From: "dkmulder2000" To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: Tuesday's Torn Shirt Date: Friday, March 29, 2002 4:13 PM Title: Tuesday's Torn Shirt Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: Mulder finds something in his closet that seems to reflect Scully'= s care and love for him. He keeps it, and begins to concoct fantasies center= ing around that memento, fantasies in which Scully openly shows her desire f= or him. Spoilers: Monday Rating: NC17 Category/Keywords: M/S UST. Mulderbation Disclaimer: This stunt double has just re-enacted what I imagine DD doing i= n my bedroom. BTW, my name is neither Chris Carter nor Tea Leone. I found the torn and bloody shirt while gathering up dirty laundry. I pause= d for a moment, trying to remember how it happened. A vague memory of a bank= and a crazy man with a bomb surfaced. Scully crying and holding me, pleadin= g for my life. I couldn't remember any more, so I just shrugged my shoulders= and packed up my car to go to my laundry woman. When I picked my clean clothes up from Marie a few days later, she casually= mentioned the shirt with no buttons and a rip. She offered to repair it for= an additional fee. An image of Scully rose in my mind; tearing my shirt to = get to my wound, to get to my skin, to care for me. "No, that's all right." I told Marie. "I'll just go shopping." I did get another shirt, but I kept the torn one. I couldn't throw it away.= Sitting on the edge of my bed one night, I held it and tried to imagine how= it was torn. I pictured Scully shouting in fear when she saw me shot. (Kni= fed?) I pictured her running to my fallen body and pulling me into her arms.= She tore my shirt to reach my injury, to press her hands against my chest. = (Shoulder?) to stop the bleeding. She tore my shirt. Scully tore my shirt right off my body. She must have been very frightened for me to have done this. She didn't wan= t to lose me. Hell, I know she loves me. She knows I love her. That hasn't b= een a question for years now. What I've been wondering with increasing impat= ience is when we'll have sex together. I'm certain Scully and I will spend o= ur lives together, but in what capacity? As monogamous, celibate soulmates? My body craves hers. Scully tore my shirt. I can't get that thought out of my head. I lie down against the pillows and= clutch the shirt to my chest. I imagine her tearing the shirt in a moment o= f passion rather than fear. Blood surges to my groin. Scully, tearing my shi= rt to swipe her pink tongue over my nipples, to rake her fingers through my = chest hair and leave little scratches on my skin. My hand sneaks down and presses against the growing bulge in my pants. I wish my shirt really had been ripped that way. I can't stop fantasizing about it. She wouldn't stop there. Oh no. Once she was finished with my chest, Scully would slide down my body to nuzzle my belly. My eyes blink open. Did I moan that out loud? My lustful thoughts have made me fully hard and my hand presses languidly, rubbing the thin cotton over my hot flesh. What if...what if Scully wouldn't stop with just my shirt? What if she tore= off my pants with the same urgency? I close my eyes again and conjure a pic= ture of Scully kneeling between my spread legs. She scrabbles frantically at= my button and zipper. I get more scratches on my legs as she yanks them rou= ghly down to my feet and off. What would she do then? Well...it's my fantasy, so I might as well indulge = myself. She sinks her mouth down over the head of my cock, letting her tongu= e flutter over me. "Ahhh," I gasp, letting my fingers play over myself, teasing myself as I wa= nt her to do. My hand needs to be wetter if I'm going to convince myself tha= t this fantasy is real. And God, I want to fool my body so badly. I want to = indulge myself completely, to believe in my throes of pleasure that it reall= y is Scully doing these things. I reach into the drawer of the bedside table and find a tube of Astroglide.= Stuff is so slick that I only need a little dab...ahhh yeah. Now my fist fe= els like the wet velvet of her mouth. I imagine Scully's tongue in place of my fingers and trace a path along the= underside of my dick. She licks me everywhere, broad strokes of her tongue = that make my flesh slick and slippery. She takes me firmly in her grip and rises up for a moment so I can admire h= er naked glory. My Scully is prim and cool in the office, wild and wanton in= the bedroom. She smiles at me while she strokes me, making me writhe and pa= nt beneath her. Now she sucks me right along with her push and pull. Her mouth rises up and plunges down steadily, fucking me with her hungry tongue. She reaches u= p and plays with my sensitive nipples, stroking them with the pads of her fi= ngers, and I gasp and whimper with pleasure. "Yes Scully, oh don't pinch the= m. Just...oh god!...stroke just like that..." Scully keeps darting her head down to lick my balls. Her hand keeps busy mi= lking my raging hard-on while she experiments with what will make me scream.= I feel that heavenly tongue making me shiver and jerk as she dares to go w= here I have only occasionally fantasized about. "Mulder...lift your knees, will you?" That mouth, the one I need so badly, has left me, and her hand threatens to= follow suit if I don't obey. So I comply and drag my legs up higher on the = bed, explosing myself even more to her investigations. Will she really dare?= Yes...my back arches and a hoarse cry tears from my throat as she licks my = hole boldly. "Ahhhh...Unnnnhh...Sculleeee, please!" She lifts her head just enough to answer me. "What do you want Mulder? Tell= me." I grind it out, barely able to speak. "I want to come this way. Please. Oh = God! Make me come...I'll make it up to you...oh, more!...I'll lick you...'ti= ll you come...all over my face...Sculleee!" She listens almost dispassionately, a smile quirking up one corner of her m= outh while her hand keeps busy on me. "Oh Mulder," she purrs. "I want to mak= e you come. I want to taste you and watch you. I bet you're beautiful." Then her mouth is back on me. This time she sucks me deep into her mouth while her tongue dances wildly over the sensitive head. Her free hand leave= s off it's roaming over my torso and fondles my tight scrotum steadily. My eyes roll back in my head. I grab my balls in my own hand, squeezing them to encourage them to empty. Tighter, tighter, I grip myself in an almost punishing hold and howl until tears stream down my cheeks. Thick, ropy spurts of jism spill over my fist onto my thighs and stomach. I arch my back hard and cry out repeatedly that I love her, that it feels s= o good, then I just wail mindlessly and wordlessly. She never lets go of me,= I think she's watching my face as it contorts in false agony. The moment my pleasure spasms ease, I know the fantasy is over. Scully is n= ot here, licking her lips like a contented cat. It's just me with a slowly c= ongealing puddle on my skin and a torn shirt thrown over my face while I thr= ashed. But now that shirt is invested with associations of pleasure and pass= ion and wild sex with my partner. Yeah, I think I'll keep it around for awhi= le. I clean up and put the torn shirt away carefully in the back of my closet. = Maybe sometime I'll take it out again and follow up on that promise to Fanta= sy Scully about going down on her. Yeah, that'd be nice... Should I go ahead and write that follow up fantasy? Let me know at DKMulder= @juno.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards® http://movies.yahoo.com/ ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> Access Your PC from Anywhere It's Easy. 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