Like A Red, Red Rose VI - Blushing Rose *NC-17* (1/1) by Audrey Cooper cooper_audrey@yahoo.com November, 1997 Summary: Mulder and Scully explore a new facet of their relationship. Spoilers: Nope. Classification/Rating: V. MSR. NC-17. Disclaimer: Blah, blah...oh, you're actually reading it. Ok, guys and gals, you know the drill... Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. They are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013 Productions, and have been used without permission. Author's notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any shape or form. ********************************************************************* Like A Red, Red Rose VI - Blushing Rose *NC-17* (1/1) by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com She was so close, but he couldn't seem to push her over the edge. "Let go, Scully." "I'm *trying*. I can't. I just--I can't." Her exasperation was plain. She was drawn up so tightly it felt like her skin would pop and she was panting like she'd just chased down a suspect. Her skin was flushed and glistened with sweat. "I want to, but sometimes I just *can't*." Mulder stopped moving, picking his head up from where it was nestled in her shoulder, and propped himself up on his elbows to look at her. "What do you do when you're alone?" "I..." His eyes widened as she looked away, her face flooded with color. "Masturbation is completely natural and normal, you know," he said, his voice level and low. "I know." Still, she avoided his eyes. "I'm a little embarrassed." "It's a private thing," he whispered in her ear. Scully nodded. "More intimate than this?" He thrust once more, then pulled out of her, lying on his side facing her. She moaned in frustration. He had teased her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink again and again, until she had been begging for release. Now she was as taut as a bowstring, her overstimulated body unable to attain the blessed relief of orgasm. "What do you think of me? I mean, of my touching myself?" As he spoke, he slid one hand down his chest, brushing against his nipples. They stood out in hard little points from his sweat slick flesh. "Um..." She licked her dry lips. Oh, *God*. Already at fever pitch, her body tightened even more, contracting around the emptiness he left. "Does this turn you off?" He turned onto his back, his other hand dipping between his own legs. He grasped his erection, slippery with her wetness. Scully couldn't stifle a moan as he began to stroke himself lightly, his hand sliding easily. "No. No, it doesn't." She watched with rapt attention as he brought his other hand down from his chest to cup his sac. "It's incredibly sexy. I used to imagine you doing this." Mulder studied her face while she watched his hands. "So what's the difference? The thought of you touching yourself is extremely arousing, Scully. You touching yourself while I watch..." His voice trailed off and his knuckles whitened as he grasped himself more tightly. "I could come just thinking about it." Shifting her gaze to his face, her eyes at half-mast, she moved one small hand toward her breast, then hesitated. This was something she had only ever done in secret, hiding the fact that she enjoyed her own touch even from herself. Although she knew logically that what he had said was true, emotionally she was anxious. Despite her level of frustration, she was still afraid to expose this part of herself. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, touching his tongue to hers, licking and nibbling at her lips until she lost some of her stiffness. "Please. Oh, Scully, please." Her trust pushed her hand further. Only with Mulder could she attempt to share this intimacy. Scully reached for a nipple and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting it hard, much harder than he would have dared. But she was on edge and couldn't feel a lighter touch. Her eyes stayed on his face as he gave a husky sound of excitement. Encouraged, she brought her other hand up and flicked her fingernails over the tips of her nipples. He watched as she arched her back, memorizing every small nuance of movement, and let go of his own flesh. Not yet. She closed her eyes and steeled herself, sliding one hand down to curve gently over her mound. Mulder's harsh groan echoed in her ears as she found her wet folds, her nub hard and aching under her fingers. Mulder reveled in the fact that she trusted him with this, sharing with him something so private. He was as fascinated by the changes in her face as he was excited by her small hands moving over her body. The slight frown on her lips and the tight pucker of concentration between her brows eased as she dipped two fingers into her softness, then rubbed in a quick circular pattern over her tiny, swollen bundle of nerves. She moaned, a small, breathy exhalation of sound, and he sensed that she was very quiet indeed when she pleasured herself. "Mulder...I need..." Her knees fell further apart, her other hand joining the first between her legs. It wasn't enough. She craved the deep penetration that he could give her, the rasping of his hard flesh against her sensitive internal tissues. She was empty...so empty. "What, Scully?" He bent and sucked hard at one of her nipples, remembering how rough she had been with them. A harsh cry escaped her as her hands worked faster. "What do you need?" "I need you inside me." "Not yet," he murmured, using his teeth carefully on her other nipple. There was nothing quiet about her now. "Please. Please. Pleasepleaseplease. Oh, *God*, Mulder! Please!" Her breasts heaved as she gulped air, her hands frantic. Mulder knocked them aside and set his mouth over her straining nubbin as he slid two fingers deep inside her hot silkiness, fluttering them quickly. Her hips left the bed as her internal muscles clamped down on his fingers in the forerunners of climax. "Now," he growled through clenched teeth, guiding the broad head of his shaft to her opening. He began to climax before he was completely inside her, the full glory of her orgasm bursting through her and echoing in the part of him that was buried within her, the sensation of her contracting around him sending him right over the edge. Other than their heavy breathing, silence reigned for a few minutes, then Mulder asked, "Hey. You ok?" He drew back slightly to keep from crushing her. His body partly disengaged from hers and she wiggled to draw him back inside. "I'm fine, Mulder." Oh, *shit*! His eyes flew to hers, his disconcertion plain. Her reply had been automatic, given without thought. She struggled to keep her own face passive at his reaction. He was always so sure that particular combination of words was a lie. In this case, it was the simple truth. "Scully?" She snorted with laughter, evicting him from her body with a slight pop as she doubled with giggles. "Oh, Mulder, the look on your face!" _____ End Author's Notes: You may have seen this story in an earlier form on the X-Press. Many thanks to my beta-readers, Deb and KL. Thanks are also due to Miki, Jill, lore and Lydia. I appreciate all of your suggestions -- even if I didn't take them all -- and your comments. Special thanks to Bob, for his support and inspiration. This is for every single one of you who ever bothered to write me a note (and yes, please do write another!) -- it's not just feedback for this writer. For those of you who are interested, the story titles in this series, which should be available at any of the wonderful Gossamer archives, (if you can't find them, mail me and I'll send them to you) are: Like A Red, Red Rose Like A Red, Red Rose II - Like The Melodie Like A Red, Red Rose III - Newly Sprung; Sweetly Play'd Like A Red, Red Rose IV - My Luve Is *NC-17* Like A Red, Red Rose V - Rosebud *NC-17* Like A Red, Red Rose VI - Blushing Rose *NC-17* So, please, let me know what you think... Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com M to S: "What *is* that look, Scully?" The X-Files, "Elegy"