From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 18:53:49 -0500
Subject: Motel Room   - MSR    NC-17 by Tess
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Title:  Motel Room (1/1)
By:  Tess
E-mail:  tnv099@aol.com
Distribution:  I'll post to Ephemeral.  
Otherwise, please write to me first.
Spoilers:  Not a one
Rating:  NC-17  
Keywords:  MSR
Disclaimer:  Owned and operated by 
Fox, CC, GA, DD and 1013.  Not me.
Summary:  Scully takes control

Author's notes: This story is in response 
to a challenge to write a smutfic using 
Magic Shell somewhere, somehow in the 
story.  It is pure mind candy and has no 
redeeming value other than that.


Motel Room
By:  Tess

Scully opened the door to her motel 
room, trudging wearily across the 
industrial beige carpeting.  It had been an 
exhausting day and she longed for a hot 
shower and a soft bed.  She would prefer 
her own bed, but that was not going to 
happen. They still had to submit their 
reports to the local authorities before 
catching a late day flight tomorrow.  
Crossing the darkened room, she 
unbuttoned her jacked and peeled it off, 
tugging her blouse from the waistband of 
her skirt.

She stopped abruptly in the act of tossing 
her jacket onto the bed.  Sprawled out 
across the mattress was Mulder.  He was 
sleeping peacefully, his mouth slack, 
eyelashes fluttering as he dreamed.

Scully's weariness vanished in a flash as 
she took in the sleeping man in her bed.  
In her bed!  Would she ever become 
accustomed to that?  Moonlight spilled 
over him, glimmering on his moist lower 
lip and highlighting the lightly muscled 
contours of his chest and arms.

"Scully," he moaned and her gaze flew 
back to his face.  His eyes were still 
closed, but his breathing was becoming 
irregular.

"Ohhh," he sighed.  "God, Scully...yeah, 
that's so..." He gasped and arched his 
hips beneath the sheet.

She eased herself down onto the 
mattress, careful not to awaken him yet.  
Her fingers sifted through his hair and 
she dusted kisses over his cheeks and 
jaw.  Her tongue darted out to lap at the 
damp fullness of his mouth before 
drawing his lower lip between her teeth 
and biting down gently.

He moaned, shifting restlessly beneath 
the sheet and she froze, reluctant at the 
moment to give up being his dream lover.

He rolled his head against the pillows.  
"Don't...don't stop, Scully."

A sudden memory of a night they had 
spent together last month flashed 
through her mind and she hurried to strip 
out of her clothing.  Mulder had wrestled 
control from her that evening, reducing 
her to a mass of quivering flesh, 
amenable to anything he desired.  
Tonight, she vowed to herself, she would 
take that control back.  Tonight Mulder 
would be at her mercy!

*********

Mulder surfaced from his dream.  He 
knew that Scully would be back any time 
now and he struggled to shake off sleep, 
reluctant to leave behind the hot, wet 
mouth enveloping his aching flesh.  Lying 
on his back, he blinked at the ceiling.  
God, that dream was so real, he thought.  
I can still feel...

With a start, he tried to sit up but he was 
held back by the handcuffs locking his 
wrists to the headboard.  Raising his 
head, he was mesmerized by the sight of 
Scully crouched over him.  She lifted her 
head as he groaned her name.  As she 
once again wrapped her lips around him, 
she let her hair swing forward to tickle his 
thighs and she lightly scratched her nails 
over his hips.  He trembled and lightly 
thrust his hips upward, urging her to take 
him deeper into her mouth.  Instead, she 
let him slip free and circled his length 
with one hand, her thumb swirling over 
and teasing the silky head, her tongue 
darting out to lap delicately at him.

"Scully, please..." he groaned, straining 
against the handcuffs.

She crawled up his body, sliding 
sinuously over him.  She reached out to 
touch his manacled wrists and he lifted 
his head to capture one pink-tipped 
breast between his lips.  He suckled 
gently and then traced a damp path to 
the underside of her breast, nibbling on 
the plump flesh, intent on hurrying her 
along.  Scully sighed softly as his lips 
once again closed over the tip of her 
breast, his tongue rasping across her 
nipple and she cupped the back of his 
head in her hand, content for the moment 
to allow him to try and distract her from 
her chosen course.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled away 
from his talented mouth.  "Don't pull 
against the handcuffs," she warned.  "I 
don't want you to hurt yourself."  She 
plumped several pillows behind his head 
so that he could watch more comfortably 
and slithered back down, settling herself 
between his spread thighs.  She lightly 
cupped his balls in her hand and ran the 
flat of her tongue up his length, once 
again pausing to capture the head 
between her soft lips.

"Scully - don't..." he cried.

"Isn't this what you were dreaming of, 
Mulder?" she asked between tastes.

"Yes...nnn...no..." he gasped as her 
tongue flicked out over the head of his 
penis, sipping at a tiny droplet of fluid 
gathering there.  "I didn't dream that you 
were lapping at me like I was an ice 
cream cone covered in Magic Shell!"

"Mmmm," she moaned around his 
heated flesh.  "Chocolate-covered 
Mulder!"

He bucked helplessly into her mouth, 
desperate for her to speed up her 
leisurely movements.

She released him and shook her head.  
"No, Mulder.  Tonight I'm in control."  He 
clenched his fingers around the chains of 
the handcuffs, struggling for breath as 
she trailed her mouth over his hips, her 
teeth nibbling at the trembling muscles of 
his belly.  He gasped as she swirled her 
tongue around his nipples, taking one 
tiny nub gently between her teeth.

Mulder cried out as she settled the wet 
heat of her body over his turgid flesh.  He 
strained against the cuffs when she 
cupped her breasts in her hands.  

"Please.  Scully, please," he begged 
hoarsely.

Her eyes fluttered open and she took 
mercy on him.  She raised her hips and 
lowered herself over him, slowly taking 
him into her body, inch by agonizing inch.  
His head dropped back against the 
pillows, a loud moan escaping him when 
she had finally taken him completely 
inside.  Gasping, he lifted his head again 
as she began to move.  She rose and fell 
over him, eyes closed, teeth clenched 
over her bottom lip.  He watched as her 
hands flitted over her thighs and then 
pressed against the smooth skin of her 
stomach, drifting over her breasts before 
settling between her legs.  She moaned 
softly, leaning forward to lower her mouth 
to his to fully kiss him for the first time 
that evening.

"I love you," he whispered and she 
smiled against his lips, levering herself 
back up.  She braced her hands on his 
belly and began to move more quickly.  
He planted his feet on the mattress, 
raising his knees and pushing her 
forward slightly.  She stifled a cry as the 
slight change in angle forced her into 
direct contact with his pelvic bone.  She 
was grinding mindlessly against him now, 
both of them giving up control as they 
raced to a finish.

"Mulder...Mul..." she gasped, as her body 
clenched around him, exquisite shocks of 
sensation traveling from her womb to the 
tips of her toes and fingers.  Mulder 
surged up, straining against the cuffs, 
roaring her name as he pumped himself 
into her once, twice, three times before 
falling back in a heap against the pillows.  
Scully collapsed against his chest and 
they trembled and shivered as their 
bodies calmed and quieted.

Scully swept tangled hair out of her eyes 
as she braced her other hand against his 
shoulder and pushed herself upright.  
Mulder cried out as white-hot pain lanced 
through his shoulder.

"What is it?" she cried, fumbling for the 
keys to the handcuffs on the nightstand.

"My shoulder!" he gasped.

Scully released his wrists and helped him 
lower his arms to the pillows beneath 
him.  She gently probed the shoulder in 
question.  Biting her lip, she raised 
sorrowful eyes to his.

"Mulder," she said softly.

He clenched his teeth against the pain.  
"What is it?"

"Um, I think you've dislocated your 
shoulder."


End

Author's notes:  Well I think maybe this 
one strains at the bounds of society's 
definition of good taste (get it?? taste - 
chocolate covered Mulder...)  
Ahem...anyway, I wanted to try my hand 
at an angst-free PWP and I think this fits 
the bill.  I'd like to know what you thought 
of it and I promise to offer something with 
a little more, um...depth next time.  

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