From: Denise Gilliland To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW MSR: Satisfaction Guaranteed Date: Sunday, September 09, 2001 8:59 PM TITLE: Satisfaction Guaranteed AUTHOR: Spooky’s Girl DISCLAIMER: They’re not mine, so don’t even bother trying to do anything about it. As far as I know Viacreme is an actual product (which has been used without permission as well, hey, it’s free advertising here is it not???) I found out about this produce via spam e-mail. RATING: NC-17 SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully ‘discuss’ orgasm intensity SPOILERS: All Things. AUTHOR’S NOTES: See, some good comes out of spam e-mail! This is my first solo smutfic, I’ve written a few, but always co-written, so I’m a little nervous about my own stuff here. THANKS TO: My two beta’s, Nancy and Lizzi. They should both get medals for putting up with my long run on sentences. A comfortable dark surrounded the apartment as the rain fell outside the window, soon joined in by the flashing lightning and crashing thunder. It had been storming for several hours now, and according to the local weather station, it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, so instead of sitting in the office doing paperwork, Mulder had decided they should leave early and beat the brunt of the storm. They ended up at Scully’s place seeing as it was the closer of the two apartments. It didn’t really matter; he lived there a good portion of the week anyway. Just two short months ago they had crossed the line from friendship to lovers, Scully uncharacteristically making the first move. It threw him for a loop, and within moments he was at her mercy. Over the past seven years he had always been making the moves, carefully and not so carefully hidden innuendoes, and slight touches. He had always reveled in the feel of her skin, and took a silent pleasure whenever he got away with placing his hand somewhere on her body, anywhere on her body. Her arm, shoulder, and lower back all became a home for his hand. So for her to make the first move like she did, it was totally unexpected. They had spent the night sitting on his couch, discussing her ‘epiphany’ until she fell asleep on him. He quietly moved to his own bed, not bothering to wake her, and spent almost the entire night awake thinking. Almost the entire night. She had made a bold move and just when he was drifting off, she walked in and just stared at him. Eye contact was established and he knew exactly what she wanted as she undressed in front of him, never looking away. He welcomed her to his bed and offered her everything he had to give her. And she gave everything to him in return. Two months later things had only continued to progress. She may have left early that first morning, but she was back that night for another round, and soon enough they were leaving clothes back and forth, as well as toiletries. She had several outfits stashed in his closet and drawers just as he had at her place. The bathroom was well stocked with both of their items, and the fridge filled with food they both ate. Mulder had never seen so much green in his fridge before, well he had, but green that was actually edible was something new to him. So now he was sitting in Scully’s apartment on the couch watching her read her latest medical journal, while the Yankees game was on television. He had always been fascinated watching her read. The way her glasses sat perched on her small nose and how her eyes moving back and forth as she read each page entranced him. The way she would occasionally lick a finger to turn the page (his favourite move by the way) and the way the corners of her mouth would lift when she crossed by something she thought was funny was endearing to him, as well as hot. Only today was different. Her eyes went wide just before she broke into what could only be described as howls of laughter. Her face was flushed red and she found herself gasping for breath as she tried to regain control of herself. He had to know what she was reading, and took a peak over his shoulder. “Viacreme Scully?” “Apparently so.” “What is it? Like Viagra?” “Sort of, it’s an orgasm intensifier.” Now he could see why she was laughing so hard, just by that brief description, he wanted to laugh too. “Give me that, ‘Viacreme is a Patented, Safe, Clear, and Natural Topical creme, restoring the fullness of love through the wonders of complete sexual satisfaction.’ Oh please, this is a load of crock.” “Now, how can you be so sure? Have you ever tried Viacreme?” “Never needed to, but didn’t you ever hear the saying ‘don’t believe everything you read?’ This is one of those things.” “It’s ‘everything you see’ not ‘everything you read’ Mulder, and there is some validity to it if it’s in the medical journal. They don’t print ads that don’t work.” “Even if it does work, how is it supposed to restore the fullness of love? Some people can have the love without the sex and vice versa.” “How do you expect me to answer that? I’ve never tried it.” “Well of course you haven’t. You have no need to. What I’m saying is—“ She cut him off immediately. “What do you mean I have no need to? How do you know I’ve reached my orgasmic peak? For all you know Agent Mulder, I could have been faking it the entire time.” His eyes darkened at the words ‘faking it’. For as long as he had known Dana Scully, she'd never faked anything so important to her. It was a jab poked at his manhood, and a challenge issued all at once; a challenge he wasn’t about to back down from. “Were you faking it?” She shuddered at his words, well the way they were spoken anyway. His voice had become deep, pronounced and to an extent, almost dangerous. He was carefully composed as he spoke, however his eyes were wild, and it was driving her crazy just looking at him. “Hypothetically, I could be faking it, and you wouldn’t be the wiser. So the point is, how do you know that I don’t need this stuff?” “That wasn’t my question. Were you faking it?” Provocation is the cause of a lot of dangers in this world, somebody’s always provoking somebody to do something, and usually it was no good. Scully knew better than to provoke her partner, especially regarding sex, however she couldn’t help herself. She stuck her chin in the air as a sign of stubbornness. “I don’t know. Was I faking it? Or even more so, how do you know I don’t have a tube of this stuff in my bedroom?” “I don’t, but that does pose an interesting question now doesn’t it?” “So then how can it be so ludicrous?” “Because I know what I’m capable of, and I happen to know for a fact that you don’t need it. I’m about to prove beyond a doubt, that you are not faking it.” He stepped in front of her in the chair, and reached for the medical journal, pulling it out of her hands easily. Her breath quickened in anticipation as he kneeled in front of her, his hands on her thighs, rubbing and massaging lightly. “And how do you propose to do that?” He leaned forward, his entire body covering, but not touching hers and his lips grazed over her ear, whispering, “I’m going to give you an orgasm you’ll never forget.” She swallowed visibly at his words, spoken with conviction she knew. He was always passionate about whatever he did, but for once, everything was going to be focused on her. It was always focused on her, but today was different, today he would leave nothing up for chance, and when he said he was going to give her the orgasm of a lifetime, she knew he wouldn’t settle for anything less. “It’s very simple really, I’m going to blow your mind, and by the time I’m finished you won’t be able to see straight. I never back down from a challenge issued, you of all people know that Scully.” A shudder ran through her as he began his slow torture, his tongue rimming her ear before covering it entirely with his mouth. Slowly he bathed behind it; paying particular attention to a spot he knew was extremely sensitive. The feel of his tongue massaging her skin was driving her crazy, and she found herself reciting gruesome medical details in her head just to keep her cool. She couldn’t let him win this, the Scully resolve in her wouldn’t allow her to. His body was still hovering over hers as he moved down her neck. He wasn’t touching her though. Only teasing her by keeping what she wanted out of grasp, but close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him and to feel the power that she knew was packed in his well toned muscles. His mouth trailed down her neck, stopping to lick, nip, suck, and the occasional biting that left her in a constant moan mixed in with some writhing. “As much as I love this silk blouse of yours Scully, it’s gonna have to go, what I want is the silk underneath.” He didn’t move his hands from the armrests; instead he continued to work with his mouth on her. Then he did something he’d never done before with her, worked each of the buttons using only his lips, teeth and tongue. Slowly he pushed each button out of the hole and opened the shirt, trailing open-mouthed kisses as he moved downward. His proximity to her though still didn’t allow her much room for movement and she found herself trapped without escape from his deadly assault on her senses. The last button finally undone, the shirt slipped off her and he threw it across the room where it landed the on floor, leaving it for later. “Hey, watch it, that’s silk and dry clean only.” “So I’ll buy you a new one.” His hands shifted and fell on her hips, allowing one to splay over her stomach, rubbing it slightly in a sensual massage while the other one kept a firm hold on her. “This is what I like to see.” She was flushed from the waist up, her normally creamy white skin covered with a healthy red that contrasted nicely with a lacy navy bra. This was one of his favourites on her, one that he bought her himself the other day seeing as the other night he ripped the old one to shreds in the heat of passion. He didn’t plan on that today though, today was about being slow and realizing that the magazine ad was just a load of junk. His hand moved from her stomach and up to where the front clasp of her bra was located. This was another reason he bought this particular piece, it gave him easy access to whatever he wanted whenever he wanted…well providing she’d let him there of course. The scrap of lace fell to either side of her, exposing what he rightfully claimed as his two months ago, and he leaned in to begin his feast. Scully began to writhe beneath him in earnest, arching her back so as to give him easier access to what he wanted as he paid each breast due attention. He watched as every breath and kiss made her nipples turn a deep red and stand at attention. He reveled in the fact that he could do that to her. It was a sight every time, and something he’d never become bored watching, that much he was sure of. “Mulderrr…” her hand moved to touch his hair, and started guiding his head down to where she wanted him the most. “These pants will most likely have to disappear too you know. Can’t do what I want with them on.” His fingers worked nimbly at the button and zipper, and lifted her hips slightly to drag them down; along with the scrap of lace she called panties. May as well dispose of two items at once and save time. “Put that mouth to good use Mulder.” “Where?” “You know where.” “Tell me.” “I don’t have to tell you anything, it’s you who wants to give me this mind-blowing orgasm. You figure it out.” Hands grabbed at her knees roughly as he chuckled at her answer. He placed them each over the arms of the chair, exposing her wide for him. “Of all the spots on your body, this is my favourite you know?” He leaned in close, and blew softly into her, leaving her screaming at the sensation. “I love the way you open up for me. I love the way you become slick and moist at the slightest move I make.” He placed his finger on her open clit, and began making lazy circles on it with the slightest amount of force. Each rotation of his finger on this spot caused her to buck, to force her hips forward to increase the pressure he was putting on her, only he wouldn’t allow it. Each time she moved forward, he moved backward, not allowing her to come to that final release she so desperately needed at this point, wanting to keep her on the edge. He kept working at her with his finger, occasionally dipping his forefinger inside her to spread her slickness around. “I love the way you taste here,” he was rotating his finger now in what was a pool of liquid at her entrance, so damn close to where she needed him. “Sweet like honey, yet with a touch of spice that gives it that zip.” He pulled out, making her whimper at the loss, but not for long. “Taste Scully, taste what you taste like to me, why I love that spot of yours so much.” She wouldn’t deny him anything for the world now, and there was something extremely erotic about him making her taste herself, the way his finger rolled on her tongue as he shared what he loved so much. He was right, sweet and tart at once, but nowhere near as good as he tasted to her. “You see what I mean? It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, and I know I’ll never find better out there.” His hands fell on her parted knees, holding her open for him still. “I’m getting hungry here just thinking about it, I think I may have a taste myself.” The moment his breath entered her she started to buck wildly as he tasted and fed off her, teasing her, bringing her to the edge so many damn times she thought she was going to go crazy, only to hold off on bringing her to where she wanted to be. The room was spinning as she thrashed her head from side to side and screamed again when his mouth covered her completely, his tongue slipping side of her, stroking her walls, lapping and driving her to the edge again, only this time he did something different. He lifted his hand off her right knee, and placed his thumb firmly on her extremely swollen nub, and pressed hard. It was exactly what she needed as she clamped around him and spasmed, clenching and releasing, and going black, and her focus of the world around fading as she disappeared into oblivion. She was surrouned by stars and a bright light and all she could feel was him still working inside of her, milking her for what she was worth. She knew that moment she had never come so hard in her life, it left her weak and limp in the chair as he pulled away, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Now if I’m not mistaken Scully, you weren’t faking it then.” She was still catching her breath, and managed to move her head in agreement before resting it on the back of the chair again. “You still want to try that viacrème?” END