TITLE: The Balance of Power AUTHOR: adara E-MAIL: adarafox@yahoo.com CATEGORY: MSR. Smut fest. And a wee bit of angst. RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: S, R KEYWORDS: MSR SPOILERS: All Things. Requiem doesn't happen in my twisted little world. SUMMARY: "You nasty little . . ." I break off. Oh god. What am I doing? I'm panting with fear that I almost went too far. But she's talking now. "Say it, Mulder." I look at her in disbelief. Her gorgeous eyes are glassy, pulling me deep into her soul. "Mulder, say it." I can't. ARCHIVE: Sure, just let me know where it goes. I'll submit to Gossamer myself. DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the characters and situations created by Chris Carter, the Fox Network, and Ten Thirteen Productions. No copyright infringements are intended. The following work is for the distribution and entertainment of fanfic readers only. FEEDBACK: Yes, please! But it's my first time, so be gentle, ok? :) NOTES: I'm in awe of the incredibly talented fanfic writers out there. I've been reading and enjoying the stories for a long time, and one day this idea just popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it. DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT SATURDAY - 6:00 pm "Ok, I'll see you at eight, then. So am I. All right. Bye." I put down the phone and smile, as nervous and excited as a teenage girl who's just been asked out by the cutest boy in school. Only I'm a grown woman and the person I'm expecting just happens to be the handsomest, smartest, sexiest man in the FBI. A man with rich, soulful eyes. With a gorgeous head of hair that I ache to run my fingers through. With strong hands that work incredible magic on my skin. And his mouth - I get weak in the knees just thinking about it. That little pout he makes when he wants to get his way, his lower lip so plump and just begging to be kissed and licked and bitten. And the smell of him. A dizzying combination of spice and leather and sunflower seeds and maleness and . . . just him. The person who challenges me, thrills me, respects me, and loves me like no other. Mulder. I love saying his name. There's something about it that's so sensual. I've said it many different ways lately. I've whispered it. Moaned it. Breathed it in a soft, husky voice I hardly recognize as my own. I haven't felt any desire to use his first name during these crazy, delightful weeks of discovery and he hasn't asked me to. Our surnames are something special to us alone, almost sacred, and when he bends to my ear and I hear the little catch in his voice as he says "Scully" I know without a doubt that I belong to this man and he belongs to me. I never thought that I would be the one to change things. Having Daniel reappear in my life was the best thing that could have happened. I opened up to Mulder, sharing my story of the man I once thought I'd spend my life with. And in doing so, I at last admitted to myself that my heart had belonged to someone else these past seven years. To my partner and my best friend, the man who'd go to the ends of the earth for me - literally. Waking up alone on his couch later on, this truth settled inside me and I accepted it calmly, without fear. I walked purposefully to Mulder's bedroom that night and indulged myself in watching him sleep, truly sleep. He looked so peaceful; I almost decided not to wake him. But I was overcome with a rush of need, of want, and I heard myself make love to his name as I spoke it out loud. He was on full alert, assuming something was wrong, but I soothed him, sitting on the edge of his bed. I admit I was worried that he wouldn't want what I was willing to offer, that perhaps he wouldn't feel the same or want to change our relationship. But as I touched the side of his face and told him just how much he meant to me, his chest filled and his eyes grew misty and he grasped my other hand in his - and he spoke the words I never really believed I'd hear, not in a world full of Phoebes and Bambis and Dianas that had convinced me I had no hope. Truth was, Mulder thought of me. Often. For a long time. And not just as his partner. As a woman. As an attractive, desirable woman. And for the first time in I couldn't say how long, I felt like one. Our lips touched and our hands explored, and I learned to my absolute astonishment - and his, for that matter - what it was like to be naked with my partner without a decontamination shower in sight. That first time is something I know I'll hold in my memory forever. When he finally entered me I lost the power of speech. Having Mulder stretch and fill me was shattering to my senses. Even more remarkable was the look on his face - sheer incredulity that we were doing this. That I, the so-called Ice Queen - though thankfully not by him - was now a sexual being writhing in ecstasy beneath him in his bed. It pained me to get up and leave without waking him hours later, but somehow I knew that the next move had to be his. I needed to be sure that things hadn't changed for him in the light of a new day. That he wouldn't wake up and regret what we'd done. Truthfully, I think I also needed a little space myself, to fully absorb what it would mean to actually continue this new kind of relationship with him. For us, for our careers. I didn't have much time to come up with any worries, though - I wasn't home for more than an hour when the phone rang, and our new lives began. Since then, Mulder's spoiled me with dinners and movies and dancing, all done discreetly to avoid any complications with the Bureau. I'm constantly taken aback by his care of me and especially by how much he likes to stay at my place. I've watched him cook in my kitchen, relax on my couch, and get cleaned up in my bathroom many times now, and I can't help but think that Mulder feels at home here. Sure, we'll stay at his place some nights, and there are times when we take a break and sleep apart, but more often than not he wants to come over and I'm very content to leave it that way. Besides, my bed is larger than his, and if the way our sex life is going is any indication, we're going to need all the room we can get. Our sex life. Wow. Mulder and I have a sex life. Together. I still can't process this fact. He was so careful with me at first, treating me as if he thought I was made of glass. I cured him of that soon enough. Me, well, to be honest, with my limited sexual experience I fretted that I wouldn't be able to live up to the expectations of Mulder the porn king. But all I had to do was look into his face and I knew that I had nothing to worry about. Mulder doesn't hide how he feels when he's making love to me. He lets me know without saying a word just how much I'm pleasing him. And every time we're intimate, I give a bit more of myself to him. I open up and give in to the pleasures that my body so desperately craves on a regular basis now. And I marvel that I can finally trust someone enough to do this. It's all because of him. Mulder makes me do things and feel things that I never imagined I would. In fact, the heat has been intensifying recently. I've been feeling a little more adventurous since I learned just how titillating it can be to take control in the bedroom. There's a part of me that really enjoys it when he takes the lead, but more and more I find myself wanting to be the one who reduces him to a quivering pile of goo. I've made it no secret that I like to be on top. Or that I love to go down on him. In fact, I think that's what I enjoy the most - hearing him gasp and moan as he watches me suck his cock. Yes, that's right. These words are in my vocabulary now. Mulder has started to talk dirty to me, and I think it's surprised us both how much I love it. The day Mulder put his head between my legs and murmured how wet my pussy was, I was shocked - and yet I came instantly. He slowly revealed another side to his sexuality. He's such an intense person as it is - it makes sense he'd be that way when he's having sex. The way he speaks to me when he does it, low and throaty - it's so erotic I can't stand it. And I want more. Me. The oh-so-proper Dana Scully. I want to see Mulder like that tonight. I want to make him so crazy for me that he'll say or do anything just to have me. I want to be in control. And I think I know just where to start. ************************** I turn off the car and sit, staring up at her window. I'm home. At least that's how I've come to feel whenever I stay over at Scully's. We've been doing this for only a matter of weeks and it already feels comfortable, secure. My apartment never seemed as lonely before - unless she's there, of course. But I usually prefer coming over here. It's just, well, it's homey. And I kind of like that. I like it a lot, actually. We certainly haven't had many opportunities to live what could be considered normal lives. I guess here, it feels like we're just another couple. Spending our evenings together doing everyday things, like eating and watching TV. Shutting out the world, even if it's just for a short time. Before we yet again find ourselves in one dangerous situation after another. Before I remember all that it's cost us. What it's cost her. What did I ever do to deserve her love? I ask myself that almost every day. We mean so much to each other, and yet I sometimes feel like I'm holding my breath, waiting for her to wise up and walk out. I mean, how much more of this will Scully take? I dragged her into my world of conspiracies and aliens and abductions, and what happened? She lost her sister. Got cancer. Almost died countless times. And I, the bastard that I am, ditched her more times than I can count. That was before I really knew what I had. Before I truly understood what it would cost me if I lost her. I've failed her many times, and yet here she is, waiting for me. As always. My constant. God, I really am a son of a bitch. If I had any brains at all I'd get us both the hell out of here. Far away from everything and anyone even remotely related to the X-Files. Someplace beautiful, maybe by the ocean. Where we could start a new life. Where she could be as happy as she deserves. But I don't even know if that's possible now, or if it ever will be. I doubt there's anywhere in the world we could go where we wouldn't be touched by it someway, somehow. And Scully is just as committed to finding the truth as I am. I don't think either of us can ever truly rest until we see it through. And that scares me. Because I don't want to lose her. I can't. Not now, not when I've tasted a sweet peace I didn't know existed. Not when I know what it's like to kiss her, to touch her, to make her moan. Not now, when I can fall asleep with her beside me and wake up knowing she'll be there. I need her more than I ever needed anyone in my life. She understands me like no one else. And she loves me. In spite of who and what I am. Fox Mulder. A spooky FBI agent with an obsession with extraterrestrials and a taste for porn. Why she decided that I was worthy of her, I'll never know. When she came to my bed that night I thought I was dreaming. She shocked the hell out of me, frankly. But she made it so easy. And how I longed for her. I ached. To finally have permission to stroke her beautiful skin and kiss her soft mouth like I'd always dreamed . . . it was a miracle. And here I am, waiting to do the same thing again. I can already smell her scent, taste her on my lips. I want her so badly tonight. To lose myself in her and forget about all the things I can't give her. Not yet anyway. At least tonight I can give her love. Joy. Release. I never thought I'd see a sight so incredible as Scully when she comes. She was kind of quiet the first few times. But she's really been learning to let herself go. I'm astounded every time I discover something else about her sexuality. I think she surprises herself, sometimes. There's a lust in her, one I think she never quite suspected. And I've been more than content to watch it awaken, struggle with itself, and finally admit its existence. But tonight - tonight I want it to do more than just show itself. I want it to break free. Tonight, I want to see her completely taken over. I want to make her lose control. I know how hard that is for her, even with me. Especially with me. Maybe she thinks it would somehow diminish her in my eyes. That I would no longer regard her as an equal. But that couldn't be more wrong. To see her go wild, lose any inhibitions she might have left, would be incredible. I'm not really sure how to go about it, though. We've already started pushing the envelope but I don't want to go too far. She trusts me and I don't want to do anything to break that trust. But the way she's been in bed lately . . . I wonder if a tiny push might be just what it will take. I wonder what she would think if I went a little caveman on her. Just a little. Hmm. But first - first comes the home cooked meal she's making for me. It just doesn't get any better than this. I wonder if I'll *ever* be worthy of her. I step out of the car and walk towards the building. ************************** That's his knock. Take a deep breath, Dana. Here we go. I open the door and there he is, all dark and handsome. "Hi," he says with that wonderful lopsided grin of his. "Hi, yourself." I step back to let him in and watch him eye my outfit - low-cut sweater, clingy black leggings. He shrugs out of his leather jacket. "You look great tonight, Scully." "Why, thank you." I take his jacket from him. He looks fabulous in his black turtleneck and jeans. "There's some wine in the kitchen. Why don't you pour us some?" "Sure." He strides confidently to the kitchen. I pull his jacket close, inhaling his scent. I'm excited already. This is going to be fun . . . Pasta and salad polished off, wine drunk, we sit on the couch, legs entwined. "Did you have enough to eat, Mulder?" "Are you kidding? I'm stuffed." He stretches and yawns, leaning back with his eyes closed. "Don't tell me you're falling asleep on me." "Hey, pasta and a game of footsie under the table kinda knocks you out, Scully." He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I move closer. "Well, if you pass out on my couch, Mulder, you're going to miss dessert." He perks up. "Dessert?" "Yup. Only there's a catch." He sits up, intrigued. "A catch?" "Uh huh." I lean forward. "You have to find it first." "Oh, a game, huh? Ok, Scully, I'm in." He gets off the couch. "But you know, that seems like a lot of effort. What kind of reward do I get if I find it?" He leers at me, grinning. "You get your dessert, Mulder." "It must be pretty good." "You have no idea. Just one thing, though. It's in two places." "Two?" I nod. "All right, Miss Scully," he says, rubbing his hands together. He heads directly for the kitchen as I lean back into the arm of the couch to enjoy the show. He opens drawers, moves things around, and finally comes back to the living room. "Well, Scully, the only thing in the kitchen that even remotely resembles dessert is this." He holds up a can of whipped cream. "Congratulations, Mulder," I purr. That's one." He blinks. "Really?" "Yep. Give it to me and keep looking. I'll give you a hint. The rest of your dessert is not in the kitchen." "Oh, *thanks* Scully. That's a big help." He goes back to his task. I hear him moving around in the bedroom and bathroom and smile. I won't torture him too much longer. He comes back a bit frustrated. "Hey, Scully, you wanna give a guy another hint, here?" "Sure, Mulder. It's wrapped in something black." He stands there, looking about the living room. "How about we do hot and cold?" "Ok. Although, Scully, I'm really not sure how much more I'll be able to eat right now." "Oh, don't worry, Mulder. You'll be more than able to eat this." He looks at me with anticipation. "Cold," I say. He moves toward the front door. "Colder." Back to the living room. "A little warmer." Over towards the TV. "A little warmer." Away from me, behind the couch. "Colder." He stops, thinks. Steps towards the couch. "Warmer." Another step. "Warmer." He smiles and walks to the front of the couch, kneeling beside me. "Hot," I breathe. "Oooo, Scully." He leans in close . . . and then pretends to look under a couch cushion. "Cold," I snap, and he laughs. Then he sits next to me and reaches out to gently touch my arm. "Very hot." He pauses and eyes my leggings. He touches my thighs with both hands. "Very hot indeed." He eases the leggings down and off my body, exposing my bare legs. My sweater is long enough that he can't see anything else. "Still very hot, Mulder." "But that's all the black you have on." I merely smile, waiting. "Oooh, I get it." He comes closer and touches my sweater. "Ah," I hiss. "Fire hot." "Oh, yeah?" He slowly lifts my sweater and gasps as he spies the first hint of black lace and the snap crotch. I raise my arms so he can pull the sweater over my head and he stares in awe at the black lace teddy I'm wearing. The underwire pushes my breasts up so my nipples are practically hanging out. Mulder's jaw is on the floor. I've never worn anything like this for him before. I slide down a bit, leaving my arms above my head and resting on the arm of the couch. "Are you sure you're too full, Mulder?" He swallows hard. The way he looks at me . . . wow . . . ************************** Oh. My. God. She's fucking gorgeous. Breathe, Mulder, breathe. I lick my lips. Slowly, reverently, I reach out to touch the black lace just above her leg. I watch her chest rise and fall as she looks at me. "Oh Scully," I murmur. "Time for dessert," she whispers. I'm so erect it hurts. I lean in and give her a delicate kiss. She's so soft. I want to take her now. That *was* the idea, right? Be Neanderthal and all that? But this feels sooo right, to kiss her slow, to prolong "unwrapping" my dessert. My lips travel across her jaw and down her neck; she sighs in appreciation. She smells so clean, like baby powder. Lower now, down her front, between her breasts. She's almost falling out of the thing! I sit back and she whimpers. "It's ok. I'm just settling in for the meal." She chuckles. I reach up and finger a nipple through the lace. She sucks her breath in between her teeth. I do the same to the other. I tease her this way, back and forth, until she starts to wriggle. I use both hands to ease the lace down so her nipples peek out. Leaving it that way, I bend to flick one with my tongue. "Oh yeah," she whispers, arching her back. I flick it again and again, hard, before I take it in my mouth and suck. I lightly pull on the other one. "I love your breasts, Scully," I say. "Mulder." Boy, she's hot for it tonight. Her head is to the side, her eyes are closed, and she's flushed already. "Mulder . . . call them my tits." What? "What?" "Please, Mulder . . . will you say it to me?" Oh god oh god oh GOD, I'm so hard. But I still can't believe it. "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Is that ok?" She sounds worried, as if I'll refuse. Like that'll happen. "It's more than ok," I reply with almost no breath. I suckle her again. "I love your tits, baby." "Ooooh, yeah." Ok, this is getting *quite* interesting. I am a little bit thrown here, though - I mean, wow, this is Scully. *My* Scully. Did I miss something? Did she suddenly develop psychic powers and read my mind? Oh, wait - I've forgotten the other half of dessert. I reach for the can and pop the top. She opens her eyes and smiles. Hoo boy. Whatever it is that's bringing out the sex goddess in her tonight, I like it. I position the nozzle at a nipple, grinning. "Ready, Scully?" Her eyes are sparkling. "Do it, G-Man." I push and cover a nipple with the white, creamy foam. Pssssshhhhht. Pause. We burst out laughing. We're laughing so hard we can't stop. I don't know why this is so damn funny, but it is. "Oh, shit, Scully," I gasp, holding my middle. She covers her mouth with one hand, cheeks blazing. I gulp a breath and try to calm down. "Ah ha, ah ha . . ." I eye her, then reach out real fast and blast her other nipple with twice as much. "Mulder!" She's almost choking on her laughter. I'm bent over, practically incapacitated. "Oh god . . . oh man, Scully." We both take several breaths. "So, are you going to do something about this?" she chortles. "Oh, yeah. Got any ice cream around here?" "Mulder, I'm dripping." "Oh, I bet you are, Scully." Time to get back to business. I lap up the sweet topping, circling her nipples. She starts to giggle, but then she moans as the sensations reach her. I make sure to get every drop. Her nubs are so erect now; I gently bite and pull on them with my teeth. She loves this. I can tell because I can smell her, getting wet for me. I sit back. "Mmmm. Scully, that was delicious." "Glad you liked it." "I think I could go for a little more, though." I reach down to stroke her between her legs. She opens them wider in invitation. I undo the snap and expose her. Oh, hell yeah, she's soaked. "I can't wait to taste you. But first . . ." I spray some whipped cream on my finger and show it to her, then reach down and glide it across her outer lips. She starts. "Is that a little cold? Don't worry. I'll warm it up for you." I slide my hands under her ass, use my thumbs to open her sex, and go down on her. ************************** He's so good at this. The sight of him between my legs alone is almost enough to make me come. He dips his tongue inside of me and then circles my clit . . . oh, but I don't want to come yet. I want to make *him* crazy first. Remember the plan, Dana. "Mulder." "Hmm?" "Mulder, wait. I want you naked." "Your wish is my command." Off comes his shirt. I watch as his talented fingers undo his belt, stare as he slides his jeans off and then his boxers. His cock springs free, proud and straight. I want it in my mouth right now. I lean forward to have just that - and I am lifted off the couch. "Mulder!" He carries me in his arms, moving towards the bedroom. "I thought we'd get a bit more comfortable." Mulder walks through the doorway and places me on the bed. He tries to lie on top of me but I manage to avoid that, instead getting him to lie on his side. I ease out of the teddy and work my way down his body, licking and nuzzling. He apparently decides he's going to let me take the lead, for he lies back and watches me. "Mmmm, Scully." I'm on all fours, facing his feet. I kiss his stomach, his belly button, and then dive for what I want. I engulf him in my mouth, sliding his length easily down my throat. "Uhhh yeah . . ." I love to do it this way, facing away from him. It's easier to deep throat him in this position. I suck and lick as I come up to tease the head of his cock before sliding back down to bury my nose in his balls. I do this over and over and before long Mulder's hands come up to grip and squeeze my buttocks. I know he's really into it when he does that. I'm tempted to make him come right now. Suddenly my right leg is in the air. Mulder lifts it over his body so that I'm straddling him. He pushes down on my lower spine. Ohhh. I know what he wants. We haven't done this yet. "Yeah. That's it, Scully." I find myself spreading my legs wide as I settle against Mulder's mouth. His tongue goes right to work, laving my folds. He kneads my cheeks and hums contentedly as I continue to suck his cock. It feels incredible. I can only imagine what I look like in this position. Oh god, I can't think about that. It feels too good. And I have Mulder exactly where I want him. He bucks into my face as I grab him with my fist, pumping as he shoves into my mouth. Oh yes, Mulder, you're mine, all mine . . . . . . and before I can say Flukeman he's flipped me over and has fully buried his face in my crotch. Now wait a second. *I'm* supposed to be on top. And I've lost my hold on him . . . but oh, boy, this is too good. I open my legs as much as I can and feel my juices dripping down, soaking the bed. He works me expertly with his lips and tongue; as he becomes more insistent, I call his name. I realize my eyes are closed and open them to the sight of Mulder's penis bobbing just above my face. I'm fascinated. He's holding his weight pretty much off me - so as not to crush me, I suppose - and his cock and balls are doing this funny little dance right in front of me. Now if I'd been told as I was chasing liver-eating mutants and vampires and suffering through all-night stakeouts with this man that'd I'd be in this position someday, I'd have sent that person off to the loony bin. But here I am, on my back with Mulder practically sitting on my face. My, how things change! I'm getting wetter by the second, and my mouth begins to make sucking motions in response to his efforts. I stretch my neck and open my mouth . . . and my lips close around the head of his cock. Mulder jumps as if he's surprised; he's gotten away from me and again I stretch up, aching to take him down my throat. I catch the head again and suck lightly, trying to tell him with my lips what to do. But it's my hands that succeed; reaching up, I grasp his backside and pull him down onto me. Mulder's weight presses me into the bed. He's heavy and hot and his penis is threatening to choke me, and it's wonderful. What has gotten into me tonight? Whatever it is, Mulder's not complaining. He starts sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and I can't believe I'm finding this to be so erotic. It's starting to get uncomfortable but I suck him harder anyway, wanting to hear more of his gasps and groans as he literally fucks my face. "Oh, yeah. Oh, Scully." He must sense that I can't take much more of his weight on top of me in this position, for he abruptly pulls out and gets up on his knees, facing me. He places his hands behind him and leans back, his cock glistening. I don't need any more encouragement. *********************** This can't be happening. But it is. I'm in a 69 with Scully and she's sucking the life out of me. I must be crushing her. But it's so good I can't stop myself. I'm plunging in and out of her mouth and I'm shaking with the knowledge that she wants to do this to me, for me. She's too good to be true. But I can't let this go on too long; I can hear her snuffling and she's shifting underneath me as if to ease the pressure. With a last few strokes, I lift off her and kneel, presenting my painfully erect cock to her. Come on, Scully, I silently entreat her, come on, baby. And she does not disappoint. She gets on her hands and knees and crawls over to me like a cat on the prowl. I'm not ashamed to hear a grunt escape my lips as I watch her get into position, firm little breasts dangling. She eyes my cock as if it was the last meal on earth and she was starving. She looks up at me as she strokes the underside of my shaft with her tongue. I so belong to this woman. I want her to know just how incredible I think she is. She smiles wickedly and bends lower to nuzzle my balls. I reach up with one hand and hold the back of her head, rubbing gently as she moves to swallow me whole. "Ohhhhh . . ." is the best I can do; I'm at her mercy. For all her lack of experience, so she says, Scully gives amazing head. And it's not just because I love her more than my life. She knows exactly what to do: how to graze me lightly with her teeth, how to grip my shaft, how to lave at the underside of the head before taking me down her throat, how to suck me and spread the wetness with her little fingers. She looks up at me again. That's all it takes. I start talking to her. ************************** "Oh god, yeah . . . mmm, Scully . . . wanna fuck you, sweetheart . . ." I moan around his cock. My legs start to shake and I feel another warm, wet gush coat my sex. I look up at him again, at his beautiful body writhing above me. He's leaning back further now, his head lolling, eyes closed. "Oooh, Scully. Mmm yeah. That's it, baby. You're so good. Oh, what I want to do to you, Scully." He's moving his hips harder now, pumping into my mouth. I love this. I love being the one who makes Mulder look like he does now. I feel the power of it flow through me, energizing me. I double my efforts, stroking his balls and sucking for all I'm worth. Mulder throws back his head and groans. "Oh, yeah! Can't take it much more, Scully. Gotta have you . . . oh yeah, like that! Yessss . . . wanna fuck you. Wanna tie you down and fuck you until you scream." Tie me down? Jesus, Mulder . . . he couldn't have said that. Could he? God. The very thought of it . . . of doing that, with him . . . it's . . . it's not appalling me. It's actually not appalling me. I suck him hard as I remember a fantasy I had some time ago, after Mulder had yet again rescued me from certain death at the hands of a sick freak. Afterward I had thought, what if, before he untied me, what if he had chosen that moment to finally kiss me? Even just in comfort. I was bound; I would have been unable to stop him. I suppose it was my way of trying to admit to myself what I wanted. What I wished he would do. The thought of his lips finally on mine . . . of him having his way with me . . . and now, here he is. But it should be the other way around tonight. I should be the one to . . . I look at his gorgeous mouth, open in ecstasy, this mouth that I now worship, and I know I can deny this man nothing. Besides, I'm feeling little electric shocks all over my skin just thinking about it. Oh, god, don't think, don't think, just move . . . I pull away from him all at once and sit back; Mulder opens his eyes and watches me, his chest heaving. Holding his gaze, I reach behind me and push aside the pillows. I slide back and ease myself down onto the bed, and as I watch Mulder lick his lips with that talented tongue of his I slowly raise my arms above my head, gripping the slats in the headboard. I am rewarded as Mulder's eyes just about bulge out of his head when he realizes what I am offering. I take a deep breath, preparing for my next move. I cannot believe I am doing this, but I am. I lift my hips and spread my legs wide for him. And I stay there, waiting to be devoured . . . I hope. For a few moments Mulder does not move. He looks thoroughly shocked. I begin to panic, my breath coming in little gasps. Have I done something wrong here? I'm so damn exposed; I feel my cheeks begin to burn. But then I see it. The change in his eyes. They're wild. They're hungry. He begins to breathe loudly and for a second I believe that Mulder is going to turn feral right before my eyes . . . and that's when he moves. Growling, Mulder leans over and grabs my robe from the nearby chair, yanking out the sash. He's over me in a flash, tying my wrists to the headboard. He leans back to survey his handiwork and then me. His eyes find my breasts and then he is sucking my nipples hard. I gasp and arch my back, trying to push them further into his mouth. Mulder is driving me insane with lust, nipping and licking and kneading me with his large, wonderful hands. He keeps at it until I think I'm going to come from this alone. But his mouth begins to travel south and, as he gets closer to my belly button, I feel the effect of the bonds. As I watch him it really hits me that now *he's* the one with the power. He can do whatever he wants and I'm pretty much at his mercy. Again I feel a tiny surge of panic - this is me, after all - but as his tongue flicks just below my navel I am overcome with the need to submit. And the amazing thing is, I'm suddenly craving it. I, Dana Scully, am enjoying being tied down and forced to accept whatever Mulder does to my body. It's oddly relaxing. I sigh with this knowledge and Mulder lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are dark with desire; his lips part in a lazy smile for me. "You're better than any fantasy could ever be, Scully," he croons. "You're so fucking amazing." He leans down and deliberately breathes in above my sex, moaning. "Oh, yeah..." I cry out in anticipation, but I don't have long to wait. Mulder's mouth is on me again, the flat of his tongue licking upward. I wail and close my eyes. He sucks my folds, dipping his tongue everywhere, teasing my clit now and again. I never knew this could be so good. I don't know if I can go a day without this man doing this to me. He spreads my legs even wider and eats me hard. Oh my god, Mulder is eating me. Mulder has tied me up and he is holding my legs open and eating me. Just thinking this sends my body into convulsions. The image of what we are doing is full color in my mind's eye. I find myself wondering if this is what his videos are like. He's talking to me, murmuring in between his kisses and licks. "Scully . . . mmmmm . . . taste so good baby . . ." "Oh yeah, Mulder," I squeak. It's all I'm capable of at this point. "Talk to me, Scully," he demands, his tongue dipping inside and stroking my walls. "Mulder!" I exclaim as I gush shamelessly around his mouth. "Mulder, yeah," I manage to mumble. "Fuck me with your mouth." Did I say that out loud? I evidently did, as Mulder growls again and plunges his tongue faster and faster inside me. I'm gone. I'm pulling against my bonds and shoving my hips into his face. It can't get any better, it just can't. But Mulder thinks otherwise, lifting off me and gripping my legs hard. "Don't move," he says in a harsh voice. I fight to stop my body from humping him and let out my breath in a hiss. He strokes my clit very lightly with the tip of his tongue. My upper body jerks, I can't help it, but I make sure my legs don't move. He does it again, and again, and I begin to talk nonsense, moaning unintelligible words. Mulder squeezes my inner thighs. "You like this, don't you. You like being tied down and held open and . . ." I feel something soft move under my ass. ". . . pleasured." What can only be Mulder's finger slowly slides into my anus, and I see stars. No one has ever done this, and I think Mulder knows it. I begin to struggle, for even though I am stunned with how good this feels, a small part of me still feels like . . . maybe we shouldn't. "Oh no, Mulder," I whimper, thrashing my head about. "Oh yes, Scully," he taunts me, his tongue finding my clit again. He laps at me and starts a maddening rhythm with his finger, pushing deep into my anus and pulling out nice and slow. How can this feel so good. "You're all mine now," he says, and I cry out in surrender. ******************************************* Is anything more miraculous than Scully on her back, hands tied, legs spread, moaning my name and dripping wet for me? No, I don't think so. I thought having her perfect lips wrapped around my cock was just about as close to Heaven as I could possibly be on Earth, but now, watching her quiver as I suckle and finger-fuck her - I cannot believe she's letting me do this - this is truly divine. I'm so hard I think I could break the bed with one push of my hips. Thank you, Scully, thank you for opening yourself to me like this. You've made every fantasy I've ever had about you come true, and then some. Her eyes are closed; she's gasping and trying so hard to stay still like I ordered her to, but her legs are starting to shake. She's close. "Are you ready to come, baby?" I ask her, pushing my finger faster into her. She mewls what can only be some sort of agreement. I circle her clit with my tongue over and over again and now she's fully in motion, shoving her sex into my face as best she can. I ask her again: "Do you wanna come?" Lick, suck. "Because you're going to." Lick, lick, lick. "You're going to come for me." She's moaning mindlessly. It's time. I've waited all night for this. With one last thrust of my finger, I back off, grab her behind the knees, and plunge inside. Her lids fly open and her eyes roll back; she groans at this sudden invasion of her body. I pull out slowly and then ram myself into her again. And I learn that my proper, practical Scully is now a screamer in bed. I continue to thrust inside her hard, ease out, and then quickly thrust again. This is working for her. She's watching me now, her mouth wide open, breasts shaking - oh, those little nipples - and pussy dripping. I can't help but think in dirty terms as I'm doing this to her. I want to worship and respect her, but I'm a slave to my sex-drugged mind; she's sweet and nasty all at once and I have to say it out loud. And, miracle of all miracles, Dana Katherine Scully likes to hear it. "You're so tight . . . so fucking wet. You feel so good. You're mine." This seems to really excite her; she's breathing heavily. I'm beginning to think Scully might enjoy a little domination now and again. Hey, I'm game. "You're mine," I say again as I push inside her, picking up the pace just a bit. "Oh yuh . . ." she barely gasps out. I punctuate each stroke with my words. "Yeah, Scully? You like that? You're all mine." "Oh yuh . . . oh yeah . . ." I'm grinning widely now, my cock swelling inside her heat. "Yeah, you like that. Your breasts . . ." Stroke. "Your pussy . . ." Stroke. "It all belongs to me!" Oh, she's milking me so expertly, I'm going to explode pretty soon. "That's it, Scully! Fuck me. Yeah! That's it. That's it! Oh, yeah, you nasty little . . ." I break off. Oh shit. Fuck. Fuck! What am I doing? I'm panting with fear that I almost went too far. But she's talking now. "Say it, Mulder." I look at her in disbelief. Her gorgeous eyes are glassy, pulling me deep into her soul. "Mulder, say it." I can't. I'm fucking her, dominating her, have her tied up like a . . . I can't. She sees it in my face. Her lips curl and she frowns through the frantic passion our bodies are creating. I watch in utter astonishment as Scully transforms into something I've never seen before - a wanton being who is trying to force me to say what should never be spoken, not to her, not to the most special, incredible, beautiful creature to ever exist. But her walls grip me and she burns me with her stare and she yells at me. "Damn it, Mulder! Say it! I'm yours! Say it to me! I'm your slut -" I'm flush against her body in no time, fisting my hands in her hair and driving myself into her like a madman. "Yeah, Scully!" I'm the one yelling now. "You hot little bitch!" She squeals at my words, bringing her legs around me to get me as deep inside her as possible. "Oh, you sweet, hot little bitch!" I cry again. "Gonna fuck you so hard, Scully!" She's chanting now, an intoxicating litany of "oh yes" and "Mulder" and "fuck" and "yeah." I don't think I've ever fucked anyone as fast or hard as I'm fucking her right now. Our bodies are slapping together so loudly I'm sure it can be heard out in the hall. The bed is shifting so much it seems like it's coming to life. But nothing is more alive than my Scully, so fucking beautiful beneath me. I take her mouth roughly and plunge my tongue inside. She groans and sucks it in time to the thrusts of my cock. It sends me out of control, if I wasn't already. I lift my head and howl, pumping without any care for her comfort. "Gonna fuck you so hard . . . gonna . . . fuck . . . you . . . oh, yeah . . . fuck me, Scully!" **************************** I watch his lips pull back from his teeth as he roars. I am his prey. I am fully taken, with my hands securely bound and my hot, wet sex open for him. "Gonna fuck you so hard . . ." His words undo me. I am no longer "Scully," I am whatever he wants me to be, my body serving only to please him. The image grips my mind and it sends a shudder through me that centers around Mulder's cock. I'm shaking so hard I feel like I'll come apart into tiny pieces and they'll never be able to put me back together again. The ripples of pleasure hit my toes and travel back up through my legs and arms. I feel my walls begin to clench repeatedly as I realize this is what it's like to have a full-body orgasm. "Yes! Fuck me, Scully!" I'm coming. I'm coming so hard. I don't fight it and it's the most intense thing that's ever happened to me. I look into Mulder's eyes and I scream. *************************** I'm pulsing and throbbing and unaware of anything but the slick, hot sensations around my cock as I thrust into her. Her. I realize I don't want to miss this moment and open my eyes just in time to see it. To hear her scream. She's coming. This is a gift like no other. "Scully!" I draw out her name as I feel the pleasure-pain of the moment just before I spill into her. I'm spurting again and again, filling her as those tight little walls tug and tug and tug. I'm yelling and ramming into her sloppily, lost to the sheer ecstasy of it. I take her mouth and moan deep into her throat as I still fuck her, giving her every last drop. **************************** The pleasure is never-ending. His cock is relentless. The sound of my name being yelled like that is one I'll never forget, and one I want to hear again, very soon. I shake uncontrollably as he comes, his erratic thrusts sending aftershocks through every inch of me. He suddenly covers his mouth with mine and sends a groan through my body. His final movements coax a few more quakes from my body. I shriek and cry into his mouth to let him know just what he does to me. As his body finally comes to rest against mine, we breathe deep. He holds me tenderly. I close my eyes and relish the feel of him, of the sweat that clings to his skin. I rub my lips against his shoulder, taste the saltiness. He whispers to me as I start to drift. I barely feel him release my wrists. ************************** I open my eyes and turn my head to gaze at the lovely woman sleeping soundly beside me. For what must be the millionth time, I wonder what I ever did to deserve her. My heart clenches painfully as I lift a finger to stroke her cheek. She's so beautiful when she sleeps, I almost can't bear it. She looks childlike, innocent and trusting. That she trusts me like no one else in this world is a badge of honor I'm lucky to wear. She shifts against me and purrs as she begins to wake; even after the incredible love we made tonight, I feel my cock stir to life as her soft skin slides against mine. "Ummm." She nestles into my neck and kisses me, her arms coming around my body. I smile like the lucky son of a bitch I am. "Are you ok?" I whisper into her hair. "Are you kidding?" She pulls back to look at me. "Mulder, I'm more than ok. I'm . . ." "The sexiest woman ever to walk the planet," I finish for her, stroking her breasts. She arches her back and I can't resist bending down to suckle a nipple. She sighs and glides her fingers through my hair. "Why would you think I wouldn't be ok?" I tease her once more with my tongue and look up. "Well, Scully, that was, um . . . quite an intense experience." She frowns a little. "I mean . . . wow, what you did, Scully. Letting me tie you up like that." I get a grin this time. "You liked that, huh?" "Like doesn't begin to describe it." I pull her closer to me. "You didn't mind, how I was with you? So . . ." "So dominating, Mulder?" I hold my breath. "Truth?" I nod. "It was incredible. I've never . . . been like that with anyone." I see the wheels of uncertainty start to turn. "Scully, you were magnificent," I reassure her. "You were perfect." "Really?" "Really. You were so . . . so wild, Scully. I almost lost it there." "Me, wild?" "Yes, you," I reply, tickling her ribs. "I mean, come on, Scully. 'I'm your slut?'" "Oh god!" She hides her face behind her hands and I try to pull them away, laughing. "Hey, cut that out! Look at me, Scully." "No." "Yes!" I succeed and she looks up at me carefully, cheeks dusted with red at her embarrassment. God, I want to fuck her again. "Scully, you were fucking amazing. Don't you know that? I loved how open you were with me tonight. I never want you to feel like you can't be that way with me." She starts to relax. "It's one hundred percent ok. If you feel it Scully, say it. Do it. No matter what." I release her hands. I think she believes me. "Of course, I think you should use some judgment when we're in the office. I mean, we can't have Skinner hearing the dirty things you say to your partner these days." She snorts with laughter and playfully pushes against my chest. "But it's not fair," she pouts, and it's my turn to frown. "*I* was going to be the one in control tonight, Mulder. I'd been planning it before you got here." "Scully," I breathe, "you *were* in control. You had the power the whole time, don't you know that?" She looks at me, confused. "I thought the same thing coming over here. I was thinking of taking the lead tonight. But you called the shots, Scully. God, the way you practically ate me alive, the way you spoke to me, what we did - Scully, I was *yours.* Every step of the way." She looks at me with wonder. "Thank you, Mulder." "No, thank you." I draw her to me and lose myself in her mouth for endless minutes. As our lips part, I place my forehead against hers. "Scully . . ." "Yes, Mulder?" "You know that I . . . I didn't mean to disrespect you or anything, with what I said when we were . . . that was just the moment . . ." "Mulder, if it's ok for me to talk dirty, it should be ok for you." "Yeah, but that was really . . . I just don't want you to think I . . ." "I don't, Mulder. I begged you to, remember?" Hey yeah, I'd forgotten that. "I wanted you to give in to it. Just as I gave in. If we're both ok with stepping outside of ourselves a bit when we're together like this, then . . . we'll be all right." "And you're ok with that?" "Well . . . yeah. I mean, I'm sure I won't always want to." "I wouldn't expect that." "I know you wouldn't. I just - tonight, I . . ." "Hey." I lift her chin with my finger. "There's nothing wrong with being a little naughty now and then, Scully. I knew you had it in you." I grin at her. "And I hope you know . . . that it doesn't change how I see you. You need to know that." "I do." "And I'd never ask you to do anything that made you uncomfortable." "I know you wouldn't, Mulder. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me." But so much *has* hurt you, Scully. And it's because of me. And one day you may decide that it's just too much to take. But right now I can't even entertain the thought that I might eventually lose her because of it. I need her so much. I touch her lips with my fingers. "I'd die if I hurt you, Scully. Especially any more than you already have been." "Shh, Mulder." She kisses me, easing my soul. I roll myself on top of her and rub my cock against her heat. "Scully," I whisper to her, "you're my whole world." Her eyes are closed; she lifts her hips to mine and I sink into her slow, making her moan. "I love you," I say just before taking her mouth again. ************************** He strokes me deep. I can hear how wet I am for him with every push inside. He covers me with his body and I am safe, protected, loved. I've never been so happy. Mulder loves me. I feel a tear slide down my face. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I'm going to come. The tremors begin. He groans from the sensation. I feel my body opening, ready to accept the pleasure he's about to give me. Then my eyes fly open as I realize I've forgotten. I didn't say it back. I need to tell him, especially after seeing the hurt in his eyes as he tortured himself over all the pain I've been through. I know that's what he was thinking. I'll show you what you've brought to my life, Fox Mulder . . . I bear down and clench hard repeatedly as I come. "Oh god, Mulder. I love you. I love you, Mulder. I love you." Mouth open as if in shock, he releases into me, shaking with the force of it. Oh Mulder, you are mine. And I am yours. "I love you," I say again as he lies on top of me, spent. He's so warm, so solid. My very own Mulderblanket. "Oh, man," he mumbles after a while. "You knocked me out, Scully." "Don't sleep yet, Mulder. I'm hungry." He lifts his head to peer at me with one eye. "Woman, are you going to make me move?" "There's a few bagels left from this morning, and some butter and cream cheese. I call dibs on the cream cheese." "Unngh." He flops face down, then gets up on his knees. "Whatever you say, sweetheart. You're in control." He hops off the bed and I watch his gorgeous ass as he walks to the door. Then he turns. "For tonight, anyway," he says with a wink. END Was it good for you? I hope so. I would be grateful for your feedback! I've got another in the works . . . more angst next time . . . adarafox@yahoo.com