From rhonilak@icontech.com Wed Mar 12 19:40:06 1997 Subject: NEW:(1/1)Icy Hot NC-17 From: Rhondda Lake Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 20:40:06 -0500 -------- TITLE:Dogged Determination Interlude III: Icy Hot AUTHOR:Rhondda Lake EMAIL ADDRESS:rhonilak@icontech.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT:Archive and distribute freely SPOILER WARNING:Only for the other two Interludes stories... RATING:****NC-17**** CONTENT WARNING:Loving discriptions of consenting sex between M&S CLASSIFICATION:MSR, V SUMMARY:At long last we learn what Scully bought with those handcuffs... Disclaimer: I don't own 'em guys, but you know that already. That genius devil CC owns 'em. I'm just borrowing them for a while. I promise to return them unscathed and much happier and more relaxed... Rating: NC-17 Yup, uh-huh. The Rhino's writing from the gutter again. Smut, smut, smut... This is the story that follows "Linen and Steel" and "Grapes Of Wrath" both of which are archived at Gossamer. Category: MSR, V Summary: And finally we learn what she bought with those handcuffs... Dogged Determination Interlude III: Icy Hot By Rhondda Lake Dana finished brushing out her hair. It was still damp from the shower, and smelled richly of roses from her herbal shampoo. At least it didn't smell of grape jelly and non-dairy whipped cream anymore. She wore nothing but a towel wrapped around herself. The feel of the thick, soft material teased her skin. "Nobody better go sniffing my hair today or some nasty rumors are sure to start. Don't you have anything less... girly?" Mulder stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. He looked... incredible. He'd given himself a quick rub down, but there was a soft look of moisture clinging to his skin, to the fine hairs on his chest. His hair stuck up in every direction. He'd obviously just scrubbed it with a towel. "In case you haven't noticed, Mulder, I'm a girl. I didn't buy my shampoo with you using it in mind. Besides, no one better sniff your hair but me." She gave him a warning look. "Oh, I've definitely noticed you are completely female." His lips turned up in a wry grin. "I think the breasts sorta clued me in. Then there's the fact that you never leave the toilet seat up. Yep, you're a woman." "And you are a man." She crossed her arms in front of her. "Because last night I stumbled out of bed and ended up with a wet ass. You better be trainable Mulder or I'll turn you in for a better model. I wonder if Pendrell puts the seat back down." "You'd give Pendrell a heart attack in thirty seconds. He couldn't keep up with you." He smirked. "Besides, I recall making it up to you as soon as you came out of the bathroom yelling." "Yes, you did, but I don't intend to have a wet ass again, Mulder." "So look before you sit down, Scully. And is this going to shift into a discussion of my toothpaste habits?" She shook her head. "Nah, I can live with you squeezing the middle as long as you put the cap back on." "So glad I can do something right," he muttered. "Oh, you do plenty right, but I have to start curbing those bad habits now or they'll grow exponentially. Besides, didn't your mother ever teach you the seat rule?" "Yeah, and when I moved out I used it as an act of rebellion. I'm a guy, I'm a bachelor, and I can leave the damn seat up if I want to." His smile was smug. "And you are gonna stay a bachelor with only your right hand for company if you don't learn to curb some of those baser - guy impulses." "Ok, ok... I'll try to remember. It's not easy to shed the habits of eighteen years overnight you know." He sat down beside her on the bed. "Really? How long did it take before you started leaving the seat up when you first left home?" "That's different. Bad habits are always easier to pick up." He grinned. "You are incorrigible." "I'd like to think I was encourageable." He leaned in to nip at her bare shoulder. "At times..." She admitted with a smile as his tongue started to trace her clavicle. "Is now one of those times?" he murmured against her skin before his mouth found that spot, right where her shoulder met her neck and he nipped at it before sucking on it, hard. She gasped and stiffened as a wonderful jolt of pleasure shot through her. "Oh... yeah." She felt his fingers at the tuck of her towel and she suddenly remembered herself. "Oh... no." She slapped his hands away. "We aren't done playing yet, Agent Mulder." He pulled back and arched a brow at her, a bad imitation of her own look. "We aren't?" "Lay down, Mulder. On your stomach, please." She stood up abruptly and went to her dresser. Opening the drawer she found what she was looking for. A vial, of bluish green liquid, corked and sealed with green wax. "What is that?" he asked as he scooted back on the bed. "Trust me." Her smile was seductive and she watched him swallow hard. She managed not to laugh when he, somewhat reluctantly, rolled over to lay on his stomach. "Mulder, this is better then grape jelly." She broke the wax seal and uncorked the vial, inhaling the aroma of the liquid inside. It smelled refreshing. "I don't know, Scully, grape jelly is kinda hard to beat right now." He turned his head to look at her out of the corner of his eye, the glimmer there was wicked. As answer she swung herself onto the bed and, pushing the towel he wore up to just under his butt, straddled the back of his thighs. She was aware that the towel she wore may cover her from sight, but in this position he could feel her pressed against him, nothing between them. She could swear she heard a groan. "Are you complaining?" she asked as she poured a small amount of the vial's liquid into the palm of her hand, warming it. "Who me? Never." He ended in a gasp as she began to massage the oil into his back. Her hands pressed down on him, forcing the oil in with strong strokes that loosened his muscles yet aroused his body. She could feel the oil on her palms. Menthol oil. It was icy to the skin, till warmed, and it spread a languid heat beneath the skin it was applied to. "That feels like Ben-Gay," he commented. "You are getting old on me, Mulder." She chuckled. "Ben-Gay doesn't taste this good." She leaned forward to run her tongue up his spine. She felt him shiver under her hands and mouth. He shifted his hips a bit, uncomfortably. She could just imagine the source of that discomfort. Her hands may be small, but they were also pretty strong. She leaned back once more, rubbing against his legs and feeling him shift again. Smiling to herself she stroked his sides in one long upward motion. Rocking back again she placed both hands in the middle of his back and pushed upward to the base of his neck. While she was there she nibbled on his shoulders. He had beautiful shoulders. Broad and strong. The muscles jumped and bunched under her lips as she kissed the mole on his left shoulder, the tiny one that almost matched the one on his cheek. It was just above the puckered scar from a gunshot wound she wouldn't ever forget giving him. She tasted the rough-smooth flesh of the scar with her tongue. Mulder had started to make a deep, tuneless humming noise. Hmmm... was that a purr? Scully smiled to herself. She began to work on his arms. She left nothing untouched, unstroked. Rocking back once more she tugged at the towel he wore. She felt his chuckle vibrate through his legs. "Scully, are you coming on to me?" "Mulder, if you haven't figured that out yet..." She managed to get the towel between her pulling and him lifting his hips a bit. She licked her lips and warmed another small dab of oil in her hands. "You have a great ass, Mulder." "Why thank you, Scully. So do you. Does that make us a matched pair?" For answer she slapped his left cheek. "Don't make me spank you, Mulder." "I just got very turned on," he mumbled into the sheets. She laughed and kneaded the oil into his buttocks and hips. When she stopped she noticed he was rocking into her bed. "Mulder... I'm back here. It says a lot that you can mistake me for my mattress." "Scul-leee," he whined. "Are you purposely setting out to drive me insane?" "It's a real short trip when it comes to you. Now turn over." She moved off his thighs and knelt on the bed to one side. He obediently rolled onto his back. Oh yes, he was enjoying every minute of this. Certain parts were standing at attention and ready to salute. "See anything you like?" he asked with a teasing smile. "One or two things." She smirked back and prepared some more oil. "What on earth made you think of menthol oil?" he asked as her hands massaged the shiny, scented stuff into his chest. She enjoyed the feel of muscle under skin, the light rasp of hair under her palms. Her fingers circled his nipples as she smiled. "It heats up, Mulder. It feels cool and wonderful on the skin, with a nice warm sensation underneath... but when you add a little more heat, it's... interesting." He had sucked in his bottom lip, his top teeth showing slightly as he bit down on it. Did he have any idea how sexy that was? How hot she was getting just touching him, feeling him warm and pliant under her hands? She bent down to nibble on his neck. That long column was way too inviting when he arched his head like that. He hissed softly. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," she murmured against his skin before sitting back up and working the oil into his ribs, his flat stomach, the bunched shape of his abs as she stroked and teased him. His hips, his thighs both were adorned next, then his legs. Long legs. Runner's legs. The fine hairs on his legs glistened from the oil. She smiled and capped the vial. "Um... Scully..." "Nope, Mulder. That could get... uncomfortable." She sat the vial on her nightstand and stretched herself out beside him. "You look good enough to eat, Mulder." "Haven't we done that already?" He grinned and reached for her. One hand at the base of her skull urged her up for a kiss. Slow and languid, yet not really soft. It was a hungry kiss, and Scully felt like she was the buffet. He broke the kiss to look at her. "You are overdressed for the occasion." This time his fingers found the tuck of her towel and stripped it off of her. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that patience was a virtue?" "Sure, but I'm not feeling very virtuous right now. As a matter of fact.. I feel like breaking a few commandments. Wanna help?" She laughed but the sound was cut short as his fingers skimmed over her breast. "You know, Scully, I think turn about is fair play." He reached over his head and retrieved the vial from the nightstand. "Oh really? I thought you were impatient." She tried not to squirm as the hand lightly squeezing her breast moved for his forefinger to flick over her nipple, repeatedly. "No, I said I wasn't feeling virtuous. Pay attention, Scully, or I'll have to keep you after class." "After class, hmmm?" she arched an eyebrow, "Professor Mulder, let me guess, sex ed, right?" "And look what you brought for show and tell." He shook the vial and, moving his hand from her breast to her shoulder, gently turned her onto her stomach. "I take it you were always best with hands on learning." She bit her lips as his large, strong hands started at the base of her spine. The oil wasn't cold, but left a tingling coolness on her skin. Beneath the tingle a delightful warmth spread. Mulder's hands slid smoothly over her, leaving no part untouched, unpampered as he returned her earlier massage measure for measure. The tingling she felt was not completely attributed to the oil by the time he turned her over. Far from it. Every touch sent a shiver along her nerves. His hands kneaded her hips then flowed upward. He knew where she ached to be touched. The sensations of icy heat flowing over her was incredable. He climbed her midriff with the heels of his palms until he came up against the softness of her breasts. He paused for no more than a heartbeat before smoothing over them as well. The slight roughness of his palms sending shocks of pleasure from the tips right down to her center. The heat of him pushed into her stomach. She rubbed against him sensuously, smiling at the moan she drew from him. She was well aquainted with how hard he could get. She felt it now. His desire fed her own. She wanted him with a solitary anguish that was close to pain. The wanting was an ache, but a sweet one, and that only because she knew it would be fulfilled. He massaged the last of the oil on his hands into her breasts, making them feel both tender and full. She wanted more of that feeling. His mouth slanted over hers then, his tongue fluttering over her lips before she opened to him. Her own meeting his, shaking hands and settling down like long lost friends. He tasted slightly of grape jelly yet, but mostly of himself, that smoky, dark essence that was only him. And her body was on fire. Everywhere his pressed down on hers the oil that had been massaged into flesh sent a delicious heat through her, pooling at her core. It was not an uncomfortable burn, but a deep, languorous heat. She heard a soft whimper and was almost surprised to realize it was her own. Mulder's hands flowed down once more, over her hips, trailing down her thighs. She drew her own hands up, over his back, feeling the muscles there move as his arms did, savoring the smooth flow of motion under her fingertips. His mouth left hers as he bent to take a nipple into his mouth. The sensation was fire. She was burning up. She felt him rake his teeth over her too-sensitized bud and she felt the tension inside herself draw so tight she was sure she would snap. When he abandoned that breast to savor the other she was hit with the most intense cold over the bereft peak. The air, the wetness of his mouth and the oil made her cry out as one breast was seared by him, the other encased in ice. Her stomach, her thighs, all had become feverishly hot. She felt his fingers behind her knees, pulling her legs up and to either side. His lips left her breasts and she was stung again with the cold before he slid his whole body up her smaller one. The burning was wonderful. "Scully, I definitely like where you shop." His slow smile teased her as much as the feel of him, there, at her entrance. Just waiting there. Pressing against her center. Ringing the doorbell and waiting for an answer. "Does this make me your personal shopper from now on? Because I have to tell you, I'd love to be in charge of buying your ties..." The rest was lost in a cry as he slipped into her. Filling and stretching her just short of discomfort. She pried her eyes open to see him hovering over her. His own eyes closed in concentration, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? Just that, just entering her had her so close she felt a tear slip from the corner of her eye. His breath was ragged as he paused, finally opening his eyes he looked down at her. He bent to trace the path of the tear with his tongue. "Did I hurt you?" His voice was tight and rough. "Ego, Mulder. Control it. I'm gonna hurt you though if you don't DO something soon," she managed through clenched teeth. "Controlling it is what I'm doing. Give me a second or this is gonna be over way too soon." It took all she had not to start wriggling against him. "You know, they have a term for that problem." She arched her brow and smiled. "You know you have a smart mouth. It's a damn good thing I'm in love with you or it'd get annoying." He shifted his weight slightly, and the friction was torture. "Me annoying? I'm the only one who would put up with you. Now will you get going?" The conversation had the desired effect, Mulder had regained his equilibrium and a semblance of control. He began to move. Slowly at first. Making her feel every ridge, every inch of him within her. She moved with him, her hands moving to his hips to urge him faster. She was so close, so close, if he'd just... He was almost out of her before he slammed home. Hard, fierce, fast. "Like that?" She couldn't answer. She was beyond the ability to speak. He did it again. And again. On the fourth fierce thrust she came, screaming from the force of it. It shook her to her soul. Her whole body convulsed. She had no control. She came so hard she feared for her consciousness. Her fingers dug into his hips, her heels sank into the mattress, and it didn't stop. It kept going on and on. The world was lost in a kaleidoscope of color behind her eyelids. The only thing she was aware of was the unbearable pleasure, the constant, unending rapture as her body tightened and tightened and tightened. And he was moving again. Oh, God she was still coming as he thrust again, hard and fierce, driving, animalistic. Just four more times and his cry matched hers. A hoarser, deeper sound as he filled her, emptied into her. His twitching inside her kept her going a little longer. Slowly it died down, leaving her weak and spent. She had never, not once, felt anything like THAT. "Oh my GOD." She managed after regaining her breath, and the upper brain function necessary for words. "You were just complaining about my ego and now you want to deify me?" Mulder lifted himself weakly, turning them both to the side so he no longer sprawled, a limp mass of spent and shaking flesh, on top of her. "Close. That was... wow... that was..." She searched for the words but they eluded her, all of them seeming inadequate. "Dana Scully speechless? Amazing." He chuckled. "There is a down side though." She pointed out as she felt his fingertips tracing her shoulder, and small, wet kisses falling lightly against her neck. "There is?" He sounded doubtful. "Yeah, I don't think we can ever top that. If we did I might not survive the experience." She ran her fingers, idly, through the soft, silkiness of his hair. "Hmmm... perhaps I should take that as a personal challenge." He nibbled on her earlobe before she felt his cheek resting against her neck. One of his arms snaked around her to pull her close. They were both exhausted. Scully felt sleep creeping up on them. "Hey Mulder," She mumbled her eyes fluttering closed. "Hmmm?" She heard his breathing evening out. "Your hair smells like roses." She was smiling as sleep took her. Fin--- Comments more then welcome. I will now go back to Pandora's Box like a good little Writer. But you know, once you nose dive into the gutter you have to get it out of your system or nothing else will ever get done...