From: "bizzzichick" Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 12:59:19 -0800 Subject: Two of A Kind, MSR, NC-17 Source: direct Title: Two of a Kind Category: Smut Biscuit, MSR, RST Author: Satina bizzzichick@yahoo.com Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: Three of a Kind Watch it first, then read this. My way's better. Promise. Disclaimer: Nope I don't own 'em...although I sure like the things fanfic writers do over what's going on in Season Eight right now. Sigh. Chris Carter et. al thought 'em up so I guess he gets to be as sadistic as he wants to be. I just get to use them to escape once in a while. Summary: This takes place during the episode "Three of a Kind" and is an alternate telling of what COULD have happened if the Gunmen had called Mulder for help when they found Scully drugged and giggling. What the hell were they thinking, anyway?? Feedback: YES please...ALWAYS! This is my first, though, so please be gentle. Detailed constructive criticism warmly welcomed. Flames tolerated with bemusement. Hey...it's all in fun. Archive: Heck yeah I guess so...just let me know where and when so I can go read everyone else there. ;-) ................ Mulder pushed impatiently through the thronging techno-geeks to get to the hotel bar, where the Lone Gunmen had said they would be waiting for him. He was more than a little ticked, seeing as how all he had gotten was a predictably cryptic, but genuinely worried phone call, informing him that Scully seemed to be in trouble and he needed to get to Las Vegas and the National Defense Conference right away. He had asked Frohike what the hell Scully was doing in Vegas and exactly WHAT the nature of Scully's trouble was, but the little goblin had just told him it would be better if he came and saw for himself and to hurry because they weren't sure what to do. Frohike had sounded scared, which pissed Mulder off and raised his own fear factor as he hopped the plane to Las Vegas. If Scully was hurt, he was going to kick some ass. He saw the three of them standing in a row outside the doors leading into the hotel bar, nervously checking behind them every few seconds and then looking at the floor and then scanning the crowd, looking for Mulder. He strode up, irritation and worry battling in his intense expression. In a voice elevated only a shade above normal, he locked his gaze on Byers. "Well? Where is she?" Frohike grabbed his elbow conspiratorially and led him a few paces away from the others, jerking his head toward the door in an indication to Byers and Langly to get in there while he filled Mulder in on what was happening. "Ah Mulder, glad you made it here so fast. We've got a *little problem* here." Mulder didn't reply, he just raised his eyebrows impatiently, encouraging Frohike to bring it home. "Uh yeah. You see, we kinda asked Agent Scully to come down here and help us out with a little situation we had. We would've called you, but your face is a little too well-known in the black ops community for the kind of discretion we needed." Frohike was sweating and couldn't maintain eye contact with the now intensely interested Mulder. "Where is she?" Mulder asked for the second time, starting toward the bar doors, oblivious to the short-legged Frohike's attempts to keep up with his determined, long stride. "She's fine...or...well I mean she's ok...she's just..." A deep, joyous feminine laugh rang through the air, cutting off Frohike's attempts to make a succinct sentence. Mulder froze. That voice...it sounded familiar...and yet not. Using the advantage of his 6 plus feet of height, he made a quick survey of the bar area, and his mouth dropped open. What caught his gaze was something that he could only have dreamed up in his most sex-deprived fantasies. Scully was sitting on a chair, leaning back, legs crossed. He could see that her suit jacket was open, and her blouse was unbuttoned all the way below the level of her cleavage, giving glimpses of her black lace bra to anyone who was looking. And there were plenty looking. She was surrounded by suits, all leaning in trying to catch a better view down her blouse, ogling the soft curves somehow more desirable than the openly displayed flesh of the women all around them. She was wearing a black skirt that was pushed up to mid-thigh, and her legs were crossed, revealing almost her entire thigh. Her toes made little circles in the air in her little 4-inch pumps. And she was...giggling?? Mulder's chest tightened at the sight of his dream-Scully right here in the flesh and he felt a little twitch in his pants as he inadvertently locked his gaze on that delicious little bare leg. He stood there, mouth still open, as Scully, using only her lips and teeth, took a cigarette offered to her and then proceeded to flirt with the thronging males, who were pushing and vying for the honor of lighting it. Mulder's eyes went wide as he watched Scully bat her eyes at the men and lower her lashes as she teased them. "I just can't decide who lights my fire!" She said with mock innocence. Then she laughed the sexiest, most seductive laugh Mulder had ever heard in his life. His dick did more than just twitch at that. He felt it jump toward the sound in an effort to beat him across the room to her. He had just enough presence of mind to pull his trench coat absently closed in front him, mouth still agape. Then some of the blood being routed to his crotch must have gotten back to his brain, because he visibly blinked and shook his head and then took the twenty feet between him and Scully in a few, frantic strides. He grabbed the still-unlit cigarette from Scully's glossy red lipsticked pout incredulously and flicked it the floor. "Scully??" was all he could squeak out as looked from her, to her suitors, and back again. Scully's impossibly perfect red lips pursed in a pout for a moment, then her sky-blue eyes lit up and opened wide when she realized who had taken her cigarette away. "Foxy!" She said, smiling totally and completely, open mouthed, showing her little pink tongue and both rows of her perfect little white teeth. In spite of his shock, Mulder's lips twitched into the tiniest smile as he realized how happy she was to see him. He gasped out a strained laugh as he grabbed her arms and pulled her off her throne, much to the disappointment of her many admirers. He said nothing as he yanked her through the teeming males, and practically choked when he saw her hand reach out and slap one of them on the ass on her way through the group. Her throaty laugh was sending electric jolts straight to his crotch as his mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to figure out what would make *his* Scully act like this. "Ooo want me all to yourself, as usual, Foxy Mulder?" Scully purred, as Mulder roughly pulled her through the crowd in the bar and back out to the hall, where the Lone Gunmen had fled upon seeing Mulder make contact with Scully. As they reached the hall, Mulder let go of Scully, who nearly fell over as she gained her balance after practically running through the bar trying to keep up with Mulder's long stride. She shook her head to clear it, and a few strands of her hair fell into her face. She made no attempt to brush them away, and looked, wide-eyed and smiling, up into Mulder's shocked and angry face. "What's the matter, babe?" she asked, reaching out to pinch his yummy little ass cheek. Mulder yelped and jumped away from her, his eyes like saucers, looking from her face to the Gunmen and back again. His erection was at FULL attention now. "Would you mind telling me what the *hell" is going on here? What did you *do* to her?" he said, again grabbing one slender little arm as Scully turned and started toward a couple of men going into the bar. The Gunmen looked at each other, then at Scully , then at the floor, not quite able to meet Mulder's ultra-intense gaze. It was Byers who stepped forward and spoke. "We didn't do anything, Mulder. We...think Scully has been...drugged, somehow." "Drugged?" Mulder replied, keeping a good grip on the swaying and smiling Scully. Now her hand was playing with the hand that gripped her, tickling and tugging at his fingers playfully. She walked her fingers up his arm to his shoulder and leaned against him, giggling. Her breasts were pushing wantonly against his chest now, a sensation he had never before had the pleasure of experiencing. Mulder's heart was going to stop if this didn't end soon. He could smell her hair and see down her blouse and found his eyes searching wildly for something else to look at. He settled on Byers' face. Byers paled visibly and swallowed. Frohike pushed his way in front of Byers, giving Scully a thorough once-over and raising his eyebrows appreciatively at her petite, curvy body making its way between the edges of her blouse. Mulder's jaw clenched as he watched Frohike's appraisal but he said nothing. Frohike sighed and spoke. "We think it's some of the same black-ops bastards that might've killed a buddy of ours. It seems to affect people's ability to control their impulses." Mulder's eyes narrowed at the word "killed" and he interrupted Frohike's explanation with a tone more worried than surprised now. "Killed? Are you saying this drug is poisonous?" He looked down at Scully, his erection wilting and his heart speeding up at the thought of her being in danger. She met his concerned gaze with a little smile and a snuggled against him. Uh god. "No no no...not poisonous. At least not that we know of. You see..." began Byers, holding his hands up to defend himself against Mulder's imminent attack, "he threw himself under a bus. That's not normal. I mean..." he was stammering now, obviously scared of Mulder's increasingly confused and irritated expression. " I mean we think that someone gave him a suggestion or something, and he was unable to resist." Mulder looked back down at Scully, who seemed to be getting bored with the conversation and was now turning her head from side to side, and glancing now and then at incoming bar patrons...of the male persuasion. "Have you got a room here?" Mulder asked, all seriousness now. "I think we should get her out of here." "Yes, right upstairs. Scully has her own room. She's checked into the hotel...as I said...she was helping us on a case." Byers was more assured now, relatively certain that Mulder wasn't going to start punching him in the face. "Let's go." Mulder's tone was flat. Byers led the way as all five of them made their way upstairs to Scully's room. Mulder led Scully inside and wordlessly walked back out of the room and shut the door. The Gunmen ran into one another, expecting to be led into the room, but coming up against the tall figure of a very pissed-off Mulder. He leaned slightly against the door of Scully's room and crossed his arms. "Tell me everything." After hearing the story of how they had found Scully on the floor in a less-than-normal condition following her autopsy of their friend, and being filled in on exactly why and HOW they had tricked Scully into thinking that Mulder had requested her presence in Las Vegas, Mulder excused the boys with little more than a roll of the eyes, and without a word had simply turned around and gone back into Scully's room and shut the door behind him. The Gunmen had all looked at each other, wondering what to do next, and finally decided that given Mulder's current state, they'd probably be best off just going down and playing some casino games. Mulder had Byers' cell number so if he needed them, he knew how to get ahold of them. They went down the stairs, blaming each other for their very stupid idea of conning Scully into coming to their assistance. "Now not only is Scully going to kick our asses, but Mulder is going to mop up the floor with us after she's done. God I hope she's all right. He'll kill us if she isn't." Despondent and worried, they shuffled down to the casinos. ........... Mulder stopped just inside Scully's hotel room door, realizing all the lights had been turned off. Instantly on alert, he reached to his side and undid the snap on his gun holster. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a form coming toward him from the middle of the room. "Scully?" he called out, reaching for his gun, straining to make out the figure advancing on him. Suddenly he felt a small, soft form throw itself up against him and realized it was Scully. He was so surprised, he fumbled his gun to the floor and put up both hands to ward her off. Unfortunately this action placed his hands squarely on Scully's firm little breasts. He drew back like he had touched hot coals and slammed himself backward against the door. "OOoo where ya goin' , Foxy Mulder?" cooed Scully's impossibly sultry and teasing little voice. "I thought we could have some fun!" She pressed herself up against him once again, and he was trapped between an undulating, drugged Scully following her every impulse, and the hard hotel room door. His heart was pounding as his hands clenched open and closed, his dick now at full flag and pressed snugly against the lower abdomen of his very insistent little female partner. Her quick little hands traveled up his chest and clumsily but quickly pushed his coat off his shoulders as she bent forward and began planting kisses squarely on his chest. "Umm...you smell nice, Mulder...as usual. Wonder how you taste." Her voice was muffled by his shirt, which she was now using her nimble fingers to unbutton. She got three buttons open then slipped her hands inside Mulder's shirt and luxuriantly ran her hands over his bare flesh, moaning. Mulder's head was thrown back against the door as his hands first reached out to push her away, then stopped to feel her hot flesh through the thin material of her blouse, then jerked back, once again burned by the fire of that amazing sensation he had only fantasized about before now. His hips were pressing against her of their own volition, his body seeking out relief from six-plus years of torment and denial. He let out a tortured groan as he felt her soft little hands all over the bare flesh of his heaving chest. God he felt like if he just pressed against her a little harder, just there, just like that, he would come in a moment. Oh...oh...yeah...Then her felt her unbelievably hot little tongue tickle one of his nipples and her mouth close over it completely, and he gasped and convulsed forward. "Ahhh! No, Scuh...no!" The shock of the wet little tongue on his flesh woke him from a lust-induced stupor and he recovered enough to put his hands on her shoulders and push her back violently, at the same time wanting to jump on her and fuck her senseless. Scully staggered backward and moaned and pouted, wiping her smeared lips with the back of her hand. Then she stepped forward again for another taste, smiling. Mulder's senses recovered enough in that two seconds of Scully- less time to realize that he couldn't let her do this when she was not herself. GodDAMN it though. He wanted nothing more than for her to WANT to do this AS herself. She was the only fantasy he'd ever had in over six years! But he was her friend and partner too, goddamn it, and that meant NOT taking advantage of her weakened state. FUCK. The denial of his intense physical and emotional need was actually painful as he took a deep, shaky breath and shrugged his coat back on and shook the sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes. "Scully," he said breathlessly, "you need to rest. You...you need to...get some rest." He stepped forward and grabbed her around the shoulders and trying VERY hard not to look down at her nearly exposed cleavage, spun her around and pushed her toward the bed. "Mmmm...finally Mulder. We're getting to the good stuff! Thought you'd never GET IT, ya know? You're thick, you know that?" Scully giggled at her own dirty joke, reaching behind her to confirm her assessment of his physical condition, but failing as Mulder jerked his hips away from her grasping fingers. "Mmm...Hard to get, huh? Not hard to get hard though are you Foxy?" she said, laughing gleefully at her own wit. Mulder was still breathing heavily and was biting his lower lip as he pushed her headfirst onto the bed. Scully bounced, then reached her hands up above her head, stretching out her body below him face down on the bed and raising her luscious little ass, shaking it in a blatant invitation. Mulder ran his hands through his hair, raking that stray lock back off his forehead again, and wiped the sweat off his brow shakily. GOD she had the most PERFECT ass and it was INCHES away asking to be grabbed and stroked and kneaded and His mind screamed at him. His dick throbbed and pulsated with the dire NEED of her. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips and tried to catch his breath. "Scully...you...you're not yourself and...I don't want to...do anything we'll regret later." "Oh Mulder...my only regret is not doing it sooner!" Scully pouted, turning herself over on the bed and throwing her arms out to the side. Mulder looked down at her, chewing on his bottom lip painfully. Her blouse was pulled open, almost totally baring her left breast in its lacy little black bra. Her hair was completely mussed and spread out around her head like a halo of fire. Her lipstick was smeared across her lips and her legs were spread haphazardly, pushing her skirt up to just a few inches below her hips. He could see the tiniest bit of the black of her panties. It felt like his eyes were physically attached to that glorious site and it HURT as he yanked his gaze away and looked to the side. Mulder's hips moved imperceptibly toward their always-elusive target on the bed as he stared at the turquoise carpet, willing his body to quit being played by her like a goddamn musical instrument. He thought, as his breathing slowed and the blood came back up to his head. Mulder's voice was barely audible and he still didn't look at her as he spoke. "I'm going in the bathroom, Scully. Just...just get under the covers and try to get some sleep. I won't leave you, don't worry. I'll lock the door so you'll be safe." He still couldn't look at her but he waited and she didn't reply. Cautiously, he looked to the bed without moving his head and she appeared to be asleep already, breathing heavily, her arm thrown over her eyes. Sighing, his body relaxed as he heard her snoring quietly. When he was positive she wasn't faking, he walked over to the bed and gently reached under her arms and pulled her back up all the way onto the bed, then turned her body so that she was now lying vertically, her head on a pillow. He wrapped a bit of comforter around her and, almost without thinking, placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead. She sighed and her mouth turned up in a slight smile as he withdrew his lips. He stood there, staring down at her sleeping, for what seemed like time out of time. His hands opened and closed at his sides and his eyes travelled over the form of her body under the comforter. Then he let his head fall back and he closed his eyes and he let out one last deep sigh. He finally walked over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him quietly before turning on the light. He took off his coat and leaned in toward the mirror. Yep, candy-apple red lipstick on his white dress shirt and chest. He pulled his shirt to the side and closed his eyes, remembering how that smudge of red had gotten painted around his left nipple. With trembling fingers, he buttoned his shirt. He leaned against the sink counter on his hands for a moment, taking in his sweaty, messed up hair and flushed face. He felt the throbbing at his crotch and shut his eyes again, realizing that if he didn't release the tension that had built up, that he might not be ready to ward her off again if she should awake still under the influence of this mysterious drug. He reached down and unzipped his pants and pushed them down off his hips slowly, then slipped his shorts down with them. His penis was fully erect again now, in anticipation of the coming release. He closed his eyes and thought again of the feeling of Scully's lean, curvy little body pushing against him, her breasts squashed against his lower chest, her hands sliding over his skin and finally her hot little mouth closing over his nipple. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open in a soundless scream as his hand did a crude job substituting for what should have been its due course. He pictured himself grabbing that exposed breast flesh he had glimpsed and devouring her rosy little nipple with his mouth while his hand pushed her skirt the rest of the way up around her waist and he jerked her panties and pantyhose down her thighs and off her legs. He had planned to do much more to her in this little relief fantasy, but the built up torture and pressure was too much after being SO close to his ultimate dream, and as his fantasy hand slipped between her little white fantasy thighs, his body convulsed and he spurted his frustration all over the turquoise tiles of the hotel bathroom's floor and wall. He was unable to completely silence his cries, and his throat painfully constricted with the effort of biting back his gasping "SScuhhhleee! Scully... " It was a feeling he was used to. He pulled himself together, and cleaned himself and the bathroom, leaving the lipstick on his skin and shirt . He splashed cold water on his face several times before drying it and turning, towel in hand, he faced the door. The door separating him from an all-too-willing and ready Scully, stretched out across a hotel room bed. He felt his erection swelling again and sighed. FUCK. How long was this drug going to stay in her system? Gathering his resolve, he opened the door. She was still asleep. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and made his way to the chair beside the bed. He collapsed into it exhausted and was almost instantly asleep. ............ Scully became aware that she was not in her own bed, smelling the chlorine smell of hotel sheets. Her nose itched and she brushed her hair out of her face and opened her eyes. The room was dark, but her fully dilated pupils could see everything clearly. Her head seemed to be buzzing a little and she had a very pleasant but slight tingling all through her body. She felt a bit light- headed and dizzy, in a very nice way. She rolled her head on the pillow, liking the sensation of the movement and her hair sliding across the cotton surface. She felt constricted, though...uncomfortable. She reached under the covers that were sloppily wrapped around her and discovered she was in bed fully clothed. Her brows knit as she tried to remember how that had happened. Then a huge smile made its way from ear to ear as she remembered being tumbled into bed by her gorgeous partner. She turned in the bed now and yep...there he was, sprawled deliciously in her bedside chair, completely asleep, his head thrown back and his lips slightly parted. The sight of his body draped across the chair sent a flash of heat through her body and her gaze settled right on his groin. She kicked away some of the comforter impatiently, unbuttoned her blouse and slithered out of it as she imagined herself on the floor between those long lean thighs, taking the long and lovely length of his arousal deep into her mouth and throat. She wanted to see that usually so guarded and protected face contorted in the throes of an ecstasy that she, Dana Scully, had created for him. He deserved some joy, some pleasure in his life and so did she. It had been too damn long...why had she waited so long? HOW had she waited so long? LOOK at him! She moaned just a little as she ran her hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples through the lacy material of her bra, never taking her eyes off Mulder's crotch. She wriggled around in the bed, unclasping her bra and shrugging it off her shoulders, freeing her now tingling and super-sensitized nipples to the ministrations of her desperate hands. Shrugging off her questions as totally unimportant to the task at hand she reached down and fumbled around in her bunched-up skirt for the zipper pull. She finally found it and writhed around on the bed, unzipping the skirt and letting out a pleasure sigh as she wriggled her way out of it and kicked it to the foot of the bed. Now she just to get these goddamn pantyhose off and finally her little black panties. Sighing, she pushed away the remains of the comforter and stretched her naked body out on the bed, letting her gaze run up and down the length of her partner's body, licking her lips as she stared at his slightly parted lips and listened to the deep, even breaths flowing out between them. Her left hand caressed her breast roughly as her right tickled herself with little pressing touches between her widely spread thighs. Her hips bucked up to meet her hand as she pressed, and she heard herself moan and whimper with the strong NEED her body was radiating. She watched Mulder's chest rise and fall with his breathing as she stroked the sides of her clit with one finger while pinching her nipple with the other. This was TOO fucking frustrating...she did NOT want to come alone for something like the THOUSANDTH time. Why the FUCK couldn't Mulder just smarten up for once and realize that she could practically EAT HIM UP she wanted him inside her so bad. She let her hands fall to her sides with a WHUMP and set her mouth with determination. Remembering how adamant he had been about refusing her previous advances, she knew she would have to do this a bit more subtly than last time. Carefully, she sat up and scooted herself to the edge of the bed, stopping every few seconds to make sure she wasn't making too much noise. She lowered herself to the floor and slowly, quietly crawled across the carpet and stopped just between Mulder's spread legs. She could hear her own heart beating as she tried not to breathe too loudly, but she felt wetness dripping down her inner thighs as she contemplated what she was about to put into motion. Her hands were trembling as she tested his level of sleep by gently touching his thigh. It jerked a tiny bit under her touch but his face didn't change. She could see his closed eyelids fluttering and knew he was in REM sleep. As she slowly slipped her hand up his thigh to his groin, she encountered proof that he must be having quite a nice dream indeed. She smiled ferally, wondering if she played an interesting part in it. And wondering if it was as good as reality was about to get. Scully reached up and keeping her gaze directly on Mulder's face, pushed her fingers into the fly of his pants, touching around, feeling for the zipper pull. She could feel the solid evidence of his arousal under her fingertips and each time her finger pushed against the hard but yielding bulge, a twinge of pleasure went straight to her clit. It was as if she was touching herself by touching him. It was all she could do not to moan aloud. She found what she was seeking and ever-so-carefully, she pinched the small bit of metal between two sweaty little fingers and pulled downward. She felt the zipper press hard against Mulder's dick at one point on its way down and his hips twitched just a little. She willed herself not to just reach in and grab that gorgeous piece of meat with her hand and shove it into her mouth. She let out a shaky breath, and when she was convinced he wasn't waking up, felt around the top of the zipper for the button to his slacks. She found it and quickly flicked it open with her skilled fingers and watched the bulge of his penis pressing against the thin white cotton of his knit boxer shorts. Oooohhh that was nice. Watching his dick move with his breathing, brushing ever so subtly against that soft white fabric. She licked her lips and found herself salivating. She pressed her thighs together, rubbing her lower lips against each other hard in an attempt to quench the growing heat and need. She wanted sooo badly to touch herself, but she needed both hands to get this job done. She did let her nipples brush against the fabric of his pants and she closed her eyes and sighed at the sensation of it. She opened her eyes and peered closely between the open folds of Mulder's fly. She could make out the flap opening of his shorts just to the side of the bulge. She reached up very gently and slipped a fingertip into that fold, pushing the pieces of cotton apart from one another so she could make skin to skin contact with Mulder's cock. As she gently pried apart the two pieces of fabric, she caught site of the dark pink flesh imprisoned within and found herself licking her lips and breathing shallowly. There it was. Just waiting. Hard and ready and all for her. This was going to be the tricky part. She took two deep breaths, never taking her eyes off the delicious pink flesh, then deftly reached inside the opening, wrapped her fingers around her target, pulled it through the hole, and lowered her mouth over it all in one second. MMmmmmmm! ............. Mulder became fully awake with a jolt. He blinked his eyes as he tried to figure out why the intense sexual activities of his dream seemed to still be producing the incredible feelings of pleasure between his legs. He finally looked down to see the impossibly frightening, thrilling and awe- inspiring site of a head of red hair pressed firmly against his abdomen, hands holding his hips in a vice-like grip as a too-hot- to-comprehend little mouth sucked him deep inside hungrily. "Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Oh Gah... What...Scuh...." He threw his head back, overwhelmed with the sensation of THAT mouth sucking HIS dick with THAT much hunger and abandon. It was too much...the sensation seemed to pull a line straight through his dick, up through his gut, through his heart and exploding into his brain. He reached down but didn't touch her, holding his hands splayed out on either side of her bobbing head, unable to form any thoughts as to what he should do. His hips bucked up involuntarily in the chair, pushing his penis even more deeply into her mouth, her throat. He was afraid he was choking her but he couldn't help himself and she didn't seem to be bothered as her tongue swirled around his shaft and the head of him bumped against the back of her throat. "God! Ah! Uh! Uh! Uh!" was all he could manage to say as his eyes opened and closed in ecstasy, staring down at Scully giving his dick the best oral treatment of his entire life. ......... Scully deep throated Mulder, keeping the friction and pressure at a high intensity, lest he decide to push her away. She wanted to make him totally helpless against her oral onslaught, and as she heard his utter failure to form coherent words, the corners of her mouth moved in a smile. The sounds he was making were totally animal...totally out of control and each one was like an electric charge straight to her pussy. She felt it throbbing and convulsing with its own need and she finally removed one hand from Mulder's hip, sure he wasn't going anywhere now, and began to touch herself to relieve the pressure. She moaned as her fingertips pressed her clit, and felt Mulder jump at the vibrating sensation in her throat. She knew that if she just pressed herself a few more times, listening to Mulder's animal sounds of pleasure, that she was going to come, right here, on her knees, with him in her mouth. But that wasn't what she wanted. Abruptly, she pulled her face off Mulder's groin and shook the hair out of her sweaty face. Mulder's eyes flew open at the removal of this source of insane pleasure and he stared into her eyes with a wild look of desperation. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and JERKED hard, trying to pull them off without his help. Helpless now in the grip of his own lust, he raised his hips completely off the chair and she yanked off his pants and shorts roughly, scratching his legs deliciously in the process. She pulled off his shoes violently, freeing his legs completely from his pants, and leaving him naked from the waist down. His legs spread wide, He leaned back weakly into the hotel room chair. She could see his legs were shaking and covered with sweat and she ran her eyes up and down the length of his body for three seconds before leaning in suddenly and grabbing the shirt he was wearing and ripping it open as she climbed into his lap, threading her legs through the openings under the chair's armrests on either side. She felt his hardness pressing against her soaking, thrumming opening for just a moment as she held herself over him, eyes closed. She thought she could feel herself dripping on her partner's twitching cock. Then she opened her eyes, and locking her gaze with Mulder's, she lowered herself completely over him, crying out in tandem with him as she felt him stretch her flesh and fill her in every way she had ever needed. Ahhhhhhhh ......... As Scully's body enveloped him, he stared deeply into her eyes and yelled with the pure force of the pleasure as he heard Scully scream at the same time, eyes locked with his. He felt the soft, tight HEAT of her, sucking him deeply up into her body and he felt like he was EXACTLY where he wanted to be more than anywhere in this entire world. He wrapped his arms around the small, soft body in front of him and pulled Scully's body hard up against his own, her head fitting beautifully into the space below his chin, her breasts squashed up against his chest, but this time with no barrier of cloth between them. He felt her heartbeat playing in wild tempo with his own and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of back, pressing her even more tightly against him, as if he could merge his body with hers from top to bottom, not just at their sexes. GOD. This was SCULLY...Scully impaled on him...Scully sweaty and moaning against his chest...Scully's hands raking up and down his back, leaving wonderful scratches and trails of fire and pleasure and pain. She wasn't moving yet and he was grateful, because he felt that if she did move, he would come right now, and he wanted it to last just a little longer. Just a little bit more. More than anything, he first wanted to see her come...OH how he wanted to see her come. He wanted to see that usually TOTALLY in control, rational, skeptical face of hers contort and twist and melt with the abandon of an intense orgasm that HE, Fox Mulder, was responsible for. He wanted to make her come more than he needed to come himself...and he needed to come very, VERY badly. He felt her start to rock backward with her hips, sliding her way off his penis a little, and he pushed down on her ass with his hands, holding her still for just a moment longer so he could control himself. He felt his cock twitch inside her and willed himself NOT to climax. When he felt that he wasn't going to start convulsing with her next move, he eased his hands away from her ass and let her rock back. Her breasts peeled away from his chest with a wet sound and he slid his hands up her body and covered her breasts with his shaking, sweaty hands. OH GOD they were so SOFT and yet firm and just exactly the right size to be fully covered by his hands and the FEELING of her softness in the hardness of his hands made him throw back his head and bite his lower lip with the effort of not coming once again. He tried to think of something other than the fact that Scully was fucking him and scratching up his back and licking his neck...blank paper...cell phones...rental cars...hotel rooms...naked partners...oops...hotel rooms...bathrooms...jerking off...this wasn't working. He knew he couldn't last much longer, and from the way Scully was grinding against him and groaning and almost crying, he assessed that she was close as well. He took her nipples between his fingers and rolled them in time with her pelvic grinding and heard her scream his name in a guttural, totally animal way and he held back his own climax with sheer force of will as he watched her lose control. He thought had never seen such a beautiful site. ......... Scully felt Mulder's fingers pinch her nipples as her clit ground against his pubic bone and she felt his cock ram against the opening of her womb and she suddenly felt like her whole body was flying apart...Jolts of pure pleasure slammed through her body over and over and over and over as she rode Mulder's hips and opened her mouth to let out the most animal sound she could ever remember hearing in her entire life. "AHHHHHHHHHH GOD GOD GOD MULDER MULDER MUHHHHHLDERRRR! MUUUHHHHH!" Her body thrashed against his as the waves subsided and she felt his body begin to jump and buck beneath her. "UHHHHHHHH GOD! UHHHHHHHHHHHH! SCUHHHHH SCUHHHHLLLLLL" Mulder jerked under her body, thrusting himself more deeply up into her and sinking his fingers deeply into the tender flesh of her breasts, squeezing them hard and spasming with bucks and cries, sliding around on the hotel room chair. His cries became gasps as he came down, finally stilling his thrusting hips and relaxing his grip on her breasts. They both sat, entangled in one another, breathing in rasps and gasps, the sweat starting to tickle as it trickled down their bodies. Finally, Mulder wrapped his slippery arms around Scully and she turned her head up to look at his face. His eyes were drifting opened and closed and there were droplets of sweat on his eyelashes and above his upper lip. She looked up into his face, feeling like she never wanted to look at anything else ever again. Mulder gradually became aware that Scully was looking up at him from his lap and he licked his lower lip, seeing the glistening sweat on her nose, cheeks and chin. His hands slid up her wet body and he took her face in both his hands. Her face was small in his big hands, and she felt like a fragile, precious doll. He gazed deeply into her eyes and she looked directly back and it was as if their very souls embraced one another. He lowered his mouth to hers and felt her soft perfect lips yield immediately to his kiss, as he breathed and felt her own hot breath. Their mouths sealed and their tongues finally met in a way that almost seemed more intimate than what their bodies had just done. He slowly let his tongue swirl around hers, stroking the underside, licking the sides and he felt her lick and suck his lower lip, that small tongue working its way around his mouth, pressing against his teeth and twisting around his own tongue in an amazing oral embrace. .......... Scully felt that luscious mouth close on hers and she sucked at that impossibly sexy plump lower lip of his. Her tongue wanted to taste every little bit of him and she felt his own tongue sliding like velvet over every inch of her mouth. She felt like she could just drink in his kisses forever. ......... He finally pulled his mouth from hers, feeling the lack of her immediately. He looked at her face, taking in the amazing site of a totally spent, sweaty and pleasured Scully, and sighed softly. "Scully...I...I want you to know..." Scully smiled up at him and he thought he would cry from the joy that flooded his heart. "Mulder...I love you, you know." "I love you too." He could barely get the words out for the emotion they contained. Then he did feel one small tear tickle the corner of his eye and he blinked it away. Scully's eyes shone with unshed tears as she smiled up into his face for another moment, then she laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat and she wrapped her arms around him. ......................... END OK...lay it on me!! bizzzichick@yahoo.com