From: Jennifer Scott Date: 30 Apr 2000 22:39:27 GMT Subject: NEW: "Demolitions" (NC-17) by Jennifer Scott. 1/1. Title: Demolitions Author: Jennifer Scott (Mirax327@aol.com) Keywords: PWP, M/S Classification: VRA Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None Archival: Spookies, Gossamer, Ephemeral: definitely. Anywhere else: yes, too, but I ask that you tell me where. Disclaimer: If *I* owned the X-Files, more episodes would end with scenes like this. Sadly, they don't; ergo, pretty much everything in this story belongs to Chris Carter and 10-13 productions... except sex. I'm fairly certain someone else invented that. No infringement is intended. Feedback: Pretty please? With a Mulder (or Scully) on top? Or bottom, if you so prefer... Mirax327@aol.com Notes at end. X~X~X~X~X Demolitions by Jennifer Scott X~X~X~X~X When Scully awoke on her stomach, naked, in her partner's bed, with his fingers insinuated firmly between her legs, she knew it was all about demolition. Unresolved frustrations, both innately personal and personally professional, aside, there was no excuse for their sudden explosion of wanton lechery. This wasn't about love, or passion, or needs, or wants. Well... maybe a little about wants. But neither tenderness and caring, nor flowers and candlelight, nor compassion and empathy had ignited this personal fireball of lust. The only tenderness was that of oversensitized flesh; the only light, that of the wanton explosion's heated glow; the only compassion, warm fingers or warmer tongues applied at a critical moment, one delivering the other from the desperation of delayed release. Rather, in favor of this bursting bomb of carnality, they demolished propriety and standards and decorum and appropriacy. Not destroyed, devastated, wrecked, or razed: these afforded room for mischance or misunderstanding. Demolished. Forget fate, chance, kings, and desperate men; the lubricity seeping into the sheets was all about them. Them and their demolitions. Mulder and Scully go self-destructive. She opened her eyes, but might as well not have. In the deepest shadows of the darkened bedroom, facing away from her parter, now draped oh-so-artistically over her back, she saw nothing of importance. So she shut her eyes and her mind to anything that wasn't between her legs. Mulder's fingers traversed from her heated sex, down the softness of her inner thighs, to the delicate skin behind her knees. When his touch became feather light, dancing across the pit of her knee, she shivered and a random ragged breath interrupted the pattern of gentle susurrations. She was awake, he knew it, and she knew he knew. Mulder turned his hand to make its return trip north. Propping himself above her on one elbow, he casually tossed a leg across both of hers, effectively pinning her in place. Not that she minded. Scully had just noted the prod of a hardening cock against her leg when his hand smoothed itself across the swell of her rear, gave a parting squeeze, and shifted, parting and spreading the folds of her sex. Stretching languorously, Scully pulled the muscles of her back taut, then relaxed her whole body into the piles of pillows. She laid back to enjoy the show; Mulder rarely, if ever, disappointed. Unexpectedly, he dropped his head to the back of her neck, burrowing his face into her hair. Inhaling deeply once, twice, three times, he then nudged the curtain of red to one side. First with his mouth, then solely tongue, he sketched delicate whorls across her pale skin. Scully tilted her chin to give him better access, noting the trail of wetness he left along her slackened muscles. Occipitalis, Splenius capitus, Sternocleidomastoid, Platysma, Trapezius, Deltoid. She catalogued idly, wondering if Mulder thought he could simply open his mouth and devour her whole. She gasped at a sudden nip at the flesh of her upper shoulder and pressed her breasts more firmly into the mattress. Her nerve endings reveled in the eruption of friction between her tight and tightening nipples and the touch of foreign sheets. Impatiently, Scully shifted, tilting her pelvis to improve the angle of Mulder's fingers. Rather than do as she wished-- plunge his hand into her-- he cautiously circled her entrance. Occasionally dipping a fingertip into her spreading wetness, he moistened his touch and her folds, but avoided both penetration and her swelling clitoris. Neglected, it began to thrum, demanding attention and contact. Again, Scully thrust her lower body at him, but this time he withdrew his hand completely, placing it demurely atop the back of her thigh. Scully felt anger detonate behind her eyes. With one arm, she reached behind her, clasping his wrist and attempting to return it to its rightful place; he easily caught it and pinned it to the bed, trailing his mouth along its length. Open-mouthed kisses travelled along her sensitive upper arm, pausing for a rest at the inside of her elbow. With her other arm-- now the only one free-- she reached back, angling her own hand to continue Mulder's derelict duty. He smoothly batted it away. "Dammit, Mulder." Scully felt the growl emanate from deep within her own throat. If she could give herself over to the lasciviousness they had created, the least he could do was reciprocate. But, no; Mulder had to waste time trying to be tender and chary. Maybe if he'd quit screwing around, they could fuck. Twisting beneath him, Scully wrenched her arm out of his grasp. Turning to face him, she felt Mulder withhold a groan as his rigid penis was caught between her hip and his leg. She let slip a vengeful smile. Shifting, Scully managed to place her legs, one along either side of his body, and knocked loose the elbow he rested on. When he slipped and fell flat atop her, although he braced himself with his forearms, she bent her knees and planted them on the backs of his knees. Though he was still above her, now Scully was the one pinning Mulder in place. Something told her he was less thrilled than she had been. Reaching behind him in a move that firmly pressed her breasts into his chest, dragging her nipples through the sparse hair and eliciting gasps from them both, Scully grabbed his ass and pulled it closer into the cradle of her thighs. There was a dangerous glimmer deep in the green-gold of his eyes, flaring in the darkened room, but she ignored it. Allowing one hand to trail up his toned back, Scully scraped her fingernails across his skin, posessively marking him as her own; grasping blindly down and behind him, Scully found by touch his balls, clutching and lightly squeezing him. Though the spark of hazard still flickered in his eyes, it was eclipsed by the moan he tried to hold back, yet she still felt resonate against her own chest. The match had been touched to fuse, and they both knew it. Abandoning both back and balls, Scully grasped his cock with both hands, rubbing it parallel along her own opening, allowing her wetness to seep onto his own sex. If he could tease, so could she. Pressing every inch of her body tightly to his, Scully molded herself against Mulder. She opened her mouth against his left shoulder, kissing and sucking in a harsher, rougher imitation of his earlier caresses. Biting lightly, then applying suction to the reddened mark, she swiped her tongue across his newly-wounded shoulder, as if to give it the Scully Seal of Approval. Moving slightly lower, she next focused on the ridge of his clavicle. Nipping and sucking, she continued to give new meaning to 'bruising kisses,' attacking him with the ferocity she had desired for herself. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. She could feel him straining, struggling for restraint, above her, but Scully also knew she would win out in the end. Satisfied that his collarbone had learned its lesson, she shifted her attention to his male nipple. As she opened her mouth for a third round of hickie exchange worthy of the National High School Title, his hand quickly rose to her face. With his thumb applying force to her cheek and his fingers tangled in her hair, he caught her in a vehement kiss of his own. His tongue drove its way into her mouth, past her lips, between her teeth, a welcome violation. {Yessssss} she thought, or might have hissed against his mouth, hungrily matching his own blast of craving. This time, when she shoved her hips against his, he met her thrust, angling his cock toward her. He paused in his motions, as if to question her, but she impatiently pushed herself up toward him, managing to push him an inch or two into her body. Triumphant, she lowered her upper back down to the bed, tugging him down after her. With a feigned air of supreme indifference, he thrust the rest of the way in, evoking a salacious smile from Scully. She didn't really care if Mulder wanted to affect an attitude of nonchalance. He didn't *have* to enjoy this, but chances were good he would anyway. Soon, they had established a pace Scully was more than pleased with, and Mulder probably didn't find too very abysmal, either. For her part, Scully moaned almost continuously, a primal accolade; Mulder tried to maintain his wounded indignation, but an occasional appreciative grunt escaped, especially when he hit a sweet spot in Scully's body and she tightened around him. The sizzling fuse neared its end, and Scully could feel it, grasping greedily for every sensation. A few more sweat- slicked thrusts, and she knew neither would last much longer. When she reached behind Mulder and found his balls drawn tight up against his body, she gave in the the impending detonation; when the light behind her eyes erupted and she clamped down around him in ecstasy, the spreading wet warmth in her body told her he followed. Later, she opened her eyes to find his head pillowed on her breast. They had both exploded. Exploded, and recovered. Oh, well. Plenty of time later for other, more complete, demolition. X~X~X~X~X Author's Manifesto... er... Notes: I'm BAAAAA-Ack! I've been gone from the fanfic world for almost a year now, and damn does it feel good to be back! This PWP, thinly veiled as a characterization exercise for me, does mean that I'm working my way back into writing. Drop me a line (Mirax327@aol.com)to let me know if I've gotten the knack back. Hey, that rhymes... ~Jennifer Scott Mirax327@aol.com "Moses, I know you've seen fire, but you've never seen fire until you've seen Pele blow. And I've never seen light, but I sure have seen God."