Title: Two of a Kind

Category: Smut Biscuit, MSR, RST

Author: Satina, bizzzichick@yahoo.com
Website:  https://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers:  Three of a Kind  Watch it first, then read this.  
My way's better.  Promise.

Disclaimer: Nope I don't own 'em...although I sure  like the
things fanfic writers do over what's going on in Season Eight
right now. Sigh. Chris Carter et. al  thought 'em up so I guess
he gets to be as sadistic as he wants to be. I just get to
use them to escape once in a while.

Summary: This takes place during the episode "Three of a Kind"
and is an alternate telling of what COULD have happened if the
Gunmen had called Mulder for help when they found Scully drugged
and giggling.  What the hell were they thinking, anyway??

Feedback:  YES please...ALWAYS!  This is my first, though, so please be
gentle. Detailed constructive criticism warmly welcomed.  Flames
tolerated with bemusement. Hey...it's all in fun.

bizzzichick@yahoo.com

Archive:  Heck yeah I guess so...just let me know where and when
so I can go read everyone else there. ;-)


................

Mulder pushed impatiently through the thronging techno-geeks to
get to the hotel bar, where the Lone Gunmen had said they would
be waiting for him.  He was more than a little ticked, seeing as
how all he had gotten was a predictably cryptic, but genuinely
worried phone call, informing him that Scully seemed to be in
trouble and he needed to get to Las Vegas and the National
Defense Conference right away.

He had asked Frohike what the hell Scully was doing in Vegas and
exactly WHAT the nature of Scully's trouble was, but the little
goblin had just told him it would be better if he came and saw
for himself and to hurry because they weren't sure what to do.
Frohike had sounded scared, which pissed Mulder off and raised
his own fear factor as he hopped the plane to Las Vegas.  If
Scully was hurt, he was going to kick some ass.

He saw the three of them standing in a row outside the doors
leading into the hotel bar, nervously checking behind them every
few seconds and then looking at the floor and then scanning the
crowd, looking for Mulder.

He strode up, irritation and worry battling in his intense
expression.  In a voice elevated only a shade above normal, he
locked his gaze on Byers.

"Well?  Where is she?"

Frohike grabbed his elbow conspiratorially and led him a few
paces
away from the others, jerking his head toward the door in an
indication to Byers and Langly to get in there while he filled
Mulder in on what was happening.

"Ah Mulder, glad you made it here so fast.  We've got a *little
problem* here."

Mulder didn't reply, he just raised his eyebrows impatiently,
encouraging Frohike to bring it home.

"Uh yeah.  You see, we kinda asked Agent Scully to come down here
and help us out with a little situation we had.  We would've
called you, but your face is a little too well-known in the black
ops community for the kind of discretion we needed."  Frohike was
sweating and couldn't maintain eye contact with the now intensely
interested Mulder.

"Where is she?"  Mulder asked for the second time, starting
toward the bar doors, oblivious to the short-legged Frohike's
attempts to keep up with his determined, long stride.

"She's fine...or...well I mean she's ok...she's just..."

A deep, joyous feminine laugh rang through the air, cutting off
Frohike's attempts to make a succinct sentence.

Mulder froze.  That voice...it sounded familiar...and yet not.
Using the advantage of his 6 plus feet of height, he made a quick
survey of the bar area, and his mouth dropped open.

What caught his gaze was something that he could only have
dreamed up in his most sex-deprived fantasies.  Scully was
sitting on a chair, leaning back, legs crossed.  He could see
that her suit jacket was open, and her blouse was unbuttoned all
the way below the level of her cleavage, giving glimpses of her
black lace bra to anyone who was looking.

And there were plenty looking.  She was surrounded by suits, all
leaning in trying to catch a better view down her blouse, ogling
the soft curves somehow more desirable than the openly displayed
flesh of the women all around them.  She was wearing a black
skirt that was pushed up to mid-thigh, and her legs were crossed,
revealing almost her entire thigh.  Her toes made little circles
in the air in her little 4-inch pumps.

And she was...giggling??

Mulder's chest tightened at the sight of his dream-Scully right
here in the flesh and he felt a little twitch in his pants as he
inadvertently locked his gaze on that delicious little bare leg.
He stood there, mouth still open, as Scully, using only her lips
and teeth, took a cigarette offered to her and then proceeded to
flirt  with the thronging males, who were
pushing and vying for the honor of lighting it.

Mulder's eyes went wide as he watched Scully bat her eyes  at the men and lower her lashes as she teased them.

"I just can't decide who lights my fire!"  She said with mock
innocence.  Then she laughed the sexiest, most seductive laugh
Mulder had ever heard in his life.  His dick did more than just
twitch at that.  He felt it jump toward the sound in an effort to
beat him across the room to her.  He had just enough presence of
mind to pull his trench coat absently closed in front him, mouth
still agape.  

Then some of the blood being routed to his crotch must have
gotten back to his brain, because he visibly blinked and shook
his head and then took the twenty feet between him and Scully in
a few, frantic strides.

He grabbed the still-unlit cigarette from Scully's glossy red
lipsticked pout incredulously and flicked it the floor.

"Scully??"  was all he could squeak out as looked from her, to
her suitors, and back again.

Scully's impossibly perfect red lips pursed in a pout for a
moment, then her sky-blue eyes lit up and opened wide when she
realized who had taken her cigarette away.

"Foxy!"  She said, smiling totally and completely, open mouthed,
showing her little pink tongue and both rows of her perfect
little white teeth.

In spite of his shock, Mulder's lips twitched into the tiniest
smile as he realized how happy she was to see him.  He gasped out
a strained laugh as he grabbed her arms and pulled her off her
throne, much to the disappointment of her many admirers.

He said nothing as he yanked her through the teeming males, and
practically choked when he saw her hand reach out and slap one of
them on the ass on her way through the group.  Her throaty laugh
was sending electric jolts straight to his crotch as his mind was
running a million miles a minute, trying to figure out what would
make *his* Scully act like this.

"Ooo want me all to yourself, as usual, Foxy Mulder?" Scully
purred, as Mulder roughly pulled her through the crowd in the bar
and back out to the hall, where the Lone Gunmen had fled upon
seeing Mulder make contact with Scully.

As they reached the hall, Mulder let go of Scully, who nearly
fell over as she gained her balance after practically running
through the bar trying to keep up with Mulder's long stride.  She
shook her head to clear it, and a few strands of her hair fell
into her face.  She made no attempt to brush them away, and
looked, wide-eyed and smiling, up into Mulder's shocked and angry
face.  "What's the matter, babe?" she asked, reaching out to
pinch his yummy little ass cheek.

Mulder yelped and jumped away from her, his eyes like saucers,
looking from her face to the Gunmen and back again.  His erection
was at FULL attention now.

"Would you mind telling me what the *hell" is going on here?
What did you *do* to her?" he said, again grabbing one slender
little arm as Scully turned and started toward a couple of men
going into the bar.

The Gunmen looked at each other, then at Scully , then at the
floor, not quite able to meet Mulder's ultra-intense gaze.

It was Byers who stepped forward and spoke.

"We didn't do anything, Mulder.  We...think Scully has
been...drugged, somehow."

"Drugged?"  Mulder replied, keeping a good grip on the swaying
and smiling Scully.  Now her hand was playing with the hand that
gripped her, tickling and tugging at his fingers playfully.  She
walked her fingers up his arm to his shoulder and leaned against
him, giggling.  Her breasts were pushing wantonly against his
chest now, a sensation he had never before had the pleasure of
experiencing.

Mulder's heart was going to stop if this didn't end soon.  He
could smell her hair and see down her blouse and found his eyes
searching wildly for something else to look at.  He settled on
Byers' face.  Byers paled visibly and swallowed.

Frohike pushed his way in front of Byers, giving Scully a
thorough once-over and raising his eyebrows appreciatively at her
petite, curvy body making its way between the edges of her
blouse.  Mulder's jaw clenched as he watched Frohike's appraisal
but he said nothing.  Frohike sighed and spoke.

"We think it's some of the same black-ops bastards that might've
killed a buddy of ours.  It seems to affect people's ability to
control their impulses."

Mulder's eyes narrowed at the word "killed" and he interrupted
Frohike's explanation with a tone more worried than surprised
now.

"Killed?  Are you saying this drug is poisonous?"  He looked down
at Scully, his erection wilting and his heart speeding up at the
thought of her being in danger.  She met his concerned gaze with
a little smile and a snuggled against him.  Uh god.

"No no no...not poisonous.  At least not that we know of.  You
see..." began Byers, holding his hands up to defend himself
against Mulder's imminent attack, "he threw himself under a bus.
That's not normal.  I mean..." he was stammering now, obviously
scared of Mulder's increasingly confused and irritated
expression. " I mean we think that someone gave him a suggestion
or something, and he was unable to resist."

Mulder looked back down at Scully, who seemed to be getting bored
with the conversation and was now turning her head from side to
side, and glancing now and then at incoming bar patrons...of the
male persuasion.

"Have you got a room here?"  Mulder asked, all seriousness now.
"I think we should get her out of here."  

"Yes, right upstairs.  Scully has her own room.  She's checked
into the hotel...as I said...she was helping us on a case."
Byers was more assured now, relatively certain that Mulder wasn't
going to start punching him in the face.

"Let's go."  Mulder's tone was flat.  Byers led the way as all
five of them made their way upstairs to Scully's room.

Mulder led Scully inside and wordlessly walked back out of the
room and shut the door.  The Gunmen ran into one another,
expecting to be led into the room, but coming up against the tall
figure of a very pissed-off Mulder.  He leaned slightly against
the door of Scully's room and crossed his arms.

"Tell me everything."

After hearing the story of how they had found Scully on the floor
in a less-than-normal condition following her autopsy of their
friend, and being filled in on exactly why and HOW they had
tricked Scully into thinking that Mulder had requested her
presence in Las Vegas, Mulder excused the boys with little more
than a roll of the eyes, and without a word had simply turned
around and gone back into Scully's room and shut the door behind
him.

The Gunmen had all looked at each other, wondering what to do
next, and finally decided that given Mulder's current state,
they'd probably be best off just going down and playing some
casino games.  Mulder had Byers' cell number so if he needed
them, he knew how to get ahold of them.

They went down the stairs, blaming each other for their very
stupid idea of conning Scully into coming to their assistance.
"Now not only is Scully going to kick our asses, but Mulder is
going to mop up the floor with us after she's done.  God I hope
she's all right.  He'll kill us if she isn't."  Despondent and
worried, they shuffled down to the casinos.

...........

Mulder stopped just inside Scully's hotel room door, realizing
all the lights had been turned off.  Instantly on alert, he
reached to his side and undid the snap on his gun holster.  As
his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a form coming toward
him from the middle of the room.

"Scully?" he called out, reaching for his gun, straining to make
out the figure advancing on him.

Suddenly he felt a small, soft form throw itself up against him
and realized it was Scully.  He was so surprised, he fumbled his
gun to the floor and put up both hands to ward her off.
Unfortunately  this action placed his hands squarely on
Scully's firm little breasts.

He drew back like he had touched hot coals and slammed himself
backward against the door.

"OOoo where ya goin' , Foxy Mulder?" cooed Scully's impossibly
sultry and teasing little voice.  "I thought we could have some
fun!"  She pressed herself up against him once again, and he was
trapped between an undulating, drugged Scully following her every
impulse, and the hard hotel room door.

His heart was pounding as his hands clenched open and closed, his
dick now at full flag and pressed snugly against the lower
abdomen of his very insistent little female partner.

Her quick little hands traveled up his chest and clumsily but
quickly pushed his coat off his shoulders as she bent forward and
began planting kisses squarely on his chest.  "Umm...you smell
nice, Mulder...as usual.  Wonder how you taste."  Her voice was
muffled by his shirt, which she was now using her nimble fingers
to unbutton.  She got three buttons open then slipped her hands
inside Mulder's shirt and luxuriantly ran her hands over his bare
flesh, moaning.

Mulder's head was thrown back against the door as his hands first
reached out to push her away, then stopped to feel her hot flesh
through the thin material of her blouse, then jerked back, once
again burned by the fire of that amazing sensation he had only
fantasized about before now.  His hips were pressing against her
of their own volition, his body seeking out relief from six-plus
years of torment and denial.  He let out a tortured groan as he
felt her soft little hands all over the bare flesh of his heaving
chest.  God he felt like if he just pressed against her a little
harder, just there, just like that, he would come in a moment.
Oh...oh...yeah...Then her felt her unbelievably hot little tongue
tickle one of his nipples and her mouth close over it completely,
and he gasped and convulsed forward.

"Ahhh!  No, Scuh...no!"  The shock of the wet little tongue on
his flesh woke him from a lust-induced stupor and he recovered
enough to put his hands on her shoulders and push her back
violently, at the same time wanting to jump on her and fuck her
senseless.

Scully staggered backward and moaned and pouted, wiping her
smeared lips with the back of her hand.  Then she stepped forward
again for another taste, smiling.

Mulder's senses recovered enough in that two seconds of Scully-
less time to realize that he couldn't let her do this when she
was not herself.

GodDAMN it though.  He wanted nothing more than for her to WANT
to do this AS herself.  She was the only fantasy he'd ever had in
over six years!  But he was her friend and partner too, goddamn
it, and that meant NOT taking advantage of her weakened state.

FUCK.

The denial of his intense physical and emotional need was
actually painful as he took a deep, shaky breath and shrugged his
coat back on and shook the sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes.

"Scully," he said breathlessly, "you need to rest.  You...you
need to...get some rest."  He stepped forward and grabbed her
around the shoulders and trying VERY hard not to look down at her
nearly exposed cleavage, spun her around and pushed her toward
the bed.

"Mmmm...finally Mulder.  We're getting to the good stuff!
Thought you'd never GET IT, ya know?  You're thick, you know
that?"  Scully giggled at her own dirty joke, reaching behind her
to confirm her assessment of his physical condition, but failing
as Mulder jerked his hips away from her grasping fingers.
"Mmm...Hard to get, huh?  Not hard to get hard though are you
Foxy?" she said, laughing gleefully at her own wit.

Mulder was still breathing heavily and was biting his lower lip
as he pushed her headfirst onto the bed.  Scully bounced, then
reached her hands up above her head, stretching out her body
below him face down on the bed and raising her luscious little
ass,
shaking it in a blatant invitation.

Mulder ran his hands through his hair, raking that stray lock
back off his forehead again, and wiped the sweat off his brow
shakily.  GOD she had the most PERFECT ass and it was INCHES away
asking to be grabbed and stroked and kneaded and  His
mind screamed at him.  His dick throbbed and pulsated with the
dire NEED of her.  He wiped the back of his hand across his lips
and tried to catch his breath.

"Scully...you...you're not yourself and...I don't want to...do
anything we'll regret later."

"Oh Mulder...my only regret is not doing it sooner!"  Scully
pouted, turning herself over on the bed and throwing her arms out
to the side.

Mulder looked down at her, chewing on his bottom lip painfully.
Her blouse was pulled open, almost totally baring her left breast
in its lacy little black bra.  Her hair was completely mussed and
spread out around her head like a halo of fire.  Her lipstick was
smeared across her lips  and
her legs were spread haphazardly, pushing her skirt up to just a
few inches below her hips.  He could see the tiniest bit of the
black of her panties.

It felt like his eyes were physically attached to that glorious
site and it HURT as he yanked his gaze away and looked to the
side.

  Mulder's hips moved
imperceptibly toward their always-elusive target on the bed as he
stared at the turquoise carpet, willing his body to quit being
played by her like a goddamn musical instrument.

  He thought, as his breathing slowed and the
blood came back up to his head.  

Mulder's voice was barely audible and he still didn't look at her
as he spoke.

"I'm going in the bathroom, Scully.  Just...just get under the
covers and try to get some sleep.  I won't leave you, don't
worry.  I'll lock the door so you'll be safe."  He still couldn't
look at her but he waited and she didn't reply.

Cautiously, he looked to the bed without moving his head and she
appeared to be asleep already, breathing heavily, her arm thrown
over her eyes.  Sighing, his body relaxed as he heard her snoring
quietly.    When he was positive she wasn't faking,
he walked over to the bed and gently reached under her arms and
pulled her back up all the way onto the bed, then turned her body
so that she was now lying vertically, her head on a pillow.  He
wrapped a bit of comforter around her and, almost without
thinking, placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead.  She
sighed and her mouth turned up in a slight smile as he withdrew
his lips.

He stood there, staring down at her sleeping, for what seemed
like time out of time.  His hands opened and closed at his sides
and his eyes travelled over the form of her body under the
comforter.  Then he let his head fall back and he closed his eyes
and he let out one last deep sigh.

He finally walked over to the bathroom and shut the door behind
him quietly before turning on the light.  He took off his coat
and leaned in toward the mirror.  Yep, candy-apple red lipstick
on his white dress shirt and chest.  He pulled his shirt to the
side and closed his eyes, remembering how that smudge of red had
gotten painted around his left nipple.  With trembling fingers,
he buttoned his shirt.  He leaned against the sink counter on his
hands for a moment, taking in his sweaty, messed up hair and
flushed face.  He felt the throbbing at his crotch and shut his
eyes again, realizing that if he didn't release the tension that
had built up, that he might not be ready to ward her off again if
she should awake still under the influence of this mysterious
drug.

He reached down and unzipped his pants and pushed them down off
his hips slowly, then slipped his shorts down with them.  His
penis was fully erect again now, in anticipation of the coming
release.  He closed his eyes and thought again of the feeling of
Scully's lean, curvy little body pushing against him, her breasts
squashed against his lower chest, her hands sliding over his skin
and finally her hot little mouth closing over his nipple.

His head was thrown back and his mouth was open in a soundless
scream as his hand did a crude job substituting for what should
have been its due course.  He pictured himself grabbing that
exposed breast flesh he had glimpsed and devouring her rosy
little nipple with his mouth while his hand pushed her skirt the
rest of the way up around her waist and he jerked her panties and
pantyhose down her thighs and off her legs.  He had planned to do
much more to her in this little relief fantasy, but the built up
torture and pressure was too much after being SO close to his
ultimate dream, and as his fantasy hand slipped between her
little white fantasy thighs, his body convulsed and he spurted
his frustration all over the turquoise tiles of the hotel
bathroom's floor and wall.  He was unable to completely silence
his cries, and his throat painfully constricted with the effort
of biting back his gasping "SScuhhhleee!  Scully... "  It was a
feeling he was used to.

He pulled himself together, and cleaned himself and the bathroom,
leaving the lipstick on his skin and shirt .  He splashed cold water on his face
several times before drying it and turning, towel in hand, he
faced the door.  The door separating him from an all-too-willing
and ready Scully, stretched out across a hotel room bed.  He felt
his erection swelling again and sighed.  FUCK.  How long was this
drug going to stay in her system?  Gathering his resolve, he
opened the door.

She was still asleep.  He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd
been holding and made his way to the chair beside the bed.  He
collapsed into it exhausted and was almost instantly asleep.

............

Scully became aware that she was not in her own bed, smelling the
chlorine smell of hotel sheets.  Her nose itched and she brushed
her hair out of her face and opened her eyes.  The room was dark,
but her fully dilated pupils could see everything clearly.  Her
head seemed to be buzzing a little and she had a very pleasant
but slight tingling all through her body.  She felt a bit light-
headed and dizzy, in a very nice way.  She rolled her head on the
pillow, liking the sensation of the movement and her hair sliding
across the cotton surface.

She felt constricted, though...uncomfortable.  She reached under
the covers that were sloppily wrapped around her and discovered
she was in bed fully clothed.  Her brows knit as she tried to
remember how that had happened.  Then a huge smile made its way
from ear to ear as she remembered being tumbled into bed by her
gorgeous partner.  She turned in the bed now and yep...there he
was, sprawled deliciously in her bedside chair, completely
asleep, his head thrown back and his lips slightly parted.

The sight of his body draped across the chair sent a flash of
heat through her body and her gaze settled right on his groin.
She kicked away some of the comforter impatiently, unbuttoned her
blouse and slithered out of it as she imagined herself on the
floor between those long lean thighs, taking the long and lovely
length of his arousal deep into her mouth and throat.  She wanted
to see that usually so guarded and protected face contorted in
the throes of an ecstasy that she, Dana Scully, had created for
him.  He deserved some joy, some pleasure in his life and so did
she.  It had been too damn long...why had she waited so long?
HOW had she waited so long?  LOOK at him!

She moaned just a little as she ran her hands up to her breasts
and pinched her nipples through the lacy material of her bra,
never taking her eyes off Mulder's crotch.  She wriggled around
in the bed, unclasping her bra and shrugging it off her
shoulders, freeing her now tingling and super-sensitized nipples
to the ministrations of her desperate hands.



Shrugging off her questions as totally unimportant to the task at
hand  she reached down and fumbled around in her
bunched-up skirt for the zipper pull.  She finally found it and
writhed around on the bed, unzipping the skirt and letting out a
pleasure sigh as she wriggled her way out of it and kicked it to
the foot of the bed.  Now she just to get these goddamn pantyhose
off  and finally her little black
panties.  

Sighing, she pushed away the remains of the comforter and
stretched her naked body out on the bed, letting her gaze run up
and down the length of her partner's body, licking her lips as
she stared at his slightly parted lips and listened to the deep,
even breaths flowing out between them.

Her left hand caressed her breast roughly as her right tickled
herself with little pressing touches between her widely spread
thighs.  Her hips bucked up to meet her hand as she pressed, and
she heard herself moan and whimper with the strong NEED her body
was radiating.

She watched Mulder's chest rise and fall with his breathing as
she stroked the sides of her clit with one finger while pinching
her nipple with the other.

This was TOO fucking frustrating...she did NOT want to come alone
for something like the THOUSANDTH time.  Why the FUCK couldn't
Mulder just smarten up for once and realize that she could
practically EAT HIM UP she wanted him inside her so bad.

She let her hands fall to her sides with a WHUMP and set her
mouth with determination.



Remembering how adamant he had been about refusing her previous
advances, she knew she would have to do this a bit more subtly
than last time.  Carefully, she sat up and scooted herself to the
edge of the bed, stopping every few seconds to make sure she
wasn't making too much noise.  

She lowered herself to the floor and slowly, quietly crawled
across the carpet and stopped just between Mulder's spread legs.
She could hear her own heart beating as she tried not to breathe
too loudly, but she felt wetness dripping down her inner thighs
as she contemplated what she was about to put into motion.

Her hands were trembling as she tested his level of sleep by
gently touching his thigh.  It jerked a tiny bit under her touch
but his face didn't change.  She could see his closed eyelids
fluttering and knew he was in REM sleep.  As she slowly slipped
her hand up his thigh to his groin, she encountered proof that he
must be having quite a nice dream indeed.  She smiled ferally,
wondering if she played an interesting part in it.  And wondering
if it was as good as reality was about to get.

Scully reached up and keeping her gaze directly on Mulder's face,
pushed her fingers into the fly of his pants, touching around,
feeling for the zipper pull.  She could feel the solid evidence
of his arousal under her fingertips and each time her finger
pushed against the hard but yielding bulge, a twinge of pleasure
went straight to her clit.  It was as if she was touching herself
by touching him.  It was all she could do not to moan aloud.

She found what she was seeking and ever-so-carefully, she pinched
the small bit of metal between two sweaty little fingers and
pulled downward.  She felt the zipper press hard against Mulder's
dick at one point on its way down and his hips twitched just a
little.  She willed herself not to just reach in and grab that
gorgeous piece of meat with her hand and shove it into her mouth.
She let out a shaky breath, and when she was convinced he wasn't
waking up, felt around the top of the zipper for the button to
his slacks.

She found it and quickly flicked it open with her skilled fingers
and watched the bulge of his penis pressing against the thin
white cotton of his knit boxer shorts.  Oooohhh that was nice.
Watching his dick move with his breathing, brushing ever so
subtly against that soft white fabric.  She licked her lips and
found herself salivating.  She pressed her thighs together,
rubbing her lower lips against each other hard in an attempt to
quench the growing heat and need.  She wanted sooo badly to touch
herself, but she needed both hands to get this job done.  She did
let her nipples brush against the fabric of his pants and she
closed her eyes and sighed at the sensation of it.

She opened her eyes and peered closely between the open folds of
Mulder's fly.  She could make out the flap opening of his shorts
just to the side of the bulge.  She reached up very gently and
slipped a fingertip into that fold, pushing the pieces of cotton
apart from one another so she could make skin to skin contact
with Mulder's cock.

As she gently pried apart the two pieces of fabric, she caught
site of the dark pink flesh imprisoned within and found herself
licking her lips and breathing shallowly.  There it was.  Just
waiting.  Hard and ready and all for her.  This was going to be
the tricky part.

She took two deep breaths, never taking her eyes off the
delicious pink flesh, then deftly reached inside the opening,
wrapped her fingers around her target, pulled it through the
hole, and lowered her mouth over it all in one second.

MMmmmmmm!

.............

Mulder became fully awake with a jolt.

He blinked his eyes as he tried to figure out why the intense
sexual activities of his dream seemed to still be producing the
incredible feelings of pleasure between his legs.  He finally
looked down to see the impossibly frightening, thrilling and awe-
inspiring site of a head of red hair pressed firmly against his
abdomen, hands holding his hips in a vice-like grip as a too-hot-
to-comprehend little mouth sucked him deep inside hungrily.

"Ahhhhh!  Ahhhh!  Oh Gah...  What...Scuh...."  He threw his head
back, overwhelmed with the sensation of THAT mouth  sucking HIS dick with THAT much hunger and abandon.  It
was too much...the sensation seemed to pull a line straight
through his dick, up through his gut, through his heart and
exploding into his brain.

He reached down but didn't touch her, holding his hands splayed
out on either side of her bobbing head, unable to form any
thoughts as to what he should do.  His hips bucked up
involuntarily in the chair, pushing his penis even more deeply
into her mouth, her throat.  He was afraid he was choking her but
he couldn't help himself and she didn't seem to be bothered as
her tongue swirled around his shaft and the head of him bumped
against the back of her throat.

"God!  Ah!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!"  was all he could manage to say as his
eyes opened and closed in ecstasy, staring down at Scully
 giving his dick the best oral treatment of
his entire life.

.........

Scully deep throated Mulder, keeping the friction and pressure at
a high intensity, lest he decide to push her away.  She wanted to
make him totally helpless against her oral onslaught, and as she
heard his utter failure to form coherent words, the corners of
her mouth moved in a smile.  The sounds he was making were
totally animal...totally out of control and each one was like an
electric charge straight to her pussy.  She felt it throbbing and
convulsing with its own need and she finally removed one hand
from Mulder's hip, sure he wasn't going anywhere now, and began
to touch herself to relieve the pressure.  She moaned as her
fingertips pressed her clit, and felt Mulder jump at the
vibrating sensation in her throat.

She knew that if she just pressed herself a few more times,
listening to Mulder's animal sounds of pleasure, that she was
going to come, right here, on her knees, with him in her mouth.

But that wasn't what she wanted.

Abruptly, she pulled her face off Mulder's groin and shook the
hair out of her sweaty face.  Mulder's eyes flew open at the
removal of this source of insane pleasure and he stared into her
eyes with a wild look of desperation.

She grabbed the waistband of his pants and JERKED hard, trying to
pull them off without his help.  Helpless now in the grip of his
own lust, he raised his hips completely off the chair and she
yanked off his pants and shorts roughly, scratching his legs
deliciously in the process.  She pulled off his shoes violently,
freeing his legs completely from his pants, and leaving him naked
from the waist down.  His legs spread wide, He leaned back weakly
into the hotel room chair.  She could see his legs were shaking
and covered with sweat and she ran her eyes up and down the
length of his body for three seconds before leaning in suddenly
and grabbing the shirt he was wearing and ripping it open as she
climbed into his lap, threading her legs through the openings
under the chair's armrests on either side.

She felt his hardness pressing against her soaking, thrumming
opening for just a moment as she held herself over him, eyes
closed.  She thought she could feel herself dripping on her
partner's twitching cock.  Then she opened her eyes, and locking
her gaze with Mulder's, she lowered herself completely over him,
crying out in tandem with him as she felt him stretch her flesh
and fill her in every way she had ever needed.  Ahhhhhhhh

.........

As Scully's body enveloped him, he stared deeply into her eyes
and yelled with the pure force of the pleasure as he heard Scully
scream at the same time, eyes locked with his.  He felt the soft,
tight HEAT of her, sucking him deeply up into her body and he
felt like he was EXACTLY where he wanted to be more than anywhere
in this entire world.  He wrapped his arms around the small, soft
body in front of him and pulled Scully's body hard up against his
own, her head fitting beautifully into the space below his chin,
her breasts squashed up against his chest, but this time with no
barrier of cloth between them.  He felt her heartbeat playing in
wild tempo with his own and his fingers dug into the soft flesh
of back, pressing her even more tightly against him, as if he
could merge his body with hers from top to bottom, not just at
their sexes.

GOD.  This was SCULLY...Scully impaled on him...Scully sweaty and
moaning against his chest...Scully's hands raking up and down his
back, leaving wonderful scratches and trails of fire and pleasure
and pain.  She wasn't moving yet and he was grateful, because he
felt that if she did move, he would come right now, and he wanted
it to last just a little longer.  Just a little bit more.

More than anything, he first wanted to see her come...OH how he
wanted to see her come.  He wanted to see that usually TOTALLY in
control, rational, skeptical face of hers contort and twist and
melt with the abandon of an intense orgasm that HE, Fox Mulder,
was responsible for.  He wanted to make her come more than he
needed to come himself...and he needed to come very, VERY badly.

He felt her start to rock backward with her hips, sliding her way
off his penis a little, and he pushed down on her ass with his
hands, holding her still for just a moment longer so he could
control himself.  He felt his cock twitch inside her and willed
himself NOT to climax.

When he felt that he wasn't going to start convulsing with her
next move, he eased his hands away from her ass and let her rock
back.  Her breasts peeled away from his chest with a wet sound
and he slid his hands up her body and covered her breasts with
his shaking, sweaty hands.

OH GOD they were so SOFT and yet firm and just exactly the right
size to be fully covered by his hands and the FEELING of her
softness in the hardness of his hands made him throw back his
head and bite his lower lip with the effort of not coming once
again.

He tried to think of something other than the fact that Scully
 was fucking him and scratching up his back and
licking his neck...blank paper...cell phones...rental
cars...hotel rooms...naked partners...oops...hotel
rooms...bathrooms...jerking off...this wasn't working.

He knew he couldn't last much longer, and from the way Scully was
grinding against him and groaning and almost crying, he assessed
that she was close as well.  He took her nipples between his
fingers and rolled them in time with her pelvic grinding and
heard her scream his name in a guttural, totally animal way and
he held back his own climax with sheer force of will as he
watched her lose control.  He thought had never seen such a
beautiful site.

.........

Scully felt Mulder's fingers pinch her nipples as her clit ground
against his pubic bone and she felt his cock ram against the
opening of her womb and she suddenly felt like her whole body was
flying apart...Jolts of pure pleasure slammed through her body
over and over and over and over as she rode Mulder's hips and
opened her mouth to let out the most animal sound she could ever
remember hearing in her entire life.

"AHHHHHHHHHH GOD GOD GOD MULDER MULDER MUHHHHHLDERRRR!
MUUUHHHHH!"  Her body thrashed against his as the waves subsided
and she felt his body begin to jump and buck beneath her.

"UHHHHHHHH GOD! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!  SCUHHHHH  SCUHHHHLLLLLL"  Mulder
jerked under her body, thrusting himself more deeply up into her
and sinking his fingers deeply into the tender flesh of her
breasts, squeezing them hard and spasming with bucks and cries,
sliding around on the hotel room chair.  His cries became gasps
as he came down, finally stilling his thrusting hips and relaxing
his grip on her breasts.

They both sat, entangled in one another, breathing in rasps and
gasps, the sweat starting to tickle as it trickled down their
bodies.

Finally, Mulder wrapped his slippery arms around Scully and she
turned her head up to look at his face.  His eyes were drifting
opened and closed and there were droplets of sweat on his
eyelashes and above his upper lip.  She looked up into his face,
feeling like she never wanted to look at anything else ever
again.

Mulder gradually became aware that Scully was looking up at him
from his lap and he licked his lower lip, seeing the glistening
sweat on her nose, cheeks and chin.

His hands slid up her wet body and he took her face in both his
hands.  Her face was small in his big hands, and she felt like a
fragile, precious doll.  He gazed deeply into her eyes and she
looked directly back and it was as if their very souls embraced
one another.

He lowered his mouth to hers and felt her soft perfect lips yield
immediately to his kiss, as he breathed and felt her own hot
breath.  Their mouths sealed and their tongues finally met in a
way that almost seemed more intimate than what their bodies had
just done.  He slowly let his tongue swirl around hers, stroking
the underside, licking the sides and he felt her lick and suck
his lower lip, that small tongue working its way around his
mouth, pressing against his teeth and twisting around his own
tongue in an amazing oral embrace.

..........

Scully felt that luscious mouth close on hers and she sucked at
that impossibly sexy plump lower lip of his.  Her tongue wanted
to taste every little bit of him and she felt his own tongue
sliding like velvet over every inch of her mouth.  She felt like
she could just drink in his kisses forever.

.........

He finally pulled his mouth from hers, feeling the lack of her
immediately.  He looked at her face, taking in the amazing site
of a totally spent, sweaty and pleasured Scully, and sighed
softly.

"Scully...I...I want you to know..."

Scully smiled up at him and he thought he would cry from the joy
that flooded his heart.

"Mulder...I love you, you know."

"I love you too."  He could barely get the words out for the
emotion they contained.  Then he did feel one small tear tickle
the corner of his eye and he blinked it away.

Scully's eyes shone with unshed tears as she smiled up into his
face for another moment, then she laid her head against his chest
and listened to his heart beat and she wrapped her arms around
him.

.........................

END