TITLE: MIRROR, MIRROR AUTHOR: Missdivad E-MAIL: missdivad@hotmail.com CATEGORY: MSR RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: None SUMMARY: Mulder, Scully and a mirror on a warm summer night. FEEDBACK: Would be great since this is my first attempt at fanfic. Mirror, Mirror Smells of the warm, summer night air flooded the bedroom. Scully sat cross-legged on her bed, looking at yearbooks and reminising of days gone by. She wore only white tank top and cotton panties to try to cool herself off. For fun, she played some old music as well. "Sister Christian" by Night Ranger blared out of the speakers beside her head. Scully was so into her book and the song that she didn't see him standing in the doorway. How long had he been watching her? X X X Mulder had gone for a drive and ended up at Scully's apartment. Not a big surprise since all he thought about these days was her. He had debated whether he should even bother her on a Saturday night, she saw enough of him during the week. Damn summer air was making him horny. He knocked on her door a couple of times, but they weren't heard by Scully who had turned up her stereo. He decided to let himself in with his key. X X X Instead of panicking, she said nothing. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt that snug nicely around his biceps. He stood in front of her, mouth gaped open and as hard as she had ever seen. Scully placed the book on the floor and stood up. She could feel moisture between her legs and he breathed in deeply. Her sweet musk rose to his nostrils like the rarest perfume. She hugged herself lightly, making her breasts swell. Her nipples were getting hard and she wished that Mulder would touch them. Instead, she removed her shirt and began to play with her nipples, delicately pinching their tips and pulling at them. She began to prowl around the room, never taking her gaze off Mulder. She wanted to touch him, but kept her distance. She let her hips sway brazenly, feeling her swollen lips brushing the damp cotton of her panties. She trailed her fingers to the elastic waistband, stopping as she heard Mulder's intake of breath. It was becoming impossible to keep her fingers away from herself. She could feel the heat from her wetness radiating onto the skin of her thighs. She was pounding with need. She slipped her right hand under the elastic of her panties. "Oh yeah, Scully, touch yourself," Mulder moaned. "You're driving me crazy...do yourself, let me watch you." Mulder's hands moved slightly at his sides as he fought the need touch his aching penis. His eyes were fixed on her body. Scully methodically moved to a chair that sat in the corner of the room. Not taking her hand from inside her panties, she lowered herself onto the chair. She made sure that she was giving her partner a perfect view of her hand, busily exploring inside her panties. She locked her eye with his and shivered at the passion in his wide eyes. Imagining it was his tongue between her legs, she slipped her middle finger along her folds, spreading the slippery dew all around and getting her finger completely covered with it. She could hear the little wet sounds she was making over the small moans and sighs that were coming from Mulder's throat . Sometime during all of this, Mulder had removed his jeans. He clenched his firm butt tightly and his turgid penis rose up as if trying to take a peek at what Scully was doing. "Taste yourself." A wet smear of precome shone on Mulder's tip. He was so aroused. Scully wondered if he might come without even being touched. She didn't want it to go to waste! She continued to tease him, and herself, hiding her hand inside her panties, rubbing her finger ever so lightly over the hard point of her clitoris, bringing herself so close to the edge and then stopping for a minute to let herself come down a bit. With her other hand she pinched desperately at the tips of her nipples. She was getting so close to coming, but she wasn't ready yet...not yet...she didn't want to do this herself. She wanted Mulder...had to touch him. She would wait...just long enough. She arched her back and groaned loudly, frustrated as she stood. She walked toward her partner. Mulder watched her approach and his hardness jumped. His face was frozen in a moment of passion. She stood in front of him breathing raggedly, and slowly slipped her panties off and motioned for Mulder to sit in the chair. She kicked the panties aside and then placed one foot on either side of his hips, her clitoris only inches from his face. His eyes flickered between her breasts and her sex. His mouth hung open and his tongue moved over his lips in an unconscious imitation of what he wanted to do to Scully. Scully touched herself, her hands so close he could have just moved his head forward and kissed them. Mulder could control himself no longer. He grabbed Scully's hips, thrusting his hardened tongue as deep into her. She gasped at the sudden onslaught and braced her hands against the wall as his mouth sucked her orgasm closer and closer and closer... He stopped. Mulder took one of her breasts in each hand and rubbed his thumbs vigorously over the nipples. "Please...Mulder...I have to..." She put her hands on his shoulders and moved to place her legs on either side of him, but he stopped her. She needed him so desperately. He held her firmly by the hips and took one bright pink lacy nipple between his lips and the other between his fingers and sucked hard. He let her go and spun her around to face away from him. Scully saw what Mulder wanted. She looked at her reflection in her full length bedroom mirror as if it were the first time. "I want to watch us," Mulder whispered. Scully straddled Mulder's hips and slowly lowered herself down toward him. She hesitated just as she felt the thick head of his penis slide between her lips. She was transfixed by the sight in the mirror. She lowered herself slowly, slowly down onto his hard shaft, struggling mightily to resist the temptation to close her eyes, not wanting to miss the view. She and Mulder watched as he pushed against her over and over. Scully thrust back against him, twitching her hips so that his penis hit that perfect place inside. She watched his face as he came and as his come seeped out of her and she watched as he clenched his teeth and squinted against his own temptation to shut his eyes tight. He watched as she brought one hand forward and lightly, lightly flicked the very tip of her deep red, beautiful clit and how her nipples tightened even more as she came. He watched his own hand as he slipped it around her hip to play with her clitoris, replacing her hand and drawing out her orgasm so he could continue to feel the incredible spasms of her muscles around him, wanting to make her keep coming so that feeling would never end. After a few minutes, he felt her relax. She pulled away and turned around, sitting back down gracefully on his lap. Her chest and cheeks were still flushed red from her orgasm, her face wet with sweat, her eyes glassy. He had never seen anything so beautiful.