From: Silk1023@aol.com Title: "Shake Your Egg Thing II" Author: Sara (silk1023@aol.com) Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None except for DD's 2/26 appearance on Leno. Keywords: MSR, Smut Summary: The revelations at the nightclub continue...and get personal. Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will. Wish I did. But I don't. Sigh. Author Note: Demand for this was overwhelming. You wanted it, you got it. So here it is. And it's probably not the end. This is taking longer than I thought to tell. But oh, how our hero and heroine love the anticipation...as does this author. Hopefully you will too! Enjoy! ********************************************* Scully had lost track of how many Margarita's she'd consumed in the past few hours. All she knew was that she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. And it was all from watching Mulder ‘shake' whatever it was he was shaking on stage. She had given up all pretense of friendliness in the past hour, snapping at anyone that came near her, anyone detracting her from watching Mulder. Ever since he'd met her gaze, and returned all the desire she was feeling, sending her body spinning off the edge, she hadn't been able to take her eyes off him. And Mulder knew it. In fact, he was actually playing up to that fact. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. He was gyrating to the beat, closing his eyes, shaking his, whatever it was, and just in general, sending off incredibly sexy vibes, aimed straight at her. Of that she had no doubt. It was making her body an inferno. But she still hadn't moved from her spot. She'd admitted she wanted more than just friendship from her partner of six years. There was no denying it, or going back now. But still, she couldn't quite get up the courage to move closer to the stage. Some little vestige of fear still remained, even though she knew it was stupid, faced with the desire so obvious now between them both. For God's sake, the man had seen her getting off on his performance! Literally. She felt a shudder rack her body as she remembered the feel of going under, locked in his gaze, knowing he was watching her climax and loving every minute of it. She closed her eyes a moment, willing her body back to some form of order, not even noticing when the waitress placed another Margarita in front of her, departing quickly. Scully smiled as she grabbed the drink, and turned her attention back to the stage. And immediately felt a spark of annoyance flare as she watched yet another woman reach out to try and grab Mulder, screaming and yelling in his face. She watched as Mulder smiled and leaned over to brush a kiss across the woman's cheek, pulling back quickly, as if giving it no other thought. She knew he wasn't, he was just playing up a part...but still... She couldn't sit here and let those, those, groupies make a play for her man. She stopped a moment, savoring the taste of those words, "her man." She liked it. She liked it a lot. She smiled to herself as she met his gaze again, feeling another shudder as he winked at her slyly. Suddenly, another woman reached out for him, and this time, he only reached to shake her hand. He went to pull back, when, to Scully's surprise, she saw the woman yank him forward, setting him off balance a bit, then kissing him full on the mouth. She saw red. Not at Mulder, she could tell he'd been ‘pulled' into it...but red hot anger at the woman. How dare she? Couldn't she see that Mulder wasn't interested in her? But then again, it didn't look like he was trying to pull away quickly... It was time for action. Taking a deep breath, only able to see the woman pulling at Mulder, she rose from the table, grabbing onto it as a wave of dizziness hit her. She'd really had too much to drink. But she didn't care. Right now, her main priority was to get Mulder back on HIS main priority. Namely her. Screw rational thought. Scully managed to weave her way through the crowd, noticing that Mulder had finally managed to reclaim his lips and was back to singing. She could tell the moment he realized she wasn't at the table, by the way his eyes started darting around the room frantically. He didn't stop singing, or shaking, (what WAS that thing in his hand?) but for one who knew him so well, she knew he was panicking. She smiled to herself. She would put an end to that in just a few moments. She finally managed to make it through the crowd, and to the front of the stage. After she stomped or pushed most of the way there. She was undeterred. Her goal was right in front of her. She set about claiming it. Feeling no remorse, she pushed her way through the gaggle of women grouped in front of Mulder, ignoring the curses and shoves she was getting. She simply pushed back harder. She knew how to do that, it came as second nature in their line of work. Ignoring everything but the man in front of her, she managed to reach the front of the stage, feeling the surging bodies behind her push her against the hard wood. She lost her breath for a moment at the impact, then caught it, looking up, and willing his gaze to move down to hers. She lost her breath again as their unspoken communication jumped into action, and his eyes lasered down to lock with hers. God! It was even hotter up here. Added to the fact his jeans clad hips were shaking nearly right in front of her. She felt every nerve in her body go on red alert, as she let her mind roam free, noticing the bulge that was growing in the front of those jeans as her gaze remained fixed on them. Feeling fiery heat course through her body, she licked her lips, fingers clenching around the edge of the stage, trying to maintain some semblance of control. A plan doomed to failure as she saw Mulder move directly for her. She gave it up then, letting her body, and her heart lead. She was feeling too reckless, too turned on to stop now. The fear was gone. Replaced by desire, and the surety that he felt as much love for her as she did for him. Passion was the emotion at the moment, but she could see, looking into his eyes, that love motivated them both. Her heart was freed in that moment, as were her inhibitions. A wicked look came over her face as he drew nearer, and she threw caution to the winds, stretching out her hands to him, like she'd seen all the other females tonight do. She knew the moment it all registered in his eyes, turning them into black pools as he came closer. If she'd had any piece of mind left, she'd have looked at what was in his hand, what he was shaking, she'd been so curious earlier. But, there was nothing in her mind but Mulder now. Moving closer, his toned, lean body coming towards hers as the band's rhythm turned seductive. She gave him her sexiest smile as he reached her, and her body leapt as she saw the desire flaming in his look. She held out her hands again, expecting him to lean down to meet her, like he had the others, when he surprised the hell out of her, yet again this night. She felt an electric shock go through her body as his hands grasped hers, it took her breath away so strong was the sexual current. Then, with one tug, he pulled her up onto the stage. It was quite a feat, she thought, as her feet left the ground, following where her heart had been all night. She caught her breath as she finally came to rest on the stage, then lost it again as he pulled her hard against him and crushed his mouth to hers. Stars exploded before her eyes as she kissed him back. His mouth was hot on hers, demanding and erotic, kissing her as if he'd done it for years. It wasn't a first, tentative kiss. It wasn't even a strong second one. It was a ‘I'm-gonna-throw-you-on-the-floor-and-make-you-scream-for-mercy" kiss, exchanged between two people who had been lovers a long time. She groaned as she felt his tongue probing for entrance and she gladly gave it. She moaned again as his tongue swept through her mouth, dueling with her own now, claiming her mouth as his. Not that it had ever been anyone else's, but it was now marked with his "Mulder stamp" of possession. The feelings coursing through her were incredible. She'd never known a kiss could incite her this much. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even tighter against her. She pressed her body closer to his, till she couldn't tell where he began and she ended. She could feel the hard tips of her breasts pressing against his chest, and she unconsciously rubbed herself against him, loving the moan she felt vibrate from his throat to hers at the motion. She kissed him as if she was starved for him, kissed him as she'd dreamed of for the past six years. She felt another moan grow in the back of her throat as his teeth scraped her lower lip, mouths turning nearly feral in the need to absorb and inhale each other through this kiss. She cried out into his mouth as she felt his leg slip between hers, and she immediately got lost in the sensation, finding her hips pressing against him frantically. She heard his own moan, muffled by her lips now as he moved her against his thigh, moving in time to the music, creating an even more heavenly form of music throughout her body. She was going to lose it. Literally. Right here and now. She'd already lost control once tonight, simply from his look. Now, feeling his body pressed against hers, his mouth locked on hers, she knew she was close to losing it again. She knew he had to feel the wetness between her thighs, her own body responding to the rock hard bulge of him, pressing against her thigh now. She was losing it. Obviously, so was Mulder as he pulled her hips harder against his, managing to slide a hand over her ass, bringing her even harder against him, growling at the tremors she knew he must be able to feel wracking her body. Her hips were moving uncontrollably now, riding his leg for dear life, using his thigh as leverage, lost in everything but how good it felt to be arching against him, feeling his erection strong against her as well. Oh God! She was so close again. She just needed a little bit more...a little bit more... Suddenly, she felt Mulder thrust his thigh upwards, as he bent her body backwards in a dip, along with the music, mouth never leaving hers. And that was all it took. That thrust hit paydirt as she felt her body contract, then explode, her thighs clenching tightly around his leg. She felt the tremors rocking her body as Mulder continued to absorb her moans into his mouth, never breaking their kiss. Her climax seemed to go on forever. The tremors wouldn't stop. And she was loath to make them. Finally, after a few moments, she felt her body begin to come back to earth, feeling Mulder pull her up against him again. Finally, he pulled away, gasping for breath as well, then pulled her chin up so their eyes locked once again. The desire in his eyes took her breath away. It also sent her body flying again as she read the enjoyment and the arousal her actions had caused in him. She could feel the result, still pressed tightly against her. She wondered what he was thinking. Then he smiled the devastating "Fox Mulder" smile. The one with teeth. Something one saw very rarely. It made her heart rate triple as she clung to him, too weak to do more than that, trying to get her breath back and her rampant hormones under control. She suddenly became aware of their surroundings, noticing the band was still playing, though she was getting some knowing smiles from the drummer and lead guitarist. She felt a blush creep over her as she turned to see the packed house cheering and cat calling, the women in front of her looking murderously back at her. And the faces of the women from the bureau, staring in rapt fascination along with the rest. Oh God! What had she done? She knew the embarrassment was back in her eyes as she managed to meet Mulder's gaze again, still not letting go of the tight hold she had on him. It felt too good, even though it could be disastrous if someone else saw them. Suddenly, she felt the fear subside as Mulder leaned in to brush a light kiss over her lips. Her body again jumped at the sensations this sent through her system. "Don't worry Scully...just feel...everything else will come from there..." he whispered as he moved her back towards the front of the stage. She was reluctant to let go of him, not wanting to ever leave his arms. A dangerous thought, but one she couldn't suppress any more. "Don't leave...I'll come find you as soon as this set's done...just sit somewhere...secluded...where people won't be able to disturb us...I've got some catching up to do..." he whispered seductively in her ear before he gently lifted her off the stage, into his arms, and with one final kiss, gently set her back on the crowded floor. Scully's mind was ringing, her body pulsing, everything in her aching for him to make good on those words. Mind nearly blown at the thought of just how he could make good on them in some secluded part of this ‘anything goes' club. She was shaking with desire as her feet touched the ground. She clung to Mulder's hand for a moment, reluctant to let go, almost afraid it was all a dream, and that she'd wake up soon. But she felt the desire, and the hope as he kissed her hand before winking at her as he returned to his microphone. She sighed shakily as she tried to collect herself, feeling the crush of bodies around her. Everything in her ached for Mulder. Even after two explosive climaxes this evening...she was already aching for more. She didn't know if she could make it through the rest of this set. Not after that experience. She'd never done anything like that in her life. Never. How mortifying. But how amazing. Surprisingly, she felt no regrets. None whatsoever. She wondered for a moment if it was really her inside her body. This was so un-Scullylike. Then she smiled as she remembered feeling Mulder against her as she came. God she wanted that man! Loved him beyond reason. So much that she really didn't care who saw them. Well, she'd certainly proved to those other women that Mulder was unavailable. She smiled to herself at the thought. With that thought in mind, she started pushing her way back through the crowd, looking for any deserted booth in some corner, feeling Mulder's eyes following her as she went. She ignored the catcalls and slaps on the back she was receiving from the crowd who'd witnessed that kiss, mind focused only on finding a secluded place where Mulder could "catch up" to her. Finally, she spotted a corner booth, just out of the main traffic pattern, but with a clear view of the stage. Perfect. She slid into the seat, motioning for the waitress and ordering another Margarita, and after a moment, a screwdriver along with it. She knew Mulder would be needing something soothing for his throat after all that singing. And the screwdriver was just the start. With a truly wicked grin, she settled back to watch the end of the set, noticing Mulder's eyes, when not closed, always unerringly seemed to be focused on her. Oh, the plans she was making in her head as she waited for the music to end! As the song came to a close, she felt herself reach a fever pitch of excitement. Everything in her was aching, her panties were soaked with the evidence of her excitement. She could feel her body humming, feel herself getting more and more aroused, breasts aching and taunt, mouth swollen and ready for another mind blowing kiss, as she watched the band acknowledge the applause then turn to leave the stage. Nearly frantic now, she locked her gaze with Mulder's watching him step off the stage, ignoring everyone clamoring around him, heading straight for her, his gaze never wavering. On his way, some distant part of her noticed he'd slipped whatever it was he was ‘shaking' into his pocket. She made a foggy mental note to ask him what it was when he got there. But that was quickly forgotten as he suddenly appeared in front of her, tall and sexy, eyes burning with desire, gaze locked to hers. She took a deep breath and held out her hand. ****************************************************** End of part two (Okay, I think I'm gonna make a series out of this...it just keeps lending itself to one, any objections from anyone? :) Feedback is welcomed!