You've Got the Look, Part 2/2

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"'Mauling' you, Mulder? Mmm... Exactly how would you define 
'mauling' as it refers to the interaction between a man and a woman 
in a healthy, mutually-committed relationship?" Her lips quirked 
into a small smile watching him desperately trying to hold back, to 
make her think he didn't want this fast and furious. 

Just as much as she did. 

She thought she could accommodate him. But first she wanted him 
to voice his desires. One hand on her hip, she stepped closer, 
tapping him on the chest with her finger. "Cat got your 
tongue, partner?"

She gasped when he took her finger and drew it into his mouth. 
His very hot, very wet mouth. And circling it with his tongue. 
She found she couldn't take her eyes off his lips, although that 
wasn't highly unusual. All too soon, he released her...and began to 
oh-so-calmly define the word for her.

Well, she thought, he might appear calm to someone else, but she 
knew he had to be as aroused as she was.  Especially when his voice 
turned a bit lower, that dusky sandpapery quality evident.

"Well Scully, mauling usually describes something being handled 
harshly, by tearing or slashing or bruising," he began, "often in 
reference to hunters and their prey."  A slow and decidedly sexy 
smile played about his mouth and she realized they were much to 
far apart -- even though she could feel his breath gently touching 
her face.

Stepping in to him, one platform-sandaled foot between his legs, 
she reached up, curling her fingers around the back of his neck.

"I can think of a few things even better than mauling," she 
whispered, her lips a hair's breadth from his. She noted how 
cooperative he could be as he leaned down to meet her more than 
half-way. 

"Show me, Scully."  The tone of his words sent a delicious shiver 
through her from her scalp to her toes which then radiated and 
pooled somewhere just south of center.  

Erasing the little space left between them, she slid the tip 
of her tongue across his parted lips, from corner to corner, upper 
then lower. She was nothing if not methodical, a woman with a plan.
His hitching breath told her all she needed to know and she 
connected with him, her tongue now swiping his lips and then 
plunging into his waiting mouth.

His response was instantaneous.  And hotly passionate.  One hand 
possessively cupping the back of her head, angling her to deepen 
the contact, his other arm wrapped around her.  

Caught up in the heat of the sexy Agent in her arms, Scully sought 
more bodily contact. As her right hand maintained its hold on the 
nape of his neck, her fingers toying with the fine hairs there, her
left moved around to his hips, her hand slipping into the pocket 
over his ass. 

She quickly realized one hand couldn't possibly provide the full 
effect and her right hand joined her left in his other pocket, 
holding him tightly to her.

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The dull clink of his glasses hitting the floor somewhere 
behind them barely registered. Not entirely sure how they'd been 
removed as there wasn't much room between them to fit a hand.  
He was aware of a generally intense fusion from their lips to their 
hips and the feel of her small, but rather strong hands in his 
pockets sealed their connection. Well, as much as they could be 
through layers of fabric.

"Scully...," he husked, his hands framing her face, thumbs drawing 
lazy circles on her temples, "I'm feeling the need to tear your 
clothing from you." 

Her eyes twinkled as he watched her attempt to stifle her giggles. 
He, however, couldn’t contain his snort of laughter. "I mean it," 
the actual words overriding the delivery.

And by the look that now transformed her, he knew she was 
experiencing the same need. He turned, grabbing her hand and headed 
for the bedroom. But was able to take no more than one step before 
his redheaded siren tugged him back toward her and began 
unbuttoning his shirt, her smoky blue eyes locked with his. 

His hands couldn't seem to keep still, moving from her shoulders, 
along her arms and then slipping up under her short tee, the backs 
of his fingers trailing in a feather-light pattern; upward and 
outward, skating across her breasts, and back again. Her 'Oh, 
Mulder' and fluttering eyelids momentarily caused her to give up 
on his shirt. 

So, he repeated the action once more, twice more and was 
pleased, but not surprised to find he got the same reaction. The 
reaction he loved. The one that seemed to render her nearly 
speechless and a bit weak in the knees. The one that made his own 
backbone slip.

He was going for the reaction that left her totally weak in the 
knees. So he bent at the waist as he shoved the cropped top up 
higher and flicked the tip of his tongue over her already 
teased-hard nipples.

"Mulder...oh..." Her reaction was instantaneous as her back arched 
and his hands steadied her; first at her back and then at her waist.
But he didn't stop. Giving her no more than five seconds breathing 
time, he butterfly-kissed and nipped each tight peak and then blew 
lightly on one then the other.

He guessed  that what she wanted was either more of the same or...
simply *more* as her fingers clutched at his hair, ensuring that 
his mouth didn't leave her. And he was only too happy to oblige.

Palming the underside and then the sweet curves of her breasts. 

"Mmm, Scully." He knew from previous experience that the vibrations
from his sounds and words on her skin had a decidedly erotic and 
powerful effect.


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The last thing she recalled was the warmth of his long fingers 
framing her rib cage while his mouth worshipped her breasts. And 
as far as last things to recall went, well...

The part that seemed to be missing from her short-term memory was 
just how she ended up with her back to him and the rolled waistband 
of her shorts dipping below her navel. Without his helping hands, 
her top had slipped down once again; the light friction of the thin 
cotton fabric heightening the ache and throbbing in her already 
aroused nipples.

But it had nothing on the throbbing length of her partner's 
prominent erection pressed into her lower back as he bent over her. 
She was being pawed and lapped at by a man with the lithe and 
feral grace of a jungle cat. Mauled...

"Uh, oh god, Mulder, that feels..." He was rendering her 
speechless, his mouth just behind her ear and traveling slowly down 
her neck as one hand worked its way below her navel and then over 
her bared hip. "...Sooo good," she murmured as his other hand 
steadied her hip while pulling her back into him just a little bit 
more. 

"Oh!" 

Love bites. 

She now had her very own provided by a delicious combination of 
her partner's lips and teeth. She was nearly delirious with the 
alternating sucking and biting. Not to mention those fingers 
coaxing her thighs apart. 

And to think she had nothing planned for tonight, she somehow 
managed to remember.

"Scully..." She felt more than heard him, but the loss of his lips 
on her neck made her want to weep. Her next sensation was being 
pulled upright.  She assumed Mulder wasn't able to remain in his 
curled over position any longer. 

All she knew was that she missed having him wrapped around her. 
And that any position was just fine as long as it included full 
body contact.

"Mulder," she managed to husk out in response. Although having a 
few seconds to catch her breath was helpful, she was wound tighter 
than a bow, an escalating intensity that begged for release 
consuming her. "Mulder, if you don't--"

He hadn't let go, although his hand on her hip had become his 
arm across her abdomen. 

"If I don't 'what', Scully," he crooned as one very warm hand 
slipped farther between her thighs, three long fingers brushing her 
curls before  assaulting her senses, probing her, dipping into her. 
Teasing, testing. Eliciting whimpers -- and a most definite moan.

She floated. Right after she nearly jumped like a live wire, the 
sensations swamping her. Rendering her unable to answer his 
question. Rendering it a moot point, more likely.

"You haven't answered me, Scully," Mulder growled lowly as his 
nipped at her earlobe and slipped his hand from her waist to her 
breasts. 

"I'm wondering if this was what you had in mind when you started 
to issue what sounded very much like an ultimatum." She was aware 
the upward curve of his lips leaving her ear as he stretched again, 
his chin now resting atop her head. But she was much more aware 
of her stiffened nipples tightening under his skillful fingers. 

And oh yes, there was also his hand in her shorts, stroking her, 
two, then all three fingers gliding inside, curving upward and 
slightly forward.

Her mind let go mere seconds before her body did. Hot, glowing 
sparks zigzagged through her as he held her flush against him. If 
it weren't for his arm supporting her and the heat of his 
now-stilled hand gently steadying her, she was sure she'd be 
nothing more than a boneless mass at his feet.

The touch of his kisses in her hair softly brought her back to the 
here and now as he turned her around to face him. "You know, 
Mulder, I hope those hands are insured," she told him, her arms now 
loosely wrapped around his neck.

"Not to worry, Scully, I try to use them only for completely risk-free 
behaviors," he whispered, his lips lightly touching hers, "like 
this..." Capturing first her upper and then her lower lip between 
his, he drew one, then the other between his, sucking gently. 
Playfulness turned to full-on passion as she slid her hands 
underneath his shirt, raking her nails along either side of his 
spine, her fingers finally settling inside the waistband over his 
ass. Feeling him grind into her as a result.

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She was a minx -- in very casual clothing -- but a minx 
nonetheless. She'd found that spot near the base of his spine, just 
above his ass. That special dip where the pressure of her fingers 
seemed to make a connection straight to his dick. Which he was 
shamelessly grinding into her.

He was putty in her very capable hands. Her hands that had 
unbuttoned his fly and then returned to his ass.  Finding a little 
more room to maneuver, succeeding in kneading and lightly 
scratching him. If she kept it up much longer, he was going to lose 
the last waning bit of control he had.

Or maybe he hadn't had any control since she'd shown up tonight.

She was moving. He could hear the scuffling of her platform sandals 
on the wood flooring and could feel her baby-stepping between his 
bare feet. Their lips parted solely because he had to know where 
they were going. Her combination whine/whimper got his attention, 
however, and he met her waiting, glistening lips with his, their 
tongues dueling at a fevered pitch.

It was her turn to pull away this time. "Sculleee...?" He 
wondered how she would read his tone. Wondered if she'd  notice 
the longing and the love and...the lust.

When he found himself backed into the wall, he figured she'd zeroed 
in on the lust. But he would hard-pressed to say whose lust. God 
how he loved Take Charge Scully.

"You know, Mulder, you really are a rather good-looking man." 

Her murmured words did nothing to ease the throbbing heat of his 
erection, but he couldn't resist the answering comment. "Only 
*rather* good-looking, Scully?"

Searching the depths of her azure eyes, noting the sultry upturn of 
her lips, he smiled. Like a man who thinks he knows what's going 
on, what's about to happen.

That train of thought was quickly derailed as she reached up with 
the feather-light, but nonetheless insistent, her hand grabbing 
his neck. Drawing him closer. A few quick, glancing and teasing 
touches from her lips and she whispered, "I wouldn't want the 
praise to go to your head, Mulder. But I must admit --"

He swallowed the rest of whatever she'd planned to say, first 
licking his own lips, then hers before crushing her mouth under his.

It was the drag of her fingertips inside the front of his jeans 
that made his breath hitch and intensified their kiss. "Mmm...," 
was all he could manage as she released the remaining buttons 
below his waistband.

When she withdrew her lips from his, his head thudded against the 
wall. Had he been able to keep his eyes open, he would have noticed 
the somewhat bemused expression on her face as she completed what 
she'd started to tell him moments ago. "As I was saying, Mulder," 
he felt both of her hands at his hips now, tugging at his jeans, "I 
must admit you are one damn sexy man."

That got his attention. 

"And Mulder," she half-questioned, her smirk evident, "since when 
did you start going commando?"

He grinned ear to ear in response. "Would I be right in assuming 
you like that?" His fingers tangled in her hair, turning her face up to his.

As she wrapped her hand around his pulsing length, she replied, "I 
would say the evidence strongly supports that assumption, Agent 
Mulder."

And that was the last thing she said as she pulled out of his 
reach, shoving his jeans to his ankles.

His palms smacked the wall on either side of his hips as 
the tip of her tongue swiped at the wetness on the head of his 
penis. The only preamble she was going to give him.  

From that point in time, all he was aware of was a series of 
sensations; each one more overwhelming than the next. The woman 
was going to send him through the roof.

Not that he minded.

He didn't mind when her very hot and wet mouth slipped over him, 
taking as much of his length inside as she could. He didn't mind 
when her hand grasped him at the base, alternating barely-there 
strokes with a more pronounced pressure. He certainly didn't mind 
when her other hand cradled his sac, rolling his balls gently.

It was the combination of her lips moving more quickly up and down 
and then down and back up, and the grazing of her teeth that 
started his impending orgasm. What heightened it for him; turning 
his legs to just so much rubber, was when her hand left his balls 
and found that one spot that when massaged just so, sent him 
skyrocketing.

Scully was responsible for sending him skyrocketing often. But 
somehow, she always seemed to find a new manner in which to do so...

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Later she wondered what had gotten into her tonight. Later as she 
lay in Mulder's arms in his infrequently-used bed. Well, she didn't 
have to think too long.

Aside from the deep soul-binding love she felt for this man, her 
partner in so many ways, there was a simmering carnality about him 
that sometimes bubbled to the surface. It didn't always take much, 
she mused.

Like tonight.

From head to toe. From those damned glasses to his sexy bare feet. 
And the incongruence of the well-worn and fitted jeans with the 
disheveled dress shirt. Very Mulder. Very eclectic, yet somehow put 
together.

He had the look. And she had it bad.

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