Title: Slow Drag
Author: Soodohnimh
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17, MSR
Distribution: Gossamer, Ephemeral, and anywhere else.  Just please ask me
first.
Summary: It's a smut thing.
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Thank you to Dasha and Gwen for beta reading.


Slow Drag


Riding on the morning's memories, her heels clipped faster down his hallway. 
These were not casual footfalls, but the cadence of a woman on a mission. 

After a week apart, they had set a date for Monday evening, dinner at his
place.  Mulder's flight had come in late Sunday evening so there was no time
for a reunion.  Monday would have to do. 

She came in early that morning, wanting to get a jump on the day's work so they
would be able to leave as early as possible.  She had already set the dinner
table at his apartment, the candles ready to be lit.  Not that she expected
them to even make it into the kitchen.  Standing behind the desk, sorting the
files for them to plow through that day, she had found herself humming in happy
expectation. 

The slight smile on her face broadened as she heard him come in and close the
door behind him.  He came around the desk to stand beside her.  

"I missed you."   He brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her ear,
and down her jawline.  "Did you miss me Scully?"

Even though she'd been mentally preparing herself for his return for days, the
reality of his presence left her breathless.  Her answer was on snake's breath.
 

"Yes."

He moved behind her, holding her in his embrace.  One hand around her waist and
the other across her chest, he pushed his hips forward against her back.

"Oh!  Mulder, not here."  She halfheartedly tried to peel his arms off her
body.  

"Yes, Scully, right here."  He began inching up her skirt.  Placing a hand on
her back, he pushed her over the desk.  Drawing his hands down the length of
her spine, he knelt down behind her and raised her skirt, exposing her bottom.

"Excellent choice of hosiery, Scully." he said, tracing the lace tops with his
fingertips.  With his broad palms he caressed the length of her legs down to
her ankles and up again.  Pushing her skirt up higher, his fingers found the
elastic of her panties and began pulling them down.  Knowing this couldn't go
on much longer, she placed her hands over his to quell his efforts. 

"Uh-uh, Scully.  I gotta.  Been too long without you."   He had quickly pushed
her panties down around her ankles, and his fingers were three knuckles deep
and slick into her.  "And I see you feel the same way."  With his fingers
priming her and his nipping and licking at the tender skin where thigh became
buttock, which had become one of his favorite spots, she couldn't think of one
good reason for them to stop.     

Scully felt him withdraw and heard the clinkzip of his pants coming down.  He
leaned over her to whisper in her ear.   He was brushing the tip of his cock up
and down over her sex, teasing her plump inner and outer folds.   Bracing
herself for him, she stretched her arms in front of her to grip the edge of the
desk, as she turned her head toward him to steal a kiss as he pushed his way
inside.

This was fast becoming their favorite position.  Part of it was a dominance
issue.  So often she was the one in control of the relationship, not to say
that it was an unequal love, but perhaps she wasn't as open to the expression
of it.  They both knew Mulder was the more emotionally demonstrative of the
two.  And thus, when he could, he would claim her body physically if he could
not take her mind spiritually.  He enjoyed taking her and she loved being
taken.   It reduced them to male and to female.  To animals, claiming each
other as their own.  

His hands skimmed over the tops of her arms down to her hands, and he
interlaced his fingers with hers.  Using the desk for greater leverage in his
thrusts, he increased his depth into her.  Quick entry and slow, achingly slow
withdrawls, until he stopped altogether buried deep inside her.

Mulder's chin rested atop her shoulder.  She turned to him slightly and his
lips met her ear.   Beginning slowly again with small circular thrusts,  he
whispered to her.
   
"Scully?"

"Mmmm."

"I didn't lock the door.  Anyone could come in and see you like this."

"What? See me like this?"  She turned a bit further towards him, to make him
look at her, to see the truth in his eyes.   "What about you, Mulder?"  But
now, he'd busied himself with the silk of her nape and was out of her range of
sight.

She looked forward again and studied the doorknob.  It was too far to see if it
had been locked and she was torn whether or not to believe him.  He wouldn't be
so stupid as to leave the door unlocked and attempt sex in the office.  But
then again, he just  might be that stupid.  Mulder and foolish risks were well
acquainted.  

Truly, she couldn't complain too much because a very small part of her, the bad
girl she kept hidden, liked the thought of getting caught.  Even if Mulder was
being dishonest with her, the suggestion alone was enough to make her cunt
twitch involuntarily.    

Her body betraying her yet again to him, he must have taken the pulse around
his cock as a green light.  He stretched forward so they were cheek to cheek,
watching the door together as he stopped his circular thrusting and started to
fuck her with true intent.   His motions pushed her mons into the desk.  His
cock slipped in and out of her.  And between these things, she felt the
expanding dissonant chord of orgasm build unbearably between her legs.  And she
came, the resolution prickling from her belly and down her legs from the inside
out.
 
In the whirlpool of her orgasm, she missed his, but he must have finished
because she could feel the evidence sliding down her inner thighs.  He reached
behind him and sat down in the chair.  She turned around and looked at him for
the first time since he had come into the office.  Her eyes locking on him, she
could see several things at once;  his spaniel eyes always gave him away.  

He had lied about the door.  The slight downward slope of his eyebrows showed
his contrition, asking for a bit of forgiveness, but the crinkle around his
eyes cancelled out any true sincerity behind the thought.  He would do it
again, given the chance.  His pupils were dilated, wide open with his sated
lust for her, but mostly, deep, deep in the center of the black, she could see
his adoration for her. 

Still, it was a nasty trick to play.  Even if he had met Little Missy Dirty
Scully a few times before.  How would he like it if someone pushed him over a
desk?  How would he like it if someone fucked with his head while they fucked
his body?

The thought tugged at the corners of her mouth and Mulder mistakenly thought
he'd been forgiven.  Maybe, maybe not, she couldn't decide.   

A cleanup mission to the bathroom was in order, now that she could feel their
wetness inching down her thighs, and she bent down to pick up her panties.  As
she turned to leave, Mulder took them out of her hand.   The gleam had not left
his eyes.

"I want to keep these today."    

He slipped them into his pocket.  The thought of him carrying around her
underclothes all day created a new wave of heat through her body.  Her cheeks
became hot with a thrill of embarrassment and excitement.

"We're still on for tonight?"

She nodded in affirmation.  As she turned the knob and the cylindrical button
popped out, she turned to face him again.  Of course he had locked the door. 
He had tucked himself away and was leaning back in his chair, arms raised with
his hands behind his head, a satisfied smirk on his face.  

She had the sudden urge to knock that smile off his face.  He probably felt
like the king of his world, like he'd just deflowered the last town virgin in
his basement kingdom.  

"I'll be in my office if you need me."

"I always need you."

She smiled.  "So it would seem," she said, as she straightened her skirt a
little more.  "I'll see you."    

*****

Her key slipped in easily and it turned quickly in his lock.   She entered his
apartment riding on a storm cloud, her heels hitting hard upon the floor as she
walked to where he was seated.

She was early.  He was sitting on the couch wearing only a bath towel wrapped
around his hips.  Droplets of water still clung to the ends of his hair.  His
glasses  perched on his nose, he was having a one-sided conversation with Wolf
Blitzer on CNN.  She marched to the television and smacked the off button.  She
moved slowly towards him.

"That was an interesting little game this morning.  What was that all about?"

She stood before him, her hands gripping her hips.  The two top buttons of her
suit jacket were open and it gaped a bit, revealing flesh rather than a cloth
shell.  She was naked underneath her suit.

"Scully, I thought you liked it...I thought you enjoyed..."

She took a quick step forward, leaning over, and pressed a finger to his lips. 
Her jacket opened further with her outstretched hand and he saw her hardened
nipple peeking out at him.  

"I think you've said enough for today.  Speak not." 

Lessening the pressure of her finger on his lips, she lightly traced the lower
one, back and forth.  His tongue snaked out to wet his lips and taste her
finger.  

"I..."

Her stern look stopped his voice.  The emotion drained from her face and her
voice became clipped and clinical.

"Careful Mulder, I won't be as nice to you as you were to me."

Straightening up, she hitched up her skirt just a touch and raised a leg onto
the couch cushons.   She was still wearing her thigh-high nylons from the
morning.

"You like these, don't you Mulder?  Take them off me, Mulder.  They'll look
better wrapped around you."

Wary but willing, he leaned forward and slipped his fingers in between the
elastic and lace and her skin.  She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady
herself as he removed her shoe and pulled the nylon from her foot.  Switching
legs, he began again.  He took his time and stopped at her knee.  Sneaking a
glance upward, he started kissing up her inner thigh.  

"Mulder", she sighed.  As he neared the junction of her legs, she stopped him.

"Don't try to change the subject, Mulder."

She smiled as he obeyed, and finished removing her stockings.  She took her
shoes from the sofa cushions and placed them on the floor, the thick heels
hitting the wood floor with a thud.  Slipping her feet back into them, she came
to stand in front of Mulder and took her stockings from his hands.  

Placing them over her shoulder, she leaned forward and cupped his face between
her palms.  Her fingers were small across his jaw.  She searched his face for
any signs of tension, any apprehension on his part.  Seeing nothing in his
clear expression, she pulled back slightly and brought her right hand down over
his face, closing his eyes.  She kissed each of his eyelids, and tied her
stocking around his head with a loose knot in the back.  She kissed his lips
quickly and chastely before securing the other stocking around his mouth.

*****

He stood in the middle of the room, waiting.  He was naked, except for her
nylons tied around his eyes and mouth.  She placed his unbound hands behind his
head, his fingers interlocked, and her word alone kept them there.  
Anticipation swirled in the air around them.   The clicking of her heels
taunted him in his darkness as she circled him like a shark stalking her prey. 
 The sound stopped in front of him.     

He felt her soft breath on him, stirring the fine hair on his abdomen and
thighs.  Just knowing she was down there, yet not seeing what she was about to
do, made him grow hard.  He reacted as if the power of her gaze alone would
arouse him.  But it wasn't enough.  For either of them. 

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock.  Hands sliding around the
thickness of his thighs, lips protecting him against the sharpness of her
teeth, she closed her mouth around the engorged head only.  His stomach tensed
and his biceps twitched with barely controlled submissiveness.

She sucked hard, her lips sliding back and forth over his length.  On each
backward stroke her lips caught on the ridge between the shaft and head,
teasing him endlessly.  Up his thighs and downward from his buttocks, goose
bumps rose in the wake of her tickling nails.

She felt fingers threading through her hair and she pulled away from him, his
cock slipping from her lips.

"No!  You don't get to touch me yet."

He flushed red and placed his errant hand back behind his head.  His punishment
was her tongue licking fire along his length, avoiding his sensitive head
altogether.  Until finally, she closed her mouth around him once again and
assaulted him slowly with the flat of her tongue back and forth across the
underside of his head.  She pushed him right to the absolute edge of his
control.  She knew his signs, knew that he was seconds away from losing it,
seconds away from pushing himself down her throat. 

Her lips slipped to the very tip of his cock and she released him with a kiss. 
She looked up at him.  His abs, pecs, and biceps twitched from the loss of
sensation and the promise of sensations to come.

"You're so beautiful when you're wanting, Mulder.  Did you know that?"

She rose.  Starting at his navel, with her fingertips barely touching his skin,
she traced invisible patterns along his chest.   Her touch sensitized him
unbearably.  Up and down, she covered every inch of skin with her drawing until
she came to rest on his tight, erect nipples.  She idly tapped at them with the
pad of each index finger.  She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. 
As she did so, her labia slid over one another, her arousal coating her sex. 

"I'm so hot for you, so wet for you." 

With one hand, she dipped her fingers between her legs and brought it up to his
mouth.  Her glistening fingertip slid back and forth over his lower lip before
entering his mouth.  He licked at it the best he can through the nylon binding
him.  Her left hand gripped him by the base of his cock.  She leaned slightly
towards him, her voice low and conspiritorial.

"Do you know what it's like to be fucked?  To be taken?  Claimed?"

As she spoke, she removed her hand from the warm wetness of his mouth and
slowly moved around to stand beside him.  The hand on his cock started to fuck
him in slow strokes.   

"That's what you did to me.  Pushed across your desk.  You were a very bad
boy."

The smack of her hand across his ass sliced through the quiet of the room.  The
sting on his skin propelled him forward, pushing his cock through her fist.  
She did it again, and again he was forced into her grip.  The slight pain,
shock, and pleasure danced in his brain, not knowing where one sense stopped
and the other began. 

"I want to fuck you like you fucked me."

His groan of unknowing but consenting approval was forced up through his throat
and turned into a hiss as her wet fingers reached between his legs toward his
balls.  His world existed of her hands, one on his cock, the other tickling his
balls, and the slight press of her body against his back.  

She sprinkled kisses over the muscled expanse of his back as she pulled her
fingers back towards her, slightly massaging his perineum.  He whimpered and
stepped wider, allowing her fingers to taunt him.  Keeping a tight grip on his
cock with one hand, she glided her fingers between the cheeks of his ass and
slowly worked her middle finger into him.   

He gasped at the invasion but as she started to fuck him with both hands he
relaxed back into her.  She didn't stop him this time as he brought his arms
down to touch her.  One hand over her wrist in front of him, and one hand
behind him on her hip, showed her how much he liked it, how much he wanted and
needed the contact.  Her fist moved back and forth over him.  Her finger moved
in and out of him.  He moved his hips with her, gauging her speed and thrust. 
She possessed him.
 
"Do you like this?  I do, Mulder.  So much.  You may answer."

"Yesss."

She sensed his approaching release, yet again.  But it was not yet time for
him.  She pulled her finger from him and gave his aching cock one last squeeze
before letting him go.  Backing away from him for a moment, she let him feel
her absence.   The metronomic ticking of the wall clock stood out in sharp
relief in the sudden silence of the room.
  
After a long moment, she touched his hand and lead him toward the couch.  She
seated him gently and touched his face to reassure him.  

"Hands at your sides, palms facing down on the couch." she spoke, more gently
than before.
  
The cushions dipped on one side and then the other as she mounted him.  She
turned his cock upward against his stomach.   Hands on his shoulders and thighs
pressing into his hips, she ground herself against him, pressing his cock
between her plump folds.  Never letting him enter her, she rode him like he was
her personal sex toy, as if this were for her pleasure alone.    

"Don't.  You.  Dare.  Come,"  she commanded. 

She moved as if through water, liquid and smooth.  Up and down, up and down.  
Scully leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his, but the gag he was
wearing impeded the kiss.  Instead she settled for nipping at his lips, kissing
one and then the other.  He ground his hips along with her, hoping to gain
entry at her next ascension.   Cheek to cheek, the static of her breath in his
ear became rapid as her strokes upon him became quicker in succession and her
hips swiveled in tighter circles.  

When she began to feel her oncoming orgasm itching at the base of her skull,
she slowed her movement and began to concentrate on slower, more deliberate
strokes, harder and more precise strokes over his cock.  Her fingernails nearly
pierced the skin of his shoulders.  Mulder knew her body, knew she was
approaching her end and in disobedience pulled the nylons from his eyes and
mouth.  

His hands on either side of her head and with their eyes on one another, he
moved in perfect counterpoint to her lead.   Open mouthed and panting, Scully
slowed to almost non-movement.  Her eyes narrowed, as if she were squinting in
the sun, and he felt her contractions against the underside of his cock like
soft kisses.

Mulder leaned forward slightly and captured her mouth, truly kissing her for
the first time since this morning.  No barriers stopping them, their tongues
met and slid wetly across one another.  He released her head and his hands came
to rest on her hips, pulling her forward more tightly against him.  Their
bodies flush against one another, he rocked against her until he came.

She broke their kiss and felt the wetness of his come on the underside of her
breast.  With her finger, she scooped some off of her and brought it to her
mouth, tasting him.  Grabbing his bath towel, she cleaned up their bellies.

"So, Mulder, how does that feel?  Do you like being my sex object?"

"Oh yes," he panted.  "Every time you wear a skirt from now on, I'll be
wondering if you're wearing these."  He rubbed the stocking lying on the couch
cushions beside them between his fingers.  He picked one up and straightened
it, and brought it between them.  He looped it up around one of her wrists and
back around to the other.

"In fact, you've given me a few ideas of my own."  

End.


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