TITLE: So Cruel (1/1)
AUTHOR: Isahunter
RATING: NC17
CATEGORY: V
SPOILERS: Up to "How The Ghosts Stole Christmas," S6.
ARCHIVE: Yes, with my name and all headers attached
FEEDBACK: Isahunter@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen, and FOX. No 
infringement intended. No money is being made off of this story.
SUMMARY: Scully gets some long-awaited revenge.

For all the men who ever said they'd help me write my sex scenes. Thanks guys, 
but I 
think I pretty much have it covered.

NC17! (graphic sexual situations) If you are under age, read no further.

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"I know I left it in here somewhere."

Scully grimaced at very sight of Mulder's disorderly desk, watching with bored 
fascination as he shuffled around papers and files, adding to the chaos. His 
apartment 
looked as if the Tasmanian Devil had blown through. Sitting down on the couch, 
careful 
to avoid the sticky remnants of a slice of pizza, she groaned.

"Mulder, it stinks in here." He didn't even acknowledge her. Not that she'd 
expected him 
to. "Wouldn't it be easier if you actually brought your work to the office 
instead of 
leaving it here?"

"Now there's an idea. I forgot the file, Scully. Do you really think I'd subject 
myself to 
your interrogation on purpose?"

She glared at the back of his head. "Well, we all know how lonely you are...how 
you only 
keep me around to avoid drowning in your paramasturbatory illusions."

He finally turned to look at her. "I thought we agreed never to bring that up 
again."

She stared down at her hands. They had agreed...agreed to forget that he dragged 
her 
along on another of his stupid expeditions, by stealing her car keys. Agreed 
never to 
mention how they'd almost killed each other. But even that much she could 
forgive him 
for. At least, that time, he had thought to include her.

Standing up, she sauntered over to where he stood. "I'm sorry. You're right. I 
won't 
mention it again."

The scowl didn't leave his face.

"Sit down, Mulder. You're so tense."

He still stood there.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him down into the wooden chair 
before 
his desk. He sat rigidly, his entire body a block of stone. Using her fingers, 
she began 
kneading the knotted muscles in his neck. Tension. That was what this was all 
about, 
wasn't it? For one shining moment on Christmas eve, they had shed their business 
personas and gleefully opened presents like excited children. But once they 
returned to 
the office, everything returned to normal. Back to the tension and glaring 
unrest that had 
so recently painted itself over their relationship. She knew what the catalyst 
had 
been...that near kiss in the hallway all those months ago. But that wasn't the 
only cause. 
The real reason had been slowly building, like a pressure cooker, for years.

Sliding his suit coat off of his shoulders, she worked her way down the solid 
line of 
muscles. He made no sound, gave her no encouragement, but she could tell the 
massage 
was having its desired effect. He let his head loll back on his shoulders and 
gazed at her.

"Do you really think I'd only stay with you because I was lonely?"

She didn't want to answer him, because part of her suspected it was true. 
Smiling softly, 
she shook her head. "No, Mulder."

Working her thumb against his shoulder blade, she was finally rewarded with a 
deep 
rumbling groan.

"Put your arms back," she said, pushing harder. Knowing the human body like she 
did 
had its advantages. She knew just where to move to give him the full benefit of 
a deep 
tissue massage. The look on his face was damned near blissful as he complied. 
And he 
never saw it coming.

With his arms slid through the slats of the chair, behind him, his only clue 
that something 
was wrong came when he heard the distinctive sound of her handcuffs clicking 
over his 
wrists.

His arms jerked suddenly, with nowhere to go. "What the--Scully, what are you 
doing?"

"Shhh." She put her fingers to his lips. "Just relax. It's my turn to talk now."

She stepped around in front of him, noting the startling bulge developing in his 
slacks. 
So...Mulder liked being tied up.

Reaching up to loosen his tie, she met his heavy-lidded gaze. "I wasn't really 
angry about 
the whole 'haunted house' thing, Mulder. I mean, not the way you thought I was. 
I didn't 
mind a little adventure. I just hate it when you take me for granted...when you 
assume I'll 
tag along whether I want to or not. And when I didn't want to, you made sure I 
couldn't 
leave."

"Scully, I didn't--"

She put her fingers to his lips once more. "Uh-uh. Too much talking."

Unknotting his tie, she let it slide between her fingers. "You always assume so 
many 
things about me, Mulder. Like the fact that you seem to think I like being left 
behind 
when you run off to the middle of nowhere."

He looked like he was about to speak again, but thought better of it.

"Do you really think I like worrying about you, not knowing where you are 
or...who 
you're with? Do you think I liked watching you run off with Diana, only to take 
the 
blame when things went wrong? Do you?"

"No, I never--"

Slipping the tie from his collar, she shook her head. "I think it's about time I 
silenced that 
sweet-talking mouth of yours, Mulder."

He looked genuinely stunned, for once in his life. But he wasn't about to open 
his mouth. 
Running her fingers over his lips, she took the choice away from him. Digging 
her 
fingernails into the flesh just below his jaw bone, she caused him to flinch in 
pain...opening his mouth just enough for her to slide the tie between his teeth.

Unfortunately, he also bit her in the process.

Shaking her sore fingers, she slipped around behind him and quickly tied the gag 
into 
place. "You'll pay for that one later, Mulder."

When she stepped before him once more, his eyes were no longer glazed in 
fascination. 
This time his feral glare was almost frightening...or, it would have been, if he 
hadn't been 
tied up. With a little smirk, she turned and started rummaging through the desk 
drawers.

"Sometimes I wonder, Mulder. The other agents call me Mrs. Spooky, but I think 
you've 
taken that name to heart as well. You expect me to sit at home waiting for you 
like the 
little wife." Finding what she was looking for, she gave him satisfied smile. 
"Well this is 
the last time you're ever going to leave me behind, so I suggest you enjoy it."

Pushing the drawer shut with her hip, she turned to him with seven rubber bands 
hanging 
from her fingers. "You can be so cruel to me sometimes, Mulder. I think its 
about time 
for a little taste of your own medicine."

Although he surely had no idea what she had in mind, he started struggling in 
earnest, the 
cuffs making a horrible racket as they banged against the chair. He didn't 
settle down in 
the least when she slid to her knees before him. He looked almost scared...but 
nothing 
could hide his still-bulging erection.

Sliding her hands up the solid expanse of his thighs, she let them come to a 
rest just 
inches from his groin. "Did I ever tell you what it's like when you're gone? 
What agony I 
go through, hoping you're all right, praying you aren't dead? Denying the fact 
that you 
just might be with another woman?"

His nostrils flared as he stared down at her, his eyes shadowed by his furrowed 
brow.

"When you come back, I don't know whether to kiss you or shoot you. Have you 
ever 
known that feeling, Mulder?"

He appeared to swallow heavily, despite the gag in his mouth.

"No, I didn't think you had."

His whole body jerked when her fingers reached for his zipper. His eyes were 
wide with 
panic, and she could hear the pathetic sound of him trying to speak past his 
gag. The 
muffled words and shouts were almost enough to make her giggle.

Undoing the button and hook on his slacks, she pulled the fabric out of the way 
to expose 
the gray cotton of his briefs. Caressing the stretched cotton, she wrung a moan 
from deep 
in his throat.

"I never understand how you can try to kiss me one day, and ditch me on another. 
Do you 
want me, or don't you? You have me spinning like a dog chasing its tail. How am 
I 
supposed to make sense of anything when you're always running away from me?"

His eyes glittered dangerously as he pulled at his cuffs once more.

Running her fingers over the seams of his briefs, she sucked in a delighted 
breath when 
he shifted his hips and his erection seemed to follow her movements. When she 
slipped 
her fingers into the side opening of his shorts, he damned near sprung out into 
her hands. 
He let out a tortured groan at the feel of her fingers against bare skin. Hot, 
hard, pulsating 
bare skin.

She licked her lips. "Sometimes I lie in bed at night and wonder what you look 
like with 
a hard-on. I'm not disappointed in the least."

Her fingers teased him, sliding from the base of his cock to the head in one 
slow pull. He 
closed his eyes, as if unable to bear watching her. Slouched in that chair, with 
his pants 
open and his chest rising and falling in rapid succession, he looked absolutely 
decadent. 
Leaning closer, her breath stirring the hair at the base of his cock, she licked 
away the 
drop of moisture crowning the swollen head.

She wondered if he was even aware of the keening sound coming from his throat.

While he wasn't paying attention, she slipped the rubber bands off of her hand 
and let 
them fall into her lap. Picking up one of them, she doubled it and pushed it 
over the tips 
of her fingers. "Do you know what agony is, Mulder? Do you know what it's like 
to want 
something so bad and not be able to have it?"

He opened his eyes, once again taking on a look a panic as he spotted the band 
around 
her fingers.

"I thought we might play a little game." Until now her voice had been light, 
teasing, but 
the sudden seriousness of her tone made him freeze against the back of the 
chair. He 
watched in an almost morbid fascination as she wrapped her hand around his cock 
and 
slid the rubber band into place around the base. Must be careful to watch for 
those little 
hairs," she said, slyly. "Ouch."

His eyes grew wider as she picked up another rubber band and gave it the same 
treatment, sliding it into place a little less than an inch from the first. The 
bands were 
tight, snug, but not enough to be painful. Not yet anyway. But with the way she 
kept 
sliding her fingers up and down the length of him, they both knew they would be 
soon. 
On and on, she moved, to the next rubber band, careful to keep from snapping 
them 
against his sensitive flesh, until all seven bands were wrapped tightly up the 
length of his 
cock. When she finally met his gaze, he looked like he was about to pass out.

"Now...I'm going to take these off of you, one by one. But the trick is--I can't 
use my 
hands."

He closed his eyes on a shaky breath, and she could have sworn see saw 
frustrated tears 
glittering in his eyes. Must have been a trick of the light.

Kneeling between his spread thighs, she gripped the sides of the chair and 
leaned 
forward. Pausing just short of her goal, teasing him with the heat of her 
breath, making 
him wait. And when her warm, wet mouth finally descended on the head of his 
cock, he 
nearly screamed aloud. Using her lips and tongue, careful not to bite, she began 
to pull 
the doubled rubber band from the tip of his erection.

She could feel his body tensing below her, straining against the cuffs that 
bound him. 
Could hear his breath coming harsh and fast out of his nose. Little whimpers 
sounded 
from his throat, but he didn't open his eyes. Not yet.

Pulling the band out of her mouth, she tossed it away from her and started on 
the second. 
This one wasn't as easy. She could feel the head of his cock nudging the roof of 
her 
mouth, hitting the sensitive area of her soft palate and threatening to make her 
gag. 
Repressing the reflex, she wrapped her lips around the band and tugged. It moved 
a bit at 
a time, tangling over itself, probably pinching him in the process. But he 
didn't flinch or 
cry out. His whole body was braced below her, as if getting ready to jump off a 
bridge. 
With just the slightest scraping of her teeth, she pulled the second band free 
and tossed it 
to the floor.

"Only five more to go."

When he finally opened his eyes, his whole face was twisted in a scowl. Yes, he 
was in 
agony. He finally knew how it felt.

The next band slid off like the first two, made only slightly more difficult by 
the fact that 
she had to remind herself to breath through her nose. His hips shifted 
restlessly as she 
moved on to the fourth. He was moaning almost continuously, through the gag, by 
the 
time she reached the fifth.

Sitting back on her heels, she gazed up at him. The salty taste of him in her 
mouth, 
combined with his musky scent, was enough to make her squirm. She could feel the 
crotch of her panties getting wet, and she wanted nothing more than to climb 
onto his lap 
and end their torture by fucking him senseless. But she knew she'd rather deny 
herself 
than give him the satisfaction. His reprieve would come soon enough.

His shaft glistened in the sunlight drifting through the window, wet with the 
sheen of her 
own saliva. It throbbed, taking on a slightly purplish cast. The rubber bands 
around the 
base were growing tighter and tighter, and she knew she had to hurry before he 
was in 
actual physical pain.

The sixth band wasn't so easy to remove. She had nearly the whole length of his 
cock in 
her mouth, pushing hard against the back of her throat. The fact that he 
couldn't keep his 
hips still wasn't helping any, either. They both knew that the rubber bands, 
secured so 
tightly around his turgid length, would not allow him to come until the last one 
was 
removed. They acted as a barrier, a vice-grip, the only thing standing between 
him and 
ecstasy. And the moment the last one was released...well, she almost smiled, 
despite 
having him in her mouth.

Taking her time, moving far too slowly for his tastes, she pulled and tugged the 
sixth 
band up his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the underside, teasing the 
sensitive ridge, 
adding to the torment. Her harsh breath stirred his pubic hair, and he pulled at 
his cuffs 
once again. She knew he wanted to grab her head and pull it down hard on his 
straining 
cock, but he couldn't do it. Instead, he began rubbing his cheek against his 
shoulder, 
trying to dislodge the gag.

Muttering non-sense against his tie, he glared at her. His hips were thrusting 
uselessly, 
unable to bring him any satisfaction. A few seconds later, the sixth rubber band 
pulled 
free.

Releasing it from her mouth, she gazed at him once more, her chest painfully 
tight 
against her throbbing heart. Her breath came in fast bursts from her nose, 
nearly as rapid 
as his. She swallowed heavily, marveling at how handsome he was in his misery.

"Just one more, Mulder. Do you think you can stand it?"

The look he gave her was anything but kind. In fact, if the eyes could speak, 
she was 
pretty sure his just said, "Fuck you."

She cupped his aching balls through the fabric of his shorts, causing him to 
flinch. She'd 
had him on the edge of coming for so long that he had to be about ready to 
explode.

Using his tongue, and still rubbing against his shoulder, he struggled to push 
the gag out 
of his mouth. She had to admire his persistence.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you? How many years I thought about 
you 
making love to me?" She tilted her head to the side, catching his attention at 
last. "Do 
you know how long I've been planning this? How often I think about seducing you, 
and 
making your eyes roll back in your head in pleasure? Do you know what it does to 
me to 
know this is all I think about, while you just run off and leave me all alone?"

He just stared at her, his eyes wide with acknowledgment, as if he finally 
realized just 
what she was saying.

"Do you even know how cruel that is?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Are you in the least little bit sorry about it?"

He nodded again, more emphatically.

"Good. 'Cause this next part, Mulder, is all about forgiveness."

She leaned forward once more, hearing the sudden intake of his breath, sliding 
her mouth 
over the entire length of his solid cock. She had to concentrate hard to keep 
from 
gagging, had to work slowly and deliberately to coordinate the movements of her 
lips and 
tongue. Centimeter by centimeter, the rubber band slowly started to roll up the 
expanse of 
his shaft. His hips stopped moving only to freeze in place, a good five inches 
off the seat 
of the chair. Almost imperceptibly moving upwards with every roll of the band. 
Sucking 
hard, she had him caught in one long, tortured, continuous moan. The tie in his 
mouth 
finally fell away within the last few inches, giving way to the most brutal of 
bestial 
shouts. A stream of obscenities burst from his lips, echoing in the silence of 
the room like 
gunfire. And when the band finally pulled away in her mouth, she wasn't prepared 
for the 
eruption that followed. He screamed, bursting into her mouth with the force of a 
rocket, 
nearly causing her to choke in the process. She tried to swallow, but she 
couldn't possibly 
manage it all. When she pulled back to look at him, she had to wipe her mouth on 
the 
back of her sleeve.

Gasping, his entire body still shaking under the impact, he met her gaze in 
silent wonder. 
She got to her feet, wiping off the knees of her slacks and readjusting her 
clothing as if 
nothing had happened.

"Scully, let me go now."

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and pressed her lips to 
his. He 
didn't restrain himself for a second. No damned bee was going to take this 
chance from 
him again. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard, realizing 
that this first 
kiss was seasoned by the taste on himself in her mouth.

After a moment, she pulled back and grinned at him.

"C'mon, baby, take these cuffs off. I want to make love to you, just like you 
fantasized."

Pushing her hand into her pocket, she grasped something inside and pulled it 
out. He was 
relieved to see the key appear in her hand...but that relief quickly dissipated 
when she 
tossed the key on the desk.

"Scully--let me GO."

She merely grinned, stepping away, leaving him sitting there with his pants wide 
open 
and his hands bound behind his back. When she reached the door, she smiled at 
the 
assortment of curses that followed her retreat.

"I said I forgave for ditching me, Mulder. But I never said I'd forgive you for 
biting me."

With that she left him sitting there, never telling him she'd be back tomorrow.

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Comments appreciated: Isahunter@aol.com

We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me

We're cut adrift
But still floating
I'm only hanging on
To watch you go down...my love
--"So Cruel" by U2.

(Song lyrics used without permission. No infringement intended. "So Cruel" is 
property 
of U2 and Island Records.)

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TITLE: So Cruel: To Be So Kind (1/1)
AUTHOR: Isahunter
RATING: NC17
CATEGORY: V
SPOILERS: Up to "How the Ghosts Stole Christmas," S6
ARCHIVE: Yes, with my name and all headers attached
FEEDBACK: Isahunter@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen, and FOX. No 
infringement intended. No money is being made off of this story.
SUMMARY: Mulder gets a little revenge of his own.
NOTES: This is a sequel to "So Cruel," which is available on the eXpositions web 
site: 
http://www.angelfire.com/ak3/expositions/index.html

For Diadem, who gave me some great excuses to practice writing smut scenes.


NC17! (sexual situations) If you are under age, read no further.

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Her footsteps echoed down the hallway, so distinctly Scully that he could feel 
every little 
vibration deep down to his gut. She was coming back, returning to free him from 
her 
handcuffs. She hadn't forgotten about him, after all.

Stopping outside the doorway, her keys jingling in her hand, she moved with 
deliberate 
slowness. Teasing. Making him wait. And when she finally opened the door and 
stepped 
inside to see the broken desk chair lying on the ground, she had no idea what 
hit her. Or 
maybe she did.

He grabbed her from behind, pulling her tight against his hard chest, caging her 
with a 
steely embrace.

She put up a good fight, struggling hard against the arms that imprisoned her, 
but they 
both knew she wasn't giving it her all. If she really wanted to be free, she 
would've 
gotten her way. She was an FBI agent, she knew how to fight. The fact that she 
hadn't yet 
fled his embrace was a sure indication that she didn't want to.

"How did you get loose?" she asked, her voice laced with something mingling 
between 
panic and excitement.

His own voice was so low and rough against her ear that she shivered. "You'd be 
surprised how resourceful I can be."

Mulder wasn't about to tell her what really happened...that he'd had to break 
his way out 
of the chair by smashing it against the wall. That he'd had to knock the phone 
of the hook 
and hit the speed dial button with his hands behind his back, to call for help 
in getting out 
of his cuffs. That Frohike, of all people, had been the one to discover him with 
his pants 
around his ankles and his hands bound behind his back.

He'd never live that down.

He wasn't sure which was worse: that Frohike had thought him to be the victim of 
a 
spiteful prostitute, or the truth...that he'd been bound and gagged by his own 
partner.

Her breath was coming fast out of her open lips, her chest rising and falling 
rapidly under 
his arm. "What are you going to do with me?"

There was no mistaking the rapture in her voice this time.

"I thought we might play a little game."

She sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly fighting his hold on her more than ever 
before. It 
only served to make him grin. She was still playing along. If she really wanted 
free, she 
would've aimed for his shins or the instep of his foot. She did neither.

After a moment she went still in his arms, her breath coming harsh and fast out 
of her 
mouth.

With his lips to her ear, he said, "Trust me, you'll like this game. I'll even 
let you win."

"What kind of game?"

"You taught me a few things about cruelty, Scully. I thought it was about time 
someone 
taught you about kindness."

She started as he nuzzled her neck with his nose, nibbling at her pulse point 
with sharp 
teeth.

"Do you know the first rule of kindness, Scully?"

"The Golden Rule."

"That's right. 'Do unto others as you'd have done to you.'"

Her pulse leapt at his words, and her head turned towards his desk, no doubt 
searching 
the clutter for rubber bands. She swallowed heavily.

"Since you've already broken that rule, I'll just have to teach you another 
one." He 
caught her earlobe between his teeth, tugging lightly and grinning at her 
responding 
moan. "This one's real easy, sweetheart. Just 'ask and you shall receive.'"

Her hands stopped clutching so desperately at his imprisoning arm. "What?"

"You could have had me all this time, Scully. You didn't have to resort to 
desperate 
measures. I'm not an evil man. I would have given you exactly what you wanted. 
All you 
had to do was ask."

She released a shuddering breath. Her hands slipped from his arm and came down 
to 
wrap around the backs of his thighs. With gentle hands, he turned her in his 
embrace until 
she met his gaze. If he looked anywhere near as wild as he felt, she had good 
reason for 
that anxious look in her eyes. Her gaze slid over him, noting that he was still 
wearing his 
clothes from the day before. Luckily, this time, his pants were zipped. His tie 
hung 
loosely around his neck, and he fingered it lazily.

"I could gag you, just like you did me. Fortunately for you, I want to hear the 
little noises 
you make. I want you to scream for me when I make you come."

"Damn it, Mulder, this isn't funny anymore."

He continued, heedless of her words. "But I can't have you knowing all of my 
secrets, 
now can I?" He shook his head at her angry stare. "So I'm going to blindfold 
you. You 
may have noticed that I haven't cuffed you, either. I want you to be able to 
touch me. But 
you'll also be able to remove the blindfold, and I can't have that. So let me 
tell you this--
if I ever see your hands moving towards your eyes, you will be punished."

Before she could pull away, he towed her towards him and fastened the blindfold 
in 
place. His tie, which had been used to gag his mouth just the day before, 
covered her eyes 
from his sight. He wrapped it around twice, making the knot behind her head nice 
and 
snug.

As soon as he was done, he went about unbuttoning her shirt. She didn't protest, 
didn't 
push away, but just stood there in mute fascination, breathing heavily, leaning 
upon his 
hands. The red satin bra she wore beneath her shirt made his breath catch. He 
had no 
doubt that she'd worn it with just this sort of encounter in mind. She'd known 
she would 
have to release him from his cuffs. She knew exactly what would happen when she 
did.

She'd been prepared, and so was he.

"Mulder, this is crazy. We shouldn't be doing this."

"It's too late to turn back now. It was too late yesterday. You can't give me a 
taste of 
forbidden fruit, and not expect me to hunger for more, Scully. That's cruel."

Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, grasping him and pulling him 
closer. "You 
shouldn't...we--this was supposed to be different. I never meant--"

She was babbling. He had to suppress the urge to laugh. He'd noticed, a long 
time ago, 
that Scully babbled when she was scared. Never had it been more evident than 
that trip to 
the haunted house in Maryland. Her 'irrational fear' had had her talking almost 
non-stop 
from the moment she stepped in the door. Now, however, she was torn between 
nervous 
chatter and curious silence. Listening intently for his next move. Waiting to 
feel his hands 
on her. Anticipating what was to come, and dreading it just the same.

Grasping her shoulders, he moved her backwards to the kitchen. He didn't stop 
until she 
bumped into the red and white tiled counter-top. Her hands came up behind her to 
grasp 
the edge, stabilizing her no-doubt shaky legs. Her shirt hung loosely from her 
shoulders 
and with a flick of his fingers, he let it fall away. It landed in a puddle 
around her hips, 
still holding her wrists hostage in the inverted sleeves.

"So lovely," he murmured, running his knuckles over the soft swells of her 
breasts. "Have 
you any idea how often I think about this? About what you look like under those 
suits? 
How soft your skin is and what...what color your nipples are?"

Scully bit her lip, leaning heavily on the counter behind her. Unable to see 
what he was 
doing, she arched her back and pressed herself more firmly into his hands. His 
touch was 
too light, unsatisfying, and she wanted more. "Please, Mulder."

He acted as if he hadn't heard her. "You're softer than I expected." His thumbs 
slid over 
the voluptuous swells, coming to a rest at the edge of the satin. "I wonder if I 
was correct 
about the other guess."

She flinched as he forced the satin cups of her bra down past her peaked 
nipples. The 
fabric bunched, causing her breasts to lift and jut out from their crimson 
framework. For 
several seconds he just stood there, staring at her, making her heart beat 
rapidly to keep 
up with her struggling lungs. A flush swept over her chest, spreading to her 
face. She was 
embarrassed. What the hell for?

"I was right," he whispered, rolling one of her nipples between his fingers. 
Like blush 
roses."

Her mouth opened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and he had no choice 
but to 
follow its retreat. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth and 
crushing her 
breasts against his chest. His fingers clenched in her hair, not allowing any 
escape. As if 
she wanted to get away.

His hand reached out blindly for the freezer door. He pulled it open, the seal 
making a 
sucking sound as it released. He pulled her with him, never releasing her mouth, 
making 
her shiver as the cold air washed over her chest. Without a glance to see what 
he was 
grabbing, he yanked the box out of the ice-maker and slammed it down on the 
counter. 
She broke away from him at the sound.

Her lips were kiss-swollen and wet, and she tilted her head back to try to see 
under the 
tie.

"Uh-uh, no fair cheating." Pushing the freezer door closed once more, he reached 
for a 
piece of ice. "You've got to play the game by the rules."

She flinched at the touch of cold ice against her skin. The frozen water began 
to melt on 
contact, sending rivulets sliding over her flushed skin. Over and around, 
teasing, gliding 
over feverish swells and valleys, almost but not quite where she wanted it.

"Please--" Her voice was barely a whimper as she arched against his hand. 
Please, 
Mulder."

"Please what?"

She shook her head furiously, unwilling to say it. She tore at the sleeves of 
her shirt, 
freeing herself from its grasp. Her hand wrapped around his, trying to direct 
his 
movements, but she was no match for his strength. Water dripped down her torso, 
wetting the fabric of her jeans and sliding inside. So cold it gave her goose 
bumps...and 
yet, she couldn't stop herself from shamelessly leaning closer. When his fingers 
finally 
skimmed the dripping ice cube over her nipple, her fingernails bit into his 
chafed wrist 
and made him yelp.

So much for taking his time. His free hand ripped at her jeans, yanking open the 
button 
fly and nearly pulling her off her feet in the process. Still clutching the ice 
in his palm, he 
pushed his hand down into her satin panties.

"Ahh, M--Mulder!"

She gasped, standing on tip-toes to escape the cold. At the same time, she 
couldn't help 
rocking her hips against his searching fingers. So wet. She was so wet, and 
getting wetter 
as the ice melted against her fiery center. He pressed the ice against her with 
the heel of 
his hand, using his fingers to tease the damp, swollen folds between her legs. 
His other 
arm wrapped around her waist, bending her backwards, before his mouth descended 
on 
her glistening nipple. He sucked strong, his cheeks flexing with the effort, 
wringing a 
hoarse moan from deep in her throat. Her fingers were tangled so tightly in his 
hair that 
he thought sure she was going to leave him bald.

She tilted her hips rhythmically, trying to force his fingers inside of her, but 
he wouldn't 
allow it. He pulled his hand out of her sodden panties and began pushing her 
jeans over 
her hips.

She clutched at his shoulders, shimmying against him to help remove the damp 
fabric. 
She toed off her shoes, not giving a damn about her socks, and stepped out of 
her jeans 
the moment they hit the floor. Before he knew it, she was trying to climb him 
like a tree.

He pushed down the leg she had wrapped around his thigh. "Not just yet."

"You. Inside me."

"I will be," he said, lowering himself. "Soon."

The next thing she felt was his mouth, settled hot and insistent, over the wet 
crotch of her 
panties. She gasped, leaning into the sensation, whimpering pitifully at the 
slow drag of 
his tongue over the satin. He pulled her right leg over his shoulder as he 
crouched on the 
kitchen floor, watching as she braced herself by clutching the freezer door.

Little pants fell from her lips, accompanied by breathless murmurs he couldn't 
understand. She leaned heavily upon him, forcing his head back on his shoulders, 
rolling 
her hips to intensify his touch. His hands grasped her ass, holding her still 
while he 
nibbled the fabric. He could taste her, just the slightest salty tanginess, like 
tears. It was 
more than appropriate. Her body was weeping for him.

"Please, Mulder--"

"What do you want from me," he whispered, teasing her with every movement of his 
lips.

"I want...mmm, I want you inside me."

He pushed aside the leg band of her panties, slipping a thick finger past the 
copper curls 
and into the tight wetness of her body. "Like this?"

"Oh, ahhh-ah...yeah...yes. Mmmmore."

"Like...this?" Two fingers, plunging slowly in and out.

She nodded convulsively, biting her lip, her thigh clenching over his shoulder. 
He could 
feel her muscles contracting around his fingers, milking, and he wasn't at all 
surprised by 
the sudden tightness of his shorts. A slight twinge of discomfort tingled the 
base of his 
spine. After what she'd done to him the day before, he was amazed he wasn't in 
actual 
pain.

His teeth nipped at her through the bunched fabric, causing her to flinch. Torn 
between 
pulling away from the delicious torture and pushing herself even harder against 
his 
mouth. He sped up the rhythm of his fingers, until she was literally sobbing 
with ecstasy. 
Her forehead pressed hard against the freezer door and her mouth left a red 
smear of 
lipstick behind.

His back was to the refrigerator, his head tilted hard against his shoulders and 
the metal, 
yet he wasn't about to move. Not yet, not now. This was too good. He couldn't 
see much 
more than her breasts pressed hard against the door, but what he heard was 
enough to 
make his slacks feel about ten sizes too small. She was whimpering for him, 
calling his 
name, begging him to...to fuck her? God, he never expected to hear language like 
that 
come out of Scully's mouth. Then again, she'd done quite a few things lately 
that he'd 
never expected her to do.

He used his thumb to push aside the rest of the fabric over her crotch, and 
fastened his 
mouth over her clit. With barely the brush of his tongue, just the slightest 
pull of his lips, 
she opened her mouth and screamed.

His name.

Her hips bucked hard against him, her thighs shook so violently he thought she 
might 
fall, and her fingernails made an awful scraping sound against the freezer door.

As she slowly came down from the incredible high he'd flung her towards, he 
reached 
down and yanked open the fly of his slacks. Pulling and tugging with one hand, 
he 
managed to force his pants and shorts off of his hips, past his straining cock, 
and half-
way down his thighs. Slipping her leg off his shoulder, he pulled her down 
towards him. 
Her hands came down to rest on his shoulders, fluttering ineffectively like 
little birds, 
before clinging to the material of his shirt. He stared at her face, at the 
wetness seeping 
under his tie to roll down her cheeks, her messy hair sticking out from under 
the 
blindfold, her swollen lips streaked with smeared lipstick. Her face was 
flushed, her 
mouth was hanging open from breathing so heavily, and her forehead was dotted 
with 
perspiration. She'd never looked more beautiful.

"Scully--" He couldn't think of anything else to say. Just her name. But wasn't 
that 
enough? He was the only one who ever addressed her by that name...from him it 
was an 
endearment, a compliment, an exultation, and a declaration of love, all rolled 
into one. 
"Scully."

He slipped his thumbs under the satin of her panties and slid them over her 
hips, down 
her thighs, letting his fingers trace her skin every step of the way. She 
shivered delicately, 
lifting first one leg and then the other as he slipped the fabric past her 
knees. When he 
was through, he finally unhooked her bra and tossed that aside as well. She 
knelt there, 
astride him, almost completely nude, and he couldn't help himself.

He bit her.

"Ow!"

She pulled away and started to reach for her blindfold, before he stopped her. 
He placed a 
light kiss over the shoulder he nipped, before murmuring, "I was just hoping you 
were 
going to make me pay for that later."

The grin that curled her lips was breath-taking. "You know I will."

He wanted nothing more than to pull her down hard onto his lap, but his knees 
were 
protesting the cramped position. Holding her still, he began to straighten out 
his legs 
below him until he was sitting on the floor with this back to the fridge. But it 
quickly 
became apparent, by the shot of pain up his back and through his aching thighs, 
that 
wasn't going to work either. Grasping her with one arm below her ass and the 
other 
behind her back, he slowly got to his feet.

Setting her down on the counter, he pulled her to the edge. "I'm getting too old 
for this."

She reached out blindly and grabbed a hold of his distended cock, causing him to 
flinch 
involuntarily. "Oh, I don't know. You seem to be doing just fine to me."

His slacks were puddled around his ankles, his shorts were caught in some kind 
of Celtic 
knot around his thighs, his shirt was caught between them, and her sock covered 
feet 
were crossed over his ass. Wrapped in Scully's legs, he was wearing what he now 
knew 
to be his favorite attire.

Leaning against the overhead cupboard, she squeezed him tight between her 
thighs. 
Coaxing a moan from the depths of his chest. Blind instinct made him drag her 
closer, 
and thrust himself into the blazing hot recess of her body. She gasped, throwing 
her head 
back until it knocked against the cabinet door, grasping the handle and holding 
on for 
dear life. Her stockinged feet tightened on his ass, pulling him deeper, riding 
every little 
clench and release of his taut muscles.

Her other hand clamped around his tricep, anchoring herself as his thrusts moved 
her 
back and forth on the slippery counter-top. "Oh, God...Mulder, don't stop--"

"I--No, shit, this is too good."

"I can't...mmm, pl--no, I, I can't..."

"Uhhnnyyyesss--don't...don't fight it, Sc--Scully..."

"No, I--" She gripped him tighter, her fingernails digging into his arm, while 
her other 
hand tensed on the handle. The cabinet door began rattling on its hinges. "I c-
can't, 
Mulder!"

"Yes, yooooohh God--yes, you can."

Her hand swept up to her eyes, yanking off the blindfold along with a tuft of 
hair, and she 
met his gaze with determined eyes. Bright blue, smoldering eyes. Tilting her 
hips, she 
unhooked one of her legs from around his waist and slid her hand from his arm to 
the 
coiled bunch of nerves between her legs. Stroking herself into orgasm. Just the 
sight 
alone was enough to make his knees weak, but when she started clenching around 
him, 
squeezing his cock harder than those damned rubber bands the day before, he 
couldn't 
contain his shout. He came fast and hard, pounding into her with the least 
amount of 
finesse. Making the dishes in the cabinet behind her rattle as if caught in an 
earthquake.

She was gasping in his ear when he drifted back into awareness. He was sure he 
hadn't 
blacked out, but he couldn't remember slumping against the counter and being 
cushioned 
by her embrace. He couldn't remember his legs ever being so rubbery, either.

She took a deep breath, rubbing the heel of her foot against his ass. "I think I 
could get 
used to this whole kindness thing, Mulder."

He chuckled against the side of her neck, before pushing back to gaze at her.

"Well, don't get too used to it."

"Oh, why's that?"

He lifted a finger to tug on the blindfold hanging loosely around her neck.

"'Cause, Scully, you've been a very bad girl."

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Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every time
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie

Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug
--"So Cruel" by U2.

(Song lyrics used without permission. No infringement intended. "So Cruel" is 
property 
of U2 and Island Records.)
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