The Wedding
By DeathStryke Buddhaxds@hotmail.com
Archive: please ask first
Genre: Vignette
Rating NC-17
Summary: Mulder talks Scully into a pre-wedding tryst


"Mulder, we cannot have sex in this closet. The wedding starts in half an
hour!" She protested, flushed and panting as Mulder's hand lovingly caressed
her under her dress. Her words were argumentative, but her grip on his arm
tightened as he finger the tiny bud of her clitoris.

"Sure we can Scully, no one's going to be looking for us, especially not in
here." The close was the supply closet of the church offices, filled with
copier paper and archived files. He slowly slid the silk of her dress
further up her hips and dipped an eager hand down the deep V of the
neckline. The man who had invented the wrap-around dress was a freaking
saint.

He claimed her mouth with his own before she could protest again. He felt
her hands go to the zipper of his tuxedo pants and push them down along with
his boxers, releasing his rigid erection from their cotton casing. Her small
hands were warm and soft as they slid up and down the length of his shaft.
The bow tie of the formal tux was suddenly to tight. He managed to shimmy
out of the grey waistcoat and vest. He moaned as she flicked her thumb over
the velvety head of his penis. She teased his balls, gently weighing and
caressing them with her hands. One hand slid underneath the crisp starched
cotton of the shirt, squeezing the erect points of his nipples.

She leaved back against the wall as his magical fingers continued their
ministrations, two fingers rubbing her g-spot as the flat of his palm
pressed into her clit. The wedding, the flowers, the caterer flew from her
mind as she spiraled towards climax.

He loved to see her like this. Her eyes heavy-lidded and her sensual mouth
hanging slightly open, panting with desire. She was close; he could feel her
muscles contracting around his fingers. He wasn't letting her go so easily.
He deftly removed his hand and pushed the folds of silk up around her waist,
lifting her weight easily so he could enter her. She moaned and dug her
fingers into his shoulders. Her sex was engorged and tight, wet and hot.
Mulder felt he would drown inside her warm delicious recesses. He grasped
her buttocks firmly in each hand and began to thrust. She stifled a cry as
her orgasm washed over her, making her tremble all over. Mulder leaned his
head down to take her claim her mouth, his tongue exploring her warm hot
mouth that tasted of champagne and strawberries from the pre-wedding brunch.

Her legs tightened around his waist and she whispered in his ear "oh god
Mulder, fuck me harder," her hot breath on his ear undid him, and he thrust
into her madly, pinning her small frame to the wall behind her as he pounded
into her, his own  climax building like a snowball rolling downhill.

"Sculleee...." He managed as his orgasm spent the world spinning. He shook
all over as he held her tightly, the contracting of her vagina milking the
last of his seed from deep inside him.

Slowly the untangled themselves, pulling back on their clothes and
unwrinkling what they could. Scully's dress was wrinkled beyond repair, but
at the moment she didn't care.

The heard a noise outside the closet. The sharp click of high heels, and the
voice of the wedding coordinator. "Where are the groom's parents? It's time
for everyone to get into position."

Scully couldn't stifle her giggle. Mulder unlocked the door and the spilled
out of the small closet to find the remained of the wedding party standing
in the vestibule. Jason Mulder rolled his eyes and tried not to laugh. "You
two are sick puppies. I don't know how I turned out so normal. Mom, are you
ready Frohike to escort you to your seat?"

The bride appeared in a swish of white satin and tulle. Elizabeth
Modesky-Byers, soon to be Elizabeth Mulder, looked at her groom and
shrugged. "And you expected your father to behave with some level of decorum
today? Puhleeze. C'mon, the music is about to start."

End