From: PsychoKitty1@webtv.net
Date: Fri, 13 Feb 1998 01:09:17 GMT
Subject: Richter Scale.Rebecca.atxc
OK, this is my first attempt at posted fanfic. I saw Kelly's "Vibrator
challenge" and could not resist. This is NC-17, completely improbable,
relatively goofy, and totally tasteless. Please don't hold it against
me; I'll be the first to nominate it for a BADFIC Award.
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Richter Scale (Challenge) NC-17 by Rebecca
Dana Scully stood in the hotel shower, relaxing in the hot water's
high-pressure spray. She soaped herself lazily, letting the water
massage her scalp, when she heard a pounding at her bathroom door.
"Scully? You in there?"
Dana sighed; her head began to pound again. 'Can't I ever get a break
from him?' she wondered. 'Probably not.' She sighed again, slumping
her shoulders. Raising her voice over the sound of the running water,
she answered him. "What is it, Mulder?"
"What did you do with the casefile? I need to check something."
"It's in my suitcase, Mulder, in the pocket."
"What? I can't hear you."
Yelling over the shower, she repeated, "It's in my suitcase!"
Fox Mulder turned away from the bathroom door and saw her suitcase,
lying on her bed. He crossed to the bed and unzipped the suitcase open,
lifting the cover.
Mulder was stunned.
He knew that Scully was attractive; it was the first thing he noticed
about her. He just hadn't really thought that much about it lately.
But now, seeing all of her distinctly feminine undergarments forced him
to think about her attractiveness. In fact, her underwear seemed to be
forcing another part of him to notice as well. His pants were
tightening as his eyes drew in the sight of silk and satin, neatly
arranged tiny scraps of cloth which could barely cover his hand...
Scully wore thong underwear.
Shaking his head, and willing his erection away, he began to rifle
thorugh her clothing, looking for the casefile. He figured it was
probably on the bottom. His hands dug through the garments with
disregard; he simply wanted to find this casefile and _fast_. As his
mind began to go over the reasons for getting out of this suitcase
quickly, his hand touched something...
Something hard.
Something long.
Something--buzzing?
The object against his palm was wrapped in terrycloth, following its
cylindrical shape. It hummed in his hand, making his fingers grow
slightly numb. He shook his head again, refusing to let his brain make
the connection in his mind which would allow him to consciously
recognize the object in question.
It simply couldn't be true.
Dana lathered her hair with her strawberry shampoo, massaging her scalp
with her fingers. The spray of the shower beat against her back,
releasing the tension of her bunched muscles. She couldn't hear
anything from her bedroom; she figured Mulder was now in his hotel room
with the casefile. For some reason, she had a nagging thought in her
head about letting Mulder into her suitcase, some reason why she should
have gotten the casefile herself. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned
back into the water, letting the shampoo lather slide down her back...
Fox was hard. Very hard. He couldn't remember being this hard before.
His hand began to peel back the terrycloth wrapped around the buzzing
toy. He saw a flash of shiny black latex, and unwrapped the humming
object completely.
It was a vibrator.
A ten-inch, black latex, two-inch thick vibrator.
At the base of the vibrator was a dial; he twisted it clockwise and the
vibrating became faster. His cock jumped. Breathing heavily, he raised
the toy to his nose and sniffed...
'Oh, _God_!' His mind reeled. 'I can _smell her!"
He lowered the vibrator to his chest, holding it against the white
Oxford shirt above his nipple. His cock jumped again. He slid the toy
over his chest to his other nipple. His stomach muscles contracted with
the pleasure; he became aware of his hand against his cock. Rubbing his
erection through his pants, he slid the vibrator found one nipple to the
other, then down his spasming stomach to his waistline. He dipped
further and touched tip of Scully's vibrator to the head of his cock.
He almost came.
Unbuckling his pants, he quickly undid the button and zipper and let
them drop to his ankles. He began to trace the underside of his cock
with the vibrator, then held it against his balls as he surrounded his
cock with hand. He sat on Scully's bed, jerking his cock and rolling
his balls around in his sac with the vibrator, losing himself in the
feeling of it...
Rinsing the last of the conditioner from her hair, Dana turned off the
water and stepped out of her shower. She thought she heard a buzzing
sound, 'Must be the flourescent lights.' She wrapped a towel around her
hair, using the other towel to dry off her body. The buzzing sound
annoyed her, seemed too familiar...
'Oh, _God_!' she realized. 'He _found_it!'
Wrapping the spare towel around herself quickly and tucking it under her
armpit, Dana yanked open the bathroom door and rushed into the room.
Mulder was lying on her bed.
Jerking himself off...with her vibrator.
He had placed the toy along the underside of his cock and held them with
both hands as he masturbated. His eyebrows were furrowed and his teeth
caught his lower lip. As he concentrated on his impending orgasm, he
heard the bathroom door open. He opened his eyes, and saw Scully
standing before him, nearly naked.
His eyes took her in, roving from top to bottom, but when he saw her
leg...
He groaned and gripped his hands around his cock and the vibrator even
tighter, feeling his balls contract. Making eye contact with Scully, he
came, semen spurting from his cock into the air, over his shirt, over
his pants...on Scully's leg.
He lay on the bed, panting, eyes now closed, suddenly very embarassed.
He lowered one hand and twisted the vibrator's dial counter-clockwise,
turning it off. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Scully.
She was grinning.
"Scully, oh, God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Dana cut him off. "Mulder, OK, you're sorry, be quiet..."
"I didn't mean to...I'm sorry, I don't know what...
"Mulder, shut up. Don't worry about it."
"How can I ever make this up to you? Oh, God, Scully, I--"
"Mulder, you want to make this up to me?"
"Yes, Scully, yes. Anything, I'll do _anything_!"
Her eyebrow raised of its own accord. "Anything?"
"Yes! Anything!"
"Well, then," Dana replied while digging through her suitcase, "we're in
for an interesting evening." Her hand grabbed an object and raised it
to Mulder's view.
He swallowed; his mouth was dry. 'I _did_ promise _anything_,' he
thought.
Dana began to tie the object--a rather large strap-on dong--around her
waist. "Am I glad I remembered to bring _this_ as well..."
-End-
Well, let me know what you think, unless you find it irreprehensible--in
that case, I don't think I want to know! :)