THE GAMES WE PLAY (1/2) by Queen Mab 4/9/00 RATING: NC-17, baybee!! Smut, mush, smut, and some more mush. And bad words. No plot, no X-File, just MSR and a little rough and tumble action for our favorite agents. DISCLAIMER: Chris, Chris, he's our man, if he can't do it, fanfic can!! And the Burroughs poem is used without permission. Title is from a STING song also used without permission. DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just gimme my dues. ;) No stealing! AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is the reason why I didn't get any schoolwork done all day. So appreciate my complete lack of productivity--I do it all for you people! Feedback will get you sexual favors, or at the very least a lollipop. Thanks to all my awesome beta readers; so many people volunteered I had to turn down a couple! So thanks to everyone for being wonderful Smutsters. ;) This is also dedicated to Jemirah, because she was so fabulously enthusiastic about my stories. THE GAMES WE PLAY by Queen Mab genie_30@hotmail.com Just fuck me, kitten You are wild And I'm in your possession Nothin's free So fuck me, kitten Just fuck me kitten You are wild I'm in your possession So fuck me kitten. ~William S. Burroughs and R.E.M., "Star Me Kitten" from "Songs in the Key of X" The afternoon was lazy, a slow and soft progression of sunlight across her walls marking the slow passage of time. Scully yawned and stretched languidly, glancing at her clock by the bed. It was 3:30pm. She smiled to herself--the perfect time for a bubble bath. Padding to the bathroom in bare feet she turned on the water, looking at various scents and oils underneath her sink. "Let's see," she mused out loud, "rose, lilac, or lavender? Ahhh..." she sighed, grabbing the light green bottle in her cabinet and dumping a capful of the green gel in along with two large capfuls of bubble bath. Jasmine. The scent Mulder had given her for her birthday last month. They'd certainly made use of it, as well as some more interesting gifts...Scully felt a little flush of warmth as she remembered how they'd spent her birthday, the memories of the entire day flooding her mind. Mulder and her had been together as lovers for four months, the best four months of her life. Today he was out all day running errands, and wouldn't be back until tonight. She missed him, but it was nice to have a little personal time. Bubble bath time. Scully quickly undressed, pulling off her sweatshirt and shorts while the tub filled up with hot water and white peaks of bubbly foam. Testing the water with her toe, she sighed in pleasure as the temperature hit her skin. Perfect. She leaned over and turned off the faucet, the golden cross around her slender neck swaying gently, and eased herself into the almost-scalding bath. Mmmm. Heaven... Scully laid back and just soaked, letting the hot water ease her muscles and relax her. The scent of jasmine and clean soap cleared her mind, and the patterns of the tree shadowed in the afternoon sun on her bathroom wall, gently swaying in the cool breeze outside, hypnotized her. She was utterly, bone-meltingly relaxed. Suddenly she heard the door open and shut, startling her. Must be Mulder, she thought. "Mulder?" she called. "Is that you?' "Yeah," he called back. "Hi!" Scully scooped up a handful of foam and blew it off her palm, idly playing with the bubbles. "Hi. Where are you?" His voice floated down the hall, his footsteps following. "I'm in the bathtub," she answered, closing her eyes again. When she opened them, he was right next to her head, kneeling next to the tub with his elbows resting on the rim. "Hey gorgeous," he said softly, a smile playing on those luscious lips. "Hey yourself," she smiled back, leaning forward to press her pouty lips onto his own. "You're back early," she commented as she returned to playing with her bubbles. "Yeah, I finished everything that I needed to do." He stood up, shrugging out of his jacket and taking off his shoes. "So I thought I'd come spend the afternoon with my favorite partner in crime." Scully smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she murmured. "What did you have in mind?" She watched as he took his shirt off, then his pants, and finally his socks and boxers. "Well," he grinned, folding his lanky frame behind her back into the bathtub, "I thought perhaps we could do a couple of autopsies, kill a couple of big muscle-bound guys with green blood, crack a couple of codes with The Lone Gunmen--" Scully laughed, slapping his chest and splashing him. "Mulder, If you think I am getting out of this bathtub for anything less than a candlelit dinner and chocolate covered cherries, you are sorely mistaken." She settled back against him, fitting her head into the crook of his neck. "I think we may be in here awhile, Scully, because I forgot the cherries." Mulder grinned, wrapping his arms around her chest and hugging her against him. "Suits me just fine," she whispered, tilting her head up and kissing his chin, the stubble rough against her soft lips. His little rumble of pleasure encouraged her, and she twisted her head around to meet his lips. His tongue ran along her lower lip, and she opened to mouth to his unspoken request. A little thrill of electric heat shot down to her stomach, making her nipples harden in the steaming water as his tongue tickled the roof of her mouth and rolled around hers. She could feel his solid body pressed up against her small back, his hand gently cupping her breast with reverence. She moaned in his mouth as his lips sucked and nibbled her own, his hand squeezing her breast ever so slightly. Finally they both came up for air, Mulder's hand still holding her breast under the water, his other hand resting on her stomach. "Hey Scully?" his voice rumbled in his throat next to her ear. "Mmmm?" she answered sleepily. "Can I shave your legs?" Did he just say--Scully looked up at him with surprise, not quite sure she heard him correctly. "You want to shave my legs?" she asked slowly. "What on earth for?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I just want to. I'll be careful--" She interrupted him. "Have you ever shaved anyone's legs before?" He grinned. "Besides my own?" "Ha ha. Seriously, none of your past girlfriends let you shave their legs?" "All three of them?" Mulder asked wryly. Then he frowned slightly. "I never asked them if I could. Frankly, I don't think they trusted me enough to let me do it. I never trusted them to shave me. Have you ever had anyone do it?" Scully thought for a second. "Once," she mused. "In college. But he did it completely wrong and I wound up wearing pants for half the summer trying to cover up the scars on my shins." "Jesus, who was he, Jack the Ripper?" Scully chuckled. "Close, but not quite. He wasn't a very gentle person." Mulder felt himself get angry. That someone wouldn't be gentle with Scully--he suddenly had a surge of throat- constricting protectiveness towards this woman nestled in his lap. He hugged her gently. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "Forget I asked." "No, no," she said, reaching over for the shave gel and razor on the soap dish. "I want you to. Here," she grabbed his hand on her tummy and gave him the bottle and razor. He looked at her face. "Are you sure? You trust me not to cut your legs up?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "Mulder, it's not like you're some crazed serial killer. I know you'll be careful," she smiled. "Okay," he breathed, shaking the bottle. "You'll have to turn around to face me, Shorty," Mulder grinned. Scully splashed around in his lap and smacked him on the chest. "Shorty!" she exclaimed, scooting back in the tub. He chuckled, reaching in the water and finding the back of her right leg underneath her knee, lifting it over the edge of the tub out of the water. "This from a man with feet the size of--," she retorted. "Okay, not short, just vertically challenged," he quickly amended. "But Scully, you know what they say about the size of a man's feet-" "Yes, Mulder, I know what they say," she interrupted him, wiggling her toes. "Come on, my leg's getting cold." Her white skin steamed in the colder air out of the bath, the blue veins crisscrossing underneath. Mulder squirted some white shaving foam onto his palm, then putting the back of her thigh into his left hand, raised her leg up slightly and methodically smeared the foam all over a firm calf and halfway up her muscular thigh to where the bathwater came up. His hands massaged her skin gently and she hummed, thoroughly enjoying his ministrations. "That feel good?" he asked softly. "Hmmmm..." she sighed, her body sinking lower into the water, her eyes closing in rapture. Finished with the cream, he set the bottle down on the floor beside the tub and picked up the razor, inspecting the metal to make sure it wasn't dull. Satisfied, he looked at her again. "Now what?" "Start at the ankle and work your way up, taking long strokes and stopping at the knee. Go slow and rinse the razor every two or three strokes." Mulder nodded, and taking a deep breath, he gently placed the razor on the top of her ankle and slowly pulled upwards, shaving off a trail of cream and leaving smooth pale skin in its path. He rinsed the razor in the water and started again, going painstakingly slow over her shin, then the side of her calf, and then the back, each time going right from her ankle and up to her knee, rinsing the razor with each stroke until only little trails of shaving cream lined her smooth leg. Scully opened her eyes and watched him work, her heart swelling as he saw how tenderly he treated her skin. It seemed to her as though this simple act of shaving her legs was a way for him to worship her, like she was some sort of Grecian statue and her bathroom was a temple. "Okay?" he asked when he had finished, holding her leg up for inspection. "Okay," she smiled. "Now above the knee." "Oh, my favorite part," he grinned lasciviously, waggling his eyebrows. Scully laughed as he continued his mission, carefully drawing the razor over the delicate skin on her knee. Mulder stretched her leg out to get underneath her knee, craning his head to see around her leg. Finished with her right leg, he placed it back in the bathwater, rubbing it gently to rinse the extra foam off. "No nicks?" he asked worriedly. "No nicks," she reassured him. "Now the other." Scully lifted her left leg out of the water and offered it to him. He repeated his careful process of spreading the cream and then shaving her slowly and gently, rinsing with each stroke and concentrating with fierce intensity. Finally, he caressed her left leg clean and rinsed the razor, putting it back on the soap shelf. "All done," he announced, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. "Thank you," he murmured in her ear. "I know that was probably hard for you to let me do that." "Mulder, it wasn't hard at all. I trust you. Besides," she grinned, bringing her legs out of the water, "You do a better job then I do. Feel like taking up a new occupation as my personal groomer?" He chuckled. "Well it's a lot more tempting then chasing genetic mutants all day." "My turn," she said, pulling him forward until she straddled his waist, her thighs resting over his own. She could feel his cock brushing against her center, putting a wolfish grin on his face. She looked at him, noticing his growing arousal. "Agent Mulder, I hope that's the soap," she teased, putting her hands on his broad shoulders and running them up to his neck to the sides of his face, caressing his five o'clock shadow. His hands fell to her hips, holding her next to his growing erection. He smiled. "Well I am zestfully clean, if that's what you mean." Scully rolled her eyes. "No, that's not what I mean. Hand me the shaving cream." Mulder reached down for the bottle and handed it to her, replacing his hands to their place around her waist. "You're not a crazed serial killer, are you Scully?" Mulder asked with barely a straight face. Scully narrowed her eyes at him. He could be such a smart ass. Luckily his real ass made up for it. She grabbed his razor, the one he kept for his own use that was on the sink, and slathered shaving cream on his face, carefully going around his mouth and up to his ears. She playfully put a dollop on his nose, laughing as he returned the gesture by giving her an Eskimo kiss. "You look like Santa Claus," she chuckled. "I guess that makes you Mrs. Claus," he replied, raising his eyebrows and nudging her folds with his cock. She gasped and almost dropped the razor in the foamy water, the sensation of him against her combined with the warm water almost overwhelming. "Mulder, stop that," she admonished, willing her hips not to thrust up against his. "If you do that while I'm shaving you, I'll wind up cutting you. Now hold still." Scully gingerly brought the razor up to his right cheek, furrowing her brow as she carefully started from his ear and down to his chin, exposing tanned skin underneath the foam. "I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Claus ever did this at the North Pole," she commented as she rinsed the razor. "I bet they do--once a year, on December 25th, when he comes back home from a hard day's Christmas night. Maybe that's why he's so jolly, with that to look forward to," Mulder quipped. "Hold still," she repeated. Scully concentrated on her task, easing the razor carefully over the contours of his face, pulling her upper lip over her teeth to signal him to mimic her so she could get under his nose. She stuck out her chin and he copied her facial movements as she shaved under his lower lip, then the tender area on his throat. There she moved with extra care, going slowly and rinsing the razor often. Mulder just watched her silently. He thought he'd never seen her look more beautiful, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed in concentration, her short red hair falling over her flushed cheeks, her oceanic eyes sparkling as her deft surgeons hands manipulated the razor as skillfully as a scalpel. The best part was, he thought silently as Scully gently pushed his head to one side so she could get to his left cheek, she had no idea she was that beautiful. Sure, she knew she was attractive--she wasn't blind; she did have mirrors--but she didn't flaunt it. But whenever Mulder looked at her, she simply took his breath away. Especially at moments like these, when it was just the two of them, sharing a quiet, intimate moment. When her guard was down and she was relaxed, being herself. Not Agent Scully, brilliant FBI pathologist and investigator, just Dana Scully, his partner, lover, and best friend. "All done," she said, rinsing out the razor. "No nicks?" she asked as she squinted at his face, checking for red marks. "No nicks," he smiled. "Good. Hold on, I need to wipe you off." Scully reached behind her for the washcloth on the far end of the tub to rinse the foam residue from his chin, but just as she grabbed it she almost dropped it in the water when his warm, wet mouth closed on her right breast. "Mulder!" she gasped, closing her eyes as his tongue swirled around her nipple and his lips sucked gently. She moaned as his palm splayed across her upper back, his long fingers resting on her shoulder blades and pushing her against his mouth. She tangled her free hand in his hair, arching her back and sighing, as the blood in her body seemed to send the warmth from his mouth directly through her veins to her heart. God bless this man and his oral fixation... Mulder couldn't help himself when he's seen her plump breasts move enticingly in front of his face as she'd stretched her arm behind her for the cloth. She tasted like soap and skin, her breast so soft it felt like silk between his lips. "Mmm..Mulder..." she moaned softly, swallowing with difficulty. "Hmmm?" he answered, his mouth too busy for any actual words as his lips pulled on her nipple. "I...I need to fin..finish...wipe...wiping you off..." she gasped out, her voice deep and airy, coming from somewhere inside her chest. Was she mad? She actually wanted him to stop? She was certifiably nuts... He released her breast with an audible pop. "You are such a perfectionist, Scully," he grinned. God, but she was sexy--her face was flushed and pink, her hair in complete disarray and wet at the ends, her pale skin glistening wet from bathwater, her breath coming in pants and her eyes glassy and unfocused. He loved it when her voice took on that "Come- fuck-me-Mulder" tone reserved for when they made love, all breathy and passionate. His cock nudged her again with its own volition, his arousal growing noticeably. He felt her start against him as she realized that was definitely NOT the soap. Scully tried to get her breathing back under control, to remember what the hell she had been doing. The washcloth, yes, that's right--she grabbed the washcloth behind her and wiped his face off, the look of lust in his hazel eyes making her shiver. Suddenly Scully smiled, her expression turning almost feral. Two could play at this game. "Oh yesssss," she said huskily, her eyes fixed on his as she twitched her hips forward. She leaned towards him, pressing her breasts against his muscular chest and whispered in his ear, "I take pride in a job well done, Mulder, don't you know that already?" Scully snaked her tongue out and licked his earlobe, tasting the salty skin underneath. She teased him like a cat with a mouse, darting her tongue back and forth and never letting up, bathing him in her hot breath. Her smile grew wider as he groaned, feeling her folds slide over his swollen cock. "Oh I know that, Mrs. Spooky, believe me I do," he growled. If she didn't cut that out soon he would be forced to take drastic action. If he could move, that is--her tongue had turned every muscle in his body to goo. Well, all except one, of course. That muscle was doing the Macarena. With a final lick on his neck, Scully stopped and pulled away from him, smiling, and turned around again, settling her rear in his lap and drawing his arms around her chest. Damn, she stopped. "Aw Scully, you are such a tease," Mulder pouted, kissing the soft skin below her ear. "I am not a tease, just practical. Have you ever tried to have sex in a bathtub? It's a lot harder than it looks." His eyebrow lifted at that. "Are you insinuating, Ms. Scully, that you have tried it before?" "Well let's just say it wasn't worth the trouble." Oh really? he thought. Suddenly his left hand, which had been not so innocently resting on her stomach, slid down to the curly hairs between her freshly shaven thighs, his fingers slipping between her folds and rubbing slowly back up again, back and forth. Scully made a little shocked mewling noise in the back of her throat, arching her back and tugging on his forearm around her chest as his long fingers teased her unmercifully and his thumb brushed across her swollen clit. Electricity shot through her loins, her toes curling and the tips of her knees rising out of the bathwater. His hand was doing the most AMAZING things...Mulder increased the speed of his movements, splashing the water a little bit. Scully cried out softly, digging her fingernails into his arm when he stretched her insides with his middle finger, the other four busily at work stroking the delicate flesh of her inside thighs. Oh god, she was so close, just after a few moments of this...her eyelids fluttered and a blush spread all over her body. Gasps and soft moans floated out of her parted lips, her back arching and her breasts rising out of the water to pucker in the cool air, a sharp contrast to the blazing heat that enveloped her submerged lower body. The ache in her pelvis was almost agony as he played her with his hand, knowing just what spot to hit with his thumbrightthereohgodohmygodMulderohGOD-- When he fucking stopped. (continued in part 2...) NEW: THE GAMES WE PLAY (2/2) by Queen Mab by Queen Mab 4/9/00 (continued from part 1, see disclaimers and such...) When he fucking stopped. She whimpered and her eyes flew open with shock as his hand withdrew from her thighs. What the hell-- "Whoops, water's cold. Well, time to get out," Mulder announced, lifting himself up out of the tepid bathwater, his lean body unfolding and getting goose bumps in the cool air of the bathroom as his visible erection dripped water onto the bathmat. He stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel off the rack, leaving a very confused and unsatisfied Scully in the bathtub behind him. Scully was almost dunked as the support from behind was suddenly gone. She righted herself, splashing ungainly in the cloudy water. "Mulder!" she gasped incredulously, still stunned by her almost-mind-blowing orgasm, her lower body contracting painfully with pent-up lust. "That, my little ghost-buster, was for being a tease," Mulder flew over his shoulder as he sauntered into her kitchen, his broad back glistening with droplets of water. Heh heh. It was her turn to be played with now. He snickered to himself as he started to make coffee, reaching for filters and the grinds in her cabinet. Oh man, was she ever going to make him pay for that... In retrospect, he should have known teasing Scully was a bad idea, for the simple reason that she gave as good as she got. But Mulder couldn't help himself--he had this horrible habit of teasing and driving her crazy more than any man had a right to do to another person. Even though they were now lovers, he often reverted back to his original tactics of making her madder than hell just to get attention from her, like he had done when they were simply partners. Of course, this time it might have been a little too much, considering he had probably gotten her so aroused she couldn't walk straight... Suddenly the towel that had been snugly wrapped around his waist was unceremoniously ripped off and his butt was laid bare to the cold kitchen air. "Ow!" Mulder yelped, jumping in the air as a rolled-up towel snapped against his backside, leaving a red welt. He whirled around and came face to face with a naked, flushed, blue- eyed demon, still covered in bath suds and dripping with water. Mulder had faced a lot of terrifying things in his life, but this creature pretty much took the "Made Mulder Scared Shitless" award. The look in her eyes could only be described as predatory. If she weren't out to make him pay in spades, it would be incredibly sexy. "Think that's funny, Mulder?" Scully purred, this time aiming for a more sensitive area now freed from the confines of his towel. She snapped the towel again and landed the blow right on target. "FUCK!!" Mulder screeched, grabbing his cock and sinking to the floor. Holy fucking shit...spots danced before his eyes as his groin throbbed from stinging pain. It felt like a jellyfish had molested him. "That's what you get for being a tease," she smirked, throwing down the towel on the kitchen floor next to his whimpering form and practically prancing out of the room. That should wipe that smug smile off his face, Scully thought, almost rubbing her hands together evilly and going to her bedroom to find some clothes. She probably shouldn't have snapped the towel there, but dammit, he'd been deliberately mean in the bathtub, and she hadn't hit him THAT hard-- She got as far as the hallway before she heard the rapid approach of heavy footsteps behind her. Oh shit. Maybe she'd hit him harder than she thought. Dashing into her bedroom, she whirled around to slam the door when all six feet or more of Mulder crashed into it and flung it wide open, slamming into the wall behind it. And boy was he pissed. His shoulders were heaving with the breath that was coming out of his gritted teeth in pants, his eyes were flashing lightening bolts, his hands were clenched at his sides, a vein was throbbing on his flushed forehead, and his poor cock was red and painfully swollen. She'd gone a little too far and now she was about to get payback. "Mulder," she warned, backpedaling towards the closet, frantically trying to figure out a way to dodge around him, but to no avail--he blocked the only exit out of the room and short of fighting her way out, she was trapped. Rationally, she knew he would never, ever hurt her, but her rational mind jumped ship when faced with the reality of how physical a presence he was when he was this mad. If it had been anyone else but Mulder, anyone else, she knew she would have fought like a woman possessed, and fought to kill. But it was Mulder, she trusted him, and the fact that they were naked, adrenaline-drenched and still wet from a bath was totally turning her on. By the looks of his engorged cock, he wasn't exactly oblivious to the situation either. However, that didn't mean that she was going to give in without a fight. Where was the fun in that? Mulder launched himself at her from across the room with a loud growl, almost bouncing off the closet as Scully nimbly sidestepped his attack and flew to the right towards the door. Her strong legs were propelling her to the hallway when she suddenly felt a long arm wrap around her waist and she was jerked backwards, shrieking and flailing. Mulder had made a quick recovery and used his height as an advantage, lifting her off the floor and throwing her on the bed. Scully skidded backwards, scrambling towards the headboard as he reached for her ankles and dragged her down to the bottom. Then the shit hit the fan. He started to tickle her feet. "NO!!" she shrieked. She twisted onto her stomach and bucked, clutching the bedspread for leverage, desperately trying to release his grip, but it was like he had put handcuffs on her ankles. "Let go of me!" Scully gasped, tears of pleasure and pain spilling on her cheeks as she writhed and kicked, desperately trying to get away from his long fingers dancing over the soles of her feet. She was going to kick his ass-- Mulder grinned as Scully howled and thrashed. Oh, how he was going to make her pay for that stunt with the towel. He was amazed that he had managed to get up after that blow, but the thought of making her pay for it had provided all the encouragement that he'd needed. He climbed on top of the bed, straddling her behind, pressing his cock into the back of her center. She gasped and involuntarily pushed up, grinding her rear against him to feel his hardness prodding against her most sensitive spot. "You like that, don't you Scully?" he crooned, letting go of her ankles and quickly reaching up to capture her wrists. "You like it rough, don't you?" he whispered, leaning over to cover her back with his torso and licking the nape of her neck. His only answer was a muffled moan as she wriggled, seeking more contact against her core. "That's what I thought," he said, rubbing his cock against her slightly. "Think again, Spooky," she growled, and before he could say Flukeman, she bent her knees and brought both feet up, hooking them around his shoulders and pulling down with her thighs of steel. He was pulled onto his back between her calves, his feet near her head, and the only thing that he could think of was, How the hell did she do that? before she was up and running again, out of the bedroom and down the hall in five seconds flat. Quickly he clambered off the bed, stumbling down the hall. He saw a flash of red hair and white skin dart around the corner towards the living room, but when he ran into the room there was no one there. Where the fuck did she go? he wondered, moving stealthily forwards into the room. There were only so many places to hide in this small apartment-- The closet. Of course. Mulder grinned. He had her trapped now--wait a minute. She wouldn't be that stupid, to trap herself in the closet. Where else could she hide? Apparently, right behind him. Mulder barely had time to think, "Oh shit," before Scully knocked him down to the floor with the force of a derailed freight train, tumbling to the rug on top of him. She firmly planted both hands on either side of his head and locked her thighs around his hips. "You like it rough, don't you Mulder?" she said huskily, and slammed her lips onto his own for a kiss set on destroying any ounce of control they both had left. It worked, of course. Mulder grabbed her small waist with his large hands and rammed her onto his cock, both crying out with the contact, the kiss becoming more feverish and bruising. Scully began to rock her pelvis, thrusting against him in uneven attempts at rhythm. Mulder rolled over on the rug to gain better leverage, switching their positions. Now he was the one on top. He slammed into her so hard he thought he'd hurt her, but when she'd arched her back almost completely off the floor so that her head was the only part of her upper body that was still making rug contact and moaned like a crazy woman, he wasn't as concerned. Again and again he buried himself in her body, responding to her cries and groans. God, she felt so good. Shocks of pleasure rippled all over his body with each shove inside her. Her insides were like a hot bath, her wetness bathing him in liquid fire, and if he could just stay here forever it would be fine by him... Scully shuddered and clutched at his back, scoring the skin with her nails, digging her fingers into his behind to impale him deeper within her. His swollen cock was making her insane, all her muscles were tense and rigid as she felt herself spiral towards her release. She wanted Mulder to come with her. "Mulder," she gasped, looking into his darkened, crazed eyes. "Come with me, Mulder," she whispered. Your wish is my command, Mulder thought. Any wish, any demand, anything you want, my life, my heart, my soul, anything--He doubled his efforts, slamming into her so hard he thought her ribs might crack. The rug underneath her back was starting to give her rug burn, but she didn't give a shit as he latched onto her right breast with his teeth and started to suck like a starving man. Oh god, here it comes, she thought wildly, closing her eyes and trembling as electricity raced from her breast to her groin, which was already charged with energy. She heard a keening coming somewhere in the back of her throat and then she was bursting with light, shaking as she forgot to breath, the pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. She heard Mulder cry out her name as he came, his thrusts becoming fast and erratic until finally they slowly ceased all together. Both their bodies went limp, Mulder's sweaty head falling heavily onto her glistening chest next to her golden cross. "Jesus," he managed to breathe, lifting his head to press a soft kiss in the hollow of her throat. Scully chuckled, bringing her arms that suddenly felt like lead weights around his back and hugging him against her. "That good, hmm?" she murmured. "Scully, I can honestly say that what we just did could be classified as an out-of-this-world experience," Mulder said solemnly. "Does that mean you think it warrants further investigation?" she asked, raising her eyebrow with a smile. Mulder looked up at her sleepily with a feral grin on his face. "Oh most definitely." THE END! hoped you like...send me feedback!! ;) **************************************************** "Pardon me while I have a strange interlude." ~Groucho Marx