From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Sat, 6 May 2000 01:58:08 -0500 Subject: Mulder\'s Tongue (1 of 1) by jrcmuffy Source: direct Reply To: jrcmuffy@aol.com Title : Mulder's Tongue Author : Jrcmuffy Archive :Anywhere, just let me know. Spoilers : Hollywood A D Rating : NC-17 Category : MSR/SRH Summary : Mulder has a new toy and wants to share with Scully Feedback : Jrcmuffy@aol.com (no grammar corrections!) Disclaimer : Belong to CC and tenthirteen... not mine Mulder's Tongue by Jrcmuffy "Mulder, what's in your mouth?" Uh, oh. "I don't know what you mean, Scully." "Mulder, I saw something. When you drank your coffee, I saw the flash of something gold." The jig is up. I wondered how long I could hide it. "Why were you staring at my mouth?" Misdirection. "Don't change the subject. What is in your mouth?" I stick out my tongue so she can see. "Oh my god. Is that a tongue ring?" "Yup." Her jaw drops open. "What on earth possessed you to pierce your tongue?" "Scully, I have been trying to tell you for years- there is life on other planets too." She gives me a frustrated look. "Do you know how dangerous that is?" Great, now for the lecture. "There are large veins in the tongue and it is extremely important not to pierce them. Not to mention the number of people that have ending up swallowing the damn thing." I smile, patronizing her. "So far, so good." "Mulder, Skinner is gonna flip. You have to take it out." "I hid it from both of you for the past three weeks." The shock is plain on her face. "You've have it for three weeks?" "Yup. It's completely healed." "Mulder are you having a mid-life crisis? You're trying to be hip or to maybe recapture your youth?" Now I'm annoyed. "First of all- you, yourself said we were still relatively young. And second, hip is no longer an acceptable turn of phrase.... try cool or phat." "Okay then- cool. Just tell me what's going on." "Nothing's going on. I had been thinking about it for a long time." "You thought about rhinoplasty too, but you got over it and didn't alter your nose." How did she know about that? "I didn't alter my tongue. I can take out the barbell and I'll be good as new." "Then why did you do it?" "So does this mean you don't like it? I thought it would turn you on?" "What? Is that why you poked a hole through a vital organ? You thought it would turn women on?" "Maybe." "Mulder, if some women find this type of thing attractive it's because they're sadists." "Oh, but you haven't gotten the full effect yet." "It won't change my opinion." "I beg to differ. I surmise that once you surrender to the tongue, you'll be singing another tune." She rolls her eyes, but the challenge in my own won't let her back down. "It won't change," she reaffirms. "If you say so," I give her the condescending smile she hates so much. "Let's say I'm game. How do you propose to test this theory of yours?" Wow. I didn't expect to get this far. Curiosity must outweigh fear. That's my scientist. "I can assure you that there will not be any proposals," I wait and she cracks a smile, "but if your willing to engage in a little scientific experiment, meet me at my place after work." She is thoughtful then nods her head and goes back to work. "One good thing about the piercing, I've kicked the sunflower seed habit." She ignores me but raises her eyebrows in question. "I find it infinitely more fun to play with my tongue." She chuckles. * * * * * * * * * At my apartment I change into comfortable clothes and put on soft music before Scully arrives. She knocks and is noticeably jumpy as I take her coat and usher her in. Hanging her coat beside mine, I turn to face her. She stands rigid, facing the window. I move behind her and rest my hands lightly on her shoulders. She tenses. "Mulder," her breathing is accelerating. "Shh," I whisper and take her earlobe in my mouth. She jerks and pulls away. "Relax," I move to her neck. She nods and begins to soften. "How does it feel?" I desperately want to know. "Different," is her breathy reply. My arms move down her back to her waist and pull her against me. Her heat feels good. The reflection in the window shows me that her eyes are closed and her lips tremble. Wow, this is good. Her eyes open suddenly and lock with mine. Even better. Gently I move her Cashmere sweater aside and run my tongue along her shoulder. My hands find the hem and tug it up. Her arms move to help me. Sweater discarded, I trace the lines of her body with my hands. Starting at her hips they move up her sides and brush her breasts. She shivers and moves my hands in firmer contact. Squeezing first then moving them up to the slopes at the top. "Your skin is so soft," I move once again to whisper in her ear. She turns her head to hide her face in my chest. I turn her all the way around and lift her face. She watches my lips as they move to kiss her. "Open your mouth," I plead, rubbing her lips with mine. She does and we kiss. She forgets about the tongue ring and is shocked when it comes in contact with her own un-touched tongue. She lets me take the lead and follows me where I go. "Did it hurt?" she asks when we are able to breathe again. "Yes," I answer honestly. "Only for a minute." "What did it feel like?" So, there is a little sadist hiding in there. "A pinch, it stung. Much like getting your ears done, I assume." I finger the tiny hoops dangling from her perfect ears. When she is in deep thought she plays with them. She nods and I stop her mouth with mine before she can talk again. I walk her back, careful to avoid the coffee table, until her knees hit the couch. My hands find the clasp of her bra and it slides down her arms until she tosses it away. We sit and my mouth continues down her neck again until I reach her breasts. They pucker under my attention and I break away to plead. "Tell me how it feels." She shakes her head to engage her brain and slowly the words come. "It feels like your mouth, warm and wet. But the ring is hard while your lips and tongue feel so soft. Different, it feels strange." Satisfied with her description my mouth journeys across to the other side and finds her other breast aching for my touch. She sighs and I encourage her noise with a gentle nip. Anxious to make her moan out loud, I move down her abdomen and unbutton her pants. Soon she is entirely naked and feeling nervous again. I part her legs and smooth the skin of her thighs. She relaxes back against the couch and gives herself to me. My lips follow the path of my hands and at long last I reach my destination. Or should I say destiny. She feels so good under my tongue. Unable to control the response any longer, she gasps with very sweep of the ring against her. Her breathy sounds spur me on and I double my effort to bring her pleasure. My fingers enter her and I can feel the contractions building until she arches and trembles with the force of her orgasm. I bring her down gently and pull away completely when she starts to giggle. I'm not sure if I should pat myself on the back or be offended by her reaction. She must see it in my face because she quickly sits up and kisses me gently. Then the giggles come again. "Huh," is all she offers. "Huh-good or Huh-bad?" Why am I suddenly the nervous one? "That's a good, incredible, do-that-again-huh," she smiles shyly. "I aim to please," I blush with relief. "So, what was it like?" "Different, words can not describe. Mulder, I may have to get a tongue ring so I can reciprocate." Ooh, now there's a good idea. "So, you've changed your mind. You like the ring." "Yes, Mulder you were right and my mind was blown away." "So I should keep it?" "Mulder if you take out that tongue ring I will never forgive you. Now get back to work." Gently she pulls my mouth to hers. "Yes master, I live to serve." The end. Author notes: I am not a doctor so if I messed up... sorry.