Title:       Fetish
Author:      lovesfox
E-mail:      lovesfox@rogers.com
Rating:      NC-17
Category:    MSR, Smut, PWP
Spoilers:    None
Summary:     Mulder proves a Scully fetish
             in the bathtub

Archive:     Please ask

Disclaimer:  They do not belong to me, I make
             no profit from this story

Dedication:  For Nancy, a fellow DD foot lover
             and beta extraordinaire

Thanks:      Nancy and Mortis


Fetish
by Lovesfox


Scully had a fetish.

Oh, she hadn't -- wouldn't -- admit it, but she did.  There was no 
doubt about it.  He'd tested his theory a few times, and was about 
to test it yet again, because it fascinated him.  Because the fetish 
was about him.

Or rather, his feet.

Yep, Scully had a foot fetish.  

Mulder grinned as he removed his socks, balled them up, and tossed
them in the general direction of her hamper.  Looking down at his
now bare feet, he wiggled his toes.

He didn't get it, really.  There was nothing special about his feet.  
They weren't cute like Scully's, with their dainty polished toes and 
seductive arches.  Feet that looked incredible in her high-heeled 
'come fuck me' shoes, or in open-toed shoes, or even in the thick, 
fuzzy socks she stole from his drawer and never gave back.  His 
looked like...well, like feet.  Ordinary feet.

But hey, if it turned Scully's crank, he was all for it.

With a last grin aimed at her bureau mirror, he headed down the hall 
in search of his woman.  For one last test, to prove his theory.
And to get lucky.  Because seeing her fetish in action turned *his*
crank, big time.

She was curled up on the couch, reading her latest 'New England 
Journal of Medicine' magazine, glasses perched adorably on her nose, 
clad in tights and one of his baseball jerseys.  With her scarlet 
red-painted toes displayed in all their cute, sexy glory, propped 
on a pillow.

"Hey," he said, stopping a few steps away, with his hands on his 
hips.  Well clear of the coffee table so that she would have an 
unobstructed view.

She turned her head to look at him, a vague smile on her face –- the 
one he got when she was deep into whatever article she was reading 
and didn't want to ignore him but wasn't fully paying attention to 
him either.  "Hi," she murmured back, and returned to her magazine.

Mulder frowned.  She hadn't even given him the once-over.  Clearing 
his throat, he tried again.  "Scully?" he said, putting a question 
to her name, knowing she would respond.

A tiny sigh escaped her mouth, but she looked at him again, a slight 
frown on her face.  It must be a particularly gruesome piece, those 
seemed to draw her right in, and hold her interest tight.  That was 
even better for his experiment.  "Yes, Mulder?"

He moved one hand down, scratching at a jean-clad thigh, and her eyes
tracked the movement.  And continued downward all on their own.

Widening just imperceptibly when she reached his feet.

Fighting to hide his grin, he shifted from one foot to the other, 
wiggling his toes a little.

Bingo!

Scully licked her lips, eyes never leaving his feet.  A faint blush 
pinkened her cheeks and she moved restlessly on the couch.

Sauntering over, he smoothly lifted the pillow her feet rested upon,
sat himself down, and deposited her tender tootsies onto his lap, 
sans pillow.  Relaxing deeper into the cushions, he swung his legs 
up and propped his own feet on the coffee table, crossing one ankle 
over the other.

Her eyes had gone to his face, and then his hands as he sat down,
but when he craftily displayed his bare appendages, she had been
drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Not to overdo it, he did not wiggle his toes again.  Yet.  Playing
it casual, he asked, "Wanna go out, do something?"

"Hmmmm?" was her clearly distracted response.  Followed by another
swipe of her tongue over her unpainted lips.  She pulled her eyes
away from his feet, the reluctance obvious, and met his gaze.
"What did you say?"

Smiling at her, Mulder repeated, "Do you want to go out and do 
something?"  He was 99% sure the answer would be no.  If it was 
yes, he was going to have to be very persuasive in talking her 
out of it.  But he was confident he was up to the task.  In more 
ways than one.

Scully blinked a few times, slow, languid blinks that emphasized
the dilation of her pupils.  Her voice was just the tiniest bit 
husky when she replied, "Not really."  Aggressive Scully made an 
appearance then, her eyes flicking from his face to his groin and 
back again.  A tiny smile played about her lips, and he knew his 
state of semi-arousal had not escaped her notice.  "Do you want...
to go out?"

Hell, no.

He shook his head slowly.  "Nope."

Her smile widened.  "Well, what do you want to do?"

He almost blurted out 'fuck you right here, right now', but he 
didn't.  An idea had come to mind when he had been in the bedroom
preparing to test his foot fetish theory.  A rather kinky one.
He'd wondered how receptive Scully would be to it, and there was
only one way to find out.

"I want to take a bath with you," he told her.

This time her blink was one of confusion, and maybe disappointment.  
She'd obviously expected something along his 'fuck now' line, and
would have been very keen on the idea.  Then a look of anticipation
and arousal transformed her features, made the blue of her eyes
seem even deeper, darker.

Swinging her feet off his lap, he brought his feet down from the 
coffee table to the floor, and rose from the couch, offering his 
hand.  "Come on."  When she placed her hand in his, he tugged her 
up.  

A little more forcefully than necessary, causing her to fall flush 
against his body.  She let out a tiny 'ooomph' that turned into an 
'ooooooh' when he pressed his groin into her soft belly and circled 
his hips.

"Oh-kay," she breathed, hands clutching at the waistband of his 
jeans for balance.  "A bath...sounds nice."

He had high hopes to surpass nice, and go into the territory of 
unbelievable and fantastic, actually.  Though at the rate his 
arousal was increasing, he might be lucky to make it to great.

Stepping back, he grabbed one of her hands and started down the 
hall, pulling her after him.

Scully got playful on the way, plastering herself to him from 
behind, arms encircling his waist.  One bold hand glided down 
his zipper, fondling and groping his package.  "Is this for me?" 
she cooed, and then nimbly popped his button, nails scratching 
lightly at his belly.

"Uhhh...always!" he got out, lungs suddenly deprived of oxygen.  
How quickly she had turned the tables on him.  His hips jerked 
forward, pressing his now fully erect cock against her hand, 
before he found the strength to pull her fingers away.  "Patience, 
Scully," he croaked.

"Party-pooper," she mewled, but slid her hands away, copping a 
feel of his ass as they retreated, delivering a brisk pinch that 
had him yelping and his dick throbbing.

Catching his breath, he guided her into the bathroom and over 
to the sink.  Gripping her hips, he murmured, "Up," and lifted 
as Scully hopped at the same time, depositing her on the wide 
countertop.  "Behave," he warned, wagging his finger at her as 
he backed away.

She blew a kiss at him, but stayed where she had been put, her 
eyes ogling his body, a flirty smile curving her lips.  A second 
later her gaze slipped down to his feet once more.

Grinning, he turned around and bent to stopper the bathtub, 
wiggling his ass in the air a little, getting a giggle and a 
breathy, "Oooh, baby," in return.  After turning the taps on, 
heavier on the hot water, he straightened and turned to face 
her once more.

He put a shimmy to his hips, the rush of water as it filled the 
tub the accompanying stripper music, and tugged his tee shirt 
over his head.  Flinging the cotton to a corner of the room, he 
then brought his fingers to the fly of his jeans.  He stopped, 
cocking his head to one side, and eyed Scully speculatively.

Her teeth were sexily sunk into her plump bottom lip, and she 
was watching him with avid eyes, her nipples poking against 
his jersey.

"Your turn," he said, and waited.

Sliding to the floor with a little hop, Scully slowly brought 
her hands up to the neckline, holding his gaze.  One by one, 
she undid the buttons of the jersey, until it was gaping open, 
not quite revealing her breasts.  Next, she dipped one shoulder 
with a rolling motion, and the soft, worn material slid down 
her upper arm to catch at the bend of her elbow.  Repeating 
the action with her other shoulder, she let both arms drop, 
his jersey sliding off of her to pool on the tile floor.

Inhaling deeply, he began to slide his zipper down, as Scully
simultaneously slid her thumbs beneath the elastic of her 
tights and started to tug.  They shimmied their hips together, 
and removed tights and jeans at the same time.  It left her 
clad in a tiny scrap of white silk, and he in soft cotton, grey 
boxer-briefs tented by his erection.

Again they moved in tandem, removing their last articles of 
clothing to stand nude, admiring gazes running over the other's 
body.

Mulder couldn't help strutting a little as he walked towards 
Scully, for her gaze was focused on his proudly jutting cock.  
Which seemed to harden even more when she licked her lips.  He 
was going to do his best to ignore it though, for he had plans.

Offering her his hand once again, he led her to the now half-
filled, deep clawfoot tub, and helped her step over the side.  
Once she was settled at the end without the taps, he climbed 
in and sat down at the opposite end, facing her.  It was a 
little awkward, but doable.

He waited until the tub was three-quarters full before shutting 
the taps off and sinking down so that his shoulders were against 
the back of the tub, carefully avoiding the taps.  Not quite 
mirroring Scully's pose -- instead of her shoulders, her head 
rested on the rim. 

She had her legs bent, kneecaps together and poking up through 
the water, her toes brushing his inner thighs.  His legs were 
also bent, but spread wide, the outsides of his knees touching 
the sides of the tub, feet caging her hips.

She made a humming sound, her eyes falling shut, and lifted her 
hands from the tub's edge to drop into the water and cover his 
feet.  He wiggled them a little in response, and she hummed 
again.

"Scully," he called low-voiced, and she opened her eyes to peer 
at him questioningly.  "Admit it, Scully," he said.  "You've got 
it bad for my feet."

Blink.

Head dip to look at the feet in question.

Swallow.

Rush of color to cheeks.

Blink.

Tongue swipe over lips.

Rasp of sound.  "Yes."

"A fetish for my feet," he clarified, rubbing one foot along her
water-slicked outer thigh.

She blushed deeper as her eyes flicked from his face to his foot
and then to his cock, the erection that had been diminished by 
the heat of the water returning as he admired the reactions he 
had wrought.  This time her 'yes' was strangled, her breasts 
rising and falling rapidly.  A second later she got out, "You 
have very," shaky breath, "sexy feet, Mulder."

"That turns me on," he whispered.  "Knowing you think my feet 
are sexy."  

A husky moan escaped her parted lips, and her legs fell open to 
lean against his.  His eyes dipped to the dark triangle between
her thighs, and he smiled wickedly.  With a bit of creative 
maneuvering, he bent his right leg and brought his foot up and 
over her leg, resting it on her left thigh.

Along with his knee, his toes and the top half of his foot poked 
out of the water.  They were also very close to her upper body.  
He just had to turn his leg slightly to brush the underside of 
her breast with his big toe.

She hissed his name, her eyes slipping shut again, and her body 
jerking and sending a small wave of water sloshing up his chest.

So he did it again, managing to stroke his toe along the whole
curve of the same breast this time.  "You like that, Scully?"

"Ye-es."  More sloshing of water as she shifted to prolong the
contact.

"How about this?"  

This was the sole of his foot rubbing over her hardened nipple,
followed by him bending his toes to pinch it.

"Mulder!"

"I'll take that as a yes," he teased, and very carefully held 
his leg up so that he could rub her nipple with just the pad
of his big toe.

"Definitely a yes," she whispered, head lolling a little.  Her 
free hand was now clutching the rim of the tub, while her other 
hand convulsively tightened on his foot under the water.  Taking
a deep and shaky breath, she then began to stroke it.  

It felt really good.  Almost as good as the soft, slick skin
of her breast beneath his other foot.  Apparently, under 
Scully's ministrations his feet were an erogenous zone.

Applying a bit more pressure, he massaged her entire breast
with the sole of his foot in up and down motions.

Suddenly Scully lifted her head and dipped it down, her mouth
open.  She closed it around his big toe when his foot rose 
out of the water on an upward pass, her hand having left the 
side of the tub to cup his heel and hold it still.  She began 
to suck.

This time it was he who jerked.  "CHRIST!" he exclaimed, feeling 
the sensual tugging throughout his entire body, centering in his 
cock.  He could not take his eyes from her lips wrapped around
the digit, and shivered from the sight and the sensation.  He
watched and felt her smile around his toe, the rough side of her
tongue circling it once, twice, before she let him pop free of 
her mouth, her hand lowering his foot to her breast again.

She repeated his words back to him, pleased as punch.  "You 
like that, Mulder?"

Saucy wench.

"Yessss," he drawled, blinking sleepily at her, giving her the 
illusion that she was now in control.  Letting his head fall
back weakly.

Then he slid his foot over to her breastbone, and down.

Down, and down, and down.

Stroking his big toe through her water-slicked curls, and finding
her clit.

"Jesus, Mulder!" she cried, and bucked her hips.  Water sloshed
over the porcelain sides in big waves, and he slipped a little.
It worked out though, for his heel was now on the bottom of the
tub, giving him a bit more stability and maneuverability.

Flashing another wicked smile, he began to rub her clit with his 
very dexterous digit.

Moaning softly, Scully shifted so that her own heels were planted 
as firmly as they could be in a slippery bathtub, her arms along
the sides of the tub now, hands clenched tight on the porcelain.
She was moving her hips minutely, circling them in counterpoint
to his toe.

Mulder had to likewise clench his hands on the tub's edges, 
resisting the very strong urge to wrap his fingers around his
cock and stroke in time to her hip thrusts.  The motions of 
Scully's body created a series of waves -- waves that caressed
his sensitive flesh like an erotic tease.  His heart pounded
in his ears, and his breath chugged in and out like a locomotive.

Scully's hips picked up speed, as did the now constant stream of 
sighing moans coming from her lips, and he responded by moving 
his foot faster.  And with more pressure.

Suddenly her hips lifted right up from the floor of the tub, 
her entire body snapping taut as a bowstring, and she screamed 
hoarsely.  He could feel her clit pulsing against the pad of 
his toe, and her legs began to tremble.  "Oh God! Oh God! Oh 
my God, MULDERRRRR!" she cried, hips now bucking as she rode 
out her climax.

Damn, she was beautiful when she came.  He had to grab the base 
of his cock and squeeze, hard, to hold his own orgasm back, 
groaning softly.  On the fine edge for some time, the sights 
and sounds of her release had almost been enough to throw him 
completely over.

Panting, Mulder gently eased his foot away, careful not to move 
too quickly, and shifted in the tub, still holding his cock.

Her tongue lazily swiping over her lips, Scully's eyes drifted 
open.  She blinked languidly a few times, a sleepy satisfied 
look on her face, before her gaze fell to his erection.  Which 
was throbbing almost painfully from that brief glimpse of her 
pink tongue.

"Oh, Mulder," she said, and sat up before coming right up on 
her knees.  "Let me.  Please."

He heard eagerness and need and pride in her voice, and 
shuddered with want, cock twitching in his hand. 

Smiling lustfully, Scully slid forward until her knees butted 
against the backs of his drawn-up legs.  Her hands glided along 
his calves and thighs, and fluttered over his wrist to his hand, 
wrapped around himself.  Fingers circling the top of his shaft, 
her thumb swiping over the head and making him buck, she murmured 
throatily, "I've got you."  She sounded damn pleased about that 
fact, too.  

If he'd been capable of speech, he'd have thanked her.  But he 
knew she understood and appreciated the guttural moan that 
passed his lips instead.

Releasing his cock slowly, he watched with heavy-lidded eyes as 
Scully's hand slid down his length, squeezing when she reached 
the base.  She then slid it back up again with equal slowness, 
teasing the head with her thumb once more.

Mulder knew it might take only a few such passes, if that.  He 
was that far gone.  

Scully seemed to sense how close he was, and suitably tuned her 
motions to those guaranteed to bring him to climax.  She paid 
particular attention to the very sensitive ridge at the head, 
tracing it with a feather-light touch while her other hand 
slipped between his legs to fondle his balls.

Licking her lips, she simultaneously rolled his sac with a 
knowing finesse as her fingers continued their tease along 
his shaft.

Unable to hold still under such exquisite torment, Mulder 
lifted his hips to thrust.

With a little too much enthusiasm however -- he slid along the 
slippery porcelain, nearly going under, and taking Scully with 
him.

She released her hold on him with a breathy gasp, and gritting 
his teeth at the loss, he grabbed her elbows.  Grunting, "Out," 
at her, they scrambled from the tub in a flurry of limbs.

To immediately sink to their knees on the fluffy bath mat, his 
rigid cock bobbing in the air -- apparently unaffected by the 
change in temperature or the locale.

Wrapping her fingers around him again, Scully began a steady 
stroking, twisting her wrist slightly, and squeezing each time 
she reached the base of his shaft.

Water ran in enticing rivulets down her breasts and belly, 
trickled teasingly down his chest, and had left their skin 
slick and slippery -- her fingers glided effortlessly up and 
down his cock.  Sending an electrifying fever through him, 
dancing like live wires in his veins.

Close, he was so close.  "Scuhleee," he groaned, hands fisted 
on his thighs, hips beginning a new rhythm.  "Please."

He watched raptly as she bent, tossing her hair to one side 
so that his view was unobstructed, and pursed her lips.  Coming 
within millimeters of his erection, she parted those luscious 
lips...

...and blew a gentle stream of air...

His cock leapt.  "JESUS!" Mulder exclaimed, body taut with 
desire.

Peering up at him, a smile on her lips and her voice breathy,
Scully murmured, "You finding religion, Mulder?"

After a gravelly chuckle and a shaky breath, he rasped, "You 
are my religion, Scully."  

Wet and luminous, her eyes went wide.  She blinked slowly.
"My God, Mulder.  That's the most romantic thing you've ever
said to me."

He could not help himself.  Hands coming up, he grasped her 
head, and almost-roughly pulled her face to his.

The moment their lips were engaged, he slid his hands down to 
her hips, urging her towards him.  With a deep, muffled groan, 
she complied, shifting to straddle his lap, legs wrapping 
around his waist.

Trapping his cock against their bodies.

It was his turn to groan.  Sweat beaded on his forehead, pooled
in that space between them, and his legs and arms trembled. 
Gripping her tightly, too frenzied to worry that he might be 
hurting her, he lifted her until his shaft was aligned along 
her slick opening.

She whimpered -- the sweet sound music to his ears -- and one 
of her hands was suddenly between them, guiding his cock.  A 
push of his hips, a push of hers, and he was sliding into her 
tight wet heat.

Pulling his lips from hers with a grunting gasp, Mulder buried 
his face in her neck.  His hands palmed her back and squeezed 
her tightly to him, relishing the feel of her breasts flattening
against his chest.  Scully's fetish was his feet, he had a thing 
for her breasts.  And that spot on her neck, just below her right 
ear.  The dip of her spine.

Hell, every square inch of her.

A stinging somewhere on his back pulled his thoughts to the 
here and now again.  Scully's hands were equally frantic on 
his back, kneading and stroking.  Nails scratching.  It was 
a good pain, an erotic pain.

They both began rocking -- quick, sharp jerks.  Urgent motions,
limited by their position.  No time for finesse.  Didn't matter
though -- it was enough, and it was everything. 

His hands were on her ass now, fingers digging into the softly 
yielding firm flesh...Scully's ass...ohhhh...

That familiar tingling coil at the base of his spine, the start 
of his orgasm, had him groaning her name again, and moving
faster.

Scully shifted on his lap, and then moaned, "Oh, yesss, right
there." 

He sped up, and moments later Scully stiffened against him, her 
hands clenching spasmodically on his back.  With effort, he held 
still for her as she climaxed, mind and body screaming for his 
own release.  Relishing the feel of the muscles of her sex 
contracting around his cock, squeezing like a tight, hot velvet 
glove. 

When she slumped, burying her face in his neck and sighing his
name, he started to move again, more frantically, and somewhat
choppily.  Her thighs, which had gone lax after her orgasm, 
tightened on his hips again, and she began to run her hands
up and down his back as she moved with him.  Her teeth worried 
the tendon in his neck, followed by her tongue lathing and 
soothing the tiny wound.

Then there was the way she was still pulsing around his turgid
flesh.

"Scully!" he cried, and pumped madly.

In less then a minute Mulder was gritting his teeth on a howl 
as he climaxed, body shuddering with ecstasy.

Giving a few last jerky thrusts, he slumped, his hands resting
lightly on Scully's hips.  His chest was heaving like he'd run
a marathon, and his breaths were noisy pants that mingled with
her still ragged breathing.

When thinking and speaking were not such an effort, he husked, 
"Baby, you can fetish my feet any time."


THE END

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