Title: It All Author: Ally Category: NC-17, MSR, OB fic(?), in response to January true blue challenge Items: · A Dream catcher · An FBI baseball cap · Cybersex of any form · Dancing in the moonlight · Viewing of an old horror flick · Green M&M's · A power outage Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, so they ain't mine, but I bet they'd like to be. Yup surfer dude and 1013 own em. More's the pity. Any other characters are mine, mine, mine! Summary: Scully and Mulder, small town X-file, one hotel room, true blue challenge items. Spoilers: Teensy-weensy one for Detour, but apart from that I think its safe. Notes: The town of Hulford is completely a figment of my imagination, and if it bears any significant resemblance to any actual town or city, in name or description, it is purely coincidental. I try not to set stories in real locations, for fear of not doing them justice. As a person who has yet to visit the land of Stars and Stripes, I feel it would be presumptuous to do so. This is set in my own shippy little world, where there was no season 8 or 9, Doggett doesn't exist and Mulder and Scully are back in the good old days of chasing baddies and staying in cheap motels. So read the time frame as season 6 or 7. Err, how long have M&M's been around? Well let's just pretend, for Scully's obsessive-compulsive sake that they've been around for at least twenty years! It All *** Mulder glanced at his partner under lowered lashes. His fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel. Oh yeah, she was pissed. And as usual, it was entirely his fault. He had dragged her off to some rural shitkick town, once again, and was going to pay for it. Scully had spent the last eight hours holed up in the Hulford county morgue, working the autopsy routine on two bodies the local medical examiner had freaked out about. Yup, thought Mulder, a couple of well placed puncture wounds on the neck, and a qualified pathologist cracks the shits and calls in the Feds. After meeting the guy, Mulder realised the dipshit couldn't tell his ass from his elbow. He'd fielded the call from the Hulford police, who were shitting themselves over the possibility of a vampire lurking in their midst. It had taken Mulder less than three days to work out that the killer was a seriously messed up farm hand, whose favourite movie was, yup, you guessed it, "Interview with the Vampire". And it had taken Scully about half an hour to work out that the "puncture wounds" on the jugular of each corpse was inflicted with a barbeque fork. Not only that, she had run a toxscreen and found that the victims had been given a hefty dose of rat poison before the puncture wounds had been inflicted. Gee, Bram Stoker would have been proud of that one. Mulder shook his head wearily. "Scully. I'm sorry…" "Mulder do NOT apologise." "Scu-" She cut in before he could continue. "Mulder, I'm tired, sore and not in the mood for this. Just drive." Her icy tone warned him to shut up, and shut up fast. He did. Concentrating on the road ahead, Mulder thought about another thing that she would be pissed about. When they had checked in, the hotel manager had told him of a slight problem. They had double booked. Tonight the room he was staying in was due to be occupied by an Arkansas couple on a second honeymoon. He had been planning to wangle his way into Scully's room and crash on her couch. But that would require them to be on speaking terms. Which they were not. The way things were going presently, the chance he would be bunking in the hallway was getting greater by the minute. His fingers tapped faster on the steering wheel. Scully shot him a poisonous glare, which ceased the movement of his digits immediately. A pregnant silence prolonged the remainder of the journey, and Mulder heaved an inward sigh of relief when he finally manoeuvred the rental car into the car park of the Hulford Hills Motor Lodge and Apartments. As the engine stopped, Mulder turned to his partner and did his best forlorn puppy-dog face. "Scully, would a massage make it up to you? 'Cause you said you were sore and all…" He saw the conflicting emotions flicker across her face and was thankful when pleased anticipation won out. "Well okay, but only because I'm really sore," she replied hesitantly. She enforced the sentiment with a reproachful look. Shortly, inside the motel room, Scully was stretched out on the bed, awaiting Mulder's magic touch. She had changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants, as had Mulder. Mulder drew in a sharp breath as he approached the bed. She looked so relaxed, so languorous laid out flat on her stomach on the large bed. Mulder asked himself. Sure, he knew his partner was a damn fine looking woman, but all of a sudden, the prospect of giving her a massage, a task he had performed many a time before, was making his nerve cells tingle with sexual awareness. She turned her head lazily to look at him. "Come on, Mulder. Time to pay your dues." "Okay, just lay back and relax for a little longer. I've just got to get something from my room." He returned to his own suite and gave the room a once over. He had everything. Mulder had decided on a sneaky tactic. He had thrown all his belongings back into his travel bag while he changed, in preparation to move to Scully's room next door. He would chuck his stuff in her room, then give her the best damn massage in history, so when he got around to asking her about sharing the room, she wouldn't be able to refuse. Mulder thought, He slung the bag over his shoulder and slipped back into the other room, his return barely noticed. He shucked it off, leaving it in a corner, where hopefully it wouldn't be noticed. Mulder clambered onto the bed beside his partner. "At your service madam Scully. Where shall I begin?" "Hmmm, shoulders" she mumbled in response. "Do you wanna sit up, coz otherwise I'm gonna have to sit on you," he questioned. "Can't be bothered," she murmured. Mulder steeled himself and then swung a leg over her prone body, so that one knee rested on either side of her waist. She wriggled under him, and her bottom rubbed against the inside of his thighs. He spoke huskily in her ear, "Scully, you gotta keep still." With that he began kneading the muscles at the base of her neck and across her shoulders. He eased the pressure and began stroking downwards to press along her spine. "Mhhmmm, so good. Don't stop." Mulder was amazed at the husky timbre of Scully's voice and the suggestiveness of the words she had so innocently spoken. A surge of blood rushed to his groin, where the stirrings of an erection caused his sweat pants to tighten uncomfortably. He continued to knead, stroke and rub his way down Scully's back, varying the amount of pressure he applied, working the tension from her muscles with his palms, fingers and knuckles. "Ohhh, mmmm. Mulder where did you learn this?" "I have my ways," he drawled. He felt her body relax underneath him, become pliant to his touch. In unconscious reaction, his touch changed. The strokes across her back became caresses. His hands moved of their own accord, coming to her sides, moving upwards, brushing the sides of her breasts. Scully snapped out of the relaxed trance Mulder's expert massage had lulled her into. In shock, both at Mulder's actions and her body's reaction, she flipped over onto her back. Big mistake. Immediately she felt the evidence of his arousal pressing into her stomach, and saw the look in his hazel eyes, which were heavy-lidded with desire. She licked her lips nervously, and Mulder's eyes traced the path of her tongue around her lips. That realisation shocked Mulder back to stark reality. He visualised the position he had put them both in and realised how ridiculous it was. They were friends, partners, that was all. Scully would never want him in that way. Humiliation brought a red flush to his cheeks and he leapt from the bed. "Scully, I'm going for a run. Let off some steam, you know," he uttered curtly. He grabbed his sunglasses and the black FBI baseball cap he had chucked on top of his travel bag earlier, and made a hasty exit, leaving a puzzled Scully behind. *** Scully lay unmoving on the bed for a long time after Mulder's departure. Since when did Mulder act on all that sexual innuendo he had been throwing at her for years? Not that she minded, she would have to have been made of stone not to notice that her partner was one hell of a sexy man. But she wondered. It had been years since she had been with anyone, and she suspected it was the similar in Mulder's case. Scully was averse to the idea of casual sex purely for physical gratification. She needed to feel a bond, form a relationship before committing herself physically. Since working with Mulder, she had allotted little time to the pursuit of such relationships, and on some level she knew it was because she would never feel that same sense of trust, togetherness and enduring friendship with another man. Mulder had given her everything any woman would want in a relationship, apart, obviously, from sex. Love was not an issue. It was there, unspoken between them, but it was there. She knew she loved Mulder, and he reciprocated, but it was a platonic love, between two people whose lives had become irreversibly, irrefutably fused together. Scully felt a hollowness in her chest. Everything had suddenly become complicated. She did want more, but then again, was it too much of a risk? Blocking further thought, Scully rolled over and grabbed the TV remote. When all else fails, watch TV. She pressed the magic button, and the screen came to life, miraculously banishing all other thought from her mind. The wonders of modern technology. Surprisingly, the motel had cable. Free cable at that, because she didn't remember having to pay extra for it. That would not have gone down well with the Bureau expenses people. She flicked through the channels and settled on an old horror movie marathon. A fierce looking nanny with disturbing eyes and a snarling Doberman dominated the screen. Oh yeah, 'The Omen', Scully thought. It's been yonks since I've seen this one. She made it to the scene where the priest got skewered in the churchyard before rogue thoughts of Mulder began infiltrating the TV-protected wall she had erected around her mind. She remembered the feel of his long, lean hands on her body, the hungry look in his eyes, the feel of his erection pressing into her belly. Groaning hopelessly, she rolled off the bed and delved into her overnight case for relief. When she felt the cool plastic under her fingers, she grinned triumphantly. She pulled the item out of her bag and settled back into the mattress. Scully ripped open the brown packaging and dug in. There was nothing better than the taste of chocolate to relieve emotional turmoil and sexual frustration. As was her habit, Scully ate all of the green candies first. It was a thing she had been doing since she was a teenager. Green first, then red, yellow, orange, then brown. It had really thrown her when they'd added the blue M&M. But she'd wedged that in between red and yellow. She continued the pattern anyway. Over an hour later, when the movie had finished and the M&M's were history, she still had not heard Mulder return. Glancing around the room in despair, Scully's eyes were drawn to a dark shape in the corner. She took a closer look and found it to be Mulder's travel bag. Scully became suspicious. Before she could do anything else, she heard a noise from the next room. She opened her own door slightly, to peek into the corridor. But there was no sight of Mulder, rather a middle-aged couple struggling with a couple of hefty-looking suitcases. But what threw her was the fact that they were entering Mulder's room. She strode into the corridor, indignant. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she demanded loudly. The couple looked startled, but the man answered her calmly. "Going to our room, lady. Got a problem with that?" "Well, yeah, seeing as that particular room is my partner's." "Oh yeah? Well how come I have these, then?" he riposted, jangling the door keys in front of her face. That rendered her speechless momentarily. "Oh. I'm sorry. There must have been some mistake. Look, I'll go and talk to the manager and see if we can sort this out." Five minutes later, Scully returned, furious. Not at the Arkansas couple, who she had learnt were on a second honeymoon, but at her partner. The sneaky bastard hadn't told her that there had been a mix-up and that they would have to share. And if he thought that…well…no! That man was infuriating! She apologised to the couple next door, Bob and Sue-Ellen, as they introduced themselves. They were forgiving and turned out to be rather nice people. She stalked back into her own suite and looked around. The couch. That was it. He had planned it all along. The hideous floral couch sat underneath the window, adjacent to the bed. HER bed. He certainly wouldn't be getting near it! While sharing a bed with Mulder would have been a rather appealing thought an hour ago, now she was too pissed off to even entertain the idea of occupying the same room! Scully was seething. She threw herself down on the bed, where she lay for ten minutes to let the anger subside. When her fit of rage passed, she found herself rather bored. The rest of the movie marathon was of no interest to her, and the other channels bore nothing of much substance either. Reluctantly she switched of the TV, plugged in and booted up her laptop. Autopsy reports, case notes, concluding reports. They had to be done. About half an hour later, after typing at a furious pace, Scully closed the task documents with a sigh of relief. She checked the TV again and found nothing to her liking. She rubbed her bottom lip, as she did when mulling over a dilemma, and then reached again for her laptop. Not minutes later she was online and wandering from site to site. Eventually she found herself, for want of anything else to do, logging into a chat room. It was called 'e-buzz America'. With the domain name GingerNut, in reference to her mane of auburn hair, Scully soon became engrossed in the surprisingly cerebral conversation that was occurring on the screen in front of her. One person in particular, caught her attention…screen name OddBall… *** Mulder stabbed speedily at the keyboard in front of him. He was involved in a rather heated discussion concerning sex in the workplace, he thought… in a chat room he had wandered into. After he had so quickly departed from the embarrassing scene at the motel, he had gone for a long, fast, hormone-regulating run. Exercise always helped when he was unavoidably sexually frustrated. When the workout had failed to clear his head as well as he had been hoping it would, he decided heading back to the motel was a bad idea. So he had ended up in the deputy sheriff's office at the county police station, using their computer to finish what was left of his case reports. Not that there was much to write, considering the case at hand. When that was all over and done with he got online, checked his email a nd had eventually found himself in a really badly named, yet mentally stimulating chat room. He had been idly chatting away under the moniker Oddball, in reference to his reputation, when the views of one GingerNut had piqued his interest. She (her gender had been specified on the mandatory self profile which he had immediately checked) was adamant that sexual relationships in the workplace would end in disaster. OB: Ginger, care to share the reasons behind this argument? GN: Personal experience, shall we say? OB: Elaborate? GN: I don't think so? ParsonsNose: Should that read bad personal experience? GN: No, not as yet. More a lack of fabulous experience. PN: Sparks not flying? OB: A feeling I can relate to. Unrequited passion's a bitch, huh? GN: You seem to know exactly what I'm talking about. Whisper me? OB: Sure. OddBall has left the conversation. GingerNut has left the conversation. Mulder clicked on the icon that would allow he and this intriguing woman to talk privately. A new window appeared on the screen. Whisper - OddBall/ GingerNut OB: Hey. GN: Hey. This is so bizarre. You and I seem to have exactly the same problem. OB: really? Tell yours first. GN: It's someone I work with. Someone I've become very close to. Thing is, I think we're both too afraid to take it to the next level. Sound familiar? OB: Identical, in fact. Do you have the chemistry going on, or is it potential-only? GN: Oh, definitely full sparks, but there was an…incident that, well, doused the flame, so to speak. Enough about me. Your turn. OB: Same kinda thing. I can't even think about looking for someone else. It'd be like cheating, ya know? GN: Exactly. I haven't been with a man for at least, oh god, five years. OB: Really! What about the build up of sexual frustration.? Five years is a long time. GN: Oh come on, you just said you've been living the celibate life too. OB: Ok, well you got me there. But it's different for guys. GN: What, meaning that they can jerk off whenever the need arises? OB: Well, if you wanna put it that way, yeah. Somehow I envisage that being a slightly different issue for women. GN: A woman is a sexual creature too. We all have needs, there's just some who choose to satisfy them differently. OB: Well if I admit to being a jerk-off, you wanna share your secret? GN: And just what direction is your mind heading in here, Mr OddBall? OB: Hey, just two consenting adults having a stimulating conversation. GN: Stimulating. Hidden meaning, methinks. Cybersex isn't really my scene. OB: Hell, me neither. Never done it before in my life, truth be told. Is that where you think this is going? GN: Yes. OB: Does that bother you? GN: Actually, I don't think so. OB: Relieving frustration. No cheating. No guilt. Just a screen and an anonymous, like-minded person. GN: Perfect. OB: So what do you do with all that pent up sexual energy? GN: I touch myself. OB: Whoa, did your screen just steam up too? How do you touch yourself? GN: The way I want him to touch me. All over. Softly, gently at first, then faster, harder. OB: Are you touching yourself now? GN: Yes. Are you hard? OB: Incredibly. GN: Tell me how it feels. Touch yourself. Mulder slid a hand under the waistband of his now snug sweats. He was hard as rock and extremely horny. And there was a woman out there touching herself because of his words. He snuck a glance through the Venetian-covered window of the office. The only officer on duty was snoozing quietly, under the vigilant guard of an Indian-style beaded dream catcher that hung from the ceiling above him, at a desk on the far side of the main room. It was a relief, because Mulder knew he was too far gone to even consider stopping now. *** Scully ran a hand across her stomach, feeling the goose bumps that had arisen on her sensitised skin. She couldn't believe how aroused she was, considering she was talking to a stranger over the Internet. She stroked a path up to her breasts and rolled her already peaked nipples between her fingers. Her eyes remained focused on the screen as more text appeared. OB: I' m touching my cock, running my hand up and down. God, I'm so hard. Do you feel like this too? Tell me how you want him to touch you. If I was him, and my hands were on your body, what would they be doing? GN: You're pinching my nipples, and running light fingertips over my stomach, getting lower and lower. OB: I move my hand lower and lower until I feel how wet you are for me. Are you wet Ginger? GN: Yes. Would you touch me there? OB: Yes. Do it as I tell you Ginger. Touch yourself the way I would touch you. GN: OK. OB: Slide a finger through your folds. Press against your clit and flick your fingers across it. Scully did as she was instructed, thrusting her pelvis forward with each stroke of her fingers. Tiny whimpers rumbled from the back of her throat, unleashed by the force of her arousal. OB: Slide two fingers inside yourself. Are you doing that Ginger? GN: Uh huh. Feels so good. I want to touch you too. OB: I'm doing it for you. I'm so close to coming now. My balls are tight and I can feel the pressure. GN: My fingers are squeezing your cock. Circling the head and running back and forth from the base to the tip. *** Mulder's hand moved in the pattern Ginger was describing onscreen. He could feel the precum leaking from the head of his penis and knew he was close. OB: I'm gonna come. My fingers are thrusting inside of you Ginger. Harder and faster and you're so wet. I brush against your clit and The screen went black. So did everything else around him. Mulder sat in the dark holding his twitching cock, which ached for release, and swore loudly. *** Scully saw the words on the screen and felt herself nearing the edge. OB: I'm gonna come. My fingers are thrusting inside you Ginger. Harder and faster and you're so wet. I brush against your clit and - With an electronic hum, the laptop went black and all the lights in the hotel room shut off. Scully, so close to orgasm, reluctantly removed her hand from her wetness and pulled up her sweat pants. She desperately wanted to finish herself off, but was loath to do so when she had so suddenly been plunged into an inky oblivion. She rose from the bed and felt her way across the room to where she had dumped her belongings. Fumbling through the pile of clothing, she soon felt the metal shaft of her flashlight and immediately flicked the switch, the beam illuminating the room sufficiently enough for Scully to move around without colliding with the furniture. She set the torch down on her bedside unit and replaced her laptop in its carry case. Feeling more frustrated than before, and certainly very sorry for herself, Scully sunk back into the soft mattress to await Mulder's return. *** When the sound of the sheriff's officer's voice rang out throughout the eerily quiet office, Mulder was rudely awoken from his state of all-consuming self-pity. Before the sheriff's flashlight beam could reach him, Mulder shoved his still hard cock back into his sweats and prayed that the darkened atmosphere would hide the rather conspicuous bulge in his pants. He responded to the officer's question hastily. "Yup, I'm fine. You alright, Officer Keplin?" "Sure am Mistah Muldah," Keplin drawled. "Looks like we got ourselves a little power outage here. From what I can see of outside, the whole damn street's out, maybe even the whole town." "Shit, really?" "Hell yeah. 'S likely. Hulford County is a small town, we run on jus' one circuit grid," Keplin stated matter-of-factly. "Damn. Look, there's no reason for me to stick around. I gotta get back, you know. Had a little spat with my partner earlier. You be alright here?" "Yeah, go on. Takes more than just a power outage to get to me. Go sort things out with that pretty little partner of yours," Keplin replied with a wink. "Oh, no, no. It's not like that. I mean we're not…" "Ok, ok. Strictly business. I get ya buddy. Well, see you later." "Bye." With that Mulder took the flashlight Keplin extended to him and headed out the door, bound for the motel and a confrontation with 'that pretty little partner' of his. *** Scully heard the soft snick of the door opening. She had left it unlocked for Mulder. His footsteps were quiet - he was tiptoeing. "Mulder." It was not a question, rather a statement. He turned around and her torch beam caught the sheepish expression on his face. He let the door swing shut and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. Its me." "I know. I mean about the room thing." "Shit," he cursed under his breath, "I was waiting for the right time to tell you but then …" "Exactly. Perhaps we need a seminar to work on our communication?" she joked. Scully had been planning to give him the cold shoulder, but when it came down to it, she couldn't bring herself to pull the Ice Queen routine. Not tonight. Not with Mulder. As much as he had pissed her off, she couldn't risk alienating him at this point. Not when she felt the way she did. Now that Scully had admitted her true feelings to herself, Mulder's companionship and warmth was like food and water to her. She needed it to live. His ironic smile told her he remembered their previous experience with FBI teamwork seminars. "Maybe they'll teach us how to repair power lines instead of building towers out of office furniture. That'd be a handy skill right about now, wouldn't you say?" She looked at him puzzled. "What, its not just the motel?" "'Fraid not, Scully. The whole town's out. On my walk back, there was not a light to be seen. Seems the humble town of Hulford runs on just one grid." "Fuck. If I have to have a cold shower in the morning there'll be hell to pay." Mulder shook his head at her. "Dana Scully, language!" he teased. "Come on, Mulder. You've heard me say worse. But seriously, we need to talk." That got no response. Scully hopped up and caught Mulder by the hand. She looked into his eyes and saw the uncertainty lingering there. She gripped both of his hands in her own, squeezing them reassuringly. "Mulder." She spoke his name softly, gently. "What's happening here, Scully?" he queried huskily. "Don't tell me you don't know. I know you feel it too." With that, Scully flicked off and discarded her flashlight and drew Mulder closer to her. Silvery strands of moonlight penetrated the lightweight cotton curtains to illuminate their shape against the contrasting darkness. Scully placed her arms around his wide shoulders and rested her head lightly against his chest. She could feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat against her cheek. She began to whisper against his chest. "Mulder. What happened earlier was not simply an embarrassing faux pas, you know as well as I do. I want you to know that the feeling is mutual." "Scu-"he started. She reached up quickly and placed a finger against his lips. "No, please Mulder, just listen. Its easier this way." "Ever since we've been working together, I've been fighting these feelings that I have for you. You're my best friend, my confidante, the only person that I trust with my life. But lately, things have gone deeper. Sometimes I can't stand being around you because it drives me crazy with longing. I'm so attracted to you and I catch myself doing nothing other than just staring at you, and it's making me insane. This isn't put prettily, but sometimes I just want you to fuck me senseless!" Before she could say more, she was grabbed roughly by the shoulders and Mulder's mouth was on hers. His tongue swept the outline of hers lips until her mouth fell open, granting him access. Then that wonderful tongue was inside her mouth, mating with her own. Like she had been fantasizing for years, Scully nibbled hungrily on Mulder's pouty lower lip, sucking and pulling at it relentlessly. When breathless, Scully pulled away gently. Gasping for air she sucked in a huge breath. She raised her eyes to meet his. Hazel met blue, irises darkened with desire. *** Mulder's brain was on overload. His partner had just told me she wanted him to fuck her senseless, the sentiment he himself had kept hidden from her for years. Not only that, he had just kissed her in a way that had left his head spinning. Her sultry little blue eyes were looking up at him with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. He shook his head, surprised at his own reasoning. "Scully," "I can't do this here and now." He saw the hurt in her eyes and knew that she was going to rebuild that emotional wall if he didn't act soon. "Oh god, not that I don't want to. Shit, I've wanted you for so long, but when I'm finally with you I want it to be special. Perfect. Not in some dumpy motel in shitty little Hulford, West Virginia," he added vehemently. He saw the changes of expression occur on her face in a matter of seconds. Confusion. Disappointment. Frustration. "I'm sorry." Contemplation. Acquiescence. Gratitude. "I'm not. You're right. We've waited so long. We can sacrifice another day if it means making it perfect," she finally replied. Mulder smiled thankfully. "I'm glad you think so. Is it okay if I just hold you tonight?" She answered his question with a tight embrace, which he returned fervently. Not wanting to break the spell, he began to sway their bodies in a slow rhythm, to a love song that played only in both their minds. *** Not two hours later Mulder's thoughts had taken a sharp turn. He lay in bed spooning Scully, who had drifted off into contented slumber nearly a half hour ago. Now he was left with her hot little body pressed up against his, wild fantasies running through his head and a raging hard-on. Not to mention the fact that the couple next door had been going at it for the last ten minutes, and all he could hear were cries of ecstasy and the thumping of the headboard. Muffled shouts of "Oh Bob! Harder. Oh baby. Yes! Yes!" was the last thing he needed. Groaning torturedly, Mulder shifted in the bed, trying hard not to let the boner he was so obviously sporting come into any further contact with Scully's body. He grimaced again as Scully wriggled in her sleep, brushing her warm, round backside against his throbbing groin. It was all he could do to stop himself from bucking his hips into her. *** Scully squirmed lethargically, feeling pleasantly cosy in a familiar state of half-slumber/half-awareness. Unexpectedly, she became more conscious than not as she felt a hot, hard pressure on her rear. As her mind cleared, a sly grin spread across her now-energised face. She knew exactly what that pressure was, and where it was coming from. And in a split second she made a decision she hoped she wouldn't regret. *** Mulder, having resigned himself to a night of frustration, nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a sensual purr from the other side of the double bed. "Mmm, Mulderrrr. Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" She let out a low, throaty chuckle, which went straight to his already straining cock. Languidly, she turned herself over to face him, and Mulder was taken aback at the rampant desire he saw in her expression. Suddenly he found himself being flipped flat on his back, and before he could protest (not that he would, considering the situation), Scully was straddled atop him, a devilishly hungry gleam in her eye. "But Scuh-" She waved his objections away impatiently with a delicate flick of her wrist. She enunciated slowly, as if he were a recalcitrant child. "I know what we said, Mulder. But I want you, and I mean now. I can't wait any longer. Believe me, the first time with you will be amazing, shitty location or not." And with that, it seemed, the conversation was over. Mulder's condition was becoming more critical by the second, and he swore he was going to rip clean through his sweat pants. That thought was intensified when Scully laid her hot little body completely atop his and brought their lips together for a pulse-elevating kiss. Mulder felt his rein of control slipping as her soft tongue swirled around his mouth, dancing heated waltz with his own. Sensing his urgency, Scully halted the embrace and slithered her way down his lean body. She whispered soothingly to him, "Mulder, baby. Let me do something to ease it up a little." Not waiting for a response, she slid a well-manicured hand inside his sweats, and wrapped her hand around his pulsing cock. Thinking he was in for the hand job of a lifetime, Mulder writhed against the mattress in anticipation. "Uh uh, not what you're thinking," she said calmly. A sudden harsh pressing behind his balls made Mulder yelp, but he felt an instant relief as the intensity of his arousal lessened somewhat. "See, better, huh," Scully cooed smugly. He nodded his assent, and yanked her back up to her former position, determined to make this as good as he had promised. Needing skin on skin contact, Mulder dispensed with Scully's loose sweatshirt and rolled forward in order to shuck his own. It wasn't as if Mulder hadn't seen bare Scullyskin before, but now, in this way, it was different. He lifted a hand reverently, gracing her skin with a light caress. "So beautiful Scully. So beautiful." With a swift movement he altered their positions slightly, so that they sat upright. This gave him free access to Scully's naked upper body, a privilege he relished. Upping the tempo, Mulder wrapped his arms around his partner and began nuzzling, sucking and nipping at her breasts. She arched her neck, eyes rolling back in their sockets with pleasure. Soft, unintelligible babbles, which Mulder assumed were breathy mutterings of his name, emanated from Scully's throat as he continued his passionate ministrations. Mulder was spurred on by the whimper of delight when he took a hardened nipple in his mouth to lave it roughly with the tip of his tongue. Deciding the time for slow and gentle had passed, Mulder raked his teeth over the pebbled nipple in his mouth. "Oh god Mulder. Again." He repeated the action, applying a little more force this time. When this had Scully writhing on his lap, he payed the same attention to her other breast. that realisation was enough to send Mulder's erection surging again, where it pressed insistently ay the juncture of Scully's thighs. And even through the combined materials of both of their sweatpants, Mulder could feel the effect he was having on her. *** Scully could feel her fluids soaking through the fabrics of her panties and sweats. The scraping of Mulder's teeth against her oh-so sensitised nipples caused electric currents to race through her heated veins. A secret that few of Scully's lovers had discovered was that she liked it rough. And she also liked to be in control. And with that thought she freed herself from Mulder's grasp and pushed her lover back down on the bed. "My turn," she whispered throatily. Scully let her hands roam the hard expanse of Mulder's chest, flicking teasingly against his turgid nipples. She lowered her head to his chest, as he had done to her not moments before. She was rewarded with a shudder when she took a hardened male nipple between her lips and began to worry it with her teeth. As her mouth worked on his upper torso, Scully let her hands drift lower, towards the impressive bulge in Mulder's pants. Her fingers tugged teasingly at his waistband, as if deciding whether or not to venture further. Finally, she freed his nipple from her mouth and gave her full attention to what was below the navel. One hand slid under the fabric to wrap firmly around his cock. While her fingers slid up and down his shaft her thumb moved in lazy circles around his head, Mulder bucked against her hand and his erection jutted defiantly at its restraints. Scully got the message and yanked the offending garment down and pulled them off at his ankles. Mulder pinched at her sweatpants in response, frowning childishly. "No fair." "Nope. They stay on for now." All Mulder's complaints flew from his mind when Scully's hot wet mouth enveloped his straining cock. *** "Oh fuck! Scuh-lllllllllleeeeeee." Muffled feminine laughter sent vibrations through his groin, making him, if humanly possible, even harder. All was nearly lost when Mulder felt the soft swirl of Scully's tongue against the very tip of his cock. And then she started moving. Up and down, up and down, flattening and curling her tongue as she moved. Mulder looked down and saw her fiery red head bobbing up sand down over him, a scene from his wildest fantasies. Strands of auburn hair tickled his stomach, but nothing could detract from the overwhelming sensations his Scully was producing downstairs. She had started sucking hard, pulling him deeper into her mouth and Mulder's restrained thrusts were bringing him into contact with the back of her throat. Afraid he would make her gag, he deliberately stilled his hips, fighting the instinct to fuck her face like there was no tomorrow. "Gonna fucking come , Scully. Sto…stop…oh hooo…Sculleee." She released his cock with a wet pop and licked her lips. "Well we couldn't have that now, could we?" Regaining a semblance of control, Mulder flipped their positions so that Scully was the one spreadeagled on the mattress. He whipped off her pants and underwear in one fluid motion and just as quickly buried his head between her legs. *** Scully was on fire. Mulder was planting wet kisses along the silky skin on her inner thighs, taking his time to get to where she wanted him most. He had swiftly dispensed with her sweats and panties, which had been soaked through with the fluids that were now leaking onto the mattress beneath her. Her thighs quivered when he blew gently into the curls that shielded her folds. The cool air stream danced across her throbbing clit, heightening the already feverish sensitivity there. Not able to wait any longer, Scully thrust her pelvis upwards, bringing Mulder's roaming mouth to where she needed his touch. He moved his tongue in hard, long strokes through her folds and pulled at her clit with his lips. Scully's head whipped back and forth across the pillow, reaching fever pitch. When she felt tiny spasms, starting in her clit and radiating through her vaginal walls, Scully wrenched Mulder's head away from her lower body, "Fuck me Mulder. I want you inside me when I come." Mulder endeavoured to do as he was told, elevating his body by bracing one arm on each side of Scully's body and hovering his hips above hers. Scully looked Mulder starigh6t in the eyes and with no hesitation, said, "Now Mulder." Needing no further encouragement, Mulder thrust into her, his overwhelming size stretching her inner muscles deliciously. 'Scully, so tight. Don't'… don't want to hurt you," he breathed heavily. You're not. You aren't. Mmm, feels so good. So full," she murmured reassuringly. Content that his presence inside her was of no detriment to Scully, Mulder began moving in slow, rhythmic strokes, pushing deeper inside her. With each glide of his hips, Scully flexed her pelvic muscles, squeezing his cock with her walls. Mulder groaned deeply, his pace quickening somewhat, becoming more urgent and less gentle. Scully matched the escalating pace, slamming her body against his and feeling the smacking of his pubic bone against her mons. Coils of heat unwound themselves in the pit of her belly, sending tendrils of pleasure to all the most sensitive parts of her body. "Ooh, Mulder. I'm …oh, close, so close…harderrrrrrrrrrrr!" *** Mulder's brain went into autopilot when the impact of Scully's words fought their way through his sex-clouded mind. Knowing she was close to orgasm, as was he, Mulder slid a finger between their sweat-slicked bodies and sought the place where they joined. He scratched across Scully's clit quickly and felt a responding tightening around his own cock. He continued the motion, flicking her clitoral hood back and stroking the bud of swollen nerves beneath. And then his Scully began to scream. "AaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhfuckkkkkkMulderrrrrrrrsooooooogooooodddd. Yessssssss oh yesssssssss! Ohhhhhh!" He felt her slick walls contracting around him and his balls grew heavy and tight. That was enough to flip him over the edge. *** Scully gave herself over to the impact of her orgasm. Her entire body shuddered and her walls spasmed around Mulder, squeezing him like a vice. Eyes rolling back in her head and thinking she was going to pass out, Scully sucked in huge gulps of air between keening cries of pleasure. Her shouts of ecstasy were answered by the man atop her. Mulder chanted a hoarse mantra of her name, while his cock twitched and jumped inside her. Scully raked an impatient hand down his back, whispering in his ear, "Come for me Mulder." He came into her in powerful, hot spurts, filling her until she thought she would burst. Unexpectedly, at the sensation of Mulder's semen surging into her, Scully was wracked by another sudden orgasm. She hadn't felt it building, but the pleasure was as intense as her first release. *** Mulder, not being able to remember the last time he had come so hard, flopped onto Scully's limp body in pure sexual satisfaction. He lay still for several seconds, savouring the feeling of Scully's spent, naked body pressed against his own, before rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around his Aphrodite, his goddess, his Scully. She nuzzled her cheek into the hollow between his collarbone and neck, planting tiny wet kisses against his skin. She whispered to him in an awe-filled voice. "Thankyou Mulder. Now we have it all." *** THE END Or is it? Bwahahaaaaaaaaaaaa! There will be a sequel, I promise!!! Feedback cooed over and promptly responded to at: babe_x3@hotmail.com