From: "Amy McClure" 
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 13:55:36 CST
Subject: xfc: Games We Play - NC17
Source: xfc

From: "Amy McClure" 

Title: Games We Play
Author: Amy McClure
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual content
Keywords: Just a smut biscuit
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Moose and Squirrel get nasty.
Distribution: Anywhere is fine, just let me know so I can come visit.
Feedback: Yes please!!! mulder89@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been never will be.

WARNING: Graphic sex ahead. Not meant for the young or squeamish.

xxxxx


He is coming for me. I feel his intense desire as if he were already here 
with me. I can almost see him picturing what he will soon do to me as he 
makes his way through the darkened city streets.

I can feel his hot breath on my lips; my nipples harden in response to his 
yet unfelt touch. My desire pools inside me and my body screams louder with 
each second that ticks by while I wait.

He is almost here and I now know exactly what he wants and how he wants it. 
Some nights he comes to just hold me - perfectly content with spooning up 
behind me - other nights he comes to make love to me slowly, tenderly. Other 
nights he never even touches me - just takes a seat in the chair in the 
corner and watches me drift off to dream of him.

None of those scenes will come to life tonight. No, tonight he wants it 
frenzied and rough. Tonight he wants me to fight him, pretend I don't want 
it. He will be rough with me, but he won't truly hurt me. Not physically - 
never physically.

Tonight, as every night the desire strikes him, he will take what he wants 
and disappear again into the shadows. Some may think him selfish and 
unfeeling for doing so, but I am an all too willing participant in his 
little game.

These sporadic nights of passion are all he is able to give me now. Someday 
we will have more, but now it is impossible. The promise of more to come has 
been made, not spoken by either of us, but I know it is there.

It's just not our time yet.

I feel him close now and I hear his key turn in the deadbolt. I say nothing 
as he rushes into my bedroom and, without hesitation, forces me down onto 
the bed.

I give him the best look of horror I can as I tell him no. Over and over 
again, I tell him no, no no!!

For this is what he most desires from me tonight. I am more than willing to 
play my part in this fantasy of his.

He laughs as he tells me that yes, this will happen. You can fight all you 
want, he tells me, and it will do you no good.

His mouth meets mine in an attempt to silence my protests, but he does not 
yet succeed. I try to squirm my way away from him until he is forced to hold 
my face in his hands. His lips are searing hot against my own, and I am 
unable to keep my lips closed to him for long.

I grant him entry and his tongue begins to delve into every spot he can 
reach in my mouth. My mind tells me that tonight I need to be passive and 
let him do what he needs to do, but my body cannot obey. My tongue meets his 
as we both begin the duel for control.

I close my lips around his probing tongue and suck until he pulls out of me. 
His eyes are dark with ferocious desire and I can't help the moan that 
escapes my lips.

"You've been a bad girl Scully."

"No."

"It's time you pay."

"Mulder, no...no...no."

He presses his erection against my inner thigh. Oh god.

"Feel that?"

"Mmm."

"It's your fault. Now you pay."

With that, his hands reach up to the top button of my shirt. The fabric 
tears and a few of the buttons fly as he yanks it open. His cock twitches 
violently against my thigh when he sees I'm wearing nothing underneath.

"Bad, bad Scully."

"Mulder stop."

I wish I could make my voice sound more convincing, but I find myself 
capable of nothing more than a breathy whisper.

My hands reach up to grasp his shoulders. They make a feeble attempt to push 
him off of me. A wicked smile passes across his face as he begins to laugh.

"Think you can overpower me Scully? Do you really think you stand a chance?"

His hands grab mine and he forces them up over my head. This causes his 
upper body to come down on me and his face is mere inches from mine.

"We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Your choice."

"Get off me Mulder."

My voice once again betrays my true desire. My breath is coming out quick 
and ragged, and I feel my face and neck flush with excitement.

He shocks me as he abruptly gets off of me and stands at the foot of the 
bed.

"Mulder?"

"Get up."

"What?"

"Just do it!"

I can deny him nothing, so I do as I am told.

"Take your clothes off."

I slowly reach up and pull the shirt the rest of the way off. My gaze falls 
shyly to the floor as I cover my breasts with my hands. This is how the game 
needs to be played.

"Pants. Off. Now."

"No."

"Do it now."

As I said, I can resist him nothing. My jeans are pulled off and land in a 
crumpled heap at my feet. Now I stand before him in nothing but black lace 
panties.

"Panties Scully."

I shake my head no, sensing that he wants to discard the final garment 
himself. He takes off his leather jacket and lifts his shirt up over his 
head.

As he begins to walk toward me, I turn away, all the while telling him lies. 
"I don't want this Mulder. Don't do this. No. Please don't."

A strong hand lands on either shoulder and he turns me to face him. His 
right hand reaches down and grabs the flimsy material that covers me.

A near scream escapes me as he tears the garment off with one strong pull.

"Sit down on the edge of the bed."

I don't fight. He steps toward me while unbuttoning his jeans. I reach out 
to touch the bulge hidden inside, but he slaps my hand away before it 
reaches the intended target. The zipper is carefully taken down and he 
pushes his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs. God he is 
beautiful.

It's obvious what he wants me to do, but I will do nothing until I am told. 
It takes all the willpower in the world to sit passively by when his right 
hand encircles his cock and his other hand begins caressing my breast.

He keeps this up for a few minutes, knowing full well how much I love 
watching him touch himself. His hand starts at the base and makes an 
excruciatingly slow ascent up to the tip and back down again. All the while, 
his other hand is caressing my breast just how he knows I like it.

He steps back from me momentarily to completely remove his clothes, and I 
can't help but whimper at the loss of contact. As he steps back toward me, 
his hands move to spread my knees apart, and he moves into the now open 
space.

"Give me what I want Scully."

I will, and I want to more than anything, but he doesn't want me to tell him 
that.

"No."

"Yes."

"Please don't make me do this Mulder."

His hand moves to the back of my head, and he forces it back with a gentle 
pull of my hair.

"Don't make me force you, because I will if I have to."

My mouth opens and he takes the opportunity to position his cock just 
inside. I take him as far inside as I can and begin my assault on him. His 
hand comes up and tangles in my hair as he whispers my name. Just my name, 
over and over again.

I bring my right hand up to circle the base of his cock and stroke the spots 
my mouth is neglecting. My tongue does vicious circles around the head and I 
steal a glance up at him. The sight I see takes my breath away. Those 
beautiful eyes of his are cast downward to watch me, and the love and desire 
I see in them brings tears to my eyes. His face is flushed and sweat has 
formed on his brow. Mulder aroused is the most beautiful sight my eyes have 
ever beheld.

Before I can even process what is happening, he has thrown me back onto the 
bed and is poised to enter me.

"You want this Scully?"

I shake my head no, fearing my voice will betray my true need.

"I think you do."

With that, he fills me with one quick thrust.

"God Mulder."

My mind barely registers the fact that I'm supposed to be fighting this for 
him, but I cannot do it. The feeling of this man inside me is like nothing 
I've ever felt before. Everything is right with the world as long as I have 
him where he belongs.

He thrusts into me slowly - nearly pulling completely out before filling me 
again. His eyes are burning into mine and the intensity of his gaze almost 
pushes me over the edge. After a few minutes, his thrusts become faster and 
less rhythmic. I am close, so damn close, and I nearly scream with 
frustration when he pulls out of me.

"Mulder please don't stop."

"Turn over."

"What?"

"On your hands and knees Scully. Now."

Once again, I oblige his every whim.

A yelp escapes me as he brings his hand down hard on my ass. Jesus. Mulder 
is spanking me.

"You like that don't you?"

Spank.

"Want another one?"

Spank.

Oh Jesus.

Without a word, he again impales me with his cock. Any tenderness he may 
have been showing a few minutes ago is gone as he thrusts into me like a man 
possessed. He's pumping me so hard I think I may split in two, but it feels 
like heaven.

He's not going to last much longer at this rate, and I need just a little 
touch to set me off. I try to lift one hand off the bed, but find I need 
both hands to anchor myself against Mulder's fevered assault.

Sensing my dilemma, he reaches one hand down and expertly finds the perfect 
spot. Just a few strokes and a quick tug are all it takes, and I am coming 
hard as he steadies me from behind.

I feel Mulder's body tense and he shouts my name as he finds his true 
release.

I wish he could feel the sensations I do when he comes. The feel of his 
hardness twitching inside me followed by the warmth of his love entering 
into me is beyond words.

He gently leans us both forward until I am lying face down on the bed. His 
face nuzzles my neck and he makes no move to pull himself out of me.

His fingers are lazily running up and down the length of my arm and the 
tenderness with which he holds and nuzzles me leaves me virtually helpless.

I do not kid myself, however. I know he will not stay with me, no matter how 
badly I want him to. The professional boundaries and walls need to be built 
back up overnight so we can resume our business tomorrow.

We never speak of these encounters. I have wanted to for so long, but I know 
that is a line neither one of us is ready to cross.

My body becomes suddenly cold as Mulder lifts himself off of me and begins 
to dress. I can't help the tears that spring to my eyes, and I turn my head 
away from him so he does not see my shameless display of need and hurt.

The bed sags beside me, and before I am able to turn from him, his fingers 
gently wipe the tears that are falling from my eyes.

"Stay with me Mulder."

My voice sounds so needy and pitiful as I say these words to him, I fear he 
will leave and never come back.

"Soon Scully. Our time will come soon."

His finger meets my chin and forces me to face him. He places one sweet, 
gentle kiss to my lips and then once again gets up off the bed.

My need to see him just one more time makes me roll over onto my side with a 
pillow curled under my head. I have never felt more vulnerable or needy as I 
watch his eyes rake over my naked body.

"Mulder."

"Soon Scully. I promise."

He raises a finger to his lips in an effort to silence any further protest 
as he makes his way out of the bedroom.

The words that fall from his mouth just before he retreats from my room will 
both sustain and haunt me until the next time we are truly together again.

"I love you Scully."

With that, he closes the door and flips the switch that enshrouds me in 
darkness.

I let one last solitary tear fall before bringing myself back to reality and 
crawling under the covers. When I close my eyes, I see his face as clearly 
as if he stood before me. His parting words resonate through my head and I 
cannot help the smile that shines through my misery.

I feel his promise coming true. We will come together soon.

Soon.

xxxxx
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