From: To: Subject: Story Submission Date: Friday, October 04, 2002 9:24 PM Senders email: gotthebug@aol.com Message: Three For One By Piper Sargasso Rating: NC-17, Baby, yeah! Feedback: Love it. PiperSargasso@aol.com Keywords: MSR, PWP (whee!) Archive: Gossamer and Ephemeral - No. I will post directly myself. Anyone else that wants it is more than welcome to it, only please just let me know where. Classification: S, R Disclaimer: CC and the boys own 'em. I'm just borrowing. Summary: Scully gets a little frisky during a trip to New Orleans. Author's Notes: This is a punishment fic originally posted at IWTB. In addition to serving my penance, I also decided to answer a challenge issued by Shelba and Logan - two of my listmates. Challenge elements appear at the end. Special thanks to Sallie for the incredibly fast beta. I've never known such a thoughtful and generous soul. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Three for One *~*~*~*~*~*~* "What's that?" the blonde coed asked, pulling the microphone away as she leaned an ear toward Mulder's mouth. "Her *birthday*," he repeated. The blonde nodded and straightened up, facing the audience with a huge grin. "Okay, everybody!" she exclaimed with a thick southern accent, "Looks like we have a birthday girl in the house!" She hooked one pink-tipped finger in a come-hither gesture and winked at a very inebriated Scully. "No, Mulder," she protested weakly, but with a smile and an exaggerated nod, he gave her a gentle push toward the stage. It was her birthday, and damn it, she was going to have fun. He'd already taken her to The Absinthe House, where she'd whole-heartedly indulged in two of their house specialties - the Absinthe Frappe. Next, it was some Irish pub that he couldn't remember the name of to save his soul - three Killian's there. Finally, they'd ended up at the Famous Door. The raucous energy and charismatic staff had earned two new customers for the duration of the night. Scully wouldn't budge. Gracelessly stumbling toward the stage, Scully climbed the stairs with a little help from the tall blonde, flashing a wide strip of the creamy flesh of her back in the process. Mulder took in her appearance as he watched from his table. She was dressed casually, in a pair of snug jeans that flared slightly at the bottoms and a black cotton, V-neck shirt. By no means did she look like a teenager, but her ensemble was youthful. It looked great on her. All through the early evening, she had tugged on the hem of the shirt, modestly trying to lengthen it. By about 10:00 PM, she'd given up on it, too drunk to care, and treating Mulder with an eyeful of pale skin above the wide, black belt every time she raised her arms. Just a flash, but enough to make him crazy. One of the waitresses serving a tray full of tooters, a shot served in a test tube, sashayed onto the stage. She was pretty, close to Scully's height, with dark hair and eyes and plump, red lips. The blonde said something to Scully, nodding at her response and turned back to the crowded bar. "Everybody, this is Dana! She just told me this is her first time in the Big Easy, so we're going to give her a proper New Orleans welcome, whaddya say?" Whoops and hollers erupted from the rambunctious crowd. The waitress on stage placed one tooter in the waistband of her tight, black pants and one between her half-exposed breasts, pushing herself forward as an offering to Scully. Scully's eyes widened momentarily, to be quickly replaced with a wicked grin Mulder had never seen outside the bedroom. What was she up to? In a small huddle, the three conspired - God only knew what, then the blonde turned to speak to the crowd over the loud music. "Looks like the birthday girl's a little nervous," she grinned widely. "She says she'll take the shot only if Amber goes too. S'that alright with you guys?" Her enthusiastic call was answered with even more enthusiastic shouts of glee, mainly from the male patrons. Mulder, however, remained silent. Shocked beyond belief and more than a little excited, he sat there with his mouth hanging wide-open. Scully giggled behind her hand before her features went serious in concentration. Pulling her hair back to the side, she offered an unobstructed view of her luscious, full lips slowly wrapping themselves around the tube at the waitresses belly before sliding it out of the waistband and throwing her head back. Smiling around the tube she held between her teeth, she turned to her audience in victory. After doing a quick little dance to the music, she handed the empty tube to the waitress. Amber then placed it in the tray and slipped the tooter she held in her cleavage into Scully's shirt. Trapping the red concoction between two, pert breasts, Scully pushed her chest forward in a wanton imitation of the other woman, dropping her eyes seductively as she waited for Amber to take her turn. As she did, Scully tilted her head back for better access and placed a shaky hand on Amber's arm, which was lying lightly on Scully's hip. It was one of the most erotic things Mulder had ever seen, the sight of his partner enjoying the touch of another woman. He gripped the edge of the cocktail table and watched with darkened eyes as the waitress placed a fresh tube between her breasts. She stroked Scully's hair while she curved her sweet lips around it and tossed her head back again, taking the drink like a pro. Mulder's jeans tightened a bit more at the sight of the tube pushed a little further than necessary into Scully's mouth. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that was intentional. The final straw came when Amber ran a new tube up his partner's stomach slowly, then backtracked to stick it into the waist of her jeans. She pushed Scully's shirt up slightly and took her time getting a grip on the glass. Scully's back arched and her eyes closed completely. She was trembling slightly against the sensation of another woman's soft hair tickling the bare flesh of her belly; gasping at the exhalation of breath hitting warmly on her skin as the tube was carefully extracted and downed. Once they were finished, the blonde called for a round of applause, and even hinted at a possible encore as Mulder impatiently dragged Scully toward the open door. He never saw the exchange between the three women as he and Scully exited the bar. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Walking briskly through crowded Bourbon Street, they passed the shop where Mulder had bought a voodoo doll because it bore a slight resemblance to Alex Krycek. It was crudely dressed in a fireman's uniform, though Scully didn't even want to ponder the reasoning behind that. They also breezed by the gift shop where Scully had insisted on grabbing up a couple magnets and a jazz CD that same afternoon. These places were little more than a blur as Mulder navigated through the sea of masked, beaded and feather-boa'd tourists. Somewhere in the back of her alcohol-addled mind, Scully recalled promising herself a blue boa of her own as a flippant indulgence before they left town. Without warning, Mulder pulled her into a small space between two buildings. "Jesus, Scully," he rasped out, pressing her to the wall with his body. "Were you trying to make me crazy back there?" "Maybe," she answered and gasped as his teeth caught hold of her earlobe. His hot breath in her ear snaked a warm trail down her body that pooled in her lower belly, her face white-hot and tingly from the sensation. He lowered his nibbling kiss to her neck. "Mmm, Mulderrr," she moaned. The sound vibrated from her throat, into his mouth. He lifted her leg up with one hand, pressing his hardened cock desperately against her center. Both shivered from the contact. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling as much of the affects of the drinks she'd consumed. He was burning the alcohol right out of her. It was with sheer willpower Scully was able to push Mulder away. At his hurt and confused look, she mumbled, "Hotel," and pulled him by the wrist, back out into the crowd. Thank God the hotel was only a block away, she thought. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "You're in big trouble, Baby," Mulder said, backing her up against the bed with a predatory grin as he jerked his shirt over his head. Scully bit her lip, hitting the backs of her knees on the edge of the mattress. "You promise?" she said. Lowering herself, she spread out on the coverlet and stretched on her side like a cat, arching her back as she purred. "Oh-ho!" Mulder half-laughed, "You are so gonna get it." He leapt on the bed, causing Scully to squeal with delight. They accidentally rolled over the remote, startling themselves as dialogue from 'Quantum Leap' boomed from the television. Mulder quickly snapped the set off and went back to work. He licked and nipped at her throat, hastily pulling her shirt and bra off to rub the tight peaks of her nipples against the tickling coarseness of his chest hair. She shuddered, pulling his head down to suckle at her breasts. Flicking his tongue at each before latching his mouth onto them, he teased her mercilessly, blowing on the puckered, wet skin at intervals to make her squirm beneath him. He pulled back long enough to shimmy her jeans and panties down her legs and tossed them over the edge of the bed. Scully rose to her knees and pushed him backward, catching him off-guard. "I think you're the one who's in trouble, Mulder," she said breathlessly. She slowly unzipped his jeans, purposely grazing her knuckles over his erection as she did so. Once his pants and boxers were off, she settled down on top of Mulder's lap. He shifted in impatience. Trapping his cock between his stomach and her folds, she tortured him with slow, grinding movements as she licked and bit at his bottom lip. "What's the matter, Mulder?" she asked wickedly. "Aren't you-" grind, "comfortable?" "Better stop that," he warned. She pushed against him once more, "Why? What are you going to do about it?" "This," he replied and quickly flipped her onto her back. "Teasing isn't nice, Scully. I think you need to be taught a lesson." With that, he brought his hand to tease at her coppery mound of hair while suckling and nibbling her nipples. Scully arched helplessly against his hand, but he always kept out of reach. It was killing her, this lack of real contact, very much like the wings of a butterfly beating softly against her. It did nothing to soothe the ache, only serving to intensify the throbbing. Finally, he stopped. As Scully whimpered in protest, he scooped her up off the bed and deposited her on top of the dresser. Hooking his arms under each knee, he tilted her slightly and pressed at her opening. "Do you know how close I came to ravaging you on the street tonight, Baby?" Scully's eyes went wide, but she shook her head. "That was a very naughty thing you did up on that stage." He slowly pushed his way inside her. "But you know that, don't you?" His voice cracked. "Yesss," she replied. Tossing her head back, she arched into his body and waited for him to move. "How did it feel? Did you like the way her soft hands felt on your body?" She shivered in response and he pulled out slightly, then thrust back into her roughly, causing her to gasp in surprise. "Did you enjoy the feel of her hair against your skin?" He pulled out again, then thrust forward when she didn't reply. She sucked in a breath, "Oh, God!" Mulder shook his head and repeated the action. "That doesn't answer my question, Agent Scully. Care to try again?" He buried his face into her sweaty neck, barely able to retain the power of speech. She was so wet, so perfectly snug around him. It was all he could do to keep from pumping into her like a madman. But his insatiable curiosity kept the impulse at bay. He had to know this more exotic side of her. In an unconvincing display of defiance, Scully straightened and answered, "It was alright." "Hmm… Didn't look just 'alright' to me. It looked like you took pleasure in touching that waitress - and having her touch you." He pushed into her, delighting in the soft moans as he rhythmically thrust in and out. Scully knocked over the complimentary gift basket containing a dozen apples, a tub of caramel dip, a faux pearl-handled knife and some cinnamon-scented votive candles. They clattered to the floor, forgotten. "Do you want to do it again, Baby?" he prodded. Scully wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbing onto the edge of the dresser for dear life. "Does it feel dangerous to you? Is that what you like? I bet you do. I bet you love to play the bad girl, don't you?" Scully bit her lip, fighting the waves of pleasure that washed over her, black and crimson behind her eyelids. Her legs, slick with perspiration, slid up and down Mulder's back, desperate to cling to something solid. With supreme effort, Mulder continued. "Answer me, Scully. Do you want to do it again?" She couldn't let herself answer that - could she? But this was just too good, too damn incredible to do anything that might make him stop. She thought about the brunette and the soft texture of her hair and skin, the fruity perfume she wore, mingling with the smoke and alcohol in the bar. She remembered the feeling of freedom up on that stage, a heady concoction of both fear and adrenaline that somehow combined to make her feel almost like she was flying. She was liberated from the strict hold she normally inflicted upon herself; shaking from the excitement of having another woman's body so close to her as it shared her personal space. It felt dangerous and decidedly wicked, the arousal it brought. "Yes," she whispered. The sound was barely audible. "Say it louder," he demanded between thrusts. "Yesss!" she clenched around him, tossing her head back against the mirror in pure rapture, while Mulder grunted his release into her sweaty neck. Breathing heavily against each other, they leaned limply against the dresser and each other as the warm Louisiana breeze drifted over them from the open sliding glass door. Below their balcony, Bourbon Street languidly shifted in a mass of bodies, searching for the next amusement. ~ The End ~ ~ Challenge Elements ~ 1) A Voodoo doll 2) A cinnamon-scented votive candle 3) A show with Scott Bakula in it 4) A doll dressed as a fireman the vaguely reminds someone of Krycek or Doggett 5) A blue feather boa 6) An apple and a tub of caramel dip, together Please feel free to visit my other stories at: http://www.invidiosa.com/pipers/