Title:          Bad II:  Reprisal (or Mulder's Turn)
Author:         Lovesfox
E-mail:         lovesfox@rogers.com
Rating:		NC-17 (language and consensual sex)
Category:	Smut, RST, Scully POV
Spoilers:	None (you might want to read Bad first though)
Summary:	After the events in Bad, Mulder extracts his 'revenge'

Disclaimer:	Don't own them, never will.  Please don't sue.

Warning:	Contains adult situations, may not be suitable for all 
                readers.  Mulder and Scully have sex.  Elements of bondage.

Note:           This immediately follows the events in Bad, with Mulder 
                driving Scully home from her assignment.
               
Thanks:         My beta-readers and encouragement squad, MAL, Nancy and 
                Traci.




Bad II: Reprisal
By Lovesfox


Part I


Scully watched Mulder through the fan of her lashes as he skillfully 
weaved the car through the afternoon traffic.  Both his hands were 
wrapped firmly around the wheel, in the correct driving positions, at 
2 and 10 o'clock, and for the most part his gaze had remained steadily 
on the road since pulling out of his parking space down the street 
from the abandoned store that had been the Command Center for the sting 
operation she had been involved with.  

After they had driven for about 10 minutes though, he had begun to flick 
his eyes in her direction every once in a while, and each glance was 
filled with heat.

Her body was responding to that heat.

Her 'bad' behavior had shocked him back at the White Horse Motel, Scully
knew that, and until he had started sending those occasional little 
glances, she had half-way suspected that he might actually be angry with 
her.   She had been finding him very difficult to read, ever since they 
had gotten into his car.

She allowed herself to relax slightly now that it no longer seemed to be 
the case, letting her spine ease back more comfortably into the cushions 
of the seat, and her shoulders to drop from their tense hold.

They had been lovers for only a short time, and with their work schedule 
of late, they had not been able to spend much time together, biblically or 
otherwise.  Thus their limited sexual encounters, while definitely mind-
blowing and very satisfying, had left her wishing for a chance to explore.  
For a little variety.  

Or perhaps fantasizing about it was a better term.  At inopportune moments, 
of course – like in the very full elevator of the Hoover building, for 
instance, or during a meeting with Skinner. 

She still wasn't sure what it was that had made her put them at risk 
of being discovered, but it was possibly due to those fantasies.  Maybe 
it was her normally well-hidden wild side emerging after hours spent 
contemplating the underbelly of society up close and personal.  She knew 
it wasn't as if she'd been aroused by the numerous Johns she and the other 
undercover agents had encountered, but rather the thought that Mulder had 
witnessed her in action, and that he might have been aroused by it too.  

Once she had gotten over her initial anger about him showing up, that is, 
and seen the look in his eyes when he had taken in her hooker get-up.

Scully also had to admit that she had gotten very turned on by the way 
Mulder had rather quickly acquiesced to her demands, or her domination, 
despite his attempts to take control of the situation.

Throughout her hooker shift, she had kept her mind busy by imagining 
her and Mulder in a variety of positions and locations.  Although a 
seedy motel had definitely not come to mind.  Not until she had gotten 
him into the room, that is.

Scully smiled inwardly, for their activity on the chair had certainly 
been something she had imagined, thanks in part to a historical romance 
novel she had once read, and a particular portion that had remained 
locked in her memory.  Of course she had improvised a little with the 
scene, courtesy of a porno movie she had watched some time ago, which 
had made the experience even more exciting and pleasurable.  For both 
of them, she knew without a doubt. 

A thought occurred to her then, about Mulder's somewhat vast collection 
of porno films.  He probably never even imagined that she had watched 
them in the past and that she wouldn't mind watching one with him now 
and then.  Or that in college she had been quite experimental, although 
definitely still very careful, where sex was concerned.  

Perhaps she should bring the topic up one night.  Then again, after her 
actions of today, things were bound to change.

The car had been silent for so long, the radio not even on, that Scully 
finally felt she had to say something.  "Mulder?" she asked quietly.  
When there was no response, she said his name again, a little louder.

"Huh?" he finally responded, and sent one of those looks her way, holding 
her gaze for a moment before returning his eyes to the road.

Hoo-boy.  

There was no mistaking the desire there.  Scully felt herself flush, and 
her limbs felt weighted, heavy.

"Is everything...are you okay, Mulder?" She had not intended for the words 
to come out throaty, but they had.

He was silent for a long minute, but as the car glided to a stop at a red 
light, he turned his head to look at her fully.  She watched as his eyes 
dropped from hers to her lips, lingered briefly and then dropped again to 
the gaping neckline of her blousy shirt.  

Her nipples hardened instantly.

"I'm a little...tense," he finally said, meeting her eyes once more.  The 
words were obviously laced with innuendo.  He then looked down at his own 
lap, and her gaze followed as if drawn there, seeing the unmistakable 
bulge in his pants.  

Scully inhaled sharply, feeling desire pool low in her belly, and her eyes 
flew back up to his, unconsciously licking her lips.  She watched the 
pupils in his eyes contract when she did, and then he mimicked the gesture, 
dragging his tongue slowly along his pouty lower lip.

Oh, God.  She wished it were her tongue on that lip.

She leaned towards him, intending to capture it with her teeth and suck 
it into her...

A honk sounded behind them, loud and intruding, and they both jumped, the 
spell broken.  Scully released her next breath with a harsh, shaky sound, 
sagging back into her seat, while Mulder dragged his eyes away from her 
to face forward.  

The light was green.  She saw his hands tighten on the wheel, his chest 
rising and falling rapidly for a moment, and the car gave a surge as he 
practically stomped down on the gas pedal, propelling her back hard into 
her seat.  Her hand came up automatically to brace herself against the 
doorframe, and lowered again when he switched lanes and slowed down a 
little.

She tried to distract herself from her arousal, and turned her gaze to 
the scenery out the side window.  Naturally her thoughts wandered, and 
she found herself recalling what had happened after they had left the 
motel parking lot.

From the way he had hastened after her when she had called over her 
shoulder, telling him it was his turn to be bad, and the way the very 
air around them had shivered and crackled with sexual tension, she had 
thought with a hint of scandalized excitement that he might have tried 
to jump her once they got into his car.  Instead, after he had buckled 
himself in, he had taken a deep breath and started the engine, before 
pulling out into traffic.  Her fingers had fumbled as she hastened to 
snap her seatbelt in place too.

So much for a distraction.  

She was now picturing herself climbing into the back seat of the car 
and yanking on his tie for him to join her, and then the two of them 
going at it like two teenagers in a borrowed station wagon.

The car slowed, and she dragged her eyes open, blinking heavily, to see 
that Mulder was making the turn onto her street.  A moment later he was 
signaling and guiding the car over to the curb, into a vacant spot 
almost directly in front of her building.  He cut the engine a second 
later.

Scully fumbled with her seat belt, her fingers nerveless, and as it 
clicked open, heard the snick of Mulder's seatbelt releasing too.  It 
was inordinately loud, and so were all the other sounds as he exited 
the car - the jangle of his keys, the rustling of his clothing, the pop 
and slam of his door opening and closing – like her senses were on high 
alert.  

She groped for the door handle, and had to yank at it twice before the 
door finally opened.  Swinging one leg out, she felt her heel hit the 
pavement, and heard Mulder's indrawn breath.  When she looked up at him, 
it was to see his eyes focused at what her pose unknowingly had revealed
 — her skirt had ridden up, exposing the top of her stocking and a 
section of bare skin.  Much further, and he would have been staring at 
her panties.

He sucked his lower lip in, and a flush spread on his cheeks.  Seeing 
that, Scully curbed her impulse to push the skirt back into place, and 
instead held out her hand for him to assist her from the car when his 
gaze moved up to her face.  His hand was hot when he grabbed hers, and 
his yank was more forceful than was necessary, causing her to fall 
against him.

The contact was electrifying.  

Scully gasped, dimly aware of Mulder's low groan.  His hands had 
automatically landed on her hips, supporting her weight, while hers 
had grasped his upper arms, and they were pressed together from chest 
to groin.  With their height difference, despite her higher than 
normal heels, that meant his groin was level with her belly.

And, unless he had started carrying his gun in the front of his pants, 
he was very happy to see her.

His grip on her hips tightened spasmodically, and he groaned again, 
deeply, as he pushed against her with a slight thrusting motion.  She 
sucked in a breath when her own hips bucked in reply, feeling the 
tension coiled deep inside, and swept her arms up to encircle his neck 
and draw him closer.  Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and he 
groaned again before his head swooped down to engage her in a hungry 
kiss.

Their tongues dueled for long moments before she had the presence of mind 
to recall that they were outside by his car in front of her building and 
not in the privacy of her apartment.  

She pulled her lips free with a moist, sucking sound and gasped his name 
as his lips immediately went to her neck and got to work nibbling and 
tonguing the rapidly beating pulse there.  Her knees buckled slightly, 
and he released his hold on one hip to swoop his arm around her back and 
hold her steady.  It felt so good, but they had to stop.  

"Mulder," she tried again.  "Inside.  My apartment."  She was only capable 
of short sentences at this point.

His lips stopped, and then his head was lifting, looking around.  "Jesus," 
he muttered, and moved swiftly, grabbing her hand with one of his, and 
slamming her door shut with the other.  He tugged at her arm, and they 
began walking to the entrance, Mulder keeping her strategically placed 
just in front of him, in an attempt to hide his blatant arousal.

The journey from the car to her door took longer than usual, for they 
stopped several times at his insistence to play 'tonsil hockey' as he 
had once termed the long, deep kisses where his tongue seemed determined 
to reach her heart.  His hands were not still either, shaping and squeezing 
and stroking her flesh through and under her clothes, leaving her breathless 
and wanting.

It was fortunate they had encountered none of her neighbors or other tenants 
of the building.

But finally they reached their destination, and while Mulder plastered his 
body to the back of hers and teased her with sucking kisses to the nape of 
her neck, Scully struggled to insert the key in the lock and open the door.  
It took several tries, for her hands were not steady, and on one particular 
attempt, she almost dropped the key, and actually squeaked in surprise when 
one of his hands slid down her belly and up under her skirt to cup her 
through her panties, while his teeth nipped at an earlobe.  

Mulder apparently had no trouble multi-tasking, and yet she could not even 
manage to carry out the simple process of unlocking a door. 

She succeeded at last, and moved inside, with Mulder still molded to her 
like a second skin, and his hands busy.  He kicked the door shut with one 
leg and propelled her forward until she was bent at the waist over the back 
of her couch.  He used his knee to nudge her legs apart, and then pushed his 
foot against one of hers to widen her stance.  Her keys and the handbag she 
had carried to hold her weapon fell with soft thuds onto the cushions.  

Mulder remained upright, with only his groin and hands in contact with her 
body.

Those hands were low on her hips, the fingers splayed and just brushing the 
top of her mound.  Even through the material of her skirt she could feel 
their heat.  She wanted that heat on her bare skin.

As if he had read her mind, Mulder slid his hands down over the short skirt 
to her thighs, and back up again.  But on the trip up, he was beneath the 
skirt, tickling along her stocking-clad legs until he reached the tops of 
the stockings.  He toyed briefly with a garter strap on each side before 
moving back to her hips.  There his nimble fingers quickly unsnapped the 
tiny side clips that held her panties closed, and seconds later she felt 
the panties being drawn away, followed by a rush of cool air on her now 
throbbing sex.

His hands were not gone long; just the amount of time it would take to toss 
her panties aside, and then they were on her bare flesh.  Both hands filled 
themselves with the cheeks of her ass under the skirt, kneading and squeezing 
her flesh before moving to nudge the material upwards out of his way.

Then one hand was resting on her back, almost as if he was holding her in 
position, and she sensed he was leaning back.  Looking at her.  She had a 
vague notion that she should be embarrassed by that fact, seeing in her 
mind the picture she must be presenting.  Bent over her couch, her skirt 
rucked up, bare except for garters and stockings, ass tilted up...Oh God, 
was he staring at the wet triangle between her legs?

A long moment passed, and then his weight was against her, his free hand 
sliding over her hip to cup her wetness.  Scully sucked in her breath and 
bucked against his hand, feeling him answer with a thrust of his hips, 
pressing his still-clothed hardness into the cleft of her buttocks.  

One long finger slid between her lips and inside, and her muscles contracted 
around the digit.  She felt him lean over her, until his chest was pressed 
along her back, his other hand swooping around her and diving beneath her 
flimsy blouse to grope a breast, and his hot breath on her neck.

"Does this feel good?" he crooned in her ear, before his tongue darted out 
to trace the shell of her ear.  His fingers slipped under the bra's cup, and 
teased at her hard nipple.

"Yessssss..."she sighed, and started to move in response to the dual stimulation.  
Her hips lifted, to encourage him to move his finger within her, and she thrust 
her chest forward as much as she was able to push her breast more fully into his 
hand.

The finger inside her immediately pulled out, and he let it rest along her 
fevered flesh, not moving at all, while his other hand slid out from her bra. 
He then stepped even closer to her, pushing her with his superior weight until 
her thighs were right against the back of the couch, holding her still.  "Ah, 
ah, ah..." he whispered, and bit on her earlobe.

Scully gasped, at the tiny dart of erotic pain, and at the fact that the exact 
moment he bit her earlobe, he thrust his finger back inside her, deep, and his 
other hand darted under her bra again so that he could pinch her nipple with 
the index finger and thumb.

That was all though.  Just the quick, almost sharp pinch and the one thrust.  
He did not move the finger inside her at all, despite the fact that she was 
clenching and unclenching around it.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, and squirmed, wiggling her hips, trying to move against 
his finger because he would not.

"Scully."  He said it sternly, right by her ear, and withdrew his finger again.

She mourned its loss, feeling empty inside, and wanting, and could not help her 
sigh of frustration.

He chuckled, and his lips brushed against her ear, sending a shiver skittering 
down her spine.

The bastard.

She gritted her teeth to hold back the words, and ended up holding back a moan 
as well, when his finger plunged inside her yet again.  This time however, he 
did more than just hold it there.  He thrust it in and out rapidly a few times, 
while pushing his erection even harder into her ass.  

But he still would not let her move, except for the internal spasms she could not 
control.  

"Mulderrrrr..." she whined, even as she hated herself for doing so.  She was 
almost panting with need, desperate to move, desperate for fulfillment.  He 
had easily turned the tables, wresting control from her without effort.

Scully could feel the heat of his rapid breaths against the skin of her neck, 
and was slightly vindicated.  He was not immune to the torment he was inflicting
on her.  Now if she could only use that fact to her benefit.

She could try talking dirty to him.  She had noticed over their years together 
he was easily stimulated, not only by sight and touch, but also by sound.  He 
had certainly responded to her voice in the motel room, her breathy words and 
her commands.

She was just about to speak, but the words died on her mouth as he withdrew his 
finger, his other hand leaving her breast, and moved away from her.  She waited 
for a breathless second, and when he made no further move to touch her, 
straightened from her position over the couch, turning around to face him.  

"Mulder?" she asked.

His dark eyes glittered at her.  "I have to go, Scully," he said, and his voice 
was deeper than normal, and a little husky.

What the hell?  

She hadn't realized she had said the words out loud, until he responded with, 
"We'll have to finish this another time.  I have some things to do."  Before 
she could say anything else, he stepped forward and leaned close to her ear.  
"My turn to be bad will have to be later."

Later?  Her lips moved, but not sound came out.

She wanted to scream.  She wanted to smack him.  But most of all, she wanted 
to fuck him.  Right there and then.  Bent over her couch, on the floor, against 
a wall, it didn't matter.

And he was leaving.

He was already at the door, one hand on the doorknob, the other straightening 
his slightly crooked tie.  It was then that she noticed he was still fully 
dressed.  Other than her panties, which she spied lying on the floor a few feet
away, so was she.  Yet she felt naked.

Hot.

Aroused.

And he had opened the door.

"I'll call you when I'm done, okay?" Mulder said as he turned and walked out 
of her apartment, but not before she caught what could have been a smirk on 
his face.

Now she just wanted to shoot him.  Forget about the sex, and shoot him.

There was a soft click as he shut the door, and she remained standing there, 
slightly stunned, staring at its wood surface, before she finally broke out 
of her paralysis and stalked over to the door.  She turned the lock with a 
quick flick of her wrist and spun around, her hands on her hips, to stare at 
the empty room, breaths escaping in small, uncontrolled pants.

She felt flushed, the blood coursing heavily through her body.  Her nipples 
were tight and aching, and her center was still pulsing erratically, feeling 
empty and bereft.

Her gaze was caught by the sight of her panties, lying on the floor where 
Mulder had tossed them after yanking them off of her.  With a growl, she 
kicked off her spiked heels, letting them fall where they may, and headed 
to her bedroom, leaving the panties where they were.

By the time she had discarded her clothes in either her hamper or her dry 
cleaning bag, slid into her robe and started running a bath, she had calmed 
down a little.  It had taken her a few minutes, but his behavior and some of 
the things he had said had finally clicked in.

Mulder was indeed being bad.

Scully shook her head slightly, telling herself it was no use thinking about 
it, she'd only end up angry and frustrated, and headed down the hall to the 
kitchen to get a glass of wine.  She poured one from the half-empty bottle 
she pulled from her wine rack, left over from a dinner with her mother, and 
quickly downed most of the glass.  Refilling it, this time she merely sipped 
the tart liquid as she moved over to the stereo and flicked it on.

It was a little early in the evening for a bath and bed, but as she now had no 
plans and was actually quite tired after walking the streets all day, reasoned 
it was a good a time as any.

Upon re-entering the bathroom, she saw that the tub was nearly full, bubbles on 
the brink of spilling out onto the floor.  Placing her glass of wine down on the 
floor near the head of the tub, she turned off the taps, shed her robe, tied her 
hair back in a scrunchie with quick, economical movements, and stepped carefully 
into the steaming water.  She heard splashes as some cascaded over the lip of the 
tub and hit the tiles, but did not care. 

The heat stung momentarily, and she waited to let her skin adjust for a moment 
before easing completely down and getting comfortable, resting her neck on the 
rim of the tub and letting her eyes slip shut.

She ran her hands lazily through the water and bubbles, and felt the strain in 
over-worked muscles begin to ease.  

Now if only she had someone to give her feet a massage she'd be in business.  
Her arches were killing her after hours of parading up and down the uneven 
sidewalk along the street on which the White Horse Motel was located.  Not to 
mention being stuffed in those 'fuck me' shoes, which had also made her toes 
cramp.

Thinking about her sore feet and foot massages made her remember the first time 
she had received one from Mulder.  She could still recall the warmth of his hands 
and the firm pressure of his thumbs as he had kneaded the arch of one foot one 
day not so long ago after a routine investigation had resulted in them having to 
chase down their suspect through a series of abandoned warehouses.  And how he 
had then lifted her foot up to his mouth and first kissed her arch before doing 
something she had found a little strange but incredibly erotic.  

He had sucked her big toe into his mouth and then proceeded  to tease it with his 
tongue and teeth.

The memory had her foot twitching in remembered pain/pleasure, and sent a tiny 
dart of heat straight to her core.  Her mind continued to replay the event, how 
Mulder, after sucking each of her toes in turn, had then licked and kissed his 
way up her leg to her wet center.

Scully twitched a little, and shifted restlessly.  The water moved gently, 
caressingly, on her skin, like a lover's soft touch.  She ached for more.  

Unbidden, her hand had drifted to her leg, and was now stroking softly up and 
down her thigh.   It brushed against the curls at the apex of her legs, sending 
a tingle throughout her body, and her eyes popped open.

She was tempted to let her hand continue its journey, and ease some of the tension 
that Mulder had awoken in her body, but clenched her teeth and willed the thought, 
and her hand, away.  Since she and Mulder had become lovers, she had not needed or 
wanted the empty, lonely pleasure she could wring from herself with her own hand.

She would not resort to it now.

She wanted Mulder.

With a mingled growl of frustration and petulant anger, Scully sat up and reached 
for her loofah and body soap.  So much for a relaxing bath, if all she could do 
was lie there and think of Mulder and what they could have been or could still be 
doing right that very minute.

She squirted some of the soap on the loofah and lifting one leg, began scrubbing.  
Her initial pass was rough due to her annoyance, scratching at her skin, and she 
eased up until her movements were smooth and even.

Minutes later she was thoroughly washed, and standing on her mat drying her body 
with a fluffy towel while the water and bubbles gurgled their way down the drain.  
After rubbing on her moisturizer and washing her face, she slid her robe back on 
and picked up her wineglass.  She sipped from it as she walked into her bedroom to 
debate between leggings and a tee shirt, her normal after-work/before-bedtime 
attire, or just slipping on silky boxers and a tank top, the pajamas she wore when 
it was warm. 

Still flushed from the heat of the bath, and finding the apartment rather warm, she 
opted for the shorts and tank.  She wasn't going anywhere, nor was she going to have 
any company, so what the hell?

That decided, Scully tossed the silk robe onto the chair in the corner and slipped 
into the shorts, shivering slightly at the feel of the cool material sliding up her 
legs.  The tank was next, and once it was on, she scooped up her wine glass and 
headed down the hall to the kitchen.

She was not overly hungry, but knew if she didn't eat a little something she would 
be up in the middle of the night.

Fortunately she had the makings of a decent salad, which she tossed together quickly 
and efficiently.  She ate it while standing up and leaning against the counter; the 
now freshly refilled wine glass close at hand.

The dishes took only moments, as did refilling her wine once again, and holding her 
glass, she headed into the living room, first to turn her stereo off, and then to 
sink down into her couch, intending to watch some mindless television.   

She leaned forward, holding the wine glass up and out exaggeratedly to avoid spilling 
it, and scooped up the converter.  Flicking the TV on, she went through the channels 
quickly, seeing nothing of interest, and finally settled on CNN.  She leaned back 
into the cushions of the couch and sipped at her wine as she watched a recap of the 
day's events around the world.

Except her mind kept returning to what had happened, or nearly happened, on the back 
of the couch not so long ago.  Scully felt herself flush, and tried to blame it on 
the wine she had consumed.  But she knew it was from the memory of Mulder's fingers 
on and in her body.

Damn it!  She couldn't even relax on her couch.  With a quick stab at the converter 
she turned the television off and tossed it towards the coffee table.  It fell short, 
hitting the edge, and landed on the floor.  Ignoring it, Scully heaved herself off 
the couch, ever mindful of her wine, and stalked down the hallway to her bedroom.  
She might as well go to bed.  

Sure it was still very early, but she was not up to going out, and she didn't feel 
like calling her mother to chat.  And she definitely was not going to call Mulder.

Thinking about him wasn't going to be conductive to sleeping, so she resolved to 
banish him from her mind.  She was not going to toss and turn and torment herself 
with dreams of what could have been; she was going to get a nice, restful sleep.  

Tossing back the last of her wine, she placed the empty glass down on her night 
table and made a quick trip back to the bathroom to brush her teeth and put her 
facial moisturizer on.  

Flicking the bathroom light off, she returned to her bedroom, turned off the 
bedside lamp, and lifting the covers, slid into her bed.

***

Part II  (Hours Later)


A touch, gossamer-light, on her cheek.

Scully, not deeply asleep, but not awake either, turned her head to the side on 
her pillow to escape the ticklish feeling, and shifted slightly on the bed.   

Cold.

The thought flickered at the edges of her mind, disturbing her further, and she 
reached out to pull the covers up to her neck.

Only her arm wouldn't move.

She made a questioning sound that was half-moan, and half an attempt at a word.  
"Mmmwha…?"  and tried to move her arm again.  

A sharp tugging on her wrist as her arm once again refused to move had her 
jolting awake.

Awake to utter blackness, blackness darker than the night should be, and the 
realization that she was blindfolded and tied to her bed by her wrists.

She sucked in a huge lungful of air, panicked, and heard someone say, "Shhhhh..." 
just as a warm, rough hand pressed over her lips to halt the scream that had been 
milliseconds away from being released.  Her nostrils flared, and she recognized 
his scent.

Mulder.

The fear that had been building to a crescendo within her subsided, and she sank 
back into the pillows, having automatically lunged forward in an attempt at escape,
even while she knew logically it was futile – the tug on her wrists while brief, 
had revealed that the bindings were quite secure.  And Mulder was always thorough.

Her heart was still pounding furiously though, despite the knowledge that it was 
Mulder and she was not in danger, or at least not the kind of danger one dreaded 
or feared, and she was panting slightly, now that his hand had moved away from her 
mouth.  He had done so slowly, having let it slide away with a caress of a calloused 
thumb across her bottom lip that had left it tingling for more of his touch.

He spoke again, his voice whisper-soft, yet full of husky promise.  "It's okay, 
Scully.  It's only me."

Only him, Scully snorted to herself.  Only the man who had teased her to a fever 
pitch and then left her high and dry not too many hours ago.  Only the man who 
already had her pulse racing for an entirely different reason than fright.

"Mulder, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice high and a little rough.  She 
had to admit she was more than a little excited at the fact that she was apparently
at his mercy, and intensely curious as to what he had planned.  And aroused.

"I'm being bad, Scully," he whispered, right in her ear, and then nipped her lobe.

She couldn't help the involuntary shudder that ran through her, or the little yelp 
that escaped her lips.

He chuckled, and the sound and his warm breath washed over her, sending another 
shudder skittering along her spine.  She squirmed, twisting her body slightly to 
escape the sensation, and it was this movement that helped her realize something 
else.

She was naked from the waist down, wearing only the thin silk tank top.  And a 
blindfold and wrist restraints, of course.  She could not forget those.  He had 
at some point while she was asleep slipped her silk boxers off too.  All without 
disturbing her.

The feeling from early on in the evening, when she had been bent over her couch, 
panty-less and with her skirt pushed up, returned full force.  She was lying on 
her bed, fully exposed to him.  She could not help the instinctive move to close 
her legs, or the blush that rushed to her cheeks.

At the same time, she was also extremely aware of the moisture that had pooled 
between her legs at the thought of having herself bared to him that way.

Mulder's voice was in her ear again, still soft, with just the faintest hint of 
worry.  "Scully, you're okay with this, right?  I mean, if being blindfolded and 
tied up is too much for you, I'll release you right now, and spend the rest of my 
life in atonement to you."

Scully was torn between amusement at the word atonement, another surge of arousal 
as she imagined what direction his 'atonement' would take, in the form of a picture 
of him tied up at her mercy, and the absolute honesty in his words.  He was truly 
concerned that she might be frightened or upset by what he had done.

"I'm okay with this, Mulder," she whispered.  To reassure him further, not to 
mention enhancing her own excitement at actually saying the words, by admitting 
the feeling out loud, she added, "I'm very turned on, Mulderrrr."  She purred 
his name the second time, recalling her earlier thought that he might be vocally 
stimulated.

The whistle as he sucked in a breath of air proved something had definitely 
stimulated him, whether it was her admission at being turned on, or her 
exaggerated usage of his name. His next words confirmed that both assumptions 
were correct.  "Scullleee," he hissed.  "Jesus, hearing you say that turns me 
on.  And I love to hear you say my name like that.  Christ, I love hearing you 
say my name any way."

Even as his words were sending another delicious shiver through her, she was 
filing that little nugget of information away for future reference.

The mattress dipped then, by her upper body, and she had a moment to wonder 
what he had been doing before when he talked to her, for she hadn't felt him 
at all unless he wanted her to.  The thought flew out of her head when she 
felt first the warm rush of air as he breathed next to her ear, and then his 
lips were on her lobe again, drawing it into his mouth and suckling for a moment.  
She could also feel the heat of his body close to hers.

He used his teeth next, gently biting down on the tender flesh, before soothing 
the slight sting with his tongue and lips.  All the while he exhaled softly into 
her ear, which caused shivers to course through her body almost continually.

Her ears were very sensitive, an extremely potent erogenous zone.  As Mulder had 
found out early on in their newfound, physical relationship, and occasionally 
exploited.  Such exploitment was eventually to their mutual benefit.

She arched her head back and to one side, offering up the tender flesh of her 
neck to his mouth.  To be honest, any place Mulder touched, particularly with 
his tongue and lips, was a potential erogenous zone.  

"Mmmmm..." he mumbled as he took her offering, tongue lathing its way down a 
tendon and then over to the hollow of her throat, where it dipped and swirled 
for a moment.  "You like this, don't you?"

Despite the smugness in his tone, Scully hummed her agreement and pleasure.  
God, how could she not?  The man was very talented with his tongue, among 
other things.  If her eyes weren't held shut by the blindfold, a soft velvet 
cloth she had just deduced, they would be rolling back in her head right now.

Mulder chuckled, the sound reverberating against her skin, and then pulled away 
from her neck.  A moment later she knew he had also gotten off the bed because 
she could no longer feel his heat, and she had felt the mattress move.   

"Mulder?" she nearly whimpered, confused.

"Don't worry, Scully," he whispered.  "I'm not going anywhere."

She thought his voice had come from down by the foot of the bed, and when she 
felt a warm hand brush delicately over her ankle, making her foot twitch, knew 
she had been correct.

A moment later she heard a scratching sound, followed by a whoosh.  She turned 
her head towards where she thought the noises had come from, and her nose caught 
the faint smell of sulfur.  Had he lit a match?   

More sounds, rustling and a muffled clunk or two.  These were soon followed by 
the faint scent of wax and other sweet smells.  Then her brain clicked in gear 
– Mulder was lighting candles, aromatic ones.  She inhaled deeply, vanilla and 
jasmine heady and heavy in her nose.  A smile flitted across her face, for both 
scents were purported aphrodisiacs.  Mulder had apparently been quite busy after 
he'd left her in her high state of arousal earlier in the evening.  

The thought was both an accelerant for her current state of arousal, and a salve 
for her still wounded pride.  

There was silence then, and she cocked her head to the side, hoping to catch some 
sound that would give her a hint of what he intended next.  But she heard nothing.  
The room suddenly felt empty, bereft.  She shifted restlessly, her bare legs 
sliding against the soft cotton sheets, and finally whispered, "Mulder?"

Still nothing.

Her heart was thudding in her chest, echoing loudly in her ears.  She was as 
curious as she was aroused, and although her first attempt at dislodging the 
velvet cloth around her eyes had proved futile, she tried again.  Lifting her 
right shoulder and tilting her head to the side until her ear was touched, she 
rubbed gently, hoping the material would catch.

It did not move at first, so she tried a little harder, and was rewarded by the 
blindfold moving perhaps a millimeter.  Feeling victorious, Scully smiled, and 
then suddenly heard Mulder's voice.

"Ah, ah, ah."  Smoky tones that were both a tease and a warning.

She hadn't even heard him re-enter the room, if that had indeed been the case.  
For all she knew, he might have been there the entire time, watching her.  She 
shivered at the thought and slowly straightened her head, relaxing back against 
her pillow.  Or tried to relax, anyway.

A slight whisper of sound, like silk sliding over flesh, reached her ears, and 
then the mattress dipped near her hip a second later.  Something brushed her 
upper thigh, and she had an impression of soft, hot skin and baby fine hairs 
before the sensation was gone.  Mulder's leg – his bare leg?

"That was naughty of you, Scully," Mulder whispered then, directly in her ear, 
her pillow now shifting with what could be his elbow leaning on it, and she 
shivered again.  "Trying to remove your blindfold."  There was a small rush of 
air over her face, and then what felt like a finger skimming along the velvet 
band that lay across her eyes and the skin above her ear.  "I put it there for 
a reason, Scully.  And I want it to stay there."

The gentle pressure returned on the cloth covering her eyes, and when it reached 
the bridge of her nose, she knew it was indeed his finger.  It moved downwards in 
a soft caress that followed the slight roundness at the end of her nose and settled 
in the swell of her upper lip for a moment.  She had automatically pursed her lips 
closed when Mulder had started talking about the blindfold, but when his finger 
dragged across her upper lip, they parted on a sigh.

Mulder ran his finger along her bottom lip as well, and then his hand was gone.  
"Should you be punished, Scully?" he asked, once again speaking in a whisper and 
directly into her ear.  "Hmmmm?"  His hand settled on her shoulder, a heavy, 
unexpected weight, and she startled, her body jerking unnaturally.  "Though...I 
suppose that wouldn't be very fair of me, as I didn't tell you not to remove it, 
now did I?"

Scully knew the question was rhetorical, and more then likely all part of the game 
Mulder was apparently playing.  She was interested of course, how could she not be, 
but feeling a little out of the loop.  It was like entering a playing field without 
knowing all the rules.  So she said nothing, nor moved, awaiting his pleasure.

In more ways then one, the tiny voice in her head smirked.

"Then again," he continued, his voice no longer a whisper, but still quiet.  His 
tone was that of a lecturer about to address his assembly.  "'Punishment' is a very 
ambiguous word, isn't it?  Very layered.  With many intents, and meanings."  One of 
the fingers of his hand that had been resting motionless on her shoulder began to 
move lightly back and forth, in a seemingly abstract manner.  "For instance, to some, 
a touch such as this," and here she felt fingers stroking feather-light over her bare 
hip, raising goosebumps and making her squirm away, biting her lip over a gasping moan, 
"might be torturous."  

The tickling fingers thankfully left her hip, and she started to breathe again, 
wondering what his next move was going to be.  Then the fingers were back, on her 
stomach, where her tank top had ridden up slightly.  He circled her belly button 
with the tip of one finger, making her squirm again – she was ticklish everywhere, 
a fact her brothers had exploited for years, and she had until now managed to hide 
from Mulder.  

"Sexy top, Scully," he remarked then, sounding pleased.  "And button-down too, how 
convenient.  Solves the problem of getting it off you."  

With that, his fingers flicked the tiny bottom button of the tank open.  He continued 
to work slowly and surely upwards until all the buttons were undone, and then lightly 
traced the strip of flesh he had bared from breastbone to belly.  A brief pause and then 
his finger was skimming up again along the same path.  When he reached the spot just 
between her breasts he turned his hand so that his knuckles brushed her skin, pushing 
the skimpy material of her tank top aside.  On the routine journey, he allowed his hand 
to skim over her nipple, which hardened from his touch, and used the same gesture to 
brush the other half of the tank top aside, also skimming that nipple, her breasts now 
completely bared to him.

Her breath quickened, her body tensing with anticipation – expecting at any second to 
feel the heat of his mouth on her breast, her nipple.

Something warm and hard brushed her bound arm, which hung from the headboard and 
was bent at the elbow, just as there was a significant shifting of the mattress.  He 
was moving.  She imagined him stretching out his arm to reach for something, perhaps 
on her night table, and a little thrill ran through her as she wondered what it could 
be.

She could hear nothing beyond her own loud, excited exhalations, although the mattress 
springs squeaked slightly when he moved back into place.  She tensed again, awaiting 
more 'torture', and he chuckled.

"Relax, Scully," was his quiet rejoinder.

Easier said than done, she thought wryly.  Every nerve ending in her body was alive, 
humming with anticipation, her body taut with desire.  She forced herself to relax 
back into the softness of the bed, to let her head settle on her pillow.  Inhaling
deeply, she held the lungful of air for several seconds before releasing it, which 
helped slow her breathing somewhat.

A feather-light touch on her cheek had her nose twitching, and she did not realize 
then how accurate her description of the touch had been.  She dismissed it as perhaps 
a strand of her hair, or a thread from her pillow or tank top, and waited for Mulder 
to do something.

The sensation returned again, this time just below her left ear – fleeting, light.  
Soft.  Before she could analyze it further, it was gone.

Only to return at the hollow of her throat, there for a millisecond, just barely 
enough time for her to register the touch, and then no more.

Now she knew it was Mulder, touching her with an unidentified object.  Her thoughts 
whirled – what could it be?  The tips of his fingers?  No, he had already tickled her 
with his hands, he wouldn't repeat himself.  Or would he?  She had no clue; this was 
an entirely new aspect of their sex life.  She had introduced an element of play into 
it, earlier at the motel, but it seemed Mulder was taking it to a new level.

And the man was good.

Over the next minute or so, he teased her with those same fleeting touches all over 
her body, but staying within the 'safe' areas.  He avoided her breasts and her groin 
completely, as well as all her other erogenous zones – the backs of her knees, her 
inner thighs, the low of her back where it swelled into her behind.  

Scully still had no idea what he was touching her with.

Finally, though, he began to increase the duration of each little caress, and she 
recognized the item at last.  A feather.  

Mulder was stroking her body with a feather.  

She sighed out his name, and he crooned hers back in response.

"Feel good, Scully?" he asked then, as he ran the whole flat of the feather on the 
expanse of firm flesh beneath her breasts.

It did...a pleasant sort of tickling with just a hint of a scratching that left her 
skin tingling.  Not that she was into pain, far from it, just that it was the right 
combination of sensations to stimulate her body even further.  It was titillating, 
and arousing, and...frustrating, in a very good way.

No part of her body was free from his ministrations.  He ran just the tip of the 
feather along the soles of her feet, one at a time, chuckling as her toes curled 
and she flinched away, and even used the somewhat pointy other end to write something 
on her lower belly. 

She huskily asked, "What did you write?  Mulder loves Scully?"

He laughed, an explosion of sound, and then replied in a teasing tone, "Too many 
letters in that, Scully.  Weren't you paying attention?"  He then leaned over to 
breathe into her ear, making sure his lips brushed her lobe, "I wrote S-E-X, Scully."  

Oh God.  Her sex throbbed and her hips bucked, in response to his words.

Mulder shifted again, and she felt his thigh brush hers.  Then he started teasing her 
again with the feather.  This time however, he did not avoid the 'hot' areas...he went 
right for them.  The softness ran over first one nipple and then the other, and it was 
nothing she had ever felt before.  Different than the feel of the silk or satin of her 
bras or her nightshirts, or the roughness of his tongue, but delightful all the same.

Her still hard nipples tightened even more, and she thrust her chest upwards in an 
effort to entice him to deepen the contact somehow...perhaps with the suction of his 
mouth.

But no, he denied her such pleasure, instead teasing her further.  He let the vane of 
the feather flicker softly around her belly button, and then trailed it slowly down the 
flat of her belly, increasing the pressure slightly.  Her stomach muscles quivered as 
he neared her mound, and she exhaled in a loud gasp when he traced the neatly trimmed 
triangle of curls with the feather.  

One long, soft stroke down her right thigh to her knee was next, and then a similar one 
up her left leg, from knee to hip, where he then shifted away from her.

Every time the mattress dipped, she imagined him reaching for something else to tease 
her with.  This time was no different – in her mind's eye she saw his tanned arm 
stretching, saw his long, elegant fingers picking up whatever object he had chosen for 
the next part of his 'torture', saw the smug yet mischievous smile on his face.

The bed moved again as he settled himself against her once more.  She felt the tickling 
brush of what she thought might be his leg hairs on her upper thigh, and pulled slightly 
away from the sensation, rubbing her legs together like a cricket.

A low, humming sound filled her ears, and her chin lifted, her head cocking to one side 
as she tried to determine what or where it was coming from.  The sound got louder, and 
then something smooth and cool touched her cheek very lightly.  Something that pulsated.

The pulsation slid down her cheek and along the side of her neck.  Moved along her 
clavicle to the hollow of her throat.  Once it hit her breastbone, Mulder added a 
slight bit more pressure.  He traced the object completely around both breasts, 
slowly.

It was as he was tracing it up the side of one breast that she realized what the 
object was.

A vibrator.

Oh. My. God.

Her entire body tensed.  Scully was still highly aroused, but she was also shocked and 
a little mortified.  Mulder had found her vibrator.  How embarrassing.  And a bit 
disturbing as well, for it had been tucked away in her lingerie drawer – had he been 
rifling through her panties and bras?  She knew that really shouldn't bother her, for 
God's sake, they knew each other's bodies very intimately, but she wouldn't presume to 
go through his belongings without being asked, or without reason – for instance, to 
fetch him clean clothes after a hospital visit or some such.

And to be honest, she hadn't used the thing since she and Mulder had finally gotten 
together in the biblical sense, so to speak.  She had nearly thrown it away, after 
having found it one day in her night table while looking for the book she had been 
reading.  She had sat down on the edge of the bed with it in her hands, blushing 
slightly and thinking to herself how glad she was that she no longer had need of its 
services.  It had then been relegated to a new location – her lingerie drawer.

"Mulderrrrr..." she said, through just barely clenched teeth.  She was also squirming 
slightly from the sensations in her breast – he was running the vibrator up and down 
the side, coming ever closer to her nipple with each pass. 

"Mm-hmmm, Scully?" he hummed absently, sounding entirely involved in his current 
activity.  "Do you like the new toy I bought you, Scully?"  He moved said 'toy' to 
her nipple, and the vibrations against the hardened nipple had her biting her lip 
and arching her back.  

He bought it?  Even as she was twisting and moaning with the tormenting pleasure, 
relief was singing through her.  He hadn't found hers; it was one he had bought. 

An image filled her mind then.  Of Mulder, in some nameless, featureless adult store, 
perusing the selection of vibrators, those same elegant fingers touching, caressing, 
stroking…She wondered how he had chosen this particular vibrator – had he bought it 
because it was similar size-wise to his own rather large penis?  Did he buy it for 
its features, how it could be used to pleasure her?

When she didn't answer, Mulder repeated the question.  "Do you like it, Scully?"  But 
now there was a hint of doubt in his voice, like he might be thinking he had made a 
huge error in buying and teasing her with a vibrator.  The pressure against her nipple 
eased off.

She had to admit she did like it.  It was...titillating.  Naughty.  "God, yes, Mulder.  
I like it."  Silently she added, but I almost feel I shouldn't.  Then her other internal 
voice, the one that used to get her in all kinds of trouble as a teenager, said lighten 
up, relax and just enjoy.  Scully had to admit it was a damn fine idea.

Mulder had sighed in relief when she replied in the affirmative, and resumed his vibrator 
play.  He circled the nipple he had first started teasing, and then moved down to the 
valley of her breasts, and up to her other nipple.  It too was treated as its twin had 
been, and she again arched and moaned with its touch.

When it trailed down her breast, she assumed he would continue down her stomach to the 
most obvious destination.  But one can never assume with Mulder – sometimes so 
completely predictable she had to smile, and other times, well, he just kept her guessing. 

Instead of heading downwards, Mulder slid the humming vibrator, which was now warm 
from its work, and her skin, up her neck.  He ran it along her jaw line, and then 
surprised her utterly by stroking it over her lower lip, with a butterfly's touch.

Both lips tingled at the contact, and her mouth parted further, instinctively.  Half 
of her wondered with a detached sense of fascinated wonder about  whether he would 
slide the vibrator into her mouth.

It moved away though, to her throat, and all of a sudden one of his fingers was circling 
her lips.  Her tongue darted out to lick at the digit, tasting salt, and he popped it in 
between her lips.  Which closed automatically around it.  She began to suck.

Mulder groaned low and deep, and began to pump his finger rapidly in and out of her 
mouth in mimicry of intercourse.

The combination of the almost massaging of her throat by the vibrator, and his finger 
effectively fucking her mouth was extremely erotic.  Carnal.  She moaned, the sound 
also low and deep, as his groan had been.

Mulder reacted by quickly withdrawing his finger and clamping his lips down firmly on 
hers, his tongue darting inside her mouth.  The vibrator moved away, and the sound of 
its buzzing became muted, as if it had fallen to the pillow or sheets.  His body had 
shifted again, as well, and one hand came up to hold her face still.  She could feel 
his cock pressing into her thigh.

It was hot, burning like a firebrand, and hard as steel.  Satiny silk-encased steel.  

Scully wondered how he could stand the teasing he had to be putting himself through.  
Then his mouth slanted, deepening the kiss even further, and she forgot to breathe, 
let alone think.

The kiss went on, and on, until Mulder finally tore his lips away, panting harshly.  
His hand left her face, and she felt her pillow sag by her ear, knew he was propping 
himself up.  "Not yet," he whispered so quietly she knew the words were not for her,
but meant as a reminder to himself.

Not yet?  How much more of this could she take?  Could he dish out?  Part of her wished 
he would just fuck her, hard and fast and deep, and the other part hoped he had much 
more in store for them both.  She used the word both because she now knew this whole 
scenario was not just for her – it was just as much a thrill for him.

Hot air washed over her as he continued to breathe laboriously just inches from her face, 
and then with one last, deep breath, Mulder moved.

The buzzing resumed, and started immediately at her nipples again, which had lost some 
of their turgidity.  He teased them just enough to have them harden to near painful 
little nubs, and then moved on.  The vibrator moved into the valley of her breasts again,
and he changed the way he held it this time, so that instead of just using the tip, nearly 
its full length lay along her body.  Mulder's free hand came up and cupped the side of one 
breast, as if squeezing her breasts together.  He then began to slide the vibrator, which 
Scully had decided was penis-shaped, in and out of the makeshift vagina he had created.

It was very different, and rather kinky.

On each pass, the knuckles of the hand guiding the vibrator would brush the underside of 
one breast, making her wish he could play with her nipple.  His other hand was squeezing 
the breast in its grasp in tandem with the thrusts of the vibrator.  

The vibrations of the toy also sent currents through her breasts.  They had been pleasant 
at first and were now becoming just this side of too much.

Mulder seemed to sense this, and with one last, slow thrust upwards, he slid the toy out 
from between her breasts, and released the one he had been holding, his thumb sweeping 
over the nipple in passing.

She wondered what he was going to do with the vibrator next.  She didn't have long to 
wait.

He moved it in a straight line to her belly button, which he circled a few times, making 
her squirm and laugh breathily, and then continued on down towards her mound.  But 
there he made a sharp detour just before it came near her curls, and skirted her pubic 
area completely.  He teased her hip momentarily, and then slid it down the top of her 
thigh, pausing at her knee.  

His other hand warmly encircled her lower leg and bent her leg up slightly, giving him 
access to the underside of her knee.  The vibrator buzzed there merrily, and had her 
laughing again.  He released her leg, lowering it back down, and traveled down the inside 
of her calf.  It skimmed over her anklebone and around to the sole of her foot.  There 
he stroked it several times, his hand loosely around her ankle, preventing her from 
pulling away.

Mulder then switched to her other foot, also holding it steady as he rubbed the vibrator 
on her sole, and slowly followed the identical path he had taken down the other leg, only 
in reverse.  Once again he skirted her mound, then dipped briefly into her belly button 
before going up to the underside of her left breast, which he traced lightly on his way 
to her armpit, vulnerably revealed due to her restraints.

Tickling her there amused him for a long minute, in which she wiggled and breathlessly 
called his name, begging him to stop.  Again, he sensed when it was too much, and slid 
down her ribcage, back to her stomach to tease her belly button once more.

Then he lightly brushed the vibrator between her legs, and she arched up, her legs 
parting shamelessly wide, inviting him to thrust the toy inside of her.

Yet he declined the invitation.

The vibrator moved away, and the buzzing stopped.  He had turned it off.

What the hell?  

"Mulder?" she husked out, her entire body trembling and still tingling.  "Why did 
you..." her voice trailed off - it sounded so mournful to her ears.

"Why did I stop?" he asked for her.   And teased her with his reply, using his words 
of earlier.  "I'm being bad, Scully."

"Jesus!" she exclaimed, shifting restlessly.  She realized her legs were still open wide, 
and pulled them closer together.  The word bore repeating, so she did.  "Jesus, Mulder."

He chuckled.  "I like that, Scully.  Jesus Mulder.  But others might find it blasphemous, 
don't you think?"  Nearly the whole length of his body leaned into her then, and she knew 
he was reaching for something else.

Anticipation had her tensing yet again.  Lord only knew what else he had thought up.   
She wondered where he had gotten all his ideas, and made a mental note to ask him later.
That is, depending on whether her mind was still functioning then.

A tinkling noise pulled her from her thoughts, and was followed by another shifting of 
the mattress as he apparently settled back onto the bed.  She heard the sound again, 
and for some reason it reminded her of ice cubes rattling in a glass.  A moment later 
she was proven shockingly right.  Her next breath was a hissing inhalation as her senses 
were overwhelmed by an icy, wet touch against her skin.

Oh my God.  Mulder had taken an ice cube and was tracing it over one straining nipple. 

"And this," he said conversationally, smoothly picking up his earlier thread, "could 
be considered..."  He let his voice trail off.

Scully shivered, and felt her abdominal muscles go taut as she helplessly arched her 
back.

Mulder slowly circled the ice around her entire aureole before sliding it down into 
the valley between her breasts and up to her other nipple.  Just as the ice cube 
touched that turgid point, his wet mouth encircled the first one and suckled strongly.

Extreme opposites!  Freezing cold on one nipple and searing heat on the other.  The 
combination was mind-blowing.

Wetness gushed between her legs and she moaned loudly, her back arching again.  Her 
arms yanked with futility at her bonds as she instinctively tried to move her hands 
to fist in his hair and hold his head to her breast.

The ice cube had started to melt, little rivulets of water trickling down the mound of 
her breast.  The coldness left her nipple, and the mattress jiggled slightly as Mulder 
shifted, and then he was running his wet, cold hand down her stomach and thigh, trailing 
the moisture onto her skin.  She was so hot – she felt like she was on fire – and the 
coolness was welcomed.

A moment later his hot mouth was sucking the nipple that had just been treated to the 
coldness of the ice.  But he didn't abandon the other nipple – his fingers rolled and 
plucked at it with a rhythm that matched the suckling.

The weight of his head on her breast slowly lightened, and she felt her nipple stretching 
away from her body, caught gently between his teeth.  He released it with an audible pop, 
and then his tongue was sliding down the sides of her breast, licking up the trickles of 
water. 

His mouth followed the path his wet hand had taken, moving along her stomach.  As with 
the vibrator, he avoided the curls of her mons, stopping to suck at her left hip for a 
second, before continuing ever downward.  His tongue ran in a long, wet line down the 
outside of her thigh, paused to circle her knee cap, then moved along her calf.  Her 
anklebone – a location she had since discovered was highly sensitive and a definite 
erogenous zone – was treated to the sucking her hip had received, from which she could 
not escape due to his loose clasp around her leg.  Not that she wanted to escape, far 
from it.

Moving his lips along the top of her foot, he stopped just as he reached her toes.  
Then his tongue darted out, stabbing in between her big toe and the one next to it.

"Mulder!" she gasped out, her body twitching anew, her leg jumping within his loose 
grasp.  Holy shit, the man made "erotic" an art form.  He'd sucked her toes before, 
but he'd never done that!  My God, the feelings that were swamping her body were 
indescribable.  

She wished she could see him, watch him as he…teased and worshipped her body.  See 
the arousal and passion she knew would be glittering in his eyes, the intense heat and 
hunger, see the flush that always covered his face and chest during their lovemaking.  
See the erection he had to be sporting. 

"Mulder," she said again, this time moaning his name.  "Untie me, please.  I want to 
touch you.  To see you.  Please?"  She realized he had reduced her to begging, and she 
did not care.

He nipped the base of her big toe, on the bottom of her foot now.  "I can't do that, 
Scully."  His tongue ran down her sole, circled her heel, then back up to her toes.  
"I'm not finished being bad yet."  One last suck of her big toe, and then he was 
retracing his path back upwards.

Only this time, his lips teased the flesh of her inner thigh after he had circled her 
left kneecap.

Scully felt like her body was winding tighter and tighter as he neared the apex of her 
legs, her muscles involuntarily clenching and flexing.  Once again she parted them wide, 
to induce him to where she wanted him most, be it his tongue or his cock.

And once again, he declined the invitation.  His mouth veered to the left, his tongue 
licking along the crease of her thigh up to her hip.  A sucking kiss on the jut of her 
hipbone, and then his lips were trailing across her abdomen and up to her stomach.  His 
tongue moved around her belly button in quick circles, and then suddenly darted inside 
and out again.

She sucked in her breath, and her stomach muscles, feeling them skitter and jump beneath 
his questing tongue.

Her reaction was obviously a favorable one, for he repeated the motion, his tongue 
stabbed in and out of her belly button in a rough parody of the sex act.  He did this 
several times before circling the little button one last time.  He then nibbled and 
kissed his way up her breastbone.  

Avoiding her breasts completely he shifted his body along hers as his mouth traveled 
over the top of her left breast to her armpit.  He nuzzled there for a minute, causing 
her to half-moan/half-laugh, before moving upwards, his tongue trailing along her 
clavicle.  Then it briefly dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat, next moving 
up her neck and along her jaw.  He sucked her chin into his mouth and then he planted a 
hard, closed-mouthed kiss on her lips.

When she felt his mouth on hers, she instinctively parted her lips, expecting his tongue 
to slide wetly inside.  She moaned pitiably when it did not, and he instead began to 
retrace an identical path downwards.

Sucking her chin, moving along her jaw and down her neck.  Tongue dipping into that 
same hollow, lips sliding over her clavicle.  Nuzzling her armpit, then trailing down 
between her breasts, avoiding any contact with them at all, to tease her belly button 
once more.

Her mind was a mass of jumbled thoughts, her senses whirling.  She had no idea of what 
he would do next, or where he would do it.  She loved it, and she hated it at the same 
time.  Bad, indeed.

His tongue was sliding down her belly now, moving so slowly she was twisting away 
from the ticklish, hot organ.  When his chin just brushed the crisp curls that covered 
her mons, she fully expected him to veer over to her hipbone, as he had done on the 
upward journey.

Which is why she screamed his name when his hot mouth closed over her wet, swollen 
sex.  "MULDERRRRR!"

A second later she felt his body settle between her legs, his elbows nudging them apart 
even wider, and his hands on her pelvis, framing her mound.  With his fingertips, he 
gently spread her labia apart, and his tongue then delved inside her, like the thrust 
of a cock.

Scully bucked her hips, in a plea for him to do it again.

Instead, he used the weight of his arms to pin her hips down, so that she could only 
squirm fractionally, ineffectually.  And when he ran his tongue along her from perineum 
to clitoris, and back again, those slight, almost frantic movements enhanced her pleasure. 

He teased that strip of flesh for long seconds, before repeating the slow lick back to 
her clit, which had peaked out from its hood and throbbed with her need.  Using only 
the tip of his tongue, he first flicked the hard, little bud rapidly several times, and 
then began circling it with slow, lazy strokes.  

God, she loved Mulder's mouth.  He always put all parts of it into play – lips, teeth 
and tongue, in such enthusiastic, creative ways.

He alternated between those two methods – flicking, circling, flicking, and circling, 
for long moments.  Moments that had her panting and gasping, desperately writhing as 
much as she was able.  Finally she thought she could bear it no longer, and begged him, 
shamelessly.  "Mulderrrrr...God, please, Mulder."

Mulder paused, his tongue leaving her clit with one last flick, and she sensed him 
looking at her face.  His hot breaths continued to bathe her mons, while his thumbs 
moved in gentle strokes over her curls, never touching her clit or her labia.   

"Please what, Scully?" he husked.

"Please..." she repeated, helplessly.  Unable to find the words to tell him what she 
wanted.

This time his breath was a deliberate stream of air, she knew, aimed directly at her 
core. Heard it as it left his mouth, picturing his pursed lips.  Felt it when it hit 
her wet, wanting flesh.  "Please what, Scully?" he asked again, thumbs continuing their 
caress.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, and tried to move again.  He wouldn't let her.  Frustrated, she 
cried out, "I want...I want to come, Mulder!" 

Without any further words, his mouth descended, ravenously.  His lips closed on her clit 
and drew it in strongly, applying a steady suction, just as she liked. 

She felt herself teetering.  Just mere steps away from sailing off the cliff into 
delirious oblivion.  The pleasure that had been flickering steadily at the borders 
of her consciousness coiled deeper and deeper, tighter and tighter. 

A moment later his tongue flicked once, twice, her hips jerking beneath his arms.  He 
followed up by scraping his teeth over the hard, little nubbin.

That was enough to finally throw her over the edge.

"GOD, MULDER!" she cried out, and began spasming beneath him, her core pulsing, her 
legs twitching.  She managed somehow to plant her feet flat, and buck mightily upwards, 
silently imploring him not to stop.  She felt him shift, his hand now grasping her ass, 
supporting her, holding her to his mouth as he continued to apply suction, gentler now.  

"MulderMulderMulder..." she chanted, nearly breathless, and rode the waves of a 
tremendous orgasm.  Her heart was pounding - a frantic, rapid tattoo - and sparkly 
lights had started to dance on her closed eyelids.

Delirious oblivion, indeed.

She wasn't sure, but she thought she might actually have blacked out for a moment or 
two.  Awareness came back slowly.  Her hips were once again on the firm mattress, and 
Mulder's hands were stroking her thighs soothingly as he crooned nonsensical words to 
her.  She was panting, and the muscles of her thighs still trembled, but her heart had 
slowed to a near-normal rate.  Surprisingly, she giggled, the sound high and loud.  A 
release of a different sort.  "Mulder," was exhaled gustily a second later.

"Mm-hmmm?" Mulder hummed questioningly into her belly, his lips tickling her 
sensitized skin.  "Did you like that, Scully?" 

"God, yesssss…"

He chuckled, the sound and vibrations making her toes curl and her stomach quiver, and 
then the weight of his head was lifted from her stomach.  But he did not leave her.

After tonguing her belly button, Mulder slowly slid up her body, pressing sucking kisses 
into her flesh along the way, his hands trailing behind, stroking and gliding.  He paid 
particular attention to her breasts, especially her nipples, before continuing upwards.  
His tongue ran a long, wet line from her collarbone to her ear, where he then nipped her 
lobe gently with his teeth.  Soothing the abused part by drawing it into his mouth for a 
moment, he then released it with a small pop to whisper directly into her ear.  The 
huskiness in the tones, and the promise contained in his words, sent shivers coursing 
through her entire body.

"I'm not done yet, Scully."

Shifting until he was lying in the cradle of her spread legs, his erection nudging hard 
and hot against her inner thigh, his chest hairs teasing her hardened nipples, one of his 
hands slid slowly up her right arm.  His fingers encircled her wrist for a few seconds, 
above the bracelet restraint, his thumb rubbing her palm, and then she felt a slight 
tugging, and her hand was free.

Free of the restraint anyway.  Mulder had entwined their fingers together, and was easing 
her arm down, bending her elbow.  Once he had it pressed on the pillow by her head, still 
held by his, he moved again, his weight shifting to the side of her 'freed' arm.  He 
repeated his actions with her left hand, his fingers trailing up her arm to her wrist.  
While he played with the bracelet, his nose nuzzled her ear.  "Do you know what I'm going 
to do next, Scully?" he whispered seductively.

She had an inkling, because he was releasing her hands, but she wanted to hear him say 
it.  So she shook her head, and breathily said, "No, Mulder.  What are you going to do?"

His tongue licked the shell of her ear, then nipped it quickly, before he replied, "I'm 
going to turn you over on your stomach, Scully."  Nip.  "And then I'm going to slip a 
pillow under your hips."  Lick.  "Do you know what I'll do then, Scully?"

Scully didn't answer, merely moaned softly, encouragingly, because she was already 
plotting how to turn the tables on him, despite the pleasure she felt from the 
ministrations of his mouth.  It was a wonder he couldn't feel the tension gathering 
in her body, couldn't ascertain she was up to something.  Although he probably could 
feel it, and had ascribed it to her arousal.  Which was also true, very much so.  It 
was just more arousing right now to be able to move, to take over being bad.

As he released the second bracelet and started to bring her arm down, his hold on her 
other hand loosened slightly.  And that's when she made her move.  Lifting her legs, she 
wrapped them around his hips while tugging her right hand free at the same time.  With a 
quick surge, she flipped them both, and straddled him.

Spreading one hand flat on his chest and pressing down, her other one quickly reached up 
and pulled the blindfold off.  The soft cloth still in her grasp, she brought that hand 
back down to join the other on his chest, leaning some of her weight onto him.  With just 
the low light of the candles, her eyes had adjusted easily.  A wicked grin on her lips, 
she stared down into his surprised eyes and purred, "So what are you going to do, Mulder?"

His cock was pressing insistently at her ass, and she let herself rock back a bit, to tease 
him.  The motion teased her as well, for her wet sex was being rhythmically rubbed back 
and forth over his stomach.

Mulder's eyes closed and opened in a slow blink and his lower lip puffed out as he 
bucked beneath her once.  "Oh, Scully," he husked.  "I didn't know you wanted to 
wrestle."  He settled his hands on her hips, and helped her rock.  Tightening his fingers 
a little, he added matter-of-factly, "I could flip you right back over again, you know."

He could, she knew that.  And despite the fact she would give him a hell of a fight, he 
would most likely win due to his size and weight advantage.  "You could," she agreed 
throatily, and then squirmed a little when his thumbs began to rub over her hipbones.
"Except I heard a but in there."

His hands slid from her hips to cup her ass.  "I've got a butt right here," he teased.  
"A gorgeous one at that."  His fingers started kneading her flesh, separating her cheeks 
slightly, brushing close to the cleft between her legs.  "Yes, you are correct, Scully," 
he said a moment later.  "You did indeed hear some indecisiveness in my voice."  He had 
stopped squeezing her ass, and was now concentrating on lightly stroking the fingers of 
one hand up and down her cleft, while the other had moved back to her hip. They were 
still moving in gentle concert.  "Do you know why?"

Shaking her head slightly, she replied in the negative, "Mm-mmm."   

His gaze had been focused entirely on the thatch of reddish curls moving on his stomach, 
but he lifted his head then so that their eyes met.  "I like when you're on top, Scully."

Oh...God.  So did she.  That feeling of power, of being in control, of being able to take 
the lead and dictate the path of their bodies.  Their joining.  And then there was the 
incredible feeling of him beneath her, his body hard and slim and strong as she rode him.  
Pleasurable tension coiled low and deep in her belly, had her grinding herself against 
his flat, firm abdomen in an attempt to ease the ache.

"Scully," Mulder rasped, and then grit his teeth, his eyes slamming shut.  He slid his 
fingers over her ass to reclaim her hip again, and used his hold on her to guide her back 
on him while thrusting his pelvis up.

Her hands had shifted lower for balance, moving from his chest to his belly, and she 
realized she still held the velvet cloth of the blindfold in one of them.  Remembering 
his reactions when she had used her panties to stroke his erect cock back at the motel, 
the wicked grin returned.  Lifting her hand, she shook the length of velvet out, letting 
it dangle over him, not quite touching him, and then she dropped it on his chest.  

His eyes popped open, and she smiled at him as she once again placed her hand on top of 
the pooled cloth.  Slowly gathering it in her fingers by 'walking' them over the velvet, 
she let it rub against him.  Once she had a nice handful, she began to slowly stroke the 
material over the hard planes of his stomach and abdomen.

She watched as his eyes slid shut again, and then re-opened, heavy-lidded, the pupils 
enlarged.  He moved sensuously beneath her and moaned.  "Mmmmm..." 

Seeing his flat, male nipples pebbling to hardness in their smattering of chest hairs, 
she dragged the cloth upwards, enjoying how his muscles jumped and flexed, and stroked 
it lightly over each nipple.  She smiled when his moaning grew deeper and louder, and 
repeated the motion twice more.  "Did you like that, Mulder?"  She repeated his question 
right back at him, with a seductively teasing inflection in her tone.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he replied gutturally, his hands flexing into the flesh of her hips, 
his own rising from the bed to thrust his cock against her ass.  

Ignoring the heat and want between her legs, she moved one hand to the mattress by his 
side for support, so as not to hurt him.  Then, leaning forward, her breasts brushing 
his chest, she whispered in his ear.  "I'm not done yet, Mulder."

"Oooh...you're stealing my lines, Scuh-LEEE," he said, his voice rising at the end 
because her teeth had bitten into his earlobe.

Releasing the tender bit of flesh, she soothed it with her tongue, and then murmured, 
"Mm-hmmm.  I am."  Shifting, she trailed her lips over his cheek to his mouth.  There 
she circled his lips with the tip of her tongue and then captured his answering husky 
moan with an open-mouthed kiss before sitting up again.  Looking into his eyes, as she 
brought her other hand back up so that both rested on his belly, she asked, "Do you 
know what I'm going to do next, Mulder?"

"Anything you want?" 

"Oh, I like that answer, Mulder," Scully said, and he smiled lazily.  Cheekily.  While he 
was distracted, she quickly lifted herself up and over his groin, settling her rear end 
back down on his upper thighs.  In this position, his erect cock was now in front of her. 

And at her mercy. 

His smug expression fled, to be replaced by one of surprise, and anticipation.

Dragging the velvet cloth downwards, she circled it gently around his belly button.  It 
was thrilling to watch and feel his reactions – how his stomach muscles bunched and 
quivered, and how he tensed and wiggled beneath her, his sharply indrawn breath, the 
fisting of his hands in the bedding.

It accelerated her already heightened arousal.

Taking a deep breath, Scully looked up at his face, catching and holding his gaze for a 
moment.  Then, blinking languidly, she returned all her attention to his lower body, and 
continued her seductively slow, downward path with the blindfold.

Mimicking his teasing actions of earlier, she skirted his groin, ignoring the most obvious 
destination, and rubbed the velvet along his muscled thigh as far as it could go.  Which 
was to the vee of her thighs.  Arching her back slightly so that her pelvis tilted forward, 
she stroked her own curls with the blindfold.

Mulder husked out, "Fuck!" and jerked beneath her.  Peripherally, she could see that his 
hands were so tightly fisted around the bedding that his knuckles were white.

Though she wanted to, she did not look up at him.  Instead, she closed her eyes, and 
let her head fall back, to loll on her shoulders.  She trailed the cloth up along her 
belly slowly, parting her lips on a soft, audible sigh.  Reaching her breasts, she began 
to rub the cloth over one nipple in small circles.  Her sigh turned to a breathy moan, 
deliberately louder than normal.  Playing to her rapt and captive audience.

"Oh, baby...yeah.  Touch your nipples," was his husky entreaty.

Her lips curving in a slight smile, Scully dragged the velvet across both nipples, and 
the texture of the smooth, soft fabric had the already hardened nubs tightening almost 
to the point of pain.  There was friction as well, a delightful friction, as her nipples 
caught on the nap of the velvet, rolled to the side, and were released.  It reminded her 
of how Mulder liked to pinch them between his fingers and tug on them. 

Teeth sinking into her lower lip, Scully tried desperately not to moan too loudly, or 
grind herself down onto him.  This little show she was putting on was for his benefit, 
but it was affecting her too.  

Control, she told herself.  You've taken control, now run with it.

Determination in place, she opened her eyes and stared into Mulder's heavy-lidded ones 
again, still rubbing the cloth slowly across her nipples.  "Do you like that, Mulder?" 
she crooned in a husky voice.  "Do you like when I touch myself?"

If she was not mistaken, he actually whimpered.  A second later he gritted out through 
obviously clenched teeth, "God, yes, Scuhleee...you witch."

She was not offended in the least by the moniker.  In fact, she was flattered, and took 
it as the compliment she was certain he had intended it to be.  With a throaty, triumphant 
laugh, she skimmed her free hand up her ribcage, knowing he was fervently watching her 
every move.  As she pulled the velvet away to reveal one breast, she slid her hand up 
further and cupped the mound fully.  "And if I do this?" she continued in the same vein, 
squeezing and kneading her own flesh, careful not to touch the nipple at all.

The sound Mulder made then could only be called a tortured groan.  His fingers released 
their stranglehold on the sheets, and he lifted his arms, bringing his hands up.  Towards 
her breasts.

She dropped the velvet cloth, and grabbed his wrists before his hands could meet their 
targets.  "Ah, ah, ah," she told him.  It was the same teasing warning he had given her 
when she had tried to remove the blindfold an unknown length of time ago.  Tightening 
her grasp slightly, she brought his hands to her mouth, close to, but not quite letting 
them touch her lips.  Flicking her eyes to his, she slowly parted her lips, and then let 
her tongue dart out to moisten them.  She was rewarded by another groan.  Leaning forward 
just slightly, she wetly swiped her tongue over the pads of the fingers of his right hand.  

His hips bucked beneath her and he hissed her name.

Swiftly, she repeated her actions with his left hand, and then tipped her head to watch 
as she guided his hands downward.  Letting his fingers brush over her sensitive, hardened 
nipples.

Fire shot through her at the contact, going straight to her core.  Her eyes fluttered shut, 
though she did not release his hands, and this time it was she who moaned, low in her 
throat.  

The sound however was drowned out by Mulder's much louder, hot and hungry growl.  
His hands twitched in her gentle grasp as he bucked beneath her, the motions pulling her 
from her pleasured stupor.  Opening her eyes and narrowing them at him, she tightened 
her hold.  After flashing him a cool look, she chidingly warned,  "Don't move unless I 
say so."

Rebellion flashed over his face, and she could feel his body tensing beneath hers, knew 
he was thinking of reversing their positions – flipping them over so that he would once 
again have the upper hand.  But then he relaxed, and a smile curled his lips.  "Ooooh, 
hurt me, baby," he smirkingly crooned, still trying to assert a small measure of his 
power over the situation.

Ignoring his little by-play, she slowly brought his hands completely down, to lie at his 
sides, pressing them firmly into the mattress – a physical reminder that they were to stay 
there.  She'd had to lean forward to do so, and could feel the length of his erect cock 
hard against her belly.  Her inner muscles spasmed then, as if clenching around him, as 
she imagined lifting up and slowly sliding down to impale herself on him.  

Soon.

Straightening, she once again gathered up the blindfold from where it had lain, seemingly 
forgotten, on her thigh, and draped it loosely over her right hand.  Only this time she 
was not going to touch herself with it.  She was going to touch him.

Mulder's breath escaped in a shuddering sigh when she wrapped her velvet-covered hand 
around the base of his cock, his own hands fisting in the bedding once more.  She 
squeezed firmly then, and he groaned, his engorged flesh throbbing in her grasp.  He 
began to pant shallowly as she started slow strokes up and down his length, marveling to 
herself that his stamina and endurance were incredible.  "Mulder, I have to say that your 
sexual prowess is quite...invigorating," she said conversationally, her voice carefully 
modulated, suiting the leisurely pace of her hand.  But she knew Mulder would intuit her 
real meaning with the deliberate pause in her sentence

His back arched, and his hips snapped upwards, thrusting his cock hard into her hand.  
"Well...Scully," he husked out with each panting breath, "I can...only say...that 
you...inspire...ME!"
 
Her thumb swiping over the head of his cock had caused his voice to rise at the end, 
and his eyes to scrunch shut.

She smiled, pleased by his reactions, and on her downward stroke, slid her hand lower 
than the base of his shaft, dipping to cup and fondle his balls briefly.

"But," Mulder added, his chest laboring, and his stomach quivering, "if you keep...doing 
that I don't think...you'll be as...invigorated!"

Well that would certainly put a kink in her plans.  "We wouldn't want that, would we, 
Mulder?" she queried teasingly, her hand having resumed its slow stroking along his 
length.

He surprised her by opening his eyes and then closing one in a wink.  "Well, you might 
not, Scully," was his husky reply.

"You're bad," she told him, one eyebrow rising, her smile turning mischievous.  "But 
I can be bad too."  With that, she dragged her hand up his cock and then tossed the 
blindfold on his face, covering his eyes.

As his hands were lifting to pull it off, she was moving.  Swiftly rising up on her 
knees, her palms flat on his taut abdomen for support, she shifted until her center 
was poised over his straining hardness.  Lowering herself slightly, she allowed just 
the head of his cock to slip inside.

She experienced the shudders that rippled through his body; felt them echoed in her 
own.

Scully stayed that way, with supreme effort - her thigh muscles were beginning to 
quiver with the strain of holding her position.  Teasing them both.

"Scully?" Mulder gasped.

"Hmm, Mulder?" she mumbled back, so very close to sinking down on him fully, wanting 
to feel his hard cock fill her completely.

"You win, baby," he said, his voice hoarse.  "You're very, very bad."

Her core spasmed, and she lost the battle she really hadn't wanted to win.  With a 
huskily voiced, "Mulderrrr," she gave a little push of her hips, and then he was 
embedded to the hilt.

They both moaned.

It felt so...incredibly, amazingly, pleasurably good.

She had to move, could not stay still one second longer.  As her hands slid from his 
belly to his chest, she began to rock her hips, her mouth hanging open, little 'mmmm' 
sounds escaping with each rolling, swaying motion.  

Not long after, Mulder's hands lifted to grasp her hips – his thumbs digging slightly 
into the fleshy area just below her hip bones, his fingers spreading on the cheeks of 
her ass, flexing and kneading.

Increasing their pace with gentle yet urgent insistence.  

A matching urgency was rapidly consuming her from within.  An urgency she had to act 
upon.  Tightening both her inner muscles around his pistoning cock with each gliding 
thrust, and the muscles of her thighs on his hips, she began to rock harder.  Faster.

Perspiration dotted her upper lip, grew slick between their bodies, and her breathing 
became more labored.  The faint stirrings of another orgasm fluttered at the base of 
her spine, had her toes curling in anticipation.  Her nails unconsciously scratched at 
Mulder's ribs with her excitement.

Mulder hissed, and then bent his knees up then, thighs flexing beneath her, changing 
her positioning.  Changing the depth of his penetration.  Now slowing their pace.  
And the progression of her orgasm.

Scully moaned, low and harsh - partly in disappointment and supplication, partly in 
bliss as different sensations swamped her body.  Letting her head fall back, she 
reclined until her back rested against his thighs, adding a change of angle to the 
mix.

"Oh, yeah baby, just like that," Mulder husked, his hands squeezing and lifting, 
squeezing and lifting.  "Just...like...that."

After several mind-blowing, slow thrusts, Mulder's hands slid from her hips.  Gliding 
up her ribcage and over to her breasts, he began to knead and squeeze them as he had 
her ass just moments ago.

Scully arched into the contact, wringing a gasp from her own throat as his cock seemed 
to stab at her womb.  Hoping this action would entice him to use his fingers to roll 
and tug on her nipples.  Or that one of his hands would glide down her belly and slide 
between her legs to tease her clit, while the other tormented her nipples.

Of course, she herself had two relatively free hands – situated as she was leaning 
back on Mulder's drawn-up thighs, she was unable to touch him other than to clutch 
at his flexing glutes, fingertips just brushing his ass.  Relaxing back against him, 
she let her left hand remain in place, squeezing his flesh in time to the rhythm of 
his hips and his hands on her breasts, and trailed her right hand up and over her own 
hip to skim down her abdomen and into the nest of curls at her apex.

Mulder, whose eyes had scrunched shut as he toyed with her breasts, opened them again 
when her hand left his leg.  Scully watched as he tracked her hand's path, his eyes 
widening when she used her index and ring fingers to spread her labia and reveal her 
glistening clit.

The low, rumbling growl that had begun to emit from him deepened when she touched 
her middle finger to the engorged bundle of nerves and started a pressing, continuous 
circle there.

"Scuh...leee," he panted out, the force of his next upwards thrust lifting his ass 
completely from the bed.  "You're...bad."  He was now plucking at her nipples as 
she had hoped, though his attention was riveted on the actions of her fingers.  
"Love you...baby."

"Mmmm...love you too, Mulder," she said, tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
"Very much."

Her clit was thrumming now, demanding more, her orgasm beginning anew, so Scully 
straightened up from her leaning position and swirled her finger over the hard, 
little nub faster and faster in response.  Her movements on Mulder's cock became 
choppy then, and his hands dropped back down to grasp her hips, helping her to 
bounce up and down on his turgid flesh.

The combination of his cock pistoning within her and her touch on her clit brought 
her to the edge rather quickly, and she slowed her circling finger, gasping out, 
"Mulder?"

"Right...with you, baby," was his verbal response through gritted teeth.  His physical 
response was the tightening of his hands on her, the almost-rough thrusts of his hips, 
and the further swelling of his cock inside her.  "Go...for it, G-woman."

For some reason the teasing inflection in his voice, and his sometime nickname for her 
had her core spasming.  She began to buck wildly, her hands moving to plant themselves 
on the mattress at his sides and brace herself.

His hips started snapping up in rapid, piston-like movements, keeping pace with her.

The rhythmic slap, slap, slap of their bodies was a sensual music all its own, but 
accompanied by Mulder's panting moans and her breathy sighs, it was so much more.

Sensual became erotic.

Intense pleasure screamed through her body, from her toes to her scalp, every nerve 
ending on fire.  As her climax overtook her, Scully threw her head back and keened his 
name.

Mulder went completely still, his thigh muscles clenched hard, his back arched, keeping 
his cock deep within her.  Letting her ride the waves of her orgasm as her body pulsed 
around him.  Incredible, fiery waves that went on and on.   

Looking down at his face with effort, Scully saw that his teeth were gritted in a grimace 
of pleasure/pain, and knew that he was holding back for her.  "Come...for...me, Mulder," 
she panted, and squeezed her internal muscles hard.

Shouting hoarsely, he complied.  He began thrusting erratically, and then suddenly he 
was flipping them so that he was on top, rising to his elbows.  Scully clutched at his 
forearms and wrapped her legs high around him, ankles locking at the middle of his back, 
and felt the tremors wrack his body as he came with a roar that was an approximation of 
her name.

After a few last spasmodic jerks, he collapsed onto her, his head buried in the pillow near 
her ear, breathing harshly.

She could feel his heart thudding against her breast, beating in tune with her own still 
racing heart, and slid her hands up his arms to let one sweep up and down his back 
soothingly while the other slid through his hair to cup his head.  Holding him to her.  
For she loved this moment when he was boneless and weak with satiation, and lying heavily 
and near-crushingly upon her.

But all too soon they had to move.  He slid off her, from inside her, rolling to his back 
and tugging her until she lay partially on her side, partially on him.  Now it was his 
hands sweeping along her back, twining into her hair.  "Scully..." he sighed.  "I love 
you, baby."

"Mmmm..." she mumbled, nuzzling her face into his sweaty neck, inhaling the essence of 
Mulder.  "Love you."

***

Part Three – Epilogue (One Hour Later)


"Mulder?" Scully questioned softly, unsure if he was asleep or awake.  Beneath her ear 
his heartbeat was slow and steady.

"Mm-hmmm?" he murmured, just the slightest hint of sleepiness in the sound.  The 
comfortingly heavy weight of his hand on her back lifted, and then returned as he began 
to stroke his fingers teasingly up and down her spine.

She squirmed against his side, chuffing out a giggle, and scratched her fingernails over 
his belly in reciprocation.  "We gonna play who's more ticklish?" she teased, turning her 
head to press a lingering kiss to his pecs.  At his slight shiver, she flicked his nipple 
with her tongue.

He sucked in his breath noisily, his hand moving to cradle her skull.  "Could be fun," he 
teased back, his massaging fingers on her scalp raising goosebumps over her flesh.  "But 
maybe another time."

Humming lightly, she laid her head back down on his chest.

A peaceful moment went by, and then it was Mulder's turn to speak.  "Weren't you going 
to ask me something, Scully?"

The pleasure of his hand in her hair had driven all thoughts from her mind.  Scully 
smiled and lifted her head to meet his amused gaze.  Propping her chin on her hands, 
her arms crossed over his chest, she murmured, "I just wondered where you got the idea 
to...to do all that.  With the ice and the..." her voice trailed away as she blushed.  
"The vibrator."  She was a little embarrassed, but also extremely curious.

"I had this very...intriguing...scenario in my head after our...encounter...at the motel," 
he said, a small grin on his lips.  "I had my way with you over the back of your couch, 
while you were still in your hooker get-up.  It's actually what I had planned when we 
entered your apartment, when I was teasing you.  But I also kept hearing your sexy voice 
saying 'Mulder, do I have to get the handcuffs out' and remembering how very turned on I 
was.  And that you seemed to be too."  His hand smoothed through her hair in slow, 
loving strokes.  "Then I got the idea of tying you up, and adding a little spice with the 
vibrator and feather, and I just had to do it."

She gave a soft 'mmmm' in reply, and shifted to lay her head upon his chest again.  One 
hand returned to rest on his belly.  "It was a damn fine idea, Mulder," she said a few 
moments later.  "It was incredible.  I was so unbelievably aroused…I think you could 
have done anything."

"Anything, huh?" he leered in a playful tone.  "I'll keep that in mind."

Scully pinched him, just hard enough to make him grunt.

"Ouch!" he groused, and his hand left her hair to skim down her back and return the 
pinch on her ass, albeit far more gently.  "Kidding," he voiced next, his hand now 
stroking the spot he had pinched, and then a second later, "Maybe."

When she growled, he laughed and swept his hand up and down her back.  "It was 
incredible, Scully.  You were incredible. Amazing."

Scully lifted her head and kissed his chest, right over his heart, before laying back 
down again.  He made a purring sound of contentment, and his hand moved back up to 
play with her hair.

Minutes passed, and though Scully's body was sated and sleepy, her mind was working.

"You know, Mulder," she began, twirling one finger idly in his chest hairs,  "when you 
first asked me if I was okay with being tied up, and you said you would spend the rest 
of your life in atonement to me if I wasn't, this image formed in my head.  It was of 
you, tied to a chair, naked, and at my mercy."  She paused, lifting her head to meet 
his eyes, a wicked smile on her lips. 

"I think you're going to have to let me be bad again."


The End

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