From: Annette Gisby Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 13:50:48 +0100 Subject: NEW! Distracted II: The Payback by Annette Gisby MSR (1/1) Source: atxc TITLE: Distracted II: Payback AUTHOR: Annette Gisby EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net RATING: NC-17 CLASS: MSR SUMMARY: Scully gets her revenge. ARCHIVE: ephemeral, gossamer, spooky's. Anyone else please ask. DISTRACTED II: The Payback Scully got her chance for revenge a few weeks later, when Kersh assigned them on stakeout duty. Normally, she didn't look forward to stakeouts, they were usually a couple of wasted hours stuck in a car with nothing much happening. But not tonight. Tonight's stakeout was going to be anything but boring. She dressed with care, choosing a lace push-up bra to make the most of her cleavage and over it a white silk blouse, so fine it was translucent so that Mulder would have something to wonder about. The black skirt she'd bought especially that morning. It barely covered her knees and when she sat down, it rode up her thighs so that her stocking tops and a bit of bare leg were showing. If this ensemble didn't distract Mulder, she didn't know what would. They were taking a bureau car, so all she had to do was wait for him to collect her. She giggled, feeling for all the world as if she was going on a date, and in a way they were, only Mulder didn't know it yet. When he did finally arrive, his greeting wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for. "Won't you be cold in that, Scully?" he asked, casually leaning against the doorframe, his eyes roving from her thin blouse to the hem of her skirt. No mention of how she looked sexy in it. Maybe she didn't look sexy, maybe she looked absolutely awful and he was too much of a gentleman to say so. "No, I'll be okay," she said, sternly ignoring the weather report she'd heard earlier. There was a 30% chance of snow. Well, snow or no snow, Mulder was going to get paid back for that little stunt in Kersh's office. She wondered if Mulder had thought she'd forgotten about it. She smiled serenely at him on their way to the car, like a cat toying with their prey and was rewarded with a worried scowl. After an hour in the car, and no sign of their joint prey, Scully leaned over to turn on the radio, making sure that Mulder felt her leg brush against his. Mulder switched the radio off again. "It's too distracting," he said, by way of apology. Was it her vivid imagination, or was he trying to get a look at her breasts through the blouse? She shrugged her shoulders, shaking them for emphasis and was pleased to hear his sharp intake of breath. "Can I cuddle up to you, Mulder?" she asked softly. "Wh - what?" he sounded horrified. "You were right, I am cold in this." "Oh. You're cold. Sure," he held his arm out in invitation and she scooted over to rest her head on his chest. His heart was pounding like a drumbeat in her ear. Even in the dim light from the street lamps, she could see the evidence of his arousal and she began to stroke his chest as if absently, but every move she made was carefully calculated to make Mulder squirm. She got bolder and began to stroke the length of his thigh before gradually reaching further and pressing her hand against his erection, teasing him the way he'd teased her that day. He moaned and his hips jerked up to meet her hand. "Sc -Scully," he gasped. "What are you doing?" "Just returning the favour," replied Scully, as she carefully unzipped him. "But we're working!" he protested, but he made no move to stop her. "So? Weren't we working that day in Kersh's office when you fingered me?" At her words his erection seemed to grow even larger and jerked against her hand. "You remember that day, don't you, Mulder? How wet I was for you? How much you wanted to touch me?" Her hand reached inside his shorts and she touched him, gripping him firmly and squeezing. He groaned and bucked against her hand. "Oh, God! Scully! Let me touch you! Let me touch you too!" Scully was glad to oblige, and she shifted position so that she was sitting astride his legs, his erection pressing into the softness of her stomach. She leaned forward so that he could reach out and cup her breasts, already feeling heavy with the need to be touched. He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, as if he'd never undressed a woman before, and she had to stop him and do it herself, otherwise they'd be here all night, and she didn't want to wait that long. Already she could feel a pool of moisture between her legs and she pressed her thighs against his to feel some pressure there, but it wasn't enough and she moaned in frustration. Her plan was rapidly backfiring, but she didn't care. She wanted, needed Mulder inside her and soon. Once the blouse was unbuttoned, Mulder pushed it away from her shoulders and sat staring at her breasts, encased in their prison of lace. He reached around and under her blouse, unclasping the bra mercifully quickly and shoving the straps down her shoulders. He reached out, cupping one breast in each hand, before pushing his whole head forward and nuzzling the valley between them, at the same time that he pinched each nipple. Scully yelped in surprise and pleasure. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his words muffled by her flesh. "No. Oh. God. Don't stop now!" Scully scooted forward, lifting her hips and then readying herself to feel him inside her. She was burning up with desire for this man and if something didn't happen soon she was going to explode. Mulder's head shot up as he felt her naked flesh against his. "Scully. You're not wearing any underwear." "I know. You're not complaining, are you?" she grinned in the dark. "Hell, no. I was just surprised." "And pleased," said Scully lowering herself onto him. She let out a sigh of gratification and began to rock on him. "Pleased. Yes," panted Mulder as he grabbed her hips, as if afraid that any moment now Scully would come to her senses and flee from his lap. He needn't have worried, she wasn't going anywhere, not when delicious jolts of pleasure were surging through her every pore. She felt Mulder expand inside her and she knew he was close, but then so was she and she speeded up her rocking motions, closing her eyes as she felt Mulder take a nipple in his mouth and suck hard. "OH GOD! MULDER!" she squealed in delight as she came, feeling, not one but two long drawn out orgasms. Mulder followed her soon after, grunting something that sounded like her name. She milked him of every last drop, feeling her abdomen contract with pleasure at the sensation of having him come inside her. Mulder reached up and pulled her head down towards him, kissing her long and deep, as if he wanted to drown in her mouth. She clung to his neck, feeling as if she never wanted to be anywhere else but here. With him. He broke the kiss, but only so that he could nuzzle her ear. She sighed. She supposed they ought to get back to what they were supposed to be doing. "Is this going to happen on all our stakeouts, Scully?" "Oh, I don't know, Mulder. Would you want it to?" "I think I'd be a nervous wreck if we did. What if someone caught us?" "But they didn't, did they?" "No. Scully?" "Yes, Mulder?" "I'm so glad I married you." "And who was it said that being married ruins your sex life?" laughed Scully. "I don't know, but they obviously hadn't met you!" Scully climbed off his lap, kissing him on the cheek as she slid over into the passenger seat. She wished they were at home in bed so that they could cuddle up and go to sleep, but she had to admit that it had been exciting making love in the car, even if it wasn't the most comfortable place in the world. "Scully?" "Mmm?" she said drowsily. "Next time we're in Kersh's office, maybe you should go sans underwear there as well." "In your dreams, Mulder," she laughed. "Every night, Scully. Every night." END feedback: annette.gisby@which.net -- Annette's x-file fanfic: www.xfilesfanfic.n3.net -- Silent Screams: The Novel www.annettegisby.n3.net