From: "Rebecca Compeau" To: ; ; ; Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: Saturday's Sexfest Date: Tuesday, July 16, 2002 12:50 AM Title: Saturday's Sexfest Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: Let the RST commence! Rating: NC17 Category/Keywords: MSR Disclaimer: As if! Notes: I first want to say a big huge sloppy thank you to my beta bitch, Mimic117. She read different versions of all these fics and made many useful comments. I love you so much, sweetie! Second, who's going to watch "Monday" from now on and think of this scenario *every* time? Scully didn't know how much longer she could wait to touch Mulder again. He was so close, a mere foot separated them in the front seat of the Taurus. With every breath, her lungs filled with the scent of arousal. Both hers and his. If she looked over at him, she could see the physical signs of lust all over him, most notably the tented dress pants. The very sight of him was a temptation. One she couldn't resist anymore. Thank God the Ford was an automatic! She scooted as close as she could without jarring the gearstick and leaned into Mulder's side. Her hand went straight to his lap and finished the work of unbuttoning and unzipping that she had begun on the plane. He moaned a weak protest, but she ignored it and reached inside his pants. Once she had pulled his erection out through the fly in his boxers, she placed her mouth over him and sucked him deep. "Ohhhhh God, Scully!" His voice was deep and low and tortured. She continued slowly bobbing her head. Once more his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her off of him. "Scully, sweetie, that feels sooo good, and I'd LOVE to feel more of your mouth, but I can't...I can't....." She pulled free and went after his cock again. Before she could reach him, he pushed her shoulder up, hard, and let go of the steering wheel long enough to adjust his pants. "No! I don't want to risk an accident on my way to make love to you." She straightened up, flushed and pouting. "Awwww...you're no fun! Don't tell me you're a missionary-in-the-bed type, Mulder," she challenged teasingly. The look he gave her could only be described as feral. "Oh, you'll see how creative I can be. I'll do you in places and positions you've never *dreamed* of. But I know the first twenty times we have sex, we'll need space and a soft bed to cushion us." The dozen mental images that conjured for her shut Scully up for the remainder of the ride. Until Mulder parked the car, she was busy imagining fierce, passionate, loud, sweaty rolling-around-on-the-bed-and-floor sex. Through the door and into the building she imagined up-against-the-wall sex. In the elevator she finally got around to the other part of his sentence. The one where he assured her that he could be a creative lover. The elevator doors opened and Scully took Mulder's hand and dragged him down the hall. The intimacy in the car had only served to heighten her need. Mulder had implied that he wanted her to take control, to dominate him in the bedroom. If they could only get *into* the apartment she was more than ready. He whipped out his keys and she wrapped her arms around him from behind, slipping her hands into his pockets. While not actually touching his firm length, she fondled his hips and groin and mashed her breasts into his back. Mulder's hands were shaking so badly he couldn't get the key in the lock. Finally he thumped his head against the wood and dropped the keys onto the floor. Scully stooped and picked them up. Stepping in front of Mulder, she had slightly better luck in unlocking his door, and kicked it open as soon as she twisted the knob. Half turning around, she grabbed a fistful of Mulder's clothes and dragged him inside after her. Once the door was firmly shut and locked, she pounced on him. Mulder cried out in pleasure when she at long last made his fantasy come true by tearing his shirt open. "Do you like that, Mulder? Do you like me ravishing you?" "Y..yes." She covered his torso with strokes and kisses. At the same time, they stumbled and inched their way across his living room to the door on the other side. Their progress was impeded by the fact that they were undressing each other as fast as possible while kissing and touching every patch of newly bared skin. Once they made it to the bedroom, Scully pushed Mulder onto the mattress and jumped on top of him. They kissed again, trying to climb into each other's mouths in a lust-frenzy. Mulder's pants were tangled around his ankles, one shoe off. Scully's bra was twisted up in her shirt, but she was naked from the waist down. At the same moment they realized they had to part in order to correct these problems. Scully stood up and impatiently untangled herself from her garments. Once free, she watched as Mulder pulled his boxers off. Her eyes looked eagerly at his penis, standing up tall from curly, dark-brown hair. The sight of him like that, naked and aroused for her, made her tremble deep inside. Every time she had seen him naked, she had wished it was like this. Her strength of will returned when Mulder looked up at her and his jaw dropped. He made a queer, grunting noise and swept his gaze over her from head to toe several times. "Fucking gorgeous," she heard him mutter. His praise of her made her strut for him. She twirled around slowly and heard his sharp intake of breath. She faced him again and slowly advanced to the bed. Mulder lay back on his elbows and looked up at her with a dazed, awed expression. "Wait..I need..." Mulder looked embarrassed. "What? What is it?" Scully was impatient. She had him right where she wanted him and he was stopping her. Typical. "Scully, I'm sorry. I should have stopped at a drugstore. I have condoms, but they're probably no good anymore - what?" He stopped short at her narrow-eyed gaze. "Mulder," she said slowly. "I don't think we need any. It's highly unlikely I'm going to get pregnant." Mulder flushed and looked away, then quickly met her eyes again. She was oddly touched by the grief in his face. "Besides, neither of us have been active...at least I...that is, I assume.." Scully trailed off, disconcerted at her inability to ask him this. Mulder smiled. Scully had never seen him smile quite like that; it was a smile full of love and tenderness and shyness, in equal measure. "I did say my condoms were all old, didn't I? I've been waiting for you." He beckoned her to get on the bed with him. This was it. She was going to make love to him. She was going to have sex with the man she'd been in love with since she met him. The most exasperating, infuriating, familiar, beloved man in her life. The one who completed her. She put first one knee over him, then the other. Mulder whimpered. Scully grabbed his penis and guided the head just inside. Mulder's eyes slammed shut and he let out a loud choking sound. She took hold of his hands and linked their fingers, holding them over his head. Now she had complete control over his body trembling beneath her. She lowered herself slowly onto him. She couldn't help moaning loudly as he slipped inside her. It was almost painful, but when she slid back up, her wetness coated him and leaked out onto his balls, helping lubricate his re-entry. As she pressed back down on him the slick heat between them and the delicious stretching of her muscles made her cry out again. Mulder lay as still as he could, granting her control, but it was difficult. It had been too long for both of them. He only hoped he wouldn't disgrace himself before she got a chance to come. Now that they were joined this way, her earlier impatience melted away. She stopped riding him and pressed down on him, rotating her hips in little circles. She was enchanted by his golden, gleaming body under hers, at the way his pubic hair looked matted next to hers. She had tears in her eyes from the feeling of love pulsing in his heartbeat, which she could feel deep in her belly. "Mulder," she called softly. His eyes fluttered open and he focused on her face. "I can feel you," she smiled. "I can feel you inside. You're touching my heart." Mulder lay quiet beneath her. Now he, too, moved his hips languidly. Scully leaned down and kissed him. They rolled and flexed together for a bit, but Mulder was impatient. He appreciated the slow lovemaking that allowed him to gain some control, but he felt as if he'd been waiting forever. Soon he was snapping his groin up hard, trying to increase the pace and give them the spectacular release they both needed. Scully still held his hands above his head though. He could not gain enough purchase to win the upper hand. Although he had been trying to keep quiet earlier, he could no longer contain his excited groans. Scully rose up to the tip of his shaft time and again before sliding unhurriedly back down. How can she be so calm, Mulder wondered frantically. His cock felt as if it were on fire. Yet she was not calm, not really. One look at her taut, straining face told him that. She was breathing very hard and her eyes kept slipping shut. When she leaned forward and ground down hard on him, his heart, which was already beating very hard, began to really pound. Scully's mouth opened, her eyes squeezed shut. Mulder felt her muscles grab him in the slickest, hottest fist he had ever known, felt the flood of orgasm, heard the deep throated wails she made. At last he knew the answers to his most secret fantasy questions; was she a moaner or a screamer? Did she come without fanfare or totally lose control? How he kept from going up in a red-hot flare he never knew. He struggled to free his hands from her grip. "Scully, please...PLEASE! I can't wait anymore! Oh God, please!" He rubbed and strained against her thighs, thrusting as hard as he could in his supine position. Scully was well satisfied. Her most cherished fantasy, the one she kept nearly secret from even herself, had come true; to use Mulder's body to pleasure herself. Now it was time for another, much more usual fantasy. She laid down on his chest, still impaled on his throbbing cock. She lay her head on his shoulder and carefully closed her legs so that they were cradled between his. "Your turn now, Mulder." He grabbed her hips and rolled them over with one push with his strong legs. She held still, letting him do the work so she wouldn't hurt him in the process. Mulder was drenched in sweat, breathing very hard, and his eyes were black with passion. He was desperate, so hungry for her. He reared back and plunged inside her repeatedly, as hard as he could. Dimly he was aware that her soft, yielding body was welcoming him and curling around him. Mulder was nearly mindless. He babbled in her ear how he loved her, how good it felt, how incredible this was. It was a relatively small thing that set him off. Scully had been holding onto his shoulders during her wild ride. When she sensed his imminent climax, she reached one hand around and pressed it between his shoulder blades. When Mulder felt that small hand on his back, he threw his head back and howled. And he was burning, burning, burning. He held still for a moment, holding himself up on his arms. Then he toppled sideways, landing beside her with a gusty exhalation. He took in great gulps of air, trying without success to open his eyes, to look at her, to speak. A great lassitude spread over his limp and sated body. He was hot. He was just too hot to do anything except lie there. He did manage to move his foot over until it bumped hers. They fell asleep with theirs ankles crossed. Later, she didn't know how much later, Scully woke to the feel of Mulder caressing her stomach. It was a delicious feeling, one of being simultaneously cherished and seduced. She opened her eyes to see his hazel eyes studying her face. "Hi," she greeted him throatily. It was difficult to speak when his hand was moving lower on her body like that. "Hi. I woke up and found you here in my bed." He sounded like an excited little boy. His kiss, when he swooped down on her, was that of a very excited man. He really *did* know how to kiss. It occurred to Scully that instead of wanting to slap him to shut him up from now on, she could just as easily kiss him. It was going to be interesting to see how this was going to translate into working together. Would they accomplish more...or less? Before she could follow that thought to a logical conclusion, Mulder moved up onto his knees and yanked her up to a sitting position. They sat facing each other with her legs draped over his lap while he nuzzled her neck. He snuggled into her as if she were his mother. As that image came to her, Scully felt a pang of dismay. Motherly was *not* how she felt towards Mulder. After all, he had a mother, one who he seemed to love very much despite the distance between them. His hands came up and laced through her hair, and her uncomfortable musings faded. She realized suddenly that with a sexual relationship came physical and emotional release for both of them. Like two children in the Garden of Eden, they were free to heal each other. Here, away from the office, they were free to be childlike together. They were free to indulge in play, any kind of play and games they wanted. She cupped his face in her hands and looked at him. His face was split in a happy grin. He twisted his head to kiss her palms, then grabbed her wrists and began kissing his way up her arms, alternating to make sure each got equal attention. Reaching her elbows, Mulder opened his mouth and let his tongue caress her. Scully caught her breath. All thoughts of childlike games fled. He gently gripped her cheeks and explored her face with lips gentle as a butterfly's wings. His thumbs drew circles on her cheekbones, and his penis hardened against her butt cheeks. She rolled sensuously against him, and he made a happy noise in his throat. He laid her down again and kissed and nipped at her collarbones. Scully realized that he was learning her body. Not for any erotic reason in particular, but because he wanted to commit her to memory. His breathing became ragged when she refused to lay passively. Having noticed that his chest was sensitive, she trailed her hands over it. Her pinky grazed one of his nipples, and he gasped sharply. Curious, Scully repeated the action with a firmer touch, and he closed his eyes and moaned. "Do that more. I think I like it," Mulder requested. Scully fondled and pinched both his nipples at once. The result was a cry and a violent shudder from Mulder. He crouched over her on all fours, eyes closed and mouth open. Scully thought he was the most stunning creature she had ever seen. She let go of him to get his attention. He opened his eyes and glanced down to the small swirl of hair at her crotch. Scully spread her legs a little and Mulder *actually licked his lips*. "Huuuunhhhhhh," she moaned, feeling a flood of wetness at the sight of his tongue. "Scully, I want to go down on you. Please, I...have fantasies about it." "Mulder, so do I!" "Ohhh, Scully. God. You're so perfect." He moved between Scully's thighs and began loving her with his mouth. His cock became almost unbearably hard, and he undulated against her sheets in an effort to relieve it a little. The taste of her was salty honey, and he relished it like a boy with a ice cream cone, complete with hums of enjoyment. As for Scully, as soon as she felt his breath on her, she thrust up into his face shamelessly. It was unreal how good that wet, full mouth felt on her. His slick tongue endeavored to remind her of the almost-forgotten connections between her vulva and her nipples, her fingertips, her toes, her scalp. Together they discovered that her favorite thing was a tie between two activities; when he opened his lips against her, and treated her opening like a mouth to be french kissed, and when he ran his tongue up and down her sticky lips, with occasional flicks at her clit. Mulder would have been happy to go on eating her to a froth for quite some time, except for the fact that she was tugging on his hair, and it hurt. "Come here, come here," he eventually made out what she was saying. "What?" Mulder moved up and next to her, but she impatiently grabbed him. "No! Like this...wanna suck you..." He nearly came at her words, and the realization that Scully was proposing a 69. With herself on top. He would not last long. Just the thought that it would be his hot little redheaded partner doing these "naughty" things with him was making him crazy. Hell, he owned a number of videos featuring such an activity. It was every guy's fantasy. And here was Scully, proposing it all on her own. His head swam and his hard-on pulsed. Sure enough, when the silk of her lips covered him and he felt her nose nuzzle his scrotum, his hands tightened roughly on her thighs, and he was reduced to whimpering. For several minutes she sucked him with her wet heavenly mouth while he tried to pay some attention to her. Scully began improvising, leaning forward enough that he couldn't reach her with his tongue anymore. It was almost a relief, he knew he couldn't focus anymore. She wrapped a hand around his shaft while her tongue tickled his balls. They began drawing up to his body as he was rocketed up several levels towards release. Scully laved him generously, soaking him with saliva and very gently pulling each furred sac into her mouth for a moment. Mulder was delirious with sensation. He pressed two fingers into her vagina, wanting to pleasure her and make her come, hopefully with him. He was unaware that his head was thrashing on the pillow, his face was alarmingly red, and that he was making helpless cries of pleasure. Scully, meanwhile, was having control issues of her own. She pushed herself backwards rhythmically, fucking herself on Mulder's hand. She was so close, and she wanted to bring him with her. By pulling on his knees she was able to get Mulder to lift them enough to expose his ass to her ministrations. On her next lunge forward, she ran her tongue over his anus. It worked beautifully. Mulder yelped and thrust his fingers deeper inside her. His thumb landed heavily on her clit and ground in circles over it. "GAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" He screamed in ecstasy, pumping his hips in short jerks in time to the pulses of come he shot into her mouth. He sounded so sexy, his fingers felt so good, that Scully lost it and was pushed over the edge too. "Oh Mulder! Oh Mulder! Oh Mulder!" They lay in satiation for awhile, listening to each other's breathing settle down. Finally Mulder rolled and wiggled around so his head was near hers. Scully pouted for a second. She'd been studying his feet and wondering if he liked having his toes sucked during foreplay. "Scully," Mulder sounded near tears and she glanced at him in concern. "That was incredible. You were wonderful. I only hope I fulfilled your fantasies half so well." One ginger eyebrow arched. "Fantasies...as in plural?" She thought for a moment. "No, Mulder. I have a few I'm saving for a rainy day." She grinned wickedly. "Can you really say that I made *all* your fantasies come true?" Mulder grinned. "Scully, when you licked me..to make me come..I couldn't believe it. It was like you were reading my mind." He closed his eyes and quivered as he relived the intense pleasure of that moment. "What do you mean?" Scully levered herself up on one elbow to continue the conversation. "Look in my bedside table drawer." Scully rolled over, unaware that Mulder was hungrily eyeing her ass as she went. She pulled open the drawer and found the tube of Astroglide inside. She gazed at it for several seconds in contemplation. Then she glanced over at her lover thoughtfully. "What's this for?" she asked very softly. Mulder heard the underlying steel in her whisper. Amazed, he watched his cock twitch and try to rise again. Scully shoved him, hard, forcing him onto his stomach. She pinned his hands behind his back as if preparing to put cuffs on him. As if he was one of the big, muscular criminals she had to subdue. Holding him, she moved down his body until her face was level with his gluteus maximus. Her breath cascaded over him and Mulder whimpered in abject arousal. "My, my. I see some extreme possibilities here we need to explore, Agent Mulder." The End! I love ScullyDom, don't you? Tell me how much you like it. DKMulder@juno.com Title: Sunday's Spanking Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: Scully makes Mulder tell her his secret fantasy. Then she makes it come true. I don't want to say anymore, cause that would spoil the fun! Rating: NC17 Category/Keywords: Tickling. Spanking. ScullyDom Author's Notes: OK, this is the last of the Torn Shirt fics, and the delivery of a promise I made a long time ago, to write a tickle/spank fic. For Sdani, who loves MulderBuns. For anyone out there who loves tickling, and you know who you are! For mims, who waited patiently for this fic to be written, and who is one of my best friends that I never see. Well, almost never. There was this one time in Ohio...and I want to repeat that sometime, mims! "C'mon Mulder," she growled. "I wanna know what that Astroglide is for." Mulder went weak beneath her, though she could tell by the way he held his body beneath her that he was aroused again. "Let me up, Scully," he said hoarsely. Ohhh. So he needed her to *make" him tell her his fantasy. Scully was momentarily shocked by how much she wanted to bend her strong partner to her will. She argued with him almost daily at work, and still ended up believing him in her heart of hearts, despite her outward claims of skepticism. Now, she could finally make him do what she wanted. And she knew exactly how to go about it. "You said you had fantasies. And you told me to look in the drawer. What for?" Scully began working him, pulling one arm up at a time to rest next to his head. Then she scrambled up to the head of the bed and crossed his arms at the wrists. When she put uneven pressure on them, Mulder had no choice but to roll over. She still held his wrists in the firmest grip she could muster. Mulder was a strong man. She had to be stronger. His eyes darted wildly about the room, refusing to meet hers. "You know, Scully. Astroglide is like KY Jelly. It's, uh, slick, you know? And I use it to...muh, muh, masturbate." He blushed as the word left his lips, which surprised Scully. She would have figured him to be very casual about such a topic, given his choice of private viewing materials. As well as the sex they had just had. "I'm not buying it, darlin'" she retorted briskly. Time for the second part of her plan. The part where she made him weak, made him her plaything. Made him hysterical and eager to please, eager to tell her anything, do anything for her. As well as have a hell of a good time in the process. She sat on his hands. Mulder was now flat on his back with his arms pinned helplessly above him. Perfect. Scully placed her hands over his underarms, the threat implicit. Mulder froze. "Now then," she continued almost conversationally. "I think you have some deep down fantasies. I think you are ashamed of wanting what you want, but you want me to know anyway...so I can make the fantasies come true. I think you need to TELL ME!" She shouted the last two words at the same time that she started his tickle torture in earnest. She had him good and pinned down, there was no way in hell he was getting away. Scully stroked her fingers repeatedly over the small bit of sensitive skin that was normally well protected. Mulder laughed and squirmed, trying to pull his hands out from under her butt. His feet kicked frantically, but she had no fear that he would hurt her. Mulder was in good shape, but he was not flexible enough to kick something above his own head. "So are you gonna tell me?" she asked loudly over his noise. "S-s-s-stop! Ah ha ha ha! STOP! Hahahah, please!" "Tell me the answer, Mulder!" "OK! Hahahah! I'll tell you anything!" His quick surrender almost disappointed Scully. Tickling Mulder was a lot more fun than she had anticipated. Looking down at his red, straining face, she reluctantly eased her hands away from his armpits. If he told her the answer, would she be able to let him go? Or would she tickle him some more, just because she didn't know when she would ever have him this vulnerable again? "Well?" she prompted as Mulder just lay there puffing and panting. "You said, when I licked you, that I was reading your mind." "Well....I...when I said it was good for masturbating...." Mulder stuttered, almost as if he were stalling for time. "I really want you...to make your hand all slick...you know, and touch me..." he trailed off uncomfortably. "Anything else?" she queried as her fingers began to twitch towards his armpits again. Mulder huffed a few times, still trying to free himself. Scully drew slow circles on his sides, high up on his ribcage. Mulder sputtered and choked, rolling frantically but unable to get away. She stopped again. "Oh God. No more, I can't stand it!" She gave him a few more seconds to calm down. No use wasting this opportunity by going too fast and having him suffocate or something. When he took a deep breath and met her eyes, she began tickling him again. Right on his bare underarms. She had found that it was highly effective. "You want me to play with your ass, don't you Mulder?" she said as he howled and laughed. Her fingers stroked and caressed in circles, in up and down sweeps, in peppery little pokes all over his tender spots. She kept going, tickling him without any rest. She looked only under his arms, gauging which patch of skin should be touched next, searching through the hair until she found the very middle of his underarms, which she then tormented. Oh, the power that lay in just the pads of her fingers! Finally she checked on him to see how he was doing. Mulder's face was contorted in agonized ecstasy, it was very red and bordering on purple. He was making no noise, but laughing so hard that his entire body was shaking and thrashing. Every muscle was rigid. He was clearly at the end of his endurance. Scully stopped immediately. "You see Mulder? I have mercy. I can see that you can't stand it anymore. I stopped." Mulder was still vulnerable, and he knew it. He was too strung out to fully appreciate the break. His nerve endings still sang with the tickle sensation. "Please, please!" he keened. "I've stopped, Mulder." Scully pressed her hand firmly in the middle of his chest and spoke slowly and clearly. "If you don't want me to do that again, and NOT stop, tell me what you want me to do with the Astroglide." Oh, she was so mean to him! But she fully intended to make it up to him. At last Mulder was able to calm down and respond. She gently encouraged him to tell her the fantasy that he told no one else, ever. The one that made him feel that he was a sick man with unnatural desires. He gave in to her, he told her everything. "I want you to touch my ass. In every way. With your hands, with your tongue, with your fingers. Do anything and everything. I want you to lick me. I even want you to...put your fingers...inside me." She praised him lavishly for trusting her with his best kept secret as she released him and massaged the feeling back into his arms. She let him know that not only did she not think less of him for wanting such things, but she was as excited as he at the prospect of fulfilling those desires. And she comforted him for his ordeal in the sweetest way imaginable. Meanwhile, as they made love, she laid her plans for him. And plans for his delectable, delicious ass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A few days later Mulder stood uncertainly in Scully's doorway. She sat coolly regarding him from her couch, waiting for him to come in so she could pounce, he was sure. Today was the day. He was horribly nervous, and could not find the excitement that was usually so rife in him at the thought of her doing these kinds of things. "Come in, Mulder." she invited finally. He took a few steps in, and shut the door behind him. "Lock it," she instructed. Swallowing nervously, he did so. Now there was truly no escape. Without being bidden, because he knew it was expected, he moved slowly towards the couch where she sat. It was then that he noticed the bag next to her. He jerked in recognition, knowing it was filled with things she would use on him. He stopped a few feet from her. "Did you take a shower before you came over?" How could her voice be so low; so silky and yet so rough at the same time? It was like a hand rubbed wrongways over his fine hairs, they stood on end. "Yes." His own voice was rough and deep. "Did you wash....everywhere?" Oh God! Scully, you're killing me! Mulder's eyes squeezed shut. "Yes." "Then come here." Now came the moment he had previously longed for, and now dreaded. He had promised her this. Scully had decided that this would be the best way to give him what he wanted. But Mulder wasn't so sure he wanted it anymore. "Undress," she added as he stood there uncertain how to start. Mulder grabbed the neckline of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. His nipples puckered as the cotton fabric dragged over them. He stood holding his shirt, uncertain where to put it. Scully was silent, staring at his chest, so he just draped it over the arm of the sofa. With hands trembling so badly he could barely undo the buttons, Mulder unfastened his jeans and slid them down his legs. When he dared a glance at Scully, her gaze was traveling all over his body. She liked what she saw. He tucked his head down so she wouldn't see the smile that broke out on his face. Quickly, he worked off his sneakers and stood up to kick off his pants. He puffed out his chest a bit and thrust his hips forward so his cock filled out the front of his boxers nicely. After a only a few seconds of admiration, however, Scully imperiously ordered him to get on with it. She was still in charge, despite the strip show he was giving her. Back to being uncertain, Mulder shed his last barrier and stood humbly before her. She crooked a finger at him in a "come here" gesture. Naked, he laid himself over her lap, like a little boy about to receive punishment from his mother. But this was about much more than a spanking. This was meant to be erotic and invasive and satisfying and humiliating all at the same time. Mulder noted the warm air on his bare skin. The fact that she had raised the heat in her home to make him more comfortable helped ease his nervousness. He jerked when he felt her small hands caressing his buttocks. She ignored the movement. Scully stroked her palms leisurely over his ass, caressing and stroking, enjoying the way he alternately tensed and relaxed. Her touch became surer, stronger, until she was working the muscles in a massage. Never before had Mulder received a butt massage. It implied a lot of trust to lay still and be touched so intimately. Scully was skilled with her hands. Before long, Mulder was utterly relaxed under her ministrations. He almost didn't notice when Scully stopped to delve into the bag at her side. But he did notice when a furry touch replaced the one of warm skin. Scully wore a velvety mitt on one hand. She laid her bare hand on his lower back, firmly, and with the mitt she smoothed over his bottom in the same sweeping motion she had first employed. The sensation was amazing. Warm, almost tickly, and very erotic. Mulder squirmed and wiggled on her lap. He was getting excited. Now she spoke for the first time since they began. "Be still Mulder." Instantly he obeyed her. There was no choice for him when she used that cold "stand down" voice of hers. When she had thoroughly mapped his hiney with the fur mitt, she took both hands off of him for long moments. He waited breathlessly. Her finger began to stroke lightly over the crack of his ass. She teased him; sometimes her touch was so light he could barely feel it, other times she pressed harder, as if she was seeking entrance. Now, she pushed her finger against his sphincter. Mulder pulled away, and Scully immediately brought her hand down on his butt with a stinging slap. Shocked, Mulder lay still as stone. The arousal that swept through him when he felt that ~crack~ against his skin brought back every fantasy he'd ever had of Scully exploring his most intimate of areas. "I told you to be still." He didn't even need her to reprimand him in that tone. He would do anything for her right now. Still, the incident made Scully lose her nerve. She went back to stroking his buttocks, but rather aimlessly now. Occasionally she would trace the cleft, but not nearly so confidently. He had to encourage her, and he knew the best way to do it. Mulder began wiggling again, making as if he would crawl away. Startled, Scully clamped a hand on his upper thigh, and asked, "What are you doing?" "I'm not sure this is a good idea after all, Scully." He made sure to put juuuust enough shakiness in his voice to bring her out. She dragged him back in her lap with a "We'll just see about that, Mulder. I know how much you want this. Now let me touch you the way I want." Pure cliche. She wasn't in the spirit enough to suit Mulder. He wanted Scully to let go and be the Kung Fu bitch he craved. She was just parroting what she thought he wanted to hear. His next move would get her going. Raising his ass off of Scully's lap, Mulder waved it brazenly in the air. "Bad boy, Mulder! I told you to be still!" She brought her open hand down on his muscular rear again and again, enjoying the way his cheeks quivered and pinkened. Enjoying still more his guttural grunts and the way his stiff cock poked her inner thigh with each blow. She stopped much sooner than she would have liked, but she didn't want to go overboard. The idea here was to pleasure Mulder, not hurt him. She could never hurt him. "Is that sufficient? Will you be good now and let me do what I like?" "Yes, Scully. Thank you." Mulder was certainly pliant now. He lolled limply against her thighs. Well, not completely limp. Scully reached into her goody bag again and pulled out the one item she hadn't needed to buy. Mulder's tube of Astroglide was nearly empty, but there was enough to fulfill her goal. Putting a drop on the tip of her finger, she rolled it between her digits to warm it a bit. It didn't get sticky with friction the way her KY Jelly did. She reached back down and gently pressed her finger back against Mulder's anus. He didn't resist this time, but moaned very low in his throat. His thighs quivered, but he controlled himself as she had instructed. Her movements were gentle, persuading his asshole to open for her and let her penetrate him. The deeper she went, the tenser Mulder became. His sounds were high pitched, almost whiny. "You can move now, Mulder. But only for enjoyment." He mewled in response, pushing back against her hand eagerly. Sluttishly. Scully's finger slid so deep she thought it would hurt him, but by the way he was guiding her with his body's movements, fucking himself on her hand, she guessed not. Mulder began rolling his hips until Scully's fingertip touched his prostate. She could tell instantly what the hard little bundle of nerves was, because Mulder gasped, and shook, and pushed back more frantically. "Oh God! More! More fingers!" A well opened in her belly, trickling wetness and breathless lust down into her panties. She slipped a second finger into him. The edge of her hand brushed his balls as she worked him, thrusting into him. He was nearly wailing now, his head turned so most of the sound was muffled by the cushions of the couch. Slowly, Scully came to the realization that this was not enough. Mulder's cries were beginning to sound desperate. His straining was intense and jerky. He couldn't come. And neither could she. This position, which had at first seemed so ideal, couldn't carry them to the proper conclusion. She couldn't reach his cock, which wept for attention in her lap, nor could he touch her. Somehow she had to fix that. Withdrawing her fingers made Mulder peer at her curiously over his shoulder. "Let's try something different, ok?" He nodded, and moved blearily off the couch. Scully had him kneel in front of it, so that his upper body was draped over the seat and his ass stuck out invitingly. She gave him a pillow to kneel on, and got one for herself as well, just behind him. She spread his cheeks open lovingly, revealing his small, puckered hole. It was still relaxed from her earlier fingering. Mulder hissed in anticipation of her next move. Scully moved forward and let her tongue bathe him with long, wet swipes. At the same time, she wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked him. He let his breath out on a shuddering sigh as she settled in to eat his ass. Briefly, she wished for French vanilla ice cream. It would go so well with his sweaty, salty taste. He was completely unable to control his vocal responses. Long and loud utterances of her name, God's name, and general cries and grunts rewarded her. He assured her many times that what she was doing felt good and wonderful. He couldn't stop moving. He spread his thighs to give her better access, he pumped his hips in short, rhythmic strokes. And then he couldn't bear anymore. Subtly, he began to direct her. "Oh please Scully! Will you suck my cock? And maybe...penetrate me more?" He didn't say, 'use your fingers' she realized. He was hoping for one more item out of that bag. And she could give it to him. With a last swirl of her tongue on his asshole and a last slide of her palm on his cock, Scully let go of him and moved so that her back was against the couch. She was eye to eye with Mulder. He looked crazed. His eyes were black and sweat slicked his brow. He was breathing in shallow gasps. Scully waited until his eyes met hers. Then she reached up and behind her until she found the goody bag. Mulder's gaze tracked her questing hand. She found the item she sought, the last thing in the bag. When she drew it out, Mulder had to turn his head aside, eyes squeezed shut, and breath deeply to stop from coming all over her face. He didn't want to come yet. He very much wanted to enjoy the slim vibrator she held. "A little more lubricant, Mulder? I want it to be slick so I can push it fast and hard in and out of your ass." "Oh God, Scully!" Mulder shouted. Her polite, prim mouth saying such dirty things to him made him frantic. She dabbed more Astroglide on the tip of the toy and pushed him backwards until his arms were outstretched and his hands gripped the edge of the couch cushions. She scooted down until she was level with his cock, which jerked in the direction of her mouth. Carefully, she reached around his hips and felt with one hand until she found his entrance and laid the tip of her finger against it. With her other hand, she brought the vibrator to bear on his ass and guided it inside. As it nudged inside of him, Mulder clenched his teeth and swallowed repeatedly, struggling for control. Scully's lips parted and she slipped the head of his cock in her mouth. Thankfully, she did not suck, yet. She merely held him in her mouth until the toy was all the way inside him. Only then did she begin to move, slowly thrusting the object in and out of his virgin asshole while hollowing her cheeks to take his swollen cock deeper and deeper. He threw his head back, caught between the incredible sensations like a butterfly on a pin. Yet there was none of the pain such an image evoked, only ecstasy. Indeed, he was rocked so deeply with joy and pleasure that he was nearly cut by its intensity. He longed to push forward into the wet haven of her mouth, wanted to feel her tongue swishing along the underside of his shaft all the way to his balls. But at the same time, the pressure in his rectum caused a nearly uncontrollable desire to push *backwards*, until the slender tip of the toy rammed his prostrate gland. Scully seemed to sense his dilemma, for she sucked him harder and, true to her word, began to thrust the vibrator aggressively into him. Pleasure washed over him, made the small hairs of his body stand up, made his thighs quiver and his lower back tingle and his ass cheeks clench. Then she turned the vibrator on. Mulder screamed. Then he wailed, and thrashed his head back and forth. He had only a few seconds to enjoy that *buzzing*, that intolerable *vibrating* against the bit of flesh that controlled his sexual and orgasmic responses, before he erupted into Scully's throat. She held onto him for dear life. He was nearly choking her with the force of his climax, it was so strong. He seemed to have found some capacity for words, at least. "Oh GOD, oh GOD, oh GOD! Oh, YES! Ohhhh, I can't stop COMING!" Exclamations that might ordinarily sound ridiculous, but when cried out in that breathless, roughened voice of *his*, it was enough to make her drenched pussy clench in love and desire. He wasn't even ejaculating anymore, but the pulses continued to wash over him. She could feel the throbbing of his cock. "Oh God, Scully, I can't stop coming! I'm gonna die, oh dear God!" He didn't sound terribly alarmed at the prospect of death by orgasm, but Scully became a tad concerned. She switched off the vibrator and slid it from his unresisting butt. Moving her mouth backwards on his cock enough to glance up and check his face, she saw that it was completely slack, and that his eyes had rolled back in his head until only the whites were visible. While she watched, his orgasm finally ended, and Mulder collapsed bonelessly to the floor, out cold. Scully gaped at him, stunned. Quickly, she leaned forward to check his pulse and breathing. He was fine, he would probably come to in a bit, sleepy and content. Indeed, a small smile played around the corners of his mouth already. He looked happy and sated. Which reminded her of her own, non-trivial problem. She was horny as all hell, and her lover was unconscious! Slowly, Scully looked from Mulder's slack face to the vibrator still in her hand. A wicked grin unfurled itself over her mouth. Moving quickly, she washed the toy off in her bathroom. She really didn't want Mulder to come to while she was still using it, it would be embarrassing. But when she walked fast back into her living room, she found Mulder, aware, and curled up in a corner of the sofa. He was still naked, and when she slowed down and looked at him, he stretched like a cat. Patting the space next to him invitingly, he murmured, "C'mere, Scully." He knew. He knew how turned on she was, and he knew she had the vibrator. Scully flopped down next to him, shoving it into the space between the cushions. Mulder hardly spared it a glance. "Good. Let's keep it close by, in case I want to use it." Swiftly, he moved in close to her. As he worked open the buttons on her blouse, Scully cast a pointed look in his lap and suggested gently, "Shouldn't we wait awhile? I don't want to rush you, and I'm perfectly fine with hugging and kissing." Mulder looked puzzled. "Don't you want to make love?" She pushed on his chest to make him sit back. Scully didn't want to insult or question Mulder's prowess, but he was in no shape to take on an aroused woman in her thirties. She reached down and took hold of his penis. Just as she thought, completely flaccid. She gave it a gentle squeeze and a tug, nothing. No pulse of excited blood. Not surprised at all, she looked at his face to gauge his reaction. Mulder moved close to her again and this time focused on unfastening her skirt. Fresh arousal flooded her. Mulder was eager to make love to her, although he could not get it up. Which meant he had to think more about how to touch her and pleasure her. Which meant he would be more creative than usual. Also, he would not have his own excitement as a distraction and would be completely focused on her. She was down to her bra and panties now. Mulder's mouth danced sensuously over her kneecaps while his slender fingers kneaded her calves. Scully moaned and curled her toes against his chest, running her fingers through his thick dark hair. He moved up to her belly, and looked up at her. "Let's move to the bedroom, okay?" "Planning on going to sleep, are you Mulder?" He grinned lazily. "I just don't want to have to carry you when you collapse in exhausted satiation." She laughed in delight, and they quickly gathered their clothes and went into her bedroom. Scully removed the last of her clothes while Mulder watched her from the bed with shining eyes. She moved closer, but when she would have lain next to him, he sat up, and held her close while nuzzling her breasts. He pinched and fondled her buttocks, lazily slipped a nipple into his mouth and sucked slowly, deeply. Scully gasped in appreciation. She loved his slow approach to foreplay, but truly, making him scream and writhe and come had been preparation enough for her. "Put that mouth to better uses, Mulder." He rested his chin on her breastbone to gaze into her face, grinning happily. She mussed his hair, giving him a goofy, little boy look that clashed with his lean, naked body. "Don't be in such a hurry, Scully." His fingers curled around her hipbones. His mouth explored her belly from breasts to pubic bone with moist kisses. She let her head fall back, sighing and moaning to encourage him. Honestly, it felt as though he were *worshipping* her. His soft hair brushed against the undersides of her breasts, causing her nipples to tighten even more. The slow cherishing, the deliberate foreplay, was intensifying her desire until the hollow feeling between her legs was an ache. She felt she could come at any moment. It would not take much to set her off. "You smell so good," he said against her skin. "Like peaches dipped in fermented honey." One red eyebrow arched in response to his absurd, poetic ramblings. How sweetly romantic of him. Then he fell backwards on the mattress, pulling her with him. Scully crawled up his torso with her knees on each side of him until she reached his head, then straddled his face eagerly. He already had his tongue out. Wonderful man. She lowered herself right onto it. Mulder wasted no time. He used as much of his tongue as he could, trying to lick her everywhere at once. He brought his beautiful hands into the play too. With his right hand, he used a forefinger to delicately flick at her clit. With his left, he used two fingers to stroke inside her. "Oh God it feels so good Mulder yeah lick me there yeah lick me oh god it's so good yeah come on lick me yeah lick me more" she chanted, moving faster over him. His eyes were so bright, with love, with the excitement of watching her. She felt they could light up her nights like no other light ever could. His fingers bumped that magical spot inside her, sending sparks along her spine. And then she was coming and his tongue was stiff and thrust as deep inside her as he could make it go and she was yelling and grinding down on his face, probably choking him as he had choked her and Scully grabbed a handful of his hair and Mulder grabbed her hips and dug himself deeper into her and swallowed everything she had to give him. She was frozen in a rictus of pleasure, spine rigid, head lolling on a neck too weak to support it. Scully was only vaguely aware of Mulder's hands sliding along her back to ease her down beside him. A whisper of silk, and her comforter was laid over their bodies, entwined in afterglow. The next morning, when Scully awoke to hideous morning breath from Mulder and the beautiful sight of his stubbly faced bedhead on her pillow, she realized she had achieved "someday" and that this was her happy ending. The End!