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Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 12:55:18 -0500
Subject: Do Me With It III: Dinner (NC-17) MSR by Adrienne
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Title: Do Me With It III: Dinner
Author: Adrienne <davephile@yahoo.com>
Date: July 22, 2000
Rating: NC-17 
Spoilers: none
Classification: VRA Mulder/Scully 
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, VRA, PWP
Archive: Anywhere!
Summary: The long-awaited third part of a 
trilogy; Mulder and Scully have dinner.
Author's notes: I would like to thank the 
members of the Heathers smut list for helping 
me out when I was totally out of really unique 
ideas; it still took me FN forever to finish 
this story. Orange Tabby, thanks for giving me 
this specific scenario... a good idea that I 
should have followed up on long ago. I'd also 
like to thank the bad bunny for "inspiring" me 
out of this writer's block I've had for three 
months.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris 
Carter, 1013, Fox, etc. Jell-O No Bake 
Cheesecake is property of Kraft, however, I'm 
sure their sales will go up after people read 
this... HOWEVER, I am personally making no money 
from this whatsoever. Martini & Rossi Asti 
Spumante champagne is not my invention either 
but damn is it good. (I am really not getting 
paid for this.) I did, however, invent the 
rose.
http://petpede.tripod.com

Dinner was wonderful.

Mulder had been researching what to cook for 
weeks, which basically consisted of deciding 
what would be hardest to burn in the oven, 
collecting the ingredients and deciding on a 
Friday night appropriate for his gourmet 
skills to be showcased. He hadn't told her 
what he was making, and she was more than 
surprised when she came out of the bedroom to 
find the table aglow with the soft flickering 
light of two candles, a single rose in a vase 
between them. At each place setting was a 
plate of manicotti and garden salad.

He had been walking toward the table with a 
basket of French bread, toasted in the oven. 
"It's a little burned on the edges," he said 
with a wide, sheepish grin, "but the smoke 
alarm didn't go off."

"It's wonderful." Scully smiled, pulling him 
into an embrace. She kissed him softly and 
looked again at his seemingly perfect 
creations. "I'm impressed."

"You should be, Scully... I worked my ass off on 
this," he answered, pulling her tighter around 
the waist. She slid her hand around his thigh 
and grabbed his rear, jiggling him.

"Nah...it's still there," she said, arching her 
eyebrows. He laughed softly and nudged her 
toward the table.

"Sit," he insisted, walking her over and 
pulling out her chair. Scully sat down and he 
pushed her up to the table, whipping the cloth 
napkin from the place setting and laying it in 
her lap. She watched as he sat across from her 
with a bigger smile, pouring them each a glass 
of Asti.

And they had dined on the pasta and salad--the 
manicotti a bit too salty, the salad a little 
wilted, but any imperfections were overlooked 
as they lost themselves in a bit more 
relaxation than they were used to nowadays. 
Scully's stomach was more than full, but as he 
was clearing the table Mulder insisted that 
they had to have some of his newly concocted 
cheesecake.

"Jell-O?" Scully asked with a knowing smile, 
taking a breath and rubbing her tummy a bit.

"No Bake," he added, grinning and pulling it 
out of the fridge. She laughed softly and he 
set the cheesecake on the counter to pull her 
out of her chair. He slid his arms around her 
waist, kissing her mouth and running his lips 
softly down her neck.

"Oh, so you want *me* to serve dessert," she 
sighed. "I guess it's only fair."

"Well," he said, running his hands up her 
back, "not really."

She heard the zipper on the back of her dress 
before she had a chance to reply. He pulled it 
gently down, letting the sides fall free, 
exposing her back.

"Hmmm." Scully felt her breath catch as he ran 
his fingers up her spine. "Not really, huh?"

His fingers traveled along her shoulders and 
pushed the straps of the dress down her arms 
to make it slide down her body. It was now a 
black pile on the floor, and she stood before 
him in her black bra and panties, looking at 
him expectantly until he sighed a smile.

"Trust me," he said softly as he took her 
hand, kissing the top of it. Her smile widened 
as she tilted her head to the side slightly. 
Returning the tilt of her head with his own, 
he bent at the knees, lifted her up by her 
hips and placed her on the table. Then he took 
a clean cloth napkin and folded it, placing it 
on the table behind her. "Lie down."

She felt herself growing more excited by the 
moment, but kept composure by raising her 
eyebrows and lying back on the tablecloth, the 
back of her head resting on the napkin. He 
picked up the cheesecake pan and brought it 
over to the table, taking the spatula and 
picking up a medium-sized piece of the 
dessert.

"Mulder," she said as she watched him hold it 
above her, "what are you--"

"Eating," he interrupted as he pressed the 
spatula against her stomach, sliding the 
cheesecake off with his finger. She gasped as 
the coldness sent tingles over her skin. Then 
he retrieved a bowl of strawberry filling and 
began to spoon it out.

"Mulder, is that cold toooo-hooohoooyes it is, 
oh yes," she whispered as she felt the cold 
filling drip from the top of the cheesecake 
onto her skin. "Cold stuff."

"I'm sorry," he said, smiling through his 
apology. He pulled her chair to the side of 
the table and sat down next to her, bringing 
his face to her stomach and sliding his tongue 
through a trail of strawberry filling that was 
making its way down her side. She shivered, 
squirming a bit on the table. Then he opened 
his mouth wide, taking in a corner of the 
cheesecake by scraping his bottom teeth 
against her skin. Closing her eyes, she put 
her hand on his head and sighed.

Mulder consumed the cheesecake bite by bite, 
licking up the remnants with slow circles of 
his tongue, gathering up portions with his 
teeth and swallowing slowly. "Mmmm," he said, 
his voice lower. "Very good."

"I wouldn't know," she answered, tugging at 
his hair gently. He smiled and used two 
fingers to take a piece of the cheesecake to 
her lips. Scully opened her mouth and he slid 
the cheesecake in slowly. She sucked it off 
his fingers, whirling her tongue around. She 
felt a little more satisfaction as he began to 
breathe more heavily.

Mulder pulled his fingers away with long 
breath out and pressed his mouth against her 
stomach, sucking up the last bit of cheesecake 
and cleaning her off with long tongue strokes. 
Then he moved his mouth up to kiss her, his 
tongue strawberry-flavored and sliding easily 
past her lips. "Keep your eyes closed," he 
said softly. She nodded a little and felt him 
get up and move away.

It wasn't long until he was seated again. 
"What do you have?" she asked, her inquisitive 
mind eager to know what she would feel next. 
Suddenly, she felt drips of cold liquid land 
in the middle of her stomach and slide to her 
belly button.

"Just a little something to drink," Mulder 
answered as he poured a bit more champagne on 
her skin. She gasped as it flowed down, filled 
up her belly button and bubbled there. It 
cascaded down her sides, the little rivers 
growing as he let half of the flute empty onto 
her body. Mulder quickly bent his head to lap 
up the champagne. He pressed the side of his 
face against her side and let it trickle down 
into his open mouth, flicking his tongue 
against her. Licking up to her belly button, 
he placed his mouth over it and worked each 
drop of champagne out with his tongue, making 
her moan.

"You want to know where else I'm going to put 
this?" he asked her softly, his breath against 
her stomach. He pulled at the side of her 
panties and she lifted her hips a little bit, 
feeling little electric currents rush from her 
head to her feet as he pulled them off.

"I could take... a good guess," she breathed, 
feeling him move near her feet as he sat at 
his chair. He tipped the flute and let the 
champagne pour between her legs, cold and 
fizzy. It felt as if it was working its way 
into her sensitive flesh, seeking out whatever 
was warm and damp and turning it cold and wet.

Mulder took his tongue and followed the 
champagne deep into her folds. Scully moaned 
softly, her hands instinctively grabbing for 
his head and pulling him closer. Teasing her, 
he gathered the liquid into his mouth, each 
bit tasting more like her as he spilled it 
over her. Mulder opened her lips a little 
wider to pour a slender, cold stream directly 
onto her clit, making her pull his hair with a 
whimper and louder moan as he quickly massaged 
it back to warmth between his lips. He groaned 
as he sucked the champagne off her clit and 
her inner lips, slowly getting drunk off of 
her.

His eyes grazed over her body--up her stomach, 
her chest housing baited breath, over her 
still-clothed breasts and up to her eyelids as 
they fluttered with each flick of his tongue. 
He ran it through the last bit of champagne, 
up and down in her cleft until the flute was 
empty. Then his tongue searched out every 
drop, dipping inside of her and rolling 
around, feeling hot wetness on his mouth, then 
pressing hard against her and sliding up 
through tender skin. The chill from the liquid 
was gone; the heat of her arousal had 
overpowered it.

He found the center of that arousal, the 
little throbbing bundle of nerves that made 
her flinch with ecstasy when he grabbed it 
between his lips again and began sucking and 
flicking in a desire-soaked frenzy to hear her 
more, to watch and feel her come under his 
mouth. Scully released a whimpering growl, 
grabbing his hair and pulling, releasing and 
then grabbing the sides of the table as she 
writhed her hips against his relentless 
torments. He pressed his hands against the 
table, steadying it as rubbed his tongue 
against her. She bucked up with a loud moan, 
her cries mounting until she finally succumbed 
to him and came, panting and grinding against 
Mulder's face.

He smiled and licked up her sweetness, 
watching as her body shuddered and gently fell 
back to the table. He got up and plucked the 
rose from its vase, sitting again in the chair 
by her side and running his fingers lightly up 
the bottom edge of her bra to find the tiny 
front clasp between her breasts. He undid it 
and they fell loose; he couldn't resist 
running his thumb over each peaked nipple to 
make her sigh.

Taking the rose by its stem, he ran the half-
open bloom of the flower across her jaw.  
Scully smiled. "It tickles," she whispered, 
tilting her head away. He smiled, his heart 
racing in his chest as he ran the soft petals 
down her neck and over her collarbone, between 
her breasts and over each of them in a slow 
exploration of her body. Scully felt tingles 
from every nerve that it touched; it tickled 
her already-sensitive skin and made her inner 
muscles twitch a little more than she was used 
to after coming.

Mulder's eyes followed the rose across her 
skin as he circled her breasts and retreated 
down her side. "You're so beautiful," he 
murmured, and she felt herself flush at the 
remark like it was the first time he'd said 
it. Scully felt the petals graze over her 
thigh, past her knee and down her calf; her 
body began to relax, but she ached to feel him 
inside of her.

"You know what I want?" she whispered, opening 
her eyes and watching his averted gaze. He 
glanced at her, a smile forming as he nodded 
and ran the rose between her legs. She gasped 
and he tossed it away with a wiggle of his 
eyebrows.

"You want it right here?" he asked, his boyish 
tone making her smile.

"You think we'll break the table?" she 
countered, her smile turning into a more 
devious grin. Mulder laughed and patted the 
oak through the tablecloth.

"It's pretty sturdy... what's a new table, 
anyway?" he asked as he undid his belt. She 
watched his fingers as he unzipped his pants 
and let them drop to the ground. His 
excitement was audible in his voice and 
certainly visible in his shorts. Scully ran 
her hand up against it, making him breathe in 
deeply.

"Come here," she said gently, plucking at his 
waistband. Mulder stepped out of his shoes and 
pants, tugging down his shorts, and tried to 
hide his eagerness as he pushed away the chair 
from its place at the end of the table. He ran 
his hands up her legs, feeling himself get 
harder as he approached her damp warmth. 

"I'll come *here*," he laughed, his voice 
husky. She sat up and pulled his head near to 
kiss him deeply. Their tongues slid against 
each other as he pulled her thighs to either 
side of his hips. Reaching down between them, 
he directed himself into her and pushed in, 
sliding easily into her heat. She groaned, 
kissing him harder. Their teeth gnashed 
together and he thrust into her then, making 
her whimper into his mouth.

Scully grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails 
deeply into his tanned flesh. He groaned, 
thrusting a little more quickly and feeling 
her tense around him. "It's not... going to 
last..." he whispered between kisses.

"Harder," she groaned, "I don't care, I don't 
care..."

He pushed into her and she leaned back on her 
hands, feeling him slide in and out faster, 
hard and heated. She began to whimper with 
each of his movements and he echoed them with 
deeper, lower ones.

"Scully yeah," he panted as he felt a growing 
ache deep inside of him. "Yeah, Scully... 
ohhhyeah..."

"Yeah come on, Mulder, come on," she 
whispered, breathless, feeling him fuck her 
harder and watching him shudder, his eyes 
squeezing shut as he groaned her name, deep 
and guttural, and came.

"OhGODyeah..." He thrust long, hard strokes into 
her and she bit her lip to keep from 
screaming. Then he suddenly pulled her off the 
table, letting her feet drop to the floor and 
pulling out of her all at once. "Scully turn 
around, please please, please," he whispered 
urgently. She did so and he pulled her ass to 
him, pushing between her legs quickly and 
entering her with one deep thrust.

"JessssusMulderyeah," she cried out, pushing 
her hips back against him. He began the same 
rapid strokes in and out of her as before, 
reaching in front of her and rubbing her clit 
frantically with two fingers. Almost 
instantly, Scully felt herself building toward 
another climax as he bent her more over the 
table. She grabbed onto it, feeling her body 
slide back and forth against the tablecloth. 
Soon the table squeaks were inaudible; all she 
could hear was her breath, her whimpers, her 
moans...his breath, his groans and his balls 
slapping up against her harder and harder.

"Sculllyyyy," he groaned, using his free hand 
to slam her hips back against his body. She 
moaned, his hard-pressed fingers against her 
clit rubbing harder and faster until she felt 
her muscles spasm around him.

"MulderohMulderyeahohhhhyeah," she cried, her 
voice higher as she came hard, tingles 
spreading like buckshot through her body. He 
slowed his rubbing as she writhed against him; 
he kept pumping into her a few more minutes 
until he came again with a whimper of her 
name.

They breathed for what seemed like the first 
time in minutes. He lay down on her gently, 
feeling her trembling around his cock and 
under his body. She felt relaxed under his 
weight.

"Good dinner," she whispered finally, and he 
laughed, pulling away. She stood up and turned 
to him, hugging him tightly and feeling their 
sweaty bodies meld together. "That champagne 
was good... what you did with it."

"You?" he asked, and she laughed softly. "I 
don't know what was better--you or the 
champagne."

Scully slapped his arm. "Well then, we'll see 
who you get to sleep with tonight." At that, 
she turned and started toward the bedroom.

"Scully," he laughed, watching her walk away. 
"Hey." She kept on walking. "Scully... Scully!"

"...Scully?"

Mulder took one last look at the champagne 
before running toward the half-closed bedroom 
door.

the end