Title: A Girl's Best Friend

Author: Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Category: MSR, V, ER, Scully POV, plain old smutfic

Disclaimer: They belong to CC et al

Notes: Thanks to Aly and Dan for speedy beta reading.
This is a new twist on an old favourite.

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"What's this, Scully?" Mulder's voice startled me. I looked up
from the journal article I had been reading on-line.

From the look on his face you would have thought he'd just
stumbled across letters from my lover.

"That's a vibrator, Mulder," I said calmly, desperately trying
to prevent my cheeks from flushing.

"I know that," he snorted, "What I want to know is why you have
it?" It was hard not to laugh at the picture he was presenting.
One hand planted on his hip, while the other was waving my purple
gel vibrator at me.

"It works faster than my fingers," I was trying to embarrass him
into dropping the subject.

"Scully," he was starting to sound exasperated. "What I mean is
why do you *still* have it? Did you just forget to throw it out?"

"No, Mulder, I didn't forget to throw it out."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was offended. The man
was offended because I was still using my vibrator.

"So, Mulder," I continued, "At what point in our relationship
did you stop masturbating?" From the look on his face I could
tell he wasn't expecting that question.

"That's different," he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"What? Explain to me how it's different," I challenged him.

"It just is," he was looking at the floor.

"So now that we're having sex three or four times a week, I'm
expected to abstain the rest of the week while you're free to
jerk off to your heart's content?"

Both of his hands had fallen to his sides, he knew he had lost
the argument, but he was still pouting.

"And I'll let you in on a little secret, Mulder," since he had
brought it up I was going to make him regret it. "I've been
using it more since we started having sex than I did before."

His eyes widened and his mouth opened as if he was going to say
something, but nothing came out.

"Can I ask you a question, Mulder?"

He nodded; his eyes fixed on the floor again.

"Why do you think that it reflects badly on you that I still
masturbate? Do you think you're not satisfying me? You still
masturbate. Am I not satisfying you?"

"Scully, you know you satisfy me. I think our lovemaking is
fantastic. I thought you did, too."

"I do, Mulder. That's why I masturbate more now," I informed
him.

"What?" His poor male brain was having trouble processing this
information.

"When I'm alone in my bed, Mulder, what do you think I think
about?"

"I dunno," he shrugged, still pouting.

"Well, I usually end up thinking about the last time we made
love. I remember how it felt when you touched me and kissed me. I
remember the way your face looked when you came."

He raised his eyes; they had darkened noticeably.

"Do you think I'd be able to roll over and go to sleep after I'd
just been thinking about the way it feels when you squeeze my
breasts or how it feels when your fingers are inside of me?"

Mulder was standing on the other side of the room, but I could
still hear his laboured breathing.

"Show me," his voice sent shivers down my back.

Well, Mulder had certainly managed to turn the tables on me. I
wasn't expecting that request, but in retrospect, I should have
known better. As I crossed the room to him, my heart was beating
wildly in my chest. This was something I had never done for
Mulder before, and I found the prospect both intimidating and
titillating.

As soon as I was within arm's reach, he grabbed me, pulling me
to him. His mouth descended on mine, his tongue roughly seeking
entrance. I hadn't even been aware that we were moving when
suddenly Mulder was setting me down on the bed.

He handed me the vibrator before he started removing my clothes.
In no time I was naked on my bed, vibrator in hand, with Mulder
watching me intensely.

"You really want me to do this?" My voice was barely more than a
whisper.

He nodded, very slowly, very deliberately, "I do."

I normally used lubricant when I masturbated, but I was so
excited that I didn't need any. Sliding the vibrator inside of
myself, I spread my own moisture onto my clit. I let my eyes
drift closed, I was too self-conscious to keep them open.

After stroking myself a couple of times, I turned the vibrator
on, it's humming sound filled the room. My hips jerked
involuntarily as soon as the vibrator grazed my clit. My orgasm
started to build as soon as I started moving the vibrator in
small circles. This was going to end up being faster than when I
was just thinking about Mulder.

Feeling the bed dip, I opened my eyes to see what Mulder was
doing. He had removed his clothes as well, put one knee on the
bed and was leaning over to caress my breast. His other hand was
wrapped around his cock and he was stroking it almost absently
as he watched me. This had to qualify as *the* most erotic sight
I'd ever seen; Mulder stroking himself while he watched me, his
lust evident in his heavily lidded eyes.

His hot hand squeezing my breast in combination with the image
he had presented was more than enough added stimulation to
precipitate one of the most powerful orgasms I can ever remember.

My body seemed to quake endlessly, while white lights danced in
my head. When my body finally quieted, I felt Mulder remove the
vibrator from my hand. When I opened my eyes he was above me,
still watching me.

"God, Scully, you are beautiful when you come," he told me before
covering my mouth with his.

As our tongues fought for dominance, I reached down, searching
for his cock. It had been very arousing to see him touching
himself, but now I needed tactile input, the visual was no longer
enough. He groaned when my hand closed around him and began to
slide down his shaft. I had only taken a couple strokes,
savouring how hot and hard he was, before he asked me to stop.

"I need to be inside of you," his voice was rough.

This time it was me who groaned. I was still constantly
overwhelmed by his desire. He slid into me with one long, slow
stroke, but nothing that followed was slow. I grabbed the rails
of my headboard and hung on as he began to pound into me.

Mulder had somehow gotten the mistaken impression that I liked
sex to be gentle; nothing could be further from the truth. I
loved it when he was so consumed by his passion that he slammed
into me with abandon. I must have managed to convince him,
because he had never fucked me this hard before.

I tried to reassure him that I was enjoying it by talking to him,
but I doubt that he understood what I was saying, if he even
heard me.

When he started to moan my name, I knew he was close, so I
clenched my internal muscles and as he came, his final powerful
thrusts sent me spinning into oblivion with him.

I regained my senses before he did, and I kissed him softly and
whispered to him, "How could you ever think that you didn't
satisfy me?"

He had recovered enough to return my kisses.

"I guess I never thought about what you do when we're not
together," he admitted.

"So you're okay with it now?" I asked.

He nodded, "Sorry, I made a big deal out of it."

"You're forgiven," I kissed him softly again.

"On those nights that we're not together, I can't get to
sleep either, you know, Scully."

"Yeah?" I stroked his hair.

"Maybe we should move in together. Then we would be able to
sleep soundly every night," he suggested.

"We could do that," I agreed. "But, I'm still not throwing away
my vibrator."

end


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