TITLE: The Element of Trust (1/2)
by The Jedi Shipper and Adrienne
E-MAIL: jedishipper@yahoo.com, davephile@yahoo.com 
DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, we'd be honored. Just
drop us a line telling where it goes. :-)
SPOILER WARNING: Orison, Ascension
RATING: NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: SR 
KEYWORDS: MSR, BD (bondage/domination) 
SUMMARY: When fear overrides pleasure, can Mulder help
Scully trust him completely? 
DISCLAIMER:  They’re not ours, and neither are those
bondage devices, no, no, not at all.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:  Jedi’s: Wow. It’s my first attempt at
smut… I’m shaking. Well, it’s not like I did much of
it, I left it to Adrienne. She’s MUCH better then a
naive first timer like myself. Be gentle. J BTW the
bondage and domination are light so you S and M fans
best be looking elsewhere for your jollies. ;-)
Adrienne’s: Writing with Jedi was an increasingly
pleasurable experience... ok, I’m making it sound like
we acted this thing out on our own, which we didn’t. 
Really.  And I know she’s got that smut writer in her,
just waiting to emerge.  I’m just working it out
really slow.  Like taffy.  In fact, think I got her to
type the word, “cleft.”
DEDICATIONS: Jedi’s: Of course, to Adrienne, one of
the most amazing authors I’ve ever met and one of the
best friends I could ever have. You know, we can both
write but hell if we can ever think up perfect titles!
And too Fabri who is putting together my webpage. I
love you both like sisters.
Adrienne’s: Of course, to Jedi, ditto on all the stuff
she said, especially that friends part.  I’d also like
to thank Angela W. and Jolene for their continued
support of my fic; it means a lot to me.

*****

They were playing the games that all lovers do,
rolling over and over on her bed, sinking into it,
sinking into each other. Their eager hands seeking
tender spots to tickle as their mouths captured nip
after soft nip of exposed skin. One more turn and he’d
moved the scuffle to the floor, in an attempt to get
away from her agile fingers. There he’d been able to
turn it around, becoming the hunter rather then the
hunted. 

Giggling and trading teases, Mulder finally managed to
overcome his prey. He pinned her neatly to the floor
on her stomach, stilling both her hands in one of his.
"Gotcha now," he taunted, his breath hot against her
ear as he dipped his head for a quick kiss on her
neck. 

Very suddenly, the laughter died on Scully’s lips.
"Mulder, let me up," she said urgently. She began to
squirm under his hold, trying to free her arms. 

"Gotta play by the rules, Scully," Mulder responded,
not catching the urgency in her tone of voice. "What
are you going to do now?" 

"Mulder I mean it, let me up!" It was a desperate cry
as her movements became more frantic. She squirmed
underneath him, lifting her upper body up in a violent
bucking motion that almost sent him flying. The smile
instantly died on Mulder’s lips as he got to his
knees, releasing her. Scully’s shaking limbs didn’t
allow her to stand. Instead she slowly backed away on
her hands and knees until she was up against her
night-stand, breathing hard. 

Mulder was nothing if he wasn’t confused. He crawled
to her without a word, afraid to get too close.
Scully, now sitting with her back against the hard
oak, had pulled her knees up to her chest and had
rested her head on them. He noticed she was shaking,
clutching her hands into fists as if trying to gain
some sort of control over her body. 

"I’m sorry," she said hoarsely. It was the only phrase
she could manage. 

What she couldn’t tell him yet was it had felt just
like * him *. In a heartbeat, her mind had left the
comforts of her now playful bedroom and returned to
her apartment hallway on a night not so many months
ago. To a desperate fight that had ended with her
pinned to the floor on her stomach. 

‘Who does your nails girly-girl?’ Low, gravely, like
fingernails on a chalkboard. His voice echoed through
her memory and she resisted the urge to press her
hands against her ears, to it drown out. All of it. 

Then Mulder’s gentle hand on her shoulder brought her
back to the present. "I’m sorry," she whispered again,
not yet able to look up into his eyes. She took
several shaky breaths, trying to slow her racing
heartbeat. 

Mulder moved away, giving her space, and sat
cross-legged against the bed. His hands, fighting the
urge to stroke her hair, landed heavily in his lap. "I
don’t understand, Scully. Did I hurt you?" he asked
softly, a tinge of fear evident in his voice. 

At this, she did look up at him, her eyes glazed with
unshed tears. "Oh no, Mulder. No, no. Not you. Never
you." 

Still confused, Mulder reached out and gently guided
her body downward so that her head could rest on his
lap. She resisted at first, but soon gave in to the
comforting pressure of his hand against the back of
her neck. "Tell me," he urged, drawing his fingers
through her hair slowly, in hypnotic strokes that
calmed her baited breath. 

Scully sighed softly, her cheek pressed against the
soft warmth of the sweatpants over his thigh.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head gently.
"Mulder, some things are better left unsaid." 

His fingers trailed down her neck, light as feathers.
"Some things. But this seems different." They traveled
back up and over her jaw as she sighed again.
"Something's not right, Scully. People don't have
reactions like that over things better left unsaid." 

She opened her mouth to speak, and instead breathed
deeply several times. "Maybe I just don't like being
held down..." 

"But we used to do it all the--" 

"...anymore." 

Mulder's eyes widened slightly as finally he made the
connection, *the* connection, a surge of guilt washing
over him. "Scully, I..." 

"You don't have to say anything," she whispered,
nudging his torso with the top of her head. "I'm fine.
I'll... I'll get over it, Mulder. It just takes time."

He didn’t say anything. Instead he moved one of his
hands, the one that wasn’t raking through her hair, to
clasp the hand she had curled near his knee. He
squeezed it, waiting patiently for her to continue. 

As he knew she would, she did. "I hate fear Mulder. I
hate being afraid. It makes me feel weak." 

"You aren’t weak Scully," he assured her. 

"I know…but I felt weak. It was the same thing after
my abduction. I couldn’t be in small, dark places
anymore. I hated being alone at night and I couldn’t
go near my windows. He still had that power over me." 

His heart twisted. He felt guilty though he knew, at
that time, there was really nothing he could have done
for her. Still, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. It
was a slight obsession of his, wanting, needing to
help the woman he loved when she was in pain. "You
obviously got over that...how?" 

She sighed, shaking her head before she spoke again.
"I made myself go into dark rooms, I made myself go
near my windows. Little by little, it was easier." 

Neither of them said anything but suddenly, Scully sat
up so that she was facing Mulder. She held both of his
hands in hers. "I hate that even in his grave, he can
make me…afraid, especially with you. Mulder, I’m
sorry." 

"Scully, this isn’t your fault. It’s normal, it’s
natural," he said firmly, wishing he could drive her
doubts away. 

They remained that way for a few seconds, simply
staring at one another. Then Scully scooted beside
him. Wordlessly his arms went around her, tucking her
head under his chin. If it were up to him he’d hold
her like this forever, shielding her from the evils of
the world. 

Mulder had thought her lingering fears of that night
had stilled. He had been with her through all of them
from her guilt, reliving the moment in her nightmares
to the smaller things. For the first month afterward
she would not let him shampoo her hair as he often did
when they shared a shower. Gradually, he’d helped her
deal with all those fears. He would get her through
this one as well.

"We can get back what he took from you Scully," he
whispered, kissing the top of her head. 

"He took control away from me. How do I get that
back?" 

Mulder thought for a minute before he answered. "Maybe
you need to be out of control, give someone else
control…but this time it would be someone you trust." 

"Lose control," Scully repeated, tossing the idea
around in her head. "But how wo--," Scully cut off
when
she realized what the most obvious scenario was. At
the same time the thought hit Mulder and she felt his
body go rigid. 

Squeezing him closer, she watched his expression turn
darker. "I'm sorry," he said simply. "I didn't mean
for it to sound that way." 

Scully realized she had been holding a breath she
didn’t remember taking. She pressed her forehead
against his chest and exhaled, feeling hot air bounce
back at her off of his skin. Breathing out the
nervousness. Letting go of her fear. "No, I..." she
started, taking a deep breath. "It's not out of the
question. Totally. Maybe it would help me." 

Mulder shook his head, tangling a hand through her
hair. "But what if it didn't? What if it just made
things worse?" 

"Then we'll deal with that when it happens," Scully
whispered, looking up into his eyes and seeing his
concern. It was written all over his features. "I
trust you, Mulder. You have to help me, even if it
hurts." 

Closing his eyes, Mulder sighed, his stomach
churning--were they nervous butterflies, or frightened
ones? He was nervous about what he should do, and
afraid that he would hurt her even more. And he hated
the idea of being seen as a perpetrator, even if she
asked him to do it. "I don't know, Scully." 

"Please, Mulder." She was pleading now, desperation
seeping into in her voice. "I don't want to be afraid
of things when I'm with you. Will you help me?" 

She lifted her head and their gazes locked. He could
see that her eyes still shone with unshed tears, he
could see longing there. A longing to be completely
and totally free with him. He considered it. 

Scully had definite issues with control. She hated
being out of it. For her, it must have taken a lot to
ask him to do this. 

"OK," he agreed. If he could show her that he loved
her, let her feel his love rather then the other man's
hate, then it would be worth it. 

A slow smile spread across her face. "Thank you," she
whispered, planting a kiss on his chin.

 ***** 

"Scully, are you all right?" Mulder, standing behind
her with his face buried in the back of her hair, had
broken the ice after minutes of silence. They were
standing by the side of her bed, facing it. Placing
his hands on her hips, he felt her shaking again and
tried to hold her still. He pressed his lips against
the nape of her neck, taking in the faded scent of her
shampoo with an easy breath. 

"I'm ready," she responded, her voice wavering. He
slid his arms around her waist, holding her, wanting
to take her fear away. Maybe if he touched her it
would pass on to him instead. He nudged her hair with
his nose. 

"You need to lay down on your stomach," he whispered,
reluctantly pulling his hands away from her. 

Scully took a sharp breath and pulled her head away.
"I know." 

She wondered why she felt so nervous at this point;
they weren't doing anything out of the norm so far. As
she sat on the edge of the bed, Scully thought back to
how many nights had started this way, before all of
this, with Mulder playfully shoving her onto the cool
sheets. 

Mulder began kissing her neck, her back, her
arms as she tried to let go of the fear. 

Scully whimpered, a soft sound of pleasure as Mulder
nibbled on her earlobe, teasing sensitive spots of her
neck with his teeth as she tipped her head to the
side. He easily pushed her body down onto the bed so
that they were both lying on their sides. They
remained still for a moment--she felt calm spooned up
against his chest with his hand roaming down her side,
slipping under the waist of her pajama bottoms. Scully
slid her hand over his, grabbing it and pulling it
around her body. Mulder used the leverage to roll her
over onto her stomach. His lips did not leave the
tender skin of her neck as he brought her arms gently
behind her. 

And then it all went to Hell. In her mind's eye, she
was reliving not only Donnie Pfaster, but her
abduction by Duane Barry as well. Like Pfaster, he had
overcome her and twisted her arms behind her, the pain
shooting through to her fingers, his dead weight on
her back. Pressing her deeper... deeper... deeper into
the darkness. 

Scully let out a strangled scream as she pushed up,
struggling against Mulder's hands. With another buck
of her body, Mulder got off of her and to the side of
the bed. She scrambled to edge. "I'm sorry. I can't.
I'm sorry," she said, her words running together
frantically, a mantra repeating until he made a move
as if to comfort her. 

"No," Scully said, holding her hand out as if to ward
him away. "I’m sorry Mulder. Please…leave. I’m sorry."

"Scully--," he started, but she cut him off. 

"No, Mulder please. I need to be alone right now," she
said. She was shaking badly and he could see the fear
in her eyes as she held her arms tightly against her
body, biting her lip. He wanted so desperately to
comfort her. "Leave," she repeated, a soft, almost
mournful tone that made Mulder's throat grow thick and
tight. 

He looked at her for a moment, and left. As the door
to her room closed behind him, Mulder considered what
to do. He didn’t want to leave her, knowing how badly
the nightmares had hit her after the whole Pfaster
fiasco. He didn’t know if this would trigger them
again. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes
searching hers and finding nothing but sorrow and
frustration. As the door to her room closed behind
him, Mulder stood alone in the living room.

Carefully, Mulder put his ear against the door. His
heart wrenched as he realized she was crying; not
sobbing, just crying. Softly, perhaps into her pillow.
He felt guilty for listening because he knew she had
kicked him out not wanting to let him see her cry.
Slowly Mulder slid down the length of the door until
he sat on the ground, leaning against it. 'Just until
she sleeps,' he thought, putting his head in his hands
and staring at the darkness inside them. 

*****

The dim light of early morning cast light gray shadows
across the room, and with it, the distant sound of
cars beating the morning rush hour, of garbage trucks
collecting yesterday's leftovers as their monotone
beeps roused Scully to consciousness. 

Releasing her pillow from her iron grip, she was at
first alarmed at his absence from her bed. And then,
realization filtered through her like the sunlight
through the venetian blinds, half-raised on her
bedroom window. 

She shook off twinges of guilt she felt by reassuring
herself that he shouldn't have taken offense to her
actions. He knew how she dealt with things better
alone. He knew that it had nothing to do with anything
he'd done... didn't he? 

Then, she thought wryly to herself, this was Mulder.
He would try to find a way to blame himself if the day
was cloudy when she wanted sun. Silently, Scully
cursed the fact that these men, dead to the world ,
were still alive in her thoughts and not only hurting
her, but Mulder as well. 

In ways, she wished her memories could be taken out
with the garbage. 

Scully stood up, stretching and yawning at the side of
her bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror
and sighed; her eyes were puffy, her hair a disheveled
mess that she could hardly run her fingers through.
She felt about as bad as she looked, her muscles sore
from being curled up so tightly, and the dark feelings
still lingering in her chest. 

She walked toward the door to her living room and
opened it. Seconds passed before she sensed something
in front of her and jumped involuntarily, looking down
to see a dark form curled up by her feet. 

She felt a smile spread across her face as she sighed,
crouching down on her knees next to him and stroking
the back of his head. He spent the night here, she
thought, protecting me. Even after I tried to kick him
out. She ran her hand across the morning stubble that
had appeared on his face. Why had she expected
anything different? 

She watched him for several seconds more. He looked so
innocent when he slept, the burdens he carried
invisible on his handsome face. His lips formed an
attractive pout, moving as breath passed over them.
Her very own guardian angel, she mused, and a damn
sexy one at that. 

Her hand moved to his neck, sliding over it and down
his back. "Mulder," she whispered, rubbing his side
gently. "Mulder... wake up." 

Mulder, his face angelic in post-slumber, turned to
her with a small sigh. His eyes were still closed as
he groaned, stretching out for the first time in hours
and finding his muscles stiff. "Morning, Sunshine."
The reply was automatic, she knew, a trained response
from waking up with her so many mornings before. It
was the only nickname he had for her, the only one she
ever wanted. 

Scully smiled again, pushing back strands of hair from
his forehead with a firm stroke of her hand. "Hi." 

He breathed in deeply, feeling the soothing tug of her
fingers in his hair. That breath brought with it the
memories of the night before, specifically: why he was
curled up on the floor outside her bedroom. "Sleep?" 

"Some," she responded, her hand drifting down his
cheek. "Mulder, I'm sorry about last night. I
shouldn't have made you leave." 

He parted his lips and licked them, making a soft
sound before he spoke. "Nah, Scully. It's fine. I know
how you were feeling... I just wanted you to feel safe
with me right here." 

"I did," she said, running her fingers over his jaw.
"But not as safe as I would with you sleeping beside
me." 

He smiled, still half-asleep. "I missed you last
night," he admitted, his voice sounding vulnerable,
almost little boy-ish. 

Scully leaned over to kiss his forehead, leaving her
lips there. "Come to bed with me now," she whispered.
"It's early yet. Come hold me." 

Mulder picked himself up and opened his eyes for the
first time that morning. She stood, pulling him up
with her hand and leading him to the bed. He lay down,
stretching out as she lay beside him. Sliding her hand
across his stomach, she nuzzled in the crook of his
shoulder and kissed the tender skin there. 

"I love you Scully," he said into the silence of the
room, twining his fingers into hers. 

"I know you do," she said into his shoulder. "I love
you too." 

As she said the words she felt her chest tighten.
Scully knew that she had hurt him last night, pushing
him away, and still he had stayed to protect her. No,
she could not allow this to continue. She would beat
this, as much for him as for her. He deserved that
much. 

"I love you," she repeated, the words coming as more
of a promise now. She knew he couldn’t hear them. He’d
fallen back to sleep wrapped safely in her arms. 

***** 

"I was thinking," Mulder said, much later that
day, again guiding her down onto his lap. Scully
didn’t resist at all this time, finding that the
position was rather comforting. "Maybe we’re doing it
wrong. It’s the loss of control you have issues with.
That doesn’t necessarily mean we have to play out the
exact scenario." 

Scully was silent for a moment. "Then what do you
suggest?" she asked, turning her body so that she was
looking up at him. 

He chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. "I know that
you trust me with your life, and your heart," he said,
running a hand along her cheek. "I want you to play
the ultimate game of trust. Something... someplace
completely unfamiliar." At that point he brought his
other hand out from where he had been hiding
something. "And you have to trust that I won’t lead
you anywhere unsafe." 

Scully looked at the item in his hand, surprised. She
took the object and ran it through her fingers. It was
of a silky material, soft. It was a blindfold. 

"Of course, this is only if you want it," Mulder
continued, watching her as she let it slip through her
fingers. "The only control you’d have in the situation
is to tell me if you want to stop. You know I’d never
make you do anything you don’t want to do." 

"It's important." Scully gripped the fabric in her
hands until her knuckles turned white. "I trust you.
Completely." 

Mulder put his hand on one of hers, working his
fingers against it until she relaxed. He tipped her
face up to look into her eyes. "I won't hurt you. In
fact," he added with an arch of his eyebrows, "you may
actually enjoy it." 

She heard the new huskiness of his voice--it always
got that way when he was turned on. "Let me pack my
things," she responded at last, standing up and
stretching her arms outward. 

"No," Mulder answered, standing up beside her and
taking her hand. "You come to the living room, and sit
down on the couch. I'll get everything ready." 

She followed him, noticing his slower stride so that
she could stay with him. Plopping down on the couch,
she held back a smile as he got on his knees in front
of her, running a few fingers through the hair framing
her right ear. She turned her head to kiss them and
didn't notice that he was pulling the blindfold away
from her until it was too late. "You have to put this
on," he said softly. "It starts now. I'll get your
things. That's my job--yours is to listen to me, and
do what I say." 

She nodded, one corner of her mouth lifting to feign
an uncomfortable smile. He then put the fabric over
her eyes. The silkiness of it tickled her nose and her
cheeks as he placed it, leaning over her to carefully
tug it into a tight double knot behind her head. "Can
you see anything?" he asked, his breath on her cheek
making her flinch. Her face tensed and relaxed as he
held his lips close to hers, watching them part as she
sensed his warmth. 

"No," she whispered, feeling her breath hit his lips
and bounce back hot. She pressed forward and met them,
capturing his upper lip and kissing it softly. Mulder
pulled away, leaving her lips moving in mid-air. 

"I'll be right back," he said, getting up and running
his fingers across her face. She turned with them
until she felt them no longer. Then, sighing, she fell
back against the cushions of the couch, crossing her
arms over her torso. 

She listened to the sounds of him moving around in the
bedroom, wondering about the new feel of the
deprivation of her sight. Even in the few minutes
she'd been blind, Scully's other senses were suddenly
heightened. Her legs seemed to feel the nearness of
the coffee table, her ears picked up tiny creaks and
noises; she even thought she could smell the remains
of steak dinner from her neighbor's apartment. 

Scully had been so busy becoming used to the sensation
of her newfound awareness that she hadn't noticed how
much time had passed. Mulder was suddenly in the room
again, though she didn't know it until his voice
sounded close to her ear, making her jump visibly. 

"Ready to go?" he asked. 

She nodded, feeling her heart begin to speed. Mulder
grabbed her shoulder, guiding her up off the couch. As
she stood he let his hand trace down the length of her
arm and clasped her hand in his so that they held each
other at arms length over the sofa. He walked her
forward until it no longer created a barrier between
them, then he pulled her close, sliding his arm around
her waist. Together, his arms never leaving hers, they
walked out the door to his car.

*****

 She heard a click and then a door open. Mulder lead
her into a room, shutting the door behind them. She
could tell immediately that she had never been to
wherever it was he had taken her, most likely a hotel
room. If it was, it was a rather large one as he had
lead her quite a ways away from the door. He helped
her shrug her coat from her shoulders and she could
hear it fly and land on the floor. 

Suddenly his constant presence was gone, leaving her
alone in a depth-less dark sea. It was overwhelming at
first. Unlike her apartment, this place was completely
foreign to her. She had no idea what was right in
front of her or behind her, so much that she was
almost frozen in place. 

"Mulder?" she asked into the room, her voice sounding
small and frightened even to her. 

"It’s all right," he said, his voice nearby. "I was
just turning on a light." Then he was beside her
again, his hands on either side of her body. He drew
her up against him for a moment, letting her feel the
reassurance of his chest against her back. 

Without warning he lifted her into his arms. Scully
gasped in surprise letting his name slip from her lips
before her arms found his neck and held on. He dipped
his head and found her lips, letting them linger on
her mouth as he carried her the short distance to bed,
placing her down carefully. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

"More than," she assured him, her voice barely above a
whisper. Somehow she found his cheek and kissed it. 

She felt his hands on her then, working the buttons of
her shirt one by one. Scully sucked in a breath of
anticipation as he unbuttoned the top button. She felt
his finger trace the edge of the green lace bra she
was wearing, sending delightful chills down her spine.
He traced the strap until he reached her shoulder.
Pulling her shirt sleeve down, he exposed the cooling
skin beneath it. He pushed it completely off, planting
kisses on her shoulder while his hand moved to repeat
the action on her other side. Finally, the shirt fell
away from her completely, dropping to a pile on the
floor that she resisted the urge to pick up. 

Her hands moved automatically to twist around him but
he gently replaced them at her side. "Relax," Mulder
murmured, his voice vibrating against her neck. 

He trailed his fingers lightly over her sides before
reaching behind her and finding the clasps of her bra.
Slowly, teasing, he undid them and let each strap fall
away from her. Scully kicked her shoes off as he
pushed her down on the bed, lying next to her and
letting his lips kiss her neck and his fingers caress
her breast, teasing the supple flesh. 

Scully's hands again began roaming his body, hungry to
feel him. Again he caught her hands in his. "I told
you to relax," he admonished gently. 

"I want to touch you," she said plaintively. 

"Not tonight," Mulder replied, reaching for something.
Scully strained, trying to discern what it was with
her ears since she could not see. Then his hands were
back. He drew a soft, felt material across her bare
stomach and over her hands. "Remember," he said,
leaning down next to her ear. "I love you... I'm not
going to hurt you." 

With that, he drew first one hand and then the other
over her head, repeating in a whisper over and over
again that he loved her. Scully realized that he was
trying to keep her here with him, in this room, trying
to drive away the bad memories that may be brought on
by his next actions by replacing them with new, more
pleasant ones. 

Mulder tied one end of the strip of cloth around her
right wrist. He tied it tightly but not painfully so,
then he left a short length of it loose and attached
the other end to the rail in the middle of the
headboard. He repeated the process with her other hand
before letting his hands trail back to her chest. 

He could feel her racing heart beneath his fingertips.
Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing erratic.
She had started to quiver, ever so softly, almost
undetectably. 

"Scully, are you all right? Are you with me?" he
asked, cupping her cheek in his hand. 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," she said after what seemed like
a lifetime of silence. "I'm okay." 

His fingers slid lightly over her breast, twirling
gentle circles around her nipple to slow her
breathing. It hardened to his touch and he moved to
the other, watching her body and her face and taking
in each reaction. Feather-light caresses over the
delicate skin under her breasts, to the sides of them,
and up the inside of her arm made her shiver. 

"You feel so good," Mulder whispered against her ear,
his body warm at her side. His fingers traveled back
down her arm and stroked her side. She tilted her head
back, sighing softly as his mouth captured the
sensitive peak of her nipple, his rough tongue and
teeth teasing it to the point of sending seemingly
electric pulses through her. She moaned softly, and he
glanced up at her through strand of his hair to see
her tongue flick out over her lips. "You look so
erotic, Scully... tied up for me," he murmured against
her taught skin, "I get to feel your heat, taste you
everywhere, and you can't do a thing." 

Her breathing shallow, she nodded quickly, moving her
legs together and feeling the damp warmth between
them. 

"I do what I want," he said, kissing between her
breasts and giving the spot a long lap with his
tongue. "I like it that way." He began a trail of soft
sucks up her chest to the front of her neck, against
the straining tendon on the left side of the hollow as
she turned her head the other way. He ran the tip of
his tongue up it, to her ear, capturing it with a tug
of his teeth. Her hips were moving now, rhythmic,
something she didn't even notice she was doing. "Do
you like it?" 

Hot breath filled her ear and she moaned again, a
tingle ricocheting up and down her body. Nodding
again, she tried to speak but nothing came out. 

Her inability to see, to predict where his next
delicious attack would come from, coupled with her
inability to move to aid him, left Scully unable to do
anything but feel everything with a fiery intensity
she had never experienced before. She was beyond words
at that point, a long, sweet moan passing her lips as
he continued to tease each of her hardened nipples in
turn. 

"Mulder, what  are you doing to me," she managed to
gasp. She thought she heard him chuckle, as if to say
‘you ain’t seen nothing yet.’

True to his unspoken word, Mulder’s hands, before
concentrating on running up and down her sides, now
traipsed their way to her stomach and under the waist
band of her pants. He undid the single button and
pulled the zipper down. He drew his fingers in lazy
circles, teasing her through her panties.

"Mulder…" she breathed, lifting her hips unconsciously
to meet his hand. He held her legs down on the bed.

"I don’t want to have to tie your legs down too,
Scully. Be good."

‘Bastard,’ she thought, though she didn’t voice it.
Instead, she let out a sigh of pleasure as Mulder
continued the tease letting his fingers slip under the
silk material of her panties. "You’re so wet," he
growled.

Again she could only moan, trying to keep her hips
from moving, wanting to please him.

Mulder pulled her pants down to her knees, lifting
first one leg, then the other to pull them off of her.
Then he grinned, getting an idea. He kneeled on the
edge of the bed, picking up her right foot. 

She didn’t see it coming.

"Mulder, no!" Scully gasped, desperately trying to
hold back the giggled that threatened to bubble over.
Mulder was mercilessly tickling the bottom of her
foot. Scully kicked, trying to free her foot from his
dancing fingers. He held fast, laughing as he watched
her struggle.

Finally laughter racked her body silent, though she
still
squirmed against his hand.

The sight of her then, nude save for her panties,
bound and blindfolded, face flushed and chest heaving
with giggles was too much for Mulder. His erection
strained painfully within the confines of his jeans.
He backed away from her and off the bed, just looking
at her for a moment. 

Then he began to remove his clothes as quickly but
silently as possible. His actions were rewarded. As he
watched, her breathing slowed though it was far from
calm. She was still hot, hungry for his touch.

"Mulder?" she called into the seemingly empty room. He
continued to watch her squirm for a few seconds more,
enjoying a sight that was his and his alone.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, suddenly appearing
near her ear. 

"Where did you go?" she asked as he straddled her hips
with his knees, keeping his weight off of her by
leaning on the hands he'd placed on either side of her
shoulders. 

"I didn’t go anywhere," he said, claiming her mouth
for a quick kiss. "I was just watching you wiggle."

"Tell me these things next time," she whispered,
feeling his hot breath on her cheek. "I thought you’d
left me."

"That’s against the rules Scully. You’re supposed to
trust me. Trust that I won’t leave you."

"I do. I do. You’re just driving me crazy Mulder," she
said, giving a short laugh. "And you haven’t really
done anything."

‘Gotta try this sensory deprivation thing more often,’
he thought to himself. "How about I do something now?"

 Her body stiffened at his words as he pressed his
lower body against hers in a soft stroke. She felt his
hardness against the silk front of her panties and
over her lower stomach; it was hot against her skin,
seemingly begging an entrance where there was none. He
moaned over her and she felt goosebumps prickle her
arms. She pressed her hips up against him, rubbing
them as much as she could against his hot flesh and
feeling him reciprocate with his own lazy push up
against her.

The urge to spread her legs and feel him against her
skin, the skin that was now burning with desire to be
stroked, was almost overpowering. She whimpered and he
opened his eyes to look at her biting her lip.

"What's wrong, Scully," he whispered, not really a
question. He pushed up against her again and she
breathed in through her nose, releasing through her
mouth against his neck. "Are you hot?" 

She nodded.  “Yeah.”  ‘Good, I can speak again.’

"Good," he said, rolling to the side, feeling a little
frustration at the loss of physical closeness but
deciding it was worth it to tease her just a little
bit more. She whimpered, moving her hips up higher.

"Where did you go," she whined softly, letting her
hips down with a sigh.

 "Don't whine," he said sternly, sliding his hand down
her stomach and under her panties. She gasped as he
curled his fingers around to cup her, feeling the
slickness of her folds and almost whimpering himself.
"You aren't allowed to whine... do you hear me?" 

She nodded with her mouth still open from her gasp,
squeezing her legs together to push his hand harder
against her sensitive skin. He couldn't help but move
his fingers back and forth, letting them slip down to
her opening and back up around her clit in slow,
repetitive strokes. Her hips were moving with him more
now, and he decided not to bother her about it; it
would take away from the enjoyment of it all and he
was enjoying it too much for that.  There was
something
about the feeling of wet silk that was incredibly
erotic. 

He leaned over, kissing her neck and moving his hand
down, tracing the tips of two fingers around her
opening and just inside, teasing her by flicking them
there, back and forth. Scully moaned, scarcely
audible, and so he did it more, moving his flicking
fingertips slowly up to her clit and over it. Not
surprisingly, she became a little louder and he
smiled, taking her earlobe into his mouth and sucking
hungrily. 

"Are you doing okay so far?" he asked, wondering if
she even remembered the reason why they were doing
this in the first place.

 "Uh huh," she breathed back, punctuated by a sharp
gasp at the end as he pressed two fingers against her
clit and rubbed over it gently. 

"Good." The two fingers slid down and entered her,
just barely, nudging into her wetness; she squeezed
her muscles together against them with a sigh, moving
her hips as if to encourage him to move them in and
out. "You're very eager, Scully. I don't know if I
like that." 

Of course, he did, but he wasn't going to tell her. 

"I'm... I'm sorry," she stammered softly, unclenching
her muscles and feeling him push deeper inside her.
She liked to be fingered, hell, she loved it, for
reasons she couldn't explain; God knows she'd had
enough of it during her high school years, but it
still held a certain sensuality that she took pleasure
in feeling. With the strokes of his fingers, in and
out, little waves of heat moved throughout her legs
and abdomen, tingling and burning, desiring more but
knowing that asking him to do anything would be a very
bad thing for her to do when he was in Mulder
domination mode. Very bad, because then she might not
get what she wanted; it was her way of dominating him,
even in this situation. 

She was surprised at the intense sensations she was
feeling as he began moving his fingers a little
faster, barely able to keep a straight thought. She
was without fear at all; perhaps it was the fact that
she finally could trust him with everything, and that
he was willing to do anything for her. She’d put her
body and desires, her trust in the hands of one man.
The love and complete faith that she felt for him was
overwhelming.  His constant admonitions reminded her
that she was indeed in a room with him, and only him. 

He pulled his fingers out, feeling that she was
distant from him. She moaned at the loss, shifting her
hips impatiently. "Are you paying attention, Scully?"
His face was still next to hers, and she was jolted
from her thoughts with a few nods and a little hum in
the back of her throat. "I don't believe you," he
replied, his voice low, his mouth pressed against her
ear. 

"I am," she whispered, "I am." She felt a tinge of
fear race through her heart; not the bad kind, but the
good kind, a dose of sexual adrenaline that traveled
through her blood, heating it more, making her stir
crazy. 

His hand slid over her stomach and up to a breast,
cupping it and running his fingers over it as his
tongue made slow work of the curves of her ear again.
"What do you want me to do now?" he asked, kissing the
soft skin below her ear. "I'm going to let you tell me
what to do, so you'd better do it." 

Scully's heart leapt into her throat; she was never
good at this sort of thing, but tonight seemed
different. He wanted direction; she was going to give
it to him.

"Hmmm," she murmured softly, biting her lower lip and
releasing it. "Mulder... I want you to go down on me."

"Do what?" 

She laughed softly, feeling tingles as he kissed down
her neck. "Give me... you know." 

Mulder pulled away from her and her breath caught in
her throat. "I don't know." His voice was lower,
almost threatening. "Tell me. Now." 

He watched her shift nervously at the sound of his
voice, feeling his own arousal reach a new level at
her moan of opposition. She knew what he was going to
do. He was going to make her ask, word for dirty word.
He knew what she wanted but had taken even that much
control away from her, that much dependability. "Eat
me out." 

"What?" 

She gritted her teeth and breathed out heavily, making
him smile with a flick of his tongue against her ear.
"Lick my clit, Mulder, put your tongue inside of me...
make me come... is that good?" 

"You tell me," he replied with a nip at her skin
before sliding away from her. Scully felt a hot quiver
down her body and fidgeted, her toes curling against
the sheets, her wrists straining against the cloth
binding her wrists as she heard only his labored
breath, a familiar sound of his excitement. Spreading
her legs a little, she hoped to invite him closer, to
be irresistible to him so that he would not tease her
any longer.

 She felt the bed shifting under his weight down by
her feet and bit her lip to keep from moaning again.
"You know," he said in between feathery kisses on her
calf, "I can smell you from here." 

"Jesus, Mulder," she whispered, feeling an
accompanying twitch of muscle inside her. She could
feel herself getting more wet. Then, she felt him
pulling at her panties, and she lifted her hips to let
him slide them down her shaking legs. 

"Yeah... you know I like that," he said, barely a
whisper as he pulled the panties from her foot. He
slid up the bed and she felt his shoulders against her
legs, smooth and hard. His mouth moved up the inside
of her knee and thigh, kissing and licking and making
her squirm. "You know what else I like, Scully?" 

"No." Her heart was pounding in her ears. And then she
felt it--the rough flat of his tongue against her
inner folds, hard pressed and traveling all the way up
to her clit in a slow, torturous motion. With a flick
of the tip of his tongue, he pulled away. She
whimpered. 

"I like how you taste," he finished, his breath hot
against her wetness. He nibbled on her inner thigh,
the tender skin in the crease of her leg. "And I like
that you're mine... that I get to taste you, I get to
make you moan, I get to make you come... and I get to
fuck you." 

"Maybe," Scully whispered.  She regretted the words
the instant they were out of her mouth. 'Why did I say
that... why did I say that?'

 "What?" he asked, lifting his head and looking up at
her. 'Oh, Scully,' he thought, a grin spreading across
his face. She was reverting back to classic Scully
behaviorisms. Whenever she felt dominated, the need to
rebel was almost primal in her, a natural instinct to
test her bounds. He would have none of it tonight. It
was a good chance to see what she was really made
of... and have them both enjoy it.

 She adjusted her hips and took a deep breath,
suddenly feeling bold again, or at least attempting to
take on that air. "I said maybe. *Maybe* you get to
fuck me."

He chuckled deep in his chest and moved off the bed.
"Mulder," she said, regaining some substance to her
voice. "Where are you going?" 

She heard him rummaging through his bag and chewed on
the side of her cheek, rubbing her heels against the
bed. 'What could he possibly be getting,' she thought,
wondering what the hell he put in his bag as she had
waited on the couch in the living room just hours
earlier. 

The noise stopped and she lifted her head as much as
she could, listening for his next move. She heard him
walk to what she imagined was the end of the bed and
stop. "Mulder?" she asked, the tone wavering slightly.

He looked at her from the end of the bed. It was his
right, he thought, to linger and look as much as he
pleased. He had taken away that much from her but had
lost the physical closeness they shared so many nights
before. They say you never truly see yourself until
you see yourself through your lover’s eyes. He’d lost
the pretty picture of himself she painted every time
he looked in her eyes. So he watched her; she was
beautiful, tied up, completely exposed to him. Well,
not completely.

 But he would take care of that.

"Scully," he began, sliding the two long pieces of
cloth through his hand, "I'm tired of the little games
you're playing. I don't think you remember, Scully,
that I'm the one in charge here. And there's nothing
you can do about it." 

She nodded once, twice, her mind reeling at what would
come next. Until suddenly, she felt his grasp on her
ankle and the soft sliding of cloth around it. 

"What the hell--" 

"Shut up," he ordered, pulling the cloth tight and
tying the other end to the bedpost. One leg down, one
to go. "You talk back too much. I don't appreciate
it." Scully opened her mouth to speak again but
snapped it shut, biting her lips closed. "Until you
can admit who is in control, I'm going to have to tie
you down. Completely. And if you fight it, I'm just
going to tie you tighter." He slid the other piece of
fabric around her ankle, tying it, attaching the other
end in the same fashion as the first.

 He felt a small smile emerge as he admired his
handiwork; Scully, splayed out before him, her chest
moving rapidly up and down with baited breath, the
smell of her excitement meeting his nostrils from over
a foot away.

He walked to the edge of the bed so that he stood
beside her and squatted to whisper in her ear. "I’m
going to make you beg me to fuck you," he said in a
low, seductive voice. 

Scully had to stop herself from gasping. He had
started out so gently, slow and had become very
demanding and rough. The part of her mind that was
still available to think such things wondered if this
had been one of his fantasies. One of the few that
made him blush and one she could never get him to tell
her. He was so good at it. Hell, if he wanted her to
she would beg right then and there, she felt like it.
But Scully was nothing if she wasn’t stubborn. She set
her jaw and waited for his next move. 

 Mulder slid between her legs again, pushing his arms
under her legs, which were loosely pressed to the bed.
She whimpered, settling her hips in an automatic
attempt to move her legs, finding them immobile.

He pressed his tongue against her without speaking,
deep against the flesh inside her cleft. Moaning, she
moved her legs all that she could, which was only a
small amount of rubbing against his arms. 

"I can't... Mulder," she breathed, her heart racing.
It was exciting, but frightening; good, bad, and sexy
all mixed into one. In a single word... it was
intense.
"Mulder, oh... please."

He said nothing, his tongue finding her clit and
rolling lazily over it. She jerked one ankle against
the restraint that held it, and then the other,
lifting her hips up off the bed with a small whimper
of frustration and pleasure. He rubbed her clit more,
concentrating just above it and looking up at her
expression of aroused distress. 

"You love it," he whispered against her flesh, sliding
his tongue down around her opening and letting the tip
circle around the edge, slightly inside, then pushing
it deeper inside her. Rubbing, flicking back and forth
through her wetness, he ground his hips against the
bed, adding to his gratification by stimulating his
already rock-hard erection. 

"Mulder," she cried out softly, half of a whimper.
Scully tensed all of the muscles up in her body until
she could no more; then, relaxing, she let her head
hang back on her shoulders with her mouth half open,
staggered breaths escaping at a fevered pace. She felt
full and warm, memorizing the motions of his tongue in
her and on her, before again pulling at the restraints
with all of her strength like a caged animal desperate
to escape. 

To him it was a beautiful sight, as he watched her
body writhe and felt her tensing against his tongue,
he loved that he could drive her to this. He pulled it
out and concentrated on her clit again, rubbing it up
and down, back and forth, watching as she eventually
lost her energy again. Scully was limp, her arms
suspended over her head, her legs settled back against
his arms, and all he could hear now was her rasping
breath and small moans of pleasure that he knew meant
she was getting close. 

"You've given up," he said, pulling his mouth away and
slipping two fingers inside of her. She whimpered,
feeling the loss of sensation and squeezing her
muscles again. "Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?"

 "Mul... Mulder let me come, pleaseletmecome," she
panted breathlessly, losing bit by bit the edge he had
been bringing to her. He looked up at her, smiling,
and shook his head.

"No, Scully," he answered gently, pulling his fingers
out of her and giving her clit a tedious, long suck.
The sound she emitted was something between a whimper
and a whine. "Not yet." 

Moving up on top of her now, he positioned himself
above her, feeling her heat against his cock and
groaning softly. She groaned back, lifting her hips as
much as she could in response. And then, in one slow
stroke, he pushed himself inside of her. All the way. 

Gasps and pants, whimpers and moans filled the air as
he began to
fuck her, hard thrusts in and slow pulls out with
increasing intensity. She fought against the cloth
strips again, trying to pull her knees up, to wrap her
legs tightly around his hips and draw him in deeper. 

"Untie me, Mulder, oh god, please," she whispered,
even though the sheer eroticism of it was doing an
incredible job at turning her on. Begging was a way to
increase the fiery intensity she was feeling inside,
that place he reached with his cock on a mission to
feel it. 

"No." He gave a solid thrust and she moaned, a rush of
tingles overcoming her. He loved her soft heat against
his hardness, the way she shuddered inside when he
touched her clit, endlessly teasing and stopping, over
and over.

"Are you worked up?" he whispered, and she nodded
emphatically. "Do you think you could come with me
fucking you like this?"

"Yes," Scully whimpered, twisting her hips up against
his body. Her fingers were gripped so tightly on the
cloth that bound her that her knuckles were white
"Please, Mulder, please... please."

Mulder smiled, rubbing her clit with two fingers; she
panted, mouth open. He felt her bearing down with
muscles tight around him and drew out, pushing back in
as hard as he could. He didn’t stop her at the edge
this time, instead pushing her over it, into a
free-fall of spasms that made her body, stretched out
on the bed, go rigid with her loud cry out. 

"OhMulderohYeahoh...Mulder," she moaned with a gasp, a
flood of relief rushing over her body, an unrealistic
hot sensation that made her see colored sparks on the
dark cloth over her eyes.

Her orgasm made it almost unbearable for him not to
come; her writhing and soft moans were enough to send
him there as well. 

They lay there for endless seconds, their duel pants
the only noise in the room. Mulder’s head was pillowed
on her chest, rising and falling with each of her
erratic breathes. He briefly wondered why her arms
were not resting on his back like they usually did or
why she did not guide him to lay beside her planting
small kisses over his jaw as she had so many nights
before. 

Then he realized that she was still bound tightly to
the bed. Mulder forced his eyes open, bringing a hand
to run along her cheek. She tilted her head into the
cupped palm of his hands, still somewhere beyond
words. Slowly, Mulder’s fingers worked the ties that
held her. As each one came loose Scully just let her
arms drop to the bed, motionless. 

Mulder took his time, caressing her face gently.
Finally he slid the blindfold away from her eyes
throwing it somewhere in the direction of their
clothes. Scully squinted and blinked, her eyes no
longer used to
the light, before they focused on him. Tenderly,
Mulder
brushed a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead.

They simply watched each other for a while. Scully’s
parted lips had settled into a small smile as  he
looked down on her with adoration. After a moment
Scully licked her lips, trying to find her voice.

"Hi," she said softly, as if seeing him for the first
time.

"Hi yourself," Mulder replied, laying his head down on
the pillow beside her. He carefully grabbed both
her hands and rubbed the red marks on her wrist
with a cluck of sympathy. He kissed each of her
fingers. ‘Pfaster’s prizes,’ he thought, suddenly
remembering what brought them both there in the first
place.  "How are you?"

She could only smile for a moment as she searched for
the words to sum up the experience. "Mulder… that was
the most exciting, wonderfully frightening, most
erotic thing I have ever done. It was so intense,
Mulder." She kissed his forehead.

Mulder smiled again and brought himself into a sitting
position. He edged down the bed, trailing a finger
down the length of her side, over her calf, down her
legs to where her feed were still tied. He undid those
ties as well, kissing her toes so that she let out a
soft laugh.

As he made his way back up her body, kissing and
nipping softly, she sighed contentedly. "Where are we
Mulder?" she said with a yawn, finally looking around.

"Hotel," he mumbled, claiming her lips for a sweet,
long kiss. It wasn’t just a hotel, it was a suite. A
nice one. They had it for the remainder of the
weekend, he thought with a soft smile.

Scully stretched her body along his feeling the tense
muscles of her arms and legs relaxing, yawning again.
"I love you Mulder," she said simply.

He put his arms around her, kissing her forehead. "I
love you too." They stayed like that for several
silent minutes before Mulder spoke again. "Scully...
do
you think that helped?"

"Hmm?" Scully hummed, his words keeping her from the
edge of sleep. She didn’t open her eyes as she let
out a soft chuckle. "I don’t know, Mulder. But even if
it didn’t, it was a hell of a way to try."

***** 
Some Time Later

They were playing the games that all lovers do,
rolling over and over on her bed, sinking into it,
sinking into each other. Their eager hands seeking
tender spots to tickle as their mouths captured nip
after soft nip of exposed skin. One more turn and he’d
moved the scuffle to the floor, in an attempt to get
away from her agile fingers. There he’d been able to
turn it around, becoming the hunter rather then the
hunted.

Giggling and trading teases, Mulder finally managed
to overcome his prey. He pinned her neatly to the
floor on her stomach, stilling both her hands in one
of his. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and
froze, his breath catching in his throat.

Scully looked over her shoulder, laughter still
playing on her lips. "You got me... what are you going
to do now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

Mulder smiled.

~Fini

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