From: "bizzzichick" Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 13:02:07 -0800 Subject: If I Were Her AND If I Were Him , MSR, NC-17 Source: direct Title: If I Were Her Author: bizzzichick@yahoo.com (Satina) Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR, smut biscuit, vignette Disclaimer: Sigh...no they aren't mine, at least legally, anyway. Chris Carter thought 'em up so he gets to deprive them of love and life as much as tickles his twisted fancy. I'm just using them without permission to rid my brain of some demented fantasies. Notes: Musings of a fellow agent. Spoilers: Nope. Nary a one. Archive: Sure! Just let me know! I like to visit. Feedback: PLEASE please please! It contributes to my delinquency. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mmmm...I can tell you what I'd do if I were Scully. I'd go down into that basement office with him and when we got in the door I'd quietly lock it behind us. He wouldn't notice. I'd watch as he lowered that long, lean body down into his chair. Just the way he moves makes me wet. He wouldn't have a clue. He'd be looking at another stupid file and I'd be walking up real slow, licking my lips, watching those eyes. He wouldn't be expecting it because I'm usually such an ice queen, but I'd slide around behind that desk and get between him and those files. Finally he'd notice me and look up. His juicy mouth would be hanging open as I lifted myself up and sat myself on his desk, right in front of him. I'd take my foot and press the toe of my fuck-me pumps into his crotch, pressing against the growing bulge there. I'd grab him by that god-awful tie and yank his face forward and suck on that delicious lower lip of his, biting just a little. He'd like that. He'd start moaning and sliding his hands up my body FINALLY and I'd help him get my blouse off because it's probably been so long he couldn't handle the buttons. I wouldn't let that mouth get away and he'd be an EXCELLENT kisser, sucking and thrusting into my mouth with his tongue. He just has that look...like once you got him going he'd be fucking insatiable. I'd push that gorgeous dark brown head down and pull him against my breasts and he'd suck and slurp and kiss, running that sensuous tongue and those full lips all over my nipples, making me say his name. Mulder, oh god, Mulder... His hands would be pushing frantically up under my skirt and he'd forget about the pantyhose and be trying to stick his hands in my panties. I'd have to help him pull them down quickly, then I'd lay back on that desk and let that luscious mouth do what it was meant to do. Ooooh yeah. He'd be fucking amazing with that mouth. He was BORN to do this. I'd be ready in seconds...way too soon, and I'd wrap my fingers in his hair and hold him against me while I came all over his desk blotter. It's OK though because we wouldn't be finished. When I'd come to a little, I'd sit up and push him back in the chair, rolling him up against the wall and that stupid poster to give me room. I'd slide off the desk and get between those long legs and he'd be hard as a rock. He'd want it so bad. I'd tease him with my fingernails through the fabric of his crotch, making him jump and he'd be biting that full lower lip with those deep eyes shut tight, trying not to make too much noise. Don't wanna get caught, you know. I'd slowly unzip his Armani pants and slip his belt open and reach in and bring out that velvety hot treasure of his, sliding my fingers up and down, all over it. So warm and soft and hard, all at the same time. I'd hear him panting and trying not to groan and his hips would be flexing forward, wanting more. I'd finally give him what he wants, slurping a big long kiss all way up from the bottom to the top and he'd jerk in his chair, crying my name. I'd suck and lick and nip and squeeze and deep throat him until he was making little whimpering noises, trying not to come in my mouth. When I knew he just couldn't take it anymore, I'd pull my mouth off him and climb up on the chair and slide myself down that length of that gorgeous cock. Ahhhh. He'd be groaning and thrusting up against me, and I'd be kissing that talented mouth of his, tasting myself on him, scratching him through his shirt. Pretty soon he'd be moaning into my mouth, telling me he was going to come and I'd be ready too and I'd squeeze down on him hard, bringing us both closer to the edge. We'd come hard, our mouths pressed together to hide the sounds, swallowing each other's moans as I rode him to the finish, his arms wrapped around me, trapping me against his chest. I'd catch my breath, then give him one last peck on the cheek and climb off, straightening my clothes. A quick trip to the ladies room to freshen up, then I'd be back at work, acting like nothing had happened. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands and eyes off me after that. If I were her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Feedback? Bring it on. bizzzichick@yahoo.com