Title: A Swinging Good Time

Authors: Meliss and Angel

Rating: NC-17, it’s much more fun that way.

Spoilers: An itty bitty one for Dreamland-I’m sure you can guess what it is.

Disclaimer: Oh not even close to being ours….we are just playing. No harm intended. Not a cent made. We are just poor pathetic smut sluts.

Summery: SMUT! And hopefully a little humor. Ok, well let me explain this fic. It’s a tag team effort being me and Meliss and it is also a challenge fic from Evie. The challenge items are listed at the end of the fic. Meliss will be playing the part of Scully, and I, Angel, will be Mulder.

Sarah’s dedication: Of course to Meliss, who came up with this whole idea. You made me write again, and I had a wonderful time doing it. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the writing and for being a friend. And to Evie…. the Ubers and Fingo, oh what the heck! Adam too =). I love you dearly, Kettle, even if you are a muck slut.

Meliss's dedication: Hehehehehe.....this was only made possible by a slutty muse and some X File news that gave me a reason to celebrate.....that and one kindred smut slut (Sarah) that is as sick and twisted as myself. I'm so glad that she decided to tag team this one with me because it would never be as fun to write otherwise. Also, for Evie, for putting up with the both of us, and giving us a fun fic challenge. Oh...and one last dedication, last but not least, I sincerely thank Mulder's ass, because it is indeed inspiration in its self.

***

I absolutely, positively, thoroughly hate it when Scully is up to something and I don’t know what it is. And I have a feeling she is up to something-something big.

My biggest clue is that I just walked into her apartment and there she is, the love of my life, sitting on her couch eating Chinese. What’s so strange about this? It’s not the Chinese; we eat it more often then the Doctor in her wants to admit. It’s the way she is eating it…With a casual greeting thrown my way she raises a piece of chicken, carefully wedged between her chopsticks, face level, she turns it this way and that, examining it with false interest before opening her mouth and placing the meat on her tongue and chewing with a slow precision.

My radar is on red alert.

"Hey. Did you just get home?"

She nods slowly, not taking her focus off the noodle she now analyzes. I left Scully at work two hours ago for her to finish an autopsy while I worked on a lead for the newest murder case. But I don’t think she is the mood to talk shop this evening so I won’t bother asking her how it went until we are back in the office tomorrow.

"Come. Sit. Eat." Scully points her utensils first at me, then the space beside her on the couch, then the cardboard containers on the table.

Throwing my jacket over the arm of the couch I roll up my shirtsleeves and tug loose my tie. Scully watches me…. predatorily?…as I pick up a container of fried rice and dig in.

***

Mulder is eating fast, focused on nothing but the food in front of him.....and me. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. Those quick glances he gives me can be more erotic than the longing gazes he gives me at work. Of course....being extremely horny already can make anything seem erotic.

I decide to play with him a bit before I let him in on the surprise I have in store. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he discovers what I bought for us. I still can't believe that I purchased it, but now I'm growing more excited by the minute thinking about it, and it is time for him to get a little...er....more excited too.

I set my chicken on the coffee table after picking up one small piece with my chopsticks. I slowly stretch over the expanse between us and place the food in front of his lips....those luscious lips.

I have his full attention.

Staring me in the eye, he darts out his tongue and gently accepts my gift. He chews, and as he does, he moans...."Mmm...so good."

I promise myself that I will hear those words again but that mouth will be farther south than it is now. Oh..down girl....all in good time.

I drop the chopsticks on the table and dip my finger in the carton he is still holding. Now I have a thick sweet and sour sauce covering my index finger. Without prompting, he takes my hand and draws my finger into his mouth. I'm getting more aroused by the second. Once finished, my finger exits his mouth with a pop.

He looks me in the eye.

He sees what I feel. And I see the same in his eyes.

Pure passion. Longing. Desire.

I don't want to get too carried away...not just yet. I would love to make love to him right here on this couch. We have done it here many times before, but this time it is different...this time I have another surprise for him.

I decided that a little foreplay never hurt anyone, so maybe I could indulge in a little pleasure without ruining the rest of the evening....

***

I love this woman.

I wonder if she realizes she is so easy to read at times. Scully is horny. Beyond belief horny, the only reason I know it is because it’s the time of the month that she is always like this. And I am determined, as always, to take full advantage of this moment because a week from today I will be running for the hills in fear of ‘mood swinging Scully’. Not a pretty sight I tell you.

Now the question of the night; do I play with Scully a little or just let her fuck my brains out on the couch like I can tell she wants to.

I think the former will be more fun for me tonight, or for as long as I can stand the zipper of my pants digging into the monster of erections I just got from sucking Scully’s finger. I’ll take a mouth full of Scully flesh over Chinese any day.

So, deciding to play the uninterested male even though I know she will read though that in about four seconds flat, I sit back into the couch cushions and resume shoveling food into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye I watch as she slumps into the couch, momentarily deterred. Within a moment she is wise to me. With a little smirk that I’m sure she thinks she is hiding well she grabs her chicken again. Forgoing her intense examination she pops a piece into her mouth and starts making yummy sounds she usually reserves for when her mouth is wrapped around the part of me that just sprung into full attention. As hard, yes-pun intended, as I try I can’t help but shift in my seat trying to find some relief, but Armani slacks are not very forgiving.

***
Not interested, huh?

Yep, two can play this game. And by the looks of it, that bulge in Mulder's pants, is not from his gun....so I'm guessing I'm a few points ahead. Of course, the scent of my arousal is obvious to me, and I'm sure Mulder will be picking up on it momentarily, but these are all risks we take in this perverse game, until one of us surrenders. Although, there is no losing in this game, I guarantee we will both be winners before the night is over.

The moaning I'm making while eating is driving him wild. I'm not the least interested in this meal anymore, and I got my desired effect, so I place the carton back on the table.

Sitting back on the couch, I stretch my arms over my head, behind me and arch my back. I let out a huge sigh, letting my head tip back, then arch a tiny bit more, so my fitted blouse will creep up and expose the skin of my stomach.

I hear him gasp.

I turn my neck, stretching it from side to side, and let out a languorous moan.

I know he is watching me. My eyes are closed, but I can feel his stare. So what I decide to do next surprises even me, but is the ultimate strategy that will break Mulder's will, and serve as the catalyst for his surrender.

I relax from the stretch and turn my body so my back is against the armrest. Next, I let my body relax until I ease down and let the arm rest pillow my head and bend my knees so my feet fall beside Mulder's legs, but not touching them. I look up at Mulder who is still waiting for my next move, and no doubt calculating his.

It's time to go for the big guns.

I slowly wet my lower lip with my tongue while keeping eye contact with him. Next, I unzip my slacks. Mulder is starting to breathe harder...

Then, I let my hand sneak below the waistband and creep down lower and lower until I reach the source of my desire. Mulder's jaw drops open.

I start to masturbate. With lazy circles and sultry moans. I even manage to whimper for his benefit.

The look on his face is unbelievable. Then he surrenders.

Abruptly he lunges for me, or I guess I should say my crotch. Yanking my pants and panties off, he flings them across the room, not caring where they will land. His face soon replaces my hand and he is lapping and sucking and.....well words can't describe how gifted he is at this.

***

Scully’s thighs squeezing the sides of my head are the only things blocking out the blood pounding in my head, and my groin.

She knows that no matter what is going on, if she starts touching herself I have the unavoidable need to take over in any fashion possible. Whether it be my own hands, my mouth, or my cock it doesn’t matter, it just has to be done. And considering I was literally drooling at the smell of her arousal from a foot away I decided that my mouth would take over for her.

This position on the couch is not the most comfortable for me and this activity, my legs are already pins and needles. So I won’t spend anytime fooling around with her, no teasing tonight. Ok to be honest my erection is going to burn a whole through my pants if I don’t get out of them and into her soon.

Scully suddenly knocks my chin as she bucks against my mouth. One of these days she is really going to injure me. But I really don’t mind, I can’t feel anything but the ache below my belt. And besides, it lets me know I am doing the right thing. At the moment the right thing seems to be alternately sucking and licking her clit. I easily slide two fingers into her body and curl upwards, the flow of wetness against my chin and deep moan that Scully lets out tells me I found the right spot. Her breathing catches, almost in sobs, and I know she is close.

***

Before I know it, he has me whimpering for real this time. I reach down and hold his head in place while I thrust on his mouth and the amazing thing is, he never loses his rhythm. When I feel his fingers enter me, then press up, centering on my g-spot, I lose it. The warm waves that have been slowly building, suddenly crash down on my body, causing me to quake uncontrollably.

God, I love this man.

I look down between my legs where his head is now laying on my thigh. "Woman, you are a wench. I can't believe you played dirty like that. That is against the rules and you know it." He says in a breathy voice, but still a lustful one.

I sigh, then say, "Who says we ever play by the rules anyway?"

I get a snort of approval for that one.

Now he sits up and looks down at his straining problem. Looking over at me, I know exactly what he wants and where he wants it, but before I plunge my mouth on that large throbbing manhood of his, I stop myself.

I need to focus on my objective for tonight, and this is not the activity I had in mind. If I indulge in sucking him senseless now, then I might not get another opportunity to rock his world later. The older he gets, the longer the recovery time. Even though he has miraculously sported wood several times in one evening on many occasions, I can't risk it tonight.

I shake my head and gracefully slip off the couch and look for my panties and slacks that were tossed across the room. I find them, and quickly dress. When I turn around, Mulder has the biggest scowl on his face. He almost looks pissed off, but the disappointment is the primary emotion.

"What the hell, Scully?" He finally speaks.

"Don't worry, Mulder. You will be a winner tonight. Trust me....you will win more than you ever have before, but first we need to go somewhere." I tell him, while I gather my keys and purse.

"I'm in no mood for more games. We already played one, and you were the victor, so you were pleasured first. It's my turn.," he says, making no indication that he would be moving off the couch.

"Mulder...." I purr. Yes, I purr, it happens occasionally. I walk toward him and lay my palm on his face while I bend down to whisper in his ear. "I promise you that what I have planned for you tonight will rock your X rated world and even raise the bar on your erotic fantasies." Then I place an open-mouthed kiss on his neck.

I hear another gasp, and then he is off the couch and at the door before I can even stand up straight.

"Well, then, what's taking you so long, Scully?" He says, as he opens the front door.

He is slightly nervous, extremely excited, and has no clue what is going to happen, but wants it to happen fast.

Yes, I have him exactly where I want him. And hopefully, I can get him there without jumping him first.

***

"Mulder. Keys." Scully walks towards me, keys dangling from their ring around her index finger and a sly little smirk on her face.

I wrap my hand around her upper arm and gently pull her through the door before I close it, at the same time leaning down so my lips brush her ear as I speak. "Watch it, Scully, or I'll just throw you up against your hallway wall and fuck you, I don't care what the neighbors think." I don’t bother to look for a reaction, I'm pretty sure it will just be a smug grin, grabbing her hand I tug her towards the elevator, trying like hell for forget the raging hard on I have and to walk like a normal man.

I actually think I'm going to be ok once we get in the elevator and I can lean against the wall and take a few deep breaths. But then, just as the doors are about to slide shut we hear Scully's neighbor down the hall, Mrs. Mercer, calling to hold the elevator, in her louder then necessary voice because she is just about deaf, not to mention blind.

"Thank you, dear." The little old woman says up at Scully

"You're welcome. Mrs. Mercer. How are you?" How the hell does Scully go from writhing in pleasure one minute to talking sweetly to an old woman the next? Well she isn't fooling me, I can still smell her, although I will admit I have a nose for that scent.

"What did you say, dear?"

I swallow a laugh as Scully cringes from Mrs. Mercer yelling four inches from her ear.

"I asked how you are doing!"

Mrs. Mercer's gracefully wrinkled face lights up with a smile. "Fine, dear, fine. You are looking radiant this evening, Dana dear!"

This time I can't help but laugh, but I manage to cover it up with a fake cough. Unfortunately this turns the old woman's attention on me. "Mr. Mulder! Oh I hope you aren't coming down with something." With each limping step she takes towards me my erection deflates a little more. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. But nonetheless it does, and by the time she reaches a hand up to feel my forehead it's completely gone. "Oh dear, you do feel a little warm darling. Dana dear, come here. You are a doctor, feel his forehead."

Scully smiles kindly at the woman before stepping forward, with a slightly disappointed and very amused glance at my groin, she places her palm against my cheek. Despite Mrs. Mercer standing four inches from me Scully's proximity causes a twinge in my groin. "He's always this hot." She giving me a little smirk, my groin stirs even more.

"What was that, dear?" Mrs. Mercer says over the ding of the elevator as the doors slide open.

"He's fine, Mrs. Mercer. Don't you worry, I'll take good care of him."

"I know you will, you are such a sweet girl, Dana…" Mrs. Mercer trails off babbling about getting her mail as Scully drags me by the hand out the front door and to my car.

My cock springs back to life once I'm in a small enclosed area with Scully. "Where are we going anyway?"

"Your place."

"My place? Why?"

With a secretive smile she gives a little shrug. "You'll see when we get there."

As I pull out onto the road Scully's hand slides smoothly onto my upper thigh and squeezes, slowly inching upwards. "Baby, if you want to get to my place in one piece keep your hands off Goliath."
***

I arch my eyebrow and give him a sexy little smirk, then slip my hand further up his thigh until it reaches the bulge in his pants. I give him a quick squeeze, and he moans in response. I can see his eyes starting to close, so I quickly remove my hand from his thigh and place it back on my own lap.

That’s right....down Goliath, down.

In fact, that was a rule I made. No petting Goliath in the car, especially after our fender bender last month. That was a hard one to explain to Skinner. Just how in the hell we managed to bump into a parked car in broad daylight, while not in pursuit of a suspect, dodging to miss a pedestrian or another on coming car. We couldn't tell him the truth. 'Yes sir, I was kinda stroking Mulder's huge cock because he was tense and horny and needed to relax, so I was being a good partner helping him out and then he got caught up in the rapture of ecstasy and well, that’s when he ran into the car.'

No no, we told him a G rated version. 'Well, Sir, Mulder has been under a lot of stress and was tired and was currently under the influence of a stress reliever which must have made him drowsy, and obviously made him lose control of the car.' I'm not sure Skinner bought it completely, but he signed off on the expense report, so that was all the approval we needed.

Mulder reaches over and picks up my hand, interlocking our fingers.

I smile. Then I turn my head and gaze out of the window. Mulder has the biggest surprise coming for him. I can't wait. I love doing things that surprises him. I guess that is what true love is all about. It still scares me to think in those terms, that I have finally found the love of my life. I guess it scares me because I have finally found something that is deeper than anything I have ever known. Also, I can no longer play the truly independent woman role anymore. I'm still independent, but now I would be lost if I were to lose Mulder, and that signifies just how dependent I am on him, and that scares me. I shake my head, trying to clear that line of thinking and return to the situation at hand.

I glance over at Mulder. Oh yes, Goliath is still charging and ready to go.

I remember the morning we named Goliath. I was sleeping over at his place, but I had promised my mom that I would meet her for early mass. Just as the sun was starting to rise, the alarm went off. Mulder rolled over and turned it off, then returned to our spooning position so we could snuggle some more. He asked me not to leave, not to go to church. Mulder promised me if I stayed, he would give me a Bible lesson himself. Well...one thing led to another. As we lazily made love, we bantered back and forth about various biblical characters and scripture. Once we were finished, I laid, sprawled across his chest, in silence. Then I felt a twitch below me. My God, he was already starting to harden again, so I jokingly called his penis Goliath; large and strong, a giant. Well, it stuck so to speak. Not only did I get stuck again that morning, I missed church, and Mulder's penis was given a name.

"Scully? You're awful quiet."

"Hmm. I'm just containing my energy for when we get to your place." I say in a husky voice.

He smirks, and then presses down on the gas pedal, accelerating the car so we can get there faster. "Talk dirty to me, Scully." He says, then grips my hand tighter.

"Dirty? Would I do that? The only thing I can think about doing right now is taking my tongue and running it up the length of Goliath, causing him to buck and then sucking on the tip while my tongue swirls around the-"

"Okay stop." He says abruptly.

I look down and he is so hard I think he is about to spew. It’s amazing my voice can do that to him. I gently lift our interlocking hands to my mouth and place a soft lingering kiss on the top of his hand. "Almost there, Mulder."

Within a few minutes, we pull up in front of his building and he darts the car into the parking space, squealing the tires as he does so.

Mulder lunges out of the car, running around to my side, and practically yanks me out. It's nice to know chivalry isn't completely dead; however, I suspect that the tent in his trousers is the very reason for his behavior.

Taking my hand, he leads me to the elevator. No sooner do the doors close shut then he lifts me up, pressing me against the back wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, and sigh as he kisses his way down my jawbone. Now, I'm getting just as horny as he is, and I know he notices because he says, "You smell so good. I love it when you smell like that, just for me."

I can only moan as his hand cups my breast and his fingers start to roll my nipple, teasing it. I think at this moment I could let him fuck me right here in this public elevator, our jobs and moral turpitude clause in our contracts, be damned.

But.....I really want to wait until he sees what I bought us.

I know it isn't fair making him wait like I have this evening, but I had to bring it to Mulder's apartment. There was no way around it. My Mom could never see it, and I can't risk the chance of her dropping by, using her key, and finding it in my bedroom. Also, Mulder already lost his deposit years ago, so putting it here just makes sense.

Mulder starts to unbutton my pants just as the elevator dings, announcing that we arrived to his floor.

"Mulder..." I say breathing hard, "We're here."

He hesitates, but then turns, still holding me. My lips remained locked with his as he carries me to his door, my legs tightly gripping his torso. Slamming me to the wall beside the door, he fumbles with his keys. I can't believe I'm allowing this. I can't believe I'm letting this much public display of affection to occur. Well, horniness has made people to crazier things.....

Finally he the turns the key in the lock and the door pushes open.

Now the games begin.
***

I turn and press Scully’s back to the wall next to the door, struggling to get a hand free so I can lock it. But its awfully hard to focus with her sucking my neck. I breathe a sigh of relief once the dead bolt slides into place. Now I can put my hands to better use by pulling off Scully’s clothes. Her blouse is easy enough, once my over-sexed brain sends the message to my hands to undo the buttons instead of just clawing at her chest. We both struggle for a moment trying to tug the sleeves off each other’s shirts at the same time. Scully, much to my disappointment slides to her feet and pulls off her own shirt and bra.

"So Scully…." I ask as she goes to work on my belt. "I know you like my mirrored bed and all, but why did we have to come here to do something we can do just as well at your place?" With flare Scully shoves down my pants and boxers motioning for me to step out of them and my shoes. Using my multi-tasking skills I start taking Scully’s pants off for the second time this evening.

"Mulder I love your mirrored bed." I smirk up at her while I kneel down to pull off one pant leg at a time.

I wait for a moment while I remove her panties before standing back up, still waiting for an explanation. "Scully?" When I stand she leans to the side to look around my shoulder, completely ignoring my erection prodding her belly. If I don’t get some relief soon I might just die.

"Your fish are watching us."

"Excuse me?"

With a slight nod she gestures to the fish tank. "They are watching us."

"Okay…" I’m not quite sure what to do with that one.

"Have you ever noticed that before?" I dumbly shake my head. Why the hell are we talking about my goldfish when I’ve been hard so long it’s starting to hurt. "They do that a lot you know. But I’ve only noticed it when we are having sex."

"Wait….when you are having sex with me you stop to check to make sure the fish are watching?" Should I be offended? I think I should be…

Scully laughs softly, pressing herself against me. Over my groan I hear her answer. "No. I just noticed it then."

"Well." I move closer to her, forcing her against the wall again. "Maybe they like what they see." Ducking my head I pull the peak of her breast into my mouth.

"They have-" She breaks off in a gasp as I bite down lightly on her tight nipple. "Have developed a taste for it after watching all those movies."

Straightening up I turn her quickly and start backing her into the bedroom. "Those tapes aren’t mine."

"Where are we going?" Suddenly she plants her feet and looks up at me.

"The bedroom."

As I make a move to continue walking her she places her hands on my biceps. "We can’t go in there yet." Scully actually looks vaguely panicked.

Ok, I’m not one to beg for sex, but this is getting ridiculous. "Scully, you have got to be kidding me? Teasing is one thing, this is torture."

"You have been waiting awhile, huh?"

I have to control myself from screaming YES! I manage a solemn nod.

Without a moment’s hesitation Scully drops to her knees in front of me. Cupping my balls in one hand and the base of my cock in the other she takes the head into her mouth. The flood of sensation is too much. Bracing one hand against the wall I cup the back of Scully’s skull. Scully is good at this, and she wastes no time going for the kill. She carefully rolls my balls in her palm as she moves up and down my shaft.

I glance down as I feel her tonguing the head of my cock. She is looking right back me. We manage to hold eye contact for a few moments before she leans down and begins to suck the underside of my cock, working her way back to the head.

The tension building is too much. I didn’t wait this long to have it over this quickly. I take a staggering step backwards. Once I regain as much of my breathing as I possibly can and Scully is standing I managed to pant out, "Can we please go to the bedroom now?"

She actually pauses to consider it for a moment before taking my hand and leading me with what seems to be uncertainty down the hall. Two steps into my room and she stops staring towards the center chewing the bottom of her lip. I follow her eye line.

"What the fuck is that?"

******
Suddenly I'm really nervous.

I thought that Mulder would adore this gift and me for buying it. But his facial expression is completely unreadable. I think I know every expression that he has ever made, and never had a problem distinguishing what he was feeling, but right now I am fucking clueless.

Oh sweet Jesus, God. Please Mulder, do something. Right or wrong, at least let me know how you feel. This has to be one of the tensest minutes of my life.

He drops to his knees.

Okay...I wanted him to make a move, but what does that mean?

"Oh my God....." is all he manages to sputter out.

I stand, waiting for more indication about where this is going to lead.

His gaze leaves the object in question and he peers up at me. "This has got to be the most erotic thing anyone has ever done for me." He says, in the most sincere tone.

I smile. Not just a little Mona Lisa smile, but a fool blown pearly white smile. Mission accomplished, he loves the gift.

"So lets try it out and take care of that big problem you have had all evening." I say as I take his hand and pull him up from the floor, then lead him to our brand new Love Swing.

Just as we approach the new toy, he stops and says, "How do you want do it?"

"I don't know. What position should we try first? What would be most satisfying for you?" I ask, while pulling on the chains that are suspending the swing.

"Uh huh. I want the first time on the swing to be about both of us." He says while a smile creeps over his face.

"Well....I did save the box so we could see pictures of the various positions, but I also figured you might know a few from those videos that aren't yours."

"Honestly, I don't have any videos here featuring the Love Swing, believe it or not." He says, then looks on the floor by the closet and picks up the box, inspecting each picture carefully. "That one." He says, pointing to one.

I smile. "Okay, let's do it."

Mulder sits back in the hammock like chair and grabs the long handle bar above his head. I help put his feet in the stirrups that hang from the front of the chair. I'm not sure if they are totally necessary, but I assume that once we start to rock they will come in handy.

Now I'm ready to climb on board. Mulder actually squeals with delight as I climb on his lap. "Oh Mulder, you sound just like that time I dressed up in that pink tutu for you." I say, as I scoot on his lap and try to wrap my legs around his waist.

"You still have that tutu, Scully?" He asks seriously.

I just give him the look. "It's not happening again. That was only because I lost that bet with you." I say, then drop my legs down, so my feet can find the stirrups attached to the back of the swing.

I manage to get them in the stirrups, so now we can begin to rock if we like. We both are able to pump our legs freely, and since we are facing opposite directions, the swing shouldn't stop unless we want it to.

Mulder looks up at me, with a grin. "Ready?"

I answer him by placing my hands on the bar his are on and lowering myself down on his hard shaft.

******

Oh. My. God.

My head is spinning from a combination of Scully’s hot tightness-finally!-around me, and the fact that Scully, my Scully, actually bought a Love Swing. A LOVE SWING for god’s sake! What inspired her to do such a thing I don’t know. But I’m not complaining, not in the least. I am so content with Scully rocking herself onto my cock over and over again I’m willing to overlook the fact that she had to drill a hole in my ceiling in order to install this thing.

Scully’s moans are falling perfectly in sync with the swaying of the swing. It’s oddly relaxing. I’m sure it would be more so if I wasn’t about to burst, I’ve been biting my tongue from the moment I saw this thing trying to hold back. But-as Scully said-I have been waiting a while, I’m not Superman. Looking up at Scully I see her eyes are tightly shut and she is in deep concentration. Glad to know I’m not the only one worked up.

I drop one hand from the bar above my head, surprised it doesn’t seem to effect the balance or motion of the swing. When I press my fingers through Scully’s hot folds of skin in search of her clit she looks down at me. Smiling a bright sexy smile, face and chest flushed bright red, eyes all glassy. Her nails dig into my chest when I find the perfect spot, just to the right of her clit, and press in firm circles. She starts to slam herself down of me, each time the contact draws my balls up tighter. The moment I feel the first contraction, hear the first soft cry, I let myself fall over the edge with unintelligible sounds and a release that is so hard its almost painful.

After countless moments of pure ecstasy, Scully falls to a boneless heap on my chest. This swing is very comfortable, but my legs are cramping in the bent position, but I think if I take my feet out of the stirrups Scully is going to slide right off of me and onto the floor. So I let her rest for a few moments before I decide if I don’t get out of this swing soon I’m going to be taking a nap in it. "Come on, let’s get up."

Scully picks her head up slowly, still breathing a little heavy. Slowly-and carefully- we manage to get out of the swing without too much motion. I make it the impressive four steps to my bed before I collapse on my back. Scully, much to my pleasure, crawls back onto my chest and covers me with her warm damp skin. I stroke a hand through her hair as she lazily nuzzles my neck. "That was fun."

She nods enthusiastically. "Any chance we could do that again some time soon?"

This time I nod. "Give me a little while to rest." A strange thought hits me and I start laughing uncontrollably.

"What? Mulder what are you laughing about? God, I hate it when you do that." She punches me lightly in the chest.

"I’m sorry." I squeeze her against me. "I was just thinking that you remind me of Pepper."

"Who’s Pepper?" Scully rests her hands in the center of my chest, then her chin on them.

She is going to kick my ass for this. "When I was ten our neighbor got a Labrador puppy from the pound and for some reason the thing adored me-"

"Aww. Puppy love." Scully interrupted in a sugary sweet voice.

"Yeah, very cute except for the fact that I couldn’t turn my back on the thing because it would run up and start humping my leg."

"Mulder!"

"Ow!" She didn’t punch me so lightly that time. "I’m sorry, sweetheart, it was just a random thought." I wrap my arms around her back, stopping her from leaving like she was about to.

"That was mean." She mumbles.

"I know, I’m sorry. I think I ejaculated half my brain out."

She snorts a little as she cuddles back against me, her face in my neck. "You are going to fall asleep aren’t you?"

I’m half way there already. "Yeah…wake me up in an hour ok? I still want to play with our new toy some more."

"Ok. In an hour." I hear her murmur against my ear before I conk out.

***

I look up at Mulder, sleeping soundly, as I continue to lay on his chest. Yep, after that powerful orgasm, I'll be surprised if I can wake him up for work in the morning. I think I can pretty much forget him waking up in an hour for another round.

I look over at the swing hanging from the ceiling above. It is rather odd looking, but clever. The hanging chair is slick black mesh that molds to your body and there are two sets of stirrups. One set hangs from the two front corners of the chair and the other set hangs from the two back corners of the chair. The stirrups can be taken off, and since they dangle down you can move them around or adjust how long they hang. The handle bar that hangs down from the chain suspending the swing is only there for extra support, either for safety, or to grip for various positions.

I'm looking forward to trying other positions. I also had the swing installed as close to the bed as I could, so we could try one position that will tip me back far enough that I can see my reflection in the mirror. I'm really looking forward to that one.

I glance over at Mulder still asleep. Guess I'll have to wait awhile to try that position. It looks as if nothing could stir him at the moment from his slumber.

My stomach growls.

I ate enough food at dinner that I shouldn't be hungry, but sex always gives me the munchies. I slowly crawl off his body, and walk naked to his kitchen. I open his refrigerator, and I'm surprised that he has edible food in it. Then again, I shouldn't be too surprised, considering I brought all the groceries over here last week. If I remember right, there was some chocolate cream pie left over from dinner....I find it hiding behind an orange juice container.

I pick up the whole pie box, grab a fork and go back to the bedroom. Grabbing the remote control from the nightstand, I flip on the TV and surf to find something to occupy me while I eat.

Commercial....commercial....a re-televised basket ball game.....commercial....an infomercial.......the Honeymooners......Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory....another infomercial. Damn it, I'll just watch Willy Wonka. What the hell, I haven't seen that in years, it might be fun for shits and giggles.

The movie was at the point when Charlie finds the golden ticket when I began watching, and now it is nearly over, and there is no more pie left, and Mulder is still asleep. And I'm getting horny....

I place the pie box and fork on the floor, but run my finger through a little whip cream that is still dabbled on the pie tin. I crawl over to Mulder and dab it on his left nipple. Then, very methodically, I begin to suck his nipple like I'm trying to jump start a snow blower.

Goliath immediately starts to stand up to attention.

I smile around his nipple as my hand runs down his stomach to his thigh and then down to cup his balls. I gently roll them in my hands, and then take my index finger and press up on his perineum.

I hear a gasp, but I don't stop.

Goliath is now standing tall as the giant that he was named for, and Mulder is breathing hard. Then I completely stop, and pull back to look him in the face.

"You certainly know how to wake a person, don't you?" He says, in a sleepy, but aroused voice.

I just nod my head.

Then he starts to chuckle. I've already warned him about that tonight. I don't like being left out of his musings in his head.

I give him the look.

"Okay okay. I'll tell you." he says, then brings his hand up to caress my face. "I was dreaming, and I swear I heard the Oompa Loompas from the Willy Wonka movie. Next thing I know, you are waking me up by using that incredible mouth of yours and these fingers.." he says as he picks up my hand and kisses it softly. "Anyway, I guess the two started to mingle together, and for some reason, I thought I was being taken advantage of by the Oompa Loompas, until I peaked my eyes open and saw you."

I started to laugh with him. "Yes, I can see why that would be alarming. But don't worry, you aren't getting delusional, I was watching the Willy Wonka movie, it just went off." I say, motioning to the tv.

He sighs with relief. "Good. Because quite frankly, those Oompas always gave me the creeps." He says, with the cutest smile on his face, like he is confessing a childhood fear.

I can't resist. I bend down and capture his lips with mine. We kiss slowly at first, and then I intensify it until my tongue is roaming his mouth. We stop for a breath.

"Scully, have you been eating pie?"

I give him a guilty smile, then bite my bottom lip. "You know I get the munchies after sex."

"Yeah baby, and I think I have the munchies for you." He says, and rolls me over on my back.

I laugh out loud, I can't help it. "That was probably the worst line you have ever said, Mulder." I say between chuckles.

I embarrassed him. He blushes, then ducks his head.

"But I love you anyway, so you can use any line you want, I will always bite." I tell him.

That seems to make him perk up.
****

I shift until I fall into the perfect cradle of Scully’s thighs, my erection slipping against her soft wet sex. I hone in on a spot on Scully’s neck, my favorite spot-about an inch below her ear, right along the curve.

"Mulder." Scully growls in her best ‘I’m going to kill you’ voice. "You better not be giving me a hickey there-again." I choose not to comment other then a murmur with her flesh still between my lips. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to cover that up. Oh my god, Mulder! We have a meeting tomorrow!" Scully suddenly shoves me off her, and off the bed.

"Ow! Fuck!"

Scully’s head pops over the side of the bed, looking down at me, laying flat on my back with my bedside table next to me. And she giggles. "I’m glad you find my injures amusing, Scully. I really could have hurt myself falling naked. Too many things that I don’t even want to think about could have happened." She just laughs harder. Me? I’ll just lay here on top of the former contents of my bedside table and wait for her to explain herself. All she manages to do is cover her mouth with one hand to stifle her laughter and point at me with the other. Well isn’t that nice… "Are you done laughing at my pain now?" I ask as she finally calms down.

"Yes, I’m sorry. It’s just….well you are laying next to a photo album and it happens to be on the page with your first bath pictures-" She breaks off into another fit of hysterics. "And I was just thinking how much you grew!"

I look to my right, and sure enough, I am staring at a red, wet baby Fox. I look at my erection, then back at the photo. Well that was a nice stroke to my ego.

Scully starts laughing harder at me. She sobers a moment later to the loud knocking at my door.

"Fifty bucks say that’s my landlord wondering what the hell the noise was." I climb to my feet, rubbing my sore hip for a moment before pulling on a pair of jeans-very carefully-on and head to the door.

"Mulder!" Scully yells in her maternal tone, which always makes me cringe. "For God’s sake put a shirt on!" While she is yelling at me, Jeff my landlord is pounding even harder at my door.

I grab my white dress shirt from the pile of discarded clothes by the door, pull it on, kick away the rest of the pile and open the door at the same time-I don’t have time to button. "Everything’s ok Jeff, a table got knocked over." I wont bother with formalities, I have a hot ready body and a love swing waiting for me in the bedroom.

Jeff opens his mouth to say something, probably about what a pain-in-the-ass tenant I am, but stops and looks at my chest strangely. Following his line of vision I see why I am getting an odd look. I’m not wearing my shirt…I’m wearing Scully’s white blouse.

"Oh." I say dumbly.

Jeff nods.

I was in such a rush I didn’t check the details of the white shirt I was putting on, and because I can only feel two parts of my body, my aching and bruised hip and my much more pleasantly aroused cock, I didn’t notice the fact that I can barely move my shoulders and each time I do I hear stitches ripping.

The older man and I meet eyes again. "I’ll leave you alone now." With that he turns and walks away.

With a shrug-or at least the attempt at one-I relock my door, strip off the shirt and head back into the bedroom, unbuttoning my jeans as I go.

I take one step into the bedroom and stop dead. There is Scully, in all her naked glory, looking at the swing and I swear to god she is licking her lips.

***

This swing has so much potential, I have no idea where to start next. Actually, I do have an idea, many ideas-I just can’t decide.

Mulder enters the room, naked.

I think I'm going to drool all over myself. He has the most gorgeous body and one very impressive erection. "Get over here, G-man. I'm going to..." I gently push the swing with my hand. "rock your world."

He chuckles. "Now that was the worst line I have ever heard you use, Agent Scully." He walks over to me and pulls me in an embrace, grabbing my ass with both of his hands, then squeezing. Leaning down, he kisses me hard for a few long seconds. We break the kiss and smile at each other.

"So what position should we try this time?" He asks, nodding at the swing.

"That one." I point to the one on the box that I am dying to try.

He smiles. "Okay, but you know what would make it even more fun?"

"What?" I ask.

"One word. Blindfold." He raises his eyebrows.

I shake my head. "Nah....let's try that later. I wanted to see if I could get some use out of these silly mirrors you have on the ceiling. With this position, I think I will be able to see our reflection." I say, and then hop up on the swing.

"God, woman....You never quit surprising me." He says, and helps me get situated on the swing. Once I'm sitting back in the chair, and the stirrups are taken off the swing, he says, "Let's get it on, Honey."

"Let's." I answer back and grip the handle bar above me.

Mulder pushes me and the swing back, so I feel like I could fall out and land on my feet. Instead, I bend my knees and fold them so my legs are resting on Mulder's chest. It almost looks as if I am kneeling on him. Then, I scoot down just enough, so Mulder can have access. This position is going to be one of the most erotic things I have ever done. We could never achieve such a position without the swing. I could easily wrap my legs around him and lean back on a table, without using a swing, but with my legs folded on his chest, in an upright position while I tilt back at a 180 degree angle, the penetration will be phenomenal. And, if I can see us in the mirrors, that will only be an added plus.

We are in position, and Mulder pushes the swing back a little more, so his dick is perfectly in line with my entrance. With one solid motion, he enters me and we both gasp. He has never penetrated this deep and at this angle before. I swear he just hit my g spot and my clit with the first stroke. This is going to be an unbelievable ride.

The swing rocks a bit as he withdraws and enters again. Soon, he finds a steady pace that is driving me wild. Every entry grazes my throbbing bundle of nerves, and also teases my g spot. I feel like I'm soaring, and leaning back like this makes that illusion seem even more real.

Mulder's has his eyes closed, and his face looks as if he is in pure ecstasy. I feel the warm building of an orgasm coming on, and suddenly, my body starts to quake, taking me by surprise. I usually have to gradually build up to an explosive orgasm, but this position must be a woman's best friend.

Mulder has been somewhat holding back, but I can tell he still has a while to go. Usually his stamina is better the second time we make love in an evening. So I decide to experiment. I arch my back as much as I can, and let my head fall over the back of the chair. I open my eyes, and see our reflection in the mirror.

I am stunned. This is so much more erotic than looking at our reflection while we make love on the bed. Don't get me wrong, that is very erotic, but this takes my breath away.

I can Mulder see standing in front of me, pumping into me rhythmically as sweat rolls off his muscular body. My chest is flushed and I'm breathing hard while he crashes into me. My nipples are hard and dark pink, and perspiration dots my chest and neck. I moan, as the sensations of Mulder's ministrations are mounting once more. For some reason, watching myself moan and gasp with pleasure is a major turn on.

I feel another orgasm coming on, and I try to keep my eyes open, to watch my body's reaction to it. I can't. My eyes automatically close, as my body shakes from head to toe. God, this feels so great.

As I come down, I open my eyes again, just in time to see Mulder start to lose control. Now he is banging in to me like there is no tomorrow, and then lets out a grunt while he empties into me. His face is scrunched while he pumps a few more times, then his face relaxes and he lets out a sigh.

I look away from the mirror and directly at his face. His eyes are droopy, and I think he could easily fall asleep right here. I give him a smile. He smiles back.

"That was fucking amazing." He pants.

"Shouldn't I say that? This position really was more for me than you." I counter.

"The way you got off, by looking at us in the mirror, was fucking amazing." He says, then withdraws and lets the swing down to its original position.

"You liked that, huh?" I say and give him a hug, while locking my ankles around his waist. Mulder lifts me out of the swing and carries me to the bed, dropping me on it, then crawling behind me to spoon.

"You have no idea how much I liked that. For that matter, you have no idea how much I like that swing. That has to be the best gift anyone has ever given me." He whispers into my ear, then kisses me on the back of the neck.

"I'm sure you have had nicer gifts." I chuckle.

"Really, I haven't. You thought of me when you bought that, even though it probably embarrassed the hell out of you to buy it. That means a lot to me, Scully." He says, but I can already tell he is about to doze off on me again.

"Hey Mulder, I know we have an early meeting in the morning, but do you think we could get up a little early so we can try one more position...." I bite my lip, knowing what his answer will be, but still waiting for him to answer me.

"Of course. Would I ever turn down sex with the most beautiful women in the universe?" He yawns, and I hear a sigh of contentment as he pulls me a little closer to him.

"No, I guess not." I smile. Then I say, "Good, because if that position blew your mind, just wait until what I have planned for the morning."

His head jerks up, and I turn my face towards his and see a smile across his face. "I can hardly wait." He answers and lays his head back down on the pillow we are sharing.

"And you won't have to wait much longer." I say with a yawn, as my eyes slip shut.

Oh yes, this was a fun night, and I'm glad I bought us the Love Swing. However, I'm really looking forward to the next few weeks because knowing Mulder and the way he fixates on things, we will have a swinging good time ahead of us.

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Evie’s challenges:

1) Fish Voyeurs (according to Scully)

2) Mulder's mirrored bed

3) Naked baby pictures of Mulder

4) Scully confesses she once wore a tutu (and not while she was learning ballet)

5) Trying to hide a really obvious hickey

6) Childhood dog that would constantly try and hump peoples legs

7) At some point Mulder has to wear one piece of Scully's clothing (not through choice either)

8) A blindfold

9) Chocolate cream pie

10) Short discussion on Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory

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