From: pepper ann Date: 6 Nov 2002 08:37:04 -0800 Subject: xfc: repost!!! Big O NC-17 Source: atxc Title: Big "O" author: gillianinchains rating: NC-17 categories: MSR, Humor, *smut*, Scully POV spoilers: no. Timeline is about season 7, after the Fowley crap summary: seven years of pent up sexual frustration. You figure it out. author's notes and the disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me. I just like to borrow them and corrupt 'em in my own way. This is just a little smutbiscuit to feed the fire. Missing the Mulder/Scully rapport they used to dig so well. Lakefront Motor Lodge Lake Tahoe, California I have become more aware of my sensuality as of late. For instance, right now I'm in the bathtub of my hotel room, and I can't stop touching my skin. It's very soft; yearning to be caressed. It doesn't help that I haven't been touched for almost seven years. My hands slide up over my knees to my thighs and I marvel at how nice it feels, imagining it's someone else doing the touching. I suppose my lack of foreign tactile sensation is due to my disinterest in all other men except for my partner. Come on now, I *am*, after all, a ripe, attractive woman who has needs just like everyone else. At least, that's what I hammered out with my therapist. We also figured out that I've completely fixated on my seemingly unattainable, though yummy-with-a-spoon Adonis of a partner, leaving my sex life as active as a nun's and a very frustrated special agent as of late. I've been having panic attacks. Sometimes it gets so bad it hurts to breathe because it feels like the universe is pressing onto my chest. My therapist has concluded it has to do with the stress in my job combined with my utter lack of sex life. Eighty fucking dollars a session and *I* could've told her that one. We wrapped a case this afternoon about a man who was kidnapping girls linked to a series of abductions. After a series of lie detector tests, we concluded he was just psychotic and was not aware of their former abtuctee history. Oh well. At least I can relax in my rose oil makeshift whirlpool bath and not have to worry about leaving this hotel room until 11:00 tomorrow morning. I'm so glad I invested in one of those portable whirlpool spas. They're a wonder at relaxing tense muscles. As an added bonus, the rushing water feels rather erotic on the naked flesh. Accompany that with the Beatle's "Abbey Road" on a portable CD player, and I think I may have just discovered my own little slice of Heaven. Actually, a naked Mulder sitting behind me in this bathtub with his erection pressing into my back would be the ultimate Heaven. Stop it, Dana! You need to go out and explore other avenues! You're at your sexual peak, for Christ's sake! What are you doing with it? You're wasting it by fixating on something that will never happen! "I should go out more." I mumble to myself as I lean back and relax into the rush of the water. When I get out of the tub, "I Want You (She's so Heavy)" starts playing, and I begin to move a little as I towel myself off in front of the mirror. I relate to this song. It speaks of frustration; this I know well. Now I'm pretending I'm dancing for Mulder, and I can see everything I'm doing for him in the mirror. I play with my towel a bit, moving it up so it covers my breasts but leaves my vagina exposed, so I gyrate my hips wildly along with the yearning refrain. I can't help but say that my body is becoming. I like to look at it in the mirror after a bathing. Everything's so...soft and clean. Inviting. I wrap my towel around my waist and raise my arms over my head, still moving with the music as I study my breasts. They're quite pretty, actually; round and firm and sort of high. I cup my right breast, encountering baby powdered silk skin, and imagining Mulder being the one with his hand there. I give in to the fantasy, closing my eyes and nibbling slowly on my bottom lip, as I begin to softly caress my nipple, teasing myself. Wow, this feels good. My hips are still gyrating slightly, and the only words in my head right now are "I want you so bad, it's driving me mad, it's driving me mad." My other hand over my head slides down my body to touch my center, my middle finger pressing down firmly. I suck in a breath as I nibble a little harder on my bottom lip. I hear a strangled groan and my eyes fly open to see Mulder standing behind me from the mirror in my bathroom doorway. Oh shit. Oh shit. He lookd pale, like he just got caught committing a major crime. I glance a little further down and notice the incredible hard-on tenting his sweats. Jesus. After a few moments of shock, I regained my bearings. "Oh my God!" I exclaim, pulling my towel around my entire body in a vain attempt to cover up, "Get out of here, Mulder!" "I'm sorry...just...I'm so sorry, Scully." he stammers quickly, backing out of the doorway and all but polevaulting back into his adjoining room. Shit. Fuck. Oh, how horrifying. How long had he been standing there? This is gonna be awkward. Jesus Dana, how the hell did you get caught masturbating? Unfortunately, Mulder and I have to work together, and we can't really afford situations like this between us, so now I suppose we're gonna have to talk about this. I mean, I'm not completely in the wrong, here. He should have knocked. Plus, I don't know how long he had been watching me. I quickly finish drying off, run a brush through my hair, and throw on my white cotton robe, before knocking on the adjoining door. "Mulder, can I come in?" "Sure, Scully." I hear him croak out. I open the door timidly, and step into his room. Good goddamn, he is the stuff dreams are made of, currently sprawled shirtless on his stomach on his bed. I clear my throat and shut the door behind me, standing with my back against it. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, but you obviously um...startled me." I begin. "I'm sorry I didn't knock first, but your door was cracked so I figured you were decent...I know I wasn't meant to see that, and I sincerely hope that you can forgive me." Mulder looks at me with his old standby, pleading puppy, knowing I am instantly softened. "Honestly Mulder, it would be wonderful if we could pretend the whole thing never happened." I give him a half-smile and he does the same in return. "Done and done." he answers, winking jokingly. I sigh with relief. Everything will be okay. "Alright, well, I'm going to go to bed; I'll see you in the morning." I say, giving an absent wave and going back into my room. Astounding, I think as I crawl into bed. That was surprisingly easy considering how embarrasing the situation. This is what I love about Mulder and myself. We can be mature when it comes to our friendship. I turn on my TV and zone out on the late movie until I feel good and drowsy. end part one stay tuned for part two, entitled MonsterBooty! As in, that's what Mulder gets! Timmy. I awake horny and writhing. Not by my own doing, either. Mulder is laying facing me on my bed, sucking my earlobe and clutching my ass. My eyes fly open, and I can tell he sees shock in them, because immediately a finger flies up to my lip and he stops sucking on my lobe to stare into my eyes. He looks crazed, insane. "I lied, Scully." He whispers feverishly, "I can't get that image out of my head...you, touching yourself. I want to touch you. It's driving me slowly insane. Seeing you tonight, I just snapped." He reaches under my robe to squeeze my naked ass, "Please don't be afraid of me?" I whimper at his action and close the distance between our mouths. God, his lips are heaven. My arms fly up around his neck to deepen the kiss, which grows in intensity every second, and I have no idea what to think anymore except, `What the hell do I have to lose? He's already seen me masturbate.' Our tongues are sliding together now, and I sling my right leg over his hip to bring our bodies closer together. Mulder breaks the kiss and looks at me with hopeful eyes, "MmmmmScully, you feel so soft." He says in admiration, gliding his hand up my spine, then lowers his voice a register, "You are alright with me touching you?" he asks, pressing his erection into my thigh, "Do you want me as much as I want you?" now his lips are brushing against mine, and his hot breath feels wonderful against my flesh. I decide honesty is the best way to go, and flick out my tongue to lick his bottom lip, "What if I were to say that I want you so badly I scream inside?" I purr lowly, running an index finger along the waistband of his sweats. His hips twitch a little. Oh, he is so sexy. He twines one hand into my semi-damp strands and the other one on my back clutches me closer to him, "Then you do want me as much as I do you." He says, smiling sincerely, as he's opening the belt to my robe with the hand formerly on my back. I lay down and he kneels over me, opening the flaps of my robe and exposing my naked body to him. "You are one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." He says in quiet awe after taking me in. I'm practically trembling in anticipation as he stares at me reverently, "Just touch me already, Mulder." I finally manage out after a few more seconds of torture. He groans and crushes his mouth to mine in a fiercely passionate kiss, one of his hands sliding over my stomach, down to my sweet spot, and presses one finger hard against the left side of my clit. OH, god that feels good. I moan into his mouth and bite softly on his bottom lip. My hands move down his neck and shoulders to the firm planes of his chest, and I run a thumb over one of his nipples. He sucks in a breath and his finger persists with more pressure, making my hips grind into his hand. Suddenly, I am aware of his erection on my left hip, and the proof of his attraction to me makes me even hotter. One of my hands snake across his back and clutch his round, firm ass, grinding that erection harder into my hip, and this is when he slips a finger into me. "Oh, shit." I sigh, breaking our kiss and breathing into his neck. He pumps another finger in and moves them in and out, curving them a bit on withdrawal. He turns my face to his as he continues his assault, his lips barely brushing mine as he studies my reaction. "Feel okay?" he whispers. My teeth tug at my lip and I gasp, "MMM-Mulder, you're making me feel so good." He takes this encouragement and pumps me a little harder. I let out a long loud moan, and I can feel the pleasure becoming slightly too much to bear, so I pull away. "What's wrong?" Mulder wears concern well. Immediately he's sitting right next to me, attentive and ready to listen. I give him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry." I lean my head over to kiss the dip between his neck and shoulder, "You were just making it very easy for me to call this an early night, and I want to explore you." While I was talking I moved my mouth to his ear, so that last statement was accentuated by my obvious lust. He trembles slightly, and I take this opportunity to fluidly straddle his lap. Hello, Guvnor. I just landed flat on his package. Ooh, it's a big one, too. Mulder growls at this action, and a big gush of wetness overcomes me. That's gonna stain the front of his sweats. He grips my shoulders hard, grinding me down on his still-clothed cock, and I groan. Oh, I don't think he cares! "Now, I devour you." He mouths into the flesh right below my ear. He just made me whimper. But he's also deterring me from my original plan, as his mouth nibbles down my neck and his hips are bucking up into me. Oh, I really just want to give in and let him fuck me until my teeth rattle, but I also want to make sure that he never has sex with another woman ever again without using me as a basis for comparison. I dig my index nail down the indent behind his left shoulder blade and tighten my thighs, making it more difficult for him to keep thrusting. He looks confused, he just wants to keep going, but this is for him. I still him by brushing my lips against his and staring right into his eyes, "Mulder, I do believe that it's your turn." I breathe, toying with his mouth on the words. I justify this by reaching under me and gently grasping his cock, massaging my thumb in the middle of the shaft and pulling my hand quickly away. I punctuate my actions by engaging him in a sweetly passionate kiss, running my hands lazily over his chest and back. I break the kiss and grin widely at him, "You're much too dressed for this occasion, Agent Mulder." I waggle my eyebrows jokingly at him and he lets out a short burst of laughter. "We'll have to do something about that." He says, mock- serious. "Ooh, allow me." I say, crawling down his body slowly, planting a kiss here and there. I reach his waistband and grip it with my hands as I slip off the edge of the bed in standing position for better balance. No way am I having a concussion tonight. I take my time sliding his pants down his hips; I enjoy sweet anticipation. Oh, that's his cock. Holy fuck, yes. It's incredibly...grand. I take one look at the thing and the pants are off in one quick swipe. Mulder regards me, amused. Like he knows he has the prettiest dick I've ever seen. I try to will the blushing away. "What can I say? I'm impressed." I attempt to say sexily. I run a hand up his thigh. Now, to blow this fucker's mind. My hand meets the junction between thigh and groin, and I massage that area appreciatively, and suck slowly on his bottom lip. I end that action by nibbling on the adorable droop in the middle of that bottom lip, and crooning in a voice I didn't even think I had, "You have the most gorgeous cock, Mulder." I appreciate his groan as I wrap one hand around the head of his penis gently. His hips buck involuntarily in response, and a low rumbling emits from his throat. That's so fucking sexy! Can I do it again? I run my index finger slowly down the shaft and cup my hand around his balls, then gently tug downward. His eyes roll into the back of his head as that sexy, fabulous sound rolls out of his mouth once more. A wide grin splits my face from ear to ear as I reach down a bit further and massage his perineum. "Oh, Scully!" he shouts in approval, his hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles are white. Yes. Now I can safely wipe all those other women off his sexual map. That done, now I want a little taste before he fucks me blind. I crouch down, gripping his thighs for support to become eye- level with that beautiful Johnson of his. I wait for his panting to die down to a reasonable level and look up at him. I have an idea. "Mulder?" I question softly; he's currently staring at the ceiling. He slowly looks down at me and I almost come: his eyes are glazed over with lust and his lips are red from chewing on them. "Yes, Scully?" he rasps out. Christ, he is sex. "Aren't you going to watch?" I ask, regaining my bearings. "Watch? Ohhhhhmigod." His question turns into a groan as I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, locking gazes with his. One of his hands reach down to twine in my hair, and I take more of him into my mouth, a little sound of satisfaction coming from the both of us. He tastes pretty good. Not too tangy or salty. What's really getting me right now are his eyes. They haven't moved from mine, and you can practically see the transformation into insane lust. I bob up and down a few times, adding a little more suction every time... Now his hand has tightened in my hair and he's hauling me up, face level, into a kiss so frenzied I'm gasping for air. My arms circle around his neck and close the distance between our bodies, trapping his cock in between us. I don't think I've ever been turned on this much in my entire life. It feels like he's trying to consume me whole. Our mouths proudly do battle for a few minutes, our hands roaming lazily over each other's blessedly naked bodies. It all seems rather uncalculated, until Mulder grips the back of my thighs, picks me up and flips me onto my back on the bed. My surprise is evident, "Mulder, what're you..." Mulder crawls up my body on his haunches, practically leering at me as he touches his forehead to mine, "Want to..." he kisses my nose and starts heading back south, pausing to kiss my bellybutton, "need to..." he kisses the rest of the way down, finishing his statement with his breath hot on my anxious pussy, "taste you." He all but growls into me as he tears into me like an animal, a full frontal assault on the luxurious approach that we had been taking. Oh, mmmm, he's using his tongue in the most wonderful way, and I hope I didn't deafen him with the loud yell I couldn't help but let out. Oh, and his nose keeps bumping my clitoris in the most stimulating way. My hips are desperately trying to move, and my resolve is becoming less and less with each tongue swirl and nip he's administering. Luckily, he's anchoring them down with his powerful arms. I can feel my thighs start to tremble and he lets off, crawling back up my body. I whimper from the loss of his mouth, and he stares at me intently, causing a sharp twinge of desire to throb in my center, "We're finishing this together." He groans lazily, his head wandering down then to my left breast and nuzzling it softly, "So, what's the game plan?" I squeak for a second as he nibbles on my nipple, "G-Game plan?" Mulder stops sucking on my breast after a second and releases the nipple with a sort of smacking sound, "How do you want me to fuck you, Scully? Do you preferred position; on top, bottom, backwards, sideways, upside down..." I bark out a laugh, "Upside down?" His eyes practically gleam at me, "It can be done." He affirms. I think for a second, "I'm in your hands, Mulder." I decide, running my right hand gently along his torso, back and forth, "From this point on, it's your show. You can do anything you want." I pause to kiss his chin, "*Anything*." His mouth hangs open for a beat and this slowly turns into a sexy grin, "That was the hottest way to get out of making a decision, Scully." He cracks, pinching my ass. I squeal out, and now, to calm the laughter down, "Oh, you see right through me." I mock pout. Mulder runs his hand along my side, "It's been a while, I'm assuming?" he sounds almost hopeful. Somehow, I don't really want to say exactly, so I just go for the ballpark, "Let's just say it's been a long, long time." I murmur, trying not to look in his eyes. "Okay," he says, laying down on his back, "You on top. For starters." He grins at me almost expectantly, looking from me to his cock as if to say, "Hop on." I smile, seeing where this is going, what Mulder's `master plan' was in this newfound game of ours. This is the position most conducive to me being in control, and it has been a while; he just doesn't want me to get hurt. I'm moved. I raise up on my knees and make my way to Mulder, straddle his hips, and kiss his nose. I position my input to his (rather large) output, and one of his hands settles on my waist, not to control movement more so as just to touch me, and I slowly sink down. Oh, good lord, he's huge. My eyes have rolled back into my head. It's hurting a lot less than I originally thought, however. Finally, I've taken all of him in and have settled my ass on top of his thighs. I expel a deep breath. "Ohhhhh." Mulder's breathing is pretty ragged, "God Scully, you're so fucking tight." He manages out, sweat beading his brow in the most delicious way. I lean over to kiss him; I don't want to start moving yet. I still need to get used to his size, because MY GOD! He's huge. We kiss softly, languidly, and he's being a good boy and keeping his hips still... Oh-OHHH, Fuck. Ahhh, he just adjusted a little bit, and damn, did it feel a-fucking-mazing! 10-4, goodbuddy. It's a clear go. I raise my hips up a bit, breaking our kiss and straightening back up before sliding back down, much to our satisfaction. This time I use my knees to lift me even higher, until only the head is inside me, them clench my vaginal walls on the trip back down. This is rewarded with a very loud "Oh, Scully!", his hips bucking up to meet mine, and our groins grinding together on contact. Which prompted me to reward him with a very loud, "Oh, Mulder!" and to repeat my actions a second time; thus establishing a pattern. Or so I thought. Soon he's sitting up, thrusting up just a little more forcefully, but engaging me in a nice kiss, so it's okay. I counter by swirling my hips at the end on the thrust back down, and he releases a groan. And thusly flips us both on our sides, slipping all the way out of me, to my dismay. I let out a whine and he shushes me and kisses the top of my head, "You want this to last, don't you?" he chuckles, proud of himself. I squeeze his left buttcheek, "Of course I do." I smile as he jumps. "Then fling your leg over my hip." He coaxes. "You want me to fling?" I giggle at his choice of words. He grabs my leg and moves it over his hip until I can feel his cock level again with my pussy, and I let out a soft "mmmm" in anticipation. "If you want something done, I guess you gotta do it yourself." He says, pressing his forehead to mine, "Another thing I like about this position: I can kiss you." Now his tongue is in my mouth and we're kissing and he's adjusting his cock...OOOOHHH, FUCK! He just thrust back in, all the way. "Ahhh, that felt good." I acknowledge into his mouth. Mulder moans in agreement, dragging himself out slowly and thrusting roughly back in once more, and I softly suck his tongue into my mouth, this feels so good. I'm so deliriously happy right now. Why didn't we (oh) do this (Ohhh, Mulder!) sooner? Unfortunately, we can't gain too much momentum in this position, so now Mulder is rolling me onto my back, wrapping my other leg around his other hip in the process, pinning my hands over my head with his, and continuing his fabulous assault of my body. Mmmm, I like this position. So much Mulder all over me, I'm comepletely surrounded by him. Plus, his pelvic bone keeps grinding into my clit in the most pleasurable way. "Hey Scully, can we adjust (thrust) something here?" Mulder asks me, nipping my cheek. "What did I (thrust) say earlier? Do (thrust) what you want." He pulls out, takes my legs, and raises them so the calves rest on his shoulders, then bends over, grasps my hips, and raises up on his knees, taking me with him until only my upper back and shoulders are still on the bed. I raise the questionable eyebrow. He grins at me, "Upside down. Sort of." I continue to give him the "look". "It'll make you scream or your money back." He jokes, adjusting his cock. "I'm paying for this?" I crack right before he thrusts downward, deep and hard. A scream rips from my throat. God, that felt good. Oh, he did it again! Sure, I'd pay. I'll just hire Mulder on as my personal sex slave, and he can quit the FBI and do this full- time. Oh yeah; right there! Mmmm, he is so good at this! The assault continues and soon I realize that this position isn't very conducive to the movement of my hips at all, and this feels so good, but there's that one spot that he just keeps missing and if I moved my hips just a little bit... It's like he read my mind. He moves my ass back down on the bed, but keeps my legs slung over his shoulders, sort of balancing on my thighs as his face comes back into contact with mine, "Consider this one on me." He jokes, thrusting up into me in such a way our entire bodies move with the force of it. I can move my hips! A little. But a little is better than not at all, and I am freakishly strong... Back to the sex. This position allows our faces to be in contact, so our natural reaction is to kiss as much as our consciences will allow. Oh, he feels so good. I have Mulder everywhere, all over and inside me, and he's fanfuckingtastic. I move my hips about a half-an-inch to the right, ohhh, there's the spot, right there, keep that, oh Mulder... "...rightthererightthererightthereohgodohgodohoOHHHHHH MULDER, RIGHT FUCKING THERE..." ...and he's pounding into me hard, deep, and fast, and my orgasm is here and it feels amazing... "S-Sc-SCULLEEEEE! Oh, fuck, mmm, SCULLY! " Mulder pants, releasing right behind me. But I'm still going, riding on waves of orgasm unseen, and it feels so good I think I've gone blind, and he hasn't stopped thrusting at all; still shooting and his orgasm started how long ago? Who cares? Oh, Oh wow, Mulder. I feel another peak! Ahhh-oh oh GOD! OH MULDER! OH, FUCK! ******************************************************* I passed out, after about five good minutes of orgasm. I believe I deserved it after one of the most intense ever recorded. I awake to Mulder trying to gingerly pull the bedcover off the bed around my sprawled body. "So, whatcha doin'?" I ask, sitting up. "Getting rid of the wet spot." He answers in a sing-song voice. I move out of the way and he flings the bedcover to the floor, "And that's the end of that." Mulder pretends to dust off his hands quickly before motioning me to move under the sheets with him. I comply, he lays on my right side on his back and I mold my body to his laying partially on top of him with one of my legs twined with his. "I missed sex." I sigh, kissing accessible skin on his chest. "So why deprive yourself?" Mulder asks the un-askable question. I look up at him, "What do you mean, exactly?" Believe me, I am in no position to be mad, but I am curious as to why he asked. "Scully, you are a gorgeous, intelligent, successful woman, who, indicated by our activities a short while ago, seems to have a healthy sexual appetite. You could have anyone you wanted." Mulder explains "See, your answer's there, Mulder. I didn't really want anyone except..." I have to stop myself. I can't relinquish too much control at this point, and I'm afraid I've already given too much away. I can accept having turned physical with Mulder, but too much and I may never find myself again. "Scully, are you saying that all this time you've been saving yourself because you wanted me?" I hit him lightly in the arm, "You make it sound like I was a virgin! If I have to be perfectly honest, I just wasn't attracted t any man after I joined the X-Files, and over time, I realized it was because I was in love with you." I say, dropping the words at the end of my statement. Oh, shit. Now I know I've said too much. What, does he have truth serum in his semen? Why, WHY did I just say that? I close my eyes in embarrassment. Now he's going to leave and run back into his room because I was stupid enough to utter the dreaded "L" word. He didn't say love. He said he wanted me. There's a difference. His hand tips my chin up to his face, and I don't see disappointment, or pity. I see, I see... "I'm in love with you, too." He says softly, like he's afraid I'm going to break. I see love. The rarest form: complete, honest, astoundingly beautiful and unconditional love, and it's all looking back at me through this wonderfully quirky, sexy man's eyes. I know he sees the same thing in me right now, and I breathe in deeply, the entire weight of the world leaving my chest because now I have answers. Mulder loves me, and he knows that I love him. "I love you." I repeat the proclamation. It feels good. "I love you more." He counters, stroking my back lightly. "Doubtful. After that blinding orgasm I just had? You're a wonder, the best sex by far, and I love you more." I argue, getting up in his face. "What about that thing that you do with your muscles that you did during my orgasm?" "That was involuntary! I was in the middle of a five minute orgasm, Mulder. I had no idea what my body was doing then." "Five minutes? Okay, we love each other equally, then." Mulder grins at me, "Agreed?" I kiss his mouth sweetly in compliance, "Agreed." "So, what do we do now?" Mulder asks, understanding that we do have a lot of new ground to cover, what with the whole new development in our relationship and all. But I'm too tired to hammer all that out tonight. We've been busy horny little FBI agents. "We sleep. I'm exhausted, and I'm assuming you are, too?" he nods, "We'll talk tomorrow." I say, nestling myself into the crook between Mulder's shoulder and arm. "Love you." I mumble. "I love you too, Scully." Mulder says with a sigh of content. I drift into a stressless sleep in Mulder's arms, the last words seeping into my consciousness, "Five minutes. Fox Mulder, you are the king!" Oh yes. Long live the king. Fin. "Alright you little shit-machine, mommy's going to score." Jay's mom