Title: Do Me With It I : Flashlight 
Author: Adrienne 
Date: July 26, 1999 
Rating: NC-17  
Spoilers: none 
Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully  
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, VRA 
Summary: The first part of the DMWI trilogy; Mulder and Scully find extraordinary uses for 
ordinary household items.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. But the flashlight belongs to 
me, dammit, and I'm not giving it up.
This story is dedicated to Jen, because we're just ditoooooooo like that. Edsoifu.
Feedback welcome. davephile@yahoo.com 
 
"It's pouring out."

Mulder raised his eyes from the TV just long enough to glance over at Scully, who was at the 
bedroom window clad in a white t-shirt and white panties. As she parted the curtains to gaze into 
the darkness of the street, he returned his interest to the Baywatch lifeguards. "Mmm hmm."

Scully let the curtain fall and lightning lit the sky, turning it into day for a split second before the 
crash of a wave of thunder returned the landscape to black. She tried not to jump, unsuccessfully, 
and took a deep breath, turning to him. 

Mulder was stretched out on the bed, his left hand gently rising and falling atop of his bare 
stomach while his right clutched the remote control to his side, pointed at the screen. His eyes 
were locked with the onscreen images of tall blondes in tight red Speedo swimsuits, and Scully 
smiled inwardly, rolling her eyes and walking back to the bed.

"Mulder… you can let go of the remote. It's okay," she chided. He was no different from every 
other man she knew; the remote was a sacred item. It was a symbol of power. 

Either that, or they just needed something respectable to grab while they drooled.

"You can't have it."

Sitting down on the bed next to him, she picked up her latest book from the comforter. The Seven 
Habits of Highly Effective People. She had been comparing them to Mulder.

He only had one so far. But she had thirty pages to go.

"I don't want it, I just thought you'd want to relax your hand," she answered, leaning back against 
the headboard and sitting with her legs crossed. She looked over at him and smiled softly until he 
noticed. 

"What, Scully?"

Lightning crashed again outside, flickering the lights. His tone was wary, his eyes questioning her. 
She furrowed her brow and wrinkled her nose slightly. "Never mind, if you're going to be a jerk 
about it."

"Thanks," he replied caustically, turning his attention back to the TV. She shook her head with a 
sigh and began to read, trying to tune out the voices of the Baywatch girls. Mulder turned the 
volume up slightly, and Scully looked over at him again, her eyes a bit darker this time.
"Could you please turn it down?"

"The storm's loud, Scully. I can't hear." Mulder stared blankly at the screen.

"Well I can't read." Scully put the book down in her lap, her hands resting on it.

"Sounds like a personal problem."

And then she slapped him with it. Right on the upper arm, rather hard, leaving a red mark on his 
tanned exposed skin. The thunder outside rattled the walls slightly as rain sounded like pebbles 
against the windows.

"Ow! What the hell was that for!" Mulder exclaimed, sitting up a little and rubbing his arm. He 
looked over at her incredulously; the show was on commercial break.

"Being an asshole," she answered, opening the book up again and finding her place. "Mulder, 
please. Turn it down."

"Go read in the living room or something. Jesus Chr—"

"Mulder."

"Fuck it," he answered immediately, turning the volume down a couple notches and folding his 
arms over his chest. She rarely had the opportunity to see him pout. He would gnaw on the side 
of his cheek, near the juncture of his lips, while staring icily at an unfortunate inanimate object, an 
exasperated breath exiting through his nose. 

She thought it was sexy, even though he was upset at her. She would make him feel better. She 
caught another glance of lightning through the window and cringed, awaiting the roll of thunder 
not far behind. It boomed outside; very close.

Scully set her book down on the coffee table and ran her hand through his hair lightly, front to 
back, feeling the silky damp strands sticking to her fingers. He had taken a shower twenty 
minutes ago, and she loved his hair when it was just wet enough to be cool but dry enough to 
mess up.

Mulder continued to stare at the TV, flinching slightly at her touch with a deep breath before 
returning to his stillness. He exhaled as Scully put her hand on the nape of his neck.

"When's this over?" she asked softly, bending over to kiss his ear once.

He pulled away slightly. "Why don't you read."

The lights flickered as lightning struck and thunder followed almost immediately. And then, 
preceded by one last waver of light, the power went out with a little buzz.

They sat in complete darkness for a moment, both silent.

Then, Scully couldn't hold it any longer. She giggled softly, pressing her hand against her mouth, 
and then a little louder. 

She saw Mulder's dark form sit up on the side of the bed as she shook with silent laughter. 

Taking a shaky breath, she hummed softly, inquisitively.

"Well… I guess I can't read now." A little burst of giggles followed. She hoped he wasn't mad as 
she watched him stand up and stretch.

"I'm gonna try and find a fucking candle or something," Mulder growled, his voice agitated. 

Scully bit her lip at his colorful and slightly perverse use of adjectives, trying not to giggle again. 
He was serious. He was upset. She was, for some reason, enjoying it.

Scully turned over on the bed, laying on her stomach and sighing in the darkness. Not even a 
streetlight was on, and obviously the emergency generator in Mulder's apartment building had a 
mind of its own. By the time he gets back the lights will be on, she thought, stifling another small 
fit of laughter as she pictured his expression after rummaging through ten thousand drawers for a 
candle, finding one, and having the lights turn on at that precise moment.

She rested her head on her folded arms, closing her eyes with a sigh. Good enough. She could 
go to bed early. "Honey… Mulder. Don't worry about it. We can just go to sleep…"

She heard a drawer jingle and slam, and felt his presence in the room once again. 

"No, I didn't find any candles but I found a flashlight… that'll work I guess," he said, flicking it on 
and testing it against the wall.

It was small, only about an inch in diameter and five inches long; definitely not a Mag Lite, but it 
worked for their purposes. Scully giggled at its size. "I figured you'd have a bigger one than that."
"Very funny," he retorted, sitting down on his side of the bed and shining it in her eyes. She 
unfolded her arms and used one to block the light. 

"Stop," she sighed, clenching her eyes shut until she no longer saw the light. He began passing it 
back and forth between his hands, watching the beam of light bounce off of the mirrored ceiling. 
She watched the light, squinting slightly.

"What kind is that," she said softly, yawning.

"A Latimer Lite," Mulder said, his back to her still, voice soft.

Mulder was silent for a moment. She felt him shift on the bed and watched him as he lay down 
beside her, his face close to hers, the flashlight between them. It made an eerie glow upon their 
faces, reminding Scully of when her brothers used to tell ghost stories as children.

"I'm sorry." The words were soft, husky, meaningful coming from a man who rarely apologized to 
anyone.

"It's okay," she whispered, running a hand over his shoulder. Mulder sighed, flicking off the 
flashlight with his thumb. He picked it up and ran the top of it down her side, pressing hard 
enough that she could feel it dig into her skin under her t-shirt. It gave her goosebumps and she 
breathed out slowly.

Mulder scooted closer gently, so that their faces were inches apart. "You sure?" He ran the 
flashlight up her waist, over the small of her back lightly.

"Mmmmhmm. I'm sure. I'm sorry too," she said, making out his eyes in the darkness and looking 
into them. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips, taking her lower lip between his and 
sucking once before releasing it. 

"Then we're even." Rolling the flashlight up her back slowly with his palm, he kissed her again, a 
little harder. She kissed back, the pressure of the flashlight tickling her flesh.

"Hmmm," she responded against his mouth, meaning it as a yes. And he took it as such.

Mulder left the flashlight at the small of her back as he traced his fingers along her waistband, 
slipping them underneath and pushing the pads of his fingers down the middle of her ass. She 
broke contact with his lips, sighing softly, pressing her cheek against the pillow they were sharing. 
His fingers ran over the skin where her thigh meets her torso, tickling, teasing lightly as he moved 
his hand back and forth beneath her panties. Breathing in raggedly, a soft laugh escaped her lips. 

"What, Scully?" He pulled his hand up to the small of her back again, grabbing the flashlight by 
the head of it rather than the handle. 

"I… nothing. It felt good," she answered softly, opening her mouth and pushing her mouth onto 
his again. He parted his lips, tongue gliding smoothly over her teeth and tentatively into her 
mouth. As they kissed, he began to rub her ass with the handle of the flashlight; she could feel 
the ridges of it through the silk of her underwear as he pressed it harder against her and she 
moaned softly, massaging his tongue with her own. Drawing him in, encouraging him.

"Does that feel good, Scully?" he whispered after their lips parted.

"Mmmhmmm." She moved her hips a little, pressing herself up against it.

"You like those ridges, huh…" he added, pressing his lips against her forehead. She felt a surge 
of heat wash up her body, anticipating. She murmured softly in response.

He pulled the flashlight back between them, releasing his grip on it to run his hand down her 
spine. "We need to get these off of you," he said softly, pulling at the waistband. He curled his 
fingers around the fabric and pulled on them as she lifted her hips. He pulled them to her knees 
and she rested her hips on the bed again, raising her legs so that he could pull them the rest of 
the way off. Mulder ran his hand up her thigh, cupping her ass and squeezing it tightly. "There we 
go. Nice… you want to turn and face me?"

Scully was in a soft, gentle haze of arousal, her mind becoming slightly fuzzy. She rolled over on 
her side, their bodies inches apart, the flashlight rolling against her tummy.

Mulder ran his hand over her left thigh and pulled it over his hips gently, her calf wrapping around 
his ass, leaving her bare and open to him in the couple of inches they had to move. She rubbed 
her leg up and down against his cotton shorts, feeling her heat as well as his as their hips 
adjusted. 

Picking up the flashlight by the head again, Mulder kissed her, sucking on her lower lip and then 
her upper lip, soft and slow. She hungrily kissed back, feeling the cool air against her warm moist 
flesh. She felt him slide the flashlight down between them, past her tummy, past his, until she felt 
its cold plastic against her heated folds. She moaned softly at the contrast in temperature, 
pushing herself against it slightly. It was different, foreign, but to have him do it was making her 
want it nonetheless.

"Tell me if you like this," he whispered against her lips, keeping their contact as he looked into her 
eyes. Then, he slid the handle of the flashlight down over her flesh, pressing up against her 
slightly. She could feel every ridge of it as it rubbed against her, becoming wet with her juices.

"Yeahhh…" she breathed, fighting the urge to rub herself up against it. She didn't have to for 
long. Mulder pulled the flashlight back up slowly, pressing, opening her up slightly to it. But she 
wanted more. Scully slid her hand down between them, using two fingers to spread her lips to 
expose her clit and inner folds to him as she kissed him hard. He groaned against her lips, 
breathing through his nose.

"I like it when you take charge," he murmured, moving the handle of the flashlight up so that it 
was positioned over her clit. He began to rub lightly, barely pressing, barely moving up and down. 
She felt the flesh surrounding it shudder slightly as she moaned, pushing her hips up against it 
now. Mulder began to move it a little faster as she rocked her hips back and forth. 

Scully whimpered, feeling a gentle tensing of her inner muscles as she began an agonizingly slow 
rise. He kissed down her neck, nipping at her ear and flicking his tongue against it as he worked 
the handle of the flashlight harder and more intently on her clit. The ridges bumped along it, and 
her inner folds, creating a texture that made her thrust her hips against it, desperately seeking 
more.

"You feelin pretty good, Scully?" Mulder asked, his voice low as he grated his teeth against her 
neck. She moaned, unable to come up with a coherent answer as she bucked her hips against 
the flashlight. "You want me to put this inside you? Do you?"

"Mmmmm…Mulder…" she breathed, her next breath catching in her throat.

"Do you, Scully?" He asked more firmly, more loudly, his breath hot against her ear.

"Yeah…" she panted, "Jesus, Mulder…"

"Good girl," he moaned, kissing her hard, his tongue running over hers as he slid the flashlight 
down more, the end of it prodding at her gently. She moaned softly and bucked her hips again, 
and he pushed it inside of her with one thrust.

"Oh my god…" she breathed, breaking the kiss and tilting her head back, wrapping one arm 
around his shoulders. The flashlight was small, but the ridges made up for it, and he pressed it 
inside of her, rubbing up against her pelvic bone. "Mulder…mmmmm…"

Her muscles began to tighten and ache as she squeezed them around the flashlight while he 
fucked her with it, getting harder and faster as he sucked on her neck and ear. 

"You going to come for me, Scully…" he whispered, kissing her jaw.

"Mmm hmmm…" she whimpered, slamming her hips against his hand and moaning as she felt 
herself nearing orgasm. Her body was on fire, the ridges of the flashlight sending vibrations 
through her, a tingling new height sending a shot of heat through her abdomen as she caught her 
breath and moaned, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. 

"Mulder…" she breathed in between soft gasps as she came, her body writhing in his arms as 
she pressed herself against him, her leg tightly clamped around his waist. 

She felt his body, sticky with sweat, mesh with her damp skin. Her head fell back against the 
pillow as she tried to steady her breathing, her muscles still spasming around the flashlight as she 
tensed them and released them. 

"Uhhh…" she breathed, not able to speak. He ran his lips down her neck, against her cheek, and 
to her lips softly, nudging noses. She hummed against his lips and he broke away, smiling in the 
darkness. 

"Lights still aren't on," he said, kissing her chin.

"Ummm…hmm…no…" she answered, laughing softly at her own inability to communicate.

"Wanna go to sleep, honey?" he asked, pulling his hand and the flashlight out from between 
them. He dropped it over the side of the bed and put his arm around her waist. She slid her leg 
down his hip, letting it rest lazily slung over his calf. 

"Yeah…is that okay with you…" she whispered, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck and 
adjusting herself against him.

"Yeah," he replied, rubbing the small of her back. She breathed deeply, her body relaxing as he 
massaged her.

"You know Mulder…this could be a very interesting game…" she commented sleepily, her arm 
slipping down to rest against his neck.

"Hmmm…it could," he agreed, rubbing his chin against her silky hair. 

"I'm going to be looking…" she sighed softly. "Looking around the house for things for you. To 
use. On you."

"Oh really?" he grinned, kissing the top of her head. 

"Yeah," she yawned, her breath soft against his neck. "You just wait and see."

End of Part 

Title: Do Me With It II : Scarf 
Author: Adrienne 
Date: August 7, 1999 
Rating: NC-17  
Spoilers: none 
Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully  
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, VRA 
Summary: The second part of a trilogy; Mulder and Scully find extraordinary uses for ordinary 
household items.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. If anyone has a scarf I'd 
love to borrow it.
Author's Notes: I know it may be cheesy, but this story is dedicated to David Duchovny because 
it's his birthday. Happy birthday, you sexy thing you. Thanks for making all of these nice little 
fantasies possible.
Feedback welcome. davephile@yahoo.com
 
Sometimes, you just want to be alone. No telephone, no TV, no radio. No food to cook, no 
laundry to do, no apartment to clean. Alone in silence, conducive to thoughts that you don't often 
have; thoughts of past decisions, wrong or right. Thoughts of the future; where you'll be, who 
you'll be with, what you'll name your 2.3 kids housed in your generic dwelling in the epitome of 
American suburbia. Thoughts of our own mortality, where and when, and why. Sometimes it's 
good to be able to search your mind for answers to these questions, to spend time evaluating 
your life and whether or not you're doing all you can to make the most of it.  

Right now is not one of those times.

Scully was horny.

She had spent the morning in bed, recovering from a little hangover. It had been brought on by 
too much wine with dinner, and after dinner, and halfway through the night last night as she and 
Mulder celebrated just being together. Cuddling, kissing, and falling asleep in each others arms. 
Love was one of life's most beautiful things.

Next to sex.

Mulder had awakened her this morning, asking her if she wanted to visit his mother in Martha's 
Vineyard. She had groaned, clenched her eyes shut and turned with her pillow over her head. He 
had taken it as a no and left early in order to beat the late Saturday morning beach traffic. Now it 
was mid-afternoon, and Scully was missing him. Lusting after him.

She sat on the couch in his white tank top undershirt and her maroon lace panties, fidgeting with 
the remote control as she flipped through the channels listlessly, trying to find something to get 
her mind off of it. He should have gone to visit her Sunday, she thought as she sighed and leaned 
back. He should have spent the day in bed with me…fucking me…

She squirmed on the cushion, crossing her legs, feeling herself slightly more aroused at the 
thought. "Dammit, Dana," she sighed, tensing her fingers against her bare legs. She closed her 
eyes and breathed in deeply, resisting the urge to satisfy herself right then and there. She could 
wait for him. She would wait. It would be worth it…

Okay maybe just a little. He'll never know.

Scully leaned back and spread her legs slightly, promising herself that she would just do it just 
enough to keep her going until he got home. Really not that much… just a little touching, a little 
rubbing… right there…

She exhaled slowly, rubbing her fingers gently against herself, thinking of Mulder. His 
mischievous eyes, his rough tongue, slender fingers slipping inside of her, telling her how 
naughty she was… shifting her eyes downward and seeing him between her thighs; Mulder 
glancing up at her and sucking harder when they make eye contact. She rubbed a little more, 
moaning softly and slumping down on the cushion. 

"Mulder…" she breathed, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she moved her hips against the 
palm of her hand.

Stop… Dana… stop…

"Stop," she moaned to herself, as if her hand had a mind of its own. She had to force herself to 
slow down and stop, with a frustrated sigh. What the hell. 

Scully licked her wet fingers absentmindedly as she reached for the remote and changed the 
channel once again. Nothing. Nothing to watch, nothing to do but think.

So she thought about when Mulder got home. Scully was particularly excited about tonight 
because of the idea she had gotten a few days earlier while sifting through her closet. She had 
found a light blue scarf, an airy gauze material, light and silky against her hands as she pulled it 
through one closed fist with the other. She and Mulder had started a little game with each other, 
finding things around the house that wouldn't necessarily be considered sex toys… and using 
them. Sometimes they got excellent results, but often they ended up laughing as they tried to use 
a certain item. Like the walnut pieces. There's only so much you can do with walnuts. They ended 
up giddy, laughing as they tried to act serious and dropped them on each others' tummies to suck 
them off. Plop. Suck. Plop. Suck.

But the scarf, the scarf would work. A million different ideas had passed through her mind as she 
brainstormed over how to use it on him. She had narrowed it down to one situation, and as she 
thought of it she felt a little tingle of sensation flutter through her.

The scarf was balled up in her hand now. She didn't want to waste any time when he got 
home…not tonight. Now it was just a matter of time. It would be hell waiting for him to come 
home. Waiting, as she had learned over the years, was often the most horrible form of self-
torture.

So, she stretched out on the couch, her hands splayed across her stomach, as she watched a 
RonCo infomercial. Food dehydrators. There wasn't even a movie with some nice sex on TV at 
this time of day, and she didn't have a stash of porn like Mulder did at his place. She was stuck 
watching Ron and his fucking food dehydrators. 

Fascinating… truly fascinating…

?	* * * * * *
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Scully flinched, feeling a little tickle on her side. She ran her hand down her side and rubbed at it 
groggily, yawning and realizing that she had fallen asleep. She opened her eyes a little, squinting. 
It was dark in the room, the TV still on and flickering blue and white through the blackness. She 
closed her eyes and again felt the tickling on her side. She moved her hand and felt warm fingers 
against her shirt.

And jumped.

"Woah, woah!" Mulder laughed as Scully jumped to a sitting position. She exhaled, looking up at 
him and wrinkling her nose slightly. 

"Not nice," she said, yawning again. 

"Sorry, Scully, I didn't want to wake you." He sat beside her and she leaned against him, falling 
into the crook of his shoulder as he put his arm around her waist.

"Mmmm, that's okay," she answered, remembering her mission from earlier and smiling softly. He 
ran his fingers along her side gently. "How's your mom?"

"She's good. Playing bridge, bingo, you know the drill." He kissed the top of her head.

"Sure," she said, turning towards him. He smiled as she put her arms around his neck and kissed 
the side of his mouth. 

"It's about time I got my good morning kiss," he joked, pulling her a bit closer. Scully smiled a little 
more and slid her leg around him so that she was straddling his lap. He laughed again as she 
dipped her head and sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

"Scully," he chuckled, sounding a bit surprised but entertained at her advances. She pulled it 
between her teeth and flicked her tongue against it, inducing a deep sigh in his chest. She raised 
her fist clutching the scarf and let it drop down, pulling it around his neck with her left hand and 
meeting both hands in front of him. 

"What…hmmmmm," he murmured, lifting his face to kiss her lips. She could feel him getting a 
little harder through her panties and she exploited it, pressing down, moving slightly.

"This scarf…" she whispered, putting her lips by his ear. "We're going to play with it."

He ran his hands down her back and up under her tank top. "Play, huh."

"Yeah." It came out a soft breath as she ran her tongue over the top of his ear, slowly rubbing the 
scarf from side to side against the back of his neck. She ground her hips down onto him, feeling 
him hard against the wet fabric of her panties, and barely resisting the urge to fuck him right 
there. He was so hot, and so hard… but she could wait just to make him feel the way she was 
feeling. Needy. Desparate.

He groaned, pressing his palms against her ass and squeezing gently. "Do you know what you 
do to me…"

"I can feel it…" she whispered, kissing his jaw. "We should move to the bedroom. Now."

"How can I refuse," he answered with a chuckle, nipping at her earlobe slightly. She felt a little 
shudder throughout her body as she stood up, pulling him up with the scarf around his neck and 
smiling at his little grin. He followed her to the bedroom, grin remaining as they shut the door.
Scully led him to the bed, getting more excited just thinking about her plan. She knew he was 
hard already; she knew it when she sat on his lap. 

And it was all hers.

"Take your jeans off," she said, her tone slightly demanding and surprising her at the same time. 
She pulled his head down with the scarf and kissed him hard, her tongue pushing past his lips 
and sliding against his slowly. 

He kissed her back, pulling her against him with palms on the small of her back. "Scully," he 
breathed, "I can't do that if you're gonna do that."

She laughed softly and stepped away, letting the scarf loosen from his neck and pulling it away 
with her left hand. "Do it now, then."

Mulder sighed, looking down and then up at her through the tendrils of dark hair that slipped over 
his forehead. His eyes were dancing. "So demanding."

"You don't know the half of it," she replied, putting her hands on her hips. He raised his eyebrows 
and unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them and dropping them to the floor.

"What now," he asked, stepping out of them and kicking them halfheartedly.

"Hmmmm… your shirt." Scully bit her lip and stared into his eyes. He kept eye contact as he 
unbuttoned it, removing it from his shoulders and throwing it at her. It hit her in the chest and slid 
down her body. 

"Not nice, Mulder. You're not being a good boy."

He chuckled, his voice low. "You're not being a good girl."

"I don't have to be," she answered, challenging him with her eyes. "Take your boxers off. Now."
He looked at her for a moment, his eyes getting darker. She moved her gaze down his lean body, 
focusing on his cock, which was gratuitously tenting the grey fabric. "Now, Mulder."

He pulled them down, leaving them in a pile on the floor and straightening up in front of her, 
completely naked. Completely aroused. 

Don't… yet… wait, Dana, wait.

"Lay on the bed."

"Whatever you say," he answered, walking over to it and sprawling across the white sheets, still 
in disarray from the early morning. She narrowed her eyes, biting the side of her cheek and 
walking over to the foot of the bed, twirling the scarf around her hands. Tracing it along the side of 
his foot, she looked up at him watching her. Then she placed the scarf on the bed, pulled her shirt 
up over her head and tossed it away. She shed her panties before he could get a word out.
"Ohhhhhkay," he whispered, his eyes widening slightly.

She felt powerful. She was powerful. And he knew it.

Scully grabbed the scarf again and crawled onto the bed alongside him, stopping with her knees 
next to his hips. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his stomach, tasting the light layer 
of sweat that had begun to form on his salty skin. He breathed out slowly, his body settling 
against the bed with a lethargic wiggle.

She turned her back to him, putting her left knee on the other side of his hip. Then she pulled her 
right knee against his right hip, straddling his stomach with her back to his face.

"Oh, Scully… what the hell are you doing," he asked softly, pushing himself up against her. She 
smiled, turning her head slightly over her shoulder and running the scarf up his leg. He shivered, 
his foot twitching slightly.

"Be quiet," she whispered, turning back around. Perfect position. She pulled the scarf straight, 
one end in either hand, and pulled it up against the bottom of his cock. She watched the fabric 
move against his skin, up the shaft slowly, pressing harder as she got near the head and letting it 
slip over top.

"Fuck," Mulder moaned, moving his hips against her.

"I said be quiet, Mulder." She ran it back down the other side, and then over top again. His breath 
was ragged already, and he was moving his hips in a little gyration that was teasing Scully's flesh 
against his stomach. She smiled, knowing he could feel how wet she was getting as she did this 
to him. 

Scully let go of one end of the scarf and began to wrap it around Mulder's flesh, agonizingly slow. 
He breathed out heavily, pressing his hands against her back and running his fingers up her 
sides. Gripping them. She twirled the rest of the scarf and then pulled on it, the feather light fabric 
slipping in laborious circles around him. He groaned deep in his throat, and she moved her hips 
against him, back and forth, as she pulled the scarf up the length of his cock again. Down, and 
up. Up and down. Gradually increasing in speed meant the gradual increase of his hip thrusts and 
his baited breath. 

"I can tell you like this…" she whispered, rubbing the scarf softly back and forth against him. "You 
gonna come soon, Mulder?"

"Ohyeah," Mulder said in one syllable, a low moan to follow. She moved the scarf more quickly, 
pressing herself down on her stomach so that her clit rubbed slightly against him.

"You wanna come, Mulder?"

He was panting. Fucking panting, she thought, I have him under my fucking thumb.

"Not yet…" he moaned, "come on, Scully…"

"Come on, what," she whispered, with a little jerk of the scarf.

"Why don't you just get on…" he breathed, "come on. Come on."

She laughed softly. "I have you begging."

"Yeah. Come on. Scully. Please." His sentences were interrupted by little gasps as she played 
with him more.

'I guess…" she sighed, smiling. He sighed too. She moved her knees down his body, positioning 
herself over him.

"You going to turn around?" he asked softly. She could feel the heat from his erection against her 
skin and she fought back a moan.

"No. This is good," she answered. He pushed up against her and she put her hand between 
them, positioning his cock and lowering herself down on him. She tilted her head back and 
released her moan as she felt him slide deep into her, stretching, full.

He groaned, running his hands up and down her sides. They went to her hips and rubbed slowly 
in circles. 

"Does that feel good…Mulder…" she breathed, tensing against him.

He didn't answer. Scully smiled, realizing he was probably still in shock from her little game. 
"Mulder. Does that feel good, baby? Do you like how tight I am?"

Again, no answer. Her brow furrowed, and she sighed, lifting her hips up. "Mulder."

He grabbed her sides, pushing her down hard against him.

She gasped at the sensation, her head tilting back. What the hell…

"Put your hands behind your back," he muttered, his voice low and demanding.

"Mmmm…Mulder…" she moaned, pushing herself down harder on his cock.

"Do it, Scully," he demanded, grabbing her hips and holding her down against him. "Give me your 
hands. Now."

Scully bit her lip and did as she was told, her right hand still clutching the scarf. He took his hands 
from her hips and she pulled herself up again, feeling him nearly slide out of her. She felt Mulder 
pry the scarf out of her hand and grab her wrists, pressing them together. And then she felt the 
fabric winding around them, and a tight pull as he knotted and tied them together at the small of 
her back.

"What are you doing," she whispered. She moved her wrists slightly, feeling the fabric twisted 
tightly around them. 

"Using the scarf," he said, thrusting his hips up into her hard. She felt fear, arousal, and 
intimidation all melded into one wave of heat across her body. Whimpering softly, she lifted 
herself up on her knees and pulled away slightly.

"Be quiet," he murmured, grabbing her hips again and pushing her back down on his cock. She 
held back a moan, tilting her face down and moving her knuckles against his torso. He held her 
hips in place as he began to fuck her; long, slow strokes at first. Scully arched her body, leaning 
back toward him as she strained to use her legs to set the pace; he had her firmly in one place 
and was intent on keeping her that way.

"You think you're bad, Scully, bringing me in here with your little wicked ideas," Mulder hissed 
through gritted teeth. He pushed up into her hard and she cried out softly, feeling a tingle of 
sensation through her lower body. "But I've got some wicked ideas of my own… you have to 
remember that… I can be bad too."

Mulder pulled out and pushed into her again, and she smacked her fists against his stomach as 
she whimpered. "Am I bad, Scully?"

"Mulderrrmmm…"

"That wasn't the answer I wanted," he whispered hotly. She felt him adjusting himself, removing 
his hands. She pressed her ass down against him, grinding her hips and feeling his cock buried 
to the hilt inside of her. The bed moved a little as she felt him sitting up; Scully straightened her 
knees out a little, the angle of penetration changing uncomfortably before settling again. Mulder 
bent his knees slightly, spreading his legs a little to get leverage, and she breathed in sharply as 
he pushed up against her.

Mulder pressed his chest against her back, his hand slipping between her legs, fingers sliding 
across her clit and through her folds. She writhed, pushing back against him and hissing softly 
through her teeth. "Jesus…"

"Think I'm bad now, Scully?"

"Yesssss…" she hissed, tensing her muscles against him.

"You want some of this?" he growled, pressing his teeth against the back of her shoulder and 
thrusting his hips up again. His fingers found her clit and began to rub up and down, pressed hard 
against the sensitive flesh. She cried out louder, her bound hands pressing hard between her 
lower back and his stomach, as she dug her fingernails into his skin.

"Mul…Mulder…"

"Lean forward, Scully." Spoken through the teeth clenched around her flesh.

A whimper. "Mulder?" Soft, questioning, aroused. 

She leaned forward slightly, feeling him holding her wrists and easing her down against the bed 
between his spread legs. He slipped out of her and she felt a hollow, wet emptiness in his place. 
Her breath ruffled the sheets gently, casting back against her lips as she closed her eyes. Her 
hair was a wave of red against the bed.

I don't know what he's doing…

I don't know if I like it…

She felt him shifting on the bed and he grabbed her hip with one hand while the other held onto 
the scarf around her wrists. "Mulder…"

"You're going to like it."

"I don't know." 

"Let me do this."

Mulder, on his knees, pushed his cock into her slowly, and she moved her hips up involuntarily, a 
soft whimper escaping. Heat flowed over her body, pooling in her lower stomach, and she 
shivered slightly. 

"Oh yeah… just like that Scully… does it feel good?"

His voice flowed over her ears like honey, sticky, warm. It was low and challenging.
She felt him, all of him, inside her again. And forced herself to breathe.

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed, biting her tongue, the pink tip of it pressed firmly between her lips. 
She tensed her muscles around him and heard him gasp.

"Ohmm…I think so too…very good," he replied softly, pulling out and pushing in again, harder. 
She breathed sharply through her nose, and he chuckled softly, thrusting into her harder. She felt 
him linger on it. She knew how to read his body, the signals he sent. He's going…going to give it 
to me really hard… soon…

"I'm going to fuck you, Scully," he groaned through clenched teeth, and she felt his fingers tighten 
on her hip. He pulled out and her tongue slipped back in her mouth, lips parting with a sharp 
breath.

"Mul…" Thrust. "Muld…" Thrust. "Mmmmmulderplease…"

"Please what," he growled, driving into her again and again, quickening his pace as he heard her 
whimper his name.

Scully tried to speak but felt air catch in her throat, her eyes clenching shut.

"Tell me," he demanded breathlessly, pulling up on her arms and lifting her just a little off of the 
bed. She snapped her head back against her shoulders, biting her lip and moaning.

"Hhmh… fuck me… do it," she whispered, her head rolling to her right shoulder. Her body was on 
fire, every single inch of skin tingling.

Mulder let her down, her left cheek pressed against the sheets as he again began to thrust into 
her. He moved the hand on her hip to her clit and brushed his fingers against it, moving them 
through her folds in order to dampen them.

"Oh Scully… oh shit…" Mulder breathed, returning his fingers to her clit and pressing firmly 
against it.

"Uhhhyeah…" Scully panted softly, letting him take complete control, her sweaty hair sticking to 
her forehead. He pounded into her relentlessly, his fingers working at her clit in frenzied circles 
that seemed to match the movements of his body. Slow waves of pleasure washed over her, 
feeling the first sensations of a build to climax. 

He put his free hand on her fist, which was clenched so tightly that her fingernails were cutting 
into her palm. She opened her hand and grasped his fingers, squeezing.

"Scully…" Mulder moaned between breaths, "you gonna come for me?"

"Mmmm…may…make me," she whimpered, "ohhhhh godMulderplease…"

He rubbed her clit harder, his thrusts deep and furious. "I'll make ya… Scully…"

Scully slipped her legs further apart, her knees sliding against the sheets. She felt the tension in 
the muscles around his cock building, feeling heavy. The tension traveled slowly up to her clit and 
back down and she moaned, pushing her hips back against him. He pushed up against her, 
slamming into her again and again.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna…

"Mulder…" she whimpered, moaning low in her throat as her orgasm hit her hard. "Uhgod… 
uhmmmmmm…" Her tone was desperate, pleading. His fingers kept moving hard against her clit, 
inducing more warm spasms throughout her body as she moaned softly.

"Scully…" Mulder breathed; she could feel his voice change as he tensed his throat muscles. 
"Hell yeah…"

His thrusts kept the same intensity as he came, moaning unintelligibly through his tightly clenched 
jaws. He slowed his movements and she hummed, her fingers caressing his sweaty palm.

Finally he stopped, his hand moving over her sides and down the tops of her thighs. She sighed 
softly, catching her breath with him. He bent over and kissed the middle of her back, pulling out of 
her and untying the scarf. Scully let her wrists drop to the bed, rotating them and letting Mulder 
pull her legs away from her so that she was resting comfortably, belly down on the bed. The 
sheets felt cool against her stomach and legs.

Mulder stretched out next to her, slipping an arm around her waist as he lay his right cheek 
against the bed, their faces inches apart. She still had her eyes closed but could feel his breath 
against her face.

"Baby…open your eyes."

"Why," she sighed.

"I gotta make sure you're still alive," he joked softly. She smiled, slowly opening them to meet his. 
"So, you alive?"

"Barely." She arched an eyebrow at him.

"I like that scarf thing."

"So I noticed," she laughed softly, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Good idea, Scully." He snuggled closer.

"So…what's next, it's your turn," she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"That, my dear, will be a surprise…" He gave her a knowing glance that made her laugh again. 

"Until when?" Scully asked, grinning.

"Until I do you with it."

End Part II

Title: Do Me With It III: Dinner
Author: Adrienne <davephile@yahoo.com>
Date: July 22, 2000
Rating: NC-17 
Spoilers: none
Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully 
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, VRA, PWP
Archive: Anywhere!
Summary: The long-awaited third part of a trilogy; Mulder and Scully have dinner.
Author's notes: I would like to thank the members of the Heathers smut list for helping me out when I 
was totally out of really unique ideas; it still took me FN forever to finish this story. Orange Tabby, 
thanks for giving me this specific scenario... a good idea that I should have followed up on long ago. I'd 
also like to thank the bad bunny for "inspiring" me out of this writer's block I've had for three months.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. Jell-O No Bake 
Cheesecake is property of Kraft, however, I'm sure their sales will go up after people read this... 
HOWEVER, I am personally making no money from this whatsoever. Martini & Rossi Asti 
Spumante champagne is not my invention either but damn is it good. (I am really not getting paid for 
this.) I did, however, invent the rose.
http://petpede.tripod.com

Dinner was wonderful.

Mulder had been researching what to cook for weeks, which basically consisted of deciding what would 
be hardest to burn in the oven, collecting the ingredients and deciding on a Friday night appropriate for 
his gourmet skills to be showcased. He hadn't told her what he was making, and she was more than 
surprised when she came out of the bedroom to find the table aglow with the soft flickering light of two 
candles, a single rose in a vase between them. At each place setting was a plate of manicotti and garden 
salad.

He had been walking toward the table with a basket of French bread, toasted in the oven. 
"It's a little burned on the edges," he said with a wide, sheepish grin, "but the smoke alarm didn't go off."

"It's wonderful." Scully smiled, pulling him into an embrace. She kissed him softly and looked again at 
his seemingly perfect creations. "I'm impressed."

"You should be, Scully... I worked my ass off on this," he answered, pulling her tighter around the waist. 
She slid her hand around his thigh and grabbed his rear, jiggling him.

"Nah...it's still there," she said, arching her eyebrows. He laughed softly and nudged her toward the 
table.

"Sit," he insisted, walking her over and pulling out her chair. Scully sat down and he pushed her up to 
the table, whipping the cloth napkin from the place setting and laying it in her lap. She watched as he sat 
across from her with a bigger smile, pouring them each a glass of Asti.

And they had dined on the pasta and salad--the manicotti a bit too salty, the salad a little wilted, but any 
imperfections were overlooked as they lost themselves in a bit more relaxation than they were used to 
nowadays. Scully's stomach was more than full, but as he was clearing the table Mulder insisted that 
they had to have some of his newly concocted cheesecake.

"Jell-O?" Scully asked with a knowing smile, taking a breath and rubbing her tummy a bit.

"No Bake," he added, grinning and pulling it out of the fridge. She laughed softly and he set the 
cheesecake on the counter to pull her out of her chair. He slid his arms around her waist, kissing her 
mouth and running his lips softly down her neck.

"Oh, so you want *me* to serve dessert," she sighed. "I guess it's only fair."

"Well," he said, running his hands up her back, "not really."

She heard the zipper on the back of her dress before she had a chance to reply. He pulled it gently down, 
letting the sides fall free, exposing her back.

"Hmmm." Scully felt her breath catch as he ran his fingers up her spine. "Not really, huh?"

His fingers traveled along her shoulders and pushed the straps of the dress down her arms 
to make it slide down her body. It was now a black pile on the floor, and she stood before 
him in her black bra and panties, looking at him expectantly until he sighed a smile.

"Trust me," he said softly as he took her hand, kissing the top of it. Her smile widened 
as she tilted her head to the side slightly. Returning the tilt of her head with his own, 
he bent at the knees, lifted her up by her hips and placed her on the table. Then he took 
a clean cloth napkin and folded it, placing it on the table behind her. "Lie down."

She felt herself growing more excited by the moment, but kept composure by raising her 
eyebrows and lying back on the tablecloth, the back of her head resting on the napkin. He 
picked up the cheesecake pan and brought it over to the table, taking the spatula and 
picking up a medium-sized piece of the dessert.

"Mulder," she said as she watched him hold it above her, "what are you--"

"Eating," he interrupted as he pressed the spatula against her stomach, sliding the 
cheesecake off with his finger. She gasped as the coldness sent tingles over her skin. Then 
he retrieved a bowl of strawberry filling and began to spoon it out.

"Mulder, is that cold toooo-hooohoooyes it is, oh yes," she whispered as she felt the cold 
filling drip from the top of the cheesecake onto her skin. "Cold stuff."

"I'm sorry," he said, smiling through his apology. He pulled her chair to the side of 
the table and sat down next to her, bringing his face to her stomach and sliding his tongue 
through a trail of strawberry filling that was making its way down her side. She shivered, 
squirming a bit on the table. Then he opened his mouth wide, taking in a corner of the 
cheesecake by scraping his bottom teeth against her skin. Closing her eyes, she put 
her hand on his head and sighed.

Mulder consumed the cheesecake bite by bite, licking up the remnants with slow circles of 
his tongue, gathering up portions with his teeth and swallowing slowly. "Mmmm," he said, 
his voice lower. "Very good."

"I wouldn't know," she answered, tugging at his hair gently. He smiled and used two 
fingers to take a piece of the cheesecake to her lips. Scully opened her mouth and he slid 
the cheesecake in slowly. She sucked it off his fingers, whirling her tongue around. She 
felt a little more satisfaction as he began to breathe more heavily.

Mulder pulled his fingers away with long breath out and pressed his mouth against her 
stomach, sucking up the last bit of cheesecake and cleaning her off with long tongue strokes. 
Then he moved his mouth up to kiss her, his tongue strawberry-flavored and sliding easily 
past her lips. "Keep your eyes closed," he said softly. She nodded a little and felt him 
get up and move away.

It wasn't long until he was seated again. "What do you have?" she asked, her inquisitive 
mind eager to know what she would feel next. Suddenly, she felt drips of cold liquid land 
in the middle of her stomach and slide to her belly button.

"Just a little something to drink," Mulder answered as he poured a bit more champagne on 
her skin. She gasped as it flowed down, filled up her belly button and bubbled there. It 
cascaded down her sides, the little rivers growing as he let half of the flute empty onto 
her body. Mulder quickly bent his head to lap up the champagne. He pressed the side of his 
face against her side and let it trickle down into his open mouth, flicking his tongue 
against her. Licking up to her belly button, he placed his mouth over it and worked each 
drop of champagne out with his tongue, making her moan.

"You want to know where else I'm going to put this?" he asked her softly, his breath against 
her stomach. He pulled at the side of her panties and she lifted her hips a little bit, 
feeling little electric currents rush from her head to her feet as he pulled them off.

"I could take... a good guess," she breathed, feeling him move near her feet as he sat at 
his chair. He tipped the flute and let the champagne pour between her legs, cold and 
fizzy. It felt as if it was working its way into her sensitive flesh, seeking out whatever 
was warm and damp and turning it cold and wet.

Mulder took his tongue and followed the champagne deep into her folds. Scully moaned 
softly, her hands instinctively grabbing for his head and pulling him closer. Teasing her, 
he gathered the liquid into his mouth, each bit tasting more like her as he spilled it 
over her. Mulder opened her lips a little wider to pour a slender, cold stream directly 
onto her clit, making her pull his hair with a whimper and louder moan as he quickly massaged 
it back to warmth between his lips. He groaned as he sucked the champagne off her clit and 
her inner lips, slowly getting drunk off of her.

His eyes grazed over her body--up her stomach, her chest housing baited breath, over her 
still-clothed breasts and up to her eyelids as they fluttered with each flick of his tongue. 
He ran it through the last bit of champagne, up and down in her cleft until the flute was 
empty. Then his tongue searched out every drop, dipping inside of her and rolling 
around, feeling hot wetness on his mouth, then pressing hard against her and sliding up 
through tender skin. The chill from the liquid was gone; the heat of her arousal had 
overpowered it.

He found the center of that arousal, the little throbbing bundle of nerves that made 
her flinch with ecstasy when he grabbed it between his lips again and began sucking and 
flicking in a desire-soaked frenzy to hear her more, to watch and feel her come under his 
mouth. Scully released a whimpering growl, grabbing his hair and pulling, releasing and 
then grabbing the sides of the table as she writhed her hips against his relentless 
torments. He pressed his hands against the table, steadying it as rubbed his tongue 
against her. She bucked up with a loud moan, her cries mounting until she finally succumbed 
to him and came, panting and grinding against Mulder's face.

He smiled and licked up her sweetness, watching as her body shuddered and gently fell 
back to the table. He got up and plucked the rose from its vase, sitting again in the chair 
by her side and running his fingers lightly up the bottom edge of her bra to find the tiny 
front clasp between her breasts. He undid it and they fell loose; he couldn't resist 
running his thumb over each peaked nipple to make her sigh.

Taking the rose by its stem, he ran the half-open bloom of the flower across her jaw.  
Scully smiled. "It tickles," she whispered, tilting her head away. He smiled, his heart 
racing in his chest as he ran the soft petals down her neck and over her collarbone, between 
her breasts and over each of them in a slow exploration of her body. Scully felt tingles 
from every nerve that it touched; it tickled her already-sensitive skin and made her inner 
muscles twitch a little more than she was used to after coming.

Mulder's eyes followed the rose across her skin as he circled her breasts and retreated 
down her side. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, and she felt herself flush at the 
remark like it was the first time he'd said it. Scully felt the petals graze over her 
thigh, past her knee and down her calf; her body began to relax, but she ached to feel him 
inside of her.

"You know what I want?" she whispered, opening her eyes and watching his averted gaze. He 
glanced at her, a smile forming as he nodded and ran the rose between her legs. She gasped 
and he tossed it away with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"You want it right here?" he asked, his boyish tone making her smile.

"You think we'll break the table?" she countered, her smile turning into a more 
devious grin. Mulder laughed and patted the oak through the tablecloth.

"It's pretty sturdy... what's a new table, anyway?" he asked as he undid his belt. She 
watched his fingers as he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the ground. His 
excitement was audible in his voice and certainly visible in his shorts. Scully ran 
her hand up against it, making him breathe in deeply.

"Come here," she said gently, plucking at his waistband. Mulder stepped out of his shoes and 
pants, tugging down his shorts, and tried to hide his eagerness as he pushed away the chair 
from its place at the end of the table. He ran his hands up her legs, feeling himself get 
harder as he approached her damp warmth. 

"I'll come *here*," he laughed, his voice husky. She sat up and pulled his head near to 
kiss him deeply. Their tongues slid against each other as he pulled her thighs to either 
side of his hips. Reaching down between them, he directed himself into her and pushed in, 
sliding easily into her heat. She groaned, kissing him harder. Their teeth gnashed 
together and he thrust into her then, making her whimper into his mouth.

Scully grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails deeply into his tanned flesh. He groaned, 
thrusting a little more quickly and feeling her tense around him. "It's not... going to 
last..." he whispered between kisses.

"Harder," she groaned, "I don't care, I don't care..."

He pushed into her and she leaned back on her hands, feeling him slide in and out faster, 
hard and heated. She began to whimper with each of his movements and he echoed them with 
deeper, lower ones.

"Scully yeah," he panted as he felt a growing ache deep inside of him. "Yeah, Scully... 
ohhhyeah..."

"Yeah come on, Mulder, come on," she whispered, breathless, feeling him fuck her 
harder and watching him shudder, his eyes squeezing shut as he groaned her name, deep 
and guttural, and came.

"OhGODyeah..." He thrust long, hard strokes into her and she bit her lip to keep from 
screaming. Then he suddenly pulled her off the table, letting her feet drop to the floor and 
pulling out of her all at once. "Scully turn around, please please, please," he whispered 
urgently. She did so and he pulled her ass to him, pushing between her legs quickly and 
entering her with one deep thrust.

"JessssusMulderyeah," she cried out, pushing her hips back against him. He began the same 
rapid strokes in and out of her as before, reaching in front of her and rubbing her clit 
frantically with two fingers. Almost instantly, Scully felt herself building toward 
another climax as he bent her more over the table. She grabbed onto it, feeling her body 
slide back and forth against the tablecloth. Soon the table squeaks were inaudible; all she 
could hear was her breath, her whimpers, her moans...his breath, his groans and his balls 
slapping up against her harder and harder.

"Sculllyyyy," he groaned, using his free hand to slam her hips back against his body. She 
moaned, his hard-pressed fingers against her clit rubbing harder and faster until she felt 
her muscles spasm around him.

"MulderohMulderyeahohhhhyeah," she cried, her voice higher as she came hard, tingles 
spreading like buckshot through her body. He slowed his rubbing as she writhed against him; 
he kept pumping into her a few more minutes until he came again with a whimper of her 
name.

They breathed for what seemed like the first time in minutes. He lay down on her gently, 
feeling her trembling around his cock and under his body. She felt relaxed under his 
weight.

"Good dinner," she whispered finally, and he laughed, pulling away. She stood up and turned 
to him, hugging him tightly and feeling their sweaty bodies meld together. "That champagne 
was good... what you did with it."

"You?" he asked, and she laughed softly. "I don't know what was better--you or the 
champagne."

Scully slapped his arm. "Well then, we'll see who you get to sleep with tonight." At that, 
she turned and started toward the bedroom.

"Scully," he laughed, watching her walk away. "Hey." She kept on walking. "Scully... Scully!"

"...Scully?"

Mulder took one last look at the champagne before running toward the half-closed bedroom 
door.

the end