From: "Angel Brown" Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 18:31:04 EDT Subject: mr&mrs. petry Source: direct Title: Mr.& Mrs. Petrie Author: Angel Brown Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR Spoilers: Arcadia, minor one. for One Son XxXx "Mulder, what is this economy sized box of Trojan Ultra Ribbed doing on the night stand?" "We're suppossed to be married, ya know." "I'm aware of that. Most married couples don't use condoms." "Well, 'Laura', I'm the type of husband who is sensitive to his wife's needs," he held up the box and pointed to the slogan "Ultra Ribbed for HER pleasure". "You watch too much TV, Mulder. You should know by now you can't believe everything you see advertised on late night cable." "Are you saying using Ultra Ribbed condoms was not a pleasurable experience for you, Scully?" "No, I'm not saying that." "So, it WAS a pleasurable experience?" "I'm not saying that either." "So what you are saying is that you don't really know because you have never used the product." "And you have?" He grinned playfully. "I might have." He took off the jacket of his jogging suit and threw it on the back of the chair as he began to fiddle with her laptop computer. The redhead rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom. "Hey, whoever taught you to squeeze a tube of toothpaste? I'm going into San Diego toomorrow to have that sample analyzed. Third warning, toilet seat," she called out to him. He dived onto the bed, fully dressed and still wearing his running shoes. The redhead emerged sporting a lime green facial mask. "Why kill Big Mike?" Mulder turned around and winced at the site. She threw his jacket in his face. "What would be the motive?" "Compulsive neatness or lack there of. Have you noticed that everybody around here is obsessed with the neighborhood rules? You fit in really well here." "And you don't." He smiled at her flirtashously, patted the bed and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Whatta ya say, 'Laura', we're married now?" "Scully," she corrected. "Good night, Mulder," she said in dismissal. He snatched up a pillow on his way out of the bedroom. He paused, looking down at her, "The thrill is gone." He headed downstairs, flopped on the couch, and picked up the remote. He surfed unhappily through the channels. Scully objected to his request for the Playboy Channel. He was stuck with basic cable because the damn rules wouldn't allow a dish. He settled for Howard Stern. It was not one of the better shows; the midget prostitute was on. He resumed channel surfing and found "Dressed to Kill", at least the scene with Angie Dickenson in the back of the cab was hot. His thoughts drifted to his partner upstairs. He liked this little charade of being Mr. and Mrs. Petrie. He found Scully in pajamas and a big fluffy bathrobe oddly sexy. XxXx The next morning Scully was walking downstairs in her bathrobe to make her morning tea. Mulder met her coming up the stairs. "Mornin', Scully." She stared at the head of his erect penis protruding from his kahaki boxers. "Mulder, have you no shame?" she complained. He looked confused. "What?" "That," she said as she pointed to his enlarged appendage. He smiled, slightly embarrassed, and adjusted his shorts to cover himself. He continued up the stairs. "What's the matter, Scully? Has it been so long since you've been with a man that you've forgotten about morning erections?" he called over the banister after her. "At least I dont have to pay for for sex over the phone or on the internet!" she retorted. He pretended not to hear her and went into the master bathroom. Scully microwaved some water and a cinnamon tea bag. She carried the steaming cup back upstairs. She couldn't help but smile at the sounds of Mulder doing an Elvis impersonation to "Suspicious Minds" while taking a shower. The man could not carry a tune! Her mind drifted back to the day they were forced to shower together under the scrutiny of Diana Fowley. How she wished they could have been alone during that time! Memories of that event had since been the source of numerous fantasies for her. Mulder could act like a self-righteous jerk sometimes, but he had a great body! She found herself peeking in the bathroom door to catch a glimpse of him. She licked her lips longingly as she watched the water stream down his back and roll off his firm buttocks. She wondered what he would do if she ever gave him the taste of his own medicine; he was forever teasing her. She decided it was her turn to tease for a change! She stealthily opened the door, swallowed hard trying to bolster her courage, and slipped off her robe. She walked over to the shower feeling her heart pounding in her chest with anticipation. She eased the glass shower door to one side and stepped in. The steam immediately warmed her face. "Want me to soap your back,'Rob'?" she offered with a devilish smile. He slowly turned and drank in the sight of her naked body. He started with her pearl pink polished toenails and let his gaze drift upwards to her slender ankles, muscular calves, well-shaped thighs. He paused a moment to savor the sight of the neatly trimmed auburn curls between her legs; he had always been particularly aroused by the fact that she was a natural redhead. Her hips were full but not too wide, her slightly rounded abdomen was soft yet muscular. Her breasts were perfect; alabaster orbs with wide pale pink areolas and long raspberry colored nipples. He licked his lips hungrily and felt his cock twitch in response to her beauty. Her shoulders were delicate but powerful, her arms were firm and toned. Her copper hair was beginning to friz around her face from the steam, her bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief, her eyebrow arched in question. He smiled playfully and handed her the soap and washcloth. "That would be nice, 'Laura'," he said as he presented his backside to her. She soaped up the washcloth and rubbed it over his broad shoulders and down his spine. He was slender without being skinny; he was a runner but worked out with weights to keep his upper body well-proportioned. She moved back up to his shoulders and slowly worked the cloth over a firm bicep. She felt the moisture of her juices pooling in the folds of her groin; she wanted him more than she ever had before. She had seen him naked or partially clothed many times, she had even bathed him when he had been delerious with fever, but she had always managed to maintain the detachment of a medical doctor. Right now, at this moment, all she could feel was her womanly response to his perfectly formed male body. She removed her hand from his arm and applied fresh soap to the washcloth, then, she used it to gently knead his tight buttocks. The feel of her strong fingers soaping up his ass was more than he could bear! He turned to face her with lust in his eyes and snatched the soapy cloth from her hand. Her eyes widened with an almost frightened expression. He held the washcloth under the hot, steamy water, then, backed Scully up against the tiled shower wall, and placed the hot cloth between her legs. "Sssss, ahh," she sighed at the sudden, almost painful warmth. She closed her eyes in pleasure as he worked her clit with his masterful hand. Her cupid's bow lips parted as her breathing became rapid panting. He placed his mouth upon hers, she hungrily accepted his thrusting tongue. She moaned into his mouth as he brought her to orgasm. He pulled back and looked at her. Her dialated blue eyes were almost black with wanton desire. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet and her lips were swollen from his fierce kiss. He cupped her bottom in his hands and lifted her up, his hot prick poking between her legs, trying to penetrate her. "We can't," she protested, "I'm too short." "Hold on to the towel rack." "It won't support my weight, we'll go crashing through the glass." "Nah, that only happened in the movie 'Breathless'. Come on, Scully, do it!" he urged. "Laura," she corrected him. He wiggled his penis against her. "Come on, Laura, let me in!" he begged. She reached up and grasped the towel rack above her head, her breasts heaved with excitement. He couldn't resist clamping his mouth down on one big nipple; he tugged at it with his teeth. She opened her legs for him; he thrust deeply into her, slamming her back against the wall. "Ah!" she cried out in surprise. He filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist.He rocked back on the balls of his feet and rammed into her again. The force of it nearly caused her to loose her grip on the towel rack. He sucked at her neck making a red welt as he continued to violently thrust into her. The moisture from the shower and his deep thrusting action finally took their toll causing one hand to slip. She desperately grasped at his shoulder as she felt herself falling. Her perfectly mainicured nails dug deep into his flesh, bringing blood to the surface. He tightly wrapped an arm around her waist and used his free hand to shove back the shower door. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck as she felt him moving her out of the shower. He carried her through the bathroom to the bedroom, his penis never leaving the warm confines of her tight vagina, and deposited her onto the king-sized bed. Resting his weight upon his knees and palms, he looked down at his "wife". "I'm such a lucky man to be married to you, 'Laura'," he uttered as he leaned in to kiss her sensual mouth. She hungrily accepted his tongue while rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing his cock with her pulsating rhythm. He closed his eyes and threw his head back enjoying the ride. She was good in bed; he always knew she would be. The velvety softness of her moist cunt was Heaven. He could feel himself nearing the edge. It took all of his willpower to pull out of her. He rose to his knees, disentangling himself from her embrace. "Whats wrong?" she panted, looking confused. "I'm close, so close, and you're not." "It's okay. It's our first time together. Come, make love to me," she begged. He reached into the box of condoms and removed a foil packet. His eyes never left the sight of her legs spread wide open revealing her deep pink juicey pussy as he tore open the packet. "We don't need that. You know I can't..." "Shhh, 'Laura', you know that we've agreed not to have children right now. Why don't you help me put this on?" The redhead licked her lips and took the rubber from him. She eased it onto his big bellshaped head and slowly unrolled the latex sheath along the length of his throbbing shaft. When she putting it on, she gently massaged his hairy sack. He sighed deeply, "Oh, Scu...," she silenced him with a kiss. He pulled her up against his naked body and slowly ran his finger tips over her back down to the curve of her buttocks. He squeezed her ass. God, how he loved to watch that ass swing down the hall when she was mad at him! He pushed her into the pillows and began covering her body with tiny bites and kisses. She giggled as her swirled his tongue inside her navel. "Rob!" she exclaimed as he quickly swiped his tongue over her stickly hole. "You like that, 'Laura'?" "You don't have to, Mulder." "'Rob'," he corrected her, "and I want to!" He flicked his tongue in and out of her vagina tasting the sweetness of her arousal. Her fingers knotted in his wet hair, pushing his face against her hungry cunt. She ground her clit against his nose and let herself fall into release, "Ah, ah, 'Rah ah ah bbb'!" He licked her until she stopped quivering, then, kissed his way back up her little body. He eyes gleamed with victoryhe made his partner come! He eased his cock into her opening and felt her tight snatch gripping him inch by inch as he entered her. This sexy man was certainly full of surprises. She had no idea he would have such a talented tongue, not even in her best fantasies! And now, the ridges on his condom were increasing the friction of his monstrous cock inside her. She thrust her hips to match his pumping action. He was driving her crazy! She felt the wonderful tension building in her pelvis, the delcious warmth spread through her breasts, her sensitive nipples could feel every hair of her 'husband's' chest as they rocked together in ecstasy. "Oh, 'Rob', you feel so good inside me," she moaned in a throaty voice, "Oh, fuck me, fuck, me!" He bucked his hips, his excitement mounting with her cries of encouragement. "Scu--leyyy!" he cried as he shot his wad. When they finished their lovemaking, he spooned up against her and softly kneaded the soft skin below her navel. He kissed her shoulder. "I like being married to you 'Laura'." She smiled. "I like being married to you too, 'Rob'." His fingers moved south on their way to her pleasure zone. "Hey, stop that! I gotta go over to San Diego today." "Ah, Honey, can't you stay home and play house some more?" She rolled away from him and got out of bed. "Sorry, Mulder. Scully has to go back to work." She turned her back and began dressing. "I take it the honeymoon is over?" She walked back over to the bed, smiling wickedly, and cupped his unshaved cheek in her palm, "I thought it was just beginning." She kissed him deeply. "Now, you be a good house husband while I'm gone and I just might stop at Victoria Secrets and bring you home a few presents." "I can't wait!" He ran his tongue between her cleavage. She pushed her palms back against his shoulders. "Come on, let go. I really need to get going if I'm gonna get into the lab and run those tests." He released his grip on her. "Well, 'Laura', you have a good trip. I have a few theories of my own I'm gonna work on while your gone." She pulled a sweater on over her head. "Promise me you won't get into any trouble while I'm gone, Mulder." " 'Rob', and what kind of trouble could I get into around here?" She laughed as she zipped up her slacks. "Plenty!" She slipped into her black pumps and headed down the stairs. Mulder leaned back into the pillows with his arms folded behind his head and sighed. He decided he liked married life just fine. XxXx