INTRO: No spoilers whatsoever in the story but if you haven't seen the episode "Never Again" you might want to quit reading this intro. Right now. I know I'm not the only one to notice that Scully didn't exactly go running in terror or anger when Ed Jerse treated her a bit roughly. The following story doesn't contain any real rough stuff, but there is some bondage and domination. It also contains very explicit descriptions of sexual acts between consenting fictional characters. It is most definitely NC-17 so everyone underage and anyone who is offended by such things should bail out now. DISCLAIMER: Only Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and the Fox Network have the right to treat Mulder and Scully in such a fashion, but they refuse to do it so I had to step in. CATEGORY: S, M/S RATING: NC-17 SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully have fun of the physical sort one Friday night. Contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts including bondage and domination. FEEDBACK: Please. Send to glacy1@ix.netcom.com And finally, a HUGE thank you to Shalimar for proofreading this. Any errors that exist are all mine. I messed with it after she last saw it. The lipstick color, Blow-Job Red, was also used in this story with Shalimar's permission. Make Me by Selena Coontz "But they've never stood in the dark with you, love, When you take me in your arms and drive me slowly out of my mind." --Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me Dana Scully walked into her apartment building Friday evening, heels clicking noisily on the hall floor. It had been a long, frustrating week filled with paperwork and dead-end cases. And to top it off it had been nearly two weeks since she and Mulder had made love. She had planned to invite him over that evening, but he had left work early, claiming he had errands to run and had never returned. If he had run off on some wild goose chase again without her.... As she reached her apartment she saw a piece of paper stuck between the door and frame. She bent to pick it up, a small frown of puzzlement on her face turning quickly to a slight smile when she recognized Mulder's scrawl. Come in and shut the door. Take off all of your clothes and put on the things I have laid out for you. Go sit down on the couch where you will find further instructions. A delicious shiver ran through Scully. Mulder was here, and he wanted to play. She quickly entered the apartment and closed the door behind her. It took no time to figure out at least one of Mulder's errands that day must have been to Frederick's of Hollywood. Spread out before her was a beautiful teal green shelf bra with matching garter belt. There were even matching shoes. And sitting with the clothes was a new tube of what had become their favorite lipstick, Blow-Job Red. She removed her clothes and put on the things Mulder had bought for her, her excitement growing with each article. Scully enjoyed the look the shelf bra gave her breasts...pushed up, nipples bare, and the silky sexiness of her stocking-encased legs. Once the shoes were on and fresh lipstick applied, she walked over to a wall mirror to look at herself. Wow. Her hair was slightly mussed from pulling the shell off that she had been wearing, and the color of the bra and garter belt was perfect for her. She was pleased. She smiled to herself. Mulder would be pleased. She walked to the couch and found another note. Sit down and pour yourself a glass of wine. Take a sip, then punch play on the VCR. Scully did as instructed, pouring wine into the long stemmed wine glass. She took a drink, sat back on the couch and pushed "play" on the remote control. A jolt of arousal coursed through her body when she recognized what came onscreen. It was her and Mulder, from a couple of months ago. They had decided to make their own brand of home movies but Scully had never seen the result. Mulder had said he was saving it for a special occasion. She watched in rapt attention as the onscreen Mulder seduced the onscreen Scully. Or was it vice versa? She watched herself writhe as Mulder bit and suckled a nipple, her own nipples swelling and hardening at the memory. Oh God, she wasn't going to be able to stand much of this, the desire to touch herself was almost overwhelming. But she needed to wait for Mulder. She HAD to wait for Mulder. He would kill her if she went on without him. She smiled at the thought of explaining to Mulder how his out-of-sight seduction had worked too well. Scully watched as Mulder turned her over and entered her from behind, his thick cock slowly disappearing into her. She was on her knees, back arched, with her head on the bed and her face toward the camera. She watched her face change as Mulder filled her. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She knew the big difference was that unlike store-bought porno movies, here the passion was real, not choreographed. Her breathing quickened and she brushed her palm against a nipple. "Aah, aah, aah," Mulder admonished from behind her. "That's my job." He circled the couch and came into view. Oh God, thought Scully, he looks good. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black muscle shirt. She had always found a man's arms a terrific turn-on, with their well-defined muscles and thick corded veins. They were so different from a woman's. So masculine. And Mulder had great arms. He knelt in front of her, worming his way between her legs. He then lifted her shoe-encased left heel and placed it on the edge of the coffee table behind him, repeating the procedure with her right foot. He pushed on her knees, spreading her further. Scully could feel the evidence of her arousal trickling from her body. Mulder saw it and cocked his head, questioning, "Do you want something?" he murmured. Not waiting for an answer he bent his head forward and using his tongue as a scoop he collected a pool of the liquid on his tongue. Keeping the edges of his tongue rolled up, he raised his head and showed Scully the evidence of her need. Mulder closed his mouth and swallowed. "Delicious." Scully gasped as another wave of desire rolled over her. He smiled at her, "How about some soup?". "What?" "Some soup. I made you some chicken noodle soup." "Mulder, I don't want to eat right now, well at least not soup," she smiled. "We can eat later...." she whispered as she leaned forward to kiss him. He stood up before she got there, "Nope, you're going to eat now. Can't have you fainting on me." He stepped over her leg and headed to the kitchen. "Don't move." He returned in a minute with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. He stepped over her leg again and regained his position between her legs. "Mulder...." "Shh. I want this to last. I want to keep you on the edge as long as I can. I want you beside yourself with wanting. Besides, you seem to have had a problem with delaying gratification lately. I want you to savor the moment." He grinned at her. Bastard, she thought. He held a spoonful of the liquid to her lips. "Don't take the spoon in your mouth. I want you to suck it off the end of the spoon." Scully did as told. Noodles disappearing through pursed red lips. She saw Mulder's reaction and smiled inwardly. Well, two can play at this game, she decided. The next bite she slowly sucked the noodles into her mouth, then ran her tongue over her lips at an agonizingly leisurely pace. She was rewarded when she heard Mulder's sharp intake of breath. Scully knew her lips were one of her best features, and knew how much Mulder liked to both see, and imagine them wrapped around his cock. She knew why he had picked chicken noodle soup, and realized that what was supposed to be a power game with Mulder the victor, was now affecting him as much as it was her. Mulder suddenly realized it, too, and put the soup down. He stood. "Take off my jeans," he ordered. Scully leaned forward and unbuttoned him, hands running the length of his cock, feeling him straining against the coarse material. She slowly unzipped him, moving carefully. When the zipper was down, she tugged at the waistband of the jeans, pulling them down over his hips. Oh my God! He normally wore boxers, but today he had on a pair of the skimpiest teal green jockey shorts she'd ever seen. She laughed in delight. "We match!" He grinned, pleased that she was pleased. She pulled his jeans the rest of the way off and then Mulder took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She was trapped between him and the couch, but what a delicious trap it was. He pulled her against him and lowered his mouth to hers, claiming her lips with a ferocity that astounded her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, exploring, staking his claim on her, demanding response. And respond she did, sucking on his tongue fiercely, pulling it into her as far as possible. Then alternately, pushing back, insisting on her own exploration of his mouth. Finally, they broke apart, breathless. "Go to the bedroom." Mulder ordered. Scully looked into his eyes for a moment, dark with desire and knew she must look the same way to him. He followed her, hand on the small of her back, walking as they did so often clothed, in public. Scully smiled to herself, thinking what a different picture they now made in the same pose. They reached the bedroom. "Lie down on your back on the bed." Scully did as commanded, luxuriating in the feel and smell of the fresh clean sheets she had put on the bed just this morning, hoping for this eventuality. She could hear Mulder rummaging in their bag of goodies. He slid up on the bed beside her, taking one of her wrists in his hand. He slid a loop of nylon rope over her wrist twice, then brought up her other wrist and did the same to it. When he had both wrists tied together, he tugged on the rope, pulling her arms above her head. He had long ago put an eye-screw into the headboard just for such occasions. He fastened a clasp to both the rope surrounding her wrists and the eye-screw, securing her. "Now I've got you where I want you," he growled. "Yes," Scully whispered, her excitement growing exponentially knowing she was trapped. Mulder turned and pulled something out of a sack, showing it to her. A blindfold! He had never blindfolded her before. She had never *been* blindfolded before. Excitement raced through her. "Ohhh," she moaned. Her eyes met Mulder's, giving him permission. She would let him do anything to her, knowing he would never really hurt her, belittle her, ridicule her. Everything was for their mutual pleasure, and "no" was always respected. He had told her once that her trust was the most precious gift he had ever received. She believed him...and she trusted him. She lifted her head as he placed the blindfold over her eyes, allowing him to secure it in place. Now she was tied up and couldn't see what he was doing. Completely at his mercy. She felt him climb off of the bed. "Spread your legs." She did, keeping her knees straight, her legs flat on the bed. "Wider. Bend your knees." She struggled to comply. Her embarrassment losing the battle to her growing excitement. She was completely exposed. Open. He could see everything. He could do anything and she wouldn't even know it was coming until it happened. Oh God, she thought she had been wet before. She could feel the liquid pouring from her in embarrassing amounts. Mulder was silent. She knew he was looking at her. Knew the power he had over her. But, also knew the power she had over him. He was as turned-on by this as she was, and they relished each other's pleasure. She felt him climb back on the bed between her legs. Still silent, not touching her. Suddenly she felt his tongue on her clit and she jumped in response, moaning loudly. "Ohh Mulder, yes!" The sensation was incredibly intense. Unable to see, unable to touch him, she was completely focused on her own feelings and her body's response to his ministrations. For all of his talk earlier, he didn't seem to be trying to tease her now. He had settled in with a rhythm they both knew would put her over the edge quickly. And in her current state, very quickly. She clutched at the rope binding her wrists, thrusting her hips up and down as she moved inexorably toward climax. Mulder held on and continued his delicious assault. "Oh Mulder!" He felt her stop for just a second as she poised at the brink orgasm. Then as the release swept over her, she bucked and ground herself against Mulder's mouth, helpless to do anything other than respond as biology demanded. It went on and on. Finally, Mulder felt her contractions subsiding and she went limp, completely spent for a moment. Mulder reached up and pulled the blindfold off of her eyes. "Wow. I think you liked that." Scully laughed, "I think you can safely assume that. That was absolutely incredible. Thank you." He smiled back, "My pleasure, ma'am". He undid the clasp holding her wrists above her head and removed the loops of rope from her wrists, rubbing them lightly. In her excitement she had pulled against them so hard they had left marks. He massaged them, returning the feeling to her hands. Scully pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately. Their tongues dueled as Mulder lowered a hand to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple lightly. He was rewarded by her moan of pleasure and felt her begin to rhythmically rock her hips against him. "I want you in me Mulder, and I want you to fuck me hard." They tore off their remaining garments. Mulder raised up slightly, slid his arms down and took hold of her legs, pulling them up. He was poised at her entry, looking into her eyes. He saw her eyes widen with shock and pleasure as he thrust into her, spreading her, filling her completely. He moved her legs up so they rested on his shoulders and he was able to push into her even deeper. He felt himself against her core. He was in as far as he could go. He began to drive into her faster and faster. Scully felt so completely opened to him, so filled, so fucked. With each thrust he rubbed against her clit in the front and his balls hit her ass in the back. She felt the beginning of another orgasm readying to overtake her. Mulder slammed into her, harder and harder. "Yes, yes, yes!" Her eyes widened and Mulder felt her inner muscles begin clenching then releasing his cock as sensation overwhelmed her. That was it. Mulder exploded into her, crying out to both deity and Scully in a mantra of pleasure. Finally, exhausted, Mulder lowered Scully's legs from his shoulders and collapsed on top of her. "Wow." "We keep saying that, don't we?" Scully asked. "It's a small word that doesn't really cover the magnitude of the experience, but it's all I can come up with in my current state," Mulder deadpanned. Scully snickered. Mulder rolled over pulling her with him, snuggling her beside him. "Uh, Mulder?" "Hmmm?" "I'm not quite done." "Oh geez," he groaned. "Silly me. Ol' peter is certainly done, but fortunately for you I'm nothing if not resourceful." "I know. That's why I keep you around." "Women! How can you come and come and come? Sometimes I think I wouldn't mind being a woman, but then I wouldn't have you." "That's right. And I like you just the way you are. Anatomically correct." "I like you just the way you are, too. C'mere," Mulder turned so he could reach her breasts with his lips and one hand, lowering his other hand to her mound. He swirled his tongue over a nipple, sucking it into his mouth while with his hand he pinched and tugged on her other one. Scully settled back, content to have him delight her with his fingers. He rubbed her gently, circling, increasing the pressure and tempo as she responded. His hand and mouth on her nipples sent little shock waves of pleasure straight to her center. She came in no time, bucking eagerly on his hand. Spent, finally, she snuggled back up at Mulder's side, head on his shoulder, arm encasing him. "Now, I think I'm done," she smiled. "Good." They held each other in silence, content. "I love you," Mulder said after a while. "I know. I love you, too." "Soup's getting cold." "Let it. This is better than food." "Yeah, it is." They dozed off finally. Neither had nightmares that night.