My Disclaimer:  Hi all!  This is just sex.  No X-File & no plot.  The 
only Mulder/Scully bonding is done with bondage, so bail out now  if you
don't like this kind of thing.  I also draw some comparisons  between
religion and oral sex, so if you're sensitive to this, again,  you may not
want to read any further.  I wrote this while bored at  work, in need of a
distraction, and that's all I intended it to be.  I  was greatly inspired
by the pictures in Rolling Stone that are so  beautiful I have yet to read
the article.  :D

EMXC Disclaimer:  Mulder and Scully are the properties of Chris  Carter,
1013 and Fox Broadcasting.  No infringements are intended  and I'm still
not getting paid.  :(   It is intended for EMXC  Distribution only, just
ask me if you want to post it elsewhere.   Karen, though, may post it
wherever she likes.  Oh, and for a rating  ... NC-17, Karen?



Losing Yourself
by Amy Smarkusky (McKenna344@aol.com)

The binds at Scully's wrists were threatening to cut off her 
circulation.  The translucent skin of her delicate flesh felt hot and  her
fingertips felt tingly.  Her hands were securely fastened to the  hard wood
of the bed frame.  Her wrist bone was rubbed raw,  jammed into the rail she
was tied to.  Her arms, fixed over her head,  were stiff and starting to
ache.  Even still, she liked the feel of the  cool silk.

Mulder's silk.

The print from one of his more obnoxious ties screaming at her in  the
dark.

Mulder gave her a soft, fleeting kiss on the lips.  Scully watched 
breathless as he stood over her, taking off his shirt.  A gasp escaped 
her lips as her mind ran fantasies about his chest.  His ribs were 
pronounced as he stretched, tossing his shirt to the bottom of the  bed. 
She wished her hands were free to explore the contours of his  chest, his
now-erect nipples, his light hair disappearing into the  black silk
boxers.  She had received a taste of it in the living room,  but it hadn't
been enough.  She sighed.  The scar she had given him  on his shoulder was
still apparent.  Almost a perfect circle from a  perfect shot.  She had a
sudden desire to run her tongue over the  scar, to feel the tiny bumps and
details of the healed wound.

He walked around the bed.

Prowling.

A hunger filled his eyes as she watched him, nervous about what he  was
going to do to her next.  

It started when she had entered his apartment to find the lighting 
supplied by candles.  His tight jeans and even tighter black shirt had 
immediately sent her mind to the gutter, but she hadn't given him  any
indication he was having that effect on her.  Mulder had  tempted her into
coming over with the promises of a present, which  he handed her as soon as
she removed her coat.  It was a box.   Clothing.  A sweater, maybe, for the
one she ruined on their last  case?

"What is this?" she asked.

"It's for you."  Mulder's voice betrayed any confidence he was  convey. 
He smiled shyly.  "Open it."  

Scully sat on his couch and carefully removed the ribbons, taking 
painstakingly cautious measures not to break them or to rip the  wrapping
paper.  She found the tape on the bottom of the box and  slid a fingernail
to slowly loosen the glue.  Three pieces of tape  fastened the paper along
the bottom and she applied the same  method of removal to all three
pieces.  The ends of the wrapping  paper were also taped --

"Jesus Christ, Scully, open it tonight."

Right.  She ripped open the package and tore off the lid to the box.  
Hidden beneath neatly folded tissue paper was a black negligee,  long,
exquisite.  She was staring at him and her mouth was open,  but she didn't
know what to say.

"For tonight," he offered, "if you want me." 

Scully didn't bolt for the door, she didn't make any excuses.  She  looked
back at the sexy black silk of the negligee in her hands,  examining the
detail of the bodice.  It seemed so removed from  everything she was.  It
wasn't professional, it wasn't conservative  and it sure as hell wasn't
sensible.  Nothing about this situation was  sensible, but when Mulder
suggested that she go into the bathroom  to change she did so without a
second thought.  Without any  thought.  When was the last time she did
something without  thinking of the consequences?  Had she ever? 

Scully returned from the bathroom, wearing the negligee and  having
brushed out her hair.  Her hair had some natural curl in it  which framed
her face beautifully.  Mulder's mouth fell open when  he saw her.  She was
like a goddess.  A red-headed sex-goddess  who could devour him with that
devastating figure.  Her body was  all movement, all heat ... All things
men lose themselves in.
  
Her eyes were still unsure.  They reminded him of her vulnerability.  

He'd fix that.  

Mulder made her walk across the room to him.  Scully stood in  front of
him as he caressed her hair, her shoulders, underneath her  breasts.  He
bent to kiss her, introducing his tongue slowly into her  mouth.  He felt
her inhibitions slip away as she kissed him back ...  The fantasy was
taking hold.  Scully gradually kissed him harder,  pouring into him.  His
hands traveled down the satin to her slim  waist and he held her tightly
by her hip bones which were already  gravitating toward his.  She was
sucking so fervently on his lower  lip that when he pushed her away he
left her wanting, nearly  panting.

He touched her chin and brushed up her graceful cheekbone, gently  cupping
her face.  His voice was husky, sincere.

"Scully ... I want you to make me come."

Scully didn't need to be encouraged.

She was grateful to drop to her knees and busy her anxious hands  with the
task of removing his jeans.  He offered little help, getting  turned on by
her tugging and pulling at him and from the little  frustrated noises she
was making.  She bit her lip when she saw the   first sign of the black
silk boxers he was wearing, and gasped when  she saw the enormous erection
beneath that black silk.  She was  less than gentle as she pulled down the
boxers just below his balls  and hungrily swallowed his large
cock.                

It felt so good inside her, so hard and so delicious.  She gagged at  the
length, but still took it in wholly and enthusiastically down her 
throat.  The pleasure she was receiving from fucking Mulder with  her
mouth was worth any minor discomfort.

The thought ran through her head ... Fucking Mulder with her  mouth.

Pleasuring Mulder.

Worshipping him.

On her knees, her hands raised and pressed hard against his bottom, 
sucking on her shrine. 
 
She sought comfort kneeling in church to pray to God, confessing  all of
her sins.  When she knelt at the alter to take communion from  her priest
she felt whole, as if the wafer and the wine were her only  sustenance. 
She felt accepted and loved, on her knees.  She was  truly at peace.  It
was the same comfort and peace that she felt  kneeling in front of Mulder
now.  Scully relished the position as her  panties took on a new wetness.  

His hands barely touched her head, not guiding her or forcing her  down on
him any harder; they were just a gentle reminder to them  both of the
connection that was building.  She stole a glance up at  him, at the
beautiful man before her.  He was serene, her Mulder.   His eyes shut, he
had every appearance of being an angel.  Gabriel.   He looked like Gabriel
in the candlelight as he received Scully's gift. 
 He stood very still, except for the bucking of his hips and the 
uncontrolled twitching of his thighs.  And his full mouth, pursed  and
stifling grunts as Scully massaged the shaft of his cock with her  tongue.

She groaned deeply, making him shudder.

"Scully," he gasped.  "I'm coming."

His words were meant to be a warning, to give her the chance to  back away
and use those petite hands of hers to complete the task.   As he shot into
her, he didn't expect her to moan loudly and suck  harder and take his cum
with such passion.  

Tears formed behind her eyes as he erupted into her mouth.  His  hot,
sticky cum was an elixir -- if his cock was her wafer, then his  cum was
her wine and she swallowed both greedily.

Mulder screamed through clenched teeth as he came.  Exploding  inside
Scully's welcoming mouth was more than he could bare, but  he remained
inside her until he became too highly sensitized to  receive the gentle
licking his cock was now getting.

Mulder had taken Scully directly to his bedroom when he finished  and it
was also illuminated with candlelight.  He had instructed her  to lie down
with her hands above her head.  She did as she was  told, her eyes never
leaving him as he went to his closet and came  back with one of his
ties.  He knelt above her as he tied her to the  head board.  Scully
didn't question or protest -- she just stared at  the black silk boxers
that Mulder had pulled back up to his waist  after coming.

"It must get tiring being so good all of the time, Scully."  Mulder  slid
down on the bed and propped himself over her body.  He kissed  her again
softly, then his lips traveled down to her breasts, his  tongue lingering
over a nipple.  He let a tiny dollop of saliva slide  from his tongue to
moisten the silk of her negligee.  Her nipple  hardened instantly.  "Do
you want to be bad now, in my arms, for  just a little while?"

Scully could barely speak as his hands explored her body.  "I ... I  want
to..."

"You want to what, Scully?"  His hand pushed up the skirt of the 
negligee.  "You want to leave yourself?  What's this?"

Mulder was disappointed to see that she hadn't removed her panties  in the
bathroom.

"Scully, Scully," he scolded, "we can't have this.  There was a  reason I
didn't buy you matching panties.  Lift up."

Scully allowed Mulder to touch her bottom and remove her  underwear.  His
hand delved into her sweet chamber, methodically  massaging her, searching
for her clitoris.  She tugged at the tie at  her wrists.  Mulder watched
with curiosity and arousal as her  shapely figure writhed at his touch. 
His hard on was pushing at his  boxers.  He had just come more than ever
before, setting a personal  record if not a Guinness' World Record, and
dammit if he wasn't  stiff again.  He guessed that having a gorgeous woman
tied to his  bed and wearing sexy lingerie would have that effect, he was
just  hoping to delay it a little longer. 

Mulder positioned himself on top of her, his boxers meeting her  silky
mound.  He pressed his cock firmly to her entrance.  The thin  material
created the only barrier between their flesh as Mulder  slowly and
torturously began to grind his hips into hers.  The silk  quickly became
damp as Scully's excretions soaked through to him.

Scully wished her hands were free.  She desperately wanted to be  on top,
to tear off his boxers and impale herself on his rock hard  cock.  She
wanted to ride him and pull at his nipples and watch his  face react to
the incredible things she did to his body.  But she was  resigned, at the
moment, not to fight the constraints at her wrists.   She would allow
Mulder to play with her body.

A soft burn was growing between her legs as Mulder rubbed her  harder, his
full erection pressing the silk further into her.  A sweat  had broken out
over his taut body, creating a light sheen on his  rippling skin.

"Mulder ... Mulder ...?"

"Yes, Miss Scully?"

Her words came fast and breathy.

"Please ... Fuck me, Mulder."

"Yes, ma'am."

He was wondering when she was going to ask.

Mulder wiggled out of the silk boxers, his beautiful erection now  poised
at her entrance.  It was a tight fit and he had to inch in  carefully as
her muscles contracted and relaxed.   Once he was fully  entrenched in her
body, they melded together perfectly and Scully  let out a long, throaty
moan.  Scully's legs encircled his bottom so  she could feel the
pulsation, gyration and nuance of every  movement he made.  Mulder rocked
her slowly at first, gently  probing inside the delicate woman beneath
him.  

Scully begged for more.

Scully begged for it harder.

Mulder obliged, not hesitating to scoop up her bottom with his  strong
hands and plunge his cock deep inside her.

The heat from her cunt was sensational and it traveled through  Mulder's
cock, radiating through his body.  He was fast  approaching another orgasm
as his rhythm increased, his fluid  rushing with every thrust.  He tried
not to look at Scully, her eyes  shut and her head thrown back in ecstasy;
her ivory breasts  straining against the black lace and silk.  The head of
his cock  suddenly became acutely aware of those lovely breasts and he 
surged just as Scully let loose and screamed.

Mulder plowed her relentlessly, pushing through as his cum flowed.   The
slickness allowed him to glide through her, penetrating her to  her
core.  Scully's spine melted as her body pulled every last drop of  cum
from him.      

Mulder collapsed on top of her, fervently kissing her neck,  shoulders and
face as she shuddered in a seemingly endless orgasm.  
 
He finally pulled out and Scully stared into his eyes, triumphant.   She
had completely satiated her Gabriel.  Her body had given him  pleasure on
Earth.   
      
Mulder reached to the floor, next to the bed, and produced a glass  of
white wine.  Mmm... she was thirsty and she hoped he had a  glass for her
too.

The glass was for her.

He poured the wine into her cunt, emptying the glass and making  her
shriek.  The wine was room temperature, but it was still cold in  her
stimulated, exposed folds.  Mulder spread her legs, ignoring her  cries
and without saying a word.  He lapped up the wine, cleaning  her inner
thighs.  She didn't stop watching him as he lifted her up  and sucked at
the wine dripping into the crevice of her bottom.  His  tongue delved into
her soft inner walls.  He drank from her well, the  sweet wine made even
sweeter from Scully's cream mixed with his  own.  His lips encompassed her
mound as his tongue found the spot  that would turn her into a pile of
quivering mush.  Scully instantly  thrust her hips to the pressure he
applied.  The wine was warming  in her chamber from Mulder's hot breath
and from her own heat.  It  trickled a hot, wet trail into her every nook
and cranny, leaking  through to her anus and igniting a new fire.  Her
head was spinning  as her second orgasm was upon her.  Scully pulsated
around  Mulder's tongue as he made sure to drink every last drop of her 
wine.

He joined her at the head of the bed, embracing her, putting a  strong leg
to her groin.  Her hips convulsed slightly underneath his  leg, pressing up
against him.  

Mulder kissed her with the wine and her scent fresh on his breath.  

He reached up to unbind her -- God, she had almost forgotten  about the
tie!  She laughed.  How could anyone forget about being  tied up?  Now
that she was free, however, her wrists felt sore and  chafed.  Even in the
near-darkness she could tell they were bright  red.

"Did I hurt you?"  Mulder asked quietly.

She shook her head.  "No.  It's fine," and she added a smile.  It did 
hurt now, truthfully, but she didn't want to consider the odd effect  the
pleasure and pain was having on her.  "Mulder, why did you do  all this?"

He snuggled down next to her.  "Do you really expect me to believe  you're
such a good person all of the time?  You're the *good*  daughter, the
*good* employee, the *good* partner, the *good*  friend.  You just can't
keep that up without going nuts."

"But Mulder, I -- that's who I am.  I like being good.  I like pleasing 
people."

Mulder thought of the blow job she had given him.  Her enthusiasm  pushed
her to the point where she was nearly choking and it didn't  matter to
her.  Scully just wanted to make him feel good.  His  purpose tonight had
been to make *her* feel good, but the  requirement of the blow job had
been a necessity, if he wanted to  proceed with the rest of evening. 
Lately he had treated her like  shit.  He had been detached from her and
he just wanted to show  her somehow that he was not completely insensitive
to her needs.   

"Scully, I'm not saying that being a good person is a bad thing, but  you
have to break out of that mold once in a while.  You have to let  your
other side -- your playful, naughty side -- see the light of day  now and
then.  If you don't, it will keep building up and one day  you'll just
explode.  You are silk.  You are sexy.  That side of you is  there,
Scully, and you can't just ignore it."

Scully pondered his words and actions of tonight.  Except for the  oral
sex, everything he did was to please her, even tying her up so  she
couldn't do anything to him.  Mmm ... she was still really  thirsty, her
mouth was so dry.  The wine had been great where it  ended up, but had
done little to quench her thirst.  She wondered  how Mulder knew all of
this, how he had gained such an insight  into her psyche?  Experience?  Or
was this what they were teaching  kids at Oxford?  He was so serious and
quiet most of the time.   Even his quips often masked his pain.

"What about *your* unscrupulous side, Mulder?  What is your  outlet?"

Mulder grinned.  A shit-eating grin, her father would call it.

"Tying up nice girls and convincing them they're naughty so I can  have my
way with them."  He lunged lecherously for her neck and  Scully burst out
laughing, pushing him off of her. 

"Well," she caught her breath, "maybe some night we can explore  your
naughty side."  Scully curled up around him and rested her  head on his
chest.

Mulder didn't have the same needs that Scully did.  He didn't feel  any
pull to be good -- ever.  She was his partner, his best friend,  and he
wanted to make sure she was taken care of and didn't go  over the deep
end.  Scully always took care of him.  Always.   Mulder folded her in his
arms, holding her tight.  But maybe he had  other needs, just as
important.  Maybe he needed to lay down with  this beautiful, exciting,
intelligent woman and luxuriate in her body  for a few hours.   
 
End.

OK, so I was *really* bored at work.  Eight pages of sex?!?!   Wow! 
Anyway, let me know what you think!  :)

Completed May 19, 1996