Tue Feb 19, 2002

Category: Humor/parody

Ratings/warnings: SMUT, NC-17

Pairings: Fraser Thatcher

Spoilers: Seeing is Believing

Disclaimers: I decided to do a smutty in a multi view style like the episode. One encounter, three points of view.

Seeing is Believing - The Encounter

Marian

Dear Penthouse:

I work at a foreign consulate in a major midwestern town. There is this gorgeous man that works under me. I want to be under him... in bed. Then, one night, my dirty little dream came true.

The shower in my apartment was broken so I used the shower at the consulate. The steamy water aroused me. My studly subordinate lived here and was mere doors away. As I scrubbed my skin, my hand went down to play with my pussy. I moaned, knowing that my dark haired fantasy had the ears of a bat. The next thing I knew, he broke down the door. Seeing me touch myself, he gave me a hot look and licked his lips.

"I'm sorry sir, I heard you and I thought you might be hurt."

"Oooh yes, I'm hurting. Make my pain go away."

Never one to disobey an order, he took off his red thermal undies. I'll call him Mr.Redsurge now; his dick was huge, red and surging up towards the ceiling.

His cock was gorgeous, his thighs and his ass looked like they could give me the fuck of my life. I dropped to my knees, he looked so yummy. I sucked him as though I was trying to suck start a Harley. He pulled me up, and roughly slammed me against the shower wall.

"I want you to come all over my cock." He rammed his member into my tight hole. I came instantly and grabbed his muscular ass. He shouted as his love juice spurted into me and I came again.From now on, I'll order Mr. Redserge to play Mountie, er...mount me more often

Anonymous

From the romance novel "To Serge, With Love."

I stood under the shower at the consulate. Its tingling spray energized me.

Normally, I take such a respite in my own home but my shower was being

repaired.

I couldn't forget that I was at work and, my thoughts turned to....Him.

His sable hair, with its curl, tempted my fingers. His eyes, blue as an azure sky one moment, gray as a stormtossed sea the next. His bearing, so regal. His strong body bespoke a man who was no stranger to hard work and....danger. His shoulders were broad enough to carry the weight of a tumultuous world. His arms were bands of tempered steel; his legs were sinewy pillars, ready for action. His hands could hold the most vicious criminals yet gently cradle a child.

My heart ached as duty kept me from this man.

I heard a wail and I realized that my sorrow had manifest itself in a pitiable cry that escaped my trembling lips.

With a mighty crash, the door opened and, suddenly, he swept me into his arms.

"I heard a cry. Are you hurt? Sweet Meg, speak to me." He demanded fiercely.

Mortification swept through my naked body. This stalwart had come to my rescue. How could I tell him that my cry escaped in a moment of weakness?

I'll be strong. Straightening, I looked into his eyes and faced my fear.

"I cry out for you. No longer can I deny my love. But I know honor and duty bind us both. I will apply for transfer to Ottawa tomorrow."

A look I had never seen entered his countenance. A savage gaze was directed at me. A raw, elemental, desire.

Silently, he tore open his red, thermal raiment and, as he cast it off his body, his lips devoured mine in a searing kiss.

His arousal was blatant. I've had lovers before but I wasn't sure I could contain his virility. He saw my awed hesitance and knelt before me. Those gentle hands caressed my quivering thighs before seeking the dewy petals of my womanhood.

"I must have you." He rasped against the downy triangle at the apex of my legs. He sought me with his lips, his tongue, and soon my nectar flowed.

His ministrations had me writhing in ecstasy, but before I could reach the stars, he slid up my moist body and, wrapping my legs around his manly torso, plunged into my heated depths. He played my body like a virtuoso. Soon, even he lost control and sought oblivion.

Again and again, our flesh collided. I was swept away on a torrential flood as the storm of our passion reached its furious pinnacle. With an electric cry of love, I clutched my love and he followed me into the abyss.

After he had spent his essence into me, we fell to the floor.

Holding me, secure, in the warmth of his arms, he declared "Never leave me, my love. For where you go I will follow."

Finis

What Really Happened

Meg stood under the spray of the consulate shower.

She washed her hair and, rinsing, got shampoo in her eyes.

"Damn."

Turning blindly her toe met the raised lip of the shower stall. She yelped, pain bringing more tears to her eyes.

"Oooowww, damn, "

This had been a really bad day. She'd had duties for an upcoming visit of foreign dignitaries. These started after she took an early flight to Chicago from Ottawa. In Ottawa, she had testified in court against Henri Cloutier. He was charged with harassing a subordinate. Her testimony had helped the prosecution nail the bastard but not before his defense lawyer had tried to humiliate her on the cross-examination.On top of all this, Her shower at home had the pressure of a spitting mouse.

The door opened and Fraser ran in. Seeing his superior in pain and the sight of blood had him rushing to her aid.

" Sir, let me help you."

"Goddammit, Fraser, get out." Meg shouted, flailing, blindly, for a towel.

Seeing soapsuds near her eyes, Fraser steered her out of the spray and

wrapped her in a towel. Her toe injury was not serious so he set her

on the vanity. He got water and flushed her eyes. She pushed his hand away.

"I'm ok now Fraser."

" Sir your toe needs attention, let's clean the cut."

The peroxide stung, followed by another sensation. The tickle of Frasers touch on her instep. She pulled her foot away. He took her foot again and bandaged her toe.

Stifling the giggle that threatened to erupt, Meg looked at Fraser kneeling at her feet. This, along with the stress of the day, the ridiculous situation she was in, and being tickled, was too much. She started laughing. It was either laugh or cry. When Meg actually noticed that Fraser was in his red longjohns, she laughed harder Understanding that she needed the release, Fraser smiled.

Embarrassed by her outburst but unable to stop Meg decided to pay him back for the foot tickle.

Fraser stood and was surprised when Meg tried to tickle his ribs.

"Fraser, stop being supermountie and laugh."

"Is that an order sir?"

Meg realized she had never really heard Fraser laugh "yes, Fraser.

Laugh for me."

Taking her hand, Fraser suggested " It might work if you tickled my

ribs in this spot."

"You are still not laughing."

"I'm sorry, but my clothes render your efforts inadequate."

*Inadequate, my ass * Thought Meg. She unbuttoned his top and reached

inside.

Fraser's laugh rewarded Meg and aroused her too. She grazed his nipple.

Suddenly, they stopped laughing and looked at each other. Then, where fingers once tickled, they now caressed. Their mouths met in a deep, kiss Meg stroked Fraser's chest eliciting a deep moan.

Fraser tugged at her towel. Smiling, he saw her smooth back and curved hips reflected in the vanity mirror while he also enjoyed the sight of her firm breasts and beautiful legs from the front.

Megs touch reached his abdomen. She hesitated, then moved her hand down to encircle his shaft. Stroking him, she used her other hand to pull down his clothes.

Fraser needed to be closer to her. He trailed kisses from her mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples.

His hands were not idle. He spread her knees. Running his hands up her thighs, he touched her wet core. His fingers moved into her again and again.

They stoked each others arousal as they moved their sex closer to each other.

When his engorged tip touched her swollen folds, he moved his fingers to rub her clitoris. She guided him into her and grabbed his ass as he started thrusting

"Oooh Fraser, ahhh Ben c'mon, harder"

He replied in long deep moans that picked up speed as he pumped harder.

Fraser pulled her butt closer to the edge of the vanity so he could plunge deeper

"Oh God, Ben I'm cumming" She cried as her climax slammed through her.

Her contractions pulled Fraser into his own orgasm as he shouted "MEG."

After a while Meg pulled back and looked, with a smile and said "Ben, I order you not to forget this contact." They both succumbed to laughter again.