From: "Rebecca Compeau" To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: Wednesday's Wild Theory NC17 Date: Monday, April 15, 2002 11:39 PM Title: Wednesday's Wild Theory Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: Scully has made Mulder a bit irate. What's he going to do about it? Rating: NC17 Category/Keywords: M/S UST, Mulderbation Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just re-enacted what Mulder and Scully do between episodes. The true characters are the sole property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the Fox Network. No copyright infringement is intended, just love. Author's Notes: I borrowed a bit from Terma99's Scent of a Woman series, which have some of the best Mulderbation and oral sex scenes I've ever read! And thanks to Mims for another great beta. You and me and Muldertaste... I slam the door to my apartment and make a beeline for my bedroom closet. Tonight I need a special kind of relaxation to shake this day from my shoulders. Not that it was a bad day, really. Scully just excited and challenged me to the point that I was at a fever pitch. My mind reviews events of the day while my hands rummage through the boxes behind my suits. We are working on a case taking place in the woods of Vermont. Several people have been found dead over a period of three weeks. In each case, the victim's throat was torn out and the blood completely drained. There are no other marks on the bodies. Most strange of all, in each instance the victims' clothes were found folded neatly beside them. I firmly believe it is the work of a werewolf. When I presented my theory, Scully rolled her eyes and smirked. Standing right under my chin, she tilted her head back to argue with me, exposing her pale throat. The sweep of her long lashes over dewy blue eyes was very distracting. So was the hand she laid on the lapel of my jacket the whole time. Sassy, infuriating, challenging little minx...my face relaxes into a tender smile just as my fingers brush against the item I seek. I pull the torn shirt out slowly. My breathing quickens. A simple item, just a ripped garment, but it evokes quite...raunchy mental pictures of Scully. She was so haughty today. Every challenge she issued was accomplished by a smirk, a toss of her hair, a wiggle of her hips whenever she walked somewhere in front of me. Her uppity attitude needs taking down a peg or two. And I know just how to do it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mulder..." she moans just before my lips touch hers. The contact is searing and hot. Her lips open wide and her tongue begs for mine. She tries to unbutton my shirt, but I grab her wrists and hold her captive. When I break the kiss, Scully's eyes are heavy lidded and her whole body quivers. In my fantasies I am always able to master Scully. She responds to my flirting, welcomes my advances, melts in my arms. Only in my fantasies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I strip off my jacket and tie and begin unbuttoning my shirt. The torn one that started it all falls from my grasp to the floor, where it catches my attention. A wicked smile crosses my face. Yes. My imaginary kisses with Scully continue. Now I let her hands freely drift over my chest while I unbuckle my belt and unfasten my trousers. Scully leaves off undressing me and begins to undress herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hurry Mulder. I want you naked!" she pleads. Apparently my efforts are not fast enough for her, because she pulls my sleeves off my arms so quickly that the fabric tears. "Dammit HURRY! I've got to have you inside me, Mulder I want you so much!" Deliberately I sit down on her couch and smile evilly up at her. No way will I let her boss me. *I'm* going to master *her.* Gently taking hold of her naked hips, I pull her closer and nuzzle my nose right into her crispy red curls. She gasps. My tongue snakes out and gently licks her clitoris where it lies swollen at the top of her folds. She throws her head back and pushes her hips into my face. Leisurely, I pull back and notice that I'm at the perfect height to stretch up a bit and suckle her breasts. So, I do. First, I take each rosy peak deep into my mouth and pull hard. Then, I let go and flick my tongue rapidly over each. On one side, then the other. Until Scully is moaning a continuous, high-pitched sound and desperately thrusting against me. Letting go of her for a moment, I stretch out flat on the couch, then tug on her hand. "C'mon." With me guiding her, Scully climbs on the couch and drapes her legs on each side of my face. I have to get insistent with her a couple times. She seems a little unsure. I push her legs open wider and some of her excitement drips onto my mouth. Scully's face turns a fiery red and I grin, licking my lips slowly. "Mmm." "Mulder!" she hisses in shock, attempting to pull away from me. I grab her hips to hold her in place and drive my tongue up into her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she gasps. "Unnnhh!" I happen to really love being between a woman's legs this way. For many women, it's the best way for them to receive pleasure. Besides, women taste so *good.* Whether it's sweet, salty, tangy, or musky, I love the taste of a women's sex. And the wetness on my face makes it even better. Sex is *supposed* to be messy; that's how you know you're doing a good job. My tongue is out of my mouth as far as I can extend it, pressed like a blanket over her private parts. I lick and lick again and again, from the bottom to the top. Every few swipes, I carefully take her clitoris in my mouth and suckle *hard* for several seconds before going back to tonguing her. The particular position I have Scully in right now works the best. It makes her more open, more exposed. And I can see her breasts with their tight nipples expressing her enjoyment, see her face as it flushes and contorts. I love watching her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Unnhh! Mmmmm!" My shirt hangs open and my pants are bunched around my ankles. Not even completely naked yet, but I'm moaning and sweating like a cheap whore over this fantasy. What I wouldn't *give* to have it come true. To have Scully naked and moaning and writing while I pleasure her. Do I think I'm mastering her in this fantasy? *She's* mastering *me.* I'd give her anything, let her use my body as her own private sex toy, just so I can see her get off. My hand flies over my stiff cock. My panting fills the quiet room. Need to finish this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My mouth is starting to get tired, much as I'm loving this, so I go for the coup de grace. I thrust my tongue as far as I can inside her and push it in and out. At the same time, I reach up and gently grasp her breasts, and let my nose brush over her clit. Scully stiffens, her mouth opens wide. Then she arches her back, throws her head back, and lets out a guttural scream. A fresh rush of sweet sticky moisture floods into my mouth. And my body bursts in orgasm beneath her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All it takes is the thought of her orgasming all over my face to send me over the edge into ecstasy. Cum shoots out of me so hard that it sprays my chest instead of my belly. Even though I masturbate regularly, these thoughts of Scully make me so excited that I lose all control. If ever we do manage to get together, I worry about being able to last. Will I explode in my pants as soon as I see her naked? As soon as she touches me, kisses me? Scully deserves someone who can make slow, passionate love to her. I used to be that man, but she's been driving me slowly crazy for several years now. Perhaps it's a moot point. I sigh deeply as I clean up my own mess once again. I prepare for a lonely night with an unusual melancholy. Oh Scully, my darling. Will I ever be able to love you for real?