Title: MulderLocations 02 Authors: Spooky's Girl and Nancy Summary: Second in the Series. Mulder and Scully Lodge sit Keywords: MSR, Can we say 'smut'? Rating: NC-17; what else did you expect? xxxxxxxxxxx 28 December; The Lodge The sun slowly crept up over the eastern skylights, bathing the room below in warming rays. The fire had died down to smoldering embers, the room cooling considerably. Scully absently ran her hand through Mulder's hair, softly humming at the feel of his soft strands against her skin. Her other hand lazily stroked him, finding him already partially erect. And her hum changed to a low moan. Burrowing under the quilt, she brought her hand from his hair to his chest, her lips following. Mulder stirred, smiling at the highly erotic Scully Dream he was currently engaged in, marveling at just how *real* it all felt. Her lips on his nipples, sucking gently and not-so-gently, her hand gripping and pumping along his shaft, the sound of her moaning... Slipping further beneath the quilt, Scully tongued his navel and felt his abs contract slightly under her touch. "Schulleee... His voice trailed off, his brain able to focus on one sensation at a time and right now, her hands and mouth were creating just about all the sensation he could process. When she touched his almost full erection with her lips and tongue, he bucked. Scully steadied his hips with her hands, gently but firmly holding him in place. His hands flapped at and then brushed the quilt off them, wanting and needing to see her mouth on him. His fingers laced in her soft tresses his fingers merely following the increasing rhythm of her head as she took him into her mouth then released him, over and over again. He could no longer hold back the growl that forced its way from him and his hips would not stay still. He bent his knees, his feet flat on the bearskin rug as he thrust into her hot and very wet mouth. When she started cupping his sac, he nearly jumped out of his skin, his eyes rolling back into his head. In their mutual, erotic fog, Mulder managed to maneuver Scully so she was straddling his face without losing her mouth's contact with his throbbing erection. "Ahhh...God, Muhlllderrr...," she moaned briefly, letting him slip from between her lips as he separated her folds with his thumbs. She spread her legs further, almost sitting on his face, as she kissed the tip of him before drawing him back into her mouth. He nuzzled her clit with his nose as his tongue lapped at her moisture, dipping into her with just the tip and then his whole tongue. Erotic fog or not, they were both reveling in their bodies, in each other's body. Overwhelmed at the feel of his tongue and his nose, she started panting quickly and once again had to let him fall from her mouth. Instead, she began a manual pumping on his shaft as he matched the rhythm with his tongue, adding his fingers to his repertoire. Scully's legs started to shake from holding the same position for so long. Mulder rolled them onto their sides, continuing the shared assault. She brought one knee to her chest, resting the knee high on his hip to give him better access and he bent his leg to do the same. Somewhere in-between sleep and wakefulness, she became totally aware of what her partner was doing to her and couldn't recall how it had all began. A sense of panic overtook her until she focused on two things: it was her partner and what he was doing felt so damn good she thought she'd happily die from the intensity alone. She knew that this exact position had played a part in her fantasies before, but never with the carnal and earthy feelings he was evoking in her now. She felt the change in him even before she recognized it in herself. His balls rose tightly to his body and his hips rocked and moved spasmodically against her hand. He clutched at her lower body, pulling her core as close to his mouth as he could. Scully felt as if he were beginning an all out invasion with a strict time limit. And it was sheer bliss. His tongue flicked repeatedly over and around her clit as his fingers pushed into her. She wriggled her hips trying to find just the right combination of movement and position, wanting his face inside her, against her now pulsing core. He rolled them yet again, this time he knelt over her, his forearms on either side of her hips. The changed angle caused her to improvise, using her hands to pump him and run her thumb underneath the prominent ridge while her lips and tongue lapped at his balls. His position allowed him different access, one arm wrapping around and underneath her thigh, his fingers grazing her perineum and slipping inside her slick canal while his other hand parted her labia. He continued his oral ministrations, his tongue making broad strokes around and over her clit, his lips drawing her bud into his mouth. The sensations built in her, threatening to push her over the edge. She spread her legs, her bent her knees falling open wider. "Mulder...I can't...I..." Her words were lost as she took him back into her mouth, sucking him as if she could will his cum into her throat. The stars he saw had nothing to do with heavenly bodies, only that of his partner thrusting against his face. She arched as he bucked into her mouth, helpless to hold back his own orgasm. She felt the electricity shoot through them from their heads to their toes as if they were one. She couldn't tell where her release began and his ended. She swallowed hard and let the remainder of his ejaculate pool on his belly, lapping it up as his body slowed. "God, Scully, what the..." As she drew the quilt up and carefully disengaged herself from him, she snuggled into him, her back to his chest. He wrapped an arm around her as her leg slid between his. She felt his lips against the shell of her ear as he asked the same question she had, "How did we get, uh...I mean...who's idea was this?" "Are you--heck, Mulder, I don't even know what happened and I have no idea who decided..." "Are we 'ok', though, Scully?" "Well, neither of us has any injuries, I'm pretty euphoric and I can't remember the last time I felt this good." "Same here, but what do you actually remember about how we got here?" As if to draw strength as much as comfort, Scully snuggled back against him, slipping into the feel of his still very warm and toned body. Puzzling over his question she said, "Last thing I remember, Mulder, is you suggesting we play some pool. Something about a little 'wager'." Little by little some of the bits and pieces fell into place. "Guess we had a bit too much wine, huh, Scully?" She turned in his arms, suddenly needing to look into his eyes. "Well, if the bottles are the evidence, I'd say, 'yes'." He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her nose. "I don't think any amount of alcohol would allow either of us to do something we didn't want to do. Or hadn't been thinking about doing. And I know I'd been thinking about it before last night." She kissed his chin. Her fingers resting on his face, she smiled at him. "I think I know why I'm suddenly so sore, Mulder." "Yes?" "Do you remember last night? A pool game?" She watched his face, preferring to see the emotion over hearing the actual words. His eyes lit up and he kissed her lips with a tired, sloppy, wet and warm touch. "Sure do, Scully. Sure do." "No regrets?" "No regrets." Their lips met in a tender, but passionate, kiss. ~~~~~~~~~~ 24 Hours Earlier Brrrnng... "Mulder, I need a favor." "Anything, Scully, name it." "You might want to wait and hear what it is first." "Nah; I'll be okay no matter what it is, partner." Scully sighed into the phone. This was way too easy and she felt like she was taking advantage of the fact that Mulder would probably refuse her nothing. "My friend Denise has a lodge in the mountains. She's flying south for a few days and, well,..." "Out with it, Scully." He reflected on how difficult it was for her to ask him to help her out. What was she afraid of? He couldn't and wouldn't refuse her anything. Point of fact, he was always touched when she actually asked for something she needed. Self reliant and independent Scully in need just moved him somehow. "She wanted me to housesit this weekend and I really didn't want to go alone and Mom's out of town and well, I, ...um..." "I'd love to house, or, should I say, 'lodge' sit with you." The snow hadn't let up and Denise had insisted on paying for a rental SUV for them. Scully was very glad as the roads grew increasingly treacherous. The trip took a little over two hours. The lodge was moderately sized and resembled a Swiss Chalet on the outside. Parking the SUV in the private garage, they carried their bags into the open hearthed main room. "This place is gorgeous, Scully." Mulder admired the exposed, rough-hewn, wood beams of the vaulted ceiling, the carved slate stones of the fireplace and the large, oversized sofas. "There's even a bear skin rug." "Down boy." Scully marveled at his ability to readily immerse himself in any new situation like a child. They wandered from room to room, passing a fully equipped galley kitchen, three bedrooms with private baths and a large gameroom; all on the main level. Scully turned to find Mulder admiring the gameroom. "Ever play 'pocket pool', Scully?" She blushed at the very obvious innuendo. Having two brothers, she was not stranger to the term. "Sure have, Mulder." Check, checkmate. "Let's go get unpacked." They headed upstairs, each choosing a large bedroom with vaulted skylights. "You hungry, Scully?" "Not really, but maybe some wine and cheese?" "Sounds good." They made their way to the kitchen and Scully found two large, balloon goblets. As she poured the Merlot, Mulder found some Asiago and cheddar, along with some crusty Italian bread. "Denise thought of everything, didn't she?" Scully laughed as they placed everything on a large wooden tray to carry it to the hearth. Mulder uncorked the wine and poured, offering a goblet to Scully and then holding his up in a toast. "To Denise for her thoughtfulness." Scully smiled as she clinked her glass to his. For a while, neither said a word, sipping the claret liquid and nibbling on the cheeses and bread. "Penny for your thoughts, Scully." Mulder moved a little closer to her, refilling both goblets. "Just a penny?" "Inflation; what can I say?" "Ok," she paused, debating her response, "I guess I'm thinking about just how relaxing it is here, how I, we, never..." "Never, what?" She finished her wine and he refilled hers, as well as, topping off his own. "Nothing, Mulder." He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. "Scully, don't; don't deny it." Whether it was the wine, the setting or the electricity she always seemed to sense from him, she couldn't maintain the physical connection. Her feelings, her emotions, were riding way too close to the surface. "I'm not denying anything." Mulder was clearly disappointed, but didn't want to push her. Well, actually, he did, but knew he'd only succeed in turning her farther away. "Ok, Scully; I'll leave it there, for now." They finished the Merlot, having eaten only a bit of the food and Mulder grabbed another bottle. The silence seemed interminable, so Mulder suggested a game of pool. ~~~~~~~~~~ The Game The gameroom was designed like an English pub, stone walls, several plaques of beer and liquor logos, a dartboard, two pinball machines, and the standard pool table in the middle. In the far corner sat a bar with five bar stools, and a grill on the otherside. The place was certainly well stocked. "You're in for a real treat Scully, it's not everyday you get to play with a pool champion." "Feeling a little high on yourself aren't you Mulder?" She reached underneath and grabbed the triangle, setting the balls up inside, stripe, solid, stripe, solid with the eight ball stuck somewhere in the middle. "You don't study in England without learning and excelling at the game." "Yeah, but British pool is so much different than American, or has it been so long that you've forgotten about it?" "Stripes, solids, reds, yellows, same thing, just different looks. Are you calling me an old man now?" He tossed her a pool cue and started chalking the tip of his with the blue cube sitting on the corner of the rack. "I'm not calling you young and virile, that much I can tell you." She was grinning ear to ear, not remembering when she'd had so much fun in one night with Mulder, and the night hadn't even begun yet. "Besides Mulder, I didn't grow up a navy brat without learning a few tricks of my own." She shrugged off the sweater she had on to reveal a small, black tank that left nothing to the imagination, and grabbed her glass of wine, taking a long sip before placing the white ball in its position before looking up at Mulder. He was speechless looking at her, this was one trick he hadn't planned on at all, and he downed the rest of his glass before topping it off again. Well two can play at this game he thought, and grabbed his cue stick, ready to show her how to play a real game. "All right Scully, since you seem so confident in your skills and the fact that I’m not ‘young and virile’ as you say, I propose a bet, a wager." "What are your terms?" "Well since we’re not playing for money, we’ll have to think of something else." The terms of the wager were discussed and finally agreed upon by the two, and Mulder was ready to show Scully just how ‘virile he was’. "Ladies first Scully." "Are you sure? You may want to go first cause it'll be the only time you'll get to play." "I think I can manage to get a few good hits in there, like I said, ladies first." He walked over to the opposite end of the table, wanting a full view of the table, and was granted with another view, one that he knew was going to distract him from the rest of his game. Scully was bent at the waist over the table, cue stick in hand as she readied to make the break, and all he could see was her breasts ready to fall out of her shirt. The stark black contrasted with her skin making it look milky smooth, and it took every ounce of willpower inside of him not to walk over and just grab one of them for himself. She made the break and three solids flew into right corner pocket. "Not bad Scully, but don't think that fluke is gonna make any difference in the game." "We'll see how much of a difference this so-called fluke will make Mulder, number four in the side pocket to your left." Not only did number four make it in said pocket, but number three made it into the top right as well. Damn her, why did he ever agree to play with her to begin with? She sunk her last three balls no problem, never leaving Mulder a chance to even play this game, however it wasn't like he was bored, he had quite enjoyed himself watching her bend over at every stroke of the cue, it wasn't a side of Dana Scully he got to see often. "Wanna play again big guy? Or have you had enough humiliation for one night?" She watched as he moved around the table, setting up the triangle and pool balls again, and grabbed another glass of wine. She was surprised she was still standing after this amount, the second bottle was almost empty. She could feel it taking its effect, her head was spinning and she was finding it increasingly difficult to think any rational thoughts, and it didn't help when Mulder decided to lean in really close to speak to her as well. "Hey, earth to Scully, you gonna break the balls again?" The wine was prominent on his breath, giving off a spicy yet sweet scent that went to her head faster than any wine could. "Huh? Yeah, my turn. Prepare to go down Mulder." Now that was an interesting thought that went through his mind at those words 'go down Mulder'. She probably didn't even realize what she was saying. The wine was starting to affect him now, so she must be long gone at this point, she was never able to tolerate as much alcohol as he was. The game was running along the same lines of the last one, only on her third shot he got a break, she slipped and angled wrong, one of balls bounced off his knocking it into the pocket for him. "Looks like Miss. Scully is not so pro now is she?" "Shut up Mulder and take your shot." "Now watch a real pro handle the cue stick." "Oh, I'm sure you're a real expert at handling the stick Mulder, years and years of solitary practice..." "Haha funny." He leaned in behind her, pressing her body between his and the table, and his mouth just floated over her ear as he spoke. "The key is to keep your mind focused at all time, don't allow for any distractions whatsoever, cause they'll screw you up." His words went in one year and out the other. Something about distractions? She couldn't think, and she was sure it wasn't because the wine had clouded her head, or maybe it was partly that, she wasn't sure about anything anymore. The only thing she was sure about was the hard, lean body pressed up against hers fully, and what could only be defined as an extremely aroused erection digging into her back. She could smell his sweet breath as he spoke into her ear, a mix of the sunflower seeds he was chewing on the drive over, the cheese, wine, and something utterly masculine, something that could only be described as Mulder. He wrapped his arms around her while aiming his cue stick on the table, and continued his speech, although she didn't really pay much attention to a word he said. The feeling of drinking too much wine combined with him surrounding her in every which way, the sensation of his sweet breath on her ear and cheek was too much to handle. "It's very simple really, you line the stick up and aim for the hole, if you don't aim right, you're not gonna get it in." Sticks and holes, she had to wonder if he even knew what he was saying and how it was sounding to her. She understood exactly what he meant, only when thinking of aiming sticks into holes, she was thinking of something else entirely, something she shouldn't be thinking of when with him. It was too much, she wanted him, and she wanted him now, pool game be damned. "Mulder, will you just shut up!" She did her best to squirm in her place, however he had her pressed so close there was nowhere to go. "What? You don't want to learn the art of playing pool?" He shifted slightly in his stance, giving just enough room to wiggle and turn herself around while remaining within the confines of his arms. He started to back away, giving her more room when she put a hand out on his chest to stop him, "I said shut up, I didn't say leave." "But..." she knew she had confused him, his eyes was full of misunderstanding, and he wore a pout. A full one that left his lower lip hanging out tempting her just to move an inch forward and grab it with her own mouth. Which she did. Within seconds she had pulled him into her mouth, and finally tasted what she had wanted all these years and denied herself, the forbidden fruit so to speak. And no wonder it was forbidden, it was better than anything she had tasted before, easier to get drunk off of and certainly distracting enough to ignore what the rest of the world was doing at this very moment. It was just her and his lower lip being sucked and nibbled on inside hers. It didn't take Mulder very long though to catch onto what was happening, and within moments the cue stick fell from his hands and they were immediately on her body. "Mmm...you taste good too." He had joined her in the tongue duel, tasting every breath that escaped her mouth and ended up in his. Together they nipped and sucked, and tasted, forgetting the cue sticks sitting on the floor, and balls remaining unbroken at the other end of the pool table. More important things were on their minds, namely 'them'. His hands moved quickly yet slowly over her body, exploring and memorizing her. Beneath his hard urgent hands was something softer than silk, and while he had imagined what it would have like, nothing compared to this reality. They immediately went to the waistband of her shirt, and tugged it from her jeans, exposing the smooth flesh of her belly, and a simple white silk bra. Even the simplest of lingerie on Scully looked like it could come out of a Victoria Secret's catalogue. He was entranced. Meanwhile she had started an exploration of her own, his shirt gone in less than a minute, and her tongue was everywhere. He could hardly hide his groan, as she was tongue bathing him in one of the most sensitive areas on the neck, "Scuuullly." "Too much?" "Way too much." She smiled wickedly and continued her slow torture/worship of his body, leaving his hands numb at his sides from the feelings she was producing inside of him. "I want to touch you." "Then touch me." "I can't, not when you're doing that to me." By this time she had reached for his jeans and was working the buttons, only pausing to speak to him again, "then don't touch me, let me do all the touching for you." The smell of alcohol and pre-sex was in the air, and he wanted her so badly at this point that she was right, it didn't matter whether he touched her at all, he knew he'd still be getting her, but even drunk he wanted to do this right. He allowed his pants and boxers to fall to the floor before pushing her hard against the pool table. "I said I wanted to touch you." He growled in her ears, before leaning over and taking a nipple in his mouth. And did Scully ever thank the heavens for his oral fixation, only she wanted it used somewhere else, somewhere where it was needed more urgently. Every tug of his teeth sent electric shocks down her body, all pooling in the same place. She was ready for him. She had been ready for a while, but now, she was really ready for him. "Now Mulder." "Now, what?" he grumbled against her chest, enjoying the new home his face had found. "Now, now." "That doesn't answer my question." "Take me now, fuck me now, anything along those lines, just get inside of me NOW. I'm drunk, and I'm horny as hell, just make it happen." "Your wish is my command." Before she could say another word he had picked her up and sat her on the edge of the pool table, opening her legs to him. The view he saw was one of the most magnificent, although he was too drunk to care himself, and slid home. She was warm, wet and sticky, and he loved it as he moved inside of her. Her legs clasped around his back, bringing him closer to the spot as he moved. Each thrust was met with a cry from each as she moved long with him. His hot, sweaty skin combined with the rough texture of the pool table against her ass felt like nothing ever did before, and she needed more of him. with each thrust she found herself moving backwards onto the table, shaking it along with her, and getting worse as they picked up the pace. They were both nearing the edge, the cries getting more frantic, each getting sloppier in their attempts to keep control. Truth was she wanted to lose control, in her drunken state, she wanted to go over the edge with him, and she was so damn close too. The room was filled with the sound of grunts and moans, and slapping bodies as he continued the torture on her, giving her all he had inside of him until he couldn't give her anything more, and it was just enough. Together they peaked and soared, their surroundings turning into oblivion and it was just the two of them together, slumped against the table. For several moments, it was just the two of them breathing, their sticky bodies still together has he lay collapsed on top of her. He didn't want to move, and if it weren't for his crushing body on top of hers, she would have stayed there forever. "Mulder...move." "Sorry" he groaned as he slipped out and off her. He was already sore, he couldn't imagine how she was feeling, the angle on the table was the best for either of them physically. "You okay?" "Yeah, I just need to move to some place more comfortable." "There's a bed upstairs..." he waggled his eyebrows at her in bold invitation. "I've got one better, there's a bearskin rug next door." END