again, hands sliding down to frame her ribcage.
First planting a kiss dead-center on her chest, he then turned
his head to one side, his tongue darting out to trace over the
rise of one breast. Following it up, to flick at her nipple
before drawing it into his mouth and suckling, through the lace.
An electrical current seemed to surge through her, straight
to her core. She cried out with the extraordinary sensation,
and her hands came up to clutch at his head, holding him to
her, a silent plea for him to continue. Her hips moved as
well, so that she rubbed against his erection, which was now
pressed into her lower belly.
He retaliated with a swiveling motion of his own hips as his
teeth scraped over her nipple before letting it fall from
his mouth. In seconds he had licked his way over to her other
breast, his tongue sliding beneath the cup of her bra to draw
that nipple into his warm mouth.
After he had played for a long moment, alternately rolling it
with his tongue and sucking, he released it to lick down to
the front clasp of her bra. Instead of opening it, he merely
nuzzled there before moving downward, speaking against the
tender skin just above her navel.
"I taste more of your skin, teasing your belly button." His
tongue darted in, circled and retreated once, twice, three
times, making her jump and moan. "Moving downward..."
Her hands had fallen aside when his head left her breasts, and
she flexed her fingers, nails scraping over the table, her body
now one quivering mass of anticipation.
Mulder lifted up slightly, skimming his hands along her thighs
to push her skirt up further, completely baring her lower half
to his gaze. Her legs fell from their hold around him, sprawling
open shamelessly. "I push your skirt out of the way, staring at
the scrap of lace that covers you. Sitting down in the chair
behind me, I..."
As he spoke, he was acting out his words, sinking down onto the
edge of the chair he had been using earlier and leaning forward.
He then pressed his lips to her very center in an open-mouthed
kiss, through the lycra and lace of her thong panties.
Scully cried out. A high, thin, wailing cry of surprised shock
and excitement that ended in an approximation of his name.
Moisture pooled in her center, and she wondered vaguely if Mulder
could smell the scent of her arousal.
Her head lolled on the table as he eased up the pressure of his
mouth and murmured, "...kiss you there." Each word a puff of
hot air over her mound that sent a fresh wave of shivers through
her body.
She bucked slightly when his fingers began slowly stroking up
and down her legs.
"My hands touch your soft skin," he said a moment later.
A light, fluttery contact running from the tops of her knees to
just a little past mid-thigh, and back again, over and over.
Never straying closer to the place she wanted his touch the most.
Until she emitted a mewling plea, "Mulderrrrrr..."
"Then I let my thumbs brush over your panties," his voice caressed
her mind as his hands caressed her body. "And again, with more
pressure."
More, more, more. She was chanting the word in her mind, while
her body was making its own non-verbal demands - her hips
thrusting and legs flexing.
Whether he was following these clues, or following his own path,
Mulder let his fingers glide up the edges of her panties, his
thumbs easing beneath the lycra when he reached the top band.
Curling his fingers around the strip of material, he gave a
gentle tug, before beginning to inch them down.
"I start to remove your panties..." He paused, a deep rumble
emanating from his chest, and then continued, huskily growling
his next words, "and discover that my sexy librarian is wearing
a thong."
She had opened her eyes when he had started playing with her
panties, her head still on the table, but turned in such a way
that she could watch him, and she saw the look of raw, unbridled
lust that crossed his face. It was rather thrilling - knowing
she was the cause of that lust, and that she would soon feel its
effect.
"I decide to leave the thong on."
"Jesus, Mulder!" she hissed out, and nearly came then. Inhaling
deeply, she intoned, "No more teasing. Fuck me. Now."
His eyebrows leapt upwards, almost comically, and a slow grin
curved his lips. "My librarian has a dirty mouth, and likes
to give orders."
Releasing her panties with a snap that made her jump, he slid
his hands down her thighs to fall away, and got to his feet.
Close enough that the rough yet soft denim of his jeans brushed
her inner thighs.
"I must obey."
Hands coming up to the waistband of his Levi's, he started
to work on his belt.
Scully could hear and *feel* the snick of the supple leather
sliding through the loop all down her spine, and her back
arched briefly in reaction. Coming up on her elbows, she
watched avidly as his long fingers finished that task and
moved to the top button of his button-fly.
But instead of proceeding with unbuttoning his jeans, he
surprised her by instead untucking his chambray shirt from
his jeans, the tails now covering the unbuckled belt and
waistband. Smirking a little, he brought his hands to his
chest and began to undo the tiny tortoise-shell buttons as
methodically as he had unbuttoned her blouse minutes ago.
Finally he reached the last one, and the shirt fell partly
open, showing tantalizing glimpses of his olive-tinted skin.
Her mouth went dry as she imagined pressing sucking kisses
on his flesh, and slowly moving southward.
"My hands then get busy undoing my jeans," he said.
Again she experienced that sensation of both hearing and
feeling the little metal disc pop free, her back shivering
once more. Each subsequent 'pop' sent further delicious
shudders through her, originating from that ultra-responsive
spot on her spine.
The smile that had remained on his lips, and the glint in
his eyes as he held her gaze, told her Mulder was fully
aware of her reactions, and that he was pleased by them.
Aroused by them.
Which further heightened her own excitement.
When the last button was freed from its mooring, Mulder
brought his hands back up to his waistband, and hooked his
thumbs underneath. Wiggling, he slowly tugged downward,
revealing a strip of his bare, taut abdomen, his eyes still
locked on hers.
It also revealed he was naked beneath the jeans.
Her breathing grew even more labored. For she loved when
Mulder went commando.
"I watch you as I begin to pull my jeans down, and I see
you notice that I'm not wearing anything beneath them. And
I can tell how much this turns you on."
She thought it quite likely that if she were any more turned
on, she'd spontaneously combust.
No longer able to stare into his eyes, her gaze dropped to
watch what else he was going to reveal as he lowered his
jeans to mid-thigh.
His erection sprang free, thick and engorged with blood, to
bob gently in the air.
"My cock is so hard," he murmured. "Hard for you." His
fingers encircled his width with unabashed ease. "I wrap
my hand around it and squeeze gently."
Her inner muscles clenched and released, as if his cock
were already sheathed deep within her, not in the grasp of
his own hand. She was more than ready to start the journey
towards their mutual pleasure, had been hovering on the
fine edge of arousal since arriving at the library.
"I start to stroke myself," Mulder said next, and did, the
motions oddly graceful, and so very beautiful.
Incredible to watch, and yet an exquisite torment. A torment
she had to end.
Lifting her legs, Scully hooked them around his, just above
his knees, growling, "Now, Mulder."
A tiny grunt of surprise left his lips as this action brought
him forward those last scant inches, his upper thighs now snug
against her lower body. Their eyes locked once more, briefly,
before his gaze slid down her body like a caress.
"Releasing my cock, I bring my hands to your hips and smooth
them down over your panties."
Her pelvis thrust in reaction, a quick snap upwards before
she fell back to the table. She moaned then, for the fingers
of one of his hands slid beneath the lycra and tugged her
panties to the side, baring her sex to him.
"I pull your panties aside."
Those same fingers then stroked once, twice, over her slick
heat before he spoke again, suiting action to words. "Taking
my cock in hand again, I guide it to your opening."
Just that light contact - the head of his cock brushing her -
sent fire through her body. Her pelvis lifted again, in an
attempt to urge him to plunge inside.
"You are so...wet." The words were ragged, and contained a
hint of wonderment, and pride. His breathing was choppy.
"My cock glides...easily inside."
The statement ended on a moan as he was fully sheathed within
her, his eyes snapping shut and his head falling back.
Scully moaned as well, and her legs tightened around his,
heels digging into the backs of his thighs, urging him to
start moving.
Which he did, saying, "I begin to thrust," as his hands moved
to grip her hips.
Slow, steady strokes where he withdrew until only the tip
of him remained inside her, and then slid back to be buried
deep again.
"I tease...us both." This was said as he looked into her
eyes, a little grin playing on his lips. "Knowing it drives
you wild."
It certainly did. "More, Mulder," she husked out, her pelvis
rising and falling with each of his thrusts, and her inner
muscles clenching tighter around his cock. "More!"
"Yes, ma'am," he gritted out, and complied, his hips picking
up speed. "I give you...more...as you requested."
But with the force of these thrusts, she started to slide
back on the table, away from him, even with his hold on her
hips.
Ever resourceful and creatively kinky, Mulder's right hand
moved, to glide along her left leg until he reached about
mid-thigh. Encircling it, he lifted her leg until her knee
was bent over his shoulder, leaning into her as his palm
came down to slap the table to brace his weight. He renewed
his faster thrusts, and her heel bounced against his back as
their bodies rocked together.
Scully had grabbed his left forearm with her right hand
when he began to move, while her right leg remained hooked
around his thighs, and this new positioning held her in
place.
It also served to allow his cock to penetrate even deeper,
and his pubic bone to repeatedly bump her clit.
"God!" she almost-screamed at the exquisite feeling of his
hardness driving into her, nudging at the entrance to her
womb, and pressing on that little sensitized bundle of
nerves at the top of her vulva. "Yes, Mulder." She sucked
in air, and then ordered, "Harder."
"I thrust harder," he grunted, and began slamming into
her.
"Faster," she demanded, her eyes scrunched shut and her
fingers digging into the flexing muscles of his arm.
"I thrust faster."
"Mulder, God, yes," she called out as the pace of his
strokes increased. "Yes. Mulder. Yes!" Each outcry
was in response to his cock driving into her body, and
her rapidly building orgasm.
In response to her rather loud vocalizations, Mulder
moved his left hand from her hip, slamming it down onto
the table near her head. This caused her to reopen her
eyes and release the grip on his forearm.
She clutched at him again, her fingers curling around
his bicep when he leaned into her even more. Arching
her back, she brought her other leg up to wrap around
his lean waist.
Her breasts now brushed his chest with each thrust, and
the leg he had bent up and hooked over his shoulder had
been pushed closer to her body and very wide. As if he
were attempting to fold her in half.
It felt incredible.
Apparently it felt the same for Mulder. His thrusts had
become sloppy, uncontrolled. Wild. A litany of low
growls accompanied each of those thrusts.
The sounds Mulder emitted during sex had always accelerated
her arousal, and it was no different now. They resounded
through her body.
She also loved to watch his face as he neared his own
release, despite the fire within her, the urgency to reach
climax herself.
Seeing his eyes scrunched shut and his mouth twisted in a
grimace of concentration and pleasure, and the tiny beads
of sweat that dotted his temples, further energized her.
Sent electricity zinging along every nerve ending, and had
her bucking her pelvis upwards almost frantically.
"Feeling you watching me, I open my eyes." Mulder spoke
then in a voice like gravel, and Scully saw him force
his eyelids up to focus his smoky gaze on her face, on
her eyes. He never once slowed the frenetic pace of his
strokes, and in fact, increased them. "I know that you
want to see me lose it, but I want *both* of us to lose
control."
His mouth twisted on a moan as her muscles convulsively
tightened on his shaft, and he got out, "You...first."
With that, Mulder added a little swivel of his hips on the
downward plunge of each thrust. Changing the pressure on
her clit and finding her g-spot at the same time.
It was everything all at once, and it was enough for her
mind and body to take that last step. Her orgasm thundered
through her, and she came apart.
Crying out his name, her fingers dug into the flesh of his
arm. Arching, she dug her heels into his back as her inner
walls pulsed around him.
Rhythm faltering briefly, Mulder groaned, "Scuh-leeee," and
then renewed his efforts, his eyes once again closed. "I
can feel...you," he gritted out next, hips bucking almost
uncontrollably. "Squeezing my...cock."
Residual aftershocks still had her insides fluttering, while
adrenaline and arousal continued to course through her veins,
spurred on by Mulder's impending orgasm.
Crooning, "Come for me, Mulder," she aided him by contracting
her muscles - effectively milking his cock.
"I...must obey!" he uttered hoarsely.
Hips jerking, he spilled his seed within her, another guttural
groan that was her name escaping from his mouth in long, drawn-
out syllables.
Body quivering from the intensity of his release, he slowly
eased her leg from his shoulder, pressing a kiss on the inside
of her knee before lowering her thigh to the table, her calf
and foot dangling over the edge. Then he collapsed atop her,
his right cheek resting on her left shoulder.
Panting his breaths into her neck, raising gooseflesh that had
her shivering, and bringing her arms up to encircle his back.
They stayed that way for a long moment, until Scully finally
had to shift. His weight was pressing her rather uncomfortably
into the unrelenting table, and now that she was down from her
orgasmic high, the pain couldn't be ignored.
Mulder grunted, and turned his head so that he could kiss her
collarbone. "That was..." he began, his voice both euphoric
and exhausted, and exhaled a gusty sigh.
"Yeah," she agreed. "It was." Letting her hands fall from
him, she squirmed again.
He got the hint, lifting himself off her with another groan
and straightening, one hand going to his back as it creaked.
"Sorry about that," he said, smiling boyishly at her when
their eyes met.
"Don't be," she told him, returning the smile. Rising to her
elbows was completed with some difficulty, her muscles
protesting.
After pulling his jeans up and over his lean hips, carefully
tucking himself inside the denim with a slight grimace, he
dug in one pocket, fishing out a white hankie. "Here," he
said, and held it out to her.
She accepted it with grateful thanks, and proceeded to clean
herself up and right her clothes. Realizing with some shock
and no small amount of scandalized pride that she had remained
fully clothed during their interlude.
Mulder, his shirt buttoned and tucked, found her hair clip
on the table and held it while she smoothed the wrinkles
from her blouse and skirt. While she quickly fixed her hair,
he shrugged into his jacket and then gathered his belongings
together.
When he was ready, they went to the desk where she had first
sat, and he waited while she retrieved her glasses and slipped
her coat on, before they headed out of the library.
Mulder waited patiently off to one side as Scully followed her
friend's instructions to the letter in locking up, pocketing
the keys which would be picked up early the next morning, and
then they headed outside.
Scully felt Mulder's eyes on her, and glanced at him as they
walked side-by-side in the parking lot, towards their respective
vehicles.
"You know, Scully," he said conversationally, "I've got lots
of other fantasies about you and me."
"Welllll, Mulder," she drawled. "I've got a few of my own."
THE END
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