From: "Beth Bradford" Date: Wed, 16 Jun 1999 20:37:45 -0700 Subject: Hard to Do I: Shaking Up Title: Hard To Do I: Shaking Up Author: Beth825 (Beth825@england.com) Rating: NC-17 Category: SR Spoilers: a tiny one for Redux II Keywords: Mulder/Scully Summary: Scully's pissed and needs to relieve some tension. Notes: I just wrote this to try a first-person piece of fluff. Kiddies, stop here if you don't wanna see 'em f*** like bunnies. Disclaimer: Chris invented them, and I just let them have some fun. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X "Damn you, Mulder," I say to myself as I slam my apartment door shut. Another town in the middle of nowhere, another false lead, another time for Mulder to leave me as he chases after his moth-men, monkey babies, or little green men. And it's start ing to get on my nerves. I throw my bag down on the couch, and my jacket ends up on a chair. Shoes fly and I don't care where they land. Mulder has done this to me long enough, and I don't know why I put up with it anymore. He leaves me while he goes off to investigate something. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm supposed to be his partner, but I'm more like the kid he doesn't want t o babysit. I unbutton my blouse and unzip my skirt, and they fall into a pile on my bedroom floor. My stockings, bra, and panties follow close behind. I'm too tired and mad to even take a shower before crawling into bed. My mind won't stop working. I to ss and turn but I still can't fall asleep. I need to relieve some of this tension. I throw the covers aside and roll over onto my back as I stare up at the white ceiling, noting absently that it needs to be painted. My hand drifts up to caress my neck, lightly rubbing over the sensitive spot at my nape, so close to where the impla nt was found. My eyes close as my hand ventures lower, trailing along my chest until the backs of my fingers caress my nipple. I want more, and the caress turns rougher, squeezing the tender flesh between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand reaches up to give the same treatment to my other breast and I feel the tension coiling tighter in my belly. Slowly, my right hand drifts down over my stomach and tangles in the thatch of hair where my legs meet. My fingers move further and lightly press against the bundle of nerves there. That's good. Very good. My fingers move in circles, pressing slightly harder, and my other hand continues to minister to my nipples. I'm so close now, but can't quite go over the edge. I need this, need release from the tension in my body, from t he tension Mulder has put in my life. His image springs into my mind before I can stop it. Suddenly I'm wondering what it would be like if the fingers slipping inside my wet center were his. Better yet, what would it feel like to have his hard cock there? It's been so long since I've been with a man that I've almost forgotten what it feels like, but I can imagine the feel of Mulder buried deep inside me. Stroking in and out slowly, then faster and faster, pressing against the spot right... there, yeah there. I bite my lip to supress a moan as I feel myself start to slip away. I press hard against the spot inside me with one finger as my thumb strokes my clit, and I inadvertently scream as the orgasm hits me. "MULDER!!!" I withdraw my hand from between my legs and rest it on my stomach as I slowly return to my senses. I curse myself for using him to bring myself the release I craved. Suddenly, I am aware of the presence of another person in the room and I reach tow ard my gun. "Scully." His voice is low and husky. Shit. He heard me scream his name. For some reason, I'm not embarassed that he saw me performing this act, nor that I'm still naked in front of him. "Mulder, how long have you been here?" He's already beside my bed, lowering himself to sit on the edge. He leans down and pulls off his shoes. My voice is a whisper as I ask again, needing to know. "How long?" "Since about right here." He leans down, and before I know what's happening, his mouth is on my breast, sucking at my nipple, and I gasp. As he plants light kisses over my chest, he shifts slightly to unbutton his shirt and slide it off. My hands tangle in his hair as his teeth graze my other nipple, and he repositions us so that he's on top of me, stretched out on my bed. I can feel his erection pressing into my leg through his pants. I smile slightly at that, knowing that I'm the cause. I have so much power over him, and I didn't even realize it. I reach down to free him of his slacks and boxers, and he quickly kicks them off. He's kissing my neck now, and I roll us over so that I'm on top. Who ever said Dana Scully was passive? He looks up at me in question, and I smile at him, sliding do wn his body until his cock sits in front of me. I slowly trail my fingers along his erection and smile inwardly at his indrawn breath. He's in for a treat if he likes that. I look at him with a gleam in my eyes as I lower my mouth and touch my tongue to the very tip of him. He makes a strangled sound in his throat that turns into a moan when I wrap my lips around his shaft. He's so hard it has to be painful. My tongue presses hard against the underside of his tender head and his hands find their way to the back of my neck, pulling me up off of him. He rolls us over again, so that he is above me, spreading my thighs with his hands, lightly tracing my wetness with a finger. He looks into my eyes and sees there... what? Desire surely, trust, acceptance, but does he see what I've always tried to hide? Can he see the love shining from my soul? He gives me a smile, one that I'll treasure always because smiles between us are so rare, and nods slightly as if reading my thoughts. Slowly he slides into me, making us both moan at the sensation. I look down and see where his body is joined with mine. Red curls mingle with dark brown ones. It is an erotic sight, but it doesn't turn me on as much as some of the other things we share. One of his boyish grins, seeing him in the glasses he hat es to wear, little things like that turn me on more than anything. When he's vulnerable and open, sharing with me the things he couldn't share with anyone else, that's what means the most. I don't question why he's there, why we're doing this or what will happen in the morning. Right now I am completely lost in the moment. And then he's moving inside me, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then faster. My legs wrap around him, drawing him deeper inside me, and I arch up with each thrust. He leans down again to suck a nipple into his mouth and I moan. He knows what I want before I do. I'm getting close now, and I hope he can climax with me because I'm not going to have the energy to bring him off afterward. As he withdraws from me again, I instinctively tighten around him and he groans in return. He reaches between us to touch me just above where we are joined and I shudder against him, digging my fingernails into his shoulder. I try to say something, but it just comes out as an incoherent whimper. He presses harder against me with his fingers as he thrusts again, and I start to let go for the second time tonight. "Muh.... uhhhhh.... MUUULDERRRRRR!!!" I scream his name again as my body spasms violently under his. My fingernails scratch deep into his shoulders, almost drawing blood. I hear the moan come from his throat as my inner muscles squeeze him, milking him for all he's worth. "Scuuullllllyyyyyyyyy!!!" My surname is ripped from his throat as he empties himself inside me. Not just my surname, but when it comes from his lips, an endearment. He pulls out of me and rolls over onto his back, pulling me up to his side. I lay my head on his shoulder and throw a leg across his thighs, resting a hand on his stomach, which is still rising and falling rapidly with his ragged breathing. I smile lazily, feeling more sated than I have in a long time. This was exactly what I needed. For once I feel alive again, something I haven't been able to say since I was diagnosed with cancer. Even after it went into remission, I never felt tru ly alive, but this one night with my partner - now we are partners in every sense of the word - this one night has revitalized me. I feel like I could run a marathon. But for now I am content to be held in a strong pair of arms. I glance up at him and see he is smiling down at me. I return the smile, suddenly shy. Then I realize that as intimate as we've just been, we never once kissed. "Mulder?" I whisper. "Yeah, Scully?" "Kiss me." He doesn't reply, but instead his hand comes up to cup my chin and his mouth gently teases mine, his soft lips rubbing against mine. Instinctively, I reach out to lick my lips and his tongue slides inside my mouth, probing, stroking my teeth, my gum s, the inside of my cheeks, then along my tongue. If I hadn't just experienced release twice, I would be in the middle of an orgasm. Slowly, he removes his mouth from mine and looks down at me. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the heat of his gaze on me. I open my eyes and look at him again, and I smile before laying my head back on his shoulder. In the back of my mind, I hope I didn't draw blood while I was screaming. Oh well, m y sheets can be washed and Mulder heals easily. Suddenly, I'm too tired to keep my eyes open any longer. I manage to murmur, "Stay the night?" and hear his response of "Glad to," before falling asleep. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X