From: tonnaree To: Subject: "Slow Dance" (1/1) fanfic submission (hows this?!?!) Date: Monday, March 26, 2001 6:43 AM Title: "Slow Dance" (1/1) Author: Tonya Cox (tonnaree) Email: tonnaree@yahoo.com Description: SMUT Content: SMUT, MSR (established relationship) Spoilers: Hard to have any when there's no plot. Summary: How Scully's spending her evenings these days. (No plot folks, just a little smut muffin) Archive: Sure, why not. Rating: NC-17 (For adults only. Kids, go to your room.) Disclaimer: Please don't sue, the evil voices made me do it. Feedback: Oh yes. Dedication: To Amber Mist Blackberry Wine "Slow Dance" By Tonya Cox (tonnaree) I have a secret, a jewel I hold close to my heart. Fox Mulder is my lover. During the daylight hours I am buttoned down, straight edged, tight liped. The Ice Queen they call me with disdain. But hidden by the night I become liquid in his hands. I ebb and flow, a mecurial creature, shaped by tidal forces. In this room there is only us, our love, our trust. I give myself to him and he makes more than I am without him. He sets the stage and I will play my part. Candlelight flickers on the walls as he takes my hand and draws me to him. "Dance with me." The room is warm, the music hot and as we begin to dance I am hotter still. Strong arms embrace me. His hands clasp the small of my back. I feel his hardness press against me. The rhythm takes us as we slowly sway together, the music surrounds us. We are lost in the sound as voices sing of wanting. A kiss. My lips part to allow him entry. I taste his mouth, the sweetness of his need. Our tongues join the dance. His lips trace the line of my jaw. I feel his breath on my neck and I gasp as lips are replaced by teeth. Pain at first, then pleasure that deepens with each beat of my pulse. He raises his head to look at me. His eyes so dark with desire. I feel his heat, his heat for me. Words have been abandoned, there is no need of them. We are of one thought, one mind. His hand gently touches my face, slides down my throat to the buttons on my blouse. They open one by one revealing my breasts. He smiles when he sees that no undergarments bind me. Fingertips caress me, my nipples stiffen at his touch. He bends his head and takes one in his mouth. My back arches as he suckles, drinking my skin. My hands tremble as I reach for his belt. I want our clothes to be gone now. I want nothing between us. Shirt, pants, skirt, stockings, all fall to the floor, scatter about the room. He smiles, a glint in his eye, a hint of challange in his voice, as he asks, "Are you ready to play?" On the table there are toys for our game. Oils and lotions, scarves and rope. I am ready. I wait for him to lead me. He picks up a length of silk. "Turn around," the game begins. I turn my back to him, shivering with anticipation. He ties the silk around my head, covering my eyes. I am blind now and in the darkness he is in control. I reach up to touch the blindfold but he stops me. "No," he says, "keep your hands at your sides. You must do only what I tell you." I lower my hands to my sides. "Don't move, don't make a sound." Now his hands are on my body, rubbing my ass, carressing my belly, slipping between my legs. I am so wet, so eager for his touch. I am a flame. When at last he begins to circle my clit a low moan escapes me. The blow is as swift as it is unexpected. A sharp slap to my rear. I hear his voice in my ear. "I didn't tell you you could moan." He pulls me forward, I stumble slightly as he guides me to the bed. He lays me down. He raises my arms above my head and ties them to either side of the headboard. Now I am blind and bound. I feel him on the bed now. He kneels between my legs, spreading them wide. I try to lie still, waiting for the next play in our game. I don't have to wait for long. He starts to trace a line from my knee, across the inside of my thighs, down to where my legs meet. "Look at you," he says, "so beautiful. I want to taste you." His tongue is on me now, licking with long slow strokes. I shudder as he dips into my folds, seeking the center. My clit is throbbing, the sensations almost unbearable. I strain and pull at the ties that bind me. I cannot choke back the cries as I reach my orgasm. He holds my hips and continues to run his tongue up and down my sensitive flesh. Teasing wave after wave of pleasure from me. He grabs my legs and crawls up my trembling body. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. I taste my own passion on his mouth. "Was that good," he asks, "did you like that." I can only nod. "But the problem is, I didn't give you permission to come." He kisses me again. "You will have to be punished my love." He unties me and turns me over, face down. He stradles me and starts to strike my ass, first one side and then the other. I can hear his breathing come in raged pants as the blows grow more intense. My skin reddens and burns. Tears slip from beneath the blindfold and track my cheeks. When he sees the tears he stops. The room is still now except for our breathing. He reaches out and takes a bottle of lotion from the nightstand. The liquid is cool as he smooths it over my skin. His touch tender now. My head is reeling. He has taken me from pleasure to pain and back again. But our game is not yet done. He lifts me to my hands and knees. I feel his cock against my ass, the head just brushing my opening. I have been instructed not to speak, but one word escapes my lips. "Please." With one hard shove he is inside me. I am filled, stretched, and hungry for more. He thrusts slowly at first then faster as he finds his pace. He grabs my hips and pulls me back to him pushing his cock deeper still. It is good, so good. I can hear him moaning low in his throat. He is thrusting harder now and I know he is close. I can feel my own orgasm building again. I want it so bad, I want it for both of us. The sweat pours from our bodies, our flesh hot against each other. Then he is coming, spilling into me, and I am right behind him. Our cries mingle in the air, raw, animal sounds in the night. At last we are spent. We fall together to the bed. Our bodies slick and warm. Tenderly he takes the blindfold from my eyes. In his gaze are the promise of a thousand nights. We cling to one another as our muscles relax, our breath slows and contented sleep overtakes us. The game, for now, is finished. ~end~ "An idle brain is the devils playground."