From: bizzzichick To: Whispers Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW FIC: Bitch, MSR, NC-17, (1/2) Date: Tuesday, October 23, 2001 10:12 PM Title: Bitch Author: David S. Rating: NC-17 Keywords: MSR, H Disclaimer: Sometimes when I'm alone I like to put the Mulder and Scully action figures into erotic positions. Oh, not that type of disclaimer. Ok. Well. Don't I feel awkward! Ha-HAA! The X-Files is owned by someone other than me. I am not trying to profit off of them. Summary : "You're not going to say it?" she asked tersely. "No, I'm not," he shot back. "We'll see what your answer is in two hours." He pulled on the restraints and rattled them. He was there until she said he could leave. Archive: Yes, please! Archive away, you crazy kids! But let me know so I can impress my friends. Notes: Hey! You gotta read my story, "Shut Up, Mulder" first, 'cause this is a sequel. It's pretty easy to follow without it, but I think it'll definitely make much more sense if you read that one first! This story takes place sometime in season 7 before DD went bye- bye. You really don't have to have any knowledge of previous eps to enjoy this story. (Although liberal amounts of alcohol might help you enjoy the experience.) Thanks to Satina for being my beta. "You saved me!" It's the chore of a lifetime and I'm not effin' kidding. She graciously translates "David-speak" to something resembling the English language. My dedications are so boring because I always dedicate them to the two most important people in my life. So if you fall asleep at my predictability, that's cool, but I'm not gonna stop, ok? :) To Satina and Shannon: Every day I learn something new about myself. Thank you for helping me to grow as a writer and a person. I owe you both, big time! I'd also like to dedicate this to Cam (kacaso) who has done all the beautiful covers for my (and Satina and Shan's) stories. They are soooo gorgeous and I always want to write stories that are worthy of them. So thank you and thanks for suggesting the idea of a "dirty talk" fic! Spoilers: None, can you believe it? Feedback: Ah yeah! Ya know me! nakedmanatee@yahoo.com ........................................... There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. - Edith Wharton "SCULLY! Let ME GO!" Mulder's voice was raspy in its desperation, and the anger swimming beneath the steadily deteriorating veneer of control gave her goosebumps. She surveyed her handiwork, feeling a throbbing in her sex. She took a step out of the darkness and he could see her better in the candlelight. She was stripped down to a black bra and panties. Nothing else was needed. The flame on the wick shook, sending shadows dancing on the walls. The orange sliver threatened to go out, as if it too were humbled by her presence. "Are you ready to say it?" she said, bluntly. Mulder's eyes surveyed her, and they seemed to glint darkly in the candlelight. Everything was there in those eyes: desire, need, love, and most of all, anger. And the anger meant everything. As she came to his side, he vainly made an effort to jerk up off the bed, but the handcuffs around his wrists held as tight as ever. The echoes of metal on metal traveled through the bedroom. It was quite an image: a naked Mulder handcuffed to a bed and struggling to get away from Scully. "Shhhhh..." She sat beside him on the bed and barely touched his bare chest. He quivered helplessly. She gave him a smile that cut him in its triumph, but soothed him with its tenderness. She had that effect on him, she knew it, and he had always come back for more. Now, well, now... he couldn't leave. ...................................... They had crossed the line from partners to lovers that surreal night in the Virginia backwoods. The official version, approved by Skinner, was that they were on "stakeout" looking for a Patsy Cordova, whom according to Mulder had a psychic connection with the forest creatures. The real version was that Mulder was too socially stilted to just fucking go and ask Scully for a date, so he had to take these weird cases just to get Scully in his personal space bubble for extended periods of time. She didn't know what was more pathetic; that he would do such things or that her heart would go all Ally McBeal pittery-pat when he did, even causing her to dress like a 'ho with her black bra and white tank. Hey, what works, works, she thought. And it did work. Well, she had to practically put Mulder's hand on her chest. Wait, she *did* have to put Mulder's hand on her chest. What the hell is the matter with my boobs, she thought. She considered asking men at random. Excuse me, A.D. Skinner...What do you think... of these babies? she'd say, lifting her shirt. Eh? Eh? Pretty nice, huh? Would I have to *ask* you to touch them? Would I have to physically put your hand to them to get you to touch them? I mean, really, what the fuck is up with that? But an innuendo here, a stray touch there, and Mulder was hers. It took a more direct approach, but she soon burned away his nervousness till all that was left was an unquenchable desire. They made love until the squirrels absconded with their clothing. It was weird. But she had gotten used to weirdness with Mulder. It was hard to think of an ordinary life with Mulder. She often daydreamed of her wedding day, but whenever her mind got to the place where the pastor asks if anybody objects to this union, she saw the flukeman burst through the church doors, dripping sludgy goo. And she didn't bat an eye. She had expected something like this. He had said that he loved her. She had had mind-numbing, knee- shaking, can't-walk-afterwards, get-me-a-drink sex, and then he said that he loved her. That he had always loved her. After all the times she thought he couldn't possibly feel that. They had had more than their share of obstacles. It didn't help that his two main exes were evil psychos. She wondered what other unstable women Mulder had been involved with. She shuddered. But in the end it was she who had him. And she loved him back. Goddamn, even when she didn't know it, it must have been so obvious to everyone else. People were *always* mistaking them for lovers wherever they went. And Mulder, the gleeful bastard, always took great pleasure in pretending it was so. He loved to play house. Could he do it for real? Scully wondered. It had been two months since that night when they made love and curled up naked with only a blanket around them. When he wasn't around, sometimes she'd curl up in the blanket just to smell that lingering Mulder scent. It was like magic and she could feel his arms around her. Who was she? She looked in the mirror and she didn't recognize the face. It glowed. She no longer knew if she was awake or if she was dreaming. Things were good. A song would come on the radio and she wouldn't even wait for one that she knew the words to, to *sing*. She gave dollar bills to the pencil guy on the corner. A guy in a bad suit took her parking spot and she didn't care. She hadn't finished singing Madonna's "Express Yourself" anyway. Except. Except, except. Fuck. Her mom had brought it up. Thank you, mother. What were mothers for, if not to bring up all the shit you didn't want to think about. They were talking on the phone, and her mom did that mom thing where she casually throws in what is supposed to be some sort of innocuous comment, but in reality is a cutting indictment of everything that is wrong with her relationships. No, she can't just be happy. She has to point out that one pothole in the road. "Dana, I know how much Mulder means to you..." "But, dear...I get the feeling that he's not being totally honest with you." "What are you talking about, mom? Mulder has always been honest with me." "Well, maybe that was a poor choice of words." "Tell me what you mean." "Like on Sunday when we all had dinner. Didn't his behavior strike you as odd? He barely said a word. And when he did, he deferred to you on everything." "Well, now, mom...He was nervous about having dinner with you. He was just anxious." "He's met me before!" she said. "This is different. He's my boyfriend now." Scully winced at the word. It seemed so pathetic a description for him. She wanted to say soulmate or lover, but she didn't feel like hearing her mom laugh for five minutes. "Dana, is he always like that with you?" "Like what?" "Like he's walking on eggshells." "He doesn't walk on eggshells." Come to think of it, she thought, whenever he'd come close to doing something vaguely Mulderesqe (read: weird), he seemed to change the subject or just ditch her, which is something he always did that pissed her off, but it *did* seem to be getting more frequent. Oh god! Her mom was *right*. It sounded like nothing, this tiny pothole on the horizon. Everything looked tiny from far away though... until you got good and close, and by then there's no way to avoid it. What the hell was Mulder doing? Treating her with kid gloves now that they were lovers? Shit. Right then, it was fairly easy to push the problem away. She could take care of it later in the relationship. She even put it on her to-do list. 1.)Get carpets shampooed. 2.)Volunteer for the Red Cross. 3.)Confront Mulder on his strange behavior. But as the week wore on, Mulder, the bastard, made it harder and harder for her to put it off. Something had to give. ....................................... Tuesday, 12:30 p.m. Left her looking stupid and lonely when he didn't show up for lunch. Okay, she was used to that, but then every drunk-ass, smelly barfly worth his salt attempted to score with her by calling her Red and Chicky-baby and ordering her Tequila Sunrises. She endured countless slurred pick-up lines, like, "You know what would look good on you? Me." Which loses its charm when Mulder isn't saying it. Gonna kill him. Wednesday, 2:15. Meeting with Skinner. Mulder, distracted by vivid dreams of a spectral Jim Varney, wrote all of his case notes on doilies. Again, as far as zany Mulder behavior went, this was about 5 on the weirdness scale. He was always pulling this shit. But he handed Scully the notes in an envelope for her to turn in while he began to obsessively pour over old Ernest videos. She felt sick to her stomach as Skinner pulled the doilies out of the manilla envelope one by one, giving her a sad, disappointed look. The color left her face, and she thought she might just vomit all over Skinner's desk. Gonna kill him. Thursday, 8:00a.m. Mulder called to say he couldn't meet her for breakfast. Something "important" had come up. Sorry, but she did *not* consider reports of a holy shroud dating back to the time of Christ with the shadow of Jennifer Lopez's face on it to be more important. That's pretty fucking unimportant, actually. And did he have to call her "J.Lo"? Please...Mulder. I'm gonna fucking kill him. God, what was he doing? What was this? Passive-aggressive dating? I love ya, oh look at the time! He was afraid. That scared little shit was retreating. Afraid of her, afraid of loving, afraid of not being loved... afraid of saying something stupid... afraid of offending her...afraid he'd lose her. ................................. So, yeah, he had been asking for it. She was sick of it. Sick of the way he kept his feelings to himself. She knew he loved her. Hell, they had just moved in together. He could say "I love you." That wasn't a problem. But he was always too careful with everything else, as if he might say too much and lose her. It hurt her for him not to be totally hers. He didn't seem to be able to give it all to her. And she wanted it all. She had found herself in the self-help section of Barnes and Noble. When Steve, the self-proclaimed books expert, asked her if he could help her with anything, she just looked at him and said "hah!", which in retrospect, was kind of rude. She did find a book called, "Sex Games He's Gonna LOVE!!!" and while most of them were worthless... she really didn't *want* to play Xena, Warrior Princess... there was one delicious idea involving submission and handcuffs. Oooo, she could just *see* Mulder handcuffed to the bed. Scully put the book on her credit card, and Steve gave her a knowing wink. "That one's pretty good. Page 53. Highly recommended. Ah yeah." "Thank you." She paused, then looked him squarely in the eye. "I'm more of a page 76 girl myself." She winked. "See ya around, 'Steve'." Steve's Adam's apple moved while he swallowed and he looked as if he might pass out. "76. Intense." She walked out to her car, her confidence surging. God, that felt good. A little innuendo and the man was putty. Nothing like a little sex to get to the essence of a man. She had it all planned out. "I want him to get pissed at me," she said aloud to no one before she got into her car. "I need to feel that." Damn it sounded hot. ............................. "Ok, got it Agent Mulder?" Skinner stated bluntly, with all the characteristic sensitivity that Mulder and Scully had come to expect. "Yeah. Yeah. I go in. I get Patsy Cordova. I come out. I think I can handle this one. But I seriously doubt any prison can hold her." "She has specified that she will only talk to you. But we'll be in the Bye, Bye, Buggy! vans down the street." Their eyes darted to one another's and they both suppressed a smirk at hearing Skinner say, "Bye, Bye, Buggy!" "I can handle it. She's not dangerous." They had received a note this morning, carried by a large black crow sent by Patsy. She had gotten tired of running and wanted to give herself up...but only to the one man who might understand her: Agent Mulder. If any other agents came into the condemned apartment building, she would bolt. "I'm not taking any chances. Agent Scully had an excellent idea." Skinner looked at her, and she took her cue and handed Mulder a black headset. "Wear this, Mulder. You've used it before. This--" She tapped the tiny camera affixed to the top band. "Will let us see what you're seeing. And this--" She held up the earpiece. "Will let me maintain communication with you at all times." Mulder frowned a bit at Scully's need to protect him. After all, it wasn't *that* dangerous of a mission. Patsy Cordova was a skilled thief...and sure she seemed to have a psychic link with animals, but she hadn't hurt anyone in her crimes. Two way communication? Headset with camera? Overkill. "Okay, but I'll be fine." She watched him put on the headset. It was impossible to fight that wonderful urge to touch him, to help him. She grabbed the earpiece and slid it up to his ear, her fingers grazing his hair. It wasn't overtly sexual in any way. But there was something sweet and intimate about it that made her want him even more. Mulder's mouth curled up into a pleased half-smile. She knew that he loved it, this social display that wouldn't have happened three months ago. Mulder leaned into her and whispered, "I think they're jealous." He smiled, adjusting the earpiece further. "Friendly, aintcha Scully?" he said into her ear. "You don't know the half of it," she retorted low enough that the others could not hear. "Now get your ass in there, Agent," she said, wanting desperately to slap his ass. Instead, she turned around and noticed the three other agents were all staring off at equally fascinating vantage points. Skinner was dutifully cleaning dirt from underneath a fingernail. Skinner looked up. "You ready, Agent Scully?" "Mmm-hmmm. Let's do it." "Ok," Skinner said. "You go in the back of van one. You establish visual and audio with Agent Mulder. You radio to me in the other one and I'll let my people know when and if they have to move. Unless you need someone to back you up in there." "No!" she said quickly. "Um, no. I've got it." Skinner was silent for a second, trying to figure her out. "Okay then. Let's move out. Mulder, you're on. Scully'll establish a/v communication with you in a few minutes." Mulder nodded toward him and then locked eyes with Scully. "See ya in there, Scully." She gave him a smile, but said nothing, her heart beating faster and her mind racing at the dirty plans that she had for him. She went to the back of the Bye, Bye, Buggy van, which had a cartoon painting of three cockroaches cringing in terror from a man who looked like a Ghostbuster. She unlocked the doors, opened them, and climbed in. "You need any help, Agent Scully?" Skinner said from behind her. "No! No, thank you sir," she said, looking more than a little bit jittery. She slammed the doors in his face, looked at them, then locked them for good measure. She turned around and switched on the console. She flicked the mic button and it lit up. The static on the monitor was replaced with a black and white view of the hallway that Mulder was walking down. She leaned into the microphone. "Mulder, it's me." "psshhhhh--Ully...nice to hear your --pshshshh--" "Mulder, I can barely hear you. A lot of static on this end. Can you hear me?" "Can hear you ---pshshshshhh---fine, Scully. Keep talking. What was that back ---pshshshshhh-- fingers on me---psshsh-- everyone---psshhhshshsh---erection---pshshsshshsh-you alone Scully?" His voice got panicky realizing that maybe A.D. Skinner was listening to him talking about an erection. She knew what he was talking about even if she couldn't quite hear him. "Yes, Mulder. We're alone. Just you, me, and maybe Patsy Cordova." She shook her head. "Mulder, you mean to tell me that me adjusting your headset gave you a hard-on?" "Well--psssshhsss-your perfume--psshshshh--helpless, Scully." Mulder was going up the stairs now. They believed she had once had an apartment on the top floor. No elevator. The place was going to be demolished in a month. "Are you hard now?" she said, using that rich, dark, sex voice that Mulder always brought out in her. "---pssshshhsss-wasn't--psshshhhh--you said that!" "So all I have to do is ask you if you're hard, and that makes you hard." Mulder tilted his head downward and Scully's monitor had a nice close-up of Mulder's burgeoning crotch. Yup, the camera does not lie. She laughed in amazement. "Fair enough. Gee, I hope you don't have to run, Mulder." Shit, she knew she had power over him, but this? Her head spun with the possibilities. "pshshhshh--you Scully? pshshhsh-- get you hot thinking about -- pshshshshh--you've created?" Scully involuntarily squeezed her legs together. "Mulder..." "pppshshhh--Yeah?" "You know the dinner we're having tonight?" "Yeah?" "Why don't we just forget about the dinner part? Why don't you just come over and fuck me senseless." She held her breath, not believing she just said that with Skinner just a van away. Silence. The camera revealed that Mulder had stopped moving and he had his hand on the stair rail. "pshshhhh---ready to come down there ---psssshshhss--- fuck you right pshhhshsh---" Damn, did her mind love to fill in the gaps. "I've got some plans for you, Mulder. I want to handcuff you to my new bed. I want to watch your body buck helplessly underneath me." More silence as Mulder presumably made an effort to catch his breath. She continued, slowly, imagining what she would do to him. "I think I'll wear nothing but that black push-up bra and matching silk panties." She let that sink in. "Where you take it from there is up to you." "pshshshshhhhHH--fuck!" Scully now had a view of the top hallway. Mulder was walking down it slowly. Then she saw it. A squirrel. "Mulder, there's a squirrel!" "psssshshshsh--on it, Scully!" The squirrel stood up on two legs, looking curiously at Mulder. Mulder froze. Then the squirrel started running towards Mulder. Mulder stood his ground, unsure of what to do. "Mulder! I'm going to call back-up!" "pshsshshhh---only a squirrel!" Scully reached over to flip the switch that would open up communications with Skinner's van. Her finger touched it and she inhaled sharply when she saw it. It was already on. Oh fuck. That means... Somebody pounded on the van's back door and she jumped. She took one last look at the monitor to see a squirrel flying towards Mulder's face. The screen was then filled with snow. Scully turned and opened the door. Skinner was standing there and Scully felt flush. "Sir! I can explain! Agent Mulder and I--" "No time, Scully. We spotted Patsy Cordova in the adjacent building before we had a chance to speak with you. You can tell Mulder there's nothing in those apartments." She swallowed. "You...didn't hear anything that we said?" "No, I'm sorry. We haven't even been in the van. Did you have something important you wanted to say?" Scully's eyebrows shot up nervously. "No, no. Nothing." Her face looked pained. She pointed back at the controls. "I better get back and see if I can contact Agent Mulder." Skinner nodded slowly. "Ohh-kay. You do that, Agent." She smiled and was about to shut the door when the squirrel came running out of the apartment building. It looked like it was dragging Mulder's headgear. It scampered into some bushes and Mulder ran out the front entrance looking for the furry thief. "Which way?" he shouted. Skinner sighed and shook his head. Scully halfheartedly pointed, then she let her hand fall. "Forget it, Mulder. It's gone!" Mulder walked over to them and shrugged his shoulders. "Ambushed. That's one dangerous squirrel." "Yeah," Skinner deadpanned. "I better get on that and put Rocky on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted Rodents list. Now excuse me, there's a suspected psychotic prairie dog on the loose." "Asshole," Mulder muttered underneath his breath as Skinner walked away. He was scowling, looking for any sign of movement in the bushes. Scully placed her hand on his arm. "Hey," she said softly. "The day isn't totally shot, you know." That's it, Mulder. Lean in. I dare you not to. She lowered her eyelids, which was a command for him to kiss her. Almost instantly she felt the warmth of his lips on hers. His forehead touched hers and his hands held her face. "What you said in there...you meant it?" Mulder asked. "Come on over to my place, Mulder, and you'll find out." She pushed her mouth onto his and searched out his tongue. She felt his cock swell and push at her. She forced herself to break the kiss. "I'll see you around six, Mulder." ........................................ She felt cold and naked waiting for him. It was a little weird. She wanted him, *now*. But he wasn't there yet. In fact, he was a little late, which pissed her off. Here she was, sitting on the couch in nothing but a sleazy push-up bra and panties, waiting around and drinking Scotch. She thumbed through a Cosmo, looking for an actual story in between the ads. Her patience was almost gone. A knock on the door came just in time. She went on tippy-toes and stole a glance through the peephole. Had to make sure it wasn't some paperboy she was about to jump. Nope. It was Mulder. He was dripping wet, and she realized it had started to rain outside. It looked good on him. Damn, why did he have to look so good? Her anger melted away into abject lust. Mulder had no time to react as Scully opened the door and grabbed him by his tie. "You're late," she growled, pulling him into her apartment. "I was--" She grabbed his head and pulled him down to kiss her. She felt his tongue meet hers, his kisses passionate, pleasantly warm. Then cold, wet hands were on her body. She gasped. The cold intensified the pleasure of having him touch her, and in seconds the blaze of his desire had eradicated the coolness of the rainstorm. The thunder rumbled low across the sky. "Traffic--" he sputtered in between kisses. "Save it," she said, loosening his tie. He was hard already; she could feel it pressing into her. The tie came off. The jacket, too. As she worked on the buttons of his shirt, Mulder started kissing her neck. She felt his hands, now warmed up considerably, on her ass as he squeezed it possessively. It was starting to pour outside now, the rain pounding on the roof. In a matter of seconds, she had his shirt unbuttoned. She wanted to throw him on the couch and do him right there. It would be so easy... She pulled the shirt off of him and backed him to the couch, pushing on him. He fell back, his butt landing comfortably on the soft pillows. He had a dazed little smile on his face. She was ready to pounce on him when, from the corner of her eye, she saw her mom's picture, looking at them. Oh! Mom! Fuck, there's a reason I'm doing this tonight, isn't there? Gotta be strong. I *will* be strong. "Scully?" Mulder asked, sensing her internal struggle. "Something wrong?" She looked at him with a fierce, hot glare. "Bedroom. Now. And lose the pants." She licked her lips. "I'll get the cuffs." He leapt up, trying to run and undo his pants at the same time. He was surprisingly good at it. She went after him, following the trail of clothes. Mulder plopped down on her bed, naked. It was new and the black ornate metal frame was perfect for handcuffs. Her mom had probably not considered that aspect when she gave it to her. And they hadn't even fucked on it yet. She liked the thought of breaking it in. She lit a few candles and turned off the lights. The wind outside blew and the rain pounded harder. She had two sets of handcuffs laying on her dresser and she scooped them up, walking over to him. Mulder raised his arms, offering no resistance whatsoever. Damn, he wants this. And he doesn't even know what I'm going to do to him, poor boy. She softly put the cuff on one wrist and the snap as it clicked into place echoed in the room. She secured it the metal frame. She went to the other side of the bed and did the same. "You secure?" she asked, demurely. He pulled on the restraints and rattled them. He was there until she said he could leave. "Mmmmmmm...good," she purred. She got on the bed and draped her nearly naked body on his completely naked one. Leaning in, she kissed him, her tongue lightly swirling with his. Her hand wrapped tightly around his cock and he whimpered. Forming a tight circle around his cock with finger and thumb, she slid her hand up and down the warm shaft. "Oh, Scully," he breathed. "Oh, that's good." "Mmmmm, you like that?" She didn't wait for his answer and she jerked her hand up and down, harder. "You know what I would like?" she whispered. "Whu-what?" he managed. "I want *you*," her voice caressed. "To call *me*...a *bitch*." As she emphasized the word "bitch", she squeezed his dick to drive the point home. His whole body shook. The thunder rolled again, blanketing the sky. He opened his eyes, blinking. "What?" "I want you to call me a bitch, Mulder." He smiled anxiously. "I won't do it, Scully. I *don't* think you're a bitch." "I...I could never do that. I won't." She released his cock and sat up on the bed, feeling the anger surge back. "Mulder, I *want* you to. Isn't that enough? Why won't you?" "I...it's just not who I am, Scully!" She pushed up off the bed and stood up, looking down at him. She crossed her arms and Mulder started to look worried. "You're not going to say it?" she asked, tersely. "No, I'm not," he stated flatly. She walked to the door. "Maybe I'll get a different answer, say, in two hours!" She opened the door. "What? You're not gonna leave me here?! You can't do this, Scully!" His face was getting red and the anger turned her on considerably. Be strong, Dana. Be strong. "Just watch me!" She left and slammed the door behind her. She stood on the other side of the door, breathing hard, listening to him shout her name over and over. The adrenaline pulsed in her veins, and she could feel the wetness in her pussy. She smiled to herself. The power. .............................. And that was two hours ago. That's how this whole thing got started. So far, so good. But how was it going to end? "Give us a kiss," Scully whispered. She leaned over him, her breasts practically spilling out of the flimsy piece of cloth that passed for a bra. No support, no matter, it had its desired effect. She got on the bed and straddled him. Mulder was helpless as she rubbed the soft, hot flesh and fabric over his chest and moved to kiss him. He made a showy effort of jerking his face to the side. So cute. She kissed his neck instead, and he bucked on the bed, his arms pulling at his steel bonds. "Don't," he said tersely. She kissed his cheek. "Don't what?" she said innocently. She kissed the corner of his mouth that was available to her and he tensed up. Her tongue flicked softly at the corner of his lips, and his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes closed. She grabbed his chin and physically brought his face back to where she could have better access. Funny, it's not as difficult anymore, she thought. Scully held his face with one hand, enjoying the rough 5 'o clock shadow under her touch. So strong. So masculine. So easy to control. He did struggle a bit, but not as much as when she had first started. She kissed him again, sliding her tongue in rather forcefully. He could do nothing to stop her. Mulder made a valiant effort not to kiss back. For about 4 seconds. Then his tongue met with hers, and he was matching her intensity with an angry passion. She stopped, looking into his eyes and running her fingers through his hair. "Oh, good boy," she whispered lovingly. Mulder's eyes were flame. "I won't say it, Scully," he said defiantly. She left him and stood by the side of the bed. "Ok, well, I just remembered a load of laundry I have to do." Mulder's mouth dropped open. He stared at her, looking shocked and stupid. "It might just be the only thing that gets done tonight." Scully's eyes went to his cock, now standing straight into the air-- her handiwork-- and suppressed the intense urge to strip off her underwear, climb aboard and ride them both into orgasm. "It seems a shame," she said sadly, running a finger lightly up the underside of his shaft. He inhaled and his body tensed up. "I mean, what a waste of a nice. Hard. Cock." She gripped it and squeezed, and a sharp little moan escaped him as he tried with all his will not to be so shamelessly manipulated. "Let me show you something," she said. Scully leaned over him and grabbed the base of his cock and she proceeded to lick up and down the shaft, making hard zigzags with her tongue. He let out a yell and his body bucked. She took him into her mouth and he quivered. She made one swirl with her tongue, then it was over, and she left the hard, glistening shaft cold and alone. "Fuuuuuckkk!" he raged. "What are you doing to me?" "*That*... is what you're missing. Now I have to go. I'll be back in another couple of hours." Fuck, Mulder, you're a tough nut to crack. Scully walked to the door and turned the handle, trying not to look back. "....bitch." Her head turned and she felt a twinge in her sex and a warm wetness spreading down below. She walked back to him. "I didn't hear that." He turned his face, now flush, away from her. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sitting on his chest. "Don't be ashamed. I want you to say it." "But... I don't feel it, Scully," he said softly. "You've got have some anger in there somewhere, Mulder. My infuriating doubts. Always questioning you. Never sharing *my* feelings with you. Access it, Mulder!" "I don't--" She got off of him again. "Do you want me to leave?" she said tersely. "Fine. That's what I'll do. Fuck you, Mulder!" She strode across the room. "...bitch..." he said, half-audibly. She froze and turned, her body suddenly feeling warm all over. Her eyes locked onto his, and she could see the anger and heat. "Say it louder!" Scully commanded him. Mulder jerked his head to the side and began struggling at his bonds. His dick bounced in the air and she felt herself get wetter. God, she wanted to feel that cock in her. "I need..." "...to hear it!" Nothing. "You. Fucking. Asshole." She walked to the other side of the bed where he was hiding his face. She locked her gaze onto his and he swallowed. He looked very unsure of anything except his anger and his lust. Good. That was how she wanted him. She could feel the sexual energy that his body was giving off. Christ, who turned up the heat? She stood beside him and they couldn't break their locked stare. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Her breasts fell free from the pathetic garment as she pulled it off. Mulder's eyes went down to them and he looked feral, dangerous. The candle flame seemed to dance wickedly. "Do you want these?" she said, cupping her breasts in her hands and raising them up in offering. He nodded briefly in assent. "Then *tell* me," she snapped. "I....CAN'T!" he said, through clenched teeth. "You can. You whispered it. And now I want you to yell it!" He was so helpless, but he refused to be broken. He stared darkly at her and it was as if they could hear each other's thoughts. A thought entered her head and she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together at the deliciousness of it. She willed herself not to run to him. Instead, she walked slowly over to him, revealing no urgency. Let's see if he can handle this. She took off her panties, let them drop to the floor, and climbed atop him, her thighs riding his chest. She felt the dampness between her legs, and she *knew* he had to be feeling it on his chest. The thought electrified her. She had to get him... any part of him... dick, finger, tongue... in her and in her soon. She had waited all goddamned night. Mulder's eyes darted from her face to her breasts. He tried to bring his head up to them, but it was impossible. If desire was enough, Scully knew, Mulder would already have them and more. But desire was not enough. Not here. Not now. He had to allow himself to be broken. To do what she told him to. Only then could he get it. He was off to a nice start. She lowered her breasts closer to Mulder's face. He lifted his head and was just barely able to lick with the tip of his tongue the closest erect nipple. His neck was going to be sore in the morning. His tongue swirled frantically, desperate for the connection not to be broken. Scully bit her bottom lip and found herself lowering to him, wanting more. Mulder's lips formed a seal around the areola of her left breast and sucked at the nipple while his tongue circled the center. "Guh-good," she said, trying to remain in control. But damn, if he wasn't good with that tongue! It was hard to tell from second to second what he was doing as he went from soft lips to a hard, rough tongue flicking the nipple. "Bite." He continued to lick, ignoring her. "*Bite it*!" she grated, grabbing him by the hair. He moaned and she felt the pleasurepain as he lightly bit the nipple. The jolt of pleasure traveled instantly to her pussy. "guhhOD!" she whimpered. Mulder's chest smelled distinctly of Scully. Mulder alternated, going from the sharp shocking pleasure of the baby bite to the wonderful warmth of his tongue to kiss it all better. Scully found she was grinding up against his chest the more he kissed her breast. She sat up and her nipple felt cold now without Mulder's warm mouth around it. He looked dazed and pissed. "Fuck me," he said tersely. She just smiled at him, savoring his lust, goading it to anger. "GET OVER HERE AND FUCK ME!" he commanded. And she wanted very much to do so. To just scoot down onto his hardness and fuck the holy shit out of him. But, *damn* him! "You won't say it, will you? I'll give you something, you fucker. You want my pussy? You want it?" Mulder licked his lips. "I can tell YOU WANT IT. I'll give it to you you FUCKING bastard. I'll give it to you." Scully crawled up to his head and lowered her pussy onto his face. She supported her weight by holding on to the metal frame of the bed. She found she could quite effectively hold his face still by squeezing her thighs together. Mulder had no choice in any of this. Scully controlled him at this point and they both knew it. Still, despite this or because of it, his mouth was more than eager to taste her. Scully felt his tongue feel around for the wet, soft curve of her. He took his time, then he entered. He tongued the bottom of her slit and then licked up slowly to the top. Then he began again. She wanted to tell him what a good boy he was being, but a long, drawn out "...goooood..." was all she could manage under the circumstances. Not really as effective at convincing Mulder she was in control. Oh god. Oh god. She felt his warm, persistent tongue enter her slowly, as hard and soft as his cock. He pushed it in as far as he could, then he started the flicking motion with it. Her thighs clenched, keeping his head *right* there. God. "...hard...uhhhh...huhARDER!" What the fuck? I am the master of my domain-- which is you, Mulder, you are my domain-- and I'll make it harder, she thought. She started grinding into his face, taking advantage of his tongue. She gripped the bed rails tighter as Mulder moaned into her sex. Her thighs held him in place as she forced him to tongue-fuck her. "...uuuuhhhhhHHHHHH...oh!...oh!....fuuuhh..." She whimpered, and she bit her bottom lip again, squeezing her eyes shut tight. She felt a shockwave, and her body was aflame in pleasure as Mulder's nose rubbed up against her clit. She gasped and fucked his face harder. He flexed his tongue in a strong up-and-down motion and rose his head to meet her thrusts. "...AHH!..aaaaaHHHHHH....ohhhh....oOOOOooooOOHHHH!...mmmmmMMMMMMM ....GOD!" Scully was losing it. She felt so close to the edge of it. She supported herself with one hand and brought the other down to Mulder's head, holding him by the hair. Mulder moved his face as much as he could in a circular motion, causing his nose to rub faster against her clit and his tongue to swivel inside of her pussy while she thrust onto him. The building wave crashed, and her body became rigid as a moan turned into a scream of pleasure. .....uuuuuuuuHHHHHHHH...ahhh....uuUUUUUHHHHHHHH...oOOOOOOOHHHH... mmmmmmMMMMMULLLLLDERRRRRRRRRRR!" He moaned into her and carried her through her orgasm, then she bucked one last time on his face. "...oh god, oh god..." she said, looking down. Oh shit! Mulder's eyes were bulging. I'm suffocating him! She quickly lifted up, and he started coughing and inhaling. Scully quickly climbed off his body and stood by the side of the bed. He swallowed, okay now, and licked her taste off of his lips. He looked dazed and ravenous. She looked at him sadly. Maybe he wouldn't say it. Maybe she expected too much out of him. She brushed his hair out of his eyes, then started to leave to find the keys. His voice stopped her in her tracks. "Where...the fuck...do you think you're going...BITCH!?" She froze, her knees suddenly weak. "Did you hear me, bitch?! You are *not* leaving this room until you FUCK me." She nearly collapsed at the power of it. She felt her breath leave her and she was caught unaware by how deeply it affected her to finally, *finally* hear him say it. "God! Yes! Mulder!" Unable to resist him any longer, she climbed atop him as quickly as she could. She grabbed his throbbing hot cock and slid her dripping sex up and down against the shaft, shuddering with the intense pleasure. She could wait no longer. And by the looks of the sex-slickened, twisted face below her, Mulder couldn't either. Never breaking from his gaze, she lifted herself on quivering thighs and then in one sudden, desperate motion, impaled herself on the full length of his tortured, rockhard cock. Mulder cried out, a long, low, agonizingly beautiful cry of pleasure which drowned out her own breathless sob. They had been fucking each other for three months and this was the first time she had heard him like that. It wouldn't be the last time, she knew. She paused, adjusting to the sensation of Mulder's flesh inside her. When she had caught her breath, she leaned back, hands clutching his tensed abdomen, and began to slowly rock her pelvis. Mulder began to emit a desperate, ongoing moan that intensified with each grinding pass. She actually felt sorry for him as she watched him writhe under her, hips bucking and moving side to side, seeking to intensify the sensations. She felt her own pleasure building, and could tell that Mulder was quickly losing control. "...is this it... is *this* what you..wuh-wanted..." Her eyes closed as the pleasure of his cock inside her threatened to take away her capacity for speech. Mulder lifted his torso up and his dick thrust into her deeper. She made an 'oh' and rocked hard on him. "...god...yeesssss..." he cried. "...yes..." Mulder's body felt tender and hot underneath her. This is what he looked like broken underneath her. She couldn't help but feel immense love for him... for this man who would give *everything* to her... his body, his spirit, his fears... his pride. It all belonged to her now. "huh-harderRRR," he grunted, while lifting his pelvis to meet her. She thrust harder onto him, her position of superiority enabling her to control the speed and depth of each thrust. "...you...guhOD.. you... like...that?" she whispered and he nodded quickly. "...come.. you...bas...bastard... I want..." "every... fucking...d-drop.." She slid her hand down her body and began to rapidly finger her clit, fucking Mulder harder. Her body tingled, her heart sped up and she was flush from the heat. "...ooohhh... uuuuuHHHHHHH...ahfffuuuckk..." She tried to hold it but couldn't. She ground into him as hard as she could and the orgasm shot through her, flowing hotly throughout her entire body. She was crying out now and she realized that he was moaning along with her. "...uuuuuuuhhhhh....guhhhhhhhhoooodddd....oh!....uhhhhHHHHHH...Sc uuh..ssssscuUUUULLLLLLEEEEEE!" Scully squeezed down on him as hard as she could and her orgasm turned into Mulder's. She felt the hot, pulsing jets of his seed shoot deeply inside her and she cried out louder. He bucked underneath her, ramming himself as deeply as he could go. She greedily took it, grinding her pussy hard and tight around his cock, milking every last drop out of him. Finally, slowly, their bodies relaxed and Scully let herself collapse onto Mulder. She held him tightly, her mouth on his chest, leaving soft kisses. She could smell herself on his chest. It smelled good. They lay there for minutes, their breaths hot and belabored. His heart was racing. She clenched her pussy around his cock and he gasped. Countless minutes went by and they said nothing. She ran her fingers through his hair without looking at him. They lay there in silence, emotionally and physically exhausted. She heard the sound of a clock ticking. The rain had finally stopped. "Scully..." he whispered, his voice cracking. "Mulder," she said into his chest. "Don't...don't say you're sorry...for calling me a bitch. I wanted you too. I *needed* you to." She moved her head so she could see him. "Mulder, you've spent too much of my time and yours always holding something back. And I don't want you to. I want all of you. Including the part of you that wants to call me a bitch." He grinned. "I was going to say that I'm sorry I didn't call you one earlier. But you're right. What happened tonight... I can't explain it... and I deal in the unexplainable." He paused. "I know what I've been doing. I think we both know and I can't thank you enough. These are walls that I couldn't break down without you. You gave me a gift today, Scully." She touched his face and kissed him tenderly. He whispered, "And I won't hold anything back from you. You're in my life now... all the way." Scully sat up. "Mulder, you're not pissed at me.. that I tortured you?" "Well, for a minute there I thought Clyde Bruckman might have been right about how I'm going to die. "Oh, Mulder, I'm so sorry!" "It's ok. I deserved it. I was being..." "A bastard?" "Yeah. I was a big ol' bastard. I was just asking for a big spanking. Thankfully I've got you to do it for me." He jiggled the handcuffs. "Now can you unlock me?" She smiled back. "I guess you've earned it." She got up to get the keys. "Bastard," she growled. "Bitch," he shot back. ............................. 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