From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 27 Sep 2002 22:55:06 -0000
Subject: Fun and Games by Irene
Source: direct

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Title: Fun and Games
Author: Irene
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR, Smut, Mulder-Dom, Ticklefic, 
          Spankfic
Summary: Mulder and Scully explore some mild S&M 

Disclaimer: The X-Files and Mulder and Scully are 
the creations of Chris Carter and the property of 
1013 Productions and FOX.  

Sincere thanks to Soleil Compeau for her reading 
and suggestions.  The story would have been less 
clear,less fun,and less believable without her

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(Go ahead.  I won't  tell anyone.)





"We couldn't get a flight out until tomorrow," 
said Mulder.  He was sitting in the hotel bar 
with a couple of other FBI agents.  They'd wrapped 
up their operation early, and the other men were 
eager to get home.

"Bor-ring," said Agent Newman.  "Stuck in the 
middle of nowhere with the Ice Queen."

"Her name is Dana Scully.  Is there some reason 
you have a problem with that?" Mulder asked pointedly.

"Easy, Mulder, he didn't mean anything by it," 
said Agent Russo.  "It's just that Agent Scully 
seems kind of serious.  Work-oriented.  You know what 
I mean."

"Yeah, Scully's a great agent," Newman said hurriedly.  
"Not much for fun and games, that's all."

"Of course, Mulder's not big on fun and games either, 
are you, Mulder?"  Russo asked.

"Two of a kind, me and Scully," Mulder said.  "Work, 
work, work."

"Nothing wrong with that," Russo said.  

"Nothing at all.  Hey, we'd better leave or we're 
going to miss our plane," Newman said.

"So long, fellas," said Mulder.  He looked at his watch.  
Time to get up to his room.  He didn't want to disappoint 
that serious, workaholic partner of his.

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As soon as she opened the door to the hotel room, she 
knew.  The room was dark but she sensed that someone 
was waiting for her.
 
She jumped at the click of the switch, and as the lamp 
light came on, she could see that it was Mulder.  

Mulder in blue jeans, leather jacket, and thick-soled
boots.  He was lying on the bed propped on his elbow,
one knee bent.  She was glad that it wasn't her
bedspread under his scruffy boots.
 
"Is this how you dress when I'm not around?" he asked 
darkly.
 
Scully blushed in spite of herself.  

"I didn't choose this outfit," she pointed out.  

Mulder had handed her the little package only an hour 
before, with a scrawled note that said, "My room. 6:00."  
Judging by what was inside, Scully guessed she was 
supposed to be a hooker.  

Inside were a tiny red skirt, a flimsy little top, 
some thigh-high fishnet stockings, and a pair of shoes.

Red shoes with five-inch heels. Sometimes Mulder wasn't 
very subtle.  

He'd neglected to include any undergarments.  

"I know you didn't choose it.  You were working 
undercover.  You were ordered to wear that outfit," 
Mulder said.  "How did it feel, Scully?"

Scully thought about it. How would it feel to have 
to walk around among her colleagues with only that rag 
of a blouse and that scrap of a skirt between her and 
nudity?

"I felt exposed and embarrassed.  I thought some of the 
men might be staring at me, and I knew you'd be angry 
if you found out," she said.

"I don't like it when you flaunt your body," Mulder said 
gruffly.  "I'm going to have to supervise you more closely 
in the future."

"That's not fair, Mulder.  I was just doing my job," she 
pouted.

"Turn around, Scully, nice and slow." he said. "Let me 
have a good look at you." 

"Like this?" she asked, turning in a slow circle.

He lifted himself off the bed and stood there, hands on 
hips, staring her down, until she hurried to his side 
and pressed against him.  He pulled her close and planted 
his mouth against hers, hard and hungry.  His other hand 
was under her skirt, grabbing her butt and then pinching 
it painfully.

"Be nice, Mulder," she purred at him, but he pushed
her away.

"What's our number one rule, Scully?" he asked, his 
voice quiet but menacing.

"Oh, my goodness!  I forgot," she said.  Her tone was 
light and airy, as if she didn't notice his anger.

"This will help you remember," he said.  He held her
firmly with his arm across her back and her skirt
yanked up exposing her naked bottom.

"Wear!  Your!  Panties!"  

Each word was punctuated with a slap on the ass.

"You don't have to make such a big deal about it.  
Don't you want to have some fun?"  She slid her hand up 
his leg, her finger tracing the inseam of his jeans, 
and there was no doubt she was challenging him.

"That does it. You need a real spanking," Mulder
said.
 
"Mulder, no!  A real spanking?  Across your knee?" 
She tried to pull away from him, but he didn't let her
go.
 
"That's the reason you forgot your panties, isn't it,
Scully?  You want me to spank you.  It makes you feel
good."

He held her tight as she struggled in his arms.
 
"Don't you dare!  This is so embarrassing!" she
wailed.
 
"Come on, Scully.  You know you need it," he said firmly
 
"And I said NO," she shouted. 
 
She always fought him at this point, wriggling and 
pulling to break away.  He always won.  She always
ended up helpless across his lap with her backside in 
the air.
 
"This will settle you down," he said.  He smacked her
on the butt, four slow slaps.

"Hey!" she complained.

"Too much for you?" he asked.
 
"Ha.  Didn't even feel it," Scully said.
 
"Just warming up," he assured her.  The next four
smacks were harder and louder.
 
"What a wimp," Scully said, but all the taunting 
in the world wouldn't make him spank her any harder. 
The slaps hurt as they landed, but the sting they 
left behind was more pleasure than pain.  
 
Often she tried to convince him to use more force,
but he never would.  Later on her tender butt would
make her grateful for his restraint.

"You have such a pretty pink bottom, Scully.  One day
I'll have to take a picture," he said in between
smacks.
 
She squirmed indignantly, and he laughed as he held
her down.
 
"That's enough now," she said, although there was 
something uncertain in the way she said it.

"I'll know when you've had enough," he said.

"Mulder, please.  No more," she said urgently.
 
"I don't think it's your call, Scully.  Do you?" He
gave her another pinch.

"I mean it.  Stop," she said.

The warmth and tingling had spread across her butt 
and up between her legs until she couldn't stop 
herself from rubbing against Mulder's thigh.  She 
couldn't stand it much longer.  She had to come.

"Getting restless?" Mulder asked.  He stopped paddling 
her, but then she grew truly frantic, pushing her 
bottom up toward his hand and wiggling with frustration.

He swatted her at last, a crisp, stinging slap against 
the butt that made her gasp with relief.

He teased, changing the rhythm so that she couldn't 
tell when his hand would land, and she squirmed 
desperately, not to escape but to welcome each smack.
There was a second reason for her squirming.  
She had to bring her arm around without Mulder 
noticing.  She needed to stroke her hot, ready, 
swollen clit because she absolutely had to have her 
relief.  
 
"Oh my god," said Mulder.  "Scully, Scully, you
naughty girl."  
 
He had caught her, and that was one move that drove
him wild.  He practically hurled her from across his
lap and onto her back.

"You're a little sneak, Scully.  You were going to 
get yourself off without letting me share," Mulder said.

Scully grabbed at his jeans to unbutton them.

"Mulder, fuck me, please fuck me," she groaned.
 
"Pushy, aren't you?" he said, moving her hands aside
and pressing against her, pinning her to the bed.  

The first time he'd asked Scully to pleasure herself 
while he watched, she couldn't climax.  She had tried, 
stroking frantically, but she was so tense that nothing 
worked.  When he'd asked her again a few months later, 
she was less shy, or more sure of him, but even then 
she'd needed encouragement and reassurance.

Now she was so crazed with need that she couldn't 
keep her hands away, and he was the one who had crazed 
her.  He had driven her out of her mind just by turning 
her over his knee and paddling her little round bottom.  
He was drunk with power and delirious with lust.

"I'm gonna let you come," he said.

"Come with me, Mulder.  Fuck me hard," she begged.  
She grabbed for his zipper and this time when Mulder 
took her hands, he held them down by her sides.

"You're going to come, Scully.  You're going to come  
for me," he said.  He freed her hands long enough to 
spread her legs wide, his forearms across her thighs.  
He gripped her wrists, trapping her hands at her sides, 
then leaned down and tongued her clit firmly.  Tongue, 
lips, tongue, and then he lifted his head and blew, his 
breath shockingly cold on her hot flesh.

"Talk to me, Scully," he whispered huskily.
 
She was breathing hard and her words came in gasps as
his tongue returned to tease her clit.
 
"You spanked me, Mulder.  First you pulled up my skirt 
and spanked my bare bottom. You made my ass sting and 
tingle, and you held me down.  God, Mulder, you're so 
strong. Mulder! Yes!  Right there!  More more more don't 
stop!"

He didn't stop.  She loved to be teased, but the time 
for teasing was over.  His tongue pressed against her 
clit, harder now, less flicking, only small movements, 
and when Scully came he could feel the throb of her 
orgasm, feel it build in her center even before she 
arched her back and screamed his name.
 
"Mulder!  Oh my God!  Mulder! Oh, Mulder!" 

She arched and stiffened as waves of pleasure washed 
over her, and when the waves receded, leaving her 
languid and spent, he was still pinning her down with 
her hands at her sides.  She ached to feel his arms 
around her.

"Hold... me..." she panted.

"How 'bout a kiss," he asked.

"Mm," she agreed.

"A big, funky kiss," he said, reminding her.

Ever since she'd expressed the opinion that he was 
less than minty fresh after he ate her out, Mulder 
had turned the kiss into part of the game.

"First you have to brush your teeth," she said primly.

"I want my kiss," he growled.

Scully shook her head sternly, although she was 
fighting back a smile.

Mulder slithered against her, his leather sliding 
over her filmy top, until his mouth was over hers.  
She turned her head away, but he kissed her hard and 
deep, and she pressed her lips against his and kissed 
him back.

He lifted his head, his hard stare reminding her who 
was the master.  She returned his gaze, but her eyes 
spoke only of love and trust.  Finally he released her 
hands and moved beside her.  She turned on her side, 
and as he turned to her, she snaked her hands under 
his jacket.  At least she could feel the contours of 
his chest, even though his shirt still covered his skin.

"Scully is satisfied?" he asked.  
 
"Oh, yes," she said. "Very satisfied, and totally 
exhausted."

"I don't think so," he said.

"I swear, Mulder, I'm too tired to move," she said.  

She cuddled against him contentedly, as if she didn't 
know that she had issued him a challenge.  Absently 
she stroked the underside of his hard cock.  
 
"Let's see about that," he said.  He flipped his finger 
under her chin, wiggling it.  Her eyes were shut tight, 
but she was smiling and squirming.

"You lied to me, Scully.  You're not too tired to move," 
he said.
 
"Don't tickle me, Mulder," she mumbled, her breathing 
huffy. "I hate to be tickled."
 
"You love to be tickled, or you wouldn't look so 
cute when I tickle you," he crooned.  His fingers traced 
little circles on her ribs.

Scully shook with stifled laughter.  With her arms 
around Mulder, her ribs were entirely at his mercy, 
but instead of trying to protect herself, she tugged 
at Mulder's shirt so she could tickle him back.  

He jerked violently as she found her target.  Her 
nails drifted up his sides with only the slightest 
contact and Mulder shuddered, enduring her touch 
until he could force her onto her back and regain the 
advantage.  

There was always a moment, just as he trapped her
wrists, when she really did want to escape.  On
some levels she hated tickling, hated the loss of control, 
hated the way her body followed another
person's commands instead of her own.

But this was Mulder.  

"You'll only tickle me a little, right?" she asked
coyly.  He had her arms stretched way over her head,
and both her slender wrists were trapped in his big
hand.

"Just a little," he said.  "A little here... and a little 
here... and a little here..."  Her underarms, alternating 
one to the other. He loved to tickle Scully under the arms.  
She would laugh and thrash with all her might, and he would 
revel in her helpless frenzy and tickle her some more. He 
always held back when he was doing anything that might hurt 
her, whether it was spanking her naughty ass or pinching 
her nipples.  The only time he went to the limit was when 
he tickled her.

If he ever got her to use her "safe" word, he knew it would 
be by tickling her, and that was really the only way he'd 
ever want to hear it.

"A little more tickling under your arms.... and then a lot 
of tickling on your belly.  Your belly needs more tickling, 
Scully."
 
When Mulder tickled her, his mouth always moved as
much as his fingers because he never stopped taunting her.  

"You love it, Scully.  Tell me that you love it and I'll stop."

"Hahaha, I love it, stop it, Mulder, please stop," she 
answered eagerly, fighting the laughter to say the words.

"I can't understand you when you're laughing so hard," 
Mulder complained, and the tickling continued.

Sometimes Scully was sure she couldn't stand another 
second.  Mulder claimed he knew exactly how much she 
wanted and he'd know when to stop.  She thought he was 
full of shit.  He just loved to tickle her.

"You're lucky I have a good grip on you, so I can give 
you all the tickling you need," Mulder said.

"Stop, Mulder, please stop!"  She was screaming with
laughter and he probably couldn't make out the words,
but he knew what she was asking.

"Hold that thought, Scully," Mulder said.  "Gonna have
to take a break soon."

Mulder's face was flushed, although Scully knew her
face must be redder.  He loomed over her as he
continued to hold her down and tickle her, his hand
darting from one armpit to the other, and then he
leaned down and kissed her.
 
The tickling ceased as the kiss deepened, and when
Mulder loosened his grip, Scully's hands flew to hold
him.  
 
"Okay, where was I?" Mulder asked with a sigh as their
lips parted.
 
"You were about to take off your jacket and get me a
glass of water," she said.
 
"The jeans are getting kind of snug too," he said,
shucking off the jacket.

Scully opened the snap, planting a wet kiss on his
belly as she lowered his fly.
 
"If you want your pants off you're going to have to
lose your shoes," she said.  "And by the way, mine are
killing me."
 
"Give me a minute," he said.  He couldn't kick off his
boots without untying them, and then he stood up to
pull off his jeans.
 
"Keep going, G-man," Scully said.  Mulder pulled his
t-shirt over his head, then flipped Scully on her
stomach and used it to swat her on the butt.

"Hey!" she protested.

He went to the sink and filled two glasses with water,
downed one, and refilled it.  He carried both glasses
back to the bed.
 
Scully reached for it, but he shook his head.

"No grabbing.  You know I'll give you what you need," 
he said firmly.

She folded her hands in her lap and waited demurely 
for him to offer her the glass.

"Really, Scully, do I have to tie your hands to teach 
you some manners?" he asked.

Chastened, she clasped her hands behind her back. 
Mulder held the glass to her lips, watching her over 
the rim as she sipped.

"More water?" he asked when the glass was empty, and
she shook her head.  "More tickling?"

"No!" she squealed.  "I'm all tickled out!"

"Impossible.  You're still wearing your shoes," he
said.
 
She curled into a ball as he lunged at her, and he 
threw himself over her legs.  He grabbed her ankle and
started to undo the shoe strap, a task made far more
difficult by the fact that Scully was tickling his
ribs as he worked.

He was straddling her legs and facing her feet, and 
she had taken the opportunity to tickle him from behind.  
His upper arms were tight at his sides, but he had far 
more vulnerable skin than he could protect.  

"Handcuffs next time, you can count on it," he said, 
but he didn't sound very threatening because he was 
giggling.
 
Scully believed that Mulder was more ticklish than she
was, strictly speaking.  It was only because he was
able to hold her down that he always got the best of
her.  Mulder didn't subscribe to her theory.
 
"Knock it off!" he giggled, which only encouraged her.
She was screaming and laughing almost as much from
tickling him as she did when he tickled her.  
 
Her hands were up under his arms now, actually held 
in place by his frantic efforts to keep his arms 
clamped tightly against his body.  He shuddered and 
twitched, trying to escape her without abandoning 
his attack on her shoes.  Finally he had both her 
shoes off, and Scully knew her turn was coming.

He stroked the soles of her feet, dodging her kicks
but never escaping her tickling fingers.  Finally 
he gave up on her feet and grabbed her hands.
 
"It's not nice for the ticklee to tickle the tickler," 
Mulder said solemnly.  
 
"I didn't!" Scully protested.  "I only tickled you
when you were the ticklee!"

"You are so asking for it," he said.

He wrestled her onto her back, straddling her 
to hold her in place while he pulled off her 
blouse.  She struggled against him until he leaned 
down and tongued her nipple, nibbling and kissing 
until she forgot she was trying to escape.

She didn't resist when he rolled the silly fishnet
hose down from her thigh, but she jerked and giggled
as he inched it slowly over her foot, dragging his 
thumbs across her sole.  Despite her protests, she 
didn't hesitate to offer him her other leg to undress.  
 
The little red skirt came off with a ripping sound.
 
"Velcro," Mulder said.  "You are a hot tramp, Scully."
 
"Your hot tramp, Mulder, only for you," she answered,
her hands in the waistband of his shorts, her mind
torn between sucking his big cock, rubbing her breasts
against it, or just climbing on board and taking it
inside her.
 
Mulder solved her dilemma when he grabbed her by the
hips to move her farther from the headboard, and she
wrapped her legs around him as he started to enter
her.
 
Scully knew all the legends about Mulder's physique, 
but she also knew the gritty reality.  At certain 
angles it was downright painful to have him all the 
way inside her, especially when he was on top.  Even now, 
with Scully as wet and hot as a Jacuzzi, she could feel 
herself stretch to accommodate him.

Mulder was slow and gentle, his face furrowed with
concentration.  Scully stroked his chest.
 
"I love you, Mulder.  I love you so much," she
whispered.
 
"Love you too," he answered.  His cock was all the way
inside her now, and he was still.
 
He did this sometimes, waited for her signal before he
moved.  He was breathing hard, intent and serious as
he gazed into her eyes.  He was the most beautiful
thing she had ever seen and he was desperate for
release.
 
"Okay, Mulder.  You can put it in the rest of the way," 
she said.
 
His jaw dropped, and he stared at her in confusion.
 
She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around him,
molding herself to his chest and clamping her knees
over his hips so she could roll him on his back.
 
"I got you big time," Scully said.
 
He was still speechless, but when she started to draw
back he arched to meet her.  They pistoned together,
and she could tell that he was close.
 
"Go ahead," she breathily.
 
"You too," he said.
 
"Your turn.  It's okay."  She wasn't ready, but she 
had come once and he had not.  She didn't know how 
long she would take and she didn't want him to wait for her.

"No hurry," he said.  

She tried to make it good for him, and she was getting 
closer herself.  So very close, but not quite there. 
The muscles in her arms ached as she quickened her 
pace, and then suddenly Mulder wasn't pumping anymore.  
Scully groaned in frustration.

"Sh," Mulder said, pulling her down.  Her breasts were
flattened against his chest and when she gyrated
against him with her hips, half-rabid with the need
for orgasm, he startled and infuriated her by tickling
her ass.

Mulder was the only person in the whole world who knew
she had a ticklish ass, and he also knew how much she
hated it.

He held her tight as she bounced and tossed.  She was 
desperate to escape his relentless fingers without 
escaping his big, hard cock, and she bit into his neck 
to keep from laughing.

"Scully, I'm gonna come!" he warned her urgently. 
"Scully!  Come!"
 
And she did.  Furious, grateful, still laughing and
writhing, she came, screaming his name and clawing his
shoulders. Somewhere along the way she was aware of
Mulder's orgasm, his cock jerking inside her and his
heart pounding under hers.  
 
She lay atop him, dimly aware that Mulder was
breathing in gasps and wondering if her dead weight on
his chest had something to do with that.  Her face was
wet with tears, but she was sure she hadn't been
crying.
 
"Scul... ly," Mulder uttered.  
 
She moved aside, and he sucked in a huge breath of
air.
 
"I got you back," he said.
 
 
 
 fin