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Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW:  Wishing To Serve You  by mimic117
Date: Sunday, October 14, 2001 7:45 AM

Title: NEW  Wishing To Serve You    1 of 1

Author:  mimic117

Email:  mimic117@yahoo.com

Rating:  NC-17, baby, just the way you like it

Category:  SR

Spoilers:  minor ones for the show, nothing major, but
this is the fifth story in my "Wishing" series.  It follows directly
after "Wishing You Would Dare", and you should definitely read that
one first or you might be a bit confused.  But you still need to
accept that M&S are lovers in my world, so if you can't, take a hike.

Special Spoiler Warning:  If you haven't seen the movie "The Mummy
Returns," you're gonna be spoiled in the last chapter.  I don't think
there's anything that hasn't been shown in a trailer for the movie,
but if you're still planning to see it and don't want to spoil the
surprise, go rent it right now.  I'll wait...

Summary:  Mulder gives Scully a very special gift.  Ever wonder what
happened after the charity auction?

Keywords:  MSR, smut, sex, and I don't mean 'kinder, gentler smut',
either.  This is the hard stuff.

Archive:  Indubitably.  I'll send it to Gossamer and Ephemeral myself
if you don't mind.

Disclaimer:  I don't.  They do.  Not paid.  Leave me alone.

Author's Notes:  I know, I know.  I'm supposed to be working on
something else, but this just sorta oozed to the surface like pond
scum and needed to be skimmed off.  I promise I'll get right back to
my other work as soon as this is out of my system.  OUCH!  Don't
pinch!

Thanks:  To all the smutsters who've encouraged me in my depraved
hobby.  You know who you are, you devils!  To any friends or family
members who might stumble across this accidentally:  you all knew I
was a bit of a perv!  Why are you so surprised?

Feedback:  Most definitely.  There's still more of these stories
lurking under that pond scum.  I just need the right motivation to
bring them to the surface.  mimic117@yahoo.com

Special disclaimer at the end, 'cause I don't want to give away the
plot, such as it is.

"If it weren't for the gutter, my mind would be homeless."
					XochiLuvr




Wishing To Serve You
by mimic117


Saturday
Dana Scully's apartment


Yawning languidly, Scully stretched her aching body.  It surprised
her how tired and sore she felt after a little sex.

<A little?  Let's get real here, Dana.>

Her toes curled in pleasurable remembrance of the banquet hall
elevator... her dining room floor... the shower... under the
restaurant table...

<I can't believe he had the nerve to remove his shoe and get me off
using his foot under the table.  I'll bet I was blushing bright red,
and he sat there eating like nothing was happening.>

Heaving a heartfelt sigh of contentment, she looked at the empty
pillow next to her.  Before she had a chance to wonder at his
absence, Mulder walked through the door, clad in gray boxers and
slicking back freshly-washed hair.

His smile at finding her awake was blinding.

"Mulder, you should have waited for me," she admonished.

Sitting next to her, he delivered a gentle kiss on her pouting lips.

"Had some thinking to do after last night," he said.  "Want to hear?"

Scully's heart froze even as her expression remained unchanged.  She
couldn't imagine what Mulder needed to think about, unless he had
decided that their relationship was a mistake.  Maybe last night was
too much for him.  She'd as good as dared him into participating in
the auction, but he'd seemed to enjoy himself on the stage.  Perhaps,
after thinking it over, he'd felt humiliated by the whole thing.
What would she do if he wanted to back away, to put some distance
between them?  Scully knew she would hate herself if her dare had
ruined their relationship.

"That's not what I was thinking about, Scully."

Her gaze snapped to his face in surprise, fearing that she'd spoken
her thoughts aloud.  But no - Mulder was just reading her emotions in
her eyes, as always.  No one knew her the way he did.  She should
have known she couldn't hide her feelings from him that easily.

"Not thinking about what?" she bluffed.

He called her bluff.  "Not thinking that last night was a mistake.
Not regretting anything that we've ever done to, or for, each other.
Not deciding that I don't want you in my life anymore."

Releasing a breath she hadn't known she was holding, Scully sent him
an apologetic glance.

"I was thinking that I wanted to do something special for you this
weekend," he confessed.  "But I'm not sure how you'll react.  It's
not the first time this idea has occurred to me, but somehow it
seemed like the right moment.  Will you let me explain?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion, she nodded.

He took a deep, anxious breath, and blurted, "I want to be your slave
for the rest of the weekend."

Scully's crinkled brow reversed direction as her eyebrows shot
upward.  That wasn't what she was expecting to hear.  Her knee-jerk
attempt at protest was silenced by long fingers across her lips.

"Don't say anything yet," he requested, "just listen."

She nodded again, lips clamped shut.

"Okay," Mulder huffed, "it's not quite what you're thinking.  And I'm
not asking this for the reasons you imagine.  You're worried that I
want you to dominate me because I feel unworthy of your love, aren't
you?"

One delicate eyebrow quirked up in acknowledgment of her unspoken
concern.

"You're wrong this time, Scully," he smiled.  "I just want to give
you control for a while.  To let you be the one who calls the shots,
who decides what does and doesn't happen between us.  So much of the
time, I'm the aggressor in our relationship.  Even last night, when
you'd bought me fair and square, I continued to lead our actions.
Hell, I even gave you a toe job under the table during dinner.  Not
that you didn't seem to be enjoying it, but I never asked if that was
what you wanted.  Everyone needs to feel in control once in a while.
Often, when we're working, we have almost no way of controlling what
happens to us.  Let me give you a weekend to experience what it means
to have things exactly the way you want them. Will you?"

"I didn't know you were into domination and bondage, Mulder."
Scully had no idea where those words came from.  She didn't know what
she'd been planning to say, but it certainly wasn't that.
"Sorry," she hastened to apologize, "that's none of my business."

Mulder shook his head.  "Everything about me is your business.  We
should never have secrets from each other.  And no, I'm not into
BDSM, although that doesn't mean I haven't tried it."  He smirked,
throwing her a side-long glance.  "You know me - I'll try almost
anything once.  Except cross-dressing.  I look horrible in nylons."

Snorting, Scully relaxed into the pillows.  A question occurred to
her.  "How far would you expect us to go?  I mean, how am I supposed
to treat you?  I think maybe I need some clearer parameters before I
can decide."

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Mulder took his time before
responding.

"Do you know what's involved in a BDSM relationship?" he asked.  When
Scully nodded her head, he continued, "Then we don't need to go
there.  I can tell you this, though: entering into that lifestyle for
the wrong reasons can be unhealthy."

"It was Phoebe, wasn't it?" she guessed.

His face lit up with a full-watt grin of amusement.  "You're not a
crack FBI investigator for nothing, Agent Scully.  That must be why
they pay you the big bucks."

She grinned back.  "I always knew there was more involved than just a
disappointing love affair.  I never expected it to be something like
that, though."

"Yeah, well, I was young," Mulder huffed.  "And stupid.  I thought I
deserved to be punished because I'd failed my sister, then my
parents, yada yada.  Unfortunately, Phoebe thought hurting me was a
good idea, too.  There was never any respect or affection involved.
It was all lust and dominance and control.  Mostly on her part, I
might add.  I was lucky to get out of the whole thing without
permanent scarring.  But that's not what I have in mind here.  I was
just thinking of a bit of role-playing fun.  Nothing too extreme,
although you can set the tone anywhere you want.  It'll be sort of
nice for me, too, not having to make the decisions.  There's a kind
of freedom in knowing exactly what's expected of you at all times.
And if we find it enjoyable, we can play again sometime.  Or we can
leave it alone in future.  There's nothing written in blood here."

Both agents jumped as Scully's stomach let out an angry growl.

"Look," Mulder grinned, "I'll get dressed and go out for some
breakfast.  I need to get my clean clothes from the trunk, anyway.
Why don't you take a shower, think about what I said?  When I come
back, the way you treat me can set the tone for the weekend, whatever
you decide.  With any luck, that will be the last decision I make
till Monday."

Kissing his partner, Mulder gathered his clothes from the various
corners of the room where they'd been flung the previous night and
stuffed them under one arm.  Snaking some sweats out of his emergency
stash in her closet, he gave a brief wave and walked out of the
bedroom.

The sound of the front door closing reached Scully's ears a few
moments later.

On nerveless legs, she climbed out of bed and shuffled to the
bathroom.  No thought was given to her morning routine; the shock of
Mulder's words shifted her brain into auto-pilot, leaving her with
nothing else to hold her concentration.

No man had ever offered her so much control before.  Not that she'd
been a shrinking violet when it came to intimacy - far from it.  Dana
Scully wasn't the least bit hesitant to voice her desires when it
came to sex, but usually that involved nothing more than whether she
wanted to be on the top or bottom; what position she preferred; where
their lovemaking took place.  Up until recently, that meant the
bedroom nine times out of ten.

What Mulder offered was something entirely different.  To have
control over not only her own body, but his as well.  To make the
decisions about how he would behave toward her, what he would do for
her.  The thought made her light-headed with memories of a certain
time during medical school.

Germain was one of those people you take an instant liking to -
charming, brash, witty, and with a flair for making you feel
special.  Scully had dated him, as much as she could manage to date
while being so busy, for two months before he suggested they try a
Dom/sub lifestyle.  Just on the weekends to start out, but carrying
over into every day if they were comfortable doing so.  Scully often
thought that was the beginning of her 'look before you leap' attitude
toward relationships.  If she had talked to her sister, Melissa, the
fount of all sexual knowledge, she might not have even considered
attempting such a thing.  It became clear very early on that she was
not cut out of submissive cloth.  The loss of control was too
extreme, and she spent a great deal of the three weekends they lived
that way in pain, from punishment over some minor infraction or
another.  Scully wondered if she could assume the dominant's role
without also casting on the mantle of sadist.  There was only one way
to find out.

Mulder had proven to be the most considerate and sensitive of
lovers.  Her pleasure was of paramount importance to him, always.  He
took pains to make sure she found satisfaction before he allowed
himself release.  Whether their love-making was frantic or tender,
his first thought was for her.  Scully wondered if she could do the
same for him.  To have the pleasure and happiness of another person
in her sole charge was a heavy responsibility.  If he was unhappy,
the blame would be hers.  If he went unsatisfied, it would be her
fault alone.  The head-rush of power left her breathless and slightly
afraid - of herself.

Can I really do this? she wondered.  Can I allow him to turn all
control over to me without letting it go to my head?  Will we be able
to return to our relationship the way it is now, or will I want to
keep that feeling of power, even at work?  Can I allow myself this
indulgence?  Or am I over-analyzing, like always?  This is only for
one weekend, after all.  And I can always call a halt if I feel like
I'm getting out of control.  Mulder is giving me a chance to be on
the other side of the power.  I shouldn't waste his gift.

Decision made, Scully snapped off the cooling stream of water and
stepped out of the shower.

It only took her a few moments to dry off and pull on clean lounge
wear.  Opening the bathroom door, she heard the sound of Mulder
rattling around in her kitchen.  The smell of fresh coffee tickled
her nose, and sitting on the coffee table, she saw a bed tray already
laid with silverware and napkins.

<Breakfast in bed... how sweet.>

Climbing back into bed to avoid spoiling his plans, Scully waited,
considering her own.

It wasn't long before Mulder joined her, carrying the tray loaded
with muffins, butter and two coffee mugs.  Carefully straddling
Scully's legs with the tray's, he settled their breakfast onto the
bed, beaming a smile at her.

He was looking very much the casual male, already having changed into
a cream flannel shirt, sneakers, and well-worn sweatpants.  Scully
eyed him from crown to heels and decided it was time to set the tone
for the weekend.

"I see you've brought enough for both of us, Mulder," she
observed.  "Do slaves usually eat with their mistress?"

Dropping his gaze to the floor, Mulder fell to his knees.  "I'm
sorry, Mistress.  I only wished to make sure you wouldn't be hungry.
I'll be happy to eat whatever you care to give me."

The erotic thrill his words produced amazed her.  Only two minutes
into their play, and already she could feel the seductive power of
controlling another person.  But having him kneel while she fed
him... No.  They had always treated each other as equals, and even in
her new role, she couldn't bear to see him demeaned or humiliated.

"No need to avoid looking at me," Scully informed him.  "I don't
require you to be submissive in all things.  Just obedient.
Besides," she continued as Mulder raised his head, "I love your eyes."

Said eyes had a gleam of joy in them, but he remained silent,
awaiting further instructions.

"Also, you don't have to humble yourself by kneeling in my
presence..."  she watched as he started to his feet,  "...unless I
instruct you to do so."

The look of delighted surprise on Mulder's face was a real boost to
Scully's self-confidence.  Apparently, he hadn't expected her to take
control so quickly.   But then, neither had she.

"Thank you, Mistress.  The floor was very hard."

"You may come up on the bed and eat your breakfast with me," she
said, "but first, lose the clothes."

He looked a question, eyebrows raised.

"No," she assured him, "I won't make you walk around naked all
weekend.  That would be degrading, besides being cold.  I just think
you're a bit over dressed at the moment."

His fingers flew to unbutton his shirt, only to be stopped by
Scully's raised palm.

"Slowly, Mulder, don't rush," she instructed.  "There's no hurry."

It was hard for Scully to avoid squirming as his hands slowed,
slipping the buttons free at a now-languid pace.  She knew he was
trying to catch her eye so he could hold her gaze with his, but she
was the one in control here.  She was not going to allow him to
seduce her - unless it was her choice.

The shirt slid off his shoulders and puddled around his feet.  The
sweatpants were next, skimmed over his hips.  Mulder stopped to toe
off his sneakers and kick them into a corner before he shimmied the
fleece pants down his legs: he was still wearing the boxer shorts
he'd walked out of the bathroom in earlier.  The socks went next,
peeled off and flung after his shoes.  Finally, Mulder slid his hands
down his stomach and into the waistband of the boxers, smoothing them
toward his feet.  Stepping out of the pool of fabric, he stood proud
for her scrutiny.

Scully had always thought that naked men looked rather silly.  The
upper parts were okay, especially if there were firm chest muscles
and taut abs on display.  But then you came to the odd, fleshy
appendage dangling between their legs; the one that could change
length and width at the least provocation.  She'd never been very
interested in seeing her lovers nude.

Until Mulder.

There was an unconscious sensuality about him that was incredibly
sexy.  Every move he made was done with a natural grace that he
seemed unaware of possessing.  She could never get enough of seeing
him in the buff.  Right now, her gaze was locked on his naked crotch,
only a couple feet out of reach.  She licked her lips, delighting in
his slight involuntary twitch.

Spying Mulder's duffel on the chair in the corner, Scully indicated
it with a tilt of her chin.  "Do you have jeans in there?"  At his
nod, she instructed, "Put them on and come eat your breakfast."

She spent several appreciative minutes admiring Mulder's rear view as
he bent over, rummaging in the bag.

Pulling on a very faded pair of blue jeans over his naked hips, he
buttoned the fly, then crawled onto the opposite side of the bed to
sit cross-legged next to her.  Accepting a coffee mug with a murmur
of thanks, they shared the muffins in companionable silence.

"I think we should find a safe word for you, Mulder," she
said.  "Something you can use if we start straying into territory
that upsets or frightens you.  I don't expect to need it, but I think
it would be a good idea to have one just in case."

"You've done this before, haven't you?" he asked.

Fiddling with the empty plates on the bed tray, she avoided his
eye.  "Yes, I have, for a very short period of time."  She caught
Mulder's eye, holding him with a steady gaze.  "Let's just say it
wasn't any more pleasant than yours."

He nodded in understanding.  "As long as you don't decide to singe
the hair off my chest or something like that, there isn't much I
wouldn't try with you, Mistress."

"Phoebe?"

His grimace was answer enough.

"Still," Scully insisted, "as much as I am touched by your trust, we
should find you a safe word, at least for this weekend."

"Dana"

"What, Mulder?"

"That's what I want for my safe word - Dana."

Her eyebrow rose in inquiry.

"I never call you that," he explained, "so if I did, you'd know I
needed you to stop whatever you were doing.  Is that an acceptable
idea, Mistress?"

"I think that is an excellent idea.  Now, it's time to get on with
our day, and I know just where to begin."  Setting her empty mug on
the tray, she looked him in the eye.  "We're going shopping."

Now Mulder's eyebrows shot toward his hairline.  "Is this a test of
how much abuse I can take, or did you not like the tie I wore to the
office yesterday?"

"Don't get sassy with me," Scully warned.  "We're going shopping for
slave jewelry."

There was a definite sheen of fear in his eyes.  "This doesn't
involve cock rings or nipple piercing, does it?"

Scully chuckled at the idea of "get that needle away from me" Mulder
getting anything pierced.  "No," she soothed, "I promise not to put
any new holes in you.  You do enough of that on your own.  I just
want to find something you can wear this weekend to remind you of
your status.  We'll look around at that mall north of here. They have
lots of interesting shops.  You may clean up breakfast now, then you
can help me dress."

It didn't seem possible for Mulder to move that fast without dropping
the tray.  The sound of coffee mugs clashing together in the sink had
barely died down when he came plunging back into the bedroom.

"Can I pick out your clothes?" he panted.

"I want the blue cashmere sweater and my teal blue jeans," she
instructed.  "You may choose the underwear yourself, as a reward for
bringing me breakfast."

She fully expected to see bras and panties go flying across the room
as Mulder rooted through her drawers.  Instead, Scully watched,
surprised, as he located the sweater and jeans, then carefully
considered the underwear options.  She was even more surprised by
what he chose.

"These are the plainest things I own.  Are you sure this is what you
want me to wear?"

Mulder's expression fell.  "Does Mistress not like my choice?"

"It is your choice," she conceded.  "I just thought you'd go for the
fancier pieces, few as they are.  Why these?"

"I like the way the plain cream satin sets off the color of your
skin," he explained with a shy smile.  "You wore them one of our
first times together, and they've been my favorite ever since."

Scully smiled back.  "Then plain cream satin it is."

Climbing out of bed, she began dressing while Mulder stood and
watched with longing eyes.  On any other day, he would be right
there, helping and trying to cop a feel.  Nothing else brought their
new roles quite so forcefully to Scully's attention as the sight of
Mulder standing back, hands clenched at his side.

"Are you ready to go, Mulder?"

He looked down at his naked chest and bare feet, and shrugged.
"You haven't told me what to wear yet," he pointed out.  "No shirt,
no shoes, no service, remember?  I'm not sure what the rules are on
no underwear."

She forced down a laugh at the thought of Mulder parading himself in
public, dressed as he was.  "Put your shirt and shoes back on," she
told him.  "You'd probably cause a riot going outside like that, and
I'd end up having to shoot some poor misguided woman for groping you."

Shoving his feet into his sneakers, sans socks, Mulder picked up the
flannel shirt.  Tucking the ends into his jeans, he buttoned it, then
twirled for her inspection.

"I'm ready to go shopping now, Mistress," he announced.  "Bring it
on."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Why are there so many people here?"

"It's Saturday, Mulder.  This is a mall.  This is what normal people
do on the weekend."

Mulder two-stepped around a stroller that cut him off without
signaling and shot the drooling occupant a glowering look.  "There
should be a law against allowing this many people in here at one
time."

"This is nothing.  You should see it at Christmas.  How long has it
been since you went shopping, anyway?"

"What year is it?"

Scully snorted. Stepping inside a jewelry store, she waved off the
perky saleswoman.  Browsing the cases with nothing in particular in
mind, she waited for something to strike her fancy.  She would know
it when she saw it.

"Would Mistress allow me to buy her a gift?" Mulder's whisper tickled
her ear.  "Perhaps a pair of earrings almost as beautiful as her
eyes?"

Drawing him with her, out of the store, Scully sat on the nearest
empty bench.  "Mulder, why do you still call me 'Mistress' in
public?" she asked in all seriousness.

"Why do you still call me 'Mulder'?" he returned.

She thought for a moment before replying.  "Because that's your name,
and I'd feel strange calling you anything else; even in play.  Now
answer my question."

"It's a way to separate who we are this weekend from who we will be
on Monday," he said.  "To keep the lines clear when we go back to our
everyday personas.  Some people pick pet names to use during play,
but it's not necessary.  You can call me whatever you want.  You are
my mistress."

"I hadn't thought of that," Scully mused.  "I suppose it's a good
idea if you're in a longtime commitment to the lifestyle.  I don't
know if I could call you by anything else, so we'll just stick
with 'Mulder' for now.  But I think it would be best if you call
me 'Scully' when we're not alone."

"Whatever you say, *Scully.*"

"Don't get cheeky, Mulder."

His eyes lowered in apology, but the small grin was definitely cheeky.

Walking farther into the mall, Scully noticed tables standing in the
center of the aisle.  Booths full of handmade knick-knacks, dust-
catchers, and trinkets bisected the walkways.  And jewelry...

In the distance, the sound of metal striking metal rang like bells.
Grabbing Mulder's hand, Scully strode in the direction of the musical
noise.

A metal smith's shop was set up near the end of the corridor, the
framework of his stand strung with bracelets, charms, pendants,
rings, brooches, and earrings in every metal imaginable.

As they drew near, the smith pulled a long, thin piece of metal from
a portable furnace and struck it with a small hammer.  Scully scanned
the wares on display and chose a wide copper cuff bracelet,
delicately engraved with a dragon in flight.

"Excuse me," she called over the pealing tones.

The smith stopped his assault on the metal and plunged it back into
the furnace.

"I like this design," Scully said, holding up the bracelet, "but do
you have the same thing in a larger size?"

Looking from the dainty person in front of him to the large circlet
of metal, the artisan leered.  "That should be plenty big enough for
you, miss, unless you plan to wear it on your thigh."

Scully shot the man a glare that should have fried him like a bug in
his own furnace.  "It's not for me," she stated, pulling Mulder
forward.  "It's for him."

The two men regarded each other with identical looks of
astonishment.  The metal worker recovered first.

"It should be big enough to go around his wrist, too, although I
could rebend it a bit to make the opening bigger."

"I want it to fit around his upper arm, on his bicep," she informed
him.

The surprised looks were redirected at Scully.

"Yeah, sure," the smith replied, "but I'll need to get a measurement
first, see if it needs to be lengthened as well, but from what I can
see, it shouldn't be a problem."

Unbuttoning Mulder's left cuff, she instructed, "Push your sleeve up."

He tried.

Even with the sleeve tightly rolled, it wouldn't slide up far enough
to uncover his bicep.  Mulder looked at Scully and shrugged.  "Guess
I should have worn a T-shirt, instead."

"It's not your fault, Mulder.  I hadn't any idea what I was looking
for or I would have suggested it."  Scully appraised him with a
speculative eye.  "You could unbutton the shirt, and just pull the
one arm out so he can measure you."

"You want me to strip in the mall?" he asked, wide-eyed.

"Just the one arm," she huffed.  "I don't think that will cause a
riot."

But it nearly did.

It's not every day you see a handsome man with his chest half-bared
in a middle-of-suburbia mall.  Scully found herself heavily occupied
with sending death-laser glares at the women who stopped to gawk at
her partner's attractive body.

The metal smith gawked at the number on his tape measure.  "You lift
weights?" he inquired.

Mulder shook his head.  "Law enforcement."

"You wear this kind of jewelry a lot in your line of work?" he
smirked.

"Costume party," Mulder lied.  Glancing at Scully as he slipped the
shirt back on, Mulder found himself pinned by a stern gaze.  She
could see the moment he realized how his comment had sounded.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, "it wasn't my place to make up
explanations."

Scully stepped closer so he would hear her over the renewed clang of
the smith's hammer.  "No, it isn't your place, now or ever, to
question what I choose to do.  You gave me the right to treat you in
any way I see fit, either in private or in public, whether it causes
you embarrassment or not.  But since you aren't yet properly bonded
to me, I'll overlook it this time.  Once that bracelet goes on your
arm, though, any further lapses will be punished.  Do you understand?"

"I understand... Scully.  It won't happen again."

The smith returned with the enlarged bracelet and gestured for Mulder
to bare his arm again.

There was a whole new series of women to fend off as the cuff was
bent and molded to fit Mulder's bicep.  Catching Scully's attention,
the smith displayed his handiwork for her approval.

"The opening seems pretty large," he pointed out, "but that's so it
can go on right above the elbow.  Once you push it up into position,
it should stay there without pinching."

"Won't the raw metal in contact with his skin cause oxidation?  I
don't want his arm to turn green," Scully stated.

The artisan helped Mulder slide the bracelet off.

"I can seal the whole thing with a clear coat of eurathane," he
assured her.  "It'll only take a few minutes to dry, and you can pick
it up before you leave."

Paying for her new symbol of power, Scully led Mulder back through
the mall, looking for a way to kill some time.  Spotting a coffee
shop, she steered him through the crowds to a small table.

"I'm hungry, Mulder," she said.  "How about we get some lunch since
we have a few minutes?"

"Sounds good.  I'll have..."  He stopped, dismayed at his mistake,
then continued, "...whatever you think I should, Scully."

"You're learning," she grinned.  "Be right back."

At the food counter, Scully waited for her order in a trance.  She
was beginning to wonder if giving in to Mulder's suggestion had been
such a good idea.  It wasn't that she didn't like having dominance
over her partner.  She was worried that maybe she liked it a little
*too* much.  It had only just occurred to her that Mulder stood by
without a protest while she and the metal smith talked around him
like he was invisible.  She knew he hated when doctors did that, so
she found it hard to imagine how he felt about it in these
circumstances.

She started back to awareness as two trays of food appeared under her
nose.  Paying for her seafood salad and Mulder's grinder sandwich,
Scully turned, to find him regarding her with so much tenderness in
his eyes that her heart skipped in joy.  Maybe he hadn't been too
traumatized after all.

Sitting down, she distributed the meals, asking, "What do you think,
Mulder?"

"About the food?  Looks just fine to me."

"I meant about the bracelet," she corrected.  "Do you like it?  Is it
a good idea?"

Mulder stared at her, astonished.  "You mean I have a choice?"

"No, you don't," she reminded him, "but you do have an opinion.  I'd
like to know what you think."

He swallowed a bite of sandwich and smirked.  "It sure beats a nipple
ring."

Scully ignored the smart remark, fixing him with a stern look.  "Is
it comfortable?  You won't be taking it off again until Sunday night,
so if it isn't, you'd better say so now."

"Actually, it fits fine," he admitted.  "I won't be able to shoot
hoops while wearing it, but that's not a problem.  And I like the
dragon design - seems sort of appropriate.  I'd say it's a good idea,
considering how much trouble I'm having remembering my status.  You
appear to be doing better at it than me."

"Guess I just like being in the driver's seat," she grinned.

The silence was companionable as they finished their lunch and
returned for Mulder's bracelet.  Rather than risking another
disturbance caused by her partner's chest, Scully waited until they
were in her car before helping him position it on his arm.

Buttoning his shirt again, Mulder sat back to enjoy the
drive.  "Thank you for the bracelet, Mistress," he said.  "I'll
cherish it as a reminder of who I belong with."

"I enjoyed choosing it for you," Scully replied.  "I hadn't realized
how big a responsibility this would be when we first started.  And
expensive, too."

"Unfortunately, that's part of being the one in control.  You not
only make the decisions, you also get to take care of me.  At least
now you know how a man feels when he's on a date."

"Why do I feel a sudden need to apologize to every person I've ever
gone out with?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Scully wondered how she was going to get through the weekend with
Mulder underfoot all day.

An hour ago, they'd stopped at a grocery store on their way back from
the mall because he'd offered to cook supper and needed supplies.
Since then, Mulder had whistled his way through the breakfast dishes,
done a general clean up in the kitchen, and clucked over the state of
the food in her refrigerator.

She turned down his offer to scrub the bathroom; Scully didn't think
she was quite ready for him to be rifling through her medicine
cabinet.

It was distracting having her partner rattling around in her personal
space.  While they now spent weekend nights together, they usually
parted early in the day to deal with their own chores.  It had been
so long since she'd experienced a normal relationship, Scully
couldn't remember what the procedure was for couplehood.

<Well, Mulder or no Mulder, I need to do my laundry.>

Gathering up the dirty dishcloth and towel from the kitchen, Scully
busied herself sorting clothes.  One person wouldn't be expected to
generate a large amount of laundry in one week, but then most people
didn't get slimed, thrown in the mud, and covered with blood.  She
counted three laundry loads and a few hand-washables.  It was a quiet
week.

When she emerged from the bedroom, Scully heard water running into
the apartment-sized washer in her laundry closet.

"Mulder, what are you doing?"

"Getting ready to wash your clothes, Mistress.  Isn't that why you
raided the hamper?"

"This wasn't part of your job description," she hastened to assure
him, "I can handle it on my own."

"Whites, blues, greens and browns, blacks, reds," he recited, dead-
pan.  "No chlorine bleach in anything except whites.  Pretreat all
stains that weren't treated previously.  Softener sheets in the
dryer.  Take everything out before the wrinkle-reducing cycle ends."

She stared at him, speechless.

"It's in the 'Guys' Survival Handbook', page 241.  Right after the
chapter on 'What To Do When You're Not Getting Any.'"

Handing him the clothes basket, she asked, "What about pantyhose and
silks?"

"Survival of the fittest.  Wash 'em in hot water, dry 'em on high.
Whatever makes it back out is allowed to live another day."

Scully snorted and returned to her bedroom.

"I'll do my own hand washing, thanks," she called.  "Just don't
overdo the detergent.  The landlord doesn't like foam all over the
carpet."

It only took her a few minutes to hand launder a few delicates, and
with the rest of her laundry in capable hands, Scully decided this
would be the perfect time to read those articles in the AMA Journal
she'd been saving.  Her peace and quiet was short-lived.

"What should I do now, Mistress?"

Looking up, Scully wondered why she was being bothered.  The sight of
Mulder standing before her, shirtless and barefoot, copper bracelet
cinching his upper arm, was a forceful reminder.

"Umm, I guess you can do whatever you like within reason since you're
busy with the laundry."

"Can I use your computer?"

Squinting at him in suspicion, she asked, "You're not gonna play Doom
with Frohike, again, are you?"

"Of course not, Mistress," he huffed.  "Would I do a thing like that
on your computer?"

"What were you playing when I caught you on my work computer
Thursday?  It sure looked like Doom to me."

"That was Langly," Mulder confessed.  "Frohike doesn't play Doom.
Anyway, I thought you were gonna be gone longer."

"Uh huh."

She stared at him for a few moments, just to watch him fidget.

"Okay, you can use the computer as long as you're not playing games.
Just don't get so involved in what you're doing that you neglect the
laundry."

Rubbing his hands together in glee, Mulder bounded toward the
bedroom, reappearing with his glasses in hand.  Shoving the
spectacles onto his face, he plunked himself in the desk chair and
booted up the computer.

Scully shivered in delight.

<Mulder in nothing but jeans and his glasses... any woman's wet dream
and he's all mine.>

Sighing, she went back to the AMA Journal.

The rest of the afternoon passed quietly enough, with Mulder's
occasional forays to the washer and dryer noted by Scully's
appreciative eye.  She seemed to be enjoying a few relaxing hours
with her medical journals, but in fact, she'd read very little.  She
was too busy thinking about where she wanted to take their play next.

So far, they really hadn't done anything that could be construed as
domination play, with the exception of purchasing the copper cuff.
It pleased her to see how happy Mulder appeared, dealing with her
laundry, starting the supper preparations, and generally not having
to make a single decision without her direction.  Maybe this had been
a good idea, after all.  But from her own past experience, Scully was
a bit apprehensive about pushing things.  How would she know if she'd
gone too far?  Would Mulder even think to question any order she gave
him, as immersed in his submissive role as he was becoming?  Could
she stop herself from going so far into domination that she began to
enjoy inflicting pain for no reason, like Germaine or Phoebe?

Little did she realize they would find out before the night was much
older.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*beep beep beep beep beep*

"Mulder, I think dinner's ready."

"Okay.  Be right there."

"Didn't you hear me?  I said I think you need to see to dinner."

"I said okay, Scully."

"Mulllderrr..."

"I'm busy right now!  It'll wait a few..."

She could tell the very instant Mulder's mind registered his
mistake.  Back muscles rigid, his shoulders and head drooped.
Glasses thunked to the desk.  Hands covering his face, Mulder's voice
was muffled as he spoke without turning around.

"God, I really blew it, didn't I?"

"That's a bit of an understatement, I think.  Look at me, Mulder."

Her heart caught as she saw the dejection and apprehension on his
face.  Scully wondered if she was strong enough to do what was
necessary under the circumstances.  She'd watched with amusement as
he spent the day dealing with the laundry and dinner preparations.
In between, he surfed the net, looking for things she didn't want to
consider, but always paying attention to his duties as her
submissive.  Apparently, his imagination had finally seized on
something of interest, breeding an absent mind at exactly the worst
possible time.  It had been fun up to this point.  But by agreeing to
take on the role of mistress, she had promised to control all aspects
of his behavior.  Now it looked like she would have to put up or shut
up.  Allowing another instance of disobedience to go unpunished would
weaken her in Mulder's eyes and give control back to him.  She
couldn't let that happen, no matter how much she hated the thought of
discipline.  Taking a deep breath, Scully delivered her sternest
glare.

"Go get supper on the table and wait next to my chair.  I'll be there
in a few minutes."

"Yes, Mistress."

Her gaze returned to the journal in her lap as Mulder quietly padded
to the kitchen.  She continued turning pages in the magazine without
reading a single word.  All her senses were tuned to the clink of
glassware, the smell of food, and the sounds of a dinner being laid
that she suddenly had very little interest in eating.  When the
noises ceased, she stood and forced her legs to walk to the table.

The meal spread out before her was simple, but appetizing.  A
steaming chicken surrounded by carrots and potatoes on a platter was
in the center of the table.  A boat of gravy sat nearby and side
salads were already placed next to each plate.  The crystal goblets
Mulder knew she liked best were swirling with ice water.  But it all
looked like dust and ashes to Scully's eyes, and she was pretty sure
it would taste that way, too.

Standing beside her chair, Mulder's eyes were downcast, hands hanging
at his side.  He didn't move at all when Scully sat down and began
serving food onto both plates.  She glanced at him twice, wondering
if it was just a trick of the lighting or if he really was paler than
usual.  Calling his name, Scully was struck an almost physical blow
by the depth of misery in the eyes that raised to look at her.

"Mulder, do you remember your safe word?"

The question appeared to confuse him, but he nodded.

"Do you need to use it before we continue?"

The negative shake of his head was small, but decisive.

"I would never strike you.  You know that, don't you?"

His only response was to nod, but Scully didn't miss the deep breath
of relief he tried to hide.  She knew he'd wanted to believe in her
sense of fairness, but his past experience left him doubtful.  It
wasn't a question of not trusting her; it was a question of not
having any other frame of reference.  Considering her own past, she
couldn't blame him.

"But you not only forgot your status - again - you were also
insolent.  I can't let that go unpunished.  You gave me that right
when you accepted me as your mistress.  Do you understand?"

He nodded again.  "I understand, Mistress.  And I'm very sorry for my
lapse.  It was unintentional, I promise."

Scully sighed.  "Unintentional or not, that was the second time
today.  The first time at the mall I forgave, but this one I can't.
Eating at the table with me is a privilege, Mulder, not a right.
Tonight you have lost that privilege.  Take your supper into the
kitchen and stand at the counter to eat.  I'll call you to clean up
when I'm finished.  You may go now."

Tears welled into his eyes before Mulder dropped his gaze back to the
table.  He gathered his meal without a word and walked silently into
the kitchen.

Two miserable people in two different rooms spent a long time eating
very little.  When she couldn't stand the sight of her almost full
plate anymore, Scully rose from the table and went back to the living
room, picking up her discarded journal and pretending to read again.

Actually reading any of the words was out of the question.  All
Scully could see was the sorrowful tears glistening in Mulder's eyes
before he left her side.  One part of her grieved to cause him pain,
but another part, the part of her that was becoming "Mistress",
acknowledged the necessity.  She was the one in control.
Insubordination and disobedience required punishment.  She would be
remiss in her duty to him if she didn't offer the correction he had
earned.  But how strict was too strict?  Should she also punish him
physically, or would that be feeding her own desires?  At the moment,
Scully felt no need to increase the penalty.  Perhaps that was a good
sign - that she had chosen wisely and could consider herself to have
dealt with the situation in an appropriate manner.  Satisfied with
her decision, Scully's mind turned to her wayward submissive.

"Mulder," she called, "you may put away the leftovers now.  When
you're finished, go into the bedroom and think about your
disobedience.  I'll join you later."

"Yes, Mistress."

It wasn't easy to keep her unseeing eyes on the words in front of
her.  All Scully really wanted to do was run to her friend and enfold
him in her arms.  To kiss away his hurt and soothe her own at the
same time.  But she couldn't do that and still consider herself in
control.  She decided to give Mulder thirty minutes after he was done
in the kitchen to stew over his behavior and then she'd make it up to
him.

In the end, she could only wait fifteen minutes.

When Scully entered the bedroom, she found Mulder laying on his
stomach in the center of the bed, face buried in his folded arms.  If
it weren't for the occasional ragged hitch in his breathing, she
would have thought he'd fallen asleep.  Sitting down next to him,
Scully smiled as the touch of her warm hands navigating his naked
back caused a shiver.  Before she could say anything, his muffled
voice reached her ears.

"I'm so sorry I disappointed you."

"Turn over and talk to me," she commanded.  "I'm not going to hold
this conversation with your back."

Flipping away from her, Mulder lay for a moment with one arm thrown
over his eyes.  When he lowered it, Scully could see that while his
face was dry, there was evidence of tears having been shed.  She
decided to put them both out of their misery so the evening could
continue in a more pleasant fashion.  Smiling into his still-damp
gaze, Scully stroked one hand up his arm until it encountered the
cuff bracelet.

"I know you're sorry, Mulder.  And you have no idea how much it hurt
me to punish you.  But it couldn't be avoided, you know that."

Nodding, he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and
sighed.  "I wanted this weekend to be something special I could give
you, but I couldn't even remember what I was doing for a whole day.
I made it necessary for you to punish me when I'd meant this to be a
fun experience for both of us.  Some gift, huh?"

"Yes," Scully stated.  "A wonderful gift.  Thank you."

His brow wrinkled in confusion.  "For what?"

"For giving me the chance to prove something to myself."  Scully
placed a hand over Mulder's lips as he opened his mouth to
reply.  "Did you know I almost didn't agree to do this?" she asked.
When Mulder shook his head, she continued, "Well, I thought about
it.  I wasn't sure if I could dominate someone without doing it for
the wrong reason.  It's not that I don't like having control; I like
it a lot.  And that's the problem - I was afraid I'd like it too
much.  That when it came time to deliver punishment, I would end up
inflicting undeserved pain instead.  I didn't want to do that to you,
Mulder.  I don't need the pain for myself, and I would never hurt you
against your will, but because of my past experience, I couldn't be
sure."

"You shot me once, remember?" he interrupted.

"That was for your own good," she reminded him.  "Besides, you
deserved it.  You were being a jackass at the time."

"You're such a strong person, Scully," Mulder stated, falling back
into unconscious familiarity.  "I don't understand why you thought
you could be capable of cruelty.  I would never have suggested this
idea if I'd had any fear of that."

Scully sighed, realizing she was going to need to revisit the past.
She had hoped to avoid revealing too much of that embarrassing time
in her life, but after all, he'd shared some of his experiences with
her.  It was only fair that she do the same to help him understand
her state of mind.  Twining his long fingers with her own, Scully
locked gazes with him and took a cleansing breath.

"Germaine and I didn't explore domination for very long.  I found out
right away that the price for minor infractions was too high.  And
there were lots of infractions.  I didn't get his food ready fast
enough.  The bath water was too hot.  Or too cold.  I looked him in
the eye when I shouldn't have and didn't when I should.  It seemed
like no matter how hard I tried, everything I did was a cause for
punishment.  It didn't take me long to figure out that I didn't enjoy
the pain as much as Germaine liked causing it.  He needed the
punishment aspect to feel fulfilled, but that wasn't what I
required.  Once I got out of that relationship, I read up on the way
a D/s commitment should be handled.  The thing I found emphasized the
most was consensual behavior.  No relationship can be fulfilling if
one of the parties is forced to endure something against their will.
But my role model wasn't much better than yours, so I still didn't
have any idea if I would be able to deal with a punishment situation
wisely.  Now at least I know that I don't have to worry about
inflicting pain that you don't want."

The light of trust in Mulder's eyes made her heart swell with love.

"I never doubted you, Mistress," he insisted.  "I knew you wouldn't
do anything without careful consideration."

"Well I didn't have the faith of your belief," Scully replied,
smoothing a hand down his cheek.  "I must admit I was glad to find I
didn't enjoy punishing you any more than you liked being punished.
You know, you should be glad I didn't whip you, or beat you with a
paddle.  Someone else might have."

Sighing, Mulder nuzzled his face into her palm and planted a
kiss.  "I'd almost rather you'd beat me."

Both eyebrows quirked upward in surprise.  "How can you say such a
thing, after what Phoebe put you through?"

"At least I know how a beating feels," he whispered.  "I never knew
being banished from your sight would hurt worse.  I feel so ashamed
of having disappointed you.  There are no physical marks, but the
pain lasts longer than being whipped.  I don't ever want you to send
me away again."

Gathering Mulder into her arms, Scully rocked him in her lap,
murmuring words of healing and a promise to never mete out punishment
without just cause.  They stayed that way for quite some time, just
basking in the comfort and security of their love for each other.
Finally, Scully kissed the top of his head and relaxed her grip.
When Mulder rolled onto his back, she was pleased to see a peaceful
look on his face.

"I think I know what the problem is, Mulder," she stated.

"I'm an asshole with a rotten memory for the important things?"

"I should have given you a play name," Scully disagreed, ignoring his
comment, "even if it was just for the weekend.  By still using your
own name, I made it too easy for you to forget your role, especially
while you were distracted by the computer.  I think it's time I
rectified that oversight."  She noticed that Mulder looked a bit
apprehensive.  "I think I'll call you Pet."

His eyebrows did a credible Scully-imitation, but he only asked, "Why
that word in particular?"

A tiny smile curled the edge of her mouth.  "That's what my Grandma
Scully always called me.  She'd say 'Sure, little boys can be such
wee beasts, pet.  Don't you let them make your heart sore.  They'll
be changing their minds in a few years, I'm thinking.'"  Her
unconscious use of an Irish brogue caused an answering smile on
Mulder's face.  "She was a wonderful woman who loved  me very much,
and I miss her sometimes.  Whenever you've been hurt, emotionally or
physically, I hear her voice speaking words of comfort in my ear.  I
guess I've come to think of you as Pet inside my head.  It hasn't
been easy to keep it from popping out all these years."

Finally looking into Mulder's eyes, Scully's breath caught in her
throat at the bright love shining there.

"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered.  "I would be honored to be your
Pet."

Pulling him back into her lap, they stayed wrapped around each other
for several minutes while Scully planned her next move.

"I want you to do something for me, Pet."

"I would do anything for you, Mistress," he murmured into her
stomach.  "You know that."

"Run a bath for me, please."  Releasing her hold on him, Scully
stretched and twisted her head to ease her tense muscles.  "I feel a
need to soak."

Mulder sat up, eyes shining almost as bright as his grin.  "Can I add
bubbles?"

"Go ahead," she agreed.  "A bubble bath might be fun."

He shot off the bed and was in the bathroom almost before she was
done talking.  Scully could hear water thundering into the tub and
couldn't help smiling over his enthusiasm.

<Too bad he doesn't know what the entire agenda entails.  This should
be interesting.>

By the time Scully reached the bathroom, clad in a flowered silk
robe, the mound of suds in the bathtub was two feet above the rim.
She stared in astonishment at the white heaps threatening to topple
onto the floor, wondering if there was anything left in her bottle of
expensive foaming bath gel.  "You never had bubble baths as a child,
did you?"  She waved off his puzzled look and held her arms out to
the side so he could remove her robe.  She didn't miss his convulsive
gulp as the garment slid down, revealing her nakedness.  Mulder
steadied her as Scully stepped into the tub, where she nearly
disappeared under the mountain of foam.

Once she'd beaten down enough of the bubbles so her head was in a
clear space, Scully looked up to find him hovering anxiously over the
tub.  She knew what he was wondering, but she had something else in
mind.

"What is it, Pet?"

"Umm, what should I do now, Mistress?  I don't think there's room for
both of us in there."

An eyebrow quirked.  "And if there were, would you expect to join me?"

He swallowed nervously.  "I didn't mean to presume, Mistress.  I...
I'm just not sure what you want me to do now."

"It's all right," she reassured him.  "You haven't done anything
wrong.  I think maybe I'd just like you to stay here and talk to me
while I'm soaking.  Why don't you kneel on the rug and keep me
company, Pet?"

Blowing out a relieved breath, Mulder sank to the floor and sat back
on his heels.  His eyes shot wide open, and Scully watched in
amusement as he popped back up, readjusting the crotch of his jeans
before settling down with a happy grin.

"What should we talk about, Mistress?" he asked.  "How about those
Yankees?"

Scully's snort of laughter blasted clusters of bubbles into the
air.  "I don't think we're going to talk about baseball right now."

"The Knicks?"

"Or basketball.  Ever.  Why don't you give me your opinion on how
this experiment is working?  What's your professional assessment of
the situation as a psychologist, Dr. Mulder?"

Mulder straightened up and cleared his throat, trying to appear as
authoritative as possible for someone who was barefoot, shirtless,
and not wearing underwear.

"I think the... subjects are doing pretty well considering their past
personal experiences.  There still appears to be some unintentional
blocking of his role being experienced by the... male subject, but I
believe he can be taught to avoid this behavior in the future with a
little patience."

"That's your professional opinion?"

"Yes, Mistress, that's my professional opinion."

"What's your personal opinion?"

It was apparent she'd caught him off guard, but Mulder recovered
quickly.  He relaxed back on his heels in thought for a few minutes
before replying.

"I think it's going well, although not quite the way I expected."

The bubbles were diminishing in the tub, so Scully's raised eyebrow
was clearly visible.  "Unexpected how?"

"I'm not sure, really," he mused, absentmindedly rubbing his slave
bracelet.  "I guess I originally was thinking along the lines of just
a fluffy little weekend of you ordering me around.  Something to play
at, rather than commit to.  I never thought we'd go as far as we
have, or that pleasing you would be so important to me.  That
surprised me.  Not that where we've gone is a bad thing," he hastened
to explain.  "It was just something I hadn't figured on, not knowing
your personal experience with domination play.  I like trying new
things with you.  I'm glad we're doing this."

She nodded in agreement, pleased with his response.  Mulder appeared
to have a new quietness about him, a sense of calm that she hadn't
seen before.  He trusted her to treat him with respect and love; to
keep him safe and make the right choices for him.  Perhaps there
*was* a kind of freedom in knowing exactly what was expected - with
the right partner to liberate  you.

"So you're willing to continue on until tomorrow night?" she asked.

"Yeah.  I'm comfortable with what we've done so far.  Even the
punishment was fair, if upsetting.  I gave you complete control this
morning.  You still have it, as far as I'm concerned."

"Good, good."  Leaning back against the tub, Scully swished the water
with her feet, listening to the crackle of disintegrating bubbles,
thinking about where she wanted to take their play next.  Scully felt
she knew her partner as well as any one person can ever know another,
but she still wasn't sure how he would react to her request.  As her
submissive, he was obligated to do whatever she demanded from him.
But would this be outside the range of his comfort zone?  How far did
his trust and security extend?

There was only one way to find out.

Looking up from the diminishing foam, Scully couldn't help but feel a
throbbing low in her belly at sight of Mulder's handsome face gazing
back at her with placid eyes.  Kneeling on the rug, hands lightly
fisted on denim-clad thighs, he exuded a stillness that had nothing
to do with lack of motion.  The rhythmic expansion and contraction of
his bronzed chest was in direct contrast to the tranquil grace of the
rest of his body as he waited patiently for her next directive.
Scully felt a momentary pang of doubt over her chosen course of
action.  But the decision was made.  She only hoped the idea would be
as arousing to Mulder as it was to her.

"Pet, have you ever watched someone pleasure themselves before?"
Scully asked.   She would have seen Mulder's eyes widen in surprise
as his breathing accelerated if her nervous gaze hadn't been busy
watching her fingers make circles on the tub rim.  She looked up when
his response was slow in coming.

"Outside the video collection that isn't mine?" he huffed.  "Not
someone right in front of me who isn't faking for the camera.  Why do
you ask, Mistress?"

"Because I want to watch you touch yourself."

This time Scully didn't miss the widening of his eyes - she'd never
seen them that big before.

"Right now?" he blurted.

"Right here, right now."

His mouth worked silently for a few seconds.  She was expecting him
to protest, question, say his safe word; but what finally emerged
was "As you wish."

After her eyes took their turn at bugging out, Scully quickly
recovered enough to scan Mulder's face for any hint of panic or
doubt.  She wasn't surprised to find him curious but calm.  Neither
of them moved until he spoke.

"Umm, how should I go about it?" he asked, fidgeting.  "I've never
*done* this before, either.  Do you want me to lay on the floor or
something?  I'm not exactly sure what to do."

Tilting her head to one side, Scully studied the man before her,
giving the problem serious consideration.  "Can you do it the way you
are now?  Just kneeling there?"

"I should be able to, if I shift my legs a little.  Is that what you
want?"

She nodded without speaking, to which Mulder responded with an
equally solemn nod.  Scully felt a thrill of excitement shoot through
her body at the thought of watching her lover touch himself.

Rising up on his knees, Mulder spread his legs farther apart and
unbuttoned his jeans.  He pushed them down his hips just enough to
allow for hand access and gently withdrew his semi-erect penis as he
settled back onto his heels.  It appeared the idea held some appeal
for him, but his nervousness was evident in the hesitant way he
handled his own flesh.

Scully couldn't control the tightening of her nipples as she watched
his long fingers stroke and pull.  For years she had fantasized about
walking into Mulder's apartment to find him like this on his couch,
perhaps calling out her name in his pleasure.  Since they had become
lovers, it was something she had longed to see but never felt brave
enough to request.  She tried to swallow around a very dry lump in
her throat as she slid one hand under the water toward her throbbing
sex.

The absolute silence in the bathroom was unbroken for several minutes
as Mulder manipulated himself without much evident effect.  Scully
was beginning to wonder if this had been a poor idea.  He was
obviously putting forth an effort to please her, but she was afraid
he must think the only reason she'd asked this of him was because she
had the right.  Then it occurred to her what else was missing from
the experience; Mulder was a very vocal sexual creature.  He not only
babbled while making love, he also enjoyed hearing her words of need
and passion.  Perhaps it was time for a little honesty to further her
aim of a fantasy realized.

"Pet, have I ever told you how much I love to watch you come?"

Mulder gasped, one hand squeezing his shaft.  The heated gaze he sent
her way told Scully all she needed to know about what course she
should take.  Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Well I do," she continued in a sultry voice.  "Why do you think I
like to be on top when we make love?  I can watch the way your eyes
start to lose focus without being too close to enjoy the view; the
way your upper lip beads with sweat as I impale myself again and
again on you."

Those eyes were now blazing with desire.  The stiffening muscle
between his legs was proof of her words' effect.  His panting breath
filled the silences with a fierce cadence of need.  A predatory smile
on his lips urged her to share her vision.

"I've had fantasies about this, you know," Scully breathed.  "I'm not
just asking you to do it because I can - I've wanted to watch you for
a long time.  Would you like to hear my favorite scenario?"

Eyes drifting closed, Mulder's head lolled back on his shoulders as
his movements sped up.  Reaching into his jeans, he rolled his sac in
one hand while the fingers on his other spread sticky fluid up and
down his turgid flesh.  Mulder nodded, unable to contain a soft moan.

Scully's thumb set up a teasing rhythm on her sensitive clit,
circling and tapping just enough to send sparks of fire flying out
from her center.  Two fingers slithered through her swollen folds,
tickling the outer edges of her opening.  It was all she could do not
to plunge them in and quench her burning need.  But this was for
Mulder.  She would get her own satisfaction after watching the
culmination of his.  Taking a deep breath to steady her pounding
pulse, Scully gave herself over to the scene in her head.

"I stop at your apartment late one night.  I've just finished an
autopsy and I know you're waiting for the results.  I decide to just
show up rather than call.  But when I knock on the door, you don't
answer.  I know you're home; your television is playing.  Not wanting
to wait around in the hallway until you hear me, I use my key to let
myself in.  I think perhaps you left the TV on and went to take a
shower.  I figure I'll just leave the file on the coffee table where
you'll find it later.  Only when I walk toward the living room, I can
see you on the couch.  And I can see what you're doing."

Easing two fingers into herself, Scully felt her pulse speed up as
she watched his reaction to her words.  Eyes still closed, Mulder's
face was creased in an amazing mixture of ecstasy bordering on pain.
A light sheen of sweat covered his face and chest, sparkling in the
light from overhead.  His hands kept up a steady rhythm, stroking and
pulling and squeezing his shaft as he listened. Ragged breaths puffed
through parted lips as his tongue snaked out to wet their dry
surface.  Scully couldn't remember ever seeing anything more
beautiful.  The sound of his voice startled her.

"Am I doing this?" he rasped.

Sliding in and out of her heated center, Scully's fingers glided in a
tempo that matched his.  Her other hand rose to caress her breast,
flicking at the nipple, increasing the ache in her sex.  The tapping
of her thumb became a steady grinding pressure as she felt the
tightness in her belly increase.

"Yes," she sighed, "you're laying on your couch, facing toward the
door.  You don't see me come in because your eyes are closed.  You're
naked, stretched out on the leather with one leg bent and the other
hanging off the edge.  The TV volume is turned down, but I can still
hear the moans and cries of the actors on the screen.  But you're not
watching the movie - just listening to the sounds, adding some of
your own to the script.  The noises coming from your lips are so
sexy, they make me wet without having to touch myself."

The guttural moan that rumbled through his chest sent another rush of
moisture over her fingers.  Scully had to make a conscious effort to
slow her movements.  She didn't want anything to distract her from
the scene playing out on the bathroom rug.  It would spoil everything
if she came first.

"You know what turns me on the most?" she asked.  "The sound of my
name being whispered into the room as you touch yourself.  I can see
the moisture glistening on your cock as one hand slides up and down
its length, rubbing over the head, spreading the fluid from tip to
base.  Your other hand is down between your thighs, squeezing and
rolling your balls, rubbing that sensitive bundle of flesh at the
very back, long fingers reaching down toward the crease of your ass.
God, you look so beautiful - so primal and sensual.   As your hips
jerk in time to your hands, I can hear your groans and sighs, mingled
with my name.  'Scully... yes... don't stop... please, Scully... so
good...'  It makes me so hot I want to rip my clothes off and climb
on top of you.  I walk closer to the couch as quietly as I can.  As I
get right to the armrest, I can smell the heat coming from your
body.  It's a combination of sex and you and the leather couch -
musky, tangy, pungent.  I want to taste that smell."

Mulder's gasping breaths filled the room.  Scully could see his hands
slowing, trying to draw out the sweet agony.  She was finding it hard
to hold back her own release until she finished the story.  How much
harder was it for him, with her voice painting erotic pictures in his
vivid imagination?  Scully decided she needed to end this soon - for
both of them.  It was no longer possible to keep her harsh panting
under control, so she didn't try.

"I can't believe I'm watching you pleasure yourself, with my name on
your lips.  My need to touch you is like an itch I can't scratch hard
enough; to feel your skin under my hands, hot and firm and sweaty.
Stepping around to the front of the couch, I stand for a moment, just
looking at the flickering light from the TV shining off the dampness
on your gorgeous body.  I want to run my fingers over your hard
chest; to follow the trail of hair down your stomach with my tongue,
from your navel right into the mass of black curls in your crotch.  I
want to make you come.  Bending over as your hand descends, I lower
my lips over the head of your prick, moving down and down until my
mouth is filled with you.  And then I suck - hard."

A flame of pleasure burst through Scully's body as Mulder arched his
back, pumping into his desperate fist.  Trickling sweat plastered his
forehead with damp strands of hair before dripping from his jaw to
splatter on his chest.  It was getting harder to focus.  She just
wanted to close her eyes and join her lover in the fantasy she'd
created for him.  Their moans and cries mingled in the humid air
until she couldn't tell who was creating which sounds.  But that
didn't matter.  All she cared about right now was ending this
wonderful torment.  Her driving fingers made waves in the tub as she
twisted a nipple with her other hand and moaned.

"God, you taste so good - astringent and salty, sweet, bitter.  Your
eyes fly open when you realize this isn't just in your head anymore.
I kneel down next to the couch and watch as you gasp my name, then
forget to breathe out for several seconds.  All the while, I keep
sliding my mouth up and down your shaft, swirling my tongue over the
velvet skin of the head, plunging down to the base again.  The
friction of you filling my mouth, rubbing against the inside of my
cheeks, sets up an ache between my legs.  I reach down with one hand
and rub myself through my slacks.  My free hand is touching you
everywhere I can reach, finally free to explore your body.  Your
fingers are tangled in my hair, not holding me down, just holding
me.  I stare into your wild eyes as I milk you, wanting you to know
that it's me doing this to you.  You're talking again and it's making
me hotter than ever.  'Oh shit... Jesus, Scully... I'm gonna come...
Scully..'  I can feel you swelling inside my mouth, growing
impossibly bigger and harder.  I know you won't be able to hold out
much longer."

Leaning against the side of the tub, she reached out damp fingers and
scraped her nails across his flat nipple.

"So I drag my nails across your chest - and you come."

Jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut, Mulder threw his head back as a
growl of pleasure echoed off the tiled room.  His fist kept up a
fierce tempo, prolonging every intense spasm as much as possible,
until the liquid proof of his obedience decorated his stomach and
hands.

The feel of cold porcelain against Scully's overheated breast,
coupled with the amazing vision before her, started a chain
reaction.  Plunging two fingers deep inside her body, she felt the
pulsing waves of pleasure ripple and pull, drawing out the sweetness
of her orgasm.  Forcing her eyes to stay open, she drank in the sight
of her lover, sucking in gulping gasps of air as his body trembled in
repletion.  Shuddering and panting, her hands slowed and finally
stopped.  Scully drooped over the tub rim, one arm dangling toward
the floor, the other now stilled under the sloshing water.

It was several minutes before either of them found the energy to
move.  Wringing out the washcloth floating in the tub, Scully leaned
over the side to swipe at the cooling fluid on Mulder's body.  He
jerked at the feel of wet cloth on his skin, but otherwise didn't
move from his slouched position on the floor.  Only when Scully
called his name did he finally make an effort to raise his head,
looking at her with weary eyes.  She smiled at his exhausted
expression and waved the damp rag.  "Clean up your hands and let's
get you put to bed, Pet."

Giving a tired nod, Mulder wiped up the mess as much as possible,
then pitched the soiled cloth back into the tub.  Groaning, he rose
onto his knees and leaned over the edge, swishing his hands in the
cooling water to finish the job.  He stayed hunched over the bathtub
for several minutes, too worn out to move any further.

Pulling herself upright, Scully rose out of the almost bubbleless
water, wrapping a towel around herself.  Reaching over Mulder's limp
body, she pulled the drain plug, then tugged on his shoulders as she
stepped from the bath.

Grimacing from the strain, Mulder levered himself into a standing
position, at which point the unbuttoned jeans slid straight off his
hips to the floor.

Scully grinned at the tired look of inquiry on his face.  "Just leave
them.  Where you're going right now, you'd have to take them off
anyway."  Replacing the towel with her robe, Scully gave him a gentle
push toward the doorway.

Stepping out of the puddled denim, Mulder allowed her to steer him
toward the bed.  He crawled under the covers, sighing as the cool
sheets caressed his heated skin.

Tossing her robe over the bedside chair, Scully climbed in next to
him, wondering why Mulder didn't wrap himself around her in their
usual sleeping position.  Looking into his drooping eyes, she
realized he was waiting for his Mistress' instructions.  Tears
pricked her eyelids as she understood that he was giving her total
control over him.  He would not touch her without permission; he
would do nothing from now on unless she sanctioned his actions.  The
trust and love involved in such complete submission left her
breathless.  Scully opened her arms in invitation, gratified by the
sleepy smile she received as Mulder twined his body around her.

Settling his head on her breast, he heaved a deeper sigh and wriggled
in contentment.  "Thank you, Mistress."

She almost missed the whispered words.  Stroking his hair, Scully
dropped a kiss on top of his head.  "I should be thanking you for
being so obedient, Pet."

"I was happy to please you," he murmured.  "But you also just
fulfilled two of my long-time fantasies at once."

"Hmmm?"

"I don't know how many times I've wished you would walk in on me
doing exactly what you described," Mulder admitted.  "But I never
imagined you had the same fantasy.  It really turned me on."

"I could tell," Scully chuckled.  When the silence dragged on for
several minutes, she assumed Mulder had fallen asleep.  His voice
rumbling against her skin made her jump in surprise.

"Did I ever tell you I like it when you talk dirty?" he asked.  "You
have such a sexy voice.  Sometimes, I feel like I could come just
listening to you."

Her snort of amusement ruffled his hair.  "That might be a little
embarrassing in the middle of a budget discussion with Skinner."  His
chortle of agreement jiggled the bed.  "I sort of figured you would
enjoy that after your reaction to those tapes I made a while ago."

"Mmm..." Mulder hummed, "but this time you were here with me.  'S
lots more fun..."

A deep exhale of warm breath against her ribs told Scully he was
asleep.  Placing another kiss on his hair, she stroked the copper
bracelet on the arm wrapped around her waist.  Snuggling into the
pillow, sleep was a long time in coming as her mind reviewed the
amazing events of the past day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Sunday morning
Dana Scully's apartment


The world behind Scully's eyelids was golden with sunlight.  A soft,
rhythmic breeze drifted across her arm, warm and moist.  It took a
moment for her to recognize the gentle caress for what it really was -
 Mulder's breath on her skin.  Opening her eyes, Scully found him
kneeling on the floor next to her bed, chin propped on his folded
arms, passionate gaze intent on her face.

"Good morning, Mistress," he whispered.  "I love you."

Adoration for this remarkable man filled Scully's heart and welled
into her eyes.  A smile trembled on her lips as she stroked his
cheek.  Desire stirred in her belly when he nuzzled into her palm.
It took a moment before she could speak with a steady voice .

"How long have you been watching me, Pet?"

"Just a little while."  Mulder smiled back.  "Would Mistress like
pancakes for breakfast?"

"That would be nice," she agreed.  "But maybe we'd better eat at the
table this time.  I think syrup would be a little too messy for
breakfast in bed."

Mulder's eyes lit up.  "Depends on where you drip it and how fast you
lick it up."  His smile broadened as Scully shivered.

Throwing back the blankets, she watched his eyes darken with desire
at sight of her naked body.  She could tell he wanted to touch her by
the way his clenched knuckles turned white.  Instead, Mulder stood
and stepped backward as Scully sat up, swinging her legs over the
edge of the bed.   Plucking her silk robe off the bedside chair, he
held it open while she rose and slipped her arms into the sleeves.
Knotting the sash around her waist, Scully eyed the thickening bulge
in Mulder's jeans.

"Better make lots of pancakes," she drawled, eyebrow raised.  "I
suspect you'll need the extra calories before the day is over."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


One of the nicest surprises of their relationship was Mulder's
ability and willingness to cook.  It was never anything too fancy,
but whatever he chose to make turned out delicious and unique.
Lacking fresh buttermilk, Scully watched him create a sour milk
substitute with lemon juice.  As often as she'd observed him in the
kitchen, his ease and economy of movement while cooking still amazed
her.  Shirtless and barefoot, his rippling muscles stretched,
contracting and flowing under his skin, creating an erotic ballet
that held her spellbound.  The trance was broken when a steaming
plate appeared under her nose.  The whole wheat pancakes were light
and tender, flipped by an expert hand so they were just golden
enough, puffed in the middle and not too crisp around the edges.
They were brightly accented by the raspberry syrup Mulder had made
out of fruit unearthed from the freezer.

"This smells wonderful, Pet."

A shy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before Mulder returned
to the hot skillet on the stove.

Scully took a bite from her pancakes, moaning at the combined taste
of toasted wheat and sweet raspberries.  She was a quarter of the way
through her breakfast before she noticed that Mulder was standing in
the kitchen.  Not doing anything; just standing and fidgeting with
the copper cuff bracelet.  She was about to ask why he wasn't eating
when she remembered his banishment of the previous night.  Fox Mulder
would normally have plunked himself into a chair and dived into his
food.  But Pet was learning not to assume that he was permitted such
familiarity.  Especially after last night's punishment.  Scully
chided herself for having forgotten her duty to him, turning a bright
smile in his direction.

"Come and eat your breakfast," she invited him.  "I'd hate for you to
miss out on something as delicious as your cooking."

The smile on Mulder's face added several watts of brilliance to the
kitchen lighting.  Grabbing his plate, he bounded to the table and
dropped into a chair, sighing.  Neither one spoke again as they
finished their meal.

Even having a head start and a smaller portion, Scully was still
eating by the time Mulder had wolfed down his share.  She watched him
lazily lick the traces of syrup off his fork, shivering as her libido
whispered erotic possibilities in her ear.  When Mulder stood to
clear his plate, Scully waved him back into his seat.

"I'll do the clean-up this time," she said.  "You go take a shower
and then wait for me on the bed before you get dressed."

Eyes wide, all he said was "Yes, Mistress."

She nodded in dismissal, hoping the flush of desire low in her belly
wasn't already spreading to her face.  She watched him walk toward
the bathroom, noting in approval that the door stayed open.  Even
though she had never asked it of him, Mulder was showing that he
accepted his submissive state.  There would be no closing of doors,
mentally, physically, or emotionally, unless she allowed it.  Every
aspect of his life was now hers to control.  The thrill she received
from the knowledge was stronger than she'd expected.

Scully forced herself to finish eating, though the anticipation of
what she was planning made it difficult.  Placing the dirty dishes in
the sink, she walked into the bedroom, dressing as she listened to
the shower run.  It took all her willpower not to climb under the
water with him.  The urge to take him right that minute was almost
overpowering.  She knew it was her right as Mistress.  But what she
had in mind would make the final outcome worth the wait.

The sound of the shower shutting off caught Scully's attention.
Moving quietly past the bathroom door, she couldn't avoid just a
glimpse of Mulder's glistening backside as he stepped from the tub,
reaching for a towel.  Her inner muscles clenched in expectation as
she laid down on the sofa, picking up a magazine and pretending to
read.  Soon, the sound of bare feet slapping the wood floor receded
into the bedroom, followed by the squeak of bed springs.

<I'll wait ten minutes.>

It was an endless ten minutes of amatory visualization.

The sight that greeted her at the bedroom door made Scully's mouth
water.  Mulder was kneeling in the middle of the bed, ass resting
against his heels in the same position he'd maintained during the
previous night's bathroom scene.  But this time he was dressed in
just the copper bracelet circling his arm.  There was nothing self-
conscious or coy in the gaze he turned to her - no artifice or
calculation in his demeanor.  Mulder was not trying to look sexy or
turn her on.  This was simply Pet, waiting to see what his Mistress
required.  Scully carefully swallowed the lump of emotion in her
throat before speaking.

"Lay down on your stomach, Pet," she commanded.  "You've been so
obedient I'd like to do something special for you."

The smile of delight on his face was worth her self-denial.  Mulder
flipped himself flat on the bed, settling his head on his folded
arms.  It made her grin to see him anticipating a relaxing back rub.
Climbing onto the mattress, she watched his muscles twitch in
preparation for the touch of her fingers.

Instead, she swiped her tongue straight up the crease of his ass.

Mulder yelped and jumped several inches into the air.  When he
finished bouncing, his hips remained tilted off the bed, held there
by the instantaneous erection underneath.  Looking back over his
shoulder, he stared in wild-eyed wonder, gasping but otherwise silent.

The mock glare of disapproval on Scully's face couldn't hide the
gleam of mischief in her eyes.  "If you don't think you'll be able to
hold still, you'd better hang onto the bed spindles.  I don't need my
nose broken by your ass when I hit a sensitive spot."

She watched his pupils dilate as he nodded, reaching toward the
headboard.  Wrapping each hand firmly around a bar, Mulder wriggled
his groin into the mattress, trying to make his stiffened flesh lay
flatter.  Scully saw him pull in a deep breath, hold it, then exhale
slowly, bracing himself for whatever was coming next.

What followed was a very thorough tongue bath.  Starting at his
shoulders, Scully licked his entire back, paying special attention to
the dip on either side of his lower spine.  Bypassing the two
delectable mounds of Mulderass, she suckled his thigh muscles,
working her mouth down to the backs of his knees, swirling her tongue
into the dimples there.  Scully didn't admonish Mulder for the
occasional wiggle or groan.  It would take a willpower stronger than
his to receive that kind of attention in silent stillness.  His gasps
and moans just spurred her on to new heights of torment.

Stepping back from the bed, Scully pushed the hair out of her face
and observed her handiwork thus far.  Mulder's back muscles heaved as
he panted for breath.  His skin was lightly pinked where her teeth
and tongue had gently scraped him.  Small circular patches of darker
pink dotted his thighs - it appeared she'd been a bit too
enthusiastic in her suckling.  Having reached what she considered the
half-way point of her ministrations, Scully decided to treat herself
to another fantasy long-denied.

"Keep holding onto the headboard, Pet, but get up onto your knees.
Then stay still."

There was no hesitation at all in his compliance.  Mulder arched his
back slightly, pulling his bent legs underneath until he was on his
knees, but folded at the hips.

A thrill shot through her at his display of vulnerability.  He
trusted her, even exposed to this degree.  There was no longer any
doubt in Scully's mind that he would do whatever she asked of him,
without question.   The very idea of wielding such power over him
gave her an incredible rush.   She said a silent prayer to never
betray his trust.

Stepping to the foot of the bed, she crawled up behind him.  Using
her hands to steady his hips, Scully ran her tongue firmly over the
underside of his testicles.  Mulder shivered, but didn't move.  She
did it again, this time continuing farther back, lightly nipping the
bundled nerves of his perineum with her teeth.  A piteous groan
echoed around the room, incapable of being stifled.  A third time
Scully laved this most intimate of places - on still further to the
small puckered opening displayed to her gaze.  She teased the tender
skin with her tongue before exerting pressure with the very tip.  His
resulting whimper of distress made her stop.

Hopping from the bed, Scully walked to where she could see his face.
Mulder's eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open, tongue scraping dry
lips.  His arms quivered with the strain of control, knuckles tight
and pale.  She brushed back the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead,
caressing the damp skin.  As his eyes opened, Scully expected to see
them reflecting shame, humiliation, maybe even disgust at her
actions.  Instead, she found herself looking into desire, bliss - and
more blazing passion than she'd witnessed in those hazel depths since
their first time.

"Gonna come..." Mulder panted, "... if you... keep doing that.  Don't
have permission... yet."

His words caused the heat in her belly to flare, and the blood
coursing to her swollen folds set up a drum beat to the rhythm of her
heart.  He required her approval for something as primitive, as
elemental, as orgasmic release.  She could almost feel the effort it
was costing him to hold back.  But Scully could also sense his
excitement - his enjoyment of her attentions feeding her desire to
give him more.  Allowing Mulder to come now would spoil the rest of
her plans, though.  Maybe it was time for a short breather, for both
of them.

"You can relax now, Pet," Scully soothed.  "We'll stop for a bit.
Let go of the bed and lay down however it's comfortable for you."

With an effort, Mulder released the headboard spindles and flopped on
his side.  He rubbed his cramped hands, chest still heaving as he
attempted to calm himself.  Scully sat on the edge of the bed,
gathering him into her lap and running soothing hands over his back.
She crooned nonsense words with no other purpose than to quiet his
racing pulse.  Mulder curled himself around her hip, sighing as his
breathing eased.  It was a surreal scene - Scully fully clothed while
her lover twined his naked body around her.  Neither one seemed to
find it unusual in the least.

They stayed that way for several minutes, slowing their galloping
heartbeats by giving and receiving comfort.  The hypnotic sweep of
Scully's hands over Mulder's back would have relaxed them both under
other circumstances.  But while his breathing was once again regular,
the tension in Mulder's muscles told Scully that he knew she wasn't
done with him yet.

Increasing the pressure of her fingers, she began a slow massage,
attempting to work some of the tightness out of Mulder's back and
shoulders.  When that didn't help, she moved to his chest and
abdomen, reaching between the two of them to knead the knotted
muscles.  The rumbling groans under her hands set up a new tingle
between her legs.  It seemed like a good time to put the rest of her
plan into action.

Untangling herself from his long limbs, Scully slid off the bed and
stood.  She waited until Mulder's flushed face turned to peer at her
before peeling her leggings down.  Watching his expression, she
grasped the bottom of her sweater and pulled up.   His eyes grew
wide - her lack of undergarments had not gone unappreciated.  Mulder
licked his lips, sending a frisson of anticipation down her spine.
Still, as much as she wanted to feel his touch on her skin, this was
her scene - she was in control.  So when his hand reached for her,
Scully halted it with a stern glare.

"No touching," she ordered.  "Not unless I say you may.  Your
obedience will be rewarded, I promise."

The offending hand was withdrawn and tucked under his body.  His
continued silence was a bit unnerving, being so unlike the groping,
grasping, talkative lover Scully had come to know.  Nothing else
could have illustrated so well how deeply Mulder was immersed in his
submission.

"Roll over on your back, Pet.  Then scoot into the center of the bed
so I can join you."

Mulder did as instructed.  There was a look of docility on his face
in marked contrast to the full erection that reared up from his
groin.  But watching his naked mistress climb onto the mattress
beside him must have been too much for his self control.  A hand
crept toward her thigh, only stopping when it encountered a sharp
slap.

"Didn't I tell you no touching?" Scully huffed.  "Since I have plans
that require your presence, I don't think either one of us will be
very happy if I have to banish you for disobedience again."

The hand was snatched back, but Scully didn't miss the tears that
welled in Mulder's eyes even as he turned his head away from her
scrutiny.  With gentle fingers, she pulled his face back toward her
until she could see the sadness in his gaze.

"What's wrong, Pet?"

He shrugged.  "I love the feel of your skin, and I've hardly touched
you all weekend.  My hands feel so empty without you."

Now that she thought about it, Scully realized he was right.  Even as
wonderful as the weekend had been, when she considered what they had
actually done together, very little had involved touching each
other.  Knowing Mulder's tactile proclivities, she was amazed that he
had managed to last so long.

"Very well," she conceded, "you may touch me.  But when I tell you to
stop, I expect you to do it without question.  Is that understood?"

His vigorous nod of agreement made her chuckle.  Mulder spanned
Scully's hips with his large hands to steady her as she climbed onto
his body.  Smiling her approval, she straddled his thighs, the better
to reach all her favorite places.

Mulder's fingers skimmed lightly over her flesh - here, there,
everywhere except the places she wanted his touch the most.  He
didn't appear to be trying to excite her.  He was just caressing
her.  First with the tips of his fingers, as though he were reading
Braille.  Then with his whole hand, using firm, smooth strokes on her
arms, legs, abdomen, and back - like he was trying to absorb her
essence through his palms.

Meanwhile, Scully was doing her best to drive her lover wild.
Mulder's skin twitched as she stroked his hip bones, then tickled a
trail up the crease where thigh meets groin.  His gasp of pleasure
delighted her so much, she did it again - with her tongue.  That
produced a most satisfactory groan.  Avoiding the one place she knew
he wanted her to touch, Scully ran her palms up the line of hair from
his navel to the small mat of curls on his chest.  She pinched his
nipples to hear him groan again, but she was becoming impatient with
her own game.  It was time to fulfill her promise - for both of them.

"Stop."

His obedience was immediate.  Mulder's hands dropped to the mattress
and remained still.  Scully felt another surge of awe at the power
she held over this man.  It strengthened her resolve to reward his
trust in her.

Rising up on her knees, Scully scooted forward until she was
positioned directly over his rigid shaft.  Mulder's breathing sped up
as she lowered herself onto him.  He reached blindly over his head,
grasping the spindles on the headboard.  Sweat broke out on his
forehead as she rose up slowly and glided back down until he was
fully sheathed inside her again.

"You're not allowed to come until I say to," Scully informed him.  A
jerky nod was all the answer she received.  "I promise not to leave
you unsatisfied.  You trust me with that, don't you?"

"With everything," he rasped, chest heaving.  "Always."

Scully pushed back the tears that threatened to form at his words.
Leaning over, she kissed him with a sweet passion that was met with a
blazing fire.  She could tell from the hungry pull of his lips that
he wouldn't be able to hold off very long.  He gasped into her mouth
as she rocked her hips.  Planting her hands on his chest, Scully
pushed herself upright again.  Mulder's eyes were dark with desire,
sweat trickling down his temples, lower lip clamped between his teeth
in an effort at control.  Scully didn't know when she'd ever seen
anything more erotic.

Rising up and down on her knees, Scully set a slow pace at first.  As
Mulder's eyes began to lose focus, she quickened her rhythm, impaling
herself with enough force to make him grunt with each downward
impact.  His focus returned as her hands cupped her breasts, stroking
the hard tips.

"Watch me, Pet.  Watch me make love to you."

His gaze devoured her as Scully fondled herself for his pleasure.
She knew it was time to keep her promise when a crease appeared
between his eyes as they slammed shut.  Placing one hand on his
chest, she stroked his nipple with her fingernails while the other
hand reached behind her, cupping his balls.  He groaned as she
kneaded the tight sac, reveling in the shiver that ran through his
body beneath her.

"Come for me, Pet," she whispered.

Mulder's eyes shot open as his body arched off the bed.  Scully  was
mesmerized by the look of wonder that transfigured his face.  His
mouth stretched wide as if crying out in pleasure, but all that
emerged was a series of deep gasps as counterpoint to the frantic
thrusting of his hips.

Nothing else was needed for her to follow him.  Scully threw her head
back, eyes squeezed shut, as sensation exploded through her body.
Electric tingles raced outward to her fingers.  Her inner muscles
contracted so hard she shook with the force of their movement.  There
was a keening sound in her ears that she finally realized was her own
voice.  As she came back to herself, the only thing Scully could
think to do was collapse bonelessly on Mulder's chest.

Their harsh panting was the only sound in the room for several
minutes.  A few soft moans seemed to stir them toward consciousness,
and Scully gingerly climbed off Mulder onto the bed, causing them
both to groan at the loss of contact.  He cracked an eye open in
inquiry.

"I'm just going to clean us up a bit, Pet.  I'll be right back."

All she got in reply was a soft "hmmm" before the eye closed again.
Padding to the bathroom, Scully dampened a washcloth in warm water
and returned to the bedroom to find Mulder fast asleep - snoring.
Setting down the cloth, she carefully loosened his fingers from the
bed spindles, pulling his arms down into a more natural position.  He
barely stirred as she wiped up the residue of their morning's
activities.

Discarding the washcloth, Scully climbed back into the bed, snuggling
against Mulder's limp body.  When he moved and mumbled, she stroked
his chest until he settled into sleep again.  A nap until lunch
seemed like a good idea.  They could talk about what to do with the
rest of the day after they'd had a chance to eat.  The weekend was
fast drawing to a close, and Scully wanted to make the most of every
moment.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sunday
4:35 PM
Regal Cinema


"I can't remember the last time I saw a movie at the theater.  I
usually have to wait until months after it comes out on video.  This
was a wonderful idea, Mulder."

"I don't know, Scully.  'The Mummy Returns' is just a little too much
like work for me.  I could swear I've seen Imhotep at a local crime
scene.  Are you sure you wouldn't rather see something else?"

"You want me to find us a chick flick?  I'm sure there must be one
playing in another theater."

"I was sorta hoping you might be partial to Jackie Chan."

"We're watching 'The Mummy Returns,' Mulder."

"Well, at least this theater has those new reclining seats."  Mulder
rocked his chair back and forth until Scully clamped a hand on the
arm rest.

"This isn't a spring horse and you're no cowboy.  Knock off the
gymnastics, Pet."

Her tone of voice coupled with his play name indicated she meant
business.  Mulder stopped his seesawing, hanging his head in
contrition.  "I'm sorry, Mistress.  I'll try to sit still from now
on.  Do you think it's okay to drop our real names in here?  Someone
might overhear us."

Scully snorted, waving one hand in a broad arc.  "Look around.  Do
you see anyone within hearing distance?  They can't be making any
money with this many seats vacant."

A glance around the cavernous room showed them to be sitting in an
ocean of empty space.  They were only two of eight people, all
waiting through the preview trailers for the movie to begin.  Nobody
else was within spitting distance, let alone close enough to
eavesdrop.

The theater went dark as the film company logo appeared like a
mammoth billboard in front of them.  Mulder kept up a whispered
commentary throughout the first part of the movie, comparing faces on
the screen to some of their co-workers.  Scully let his breath tickle
at her ear until it started to make her squirm in her seat.
Squeezing his thigh, she shushed him, which command he obeyed - for a
while.  When the married archeologists onscreen began romancing each
other, Mulder's hand slid up under her shirt, brushing warm fingers
over her ribs.

"I don't remember giving you permission to touch me.  Do you, Pet?"
she hissed.  She could see his convulsive swallow in the light
bathing them from the screen, his fingers stopping their gentle
caress.

"Doesn't watching those people up there give you ideas, Mistress?" he
huffed in her ear.  "I want to do something special, just for you.  I
want to make you feel good, just like you've done for me this
weekend."

Trying to wiggle away from the hand still on her abdomen wasn't a
viable choice in their close-set chairs, so she opted for glaring him
into submission.  That just gave her a nose to nose view of his
pleading face, out-thrust lower lip and all.

"This is not the time, and definitely not the place, Pet."

"What better time and place than sitting in the dark, where no one
can see us?"  Mulder's eyes gleamed and twinkled in the flickering
light, changing their color like a chameleon.  "Haven't you ever
wanted to do something risky?  Something that no one else knows
you're doing, just for the fun of it?"

Scully turned her face back to the screen, watching the actress use
some rather flamboyant karate moves to dispatch the bad guys.  But
her mind was no longer on the movie.  Apparently, the lack of a
response on her part was making him bolder.  She couldn't ignore the
fingers that had resumed leaving shivery trails underneath her
breasts.

"The thought of being caught petting like a couple of teenagers by
some theater employee isn't exactly a turn-on," Scully lied.  She was
becoming very turned on, indeed, by the mere idea of Mulder's hands
on her in the dark.

"But no one would know," he insisted.  "I would never do something
crude, like dropping my head into your lap.  I'll be so subtle, the
only way anybody will be able to tell what's happening is if you
scream when you come.  Please, Mistress.  Let me do this for you."

Scully didn't know what to do.  She was supposed to be the one in
control - she was Mistress.  And yet, the thought of Mulder's long
fingers touching her intimately in the darkened theater had her
aroused and throbbing already.  But wouldn't giving in to his request
be the same thing as relinquishing her control to him?  She looked
into his eyes again, studying the calm patience reflected back at
her.  His gaze wasn't insistent, or demanding, but quietly
beseeching.  He really did want to do this for her.  And giving him
permission was her choice, not his.  She could even choose to deny
him simply because she had the right.  She was still in control, and
he was hers to command.

Nodding her consent, Scully watched a look of pure delight blossom
across Mulder's face.  As his mouth opened on some remark, she placed
her fingers across his lips, leaning in close to his ear.

"I expect you to be discreet," she whispered.  "You will do nothing
that could draw attention to us or cause a disturbance.  You are only
doing this because I wish to allow it.  Is that clear?"

The smile faded from his face.  He nodded solemnly, then brought one
of her hands to his mouth and kissed her wrist.  "I understand,
Mistress.  I promise I won't disappoint you."

Turning back to watch the screen, Scully tried not to tense up,
waiting for his first move.  It surprised her when Mulder's right arm
circled her shoulders and settled there.  She'd expected him to start
groping her - not the careful descent of his hand until it assumed a
natural position, with his fingers just brushing her nipple.  This
was more arousing than if he'd reclined her seat and climbed in with
her.  Scully was now keyed up for an entirely different reason.

He started out brushing spidery touches over the skin under her shirt
with his left hand while the right performed an occasional flick
across one nipple, making them both stand at attention in
expectation.  Just as Scully began to worry that perhaps Mulder's
intention was just to drive her mad, he reached to her waistband and
pulled down the zipper.  In spite of a rather spirited altercation
taking place in Technicolor before her, Scully couldn't hear anything
except the bubblewrap-like pops of the teeth disengaging.  She didn't
realize she was holding her breath until she let it out as his
fingers slithered under the waistband of her pants.  A small smile
curved her lips as he gasped, whipping his head around to look at
her - she wasn't wearing any underwear.  Mulder had still been asleep
when she'd gotten dressed and decided to indulge her wild side.  His
reaction to her daring was very gratifying.

It was Scully's turn to gasp as his entire hand closed around her
breast, squeezing and stroking the aching flesh.  Her smile
reappeared as she realized he was checking to see if she'd worn a
bra.

<Nope.  Nothing but shirt between me and your hand.>

They breathed a moan in unison as his other hand crept into her
jeans, encountering the swollen bud hidden in her curls.  Firm
fingers stroked over the sensitive flesh, causing her to squirm.  He
pushed down a bit on one shoulder, indicating that he wanted her to
scoot down in the seat.  When she did, his fingers delved further
into her damp folds.  The heel of his hand set up a grinding pressure
on her clit as he plunged two fingers as deep inside her as the
position allowed.  His other hand was now pinching and rolling a
nipple under cover of his palm.  The combined sensations set up an
involuntary staccato thrusting from her hips.

She tried to concentrate on the movie, but the colors kept blurring
together before her eyes.

<Are those mummies chasing them?  Oh shit... don't care as long as
you keep doing it just like that, Pet.>

Tension coiled in her belly, tightening in direct relation to the
movement of his hands.  Scully almost wished it could go on all night
at this level, the feeling was so fraught with anticipation.  It
would have lasted a lot longer if Mulder hadn't simultaneously sucked
on an earlobe and crooked his fingers forward inside her.  Scully's
mouth opened on a gasp as white hot sensation rocketed through her
body.  Mulder clamped his mouth over hers, blocking out the
flickering screen as her eyes slammed shut.  Fortunately, the movie
action was energetic enough to mask the keening cry he sucked from
her lips.  If anyone had cared to look, they simply appeared to be
two people kissing.  His arms holding her body down helped to mask
the shaking that vibrated through her limbs as the orgasm ran its
course.

Sluggish eyelids blinked a few times as Scully returned to the
theater from a wonderful place outside herself.  She felt his hand
gently withdrawing from her pants as she sent a nervous glance around
the theater.  No one was looking anywhere but at the screen.  They'd
never even noticed.  When she turned her head to comment, Scully
found Mulder sucking on the fingers that he'd just retrieved from her
body, eyes closed in obvious enjoyment.  The sight turned her muscles
to jelly.

Collapsing in a boneless heap against him, Scully tried to focus on
the movie in hopes of calming her racing pulse.  The vision of a huge
scorpion with the head and body of a man running across the ceiling
of a vast chamber wasn't helping her adrenaline level.

<Mulder was right - this is too much like work.>

Stretching her cramped muscles, Scully ran her hand up Mulder's
thigh.  She was planning to tease him with a promise of returning the
favor, but her fingers stilled in shock when they failed to encounter
the anticipated firm bulge in his jeans.  Turning startled eyes
toward him, she stared at Mulder's bemused grin.

"I told you this was for you, Mistress," he whispered.  "It made me
happy to give you pleasure.  That's all I need."

Giving him a watery smile in return, Scully focused her attention on
the screen while she tried to make sense out of her swirling emotions.

They remained through the rest of the movie, but if questioned later,
Scully wouldn't have been able to say how it ended.  All she could
think about was Mulder's lack of physical reaction to touching her.
Under other circumstances, the mere brush of his skin against hers
was enough to start him moaning with desire.  An invitation into her
most intimate places would find him grinding a rock hard erection
against her within seconds.  But even after bringing her to a blazing
orgasm in a public place, Mulder had remained unaffected by what he'd
done to her.  Scully finally understood some of the things she'd read
in the past about the submissive's great desire to please their
Dominant.  She'd always thought it was so much rhetoric, meant to
salve the conscience of the ones in control.  Now she could see the
truth in front of her - in the man sitting beside her, watching the
movie credits scroll up the screen.  He had asked for nothing more
than to give her pleasure.  That accomplished, he required no other
reward.  The selfless nature of his actions brought tears to her eyes.

The drive home passed in companionable silence.  The weekend nearly
over, Scully's brain was spinning with everything she'd experienced.
She'd proven to herself that a mutually enjoyable D/s relationship
was possible with the right person.   It was good to know her need
for control didn't preclude tenderness and affection.  She felt much
better about herself as a result.  How Mulder felt about his own role
was something they would need to discuss before the night was through.

Before the apartment door was closed all the way, Mulder had removed
his shirt and shoes, carrying them into the bedroom as he reverted to
the approved mode of dress at home.  Scully marveled at the ease with
which he now remembered the details of his role.  She had never seen
him more contented than during the last two days.  Giving control to
her appeared to agree with him, and she wondered if either of them
would be able to return to their working partnership unchanged.

When Mulder returned to the living room, he immediately sought
Scully's gaze for guidance.  Taking a deep breath, she walked over to
the couch and sat down, patting the cushion beside her in
invitation.  He joined her with an expectant look on his face.

Now that it was time to talk, Scully was finding it difficult to
begin.  She realized she'd been stalling for too long when Mulder
began to fidget, bouncing one knee in rapid jerks that jiggled the
sofa.

"What is it with your inability to sit still today, Pet?" she
asked.  "Will I have to spank you to make you stop fidgeting?"

A look of mischief lit his eyes while his face remained
serious.  "Would Mistress enjoy spanking me?"

"Under the right circumstances, probably.  But maybe I'll save that
as a special treat for the next time you really piss me off."

The tiny quirk at the corners of his mouth dispelled her last bit of
nervousness.  This was Mulder, after all.  There wasn't anything she
couldn't discuss with him, from mutants, to monsters, to sex games.
And speaking of games, it was time to find out how he felt about his
part in this one.

"First off, I wanted to thank you for giving me this weekend," she
began.  Mulder's smile and nod were all the encouragement Scully
needed.  "I've found out things I didn't know about myself.
Discovered parts of my personality I never thought of exploring.  But
now I need to know how you feel about all this.  I don't think I'm
the only one who was surprised."

Mulder chuffed a laugh, running his hand through his hair.  He tugged
on his lower lip for several minutes, until Scully wanted to grab it
between her teeth to make him stop.  Now was not the time for that,
though.  Her patience was rewarded when he shot her a crooked smile.

"This weekend didn't turn out quite the way I planned, I have to
admit."  He glanced down at his bare chest and feet, and
smirked.  "Not that I'm complaining, you understand.  It's been a
pretty amazing couple of days.  But while I think this experience
will be a wonderful reinforcement for our personal relationship, the
biggest impact is going to be felt at work."

His words sent a shiver of fear down Scully's spine.  She'd been
afraid all along that things would be changed by her assumption of
power.  She tamped down a small tickle of panic and decided to hear
what Mulder had to say before kissing their partnership goodbye.

"That's not what I meant, Mistress."

Her eyes locked on his affectionate gaze with the realization that he
was reading her emotions on her face again.  Scully smiled,
indicating that he should continue.  She watched his chest expand and
contract on a calming breath before he spoke.

"I have always trusted you.  Well, at least since very early on in
our partnership.  And while I'm considered the senior agent, I've
always thought of us as professional equals.  We balance each other
in so many ways.  We rely on each other in all types of situations.
I trust you to stand beside me, and to watch my back;  to smack me
into place when I get out of hand, and hold me up when I start to
skid out of control.  But I never knew how deep that trust ran until
this weekend.  I found myself literally trusting you with my soul.
Your approval meant everything to me.  I didn't need any other reward
than your praise.  I never expected it to be this intense, but I'm
glad it was.  Now I know I can trust you with everything I am, and
you'll never let me down.  That can't help but make us better
partners, professionally as well as personally."

Scully nodded, chewing on her lip in thought.  She saw his point.  It
couldn't be a bad thing to know your partner would do whatever you
told him to, without question, in any type of situation.  She knew
Mulder would continue wanting to protect her.  They would still argue
over differences of opinion.  But the new closeness they'd developed
over the weekend would certainly carry over into their working
relationship.  And maybe they could try this experiment again in the
future.  She wouldn't be afraid the next time he suggested something
new.

Tugging gently on the copper cuff bracelet, Scully pulled it down
Mulder's arm, removing it completely.  There was an indent in his
bicep where it had been, creasing a dual line into the muscle.  It
seemed odd to see him without the red-gold ornament marking him as
her possession.  The sight made her sadder than she'd anticipated.
The weekend was officially over.

"It's getting late," she said.  "You should go home and get some
sleep."

Mulder got up from the sofa without a word and walked to the
bedroom.  When he returned, he carried the duffel over one shoulder
and was buttoning his shirt into place.  Sneakers were already tied
on his feet.  He tucked in the shirt and snagged his jacket from the
closet.  Turning at the door, he waited for Scully to join him, to
say goodbye.

She stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips, lingering on their softness as
if she would never get to feel them again.  In a way, she wouldn't.
If they didn't revisit the scenario they'd just played out, Mistress
would never kiss her Pet again.  But she would always have Mulder.
At least she could take comfort in that.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Scully.  Don't forget the meeting with
Skinner first thing in the morning."

He stuttered a bit over her name, just as he had when he first began
to call her Mistress.  Now her own name sounded inappropriate coming
from his mouth.  Scully wondered how long it would take her to get
used to it again.  At least if she called him Pet by accident, it
wouldn't be quite such an obvious gaffe.

As Mulder pulled the door open, she stopped him with a hand on his
arm.  Holding out the bracelet, she waited for him to take his
souvenir of their experiment in control.  He looked at it without
moving to touch it.  When his gaze locked on her eyes, Scully saw
such warmth looking back at her that she flushed from the heat.

"You keep it," he told her.  A grin spread across his face, reaching
to his eyes and lighting them from within.  "Save it for next time."

The door closed softly behind him, startling Scully.  Her mind was so
busy with the possibilities for 'next time', she hadn't seen him
leave.  Bringing the copper cuff up to her lips, she kissed the
dragon inscribed in the metal.

A wicked smile bloomed on her face as she turned from the door.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The End



Mulder:  "We're traveling at a hundred miles an hour on a train
without brakes headed for a tunnel full of ice, a legendary monster
is humping a tattooed 425-pound man in the next car and you, my
delectable morsel of a partner, are not wearing any underwear.  Does
it get any better than this?"

	from 'The Case of the Exuberant G-Man' by CindyET


Special Disclaimer:  This was just something that seemed like a
natural sequel to 'Wishing You Would Dare.'  It is not meant to
represent the BDSM community, but rather is written in a spirit of
fun by someone who knows nothing about such things.  But after having
read Kristel St. Johns' incredible 'Aprodisia' series, I confess to a
great admiration for the responsible practitioners of that
lifestyle.  Hopefully I have managed to write this in such a way as
to avoid offending anyone who knows more about the subject.  This is
just an amateur's way of dealing with some really wicked hormone
surges.

Special Thanks:  To Taffy for her eagle eye, psychological wisdom,
and sensible advice.  I would never have considered posting this
without your help.  Be well, my dear friend.
To Sherri for the voodoo pin encouragement and frequent requests for
Naked MulderBuns.  (Sherri, put down that speculum!)  Portions of
this story would not be the same without her unique contributions -
the smutty portions, of course, but also some of the introspective
stuff.  Shame on you for making me think!
To Satina for inspirational poking, hooting, and pushing.   Thanks
for goading me into finishing.  You can put the pointy sticks away
until next time.

There will be SexSlave MulderClones available as you exit.

"All men are animals.  Some just make better pets."

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