Title: Possessions
Author: Angel
Email: JumperChick@aol.com
Feedback: YES! Please! *begging*
Spoilers: Barely anything; Tooms, The Host, Monday, 
Millennium, I think that's it. 
Rating: NC-17. Oh is it ever NC-17! Man if my mother ever read 
this. *shudders*
Archive: You bettcha! Just let me know where cause I'm 
curious like that.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Chris Carter? I didn't think so. These 
characters belong to 1013, Chris Carter, Fox. No infringement 
intended. No money is being made. I'm just having some fun 
and hopefully entertaining one or two people in the process.
Summery: Nothing more then smut.. And a little cuddling.
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Possessions
	I have to stop myself from whistling. I have to stop 
myself from grinning like a fool pretty often now that I mention 
it. But I can't help it. I'm finally getting somewhere with Scully. 
Not that I should take any of the credit. It all started on 
January 2, 2000 the day after our first kiss. When I talked to 
her the next day she said: "Mulder one of my New Year 
resolutions is for you and me to have more fun. Do things that 
normal people do once in a while." My first reaction was to 
defend myself. I do normal things; I play basketball, I hang out 
with the lone gunman. I Scullywatch whenever possible. 
That's fun. But luckily that little voice of reason in my head, 
which doesn't come out very often by the way, yelled to me: 
"You idiot! She wants to spend more time with you out of the 
office. Shut the fuck up and agree." So I did. I said `Can't wait' 
or something equally as lame.	
	So that's how I got here, walking down the hall to 
Scully's apartment on a Saturday evening. Every weekend and 
a few days in between we've being doing `normal' things. We 
spent four hours at a restaurant one day last week. We sat 
there eating pasta and chocolate moose talking about stuff. 
Just stuff. I told the story about my first fist fight, one of my 
friends stole Samantha's ice cream at the town fair when I was 
about eight. I lost. But as Scully said through her fit of laugher: 
"It's the thought that counts." I have never seen Scully laugh 
so much in such a short period of time. It was wonderful. A few 
weeks before that Scully treated me to a movie. Some horror 
flick, it was actually pretty scary. Whenever Scully or I would 
jump we would look at each other and stifle ironic laughter. We 
can be completely calm and collected when a murderous 
monster or two in standing in front of us but when seated in 
front of a large screen with popcorn in our laps we can't help 
but be startled. It was great. I felt like a teenager on a date 
again. Except for the fact that there will be no kissing, hand 
holding or even the slightest chance of getting lucky. But I 
never even think about it. At least not while we are together, 
when I am home again that is another story. But I have to admit 
I love this. I love the fact that people look at us and assume 
that we are together. I love hearing `Mulder party of two.' If my 
ego inflates anymore it just might pop. I really feel like we are 
dating, I know we aren't. But still. It seems that way. 
	I knock on her door and have to place a hand on the 
wall to keep from jumping up and down. Whenever it hits me 
that I get to knock on Scully's door and not drag her off on 
some case I get excited. 
	She opens the door with a smile. I love that smile. 
And I'm seeing way more of it lately then ever before. "Hey, 
Mulder."
	"Dana, who's there?" Comes a muffled male voice 
from behind the door.
	I think I am going to puke. I really do. I know I must 
be making that panic face. "Oh. Sorry Scully. I should have 
called first." I slowly start backing away from the door so I 
don't throw up on her nice little black sweater; she wore that 
one when we went to an art show she was dying to see. Damn 
photographic memory shut up; I don't need that right now.
	"No. It's ok." She says quickly. She seems to mean it 
but I don't know. "I'll call you later ok? But I better go."
	I just nod and walk away. I think my heart just broke. I 
can't believe this. Part of me wants to break down that door 
and beat the shit out of whatever idiot is sitting in there on my 
couch. Ok not my couch but I sit there a lot and I like it. And 
the other part of me just wants to run away. I'm going to go 
with that second idea. 
	All think about as I drive back to my place is. 
actually I guess I don't think. I'm thoughtless. Although when 
I do park in front of my building I realize I can't be home. So I 
get out and walk to the bar down the street, order a tequila 
shot and sit in a far back both and sulk. Its what I do best. 
Sulking is on my resume, right under profiling work and above 
the stock boy experience when I was seventeen. 
	An hour later my personal pity party is interrupted by 
my phone. I know its Scully. Who else would be calling me at 
10 on a Saturday night? I clear my throat so I don't sound too 
pathetic. "Mulder."
	"Hey it's me. Where are you? I just got to your place 
but you're not here." She sounds awfully chipper. I guess she 
hasn't realized she's about to break my heart by coming here 
and telling be about her date.
	"At the bar down the street." How's that for a 
deadpan response?
	"Is it ok if I meet you there?" Like I could say no to 
Scully.
	"Sure."
	"Be right there." I listen to my dial tone for a minute or 
two before shoving my phone back into my pocket and go 
back to staring at my drink. 
	Ten minutes later I see Scully walk into the bar. She 
scans around quickly before finding me. She shoots me a quick 
smile as she says she'll have what I'm having to the bartender 
and walks over to me.
	"Hey." She says sliding in across from me.
	"Date over already?" Oops.. I didn't mean to say 
that yet.
	She just rolls her eyes and smiles up at the bartender 
when her drink arrives. "That was my mother's doing. I can't 
remember the last time I was so bored." Oh. Oops again. "He 
invented himself in to check his messages when he dropped 
me off, I know it was a line to get inside. A pathetic one at 
that."
	I don't know what to say so I just nod. 
	"I was actually hoping you had stopped by to whisk 
me off for some case just so the night would end."
	"Yeah sorry about that. I should have called." 
	She tips her head to the side and looks confused. "No 
it's ok. I don't mind when you stop by. It was really a last 
minute thing otherwise I would have called you to let you 
know." Why would she let me know? That's weird. She looks 
at the shot in my hand. "How many does that make?"
	I give her my best little boy smile. "This is still my 
first. I've just been staring at it." 
	She just nods and licks the back of her hand and 
sprinkles salt over it. I follow suit and we raise our glasses. "To 
being normal." She says as we clink our glasses. Together we 
lick the salt, down the shot and bite into a lime slice. The 
intense mixture of flavors scorches my throat and floods my 
senses. We look over at a large group of loud young drinkers. 
"You have any at home?" Scully asks raising her shot glass.
	"Yeah. It's probably five years old but its there."
	"Great. I'll go pay for these and we'll get out of here. I 
think I've had my fill of normal people tonight." She smiles and 
stands from the booth. I watch her as pays for our shots and 
puts a whole lime the bartender gave her in her pocket. 
	"Is that a lime in your pocket or are you just happy to 
see me?" I ask as I guide her out of the bar. 
	"Both actually." We don't say anything else the 
whole time we walk to my place. I head straight for the kitchen 
and Scully follows. 
	"Shot glasses?" She asks as she pulls the salt out of 
the cabinet. 
	"I'll get them in a second." I call from where my head 
is in my liquor cabinet, if you can call it that. Age old half-full 
bottles of hard liquor with that disgusting crusty shit about the 
top. Lovely. 
	"I can get them." She insists in her `don't mess with 
me' voice.
	"Ok." I point to the high cabinet over the refrigerator. 
"Give it your best shot."
	She glowers at the cabinet in question for a moment 
before climbing up on my counter and opening it up. "I've 
heard of junk draws Mulder, but I didn't know someone could 
have a junk cabinet." She jumps slightly when a pack of cards 
comes flying from the depths of the mess. "Here they are." She 
pulls out two plain shot glasses and shoves everything that 
fell out onto the top of the refrigerator back in. "I'm going to 
ignore my urge to clean that for the moment." She informs me 
as she hops back down and tugs my arm leading me into my 
living room. She seats herself on the floor and pours two 
shots. I place the bowl of cut limes on the coffee table and lean 
against the front of the couch. "You ok Mulder? You've been 
really quiet." This time she licks the inside of her wrist for the 
salt. I can't help but wonder what her skin tastes like. She used 
her lavender soap this morning, I can smell it.
	"I don't know. Just thinking." I say licking that back 
of my hand again.
	Scully holds up her glass with a smile. "To only being 
normal when it suits us."
	I laugh and clink my glass with hers. "I like that." 
	A moment later Scully leans back on one hand and 
toes off her shoes as she nibbles on her lime slice. Once there 
is nothing left but the rind she tosses it on the table and lays 
back on the floor. Her shirt inches up and I can see the skin 
just above her belly button. Umm.. Scullyskin. 
	"So what was so bad about that guy tonight Scully?" 
I don't know why I ask but I need to know.
	She rolls her head over to look at me and gives a shy 
smile. "I don't know. All he wanted to do was talk about my 
work, and not even the interesting things. It's not like I could 
tell him about liver eating monsters and flukemen."
	"Why not?" I grin at her.
	She laughs. "I can't talk to people anymore, Mulder. I 
don't feel like they understand me." She reaches over and 
kicks my shin lightly. "You do. My mother does to an extent. 
But that's about it. I can't handle making small talk. I'm too old 
to make small talk. The whole time at dinner I couldn't wait to 
get out of there and call you. Do something not normal, you 
know? Not deal with the stupid petty world outside of my 
messed up version of it. Everyone is so naive, I can't stand it." 
	I know what she is saying is important, but all I can 
think about is that little strip of skin below black cotton and 
above blue denim. I lean forward and run my index finger 
around her belly button. Scully's breath catches and her skin 
turns to goose bumps where my finger travels. I look up at her, 
her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted slightly and her 
breathing is heavy. I'm becoming slightly uncomfortable 
myself. She just stares at me, no sign I should pull my hand 
away and flee. I'm a risk taker, I know that. But not usually 
when it comes to Scully. With her I am a nervous teenager. But 
maybe those few shots helped me because I slowly push her 
sweater up higher until I see the curve of her ribs. I trace the 
bones with my thumb. Her skin is smooth and warm. I can see a 
flush moving over what is visible of her chest above the 
neckline of her sweater. My heart is pounded so hard I 
wouldn't be surprised if the downstairs neighbors called to 
complain about the banging. I look up at Scully. I almost jump 
from the dark blue her eyes have turned. I have never seen 
them like this; they look like storm clouds. Without losing eye 
contact I reach into the bowl of limes and pull out a fresh slice. 
I slowly run it in a circle around her belly button, the cool juice 
leaving a moist ring. Finally looking away from her I lean down 
and run my tongue over the path of juice. A soft moan comes 
from Scully as I trace her sweet skin again with my tongue. Her 
sound causes an even greater tightening in my groin. I can't 
remember the last time I became this aroused in such a short 
time. I run the lime in a straight line up her navel to the edge of 
her shirt. Then I slowly follow it again. I continue to draw 
random patterns over her tender skin for at least ten minutes 
before sitting back and biting into the lime. Scully is breathing 
heavy and starring at me with lowered eyelids. Well she didn't 
kill me, that's a good sign. I toss the used lime onto the table 
and wait. I don't know for what, but I'm waiting for something. 
Anything actually. 
	Slowly she sits up. Uh oh. well it's been a nice life. 
And there's no better way to go other then after just licking my 
partner's sweet skin covered in bitter limejuice.
	She reaches over and picks up a fresh lime slice and 
straddles my lap. Yes straddles my lap. Four inches closer to 
me and she is going to find out just how much I like her. She 
rests her hands on my shoulders, one still holding the lime and 
in not such a nice way pushes my head to side. Keeping eye 
contact she wipes the fruit wedge down the length of my neck. 
Her eyes are screaming `two can play this game.' Well I'm 
ready, more then ready to play. I let out what I am sure is a 
very loud groan as her soft wet tongue cleans up the cooling 
path of the juice. She pulls away a moment later and tips my 
head up so I am looking at the ceiling. I feel the lime slice being 
placed at my chin where she squeezes it. I gasp as a cold path 
of juice drips down my neck and under my t-shirt. 
	"Oops." She whispers. Her warm little hands are 
suddenly under my shirt and she pulls it over my head so fast 
I'm surprised she didn't take my nose with it. She immediately 
places her tongue on my chin and follows the path as far as 
she can from the position she is in, which leaves her in the 
middle on my pecks. She sits back slightly and looks at me, 
well not my face, my chest. I suddenly feel like I am under a 
microscope. She tosses the lime over her shoulder with barely 
a thought and runs her thin fingers over my bare skin. I let my 
eyes close as the contact and just memorize the feel of her. 
This will probably never happen again so I hope my nifty 
memory is paying attention right now. She traces every muscle, 
every bone. I moan when she runs her nails over my nipples. 
Her movement stops and I open my eyes ready to see her 
getting up to leave. But she is sitting on me still. Just starring 
at my face, both hands wrapped around holding the back on 
my neck. She leans forward and closes her eyes; slowly she 
nudges each side of my nose with hers as a small smile forms 
on her lips. She turns her head a slight bit more and presses 
her lips to mine. I watch her for a moment more before my eyes 
slip closed and I absorb her warmth into me. This is such a 
simple kiss, easily compared to New Year's. But this one she 
initiated, which means a lot to me. She does want me. And its 
not the alcohol talking, two shots doesn't get anyone drunk. 
She pulls back slightly opening her mouth and letting out a 
gentle breath against my lips. Now I may be slightly out of 
practice with my kissing but I believe that is the universal 
language for inviting someone else's tongue into one's mouth. 
My hands that have been innocently resting on her waist 
move down to the backs of her thighs and I pull her forward as 
I swipe my tongue over her lower lip before kissing her fully. 
Her tongue meets mine forcefully. She tastes of lime-covered 
alcohol and something sweet that is only Scully's. Our kissing 
is passionate but organized. Its almost as if we have been 
doing this for ages but haven't seen each other in a while. We 
know what each other like but we need to reacquaint 
yourselves. I let out a hard groan as she grinds herself into my 
lap. I can't help up jerk up against her, she doesn't seem to 
mind one bit as she leave my lips and goes to my ear. I want 
more of her skin to taste. I push her away enough to pull her 
sweater over her head. She leans back and lets me take in the 
vision of her upper body clothed only in a simple blue bra. 
	I jump when she pressed her palm against my 
erection. I always knew Scully was the kind to take what she 
wanted. But really!
I'm already painfully hard and her hand is pushing the rough 
denim against my sensitized skin in an erotic sensation. I groan 
low in my throat and press my hand against her core through 
her jeans. Her face grimaces in a pleasurable way and she 
murmurs my name. Pressing against her I am slowly aware that 
her jeans are damp, this causes me to jerk a little into her hand. 
She swallows roughly and moves slightly over my hand so I 
am pressing just the right way. That's Scully, doesn't do 
something if it's not just right. We touch each other through 
our clothes like teenagers in the back seat of a car before she 
pushes me sideways so I am laying flat on my back. I watch in 
shock as she unbuttons my pants and pulls them and my 
boxers off my body in one long motion. I'm once again under 
the microscope of Scully as she takes in my naked body. I feel 
a little anxious, not about my body, I feel like I'm in the 
interrogation room. Ready for Agent Scully to decide my fate. 
She bits her lip and smiles at me. I'm incredibly aroused and 
equally scared. I have never seen such a carnivorous look on 
her face before. She licks her lips and takes me into her mouth.
"Oh god." I have never felt such a wonderful thing as Scully's 
warm tongue running up the length of me before she takes as 
much of me as she can into her mouth. I weave my fingers into 
the hair at the back her head and clench and unclench my hand 
over her neck. I don't want to hold her down, but I need to 
touch her in some way. Just to be sure this isn't some 
amazingly wonderful dream. I don't seem to be able to tare my 
gaze away from the sight of Scully moving me in and out of her 
mouth no matter how much my eyes want to close. I jerk up 
into her mouth as one of her hands fondles my balls. I would 
apologies if I had my voice, but she didn't complain anyway. 
I'm not going to last much longer. To say it's been awhile 
would be putting it more then mildly. I tug lightly on her hair so 
she knows. She doesn't do anything else but increase her 
efforts. Moments later I let out Scully's name in a loud scream 
as I come into her waiting mouth. I shudder as I feel her licking 
me clean and I lay my head back against the carpet and try to 
remember how to breath. 
Scully slowly crawls up and body and rubs my chest with her 
palm as she nuzzles my neck.
"I'll be with you in a minute." I manage to choke out. I don't 
want her to think I am going to ignore her. womanly needs or 
anything.
She chuckles softly. "Take your time. I'll take your uselessness 
as a compliment."
I nod vigorously so she knows that's true. After another 
minute or so my muscles have congealed enough for me to 
move. I roll onto my side slowly and pull her into a deep kiss. I 
can taste the bitterness of myself in her mouth. I push her onto 
her back so I can taste the rest of her. This bra has to go. Oh 
front clasp, very convenient. But I'm a gentleman so I look up 
at her with the clasp in my fingers. She smiles and gives me a 
single nod. With a flick on my index finger her upper body is 
mine.
Mine.
Not who ever was in her apartment, but mine. All mine. 
I lean down and place a deep kiss between her delightfully 
rounded breasts. Mine. I move to her right breast and take her 
taught nipple into my mouth, she moans from deep in her chest 
and I feel the vibrations in my lips. Mine. After laving her 
gently but thoroughly I move to the other. Also mine. I move 
to suckle her clavicle leaving a slight red mark in my wake. 
Mine. 
"Turn over." I tell her softly even though I flip her over myself. 
She moans and it takes me a moment to realize why; she is 
rubbing her aching nipples against the carpet. Again I feel a 
tightening my in groin. 
She is mine. I lick my way from the base of her neck all the way 
to the small of her back. Without a doubt mine. I suck the 
tender skin just above her waistband for a moment before 
moving to her tattoo. I trace the pattern with my tongue before 
placing a long kiss in the center. Wordlessly I turn her back 
over and kiss her soundly. "You're mine." I whisper against 
her lips. "All mine."
"Only if you're mine." She whispers back. 
"May I?" I slid down her body and ask with my fingers at the 
button of her jeans.
"Please." She whimpers. 
I quickly pull her jeans away and am met with matching blue 
panties at the unmistakable sent of an aroused woman. Of an 
aroused Scully. I shed her of her panties in a moment and take 
in her fully naked body. "Beautiful." I murmur. "Absolutely 
beautiful." I have never seen such an amazing sight. Her whole 
body is flushed slightly and quivers with each labored breath.
"Mulder, please." Her plead knocks me out of my thoughts 
and back to reality. Shooting her a quick smile I lay down and 
kiss the soft curve of her belly. Once again I run my tongue 
around her navel then in a quick movement bury my nose in 
her crisp curls. Her scent is strong and thick. I take a deep 
inhale before gently nudging her already spread thighs and 
move them over my shoulders. With my hands on her hips I tilt 
her slightly. She is swollen and rosy and wet. For me. 
I fight the urge to yell `mine' loud enough for every man who 
has ever touched her, or even looked at her to know she is 
mine now. 
Feeling slightly wicked I a blow a soft breath against her sex. 
She moans and her hips jerk in my hands and she pleads my 
name again. Ok enough teasing. I take a swipe of her body with 
the flat of my tongue. I swirl her sweet taste around my mouth 
for a moment as she groans for me not to stop. Never would 
have thought Scully would be so loud during sex, but I'm not 
complaining. And like I'm going to stop? An alien could walk 
in and abduct my goldfish for all I care, hell if Cancerman wants 
to watch. well no that would kill the mood. I would get rid of 
him then be right back to Scully. What the hell is wrong with 
me?! Focus man! 
With my tongue pressed firmly against Scully's clit I can feel a 
gentle throbbing. I swirl the tip of my tongue around her 
swollen nerves. One time is gentle and slow, the next hard and 
firm. She is making little mewing noises that are just driving me 
crazy. I wonder what she would think if I started to hump the 
carpet.
I hold her down by her stomach with one hand and slip my 
index finger of the other slowly into her. Her walls violently 
clench at me, pulling me in further. All the while I am gently 
sucking her clit between my lips and flicking it occasionally 
with my tongue. I withdraw my finger from her and slip two 
back in. I search her soft slippery walls for the irregular area of 
nerves I know is there some where. Finding it I press firmly up 
against her pubic bone. Her hips buck violently up against my 
face. She must like that. Rubbing my fingers up against the 
spot I have found she yells out.. something. I honestly 
couldn't understand it. Then she clenches hard around my 
fingers. I ease my movements inside her and let her clit slip 
from my mouth, just lightly running my tongue over her. She 
movements slow and she lies still for a moment before tugging 
on my hair for me to stop. When did her hands get in my hair?
Moving away from her I wipe my face on my arm and settle 
next to her. Her cheeks are flushed fully, a covering of sweat 
makes her shine in dim light, and her breathing is horribly 
erratic. I smooth her hair back from her face and she slowly 
opens her eyes. 
"God bless the sunflower seed." She mumbles.
I burst out laughing as she starts her own throaty chuckle. I 
slowly calm and realize how incredibly hard I am again. Not bad 
for a guy my age if I do say so myself.
Hmm. Now what? Is this it? I won't complain if it is, but I 
would like to go take care of this.. problem I am having if it is.
"Where's that mystery water bed of yours Mulder?" Scully 
asks sitting up on her elbows. "As lovely as your carpet is I 
have enough rug burn for one night." She smiles so I know she 
isn't mad. And there's more to come, no pun intended, 
apparently. I want to yell `whoopee!', but I wont. At least I'll 
try not to.
"Right this way." I stand and hold a hand out to help her up. 
She steals a glance at my new arousal and bits her lip. Oh God 
Scully don't look at me like that again, I don't think I can 
handle it. "It's no longer a waterbed, after that last experience 
I've gone back to the traditional."
"As long as its not covered in berber I'll be happy." She lies 
down and lets out a long sigh. Then holds out her hand for me.
I'm grinning like a fool but I don't care. I take her hand and she 
gives me a little tug down to her. I land to the side of her 
holding myself over her head on my forearms. She reaches up 
and traces her thumb over my bottom lip for a moment. "That 
guy really wasn't that bad tonight." She says looking from my 
mouth to my eyes. Oh Scully don't do this now. "But he 
wasn't you. I. I compare every man I meet to you Mulder. He 
wasn't nearly as handsome, or sweet, or intelligent. He just 
wasn't you." She shakes her head slowly. She lets out an 
embarrassed little laugh and turns her head, looking to the far 
wall. "You are the most passionate person I have ever met." 
She closes her eyes. "I can't imagine being like this with 
anyone else."
I take her chin in my hand and turn to look at me. Then I kiss 
her with more desire and love then I have ever kissed anyone 
before in my life. More then I ever will kiss anyone with. I 
honestly believe Scully is the only woman for me. Without her 
the female race looks like a plastic model of a sundae. 
Appealing in its own way but not real, not touchable, not 
something I can have. Scully is the real thing. Damn it! Scully 
is a hot fudge sundae with extra whipped cream and two 
cherries. 
Scully's hot little hands have worked their way to my ass and 
she pulled me over to rest between her legs. She digs her nail 
into my flesh urging me to enter her. 
I don't want to yet. I pull my lips away from her and look down 
into her eyes. "I love you." 
She stares at me for a moment. Ok maybe I should have done 
this after we have sex. She blinks a few times. "I know." She 
smiles. "I love you and I know you know that." She pulls me 
back down before I have a chance to respond. She moans 
softly into the kiss. I return her moan and raise her a groan as I 
nudge her swollen opening with the tip of my erection. She 
pulls away slightly. "Mulder please."
Well if I ever want Scully to beg I just I have to tease her with 
sex.. If I know that years ago I would have done this sooner. 
Hell I wanted to do this sooner. 
I push into her gently as her head tilts back and her mouth falls 
open in a wordless cry. "Am I hurting you?" Her body is so 
tight and just plain small.
"No. No. This feels wonderful." 
I push into the rest of the way and stop. I can't move. I can't 
do anything but feel her soft hot body clutch to mine. This 
feels amazing. I was never one for casual sex; this is something 
you can't just share with just anyone. I never want to share 
this with one else ever again. 
Focusing on Scully takes a lot of energy, but I do anyway. Her 
head is still thrown back, her eyes shut in a relaxed way, her 
cheeks flushed and her lips moist and swollen. I lean down and 
catch her mouth with mine as I withdraw from her. Instantly I 
miss her blanketing warmth and plunge back in.
"Yes." Scully whispers as she moves away from my lips.
Oh. So Scully likes it rough. I can do that. I pull out slowly 
and ram back in. Scully continues a mantra of soft `oh's over 
and over again. I can't seem to take my eyes off of her. She 
looks beautiful.
"More Mulder." 
I just groan in response. I thrust harder and harder into her all 
the while she moans and murmurs wordless sounds. Suddenly 
she stops. No moaning, not movement to meet me, nothing. 
She opens her eyes and smiles wickedly. Uh oh. I think I am 
worried. With a rough shove she flips us over and straddles 
my thighs. Ok, not so bad. She takes my hands, interlocking 
our fingers as she arches her back up and rocks smoothly. 
Now this is a beautiful sight. Her head is thrown back, eyes 
shut, mouth open, breasts swaying; her whole body is flushed 
deeply. 
I gently pull one of my hands free and move it to where we are 
joined pressed my thumb against her swollen nerves. 
Immediately she cries out my name, not Mulder but Fox. Not a 
quick one-syllable word but a loud moan carrying the vowel for 
a long moment. I think I like my name now. Her body tenses 
completely then I feel strong velvet pulses around my cock. I 
don't move, I just feel. 
It feels amazing.
After a moment Scully falls limp against my chest breathing 
erratically. I stroke her sweaty back and wait for her. I've 
waited over seven years; I can wait a few more minutes. I'll just 
ignore the painful throb in my whole body. 
Scully took a deep breath and picked herself up off of me with 
a lazy smile. "Your turn."
I returned her smile. I gently flip us over and withdraw from 
her. The look of confusion on her face doesn't go unnoticed 
by me. "Can you turn over?" I ask politely. I don't want to 
mess with her Christian beliefs or anything.
Her eyes widen slightly. "Oh God." She breathes and rolls 
over. I slip and arm under her waist and lift her slightly as she 
holds herself up on her forearms. Turning slightly she give me 
a, if I'm not mistaken, excited smile. "I've actually never done 
this before."
Whoa. "We don't-"
"No." she cuts me off. "I want to."
Nodding a lift her a little more. I pause though, running my free 
hand up and down her back for a moment. Leaning forward I 
take one of her arms and place her hand on the headboard. "Up 
here."
She nods and places both hands up so her back is now 
perfectly flat. Much better, now I have both hands free. Placing 
my hands on her waist I slowly enter her.
She gasps out at the sensation. "Wow." She whispers with a 
combination of a groan and laugh. 
I move steadily in her. She moans constantly. I'll take that as a 
sign she likes this. Oh man she has better stop making those 
noises if she wants this to last much longer. Who am I 
kidding? If it hadn't been for the extraordinary blowjob I got 
earlier this would have ended the moment I was inside of her. 
Scully's breathing hitches suddenly and she groans loudly as 
her body pulses and quivers around me. Ok that's it. I can't 
take it anymore. I thrust hard into her twice before finally 
finding my release as I yell her name. Damn, I'm sure the 
neighbors heard THAT. 
We both slide to a sweaty breathless heap on the bed. When 
the lightheaded feeling finally fades enough I pull Scully up 
against me so I can spoon around her. I press my lips to her 
neck feeling her erratic pulse. 
"You ok?"
She lets out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. I'm great."
"Me too." I mumble as I nuzzle against her shoulder and pull 
the blankets that became bunched at the bottom of the bed up 
over us. I can't get enough of this woman's skin. Because it's 
mine. Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine. 
Mine.
Scully twists in my arms so she is facing me, her head pillowed 
on my bicep. "Tired." She mumbles.
I kiss her forehead gently. "I love you."
I can feel her smile against my skin. "I love you too."
I kiss her one more time before we both lull off to a contented 
sleep.
 
When I wake it's still dark out. I glance at the clock, not even 
four in the morning. I can't help but smile at Scully. She lying 
against me, on her back, one arm thrown over her stomach and 
the other curled around her face. She looks beautiful. Leaning 
down and place a gentle kiss on her lips. She stirs but doesn't 
wake. Good. Now I'm grinning. I push the sheets down and 
away from her body and gently ease her legs apart. She shifts 
again. Slowly I ease my middle finger into her body. Her soft 
velvety walls sheath around me. She is warm and moist in her 
relaxed state, almost plush around my finger. I gently work her. 
Suddenly her body stiffens, but only for a spilt second before 
she smiles.
"And what do you think you are doing?" She opens her eyes 
and gazes at me sleepily as the moisture increases in her body.
Leaning over I kiss her again then whisper against her lips, 
"Claiming what's mine."
The end.
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Title: Possessions 2
Author: Angel Jumperchick@aol.com
Classification: MSR, SMUT and some H (I hope!)
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Mulder is letting himself in again. That's ok, he always does 
now. Except when I'm not expecting him, then he knocks. He's 
good about that. Of course almost every time he shows up 
without calling first I open the door to a pouty faced Mulder 
and he says something along the lines of `I couldn't wait until 
tomorrow to see you.' I'm surprised I manage to shut the door 
again before I throw him down on the floor and we stay there 
for a good half-hour. 	
He doesn't say a word as he walks into the kitchen where I'm 
stirring rice. God. Sometimes I feel so domestic. 
"Oof! Mulder!" I can't help but laugh. Once again he has 
walked up wordlessly to me and wrapped me in a bear hug. 
"Hi, sweetheart." This man loves his pet names.. He's acting 
like I haven't seen him in days when in fact its been about four 
hours. My feet aren't touching the ground and I'm very 
tempted to wrap my legs around his waist, but I've been in this 
situation many times. If I do that he will have be pressed up 
against the refrigerator before I can even say the word 
refrigerator and all thoughts of dinner will be gone. Not that 
I'm complaining, but I got one hell of a bruise from the door 
handle last time. 
"Ok let me down." I say patting his shoulder blade.
He grumbles but lets me slide to my feet. Then proceeds to 
pace around my kitchen. He's been on the verge of driving me 
crazy with his energy all day. "Anything I can do to help?" He 
asks over my shoulder.
"Yeah set the table." 
He does, and gets a bottle of wine out. Then comes and stands 
behind me again fiddling with my shirt. Oh I'm going to have 
fun tonight; he's in one of his playful moods. I didn't see him 
come in with any bags, darn. Last time he was acting like this I 
got the biggest bag of lingerie from Victoria's Secret I've even 
seen. Nothing tacky either, which surprised me because of all 
of Mulder's porn experience. But everything was beautiful. 
Sheer, lacy, dark rich colors and sexy. Ok he did buy me a pair 
of crotchless panties. needless to say I didn't try those on. 
But they were a joke; he said that before I even unwrapped 
them. I guess I shouldn't expect anything else like that for 
some time, I'm sure he'll be paying that purchase off of his 
charge card for quite some time. 
We eat making comfortable conversation and of course 
playing footsie under the table. Mulder helps with the dishes, 
like usual. He's such a good boyfriend-Is that what he is? 
I hand the last plate to him. "Are you my boyfriend?" I ask 
with a simple tone.
He is either confused or amused, not sure which, maybe a little 
of both. "Yeah I guess I am."
I smile and toss the dishtowel onto the counter. "That means 
you better stop flirting with everyone."
He opens his mouth in shock. "I do not flirt with anyone other 
then you."
I let out a little snort and raise my eyebrows. "Yes you do. All 
the time. Nothing crude but you are definitely flirting with 
them." 
He frowns, crosses his arms over his chest and leans back 
against the counter. "What do I do exactly?"
"Well." I lean back across from him on the island counter. 
"You smile an awful lot. You wink once in a while. I don't 
know. it's just your body language." Am I pouting? I think 
am. crap.
Biting his lower lip in deep thought he takes a step towards me 
and reaches out, drawing his index finger over my collarbone. 
"Hmm. I don't even realize." His finger slowly trails into the 
v of my sweater then back up the other side. I can already feel 
the flush going over my face and chest and a twinge of arousal 
deep in my belly. He leans down and whispers into my ear. 
"But I'm yours so you have nothing to worry about." Slowly 
he licks the line of my jaw. 
"Yes. I know that, and you know that, but they don't know 
that." I reach out and tug his t-shirt from his pants slipping my 
hands up to his stomach. 
He nips at the tendon in my neck before pulling away and 
looking at me. "I'll wear a sandwich board that says `I belong 
to Dana Scully' from now on." 
"Mulder." I remove my hands from under his shirt, hook my 
fingers into his belt loops and pull his hips against mine. 
He chuckles and leans down, his lips millimeters from mine. "I 
don't know what to tell you other then I am definitely yours." 
He presses his lips gently to mine. Sweet, warm, familiar. 
I pull away just a bit. "Prove it."
He shakes his head slowly in complete honesty and 
amazement. "Every day for the rest of my life." He wraps his 
arms around my waist and pulls me tightly against him as his 
mouth covers mine. We kiss and grope for a good ten minutes 
before Mulder leans down and attempts to lift me onto the 
counter. 
I bolt from his grasp and wag a finger at him. "No way. Every 
time we have sex in the kitchen I end up injured in some way." 
He looks around. "That's fine, you've got plenty of other 
rooms. Where would you like to go my dear?" He takes a step 
towards me.
I take two steps away from him and towards my bedroom. "You 
think I we could make it to my bedroom tonight?"
He pretends to think about it as he takes a few steps my way, I 
continue to walk backwards so we don't get hung up in the 
hallway, its been known to happen, many times. "I think I can 
manage it." 
"Congratulations." I say once we are both at the bed. "Now 
strip." I've learned that in order to spare clothing and time 
sewing buttons back on it's easier for us to take off our own 
clothes. 
Mulder flops back on the bed with a wide grin. "Come on over 
here my little sex kitten."
I turn to him, buck naked, hands on my hips and glaring. `Little 
sex kitten'.. I don't think so.
He lets out a dramatic breath. "Fine, I'll come to you." He sits 
up on the end of the bed, erection reaching out to me and pulls 
my hips toward him. I can see the wheels turning in his head as 
he makes a plan of attack for tonight. With a little tug he pulls 
me down onto the bed with him. One hand cups my sex 
possessively as he takes my nipple to his mouth. I murmur 
encouragement and shift my hips. He lets out a little chuckle at 
my impatience against my breast and gently slips two fingers 
down to my opening then back up against my clit spreading 
moisture. I love his hands, of course I love his mouth too. But 
when his hand in one place his mouth can be another. He rubs 
me in short straight strokes, just the way I like it. His mouth 
finally leaves my breast and comes to my mouth. It takes me a 
moment to kiss him back since most of my focus is on his 
hand. He takes one of my hands in his and replaces the one 
that was touching me. "Take over for a minute." I think I made 
some sort of noise of agreement. But, again, most of my focus 
is on my lower extremities. It is difficult to try and match 
Mulder's hand. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my own hand. Hell 
its been all the sexual activity I've known for more years then 
I'd like to admit, and being a doctor has certain advantages by 
the way. 
I sense Mulder off to the side of the bed, doing.. something. 
In a moment he is hovering next to me again. I'm so close there 
is no way I am stopping. Mulder nips at my ear lobe. "Finish 
yourself." 
"Mmm Hmm." I manage to mumble out. Pretty impressive huh? 
In a moment I arch off the bed and moan as sweet waves come 
over me. I fall limp into the bed and pant for a moment. Mulder 
strokes my stomach- he's up to something-I can tell. After a 
long moment I manage to pry my eyes open just in time to see 
him each for a pillow. 
"Hips up." He lifts me with one hand and shoves the pillow 
under me. My still limp legs fall open to him. With a satisfied 
nod he shifts, resting his weight on top of me. I smile sleepily 
up at him and he takes both my wrists in one hand and pulls 
them gently above my head. My relaxed muscles stretch 
sweetly. 
I hear a slight click and cool metal around my wrists. 
"Mulder!" I tug reflexively at the handcuffs around the 
bedpost. 
"Shh." He holds my wrists still. "Relax." Forcing my body to 
relax I let out a long breath and nod. "Ok?" I nod again. 
"Anytime you want me to take them off just tell me and I will." 
After I nod again he enters me quickly, so quickly I gasp.
"Thanks for the warning." I say with mock annoyance. It 
bordered on hurting. I'm trying not to tense up but the 
handcuffs are making me nervous. But it's Mulder. He won't 
hurt me. Hell I don't think he could bring himself to hurt me 
even if he wanted to. 
"Sorry." He mumbles against my neck. "I couldn't wait any 
longer." He lifts my legs so they rest over his shoulders I feel 
him enter in the last possible inch. Any more and my spine will 
have to coil up. 
And this isn't going to take very long judging by the way he is 
pounding into me, literally. With each stroke I bangs into my 
cervix. That should hurt. I know it should, and I have no doubt 
its going to in the morning. I really want to touch him, but 
every time I try a sharp pain shoots through my arms. 
He places a hand over my wrists and holds them still. "Stop. 
You're going to hurt yourself." Pain? I don't know any pain at 
the moment. Just the sweet pressure building though out my 
body. 
I gasp as Mulder shoves his index finger into my anus. He has 
never done THAT before!
"Am I hurting you?" He pants in my ear
I shake my head violently. "Oh that's good.That is so good." 
I have never felt something so amazing. I never thought I 
would enjoy this.
"Oh God!" Another orgasm takes me by surprise causing me to 
buck up against Mulder. 
He groans loudly in my ear and slams into me four more times 
before I feel his hot release flood me. He collapses on top of 
me. That's fine. I can't really feel anything right now other then 
a gentle throb. Mmm. gotta love that throb. 
After another moment of this bliss my arms are killing me. 
"Mulder? Can you unhook me now?"
His head flies up from my neck. "We have to do that again." 
He says as he unlocks the cuffs. 
I rub my sore wrists. Wow how hard was I tugging on those 
things? "Yeah. As soon as I regain feeling in my hands."
Mulder pulls the soaked pillow from under me and throws it of 
the bed. Settling on his side next to me and pulls my wrists to 
his mouth to kiss them softly. "Love you." He whispers.
Three. two. one. He's out cold. Such a typical man. "Love 
you too." I say out of respect. I wait a few minutes to make 
sure he is in a deep sleep then slip out his grasp. I fumble on 
my Jello legs to the bathroom to clean myself up. How Mulder 
just conks out with a whole bunch of. junk on him I'll never 
understand. Even when I am too tired to get up right away I 
only sleep for an hour before I wake up feeling disgusting.
I make my way into my bedroom again, in the dark might I add, 
and pull on one of Mulder's `ruined' work shirts for bed. I use 
the term `ruined' very loosely. Mulder refuses to wear one of 
his eight five dollar shirts if it has a tear, snag, ink splotch, or 
other such defect, no matter how small. But he doesn't throw 
them out. He only throws out the ones with blood or 
something else that will bring back a bad memory. Routing 
through his dresser one day I found a drawer filled to the hilt 
with these shirts. I proceeded to take half home with me and 
they are the only things I wear to bed now. I cuddle next to 
Mulder; he is such a warm sleeper I barely use anything other 
then a sheet to cover with. He, in his sleep, wraps an arm 
around my waist and buries his face in my hair. God I love this 
man. Yes he has his annoying habits. Sometimes I wonder if he 
has more then the normal person. But he is getting better about 
squeezing the toothpaste; I swear he leaves a perfect 
handprint around that tube. If I had a dime for every time I 
showed him how to squeeze from the bottom I'd be able to 
retire. And the man doesn't like Oreo's. Can you believe that? 
Who doesn't like Oreo's?! And he leaves his socks all over the 
place. Along with half empty mugs of coffee. He claims he 
loses them. I believe him. Hell I have a hard time tracking them 
down sometimes. Just the other morning I found one in my 
underwear drawer, I didn't even ask. 
*****
"Scully, have you seen my coffee?" Mulder yells in from the 
bedroom. 
"Yeah. It's in here."
"Oh. Thanks." He picks his mug up off the back of the toilet 
and sits down on the closed lid. 
"Do you HAVE to watch me?" I ask as I apply blush.
He nods like I just asked the stupidest question. Then holds 
his arms out to display himself. "I'm all ready to go so I need 
something to do." 
"You know you can leave without me and I'll meet you at the 
office in a half-hour."
"I don't wanna." He whines. Oh don't give me those puppy 
eyes. He reaches out a hand to draw small circles on my back. I 
wiggle away from him as I pose to put eyeliner on. "How can 
you do that? Hold a sharp object so close to your eye." He 
shudders dramatically.
I turn to him with my hands on my hips doing my damnedest 
not to smile. "If you are going to sit in here and bother me we 
are going to be late." I turn back to mirror and continue. 
Mulder chuckles and goes back to stroking my back. "I like 
this color on you." He comments about my dark gray suit. 
"Thank you." He is sucking up already. I wonder why. 
His eyes trail down to my feet and smiles. "I like your shoes 
too." 
"I know you like these." Apparently these are `fuck me shoes', 
they look like ordinary black pumps- maybe a little higher- to 
me. I think he just wants any excuse to use the word `fuck'. I 
pack away my makeup. "Ok, done." 
Mulder glances at his watch. "Wanna go for a quickie before 
work?" He waggles his eyebrows for effect. I already made my 
point about his choice of language. I think his train of 
thought is almost always in one direction. 
"You better keep your mind on your work today." I say as I tug 
him out of the bathroom. "Because I'm going to call you on 
every time you flirt with someone." 
"Jealous, Scully?" He teases as he pulls on his trench coat. 
"Not at all. I just think it's time to claim what's mine." Smiling 
sweetly I walk out the door. 
***** 
That slut Kate Winker is coming on to Mulder again. He hates 
her, with good reason. She is one of those agents who slept 
her way up the ladder and gladly admits it. How do we always 
manage to get stuck in the elevator with her? I really wish she 
would stop touching his arm. Hey Kate, does he LOOK 
interested? I don't think he can press himself back against the 
wall anymore. 
"So. Agent Mulder, have you been on any interesting cases 
lately?" I'm going to puke; she is batting her eyelashes at him 
and tugging on his sleeve. Enough is enough. 
Stepping between Agent Sleeps-around and Mulder, my 
Mulder might I add, I push her hand away and interlock my 
fingers with his. "Are we going to dinner tonight, Mulder?" 
You close your mouth and play along if you know what is 
good for you.
Thank God he catches on. 
Stepping forward to close the space between us he wraps his 
arm, my hand still in his, around my back so I am securely 
pined to him. "I don't know. I was just thinking a evening 
home would be nice."
"Yeah it would." I beam up at him and place a hand 
possessively over his heart for good measure.
Winker lets out an astonished snort and the elevator chimes 
before the doors open.
Mulder takes a step back from me and turns to Whore face 
Winker. "Have a good day Agent. Umm." He searches the 
air for her name dramatically.
"Winpher. Winters.. Winker!" I supply.
Mulder smiles down at me. "Thank you, honey. Have a good 
day Agent Winker." 
With a forced smile and a very audible huff she turns on her 
heel and storms out leaving us alone.
"Now THAT was fun!" Mulder exclaims happily. "But I wasn't 
flirting with her." He defends suddenly.
I hold a hand up to stop him. "I know. I just hate that slut." 
"Ooo. I'm not by any chance going to see a cat fight, is 
there?"
I hope this glare is sufficient to show if he EVER says that 
again he'll be sleeping alone for quite some time. Who am I 
kidding? I can barely make it two days, but he doesn't need to 
know that. 
***** 
"Agent Scully?" 
I stop in the hallway and turn to the familiar yet unknown 
voice. 
"Hello Agent Garlar." Did that sound sincere? I doubt it. I hate 
this guy. I see him once a month he always sneers at me and 
looks me up and down. He's really not bad looking. Blonde, 
hazel eyes, nice build. Just a true asshole. 
"Tough case?"
Huh?
".. I'm sorry?"
He nods towards my legs as we continue down the hall. "You 
are walking a little stiff."
Oh. That. I told Mulder people could tell! 
"Oh no. nothing like that." Now drop it you idiot.
"Work out too hard at the gym? You are in great shape you 
must spend a lot of time there." He looks me up and down. 
Damn security cameras, I would shoot him now if it weren't for 
that. 
I glance down the hall to the pathology lab were I am heading 
to meet Mulder. He is leaning against the wall, hands in his 
pockets staring at his feet. Basically looking like a little boy in 
Armani who's good enough to eat. He glances up at me and 
smiles. With a little push of his shoulder he stands upright and 
starts down the hall to meet me. 
"No. Good sex will do this to a woman." I say without 
meeting Agent Garlar's eyes and smile up at Mulder as he 
walks over to me. 
He gives a quick nod to Agent Garlar, barely looking at him. 
"Hey." He says softly to me. Oh yeah, I could eat him up.
"Hey yourself." I slip under his arm and wrap one of mine 
around his waist. I could really get used to this. "Good bye, 
Agent Garlar." I say, again without looking at him. 
After a few steps Mulder looks down at me. "You are really 
having fun with this aren't you?"
"I'm loving every minute of it." I beam up at him. 
***** 	
The moment we walk back in the office after going out to a late 
lunch I whack Mulder upside the head. "Ow!" And again. 
"Ow! Scul-" And once more. "Fuck!" Rubbing his head he 
stands up from his chair rubbing the back of his head. "What 
the hell was that for?!" 
I cross my arms over my chest and do my damnedest not to 
smile at his shocked pout. "That's for the three times you gave 
the waitress that sly flirty smile. Oh! I almost forgot." Reaching 
out a hand a grip a significant amount of skin on his exposed 
forearm between my thumb and index, and twist. Hard. "That's 
for the wink you gave her." I say over his cry of pain.
Pulling back he rubs his arm. "Damn woman!" 
Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh. "I should do a lot worse! 
In fact I think I will." I lurch towards him. Not that I have any 
idea what I am going to do, but I like seeing him pout. 
He forcefully shoves my hands away and holds up a finger. 
"Stop it, Scully."
Aww he's too serious. "What? Can't take it, can you big 
man?" I playfully jump back and forth in front of him, trying to 
whack him in the arm. 
"Oh I see. It's all fun and games now that I'm fighting back 
huh?" He joins in the little game of dodge we have started. 
I shriek and do my best to escape his long arms. Running 
around his desk I roll his chair out to try and fend him off, he 
rolls it away just as easily. I can't suppress my giggles once he 
has me cornered. "Ok you win! I give up!" I hold me hands out, 
partly to show I'm serious about him winning and partly to 
fend him off.
Shaking his head he laughs. "Oh I don't think so. You walk in 
here all nonchalant then start beating me up without saying 
why. You aren't getting off that easy." 
"Little me? Beating you up? No way." I can't stop giggling.
Mulder looks around at the ceiling tiles, focusing on a light 
fixture. "Hey Spender, or who ever else is watching us at the 
moment, please, please, please send me a tape of Dana Scully 
saying `little me' because I will NEVER hear that again." He 
turns back to me smiling evilly. "Now for you. What, oh what 
should I do to get even?"
"Mulder." I use my best warning voice, but I didn't quite pull it 
off with this huge grin on my face. "Be nice."
He slowly advances on me. "Oh I'll be nice, baby." 
Oh God. He's walking up to me with bedroom eyes and a 
thick voice. He quickly grabs my wrists. At this point I don't 
care, but I struggle for effect. I gasp as he tugs me toward him 
quickly; I come very close to bashing my face into his chest. 
Releasing my hands he wraps his arms around my waist and 
covers my mouth with his. I hum happily against his lips. 
"Hu-hm."
I jump away from Mulder and look at he doorway wiping my 
mouth. Ed for accounting is standing there with our forms from 
our last case looking very amused.
Hello I am Dana Scully and no I am not usually the color of a 
tomato.
Mulder stifles a chuckle and walked up to Ed while I die of 
embarrassment in the back of the office.
***** 
"Dana."
I smile at the younger agent at my side at the water cooler, yes 
the FBI building has a water cooler, and yes people gossip at it 
all the time. "Hi Sherry."
She startles me by taking my upper arms in her hands and 
turning me sharply to her. After I choke on my water I give her 
a questioning look.
"You and Mulder are together."
It's a statement, not a question. So I nod dumbly. I really 
should deny it, but it's impossible. Ed, and everyone else, has 
it all over the place by now. 
Sherry lets out a happy little shriek and hugs me tightly. 
"About time!" Pulling away she looks at me deathly serious. 
"Tell me. He's great in bed isn't he?"
Ok now I'm the color of a fire engine. 
***** 
Two hours after my blush inducing conversation at the water 
cooler and a `quick' stop at forensics I make it back down the 
office. I swing open the office door dramatically. It works. 
sorta. Mulder looks up at with raised brows but I can it is 
about something other then my Kramer-like entrance. 
"Well word certainly travels fast." 
I walk over and lean against his desk with my arms crossed. 
"Tell me about it." 
"I don't want to." He mumbles. After a moment he looks up 
grinning like an idiot. "I guess I don't need that sandwich 
board." 
***** 
Now I am letting myself into Mulder's apartment. He dropped 
me off after work when he had to go meet the Lone Gunmen for 
something and said he would meet me in the morning for 
breakfast. Well damn it, I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see 
him.. Ok so I'm horny as hell. He certainty isn't going to 
complain so I won't hide it. Unfortunately he isn't home yet. 
So I'll just make myself comfortable. Stripping to nothing I pull 
out another one of his ruined shirts and button it up. 
Ok. now to pass the time. Jesus I'm wet already. 
	Sitting back against the pillows on Mulder's bed I 
cross my legs and look up at he reflective mirrors. Yep I look 
aroused all right. All flushed and fidgety. 
I will wait for Mulder. I will wait for Mulder. I will wait for 
Mulder.
Ok maybe just a little. I slide a hand down and tentatively 
touch my damp folds. Oh God that's good. 
No! Stop. I will wait. It might kill me but I'll wait. 
I look around for something to do. There's nothing in here to 
hold my interest. I could watch one of his movies that are 
stacked up in the closet collecting dust, but I doubt that will 
help my situation. 
I rub my legs together slightly, adding some much needed 
pressure to my clit. 
No. IwillwaitforMulder.
I quickly uncross my legs so I'm not tempted and just imagine 
what he might do with me tonight. I could really go for his 
mouth. Or maybe just settle for the main show then wake him 
up nice and early to give it a second go. 
Ok that train of thought isn't helping either. I just need to wait 
and not think of anything at all.
So I wait. 30 minutes. Ok 24 minutes and 38 seconds to be 
exact, before I hear his key in the door. I jump up from the bed 
and wait in the hallway to make sure he didn't bring the 
Gunmen home with him. Those are a few people that don't 
need to see me wet and flushed wearing nothing but Mulder's 
work shirt. And partly to control myself from running up to 
him, tugging on his arm and whining; `Can we have sex now? 
Please? Huh? Can we?'
"Scully?" He calls after I hear the door shut. 
I walk around the corner and smile shyly. Why do I suddenly 
feel like an idiot? 
"Hey, baby." He takes a few steps and closes the distance 
between us pulling me up into a deep kiss. Ok I feel better now. 
He then picks me up into a long calming hug. I relax into his 
embrace and let him lift my feet off the floor, wrapping my arms 
around his neck and burring my face in his warm skin. After a 
moment he some how manages to lift me up into his arms. An 
advantage of being tall I guess, and carries me into the 
bedroom. He pushes back the covers with his foot and places 
me down. After kissing me once again he hovers over my face. 
"I have to go make a phone call."
I groan loudly. 
"It'll take five minutes, tops."
"Ok." I mumble and shift uncomfortably. I am damp and 
swollen and I won't take long to get off if he would just be a 
good boy and comply. 
With a little laugh he kisses me again and cups my sex gently. 
"Oh God. you are so wet." He groans against my lips. 
I reach up and take his face in my hands. "Stay here."
Gently he takes my hands away. "I can't. I have to make this 
call before its too late. I'll be right back. Just relax."
I grumble and watch him stand and walk out into the living 
room. I only hear half the conversation on the phone. I know I 
should be listening. I'm sure its something important but my 
whole body is one pleasant throb that I'm just dying to touch. 
He comes back in pulling off his jacket and tie 6 minutes and 4 
seconds later. He flips off the light so the room is only dimly lit 
by the streetlights. Stripping to the nude he sits next to me on 
the bed and strokes my side. "Can we take this off?" He runs a 
finger down the buttons of his shirt. I nod, lying limp on the 
bed from a severe case of over-arousal. He flicks the buttons 
open one by one exposing my sensitized skin to the cool air. I 
lift up slightly and he pulls the shirt away. As I lay back down 
he runs his hands over my body slowly. He knows not to just 
start grabbing me. No better why to make a woman 
uncomfortable then to start pawing at her. "I got you 
something." He whispers.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm Hmm. Close your eyes and I'll go get it." Smiling I do as 
asked and wiggle around to relax into the bed. I moment later 
he settles himself in the middle of the bed next to me. "Keep 
your eyes closed." He requests softly. 
I jump when I feel something running over my belly. It's 
smooth and cool. "What is that?" I whisper hoarsely when he 
runs it on the inside of my thigh. My legs part on their own. I 
jerk upward when he places it gently on my clit, moving in slow 
circles. "Mulder?"
"I had it with me last night. I was going to give it to you then 
but I couldn't stand it after I saw you touching yourself. That 
drives me crazy." He growls in my ear. "So I settled for the 
hand cuffs. I didn't think you would actually go for it. God that 
turned me on. Then when you let me touch you here." He 
pressed the object against my anus for a spilt second before 
returning it to my clit. "That was amazing." 
I swallow roughly, my hips starting a counter rhythm to his. 
"What is it?"
"Reach down here and find out." Mischief and arousal are 
coating his voice, making it thick and deep. 
I move a heavy hand down until I find his arm. I follow his 
elbow to his hand, then lower until I wrap my fingers around 
the object. Must be six or seven inches long, two inches or so 
in diameter, plastic. I blot upright. "Mulder! That's a vibrator!" 
"I know that." He says with humor. Noting my hesitance he 
gently pushes me back down in the bed, laying half on top of 
me with a leg between mine. "I won't use it if you don't want 
me to. But I'd like to give it a try." He holds it out to me. "Here. 
Take it." I roll the thing around in my hands for a moment 
perfectly aware of the fact that I am rubbing myself up against 
his thigh. 
"How do you turn it on?" I ask after some time.
"You turn the end here." He twisted the very end until a slight 
click and it jumps to life in a calm, almost relaxing vibration. 
After another moment he turns it again and the vibrations 
move up a notch. He chuckles at my little `oh' of surprise. 
"Three speeds." He informs softly. He turns it to the highest 
and the vibrations run through my arms. After a few moments 
he turns it off. "I'll stop whenever you ask me to. I'll go slow." 
Pulling the vibrator from my hand he rolls off of me and gently 
places it against my clit. 
"Don't turn it on yet."
"I wont." He presses hard against me in small circles. I moan 
loudly. I can't help it. "You are so worked up tonight." He 
comments.
I smile in remembrance. "Yeah. I think it's from work today."
He chuckles and slides it down to my opening, just resting it 
slightly inside of me. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He 
slides it in another inch. 
"Don't stop." I whisper. 
After that he presses it fully into me. I gasp; it's strange. I 
don't think I would like it if he weren't here doing it to me. He 
moves it steadily in and out of me. My hips are encouraging 
him by moving faster. 
"Oh God."
"Relax and let it happen, baby."
I nod just as a calm yet satisfying orgasm comes over me. "Oh 
Mulder." When I regain my breathing to feel him running his 
hand through my hair. The vibrator resting wet and cold 
against my thigh.
"That take some of the edge off?" 
I open my eyes and nod. "Thank you, I need that."
He gives me that smile that always makes me worry. "Well we 
aren't done yet." Looking me up and down he contemplates. 
"Can you roll on your side and face me, sweetheart?"
I nod and face him, settling myself against the pillow we are 
now sharing. He pulls my leg over his hip, the cold air causing 
me to shift uncomfortably. He soothes me by stroking my hip 
to my bent knee for a moment. 
"Ok?"
I nod and let my eyes close in my fuzzy aroused little world. I 
feel him reach for the vibrator, then runs it up and down the 
inside of my thigh. With some fumbling he turns it on the 
lowest level. My eyes fly open at the strange feeling of it 
against my skin. He is watching me closely, looking for any 
sign to stop. I give him a small reassuring smile. Moving 
slowly he presses the tapered tip against my clit. My eyes slip 
shut and I whimper. Oh God this thing is good. I know I am 
moaning constantly, I don't really care. I move towards 
Mulder, placing my head in the crock of his neck, an arm 
around his waist. There, that's better. 
"Are you close again?" 
"Yes." I pant out. Damn this thing works fast. 
The contact falters for a moment as Mulder struggles to turn it 
up with one hand. He grunts as I bite down on his shoulder to 
keep from screaming like a banshee. He begins hard little 
circles on my clit. My head snaps back and I moan as a strong 
pulse rushes through me, focused on that small bundle of 
nerves. I struggle to get an arm between us to push away the 
vibrator. 
"Too much." I groan.
"Sorry." Mulder whispers and rubs his nose into my hair. I'm 
barely aware of him placing the vibrator at my opening. 
"Oh God that feels good." I mumble into his neck. 
"You want me to put it in you?" He teases my opening with 
small circles. 
"Please. Yes." I have barely had time to come down for my last 
one. I can tell he doesn't care. 
He eases it into my body. I groan as the vibrations echo 
through my spine. Just as I become accustomed to the feeling 
Mulder turns it to its highest setting. The feeling travels 
through my spine. I barely have time to register what is 
happening before another stronger climax knocks me on my 
ass, so to speak. I thrash about on the bed, hopefully not 
giving Mulder a concussion in the process. Until I lay 
motionless. Mulder pulls that blessed vibrator out of me and 
turns it off, leaving the only sound in the room my heaving 
breathing. 
"Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll clean you up after I take care of 
myself." He moves to get up but I stop him with a hand on his 
arm.
"Stay here and do it." I slowly manage to pry my eyes open to 
find his shut in concentration as he takes himself in hand. 
After he picks up a rhythm, which is pretty fast the poor guy 
had to wait so long, I reach down slowly for the vibrator. I can 
tell he is already close by the way he is swallowing over and 
over. I flip the vibrator on to the second speed and quickly 
nestle it between his balls.
"Fuck." He hisses out. Biting his lip he lets out a guttural 
groan and his release is hot and wet against my stomach. 
To my surprise I manage to turn off the vibrator and drop it 
behind me and off the bed. 
We lay quiet for some time before I feel Mulder shift off the 
bed. He comes back a moment later.
"Roll over, honey." 
I do, with my eyes still closed. He gentle wipes my stomach 
and between my legs with a warm damp towel. I hum softly, he 
doesn't do this very often but I love it. So intimate, so calming. 
In another moment he settles back in bed with me, tugging me 
away from the wet spot I created and into the sheets warmed 
from where he was laying. I hum once again and curl myself 
against his chest. I love this man.
End.?
Ok so I got carried away. Please let me know what you think 
and if I should keep going with this little series! Thanks!

Title: Possessions 3
Author: Angel JumperChick@aol.com
Feeding: Yes! You think I should keep going? Send me ideas 
and motivation!
Rating: NC-17!!!!
Classification: MRS smut, smut, smut.
Summery: Mulder is in a bad mood and Scully must punish 
him. Go Scully!
Note: Not necessary to read the first two, but they are at my 
home page and Ephemeral
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Disclaimer: Would Chris Carter, Fox network, and 1013 let these 
characters do something like this? We can only dream! No 
infringement intended. 
Spoilers: Monday. That's about it I guess. You just need to 
know that Mulder has a mirror on his no-longer-waterbed-bed. 
=)
Possessions 3
Scully is lying in bed starring up at her reflection. Groaning she 
stretched her arms over her head. With freshly stretched 
muscles she turned on to her side and looked at Mulder. With 
great focus he was flipping through stations with the remote in 
his left hand, his right slung behind him cradling his head. 
With a sigh she looked from him to the TV. He had settled on a 
movie that he had first started watching a half-hour ago when 
he got out of the shower, both of them had seen it bordering at 
a dozen times. Reaching a hand out Scully traced the skin of 
his upturned arm, elbow to the waistband of his boxers. 
Watching his face as she did this she saw his brow crinkle 
slightly. 
What do I have to do? Strip and dance in front of the TV to 
get his attention? Scully thought with annoyance. Moving her 
hand from where it rested against his boxers she traced his 
belly button with her middle finger. He ignored her completely. 
Frowning Scully pulled her hand away and watched him until 
he turned his head to look at her. "Something the matter?" His 
voice was coated with annoyance.
"I was just wondering when you were going to turn that off." 
She used her sweetest most inviting tone.
He turned back to the TV. "When it's over." His tone was 
decidedly not sweet and uninviting. 
Oook. Scully rolled over so her back was too him, deciding she 
might as well go to sleep if she wasn't going to get lucky 
tonight. Maybe in the morning, she thought hopefully. 
Settling herself into the bed she tried to tug the covers over 
her shoulders. They wouldn't budge. Looking over her 
shoulder; "Honey. can you get up for a second so I can get 
the covers out from under you." 
With an annoyed sigh he leaned his upper body up and 
yanked the covers out, leaving them bunched in the center of 
the bed. 
Scully smoothed then out over her and closed her eyes. She 
comfortable and close to sleep, but the sounds of the movie 
penetrated her brain no matter how hard she tried to ignore 
them. "Mulder, can you turn that down a little?"
"If I turn it down I won't be able to hear it." 
Scully couldn't believe the smug tone in his voice, but she 
decided to swallow her pride and ignore it. "Could you go in 
the living room then?"
"I believe this is my home and if I'd like to watch TV in my 
bedroom I will, thank you."
Scully couldn't stifle the hitched gasp of surprise that left her 
throat. That hurt. That really hurt. Trying to control her 
emotions she swallowed roughly, but a sob was released 
anyway. After all the annoying things he had done in their 
months together in her apartment she never once said 
anything harsh. 
"Shit!" Mulder hissed at himself. Rolling over he wrapped an 
arm around her waist and placed his face in her hair. "I'm 
sorry."
"It's ok." She whispered. "I'm going to go home." She moved 
to get up but he held her down gently. 
"No. Don't go. I was being a prick."
"Yes you were." She strained out, the anger winning over the 
hurt. "You have been all evening."
He let out a long sigh against her neck before placing an even 
longer kiss there. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." 
She didn't know what to say. She was mad, but she didn't 
want to be mad. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her 
hands as Mulder pushed her hair away to look at her face.
"Sweetheart?"
"What?" It came out harsher then she meant it to. 
"I'm really sorry." 
"You already said that." She pushed herself away from him, 
grabbing her bathrobe off the end of the bed. As she was tying 
the knot Mulder took her by the waist and turned her towards 
him. She focused on the floor, not his eyes. With a strong tug 
he pulled her down so she straddled his stomach. 
"Scully? Look at me please."
"What?" She mumbled as she met his puppy dog eyes. "Don't 
look at me like that Mulder."
His expression turned serious as he reached over to flick the 
TV off. "What can I do to make this better again?" 
Scully just gave a little shrug and drew an abstract pattern on 
his chest with her fingertips.
"You can do anything you want. Punch me, kick me out of bed 
for the night-"
"Castrate you." She interrupted. 
He snorted and shook his head. "Anything but that." He 
rubbed his palms up and down her thighs.
"Anything?" She whispered slowly as she pulled the silk belt 
out of her bathrobe.
"Uh huh." Mulder's eyes never left the strip of cloth as she ran 
it through her hands. 
"Ok." She said brightly, too brightly he noticed. "Arms up." 
When she pointed to the headboard and held up the belt. 
Mulder groaned. Carefully she secured his wrists, tugging to 
be sure he wouldn't get free. "Comfy?"
"Extremely." He thrust his hips up to press his erection against 
her back. 
"None of that, you were not a good boy and I'm going to make 
you suffer." Smiling evilly she slide forward on his stomach 
slightly. Leaning down she kissed him harshly, the moment he 
made a move to kiss back she pulled away. Mulder tipped his 
head forward to find her lips. With her palm on his forehead 
she held him down and continued to kiss him. Every time he 
reacted she would pull away and pause. Due to the lack of 
blood in his brain it took him a moment to catch on.
When Scully finally pulled away she was breathless. "Now 
that's a good boy." 
"What's my reward?" 
Biting her lips, Scully looked at the wall behind him in mock 
thought. Turning back to him she quickly pulled his boxers off. 
Tossing them over the end of the bed she took in the slight of 
his erection for a moment then slowly looked back up at him.
"Oh, Scully. Don't look at me like that." 
She smiled and pulled her robe, one of Mulder's old dress shirt 
and panties off in almost one movement. She sat herself back 
down on Mulder's stomach, her damp center leaving a hot wet 
brand above his navel. Leaning forward with her hands on his 
shoulder she stared intently at him "Are you going to tell me 
what is stuck up your ass tonight?" When he hesitated she 
rubbed herself on him reminding him who was in control. 
He shrugged as best he could with his arms pinned over his 
head. "I don't know. I guess I'm just a sorry son of a bitch." 
"Ahh. Finally; words of reason from Fox Mulder." Leaning 
forward she pressed her lips against his. Allowing him to kiss 
back, their tongues tangled. As he became more confidant she 
made herself pull away. He wasn't forgiven yet.
Slowly Scully rose up on her knees, backing over his erection. 
Mulder instinctively arched toward her. I've got him. She 
thought triumphantly and sank down onto his hardness. 
Closing her eyes she tilted her head back and moved steadily 
on him. The pace was comfortable yet aggravating, keeping 
herself in check as not to speed up. For her own enjoyment she 
leaned down to his face, Mulder quickly took a nipple into his 
mouth, suckling hard. When he began to scrap his teeth over 
her sensitive flesh she jerked upright, not wanting him to get 
any control over the situation and something like that would 
do it. Clenching her teeth she focused on Mulder's movements 
and noises to judge how close he was. Unfortunately she was 
very close along with him. One more stroke. Then I have to 
stop! With a small strangled noise she hauled herself off of him 
and landing in a panting heap by his side.
"Scully!" Mulder choked out, his hips thrusting into the air 
desperate for contact. Falling limp back to the bed he begged 
her, "Oh, baby. don't do this." 
Leaning next to his ear she whispered to him, "It's my cunt and 
I'll let who or what I want into it when ever I choose, thank 
you."
He groaned a painfully regretful groan. 
"Did you think I was gonna let you off the easy?" She asked 
slipping off the bed.
"Where are you going?" He asked panicked. 
She yanked open the bottom dresser draw. "Just getting 
something."
Craning his head he saw what she was doing. "Oh no. Scully 
this torture!"
Grinning she sat down not to his head, vibrator in hand. 
"That's the point my darling." She took the two pillows that 
weren't propping his head up to the end of the bed. Kicking 
his legs apart she settled herself down, mirroring his position 
with her legs bent and on the outside of his. Giving him a 
perfect view of her sex. 
"Scully. Sweetheart, this isn't funny." He mumbled not 
looking at her face but at her flushed and glistening sex. 
She just murmured wordlessly in response and slipped the 
vibrator easily into her body. She didn't turn it on, as she 
wanted to hear Mulder's ragged breathing. She was doing this 
for a reason after all; to make him suffer.
And suffer he did.
With a happy wordless sound she took the vibrator in her left 
hand and stroked it slowly in and out of her body. It wasn't as 
large as Mulder, her internal walls clenched around it trying to 
gain more contact. Becoming more and more frustrated that her 
plan was turning on her she angled the tip of the vibrator up 
against her pubic bone. Immediately she gasped at the contact. 
Her body buzzed and burned. She had found that place that 
only Mulder had before. Never on her own could she hold up 
the stimulus from the awkward angle using her fingers. An 
ache was already forming even with the vibrator. She put the 
pinching pain out of her mind and continued to move, only 
faster and rougher. Rougher then Mulder ever would have 
dared on his own. 
Mulder was captivated. 
The sight of Scully touching herself was always arousing, but 
he had never heard this extent of noise from her. She was 
twisting relentlessly on the bed. Mulder locked his legs apart 
as she strained her feet on the outside of her knees. Suddenly 
she stopped. He knew she hadn't come yet. Her breathing was 
ragged and she looked frustrated.
Letting her hand rest as long as she could stand, Scully 
brought her right hand to her clit. She moved harshly. Rubbing 
her clit in time with the strong scrape of the vibrator against 
her body. The orgasm was building. She felt it start deep in her 
belly. It was going to be good. Hard and long. With a moan 
she arched off the bed and increased the pace.
"Almost, almost, almost." She whispered out without realizing 
it.
Mulder swallowed thickly as the light form a passing car 
caught the wetness seeping from Scully's body. He was 
painfully hard. Pointlessly he tugged on the belt holding his 
wrists. It wouldn't budge. 
"Oh God!" Scully moaned loudly as the orgasm hit. She 
stopped moving the vibrator, her index finger passing feather 
light of her hard clit, as she arched off the bed. The pluses 
passed over her, random and desperate for the first few 
seconds, then rhythmic and diminishing in intensity. 
With bed squeaked as she collapsed back down. Her hands 
shook, her skin felt tight and hot over her liquefied bones. She 
lay for a few minutes hearing nothing but the blood pounding 
in her ears, her breathing harsh and forced. Finally feeling back 
to herself she let the vibrator fall from her hand and off the bed, 
her other hand resting on Mulder's calf. After even a few more 
minutes she managed to open her eyes.
The look on Mulder's face terrified her in the most erotic way. 
It was nothing less then animal lust. Her eyes drifted from his 
face his cock. She could almost see the throbbing. 
With a deep breath she hosting her spent body onto all fours 
and crawled over to him. 
"God, Scully." He breathed out in response to her little show. 
She gave him a satisfied smile and quickly licked the thin 
stream of precum from the root of his cock to the head. He 
cursed and thrust toward her. 
Blindly she reached up and tugged on the knot of the belt as 
she took him deeply into her mouth; her body too boneless to 
participate anymore then this. 
Mulder's hands immediately flew to her body, ignoring the 
tingle of his limbs and focusing on the painful ache of his, and 
her, favorite appendage. One hand gripped the back of her 
neck and the other one of her arms. The feeling was too 
intense for his brain to control his thrusting into her mouth. 
Scully took it in stride, setting a relaxed counter rhythm. 
"Oh fuck, Scully!" Mulder cried and pounded up into her. He 
came hard and fast. The release came from deep in his spin. 
Breathless he fell against the mattress.
Lazily Scully wiped the remains of him from her lips and 
flopped to the side of him, breathless from her throat being 
otherwise occupied. 
"Are you sorry now?" Scully asked after a few minutes, rolling 
to lean on his chest. 
Eyes still closed he nodded quickly.
"Aren't you appreciative that I got you off instead of leaving 
you tied all night like I was very tempted to?"
He nodded faster then before. 
"That's what I thought." Smiling as smugly as her tired 
muscles would let her she let her head fall to his chest with a 
dull thud.
The end. =)
Hehe. I got carried away AGAIN. This turned out shorter 
then I thought it would. oh well! So what did you think? 
More? Or should I stop now? Let me know! But whatever you 
do! Don't let my mother read these!!! *shudders at thought*

Title: Possessions 4
Author: JumperChick@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Classification: MSR, Smut, and a little H (I hope)
Disclaimer: Following characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 
and Fox. No $ being made!
Summery: Scully is creative. 4th of a series available at 
Ephemeral and my home page:
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Feedback and author's note: Thank you everyone for 
encouraging this embarrassing series I have started! Just 
because I didn't use someone's suggestion this time doesn't 
mean I wont! I have them all written down and I will use them. 
Please send any and all comments! 
 
"Oh my God. Scully, you aren't going to believe this." Mulder 
walks in from the living room to where I am in the bedroom.
"What?" I ask halfheartedly. He was just on the phone with 
the Lone Gunmen and I'm pretty sure whatever he has to say is 
going to about work, in one way or another. 
"Langly has a girlfriend." 
Ok I don't believe it. Well no, that's not fair. I guess he is 
appealing. in his own way. to a certain woman. "Really?"
He flops down on the bed barely missing the papers I have 
spread out. I know, its Saturday afternoon and I am working. 
It's a habit now. "Imagine that.. Langly as a boyfriend. They 
have been dating for a couple months now." He pauses 
shaking his head. "He just doesn't seem like the boyfriend 
type."
"Oh and this is coming from Cosmo's boyfriend of the year's 
spitting image."
He rolls onto his side to look, actually glare at me. "I seem to 
remember a certain someone saying I am a very good 
boyfriend."
I shrug. "You have your moments." 
With a defeated sigh he rolls back over. "Well they are all 
coming over tonight, so we can see boyfriend Langly in 
action." 
"Oh I can't wait." Yes, I was being sarcastic. I can think of 
many things I'd rather be doing on a Saturday night then 
watch those three wackos and a new female wacko talk about 
computer games and the latest Magic card release. No thank 
you. Maybe I'll just lock myself in Mulder's bedroom and read. 
 
 
 
I can't remember the last time Mulder was so excited to meet 
someone. I'm not jealous, but I didn't appreciate the way he let 
go of me while we were kissing when there was a knock on the 
door. Thanks babe, love ya too. 
The Gunmen and a, whoa, normal looking woman walk in 
carrying pizzas and beer. Lots of beer actually. 
"Ah, Agent Scully." Frohike walks up to me leering. When will 
he give up?
"Hi Frohike."
"Scully, Mulder." Wow Langly looks nervous. "I'd like you to 
meet Linda." 
Yadda, yadda, yadda. We make small talk over pizza and beer. 
Turns out Linda is a computer engineer, I know, no surprise. 
She's very nice. I haven't met a woman I can to talk to so 
relaxed and openly in a long time. We discussed our jobs, our 
families, and now our sex lives. I am vaguely aware that I don't 
want to know how Langly is in the sack, but I am also drunk. 
I'm usually not a beer drinker. For this same reason; I get to 
liking the taste and I don't stop. Plus the pizza I had was 
pepperoni. I'm thirty damn it. 
"I'll get us some more beers." I say to Linda and barely manage 
to stand. After a few failed attempts and a following fit of 
giggles I stagger into the kitchen to retrieve the beers in 
question. 
I kick closed the refrigerator door and turn, ramming face to 
chest with Mulder. "Hey baby." I grin up at him stupidly when 
he takes my arms in his hands to settle my swaying. 
"Hey. Listen Scully, I think you have had enough of these." 
He moves to take the beers from my hands but I twist away 
slightly.
"Oh shut up. You and the guys are yaking about some damn 
conspiracy so Linda and I are getting to know each other." 
He bends down to meet me eyes with an amused expression. 
"Jealous?"
"You can only dream. I happen to be having a very good time 
getting-"
"Drunk." He interrupts. I was actually going to say spending 
time with another intelligent female. 
Balancing the bottles under one arm, carefully by the way, I 
poke him in the chest with my now free hand. "If I am correct 
you have had at least as many as I have."
He still looks very amused. "Yes, but I am also seventy five 
pounds bigger then you."
How to handle this one.. I turn around, open the fridge and 
pull out four, maybe five- I really don't know, more beers. 
"Here." I shove them clumsily into his hands. "Drink those real 
fast and we will be caught up." 
He lets out a snort and shakes his head. "You are impossible 
sometimes." Leaning down he kisses me deeply. His tongue 
sliding through my numbed lips to stoke mine. I reach up the 
wrap my arms around his neck but weight of the beers in my 
hands remind me why I came in here. 
Pulling away enough to break contact with his lips and get up 
in my toes to place a sweet kiss on his nose. "I've learned from 
the best."
Without another word I walk back out into the living room and 
plop down on the floor, passing Linda her beer. "Sorry that 
took so long. Mulder was just concerned I have been drinking 
too much tonight." I am finding this very amusing. 
"You do look pretty wasted Scully." 
I turn, mouth agape. "Thank you for the insight, Byers."
"Always the word of reason." Linda comments with a raised 
bottle.
Oh goody, a toast! I raise mine and clumsily clink them 
together before taking a drink. I hear Mulder chuckle as I drip 
some onto my sweater. "Oh damn." I say looking down. I don't 
mind the taste of beer one bit, but the smell is completely 
another story. I stare at the wet spot for a moment before 
pulling the sweater over my head. Now don't worry, I have a 
little camisole on underneath. 
Frohike whistles from his spot on the couch. Mulder shakes 
his head with silent laughter. Byers and Langly just look 
confused. And Linda, my new friend Linda, giggles. 
"Ok Scully." Mulder walks over and tries to take my beer. "I 
seriously think you should stop now before you do something 
you'll regret."
Clutching the cold bottle to my chest I look up at him with 
raised brows. Wow. he's really tall. Of course I am sitting on 
the floor. "Oh and what would I do that I might regret?"
He laughs and shakes his head. "I don't know." 
Reaching up I tug on his hand, pulling him down to sit with me. 
"That's what I thought." I lean back happily against him 
perfectly aware that he is drinking my beer. That's fine, there 
are plenty more in the kitchen. Of course I would have to get 
up to get them. damn it.
Linda and I sit and exchange college stories after I made the 
comment that I hadn't been this drunk from beer since then. I 
slowly become aware to the fact that none of the males are 
speaking. They are sitting in various locations listening to us. I 
can tell Mulder is aroused by some of the crazy stories we 
share. I can read him a mile away; his eyes are slightly glassy, 
he is blinking slowly, swallowing often, that and I can see the 
slight bulge in his jeans. 
A while later, after we have reached the `I love you Linda' `I 
love you too Dana' drunk stage, Linda gets up to retrieve more 
beer, I follow her. There's something I want to ask her about.
 
 
Do you have any idea how easy it is to act really really drunk 
when you are already really drunk? Pretty damn easy. Now I 
want to record to show that I know what I am doing. I won't 
regret this. I have even planned it. Well as planned as you can 
get for a three minute conversation by drunk giggling middle 
aged women. 
I lean in close the Linda. I know we are being watched, hell 
that's the whole plan. Linda and I start whispering to each 
other. Basically making fun of the four men drooling at our 
closeness.
I have never understood that attraction men have to two 
women being together. I really don't get it. I certainly don't 
find the idea of Mulder with a man appealing. Actually it kind 
of makes me sick to my stomach. That and the enormous 
amount of beer swimming in my gut. 
As planned both Linda and I make a show of chugging a good 
portion of the beer we hold. 
"Hey Scully?" Hehe. Mulder seriously sounds worried.
"What Mulder?" Yes I am slurring, unfortunately that's not 
part of the plan, but hell it helps. I don't bother looking at him, 
Linda and I are too busy starring at each other.
Mulder whispers something to the Gunmen, which I can't hear, 
before speaking to me. "It's pretty late, the guys are going to 
head out now."
"That's good." I stifle laughter as Linda meets eyes again. 
With a small grin I lean into her, quickly filling the tiny space 
between us. If it weren't for the alcohol cursing through my 
body I would have jumped at the unusual sensation of female 
lips against mine. Linda and I quickly open our mouths to one 
another, plunging our tongues together. At least one male from 
the couch makes a strangled gasp. We make out for probably a 
good minute before I pull away and burst into laughter before I 
even look at Mulder. Linda and I look to the opposite side of 
the room together. Then we seriously start to laugh. All four of 
them are starring at us with mouths open, flushed faces and. 
a situation. They would probably say something if they had 
any blood left in their brains. 
"Oh God! Mulder if you could see your face!" I blurt out 
before falling backwards onto the floor and continue laughing. 
Linda says something along the same lines to Langly. "Ok 
Dana, we are gonna go. That was fun." Linda calls as she 
stands, still laughing. 
The Gunmen file out while I lay on the floor clutching my 
stomach in laughing pains. I am vaguely aware that Mulder is 
kneeling beside me. With a lot of focus I force my eyes open. 
My laughter dies quickly, but my smile remains. Mulder is 
looking at me with the hungriest expression I have ever seen. 
"You think you are funny don't you?" He asks softly.
Biting my lip to hold in giggles I nod. 
"You think kissing another woman in front of me was a good 
idea?"
I consider that for a moment. "Not necessarily a good idea, no. 
But it was fun." I struggle for a moment to sit up before Mulder 
places a hand under my back and easily lifts me upright. 
"Tell me Scully. Have you ever kissed a women before?"
I nod. Yes I have. A friend of mine, we were twelve and wanted 
to practice for the valentine's dance we both had dates to in 
grade school, but he didn't ask for details. I doubt that even 
counts, I wouldn't have. There was no tongue and it lasted 
about four seconds. 
"Have you. have you even been with a woman?"
I shake my head. 
He looks relieved and disappointed at the same time.
"Why did you do that?"
I smile sweetly at him. "I wanted to see what you would do if I 
did kiss her.. So what are you going to do?"
He leans in very close. His hot breath is against my lips, I can 
smell his fading cologne and his wonderfully male scent. "I am 
going to fuck your brains out."
"Oh God." If it is possible to have a tiny orgasm from just 
words, I think I did. My inner muscles clenched violently for a 
moment and a flood of wetness was just added to the pool 
between my thighs. 
Mulder, almost roughly, pulls me to my feet. He backs me 
quickly up to the wall behind us and presses his hips into 
mine, thrusting desperately as he pulls his shirt over his head. I 
don't move as he reaches for my shirt. Maybe I should have 
because I hear the ripping of material as he pulls the camisole 
over my head. 
"Fuck." He hisses out after seeing I don't have anything on 
underneath. Dropping it his knees he suckles my breasts 
strongly as he unbuttons my jeans. He yanks them and my 
panties down. I kick them away with his help. "Spread your 
legs." He orders in a think rough voice. 
I do as told. 
And he bits me. 
There are no two ways about it. He spreads my labia and takes 
my clit between his teeth for a split second. The moment I cried 
out he stood up and torn off his jeans before pressing his 
body against mine and shoving a hand roughly between my 
legs. He doesn't stroke me, or finger me. He just moves all four 
of his fingers around collecting my fluids. 
"Did you get this wet from kissing her?"
I shake my head trying to breathe properly. "That is for you, 
Mulder. Always for you."
"Damn right." He grabs my clit between his thumb and 
forefinger. 
I cry out as my knees give out.
"I've got you." He whispers in my ear as I clutch his 
shoulders. His tone is tender and compassionate, the complete 
opposite of his last words. Those were of power and 
domination. 
I whimper softly as he releases me and turns me around. My 
palms slap against the wall as he pushes up into me without 
waiting. 
"You are mine." He whispers hotly.
I nod and rest my left cheek against the cold wall. It soothes 
some of the heat throbbing through my body as Mulder slams 
into me over and over. The angle is rough; he pushes against 
my pubic bone with each pass. My belly feels like it is on fire, 
with each stroke he both soothes and provokes that fire. 
"Say it." Thrust. "Say you are mine." Thrust. "Say it baby." 
Thrust. 
With a deep breath I focus. Thrust. "I-" Thrust. "I'm-oh!" 
Thrust. 
"Say it!" Hard thrust.
I want to cry in agony. I want this release but I know he wont 
let me have it until I say it. But damn it, talking isn't very easy 
right now.
Thrust. "I'm you-" Thrust. "I'm yours." Thrust.
"Yes. That's my girl." Thrust.
"I've always-" Thrust. "Been yours." Thrust. "Always." 
Thrust. "And forever." Thrust. "Oh Mulder!" 
He turns my face with one hand on my chin while the other 
holds my hips still enough for him to ram in at the odd angle 
our height causes. His tongue forces its way into my mouth. 
Stroking and mimicking his lower body movements which have 
become faster and sloppy. I want to kiss him back. But my 
mouth isn't mine anymore. It's Mulder's. I can't control 
anything it does or that is done with it. 
I tear myself away desperately. My head snaps back and I yell 
out Mulder's name louder then ever as I come all around his 
cock. 
He barely manages to hold me up long enough to thrust in a 
few more times before releasing hot and wet into my own 
heated wetness. 
We both fall to the floor in a tangled heap trying to breathe. 
After some long moments I turn onto my stomach and rest my 
head on his chest, looking up at his flushed face. With a stated 
smile he runs his hand through my hair before closing his eyes 
again.
When will this man realize I am his?
I hope he never does.
I love proving it to him.
The end.
I know, I know, crappy character development. Linda barely 
said anything at all. actually hardly anyone said anything. 
Well I wrote it in one night. I had an urge and an idea so I went 
with it. Hopefully my next part will be more interesting. Let me 
know what you think!

Title: Possessions 5
Author: Angel 
Email: jumperchick@aol.com
Disclaimer: Would CC let them do this? I didn't think so. These 
characters are property of 1013, Fox network, yadda yadda. 
Rating: NC-17, MSR Scully POV.
Summery: 5th in a series. All you need to know is that M&S 
have lots of sex. Not much else to it =).
Feedback: You bet! Tell me what you want in Possessions 6 
and you'll get it!
Homepage: For the other 4 parts: 
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"Possessions 5"
Have you ever felt like your heart is growing and breaking at 
the same time? That's how I feel right now.
It's 2:30 on a Saturday morning. Mulder is laying in my bed. I 
am watching him sleep. I love watching him sleep. He looks 
beautiful. Before I met Mulder I never thought a man could 
look beautiful, handsome: yes, gorgeous: of course, sexy: 
many men. But Mulder is only one who is all that and beautiful. 
Simply beautiful. 
He is laying on his back, face towards me. The sheet is tangled 
around his nude body, one foot sticking out off the side of the 
bed. One hand resting on his stomach the other reaching 
towards me, palm up. His hair is tousled from my hands 
running through it, some falling onto his forehead. His lips still 
swollen and slightly open. And he smells of sex.
Absolutely beautiful. 
Watching him like this makes my heart grow. Painfully large. 
I love him so much, it is sometimes impossible to breathe. 
Why is my heart breaking you ask? Because I don't have 
enough room in it for all of this man. I've tried. Damn it I have 
tried. I've squished and shoved the contents around. I've even 
kicked out a few old residents. But he keeps on moving in. 
Everyday I learn something about him that needs to be filed 
away in my heart. So my heart is just at its breaking point. And 
damn it, if it isn't the greatest thing I've ever experienced.
So everyday my heart grows a little bit more. Causing this 
crack that is forming in the side to spread. I need to find a way 
to plaster it closed before something happens. 
Today my heart grew for the fact that he didn't make fun of me 
for keeping the My Little Pony dolls I had when a kid. He 
laughed yes, but it was `that is so cute that you kept them' 
laugh. Then, without teasing but with honest interest, he asked 
me which was my favorite and so on. 
Yesterday it was that he when he went to the grocery store he 
bought things for me. I'm not talking about fat free milk or Ben 
& Jerry's ice cream. I mean the shampoo that I usually bring on 
my own, a replacement razor, Caress soap, and tampons. Fox 
Mulder bought me tampons without being asked. He said he 
noticed I was running out of these things so he got them and 
knew I would need them soon. I got all teary eyed. At first he 
was worried that he pushed too hard, presuming that I would 
be staying all the time, like I don't already. But I told him to 
shut up and kissed him. It has to be the sweetest thing any 
man has ever done. 
So that's why I am awake at 2:38 on Saturday morning. 
Because this man is making my heart overflow. And it that isn't 
the most wonderful thing in the world I don't know what is. 
But I do need to sleep. Why. cause our weekend usually 
consists of sex, sex, sex, some food, and more sex. This calls 
for some chamomile tea.
Slowly and as silently as possible I slide out of bed and 
wander on sleepy legs into the kitchen. I tried not to wake 
Mulder, but I doubt if it worked. His sleeping has become 
much more stable since we've been together. He doesn't jolt 
awake at the smallest noise, he doesn't have nightmares as 
often. But he isn't a sound sleeper. But then neither am I. The 
moment I hear him come in my apartment I jump out of bed and 
go running. Pathetic huh? I have never been so open in a 
relationship before. Of course I never wanted to run to meet a 
man when he couldn't come over in the middle of the night 
either. It's not just for the sex either that I come running. I just 
love wrapping my arms around him. You see. he's mine. And 
I claim him every moment I can. 
I place the kettle on the stove and hear the soft slap of 
Mulder's bare feet against the hard wood floor. I turn and lean 
against the counter and he stumbles in rubbing his face and 
tousled hair. He's wearing the boxers I bought him, they are 
white with little lobsters all over them. He was concerned at 
first about having so many little claws near such an important 
place. I just thought they were cute.
He looks pretty cute right now. All rumpled and sleepy. 
Nothing out of the ordinary I guess. But after so many years of 
being alone for the most part little things like this are amazing 
to me. Like spending a lazy Saturday on the couch then turning 
to him and saying "Honey, what do you want for lunch 
today?" As usual he would reply with the request of a 
sandwich. I would follow by smiling sweetly and saying to 
make me while he was at it. These funny little moments have 
brought part of me back to life. Woken my heart. 
"Everything all right?" Mulder asks as he pins me against the 
counter with his warm body, his arms on either side of me, his 
face in the crook of his neck.
"Mmm Hmm." My fingers dance over the smooth muscles of 
his arms and back. "I just couldn't sleep." I give him a little 
push away from me. "Go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute."
Grumbling he wraps his arms around my waist, his face still in 
my neck. "I'll be waiting." With an opened mouth kiss he 
leaves me. 
Leaves me. bad choice of words. He would never leave me. 
We can't survive without one another. It's really a simple fact. 
With my hot tea I go back into the bedroom, already feeling 
sleepier. I place my mug on the bedside table and crawl in. It 
takes Mulder about three seconds to wrap me in his arms. 
"You sure you are ok?"
I kiss his forehead were it rests on my shoulder. "Yeah. 
Everything is perfect."
He shifts and snuggles up against me more, his face level with 
my own. His breathing is deep and even, he will be asleep 
soon. I will to, I guess I didn't need tea. I just needed Mulder 
to wrap me up next to him. I don't fight to keep my eyes open, I 
just settle in against his chest, running my fingers through the 
crisp hair there. His hand mirrors mine on my back. I fall asleep 
before his fingers stop moving. 
***
Mmm. I smell pancakes. Not just regular pancakes, but 
Mulder-made pancakes. I don't know how he does it but there 
are the best pancakes in the world. Better then my mother's. 
but don't tell her that. 
I climb of bed and all but race into the kitchen. 
"Hey baby, I was about to wake you." Mulder adds what looks 
to be the last batch of pancakes onto the plate at `my' chair. 
"Mmm. The pancakes did." I continue making yummy noises, 
because I know they drive Mulder crazy, as I eat. 
"I can't eat another bite." I push my plate away and slouch in 
my chair.
Mulder smiles at me from across the table, he was finished 
eating ten minutes ago. "So what are we doing today?"
I stretch my arms over my head and stand. After walking the 
short distance to his chair I sit down on his thighs, my back 
against the edge of the table, my fingers running over his 
chest. "I need to go pick up my dry cleaning, buy a house 
warming gift for an old friend of the family's, I need more 
pantyhose;" I pause and run my fingers through his hair. "And 
you my friend, need a haircut."
"Mmm. I know." He pulls me forward, his arms completely 
around my waist, his face in my neck. Just relaxing. Some times 
I feel like I can't get close enough to this man. I've taken him in 
my body countless times, but I want him in my very pores. 
"Want to go do that then?"
"Fox Mulder. going to the mall on a Saturday? I don't believe 
it."
He chuckles, his hot moist breath tickling my skin. He pulls 
away, his hands, supporting my weight, spaded across my 
lower back. "The sooner we get that over with the sooner we 
can confine ourselves to the bed for the rest of the weekend."
I lean forward and kiss him gently. Before pulling away I swipe 
my tongue over the corners of mouth tasting the last of maple 
syrup from his salty skin. "Sounds like a good plan. I'll go take 
my shower." A quick kiss on his nose I get up.
"Don't us all the hot water!" Mulder calls as I shut the door. 
 
"You used most of the hot water." Mulder mumbles as he 
walks into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist and 
swings open the closet door. 
"You just said I couldn't use all of it." 
"Not nice." He throws over his shoulder as he examines the 
sparse clothing choices he has here. 
I walk up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist and kiss 
between his shoulder blades. "Sorry." 
With one hand he pushes shirts aside on their hangers, with 
the other he reaches back and caresses the right cheek of my 
ass. I'm forgiven. That simple gesture shows it.
I gently lick the edge of his shoulder blade. Yum. Soft and 
smooth and Mulder. "You should taste this spot." I lick again 
for emphasis. "It's delicious."
"Not that limber." He says with a friendly squeeze of my ass.
I lick again, more firmly. 
He pats my ass. "You gonna let me go so I can get dressed?"
I shake my head against him, basically giving his spine an 
Eskimo kiss. I turn him around, not that he puts up a fight, and 
back him up against the wall next to the closet. I get up on my 
toes and kiss him gently. He responds in kind. I can feel his 
slight erection pressing up against my belly. I should do 
something nice for him. With another kiss I drop to my knees 
pulling his towel away. Mulder makes a small surprised sound 
but doesn't say anything other then my name in a light airy 
voice as I take him into my mouth. He arches towards me 
slightly, growing harder and harder by the second. His skin is 
still fresh from the shower, his taste hard to find. But it's there. 
And I lick and suck and roll my tongue around him searching 
for it. 
I know what will happen after I do this; he will want to return 
the favor. But I'm not going to let him. I know he likes to go 
down on me, I like it myself, to put it mildly. But I owe him. I 
have really been pushing it with him sexually. Taking 
masturbating in front of him a little too far. Kissing a woman 
just to get a rise out of him. I'm still paying for that one. It took 
hours of convincing the next day-after we both recovered from 
extreme hangovers-that I have no interest in women 
whatsoever. I just wanted to tease him. Boy did it work. The 
sex for the next week was hard and fast and wonderful.
But it's always wonderful. I guess that's a clich‚. Of course sex 
with the man you love is wonderful. You aren't in love if it 
isn't. He can be so tender sometimes I end up in tears. It's the 
look in his eyes as he watches me. It is one hundred percent 
complete adoration. I just hope I look the same way when 
making love. By the number of times he has been moved to 
tears during it I'd say I am doing pretty well. 
Mulder's hand burying itself in my hair brings me back to my 
task at hand. I know he is close. I increase my efforts, 
hollowing my cheeks around him. Feeling his hot hard flesh 
swell more. His hips start short thrusts towards me, his hand 
pushing lightly so I meet each thrust. I don't mind when he 
guides me. He does so very passively. It actually makes my 
work easier, I know what he needs this way. I can hear his 
raspy breathing and he thrusts hard into me. That hurt a little 
but I'm ok with it. I pull away slightly, still laving him in my 
mouth as he releases. He is bitter, strong and wonderfully 
Mulder. 
I barely move out of the way before he slides down the wall. 
His eyes are heavy, his cheeks flushed, his lower lip swollen 
from his teeth, just begging to be kissed. So I grant his lips 
their wish. After a thorough kissing I pull away and stare at 
him. 
With a sleepy smile he touches my cheek lightly. "Sorry about 
that." He's referring to that last thrust. 
"It's ok." I smooth his bottom lip with my tongue for a moment. 
"I'll be with you in a minute sweetheart."
I stand up and straighten my clothing. "That one was on me." I 
drop a pair of jeans, shirt, socks, and boxers by the floor for 
Mulder to wear. 
"You sure?"
I squat down and kiss him quickly. "Yep. Get dressed so we 
can get going." I'll just ignore this ache in my body and go fix 
my hair. 
 
I jump as Mulder comes up behind me and pulls me back 
against him. It was a slight reaction; I recovered the moment I 
caught the light scent of his after-shave and the familiar feel of 
his body. "That took a while." I turn to inspect his hair cut. 
"I didn't have an appointment, and my regular was booked for 
a while so I had to wait.. Do I pass inspection?" He asks as I 
run my fingers through his slightly damp hair, mussing it 
slightly. He won't mind. "I told Rachel my girlfriend likes it 
longer."
"She does." I reply with a soft kiss on his chin. I am not one for 
public displays of affection. Unfortunately Mulder loves them. 
But then again I don't mind showing him off. I have a 
handsome, sexy boyfriend, I have a right don't I?
"Good." He leans down and catches a quick kiss before I can 
get away. "Almost done here?" 
I hold up the light blue vase I picked out for the housewarming 
party. "Yeah I think this is nice. My mother said the living 
room is decorated in light blue."
"When do you have to go to this thing?" Aww, poor Mulder 
doesn't want to be left alone. I can tell by the pout in his lips, 
the little one he doesn't do on purpose. 
I drag him over to the line of the check out. I hate the mall on 
Saturdays, we will be standing here for a good ten minutes. 
"Wednesday night. Why don't you come with me?" He 
looks undecided. "Free food, free drink, my mother would love 
to see you, lots of boring old people to meet."
"You just don't want to suffer alone." I look up with pleading 
eyes. "Oh ok. As long as there is food I'll be happy.. Bill 
won't be won't there will he?"
I laugh and shake my head. He looked petrified. 
"Where to now?" Mulder asks as he steers us through the 
hoard of teenagers in the center of the hallway. 
In an answer I take his hand and lead him into a department 
store, too the back. Women's hosiery. "Pantyhose." I say as I 
sort through the rakes looking for my size and desired colors. 
"Christ! You pay $25 for these things!" 
I wave a pack of thigh highs in front of his face, just for the 
look of desperate lust. "Yep. That reminds me, I think you 
owe me a few pairs."
"Well I am ending that habit today, thank you very much." 
With my purchases under my arm, and in no hurry to stand in 
another line, I look around the assorted undergarment 
selection. Yes with the idea of teasing Mulder in my mind. 
"What do you think of these?" I hold up a sheer animal print 
bra, quite practical looking actually, and matching g-string, not 
so practical. 
He makes a soft `Ahh' sound and his mouth drops open. "Oh 
baby. you have to get that."
I giggle and look at the set again. "I don't really need them. 
Mulder. is that Skinner?" 
Mulder whirls around, completely loosing interest in my panty 
selection. "Wha- What is Skinner doing buying women's 
underwear?" He pushed me behind a rake of freakishly large 
panties. Jesus I could fit four of me in one pair. 
"Probably buying women's underwear." He's not listening to 
me at all. "Mulder, why are we hiding? He knows we are 
together."
Glancing down at me he frowns. "Ok. Let's go." I tried to 
drag me towards the register but I have caught the 
shoppingbug. And I see a beautiful silk bathrobe that I must 
look at.
I pull him towards the rack. "Forget about Skinner. I want to 
look at this." I hold up a short silk robe, burgundy with a large 
white flower pattern. Oh I've got his attention now.
He scans the rack and pulls out a dark, deep red one. He loves 
rich colors like that. "I like this one better."
"Oh. so do I." I take it from his hands and examine it. I smile 
up at him after adding it to the expensive pile over my arm. "I 
like shopping with you."
He smiles softly then looks around with his paranoid 
expression. "Can we go now?"
"Yes, come on." We get in line, again. So there we are, 
innocently waiting to buy our women's hosiery when someone 
walks up behind us. By God I try not to turn around, but I do. 
"Hello, sir." I say softly. 
Skinner's eyes grow wide when he looks down at me, wider 
when Mulder turns around. "Agents."
Don't look, don't look, damn it Dana don't look at what he's 
buying.
Fuck! I looked. Holy shit did I look!
Skinner has an armful, I mean armful! A Skinner sized armful, 
not my armful, of bras and panties and garters and I don't even 
want to know what else. But a whole ex-military man's bulky 
armload of women's hosiery. 
Judging by the way Mulder has tensed up he looked also. 
"I can help someone over here."
Skinner mumbles a goodbye and takes off like a shot to the 
newly opened register to the right. 
Mulder and I pay for our things in a stunned silence, we don't 
speak until we are well away from the store. 
"That was the most mortifying experience of my life. and that 
is saying a lot." 
I look up at him a smile a little. "Yeah. That was pretty bad."
"Who the hell could he being buying those for?!"
I love him dearly, but he isn't very smart sometimes. "Probably 
a woman."
Oh, he glared at me. "I know that. but WHOM?"
*****
Ah the art of seduction. It's a wonderful thing really. 
Here I am wearing my new robe, nothing under it might I add. I 
am pouring Mulder and I wine, it's the same color as the silk. 
He hasn't noticed I am wearing this yet. He is too busy 
watching a movie of some sort. 
I walk up to the side of him, he is leaning his back against the 
arm of the sofa, his legs swung up on the cushions. He just got 
out of the shower a few minutes ago, saying he was itchy from 
the hair cut. All he put on was a pair of dark blue and green 
plaid pajama pants. And he looks good enough to eat. But I've 
already done that once today haven't I..
"Whatcha watching?" I ask as I push my way between his legs 
to sit back into his chest.
"I don't even know. I've been channel surfing." He brushes 
the hair away from my neck to kiss me softly. Pulling me back 
against him more securely, one of his legs fall off the side of 
the couch. His knee is the perfect place for my hand. "This is 
nice." He says running his hand over my belly feeling the 
satin. He leans back and sips his wine. He doesn't seem to be 
in a hurry tonight. That's fine with me, maybe he is saving his 
energy for tomorrow. The again maybe not; his fingers have 
slipped between the folds of cloth and tickle my skin with 
feather light touches. 
I roll my head back onto his shoulder and turn so I can kiss the 
underside of his jaw. His day's stubble is rough against my 
lips. With his hair damp, and a slight shadow of a beard he 
looks like some kind of model. Of course he isn't wearing many 
clothes so I'm not sure what he could be modeling. And I am 
biased, I'll admit that much. But he is hot. I've heard people 
talking. 
Mulder pinches my belly lightly. "What are you looking at?" 
He asks without looking at me. 
I kiss his jaw again. "I was just thinking about how handsome 
you are." I really shouldn't say that, this man does NOT need a 
bigger ego.
He smiles and turns his head to kiss me softly before sipping 
his wine and focusing on the movie again. But his hand is 
slowly stroking lower and lower. Any moment now he will 
realize I'm not wearing anything under this tiny robe. But for 
now he just makes tiny circles with his fingertips. It's slightly 
arousing, but mostly soothing. 
I take the last drink of my wine then set the glass on the coffee 
table next to Mulder's. 
"Mulder!" I yell half in pain and half in surprise after he 
shoved two of his long fingers into my body. I was NOT ready 
for that. "Too much." I moan as the pain quickly turns to that 
sweet burning kind- the good kind. 
"No it's not." He says in my ear. "Let me do this."
I do. He works his fingers in a scissors action, stretching and 
loosening my opening. Sometimes he knows my body better 
then I do. Hell he even knew I wasn't wearing panties without 
touching me. 
"Let's get this off." He says softly as he loosens the knot of 
my robe with his free hand while the other hand's thumb has 
started to brush lightly across my clitoris. He opens up the 
robe, freeing his hand to pump in and out of me. Taking my 
chin in his hand he turns my face so I have no choice but to 
kiss him. Which is fine by me. 
I can't kiss him anymore. I am panting and I can't get enough 
air. As much as I love kissing him I need to breathe. I pull 
away, scrunch my eyes closed and brace myself against 
Mulder's chest as a steady orgasm flows through my body. 
His rhythm in my body doesn't change. He always paces 
himself to make my body's clenching, but not this time. 
I place my hand over his wrist. I was going to pull him away 
but it feels good again. So of course now he changes his 
rhythm. But, oh, this is just as good. Two of his fingertips are 
pressed tightly against my pubic bone. Moving only in long 
hard strokes. His other hand travels to my breast. After 
kneading for a moment he pinches my nipple. Rolling and 
tugging in no rhythm. 
And I love it. 
A flood of moistness pools in my belly as Mulder continues to 
stroke me. "Don't stop." I whisper hoarsely. 
He kisses the side of my neck as an answer. 
I can almost feel a continuous flow of liquid heat from my body 
as I arch toward his hand seeking impossibly more contact. 
Reaching back I clutch his hair in my fist, desperate for 
something to ground me before I float off without him. 
I begin whimpering his name pathetically as my orgasm comes 
closer and closer. My breathing catches on every stroke. 
And then it happens. It's long and strong and I buck up 
against Mulder's hand. I don't know how he holds on to me. 
And I don't know how he keeps me from falling off the couch 
once I relax. 
He quietly closes my robe for me after I shiver as sweat 
evaporates. Through my half opened eyes I see him wipe his 
hand on the leg on his pajamas, leaving a slick dark streak. He 
then places his hand low on my belly again, rubbing the his 
palm lightly as I start to breath again. 
"Mmm." I mumble out with a smile.
"Good?" He asked with his lips in my hair.
I just nod and relax more into his solid weight. It often strikes 
me how male Mulder is. I know that probably sounds 
redundant. But I've known him for so long I almost forget and 
sometimes it shocks me. He is big, and muscly, and just plain 
male. And tender. I've just gotten used to how physical his is. 
He craves touch. It's as if he lives off of it. But I guess when 
you are denied pleasant loving contact all your life you might 
want to make up for it later. Fine by me. 
I shift uncomfortably. The bottom of my robe is damp. damp 
silk is icky. Leave it to me and Mulder to mess up a brand new 
robe. I should take it off but the wine has made me feel a little 
sleepy, well maybe it isn't just the wine. 
I shift again and my backside presses into Mulder's erection. 
A little grunt sounds in my ear. Smiling over my shoulder and 
whisper to him. "Want to go to the bedroom?"
He presses his lips to my neck. "It's time for bed."
"What?" I can't be hearing this right.
"I owe you one." He reminds me softly.
"Well. actually I think I owe you one now."
"You know that's how I work. You are done for the night. I can 
tell." He pressed his lips to my neck again and clicks off the 
TV. There's no convincing Mulder when he has something in 
his mind. And he has decided that I am going to bed now. to 
sleep that is. I smile at him as he picks me up off the couch and 
tucks me into bed. I have a nice warm feeling running through 
my body. Mulder spoils me, that's all there is to it. I think it is 
his obsession to make me come as many times as he can. And I 
love him for it.
Mulder snuggles up behind me, his hardness nestled closing 
sending a rush of sleepy warmth through me. "Honey. Are 
you sure?" 
"Mmmhmm." He mumbles, despite his present condition he 
sounds very sleepy. "Good night."
"Good night, Mulder." I say with a soft smile.
 
Wednesday night. 7:30 pm
Mulder is trying to drive me crazy. He's doing a good job too. 
For the third time in the last five minutes I take his hand off of 
my thigh and place it back in his lap.
"Both hands on the wheel, Scully." He points out slouching in 
his seat. 
"Thank you, Mulder, for that lesson in drivers education."
He grins over at me, his hand straying to my thigh. "Any time."
I throw his hand back at him. "Sit on your hands, Mulder."
"Don't wanna." 
I glance over at him, trying not to smile. "You are going to 
drive me crazy tonight aren't you?" 
He looks over at me with a big lazy grin. "I love you." His voice 
is syrupy sweet.
I just shake my head and pull into the already crowded 
driveway of the party. I turn off the car and look at him.
"I'll be a perfect angel, I swear." He says, before I can say 
anything else. Well. he looks like he means it. But looks can 
be deceiving. 
 
Well Mulder is being a very good boy. Making polite 
conversation with people he doesn't know and probably 
doesn't care to know. I do think he might be trying to get me 
drunk the way he keeps bringing me more wine. But he 
probably just wants to drive on the way home so he can 
choose the radio station. He hands have not strayed though. 
One holds his drink, the other alternates between shaking 
hands or resting on me. Safe areas too. The small of my back, 
naturally, or the back of my neck, this seems to be a new spot 
for him. When I walked out of the bathroom dressed and ready 
to go Mulder gawked at me for a moment before closing his 
mouth and saying `Put your hair up. I want to see your neck.' I 
just nodded dumbly and did it. Mulder rarely says things like 
that. So ten minutes later I walk out again with my hair pinned 
up. He didn't say anything, just nodded in satisfaction. Since 
then he hand has been skimming along the boat-neck cut of my 
short black dress and driving me crazy. Please he looks 
wonderful in his delicious black pants and a dark gray sweater. 
I don't hear half the things people are saying to me because of 
his light caresses and basically his good looks. 
"Dana!"
I turn around after hearing my name. I wish I didn't turn 
around. "Hi, Sally." Sally strides up to me then hugs me like we 
are old friends not old rivals. I've always hated this woman. 
She the daughter of a friend of the family, two years older then 
me, so of course we were made to play together all the time. 
Our parents just didn't catch that we didn't like each other 
even after we splashed mud into each other's hair, sacrificed 
each other's Barbie dolls to the lake, even after I shoved her 
out of *my* tree house and broke her arm. Oops, sorry Sally. 
"And who is this?" She asks extending her hand to Mulder. I 
should have known, always the slut. 
"This is Fox Mulder."
"Hello." He greets smoothly. Mulder has obviously picked up 
on my dislike for this woman. Very well in fact, he looks a little 
frightened to touch her. Yes Mulder, she will bite. 
"Nice to meet you, Fox."
"Actually it's just Mulder." 
"Oh." What's wrong Sally? Is that too technical for you? 
"Well you can call me just Sally." She laughs at her own joke. 
Do I even need to add that she is the only one laughing? 
I turn towards Mulder and place my hand on his chest, yeah 
I'm making a point that we are together. Sally is just dying to 
get those claws into him. "I think I need some fresh air. Will 
you come with me?"
He smiles that wonderful honest smile of his, the one that 
makes me know he isn't humoring be because of Sally. "Of 
course. It was nice to meet you Sally." He doesn't even look at 
her as he turns us around and we head towards the doors to 
the back porch. I can hear Sally's snort of distaste.
"So you two are good friends?" Mulder asks trying to keep a 
straight face as I lead him to the far side of the porch where it is 
dark.
"Oh the best." I lean back against the side of the house, 
enjoying the cool air in my lungs. 
He chuckles softly and leans his forehead against my shoulder, 
his hands on my waist. After a moment he presses his lips the 
side on my neck, his clean shaven cheek brushing mine. I smile 
because Mulder is so predictable sometimes. Weaving my 
fingers into his hair I pull his face up so I can kiss him. I waste 
no time slipping my fingers under the waistband of her pants, 
just running my fingertips between the material and his skin. 
He pulls away from my mouth with a slight laugh. "What do 
you think you are doing?"
I pull his belt apart before he manages to grab my hands. "You 
know what I am doing."
"Scully." He gives me that look he does when he is trying to be 
serious. I just smile at him. He lets a long breath out his mouth 
and glances at the end of the porch where the door is. "Are 
you sure about this?"
As an answer I unzip his pants and shove them and his boxers 
down his hips. "Very sure." 
Mulder lets out a sound that is something between a groan 
and a growl before sliding his hands down my to my thighs 
and picks my up. I wrap my legs around him and lean some of 
my weight against the house. 
Mulder glances over at the door again.
"Hey." I take his face in my hand and force him to look at me. 
"Are you going to fuck me or not?"
He jumps at my words and immediately reaches between us, 
probably to push my panties out of the way. Well surprise, 
Mulder. 
A slow grin spreads across his face. "You're wearing 
crotchless panties, Scully." 
I smile and nod. "I know that."
"You were planning this." He gestures his head around the 
porch.
"I. had the idea in mind." 
Laughing softy he shakes his head. "You-" He thrusts into me. 
"-are something else."
I can't reply with anything other then a breathy laugh as he 
continues a steady rhythm. Each thrust presses my back 
against the house with a dull thud. God I hope my mother 
doesn't walk out here. It's my turn to glance over at the door. I 
gasp as Mulder's fingers circle my clit.
"Pay attention to me, Scully." 
"I am. I am." 
We are silent for a while other then our heavy breathy and the 
dull thud that is becoming more and more frequent. 
"Shh." Mulder whispers in my ear.
"What?" I breathe out.
"You are moaning." His breath is hot and moist on my cheek. 
"As much as I love that you need to be quiet right now."
My head falls to his shoulder and I take a mouthful of his 
sweater to muffle myself as I contract and quiver around him. 
He responses with a barely restrained groan and a few sloppy 
thrusts before going still. We stay motionless for a few 
moments, just trying to catch our breaths, before Mulder 
lowers me to the ground. He kneels to smooth my dress back 
down over my hips, on his way up he pulls up his pants. 
Leaning all my weight back against the house I smile at him. 
"Thanks for the panties Mulder, they came in handy."
Oh wow, Mulder is blushing. "Can we clean up and get out of 
here?"
"Yes." I look around the porch. "I think we have made our 
mark."
Mulder takes my hand and leads me off the porch, I don't 
blame him for not wanting to walk through the party smelling 
like sex. "Yeah, we disgraced a perfectly good porch"
I grin up at him. "Isn't it good luck to make love in a new 
house?"
"Yeah, the people that live there Scully."
I just shrug. "Details, details, details." 
 
 
Notes: Sorry this took so long! I had the first half written for a 
few months but `Nova' had my focus. 
Well I covered M&S shopping for undies together, Skinner 
running into them in an embarrassing way, sex in a public 
place, and the return of Scully's mysterious crotchless panties. 
Now what? Let me know!

Title: Possessions 6
Author: Angel; JumperChick@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We can only dream CC will do this with 
these two. They obviously aren't mine and I 
making no money. Enough of this subject before I 
cry.
WARNING: Sexual stuff with some twists. If this at 
all makes you nervous don't read anymore. I don't 
want to hear you complain. 
Summery: Wet and wild sex. some sugar. playing 
dress up. some more sex. Blame Shell for this 
idea, she started it!
Feedback: If you want to see more of this series send 
me your ideas! I write them ALL down and try to 
include as many as I can. If you have a flame, take it 
elsewhere unless you want one right back at you.
Archive: Sure thing! Just let me know out of 
curiosity. 
All parts of this fluffy smutty series are available at 
http://www.geocities.com/HotSprings/Bath/7266/ang
elsfanfic.html 
Thanks to Evie for more then enthusiastic beta 
services.

Let the smut begin!!!


I can't help but giggle as Mulder nibbles at my neck. 
We are spooned so close that I don't think there is a 
centimeter of air between us, our shared sweat 
making us stick together. Tilting my head I kiss his 
bent arm that pillows my head while his other lies 
gently against my side, his middle finger tracing a 
circle around my belly button. It tickles and I giggle 
some more. 

"Why are you so giddy?" He asks, nudging my still 
flushed cheek with his nose. 

As an answer I yawn loudly. 

Mulder laughs a breathy hot laugh in my ear. 

I just smile and snuggle back against him. 

"You're awfully quiet tonight." For some reason he 
feels the need to whisper this. 

Just in spite of him I don't respond. 

I can feel his smile and he wiggles in bed a little to 
settle in against me, his arm now wrapped tightly 
around my waist. He groans softly as the phone rings. 

I open my eyes as I reach for it, surprised to see it is 
only eight at night and I'm already worn out from the 
day and ready for bed, sex aside. "Hello?. Hi 
Mom.Oh, of course we will.. No, no we didn't 
have any plans. Sure.. Ok, I'll talk to you later. 
You're welcome.. Good night Mom." I click the off 
button and let the phone slide off the bed and to the 
floor with a soft thud. Immediately I want to pick it 
up, but the warmth of the bed is too inviting.

"What was that about?" Mulder mumbles in my ear 
as he readjusts himself to me after my movement. 

"My mom is going to visit Charlie during Halloween 
and asked us to hand out candy at her house. All the 
neighborhood kids look forward to her because she 
spoils them." I roll in his embrace until I am looking 
up into his sleepy eyes. "She didn't want to 
disappoint them. Do you mind? I didn't even ask 
you." I have a habit of doing that. I just presume 
Mulder will do most anything I volunteer him for. 

"Not at all." He whispers just before sealing the deal 
with a kiss. His fingers trace up my side, making me 
squirm against his body as I smile against his lips. 
"Will you wear a French Maid outfit for me?"

I laugh. "Maybe some other time."

Mulder looks hopeful. "So what will you dress as?"

I tip my head to the side a little. "We don't have to 
dress up, just hand out the candy."

"Oh no, no, no. We are dressing up." He nods with a 
mischievous grin. 

"I haven't dressed for Halloween in years." Quickly 
he gives me his kicked puppy face. "But I'm sure I 
can come up with something."

Mulder makes something of a "oh goody" sound and 
kisses me again. 

I pull away after a moment. "I need a shower, join 
me?"

He waggles his eyebrows. "How can I resist?" 

Taking his hands in mine I drag him into the 
bathroom, in moments we are under the hot stream of 
water. Eyes closed, arms wrapped around Mulder, I 
lean my head into his neck and let the steam relax 
me. Mulder seems perfectly content with this, other 
then his new erection against my hip. I slide one hand 
down his slick body to encircle him. I smile at his 
surprised grunt. "You're still thinking about that 
French Maid costume, huh?"

His laughter rumbles in my ear as he pulls me closer, 
rubbing himself against me. "You know me too 
well."

I jump just a little as his fingers work their way 
through my folds, still sensitive from our last 
escapade. He mumbles happily as he finds me ready 
for him. What can I say. it's hard, yes pun intended, 
to be pressed up against his naked body without 
having certain thoughts. 

"Can you turn around for me?" He asks against my 
ear. 

I happily oblige as my belly twists in anticipation. 
Pressing my palms against the tile I lean over slightly 
for him, waiting his next move. 

Leaning forward, Mulder pushes my wet hair from 
my neck, holding it all on the back of my head. He 
begins to bite and lick the back of my neck. I really 
can't do much for him in this position. So I push back 
against him, trying to move this show along. As 
much as I want this I am getting pretty tired. 
"Mulder." I whisper to him in that tone that tells him 
I don't want to mess around anymore. 

He moans softly in my ear before placing a sweet 
kiss on my cheek and straightening up. His left palm 
slaps the wall next to my head to brace himself. 
Slowly I feel him guide himself into me. Once 
sheathed fully he shudders. I love when he does that. 
It doesn't matter how many times we are together 
like this, each time is amazing. 

Mulder works himself in and out of me slowly as his 
hand begins running up and down my slick back. My 
body tingles everywhere he touches, and a few places 
he isn't.

I have to bit my tongue to stop from moaning too 
loudly. Not that I usually care, but the shower 
echoes. and poor Mr. Clyde next door got an earful 
the last time we were in here. and poor Mulder had 
to try and keep a straight face as the wrinkly cigar-
smelling guy complained in the elevator-something 
about keeping his cats awake, before he patted 
Mulder on the back and congratulated him. 

All thoughts of Old Man Clyde's cats are gone as I 
feel Mulder's thumb begin to run over the puckered 
skin of my anus causing me to cry out. 

Mulder leans over me more, his lips near my ear. 
"You like that, don't you?" 

"Uh huh." I mumbled, shoving myself back against 
him more. 

"Do you like this?" He asks breathlessly as he presses 
the tip of his thumb into me. 

I feel my whole body tighten in response to his 
actions. It's impossible to work out an answer to his 
words. 

"I think you do." Mulder takes over my speech for 
me. Thanks, hon, I owe you one. 

"Oh my God!" Sorry kitties, but Mulder just pushed, 
slowly but steadily, his whole thumb into my body.  
I'm so close. if only I could.

"Come on, Scully." Mulder pants in my ear. His 
thrusts are turning sloppy and rapid. Times like this I 
wish the man had an extra arm, despite how funny he 
would look outside of the bedroom-or bathroom, 
whatever. 

I fold my arm against the shower wall, setting my 
forehead against it, and am able to reach one arm 
down to my clitoris. One pass over and I'm gone. 
Yelling out Mulder's name for all the scary old 
neighbors, and their cats, and anyone else for that 
matter to hear. My orgasm is intensified, almost like 
two, with Mulder's thumb still in my body. After 
endless moments I crumble, lucky for me Mulder 
anticipated this, his hand quickly leaving my body so 
he can wrap his arm around my waist, holding me 
level for him. 

His engorged penis, still moving in and out of my 
body, is almost unbearable I'm so sensitive. His last 
strokes deep and short. 

He groans something unintelligible as his heat fills 
my body, his hot skin resting against mine as he pins 
me to the wall with his dead weight. 

How long we stand there, panting and shaking is 
beyond me. I only come to when I hear Mulder 
grumble something of a curse and pull away from 
me. I jump as the cooling water hits my back for the 
first time in many minutes. I stay were I am, slouched 
against the wall, as Mulder gently rubs water between 
my thighs, cleaning himself from me. He shuts the 
water off and the bathroom is suddenly oddly quiet.

"Bed." Mulder murmurs as he slides open the shower 
door and drags me out. 

"Good idea." I say as he towels me off quickly, then 
himself. I really don't know how we make it too bed, 
but we do. I rest my head on Mulder's chest. He 
shifts around, pressing a thigh between my legs. I 
shudder as my still swollen center comes to rest 
against his hot skin. He soothes me with a hand 
running up and down my back. "Night, Mulder." 


Two weeks later: Halloween. 
"Come on, Scully, hurry up." 

She glares over her shoulder at me as she puts the key 
in the lock. "What's your hurry?"

"I'm hungry. And I know you mother must have 
some food in there somewhere." I drop our over night 
bags on the ground and head straight for the kitchen. 

"Don't you dare touch the Halloween candy." 

Whatever. "Oohh.. I love your mother." 

Scully comes up behind me and looks into the 
refrigerator with me. "That grilled chicken salad 
down there is for me, she always makes me that." 
She says pointing frantically to one of the many 
Tupperware containers. 

"Be my guest." I say tossing it to her. I can hear her 
munching away on rabbit food as I sort through the 
rest of the containers. "Oh here we go." I pull out a 
plate of cold ribs. 

Scully wrinkles her nose as I dig in. "She definitely 
made those for you." 

"So are you going to tell me what your costume is 
now?" I ask around a mouthful of meat.

"Are you going to tell me yours?" She counters.

"You share first." I wave my rib bone at her.

"No way." She has this mischievous glint in her 
eyes.. I love it. "Ok." She says shoving the last of 
chicken and lettuce into her mouth. "I'm going to get 
dressed, it might take me a while. No peaking and 
answer the door if anybody shows up, the candy is in 
the hallway."

I glance out the window. "It's not even dark yet."

"I know, but the really little kids trick or treat at this 
time, so don't scare them." 

I play innocent. "Who? Me?"

Rolling her eyes she walks over and wipes a bit of 
sauce off my cheek with her thumb. "You can change 
down here when you are ready." She calls as she 
walks up the stairs, bag over her shoulder. 

It's been killing me trying to figure out her costume. I 
tore her apartment up looking for it. I checked her car 
trunk, the office, my apartment- I still don't know 
where she was hiding it. But when we left right after 
work today she had a small bag which I am 
presuming has the costume in question. 

The point being, I have no fucking clue what she is 
dressing up as. Other then it not being a French Maid, 
damn it. 

Me on the other hand. well I'm not too original. 
Vampire. Can't go wrong with that, right? And 
Scully likes it when I wear black. So I have my black 
jeans, my black turtleneck, I bought a black cape with 
red lining. It's made of this silky material. Feels like 
Scully's pajamas-I love it. I got myself a pair of 
fangs, I'll grease back my hair and even add a trickle 
of fake blood down my chin. All in all, I think I will 
look ok. 

But before I change I better go answer the door for 
the hoard of tiny children I saw walking up the 
driveway with their mothers. 


I hope none of my mother's friends ring the bell 
tonight.. I look like a slut. 

Mulder is going to LOVE this.

Looking myself up and down in the mirror one more 
time I decide I am ready. My black high-and I mean 
high-heels are buckled by the thin strap about my 
ankle, my tight black leggings are straightened on my 
hips, my black cloth tail is secured to the back, the 
long sleeved low cut black slinky shirt I am wearing 
it so tight he'll be able to see the outline of my 
leopard print bra-now that I think about it he can see 
the lines of my matching thong too. Oh well. I 
straighten the headband, complete with little black 
cat ears, on my head as it holds back the thick mass 
of ringlet curls. Run my finger over the wings of 
black liner around my eyes which I also used to draw 
whiskers and apply one more layer of bright red 
lipstick. 

I guess I am ready. 

As I reach the landing of the stairs I can see Mulder 
handing out candy to some kids at the door. 

Wow. He looks great. The glint of his vampire teeth 
from the porch light makes me grin. Can never go 
wrong with a Dracula costume. 

And he looks happy with these kids dressed in 
homemade costumes. 

Mulder shuts the door, placing the bowl of candy on 
the table beside the door and turns. His jaw drops 
open as he sees me.

"Whoa. Scully.You look really hot." He chuckles 
the nervous chuckle I have come to know as the one 
when he is aroused but can't really do anything about 
it at the moment. 

I can't help but blush as he stalks up to me. "You 
look pretty good yourself." My fingers trail over the 
silky material of his cape. "This is nice." 

"Mmm." In response to my touch his fingers run up 
and down my sides. Leaning in he scrapes his teeth 
over my neck-the fangs tickle slightly, before kissing 
me gently. His lips turn into a frown as the door bell 
rings.

"My turn." I whoop enthusiastically and step around 
him but stop short a few strides later. It only takes me 
a moment to figure out why I can't move. "Mulder." 
I fight to keep my voice level. "Let go of my tail." 

He laughs softly and releases me.


"Sorry kids, all out." Scully says with genuine 
sadness as she shuts the door and places the empty 
bowl on the table. Turning to me she leans against the 
door after switching off the porch light so no more 
kids will come up. "I'm glad we did this, it was fun."

Nodding my agreement I make my way over to her-
I'm going to go crazy soon if I can't touch her- only 
to be interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I fish it 
out of my coat hanging next to the door, trying for 
the life of me to figure out who would be calling at 
ten thirty on this line. "Mulder."

"Mulder, I'm sorry to interrupt your evening." I 
recognize Skinner's voice. 

"That's all right, sir. What can I do for you?" 

Scully frowns as she listens in and figures out who is 
on the other end of the phone. 

"I'm afraid I will have to cancel our meeting for 
tomorrow morning." Oh darn, I was so looking 
forward to rushing back there early. "The computers 
seem to be acting up. I've spent most of the night 
here trying to get them organized but I don't think it 
is going to happen. I just wanted to let you know not 
to hurry in tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir. Have a good night."

"You too." Skinner's gruff voice cuts off. 

Punching the off button I look up at Scully. "No 
meeting tomorrow. Problems at the office, Skinner's 
been there all evening trying to work it out. Poor guy 
missed Halloween." I say sarcastically. An odd 
thought runs through my head, yes that happens very 
often to me. "I wonder what Skinner would dress up 
as.."

Scully tips her head to the side in thought. "I can see 
him as an M&M."

"Excuse me?" 

"You know, those foam costumes of the M&M 
characters. A red one." She nods to herself. "With 
those big white gloves." For effect she wiggles her 
fingers.

That's it, I can't take anymore. I crack up at that 
mental image. Skinner, standing in his office, a big 
red circle of foam covering his chest completly with a 
white M in the middle. Huge gloves and matching 
shoes on the end of his bare legs. Bald head shinning 
under the florescent lights. "Thanks Scully." I say 
through my hooting. "I won't be able to look at him 
for weeks with a straight face now." My phone, once 
again, interrupts me. Choking back laughter I manage 
a semi reasonable greeting. 

"Dude, where the hell are you?" 

"Frohike, I told you Scully and I were going to her 
mother's." He sounds a little loaded. We all know 
how much the Lone Gunboys love their Halloween. 

"Oh..Yeah. I forgot. I was just wondering what you 
two were up to. But never mind. Talk to you later."

"Wait!. You have a costume on don't you?" 

"Yeah. I'm a cowboy." I can practically picture the 
grin on Frohike's face as I hang up without saying 
anything. 

Scully walks up next to me as I chuckle. She looks up 
at me with not so innocent eyes, rubbing up against 
me like a. well, like a cat. I look down at her with a 
sly smile. "What are you doing young lady?"

She barely has to stretch up with those heels she is 
wearing to kiss me. Her lips are slick with the heavy 
layers of lipstick, she tastes of chocolate from the 
candy we stole from the bowl, and I have to fumble 
for a moment to get a grip on kissing with these fangs 
in my mouth. "Mmm." I protest softly in her mouth 
and pull away. "I've got to get these teeth out." In the 
dim light I can see a deep blush go over Scully. 
"What? What is it?"

"I-" She laughs self-consciously. "Leave them in. I 
really like them." 


Mulder groans deeply at my confession. "You've 
always liked it when I've nibbled on your neck." He 
chuckles lightly. "But you have to leave your ears 
on." He says in all seriousness.. I don't even want 
to read into that one. 

Laughing I nod. "Deal."

Swooping down Mulder slants his mouth over mine 
as he backs me up quickly, almost causing me to lose 
my balance while I trip on my tail until I can lean 
against the dinning room table. 

"This costume of yours has been killing me all 
night." His voice is rough and thick in my ear as his 
hands grope me through my clothes and his hips rub 
against mine. "I can't believe I made it this long." 
His hands reach under my ass and lift me up against 
him harder. 

My sex is throbbing heavily, I need this. "I've been 
wet since I walked down the stairs." I admit in his 
ear.

He groans and bites my neck, his fangs digging in to 
my flesh causing me to moan in response. His hands 
push down my pants to the top of my thighs. I move 
to take them off but he stops me. 

"No. We are staying in costume as much as 
possible." One of his hands leaves my body to unzip 
his jeans. 

The moment his erection pops out of his clothing I 
make a grab for him, call me greedy. But Mulder is 
faster and takes both my hands in his. "On the table."

I shake my head petrified. "This is a family heirloom. 
If something happens to it I would never forgive 
myself." The old wood seems sturdy enough, but I 
don't know if it could hold the two of us doing what I 
hope we will be doing in a matter of seconds.

This news doesn't even seem to phase Mulder as he 
turns me around and bends me over the edge of the 
fine oak. My feet slowly leave the floor, the table and 
Mulder's hands on my waist supporting me. I feel the 
head of his penis at my entrance. I try, but can't 
spread my legs anymore with my pants only at my 
knees. Wiggling to get them to shift down I only let 
Mulder's cock slip into me slightly. He moans and 
presses himself into me more. The penetration is tight 
with my legs close together. 

The moment Mulder's weight settles against me I 
feel it. The edge of the table presses against my 
clitoris perfectly. "Mulder." I hum softly as he pulls 
and presses into my body with a wonderful 
familiarity. He sets a comfortable rhythm causing me 
to shudder at each inward thrust that digs the table 
into me. 

A dull thud and change in angle makes me open my 
eyes. Mulder is leaning down his elbows on either 
side of me. His teeth, actually his fake teeth, nip at 
my back through my clothes, his heavy breathing hot 
against my own hot skin. 

"Fuck." He hisses out a few minutes of even 
thrusting later. "You aren't going to get anywhere 
like this." He mumbles, beginning to shift. 

"No. Wait." I manage. Since I have been fairly silent 
other then moans and gasps he pauses. "The table." I 
try to explain, but it is difficult with not enough air in 
my lungs. "It's..It's."

His deep groan tells me he figured it out. Thank God 
for that. I'm getting closer and closer, speech just 
isn't an option.

Suddenly Mulder stops thrusting, only rocking 
against me. Immediately, and surprisingly, my 
orgasm hits me. Long and slow and deep as Mulder 
crushes me into the table. Shuddering and shaking 
around him he holds me tightly until I sag. His hips 
resume their thrusting, a little faster and deeper now. 
But my body is sore and this table is killing me. 
"Mulder. Stop."


It's amazing to me that one word can make me halt in 
half a second when I am so close to coming. I didn't 
think it would be possible to stop at this point but I 
did. 

"What?" I sound rushed and panicked. "Scully? 
What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Pull out."

My mind can't comprehend `nothing' being wrong 
during sex but still needing to pull out. But, being the 
whipped little puppy I am I do so without another 
question. I shudder as the cold air hits my cock 
covered in Scully's wetness and warmth. 

I stand there like an ass with my erection sticking out 
of my pants and I'm sure a dumbfounded look on my 
face as Scully twists around, pulls up her pants and 
drops to her knees on the ground. Before I can even 
say `blow job' she has me in her mouth and is doing 
that wonderful thing she does with her tongue and the 
head of my cock. 

I tangle one hand in her hair, holding her and holding 
my cape away from her body so she doesn't 
suffocate. My other hand braces on the edge of the 
table before I crumple to the floor in a pile of over 
aroused goo. 

So close. So very close to a long satisfying release 
that if I don't reach soon I may just die. 

Scully's fingers are floating around my balls, rolling 
and rubbing and being perfect. I feel them travel 
further back. Her long narrow middle finger slides 
with little effort into my anus. The fact barely makes 
it through my mind before the most intense orgasm of 
my life passes through my body, my whole body. I 
yell out to Scully, to God, to Hell, to everyone before 
I collapse next to Scully, struggling to get a good 
breath into my lungs. 

I lay for many silent content moments with the 
knowledge of Scully beside me before I open my 
eyes and look over at her. A burst of laughter 
follows. 

Her eyes pop open in surprise. I'm taking it by the 
look on her face as she focuses on me I have the 
same problem she does. 

We both have a combination of sweat, cherry red 
lipstick, black makeup and fake blood smeared on 
our faces. 

Best damn Halloween of my life. 



Notes: That took way too long to write! Let me know 
what you think, as always. I'm not very happy with 
the smut I am writing lately.oh well..Thanks for 
reading! =)

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Requests fulfilled (sorry I don't remember who sent 
which in, you know you are.. You sickos!)
1. More anal fun-as it was so tactfully put.
*hangs head is shame* I'm so sorry I denied 
Mulder the pleasure of anal penetration, please 
forgive me all who `yelled'. 
2. M&S being yelled at by a neighbor for loudness. 
3. Sex in Margaret Scully's house --- What is 
wrong with you people?! =)
4. Halloween customs. (Skinner as an M&M was 
my idea, sorry Shell. And for the life of me I 
can't remember who told me to dress Frohike as 
a cowboy-sorry!)
5. And the basic. `More Possessions now!' Sorry 
about the now part but `Nova' was ruling my 
life, then my muse ran away, and I'm pretty lazy 
too =).