Title: Possessions 2

Classification: MSR, SMUT and some H (I hope!)

Rating: NC-17 baby!

Warning!!!! This contains friendly bondage and other untraditional sexual stuff… I’m almost embarrassed to post this! Yes, almost was the key word.

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Mulder is letting himself in again. That’s ok, he always does now. Except when I’m not expecting him, then he knocks. He’s good about that. Of course almost every time he shows up without calling first I open the door to a pouty faced Mulder and he says something along the lines of ‘I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you.’ I’m surprised I manage to shut the door again before I throw him down on the floor and we stay there for a good half-hour.

He doesn’t say a word as he walks into the kitchen where I’m stirring rice. God… Sometimes I feel so domestic.

"Oof! Mulder!" I can’t help but laugh. Once again he has walked up wordlessly to me and wrapped me in a bear hug.

"Hi, sweetheart." This man loves his pet names…. He’s acting like I haven’t seen him in days when in fact its been about four hours. My feet aren’t touching the ground and I’m very tempted to wrap my legs around his waist, but I’ve been in this situation many times. If I do that he will have be pressed up against the refrigerator before I can even say the word refrigerator and all thoughts of dinner will be gone. Not that I’m complaining, but I got one hell of a bruise from the door handle last time.

"Ok let me down." I say patting his shoulder blade.

He grumbles but lets me slide to my feet. Then proceeds to pace around my kitchen. He’s been on the verge of driving me crazy with his energy all day. "Anything I can do to help?" He asks over my shoulder.

"Yeah set the table."

He does, and gets a bottle of wine out. Then comes and stands behind me again fiddling with my shirt. Oh I’m going to have fun tonight; he’s in one of his playful moods. I didn’t see him come in with any bags, darn. Last time he was acting like this I got the biggest bag of lingerie from Victoria’s Secret I’ve even seen. Nothing tacky either, which surprised me because of all of Mulder’s porn experience. But everything was beautiful. Sheer, lacy, dark rich colors and sexy. Ok he did buy me a pair of crotchless panties… needless to say I didn’t try those on. But they were a joke; he said that before I even unwrapped them. I guess I shouldn’t expect anything else like that for some time, I’m sure he’ll be paying that purchase off of his charge card for quite some time.

We eat making comfortable conversation and of course playing footsie under the table. Mulder helps with the dishes, like usual. He’s such a good boyfriend-Is that what he is?

I hand the last plate to him. "Are you my boyfriend?" I ask with a simple tone.

He is either confused or amused, not sure which, maybe a little of both. "Yeah I guess I am."

I smile and toss the dishtowel onto the counter. "That means you better stop flirting with everyone."

He opens his mouth in shock. "I do not flirt with anyone other then you."

I let out a little snort and raise my eyebrows. "Yes you do. All the time. Nothing crude but you are definitely flirting with them."

He frowns, crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the counter. "What do I do exactly?"

"Well…" I lean back across from him on the island counter. "You smile an awful lot. You wink once in a while. I don’t know… it’s just your body language." Am I pouting? I think am… crap.

Biting his lower lip in deep thought he takes a step towards me and reaches out, drawing his index finger over my collarbone. "Hmm… I don’t even realize…" His finger slowly trails into the v of my sweater then back up the other side. I can already feel the flush going over my face and chest and a twinge of arousal deep in my belly. He leans down and whispers into my ear. "But I’m yours so you have nothing to worry about." Slowly he licks the line of my jaw.

"Yes… I know that, and you know that, but they don’t know that." I reach out and tug his t-shirt from his pants slipping my hands up to his stomach.

He nips at the tendon in my neck before pulling away and looking at me. "I’ll wear a sandwich board that says ‘I belong to Dana Scully’ from now on."

"Mulder…" I remove my hands from under his shirt, hook my fingers into his belt loops and pull his hips against mine.

He chuckles and leans down, his lips millimeters from mine. "I don’t know what to tell you other then I am definitely yours." He presses his lips gently to mine. Sweet, warm, familiar.

I pull away just a bit. "Prove it."

He shakes his head slowly in complete honesty and amazement. "Every day for the rest of my life." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me tightly against him as his mouth covers mine. We kiss and grope for a good ten minutes before Mulder leans down and attempts to lift me onto the counter.

I bolt from his grasp and wag a finger at him. "No way. Every time we have sex in the kitchen I end up injured in some way."

He looks around. "That’s fine, you’ve got plenty of other rooms. Where would you like to go my dear?" He takes a step towards me.

I take two steps away from him and towards my bedroom. "You think I we could make it to my bedroom tonight?"

He pretends to think about it as he takes a few steps my way, I continue to walk backwards so we don’t get hung up in the hallway, its been known to happen, many times. "I think I can manage it."

"Congratulations." I say once we are both at the bed. "Now strip." I’ve learned that in order to spare clothing and time sewing buttons back on it’s easier for us to take off our own clothes.

Mulder flops back on the bed with a wide grin. "Come on over here my little sex kitten."

I turn to him, buck naked, hands on my hips and glaring. ‘Little sex kitten’…. I don’t think so.

He lets out a dramatic breath. "Fine, I’ll come to you." He sits up on the end of the bed, erection reaching out to me and pulls my hips toward him. I can see the wheels turning in his head as he makes a plan of attack for tonight. With a little tug he pulls me down onto the bed with him. One hand cups my sex possessively as he takes my nipple to his mouth. I murmur encouragement and shift my hips. He lets out a little chuckle at my impatience against my breast and gently slips two fingers down to my opening then back up against my clit spreading moisture. I love his hands, of course I love his mouth too. But when his hand in one place his mouth can be another. He rubs me in short straight strokes, just the way I like it. His mouth finally leaves my breast and comes to my mouth. It takes me a moment to kiss him back since most of my focus is on his hand. He takes one of my hands in his and replaces the one that was touching me. "Take over for a minute." I think I made some sort of noise of agreement. But, again, most of my focus is on my lower extremities. It is difficult to try and match Mulder’s hand. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my own hand. Hell its been all the sexual activity I’ve known for more years then I’d like to admit, and being a doctor has certain advantages by the way.

I sense Mulder off to the side of the bed, doing…. something. In a moment he is hovering next to me again. I’m so close there is no way I am stopping. Mulder nips at my ear lobe. "Finish yourself."

"Mmm Hmm." I manage to mumble out. Pretty impressive huh? In a moment I arch off the bed and moan as sweet waves come over me. I fall limp into the bed and pant for a moment. Mulder strokes my stomach- he’s up to something-I can tell. After a long moment I manage to pry my eyes open just in time to see him each for a pillow.

"Hips up." He lifts me with one hand and shoves the pillow under me. My still limp legs fall open to him. With a satisfied nod he shifts, resting his weight on top of me. I smile sleepily up at him and he takes both my wrists in one hand and pulls them gently above my head. My relaxed muscles stretch sweetly.

I hear a slight click and cool metal around my wrists.

"Mulder!" I tug reflexively at the handcuffs around the bedpost.

"Shh." He holds my wrists still. "Relax." Forcing my body to relax I let out a long breath and nod. "Ok?" I nod again. "Anytime you want me to take them off just tell me and I will." After I nod again he enters me quickly, so quickly I gasp.

"Thanks for the warning." I say with mock annoyance. It bordered on hurting… I’m trying not to tense up but the handcuffs are making me nervous. But it’s Mulder. He won’t hurt me. Hell I don’t think he could bring himself to hurt me even if he wanted to.

"Sorry." He mumbles against my neck. "I couldn’t wait any longer." He lifts my legs so they rest over his shoulders I feel him enter in the last possible inch. Any more and my spine will have to coil up.

And this isn’t going to take very long judging by the way he is pounding into me, literally. With each stroke I bangs into my cervix. That should hurt. I know it should, and I have no doubt its going to in the morning. I really want to touch him, but every time I try a sharp pain shoots through my arms.

He places a hand over my wrists and holds them still. "Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself." Pain? I don’t know any pain at the moment. Just the sweet pressure building though out my body.

I gasp as Mulder shoves his index finger into my anus. He has never done THAT before!

"Am I hurting you?" He pants in my ear

I shake my head violently. "Oh that’s good…That is so good." I have never felt something so amazing. I never thought I would enjoy this.

"Oh God!" Another orgasm takes me by surprise causing me to buck up against Mulder.

He groans loudly in my ear and slams into me four more times before I feel his hot release flood me. He collapses on top of me. That’s fine. I can’t really feel anything right now other then a gentle throb. Mmm… gotta love that throb.

After another moment of this bliss my arms are killing me. "Mulder? Can you unhook me now?"

His head flies up from my neck. "We have to do that again." He says as he unlocks the cuffs.

I rub my sore wrists. Wow how hard was I tugging on those things? "Yeah. As soon as I regain feeling in my hands."

Mulder pulls the soaked pillow from under me and throws it of the bed. Settling on his side next to me and pulls my wrists to his mouth to kiss them softly. "Love you." He whispers.

Three… two… one. He’s out cold. Such a typical man. "Love you too." I say out of respect. I wait a few minutes to make sure he is in a deep sleep then slip out his grasp. I fumble on my Jello legs to the bathroom to clean myself up. How Mulder just conks out with a whole bunch of… junk on him I’ll never understand. Even when I am too tired to get up right away I only sleep for an hour before I wake up feeling disgusting.

I make my way into my bedroom again, in the dark might I add, and pull on one of Mulder’s ‘ruined’ work shirts for bed. I use the term ‘ruined’ very loosely. Mulder refuses to wear one of his eight five dollar shirts if it has a tear, snag, ink splotch, or other such defect, no matter how small. But he doesn’t throw them out. He only throws out the ones with blood or something else that will bring back a bad memory. Routing through his dresser one day I found a drawer filled to the hilt with these shirts. I proceeded to take half home with me and they are the only things I wear to bed now. I cuddle next to Mulder; he is such a warm sleeper I barely use anything other then a sheet to cover with. He, in his sleep, wraps an arm around my waist and buries his face in my hair. God I love this man. Yes he has his annoying habits. Sometimes I wonder if he has more then the normal person. But he is getting better about squeezing the toothpaste; I swear he leaves a perfect handprint around that tube. If I had a dime for every time I showed him how to squeeze from the bottom I’d be able to retire. And the man doesn’t like Oreo’s. Can you believe that? Who doesn’t like Oreo’s?! And he leaves his socks all over the place. Along with half empty mugs of coffee. He claims he loses them. I believe him. Hell I have a hard time tracking them down sometimes. Just the other morning I found one in my underwear drawer, I didn’t even ask.

*****

"Scully, have you seen my coffee?" Mulder yells in from the bedroom.

"Yeah. It’s in here."

"Oh. Thanks." He picks his mug up off the back of the toilet and sits down on the closed lid.

"Do you HAVE to watch me?" I ask as I apply blush.

He nods like I just asked the stupidest question. Then holds his arms out to display himself. "I’m all ready to go so I need something to do."

"You know you can leave without me and I’ll meet you at the office in a half-hour."

"I don’t wanna." He whines. Oh don’t give me those puppy eyes. He reaches out a hand to draw small circles on my back. I wiggle away from him as I pose to put eyeliner on. "How can you do that? Hold a sharp object so close to your eye…" He shudders dramatically.

I turn to him with my hands on my hips doing my damnedest not to smile. "If you are going to sit in here and bother me we are going to be late." I turn back to mirror and continue.

Mulder chuckles and goes back to stroking my back. "I like this color on you." He comments about my dark gray suit.

"Thank you." He is sucking up already… I wonder why…

His eyes trail down to my feet and smiles. "I like your shoes too."

"I know you like these." Apparently these are ‘fuck me shoes’, they look like ordinary black pumps- maybe a little higher- to me. I think he just wants any excuse to use the word ‘fuck’. I pack away my makeup. "Ok, done."

Mulder glances at his watch. "Wanna go for a quickie before work?" He waggles his eyebrows for effect. I already made my point about his choice of language… I think his train of thought is almost always in one direction.

"You better keep your mind on your work today." I say as I tug him out of the bathroom. "Because I’m going to call you on every time you flirt with someone."

"Jealous, Scully?" He teases as he pulls on his trench coat.

"Not at all… I just think it’s time to claim what’s mine." Smiling sweetly I walk out the door.

*****

That slut Kate Winker is coming on to Mulder again. He hates her, with good reason. She is one of those agents who slept her way up the ladder and gladly admits it. How do we always manage to get stuck in the elevator with her? I really wish she would stop touching his arm. Hey Kate, does he LOOK interested? I don’t think he can press himself back against the wall anymore…

"So… Agent Mulder, have you been on any interesting cases lately?" I’m going to puke; she is batting her eyelashes at him and tugging on his sleeve. Enough is enough.

Stepping between Agent Sleeps-around and Mulder, my Mulder might I add, I push her hand away and interlock my fingers with his. "Are we going to dinner tonight, Mulder?" You close your mouth and play along if you know what is good for you.

Thank God he catches on.

Stepping forward to close the space between us he wraps his arm, my hand still in his, around my back so I am securely pined to him. "I don’t know… I was just thinking a evening home would be nice."

"Yeah it would." I beam up at him and place a hand possessively over his heart for good measure.

Winker lets out an astonished snort and the elevator chimes before the doors open.

Mulder takes a step back from me and turns to Whore face Winker. "Have a good day Agent… Umm…" He searches the air for her name dramatically.

"Winpher… Winters…. Winker!" I supply.

Mulder smiles down at me. "Thank you, honey. Have a good day Agent Winker."

With a forced smile and a very audible huff she turns on her heel and storms out leaving us alone.

"Now THAT was fun!" Mulder exclaims happily. "But I wasn’t flirting with her." He defends suddenly.

I hold a hand up to stop him. "I know. I just hate that slut."

"Ooo… I’m not by any chance going to see a cat fight, is there?"

I hope this glare is sufficient to show if he EVER says that again he’ll be sleeping alone for quite some time… Who am I kidding? I can barely make it two days, but he doesn’t need to know that.

*****

"Agent Scully?"

I stop in the hallway and turn to the familiar yet unknown voice.

"Hello Agent Garlar." Did that sound sincere? I doubt it. I hate this guy… I see him once a month he always sneers at me and looks me up and down. He’s really not bad looking. Blonde, hazel eyes, nice build. Just a true asshole.

"Tough case?"

Huh?

"…. I’m sorry?"

He nods towards my legs as we continue down the hall. "You are walking a little stiff."

Oh… That. I told Mulder people could tell!

"Oh no… nothing like that." Now drop it you idiot.

"Work out too hard at the gym? You are in great shape you must spend a lot of time there." He looks me up and down. Damn security cameras, I would shoot him now if it weren’t for that.

I glance down the hall to the pathology lab were I am heading to meet Mulder. He is leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets staring at his feet. Basically looking like a little boy in Armani who’s good enough to eat. He glances up at me and smiles. With a little push of his shoulder he stands upright and starts down the hall to meet me.

"No… Good sex will do this to a woman." I say without meeting Agent Garlar’s eyes and smile up at Mulder as he walks over to me.

He gives a quick nod to Agent Garlar, barely looking at him. "Hey." He says softly to me. Oh yeah, I could eat him up.

"Hey yourself." I slip under his arm and wrap one of mine around his waist. I could really get used to this. "Good bye, Agent Garlar." I say, again without looking at him.

After a few steps Mulder looks down at me. "You are really having fun with this aren’t you?"

"I’m loving every minute of it." I beam up at him.

*****

The moment we walk back in the office after going out to a late lunch I whack Mulder upside the head. "Ow!" And again. "Ow! Scul-" And once more. "Fuck!" Rubbing his head he stands up from his chair rubbing the back of his head. "What the hell was that for?!"

I cross my arms over my chest and do my damnedest not to smile at his shocked pout. "That’s for the three times you gave the waitress that sly flirty smile. Oh! I almost forgot." Reaching out a hand a grip a significant amount of skin on his exposed forearm between my thumb and index, and twist. Hard. "That’s for the wink you gave her." I say over his cry of pain.

Pulling back he rubs his arm. "Damn woman!"

Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh. "I should do a lot worse! In fact I think I will." I lurch towards him. Not that I have any idea what I am going to do, but I like seeing him pout.

He forcefully shoves my hands away and holds up a finger. "Stop it, Scully."

Aww he’s too serious. "What? Can’t take it, can you big man?" I playfully jump back and forth in front of him, trying to whack him in the arm.

"Oh I see. It’s all fun and games now that I’m fighting back huh?" He joins in the little game of dodge we have started.

I shriek and do my best to escape his long arms. Running around his desk I roll his chair out to try and fend him off, he rolls it away just as easily. I can’t suppress my giggles once he has me cornered. "Ok you win! I give up!" I hold me hands out, partly to show I’m serious about him winning and partly to fend him off.

Shaking his head he laughs. "Oh I don’t think so. You walk in here all nonchalant then start beating me up without saying why. You aren’t getting off that easy."

"Little me? Beating you up? No way." I can’t stop giggling.

Mulder looks around at the ceiling tiles, focusing on a light fixture. "Hey Spender, or who ever else is watching us at the moment, please, please, please send me a tape of Dana Scully saying ‘little me’ because I will NEVER hear that again." He turns back to me smiling evilly. "Now for you… What, oh what should I do to get even?"

"Mulder." I use my best warning voice, but I didn’t quite pull it off with this huge grin on my face. "Be nice."

He slowly advances on me. "Oh I’ll be nice, baby."

Oh God… He’s walking up to me with bedroom eyes and a thick voice. He quickly grabs my wrists. At this point I don’t care, but I struggle for effect. I gasp as he tugs me toward him quickly; I come very close to bashing my face into his chest. Releasing my hands he wraps his arms around my waist and covers my mouth with his. I hum happily against his lips.

"Hu-hm."

I jump away from Mulder and look at he doorway wiping my mouth. Ed for accounting is standing there with our forms from our last case looking very amused.

Hello I am Dana Scully and no I am not usually the color of a tomato.

Mulder stifles a chuckle and walked up to Ed while I die of embarrassment in the back of the office.

*****

"Dana."

I smile at the younger agent at my side at the water cooler, yes the FBI building has a water cooler, and yes people gossip at it all the time. "Hi Sherry."

She startles me by taking my upper arms in her hands and turning me sharply to her. After I choke on my water I give her a questioning look.

"You and Mulder are together."

It’s a statement, not a question. So I nod dumbly. I really should deny it, but it’s impossible. Ed, and everyone else, has it all over the place by now.

Sherry lets out a happy little shriek and hugs me tightly. "About time!" Pulling away she looks at me deathly serious. "Tell me… He’s great in bed isn’t he?"

Ok now I’m the color of a fire engine.

*****

Two hours after my blush inducing conversation at the water cooler and a ‘quick’ stop at forensics I make it back down the office. I swing open the office door dramatically. It works… sorta. Mulder looks up at with raised brows but I can it is about something other then my Kramer-like entrance.

"Well word certainly travels fast."

I walk over and lean against his desk with my arms crossed. "Tell me about it."

"I don’t want to." He mumbles. After a moment he looks up grinning like an idiot. "I guess I don’t need that sandwich board."

*****

Now I am letting myself into Mulder’s apartment. He dropped me off after work when he had to go meet the Lone Gunmen for something and said he would meet me in the morning for breakfast. Well damn it, I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see him…. Ok so I’m horny as hell. He certainty isn’t going to complain so I won’t hide it. Unfortunately he isn’t home yet. So I’ll just make myself comfortable. Stripping to nothing I pull out another one of his ruined shirts and button it up.

Ok… now to pass the time… Jesus I’m wet already.

Sitting back against the pillows on Mulder’s bed I cross my legs and look up at he reflective mirrors. Yep I look aroused all right. All flushed and fidgety.

I will wait for Mulder. I will wait for Mulder. I will wait for Mulder.

Ok maybe just a little. I slide a hand down and tentatively touch my damp folds. Oh God that’s good.

No! Stop. I will wait. It might kill me but I’ll wait.

I look around for something to do. There’s nothing in here to hold my interest. I could watch one of his movies that are stacked up in the closet collecting dust, but I doubt that will help my situation.

I rub my legs together slightly, adding some much needed pressure to my clit.

No. IwillwaitforMulder.

I quickly uncross my legs so I’m not tempted and just imagine what he might do with me tonight. I could really go for his mouth. Or maybe just settle for the main show then wake him up nice and early to give it a second go.

Ok that train of thought isn’t helping either. I just need to wait and not think of anything at all.

So I wait. 30 minutes. Ok 24 minutes and 38 seconds to be exact, before I hear his key in the door. I jump up from the bed and wait in the hallway to make sure he didn’t bring the Gunmen home with him. Those are a few people that don’t need to see me wet and flushed wearing nothing but Mulder’s work shirt. And partly to control myself from running up to him, tugging on his arm and whining; ‘Can we have sex now? Please? Huh? Can we?’

"Scully?" He calls after I hear the door shut.

I walk around the corner and smile shyly. Why do I suddenly feel like an idiot?

"Hey, baby." He takes a few steps and closes the distance between us pulling me up into a deep kiss. Ok I feel better now. He then picks me up into a long calming hug. I relax into his embrace and let him lift my feet off the floor, wrapping my arms around his neck and burring my face in his warm skin. After a moment he some how manages to lift me up into his arms. An advantage of being tall I guess, and carries me into the bedroom. He pushes back the covers with his foot and places me down. After kissing me once again he hovers over my face. "I have to go make a phone call."

I groan loudly.

"It’ll take five minutes, tops."

"Ok." I mumble and shift uncomfortably. I am damp and swollen and I won’t take long to get off if he would just be a good boy and comply.

With a little laugh he kisses me again and cups my sex gently. "Oh God… you are so wet." He groans against my lips.

I reach up and take his face in my hands. "Stay here."

Gently he takes my hands away. "I can’t. I have to make this call before its too late. I’ll be right back. Just relax."

I grumble and watch him stand and walk out into the living room. I only hear half the conversation on the phone. I know I should be listening. I’m sure its something important but my whole body is one pleasant throb that I’m just dying to touch.

He comes back in pulling off his jacket and tie 6 minutes and 4 seconds later. He flips off the light so the room is only dimly lit by the streetlights. Stripping to the nude he sits next to me on the bed and strokes my side. "Can we take this off?" He runs a finger down the buttons of his shirt. I nod, lying limp on the bed from a severe case of over-arousal. He flicks the buttons open one by one exposing my sensitized skin to the cool air. I lift up slightly and he pulls the shirt away. As I lay back down he runs his hands over my body slowly. He knows not to just start grabbing me. No better why to make a woman uncomfortable then to start pawing at her. "I got you something." He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm Hmm. Close your eyes and I’ll go get it." Smiling I do as asked and wiggle around to relax into the bed. I moment later he settles himself in the middle of the bed next to me. "Keep your eyes closed." He requests softly.

I jump when I feel something running over my belly. It’s smooth and cool. "What is that?" I whisper hoarsely when he runs it on the inside of my thigh. My legs part on their own. I jerk upward when he places it gently on my clit, moving in slow circles. "Mulder?"

"I had it with me last night… I was going to give it to you then but I couldn’t stand it after I saw you touching yourself. That drives me crazy." He growls in my ear. "So I settled for the hand cuffs. I didn’t think you would actually go for it. God that turned me on… Then when you let me touch you here." He pressed the object against my anus for a spilt second before returning it to my clit. "That was amazing."

I swallow roughly, my hips starting a counter rhythm to his. "What is it?"

"Reach down here and find out." Mischief and arousal are coating his voice, making it thick and deep.

I move a heavy hand down until I find his arm. I follow his elbow to his hand, then lower until I wrap my fingers around the object. Must be six or seven inches long, two inches or so in diameter, plastic. I blot upright. "Mulder! That’s a vibrator!"

"I know that." He says with humor. Noting my hesitance he gently pushes me back down in the bed, laying half on top of me with a leg between mine. "I won’t use it if you don’t want me to. But I’d like to give it a try." He holds it out to me. "Here. Take it." I roll the thing around in my hands for a moment perfectly aware of the fact that I am rubbing myself up against his thigh.

"How do you turn it on?" I ask after some time.

"You turn the end here." He twisted the very end until a slight click and it jumps to life in a calm, almost relaxing vibration. After another moment he turns it again and the vibrations move up a notch. He chuckles at my little ‘oh’ of surprise. "Three speeds." He informs softly. He turns it to the highest and the vibrations run through my arms. After a few moments he turns it off. "I’ll stop whenever you ask me to. I’ll go slow." Pulling the vibrator from my hand he rolls off of me and gently places it against my clit.

"Don’t turn it on yet."

"I wont." He presses hard against me in small circles. I moan loudly. I can’t help it. "You are so worked up tonight." He comments.

I smile in remembrance. "Yeah… I think it’s from work today."

He chuckles and slides it down to my opening, just resting it slightly inside of me. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He slides it in another inch.

"Don’t stop." I whisper.

After that he presses it fully into me. I gasp; it’s strange. I don’t think I would like it if he weren’t here doing it to me. He moves it steadily in and out of me. My hips are encouraging him by moving faster.

"Oh God…"

"Relax and let it happen, baby."

I nod just as a calm yet satisfying orgasm comes over me. "Oh Mulder…" When I regain my breathing to feel him running his hand through my hair. The vibrator resting wet and cold against my thigh.

"That take some of the edge off?"

I open my eyes and nod. "Thank you, I need that."

He gives me that smile that always makes me worry. "Well we aren’t done yet." Looking me up and down he contemplates. "Can you roll on your side and face me, sweetheart?"

I nod and face him, settling myself against the pillow we are now sharing. He pulls my leg over his hip, the cold air causing me to shift uncomfortably. He soothes me by stroking my hip to my bent knee for a moment.

"Ok?"

I nod and let my eyes close in my fuzzy aroused little world. I feel him reach for the vibrator, then runs it up and down the inside of my thigh. With some fumbling he turns it on the lowest level. My eyes fly open at the strange feeling of it against my skin. He is watching me closely, looking for any sign to stop. I give him a small reassuring smile. Moving slowly he presses the tapered tip against my clit. My eyes slip shut and I whimper. Oh God this thing is good. I know I am moaning constantly, I don’t really care. I move towards Mulder, placing my head in the crock of his neck, an arm around his waist. There, that’s better.

"Are you close again?"

"Yes." I pant out. Damn this thing works fast.

The contact falters for a moment as Mulder struggles to turn it up with one hand. He grunts as I bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming like a banshee. He begins hard little circles on my clit. My head snaps back and I moan as a strong pulse rushes through me, focused on that small bundle of nerves. I struggle to get an arm between us to push away the vibrator.

"Too much." I groan.

"Sorry." Mulder whispers and rubs his nose into my hair. I’m barely aware of him placing the vibrator at my opening.

"Oh God that feels good." I mumble into his neck.

"You want me to put it in you?" He teases my opening with small circles.

"Please. Yes." I have barely had time to come down for my last one. I can tell he doesn’t care.

He eases it into my body. I groan as the vibrations echo through my spine. Just as I become accustomed to the feeling Mulder turns it to its highest setting. The feeling travels through my spine. I barely have time to register what is happening before another stronger climax knocks me on my ass, so to speak. I thrash about on the bed, hopefully not giving Mulder a concussion in the process. Until I lay motionless. Mulder pulls that blessed vibrator out of me and turns it off, leaving the only sound in the room my heaving breathing.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll clean you up after I take care of myself." He moves to get up but I stop him with a hand on his arm.

"Stay here and do it." I slowly manage to pry my eyes open to find his shut in concentration as he takes himself in hand. After he picks up a rhythm, which is pretty fast the poor guy had to wait so long, I reach down slowly for the vibrator. I can tell he is already close by the way he is swallowing over and over. I flip the vibrator on to the second speed and quickly nestle it between his balls.

"Fuck." He hisses out. Biting his lip he lets out a guttural groan and his release is hot and wet against my stomach.

To my surprise I manage to turn off the vibrator and drop it behind me and off the bed.

We lay quiet for some time before I feel Mulder shift off the bed. He comes back a moment later.

"Roll over, honey."

I do, with my eyes still closed. He gentle wipes my stomach and between my legs with a warm damp towel. I hum softly, he doesn’t do this very often but I love it. So intimate, so calming. In another moment he settles back in bed with me, tugging me away from the wet spot I created and into the sheets warmed from where he was laying. I hum once again and curl myself against his chest. I love this man.

End…?

Ok so I got carried away… Please let me know what you think and if I should keep going with this little series! Thanks!