From: ""Autumn" Fugazzi" Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 20:32:21 +0000 Subject: Pleasing Piercing Source: direct Title: Pleasing Piercing Author: Autumn E-mail: mulders_hunnie@hotmail.com Rating: An 'R' but if you are easily offended, I suppose an NC-17 Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Category: SR Summary: How arousing can a piece of jewelry be? Dedication: This goes to my friend Amanda-Leigh. I promised her I'd dedicate Cosmopolitan Woman III to her, and when I finally get around to posting Cosmo Woman II and writing the third piece, I will. But until then, I hope this is adequate. She's a terrific person who encourages me to write. This dedication is also a message to her: Write more too! You're a fantastic writer! Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are not mine, couldn't possibly be mine -- and never will be mine. Just so long as the record is straight, I hope I don't get sued! Spoilers: None Feedback: Yay! I love it!! It brightens my day =o) Author's Note: I got the 'belly button stud' idea from a story I read recently on this site. I cannot for the life of me, remember either the story or the writer =o( But I liked the idea, and if you are reading this, I hope you don't mind that I adopted and adapted your idea. I just thought it was too sexy to ignore. Date Started: Sunday 12 May Date Finished: Sunday 12 May She lifted her arms to trail off her old, faded, forest green Maryland University sweater, and when she did, her t-shirt followed, giving me a teasing view of one perfectly shaped, creamy and satiny breast, and the turgid point of a puckered coral nipple, and immediately, I was gone. I think it was because of how, these days, she didn't try to hide her body from me. Now, she was quite comfortable with me ogling the feminine parts of her. Namely, her breasts. Small mounts of soft flesh that my hands ache to touch, nearly twenty four hours a day. She casually pulled the t-shirt over her stomach, but not without giving me a glimpse of her small belly- button, and the tiny silver stud that nestled there. A month ago, she decided that her tattoo, no longer held the same appeal, and no longer made her feel sexy. I tried to insist that I liked the beautiful marking on her back, and that she was extremely sexy - but she refused to listen, and later, during lunch, she informed me that she was getting her belly-button pierced. So she did. She asked what kind of ring I preferred. Gold or silver, gemmed, ring or stud. So I stood beside her, leaning over the glass cabinet, looking at all the various kinds of rings and studs she, or rather I could choose from. I decided, almost immediately, that rings were a definite no. Studs were twice as sexy. The little silver ones with diamonds in the middle were quite cute, and the blue, red and green gems were nice. But sitting there, amidst all the sparkling, best sellers, was a small, rounded silver stud, and it was undoubtedly the sexist little thing I'd ever seen. For a little while, it had been sensitive, but now, it was a major turn on, for both her and me. One night, about two weeks ago, we were sitting on her couch, watching 'Gone With The Wind'. I'm not one for sappy, romantic classics, but she is, so I agreed. She was reclined against me, wearing soft, faded jeans and a wool sweater which, three weeks previous had actually belonged to me. But she is a master - I mean a *pro* at stealing clothes from me. Anyway, my hand rested against her hipbone, and was idly rubbing circles there, whilst we watched the movie. Eventually, after just about as much classic trash as I could watch, my hand snaked under her - or rather my - sweater, and almost instantly my wanderings fingers sought out the small stud on her belly- button, and I began to gently tweak it, as if it were a nipple. Flicking it with my thumb, and rolling it gently, and pressing on it, until I was certain her attention was no longer focused on the movie. When I glanced down at her, I noticed her eyes were closed, and her moist lips were parted as she tried to control her breathing. Through the well washed material of the sweater, I could see her nipples were hard, probably aching my touch. I smiled, shifting my body from beneath her, and lay her down on the sofa, whilst my finger and thumb never left her belly button. I doubt she even noticed this, because her eyes remained closed and her lips were still parted, although now, I could see the tip of a pink tongue, as she ran it along her lip. I knew her behavior only too well. I knew that she was moistening her lips in an attempt to stop any groans from escaping. Her breathing was becoming harsh, slightly ragged, and I knew she was turned on. Gently, I pushed up the edge of the sweater up, revealing the treasure my fingers had sought out. She felt my breath on her sensitive skin, and allowed a soft moan to emanate from her mouth - and realizing this, she immediately clamped her lips shut, and tightened her fists around the sofa material. I dipped my head, until my mouth was mere millimeters away from her skin, and ran the tip of my tongue around the stud, not touching it. She thrust her hips up against me, coming into contact with my chest. I lapped at her belly-button stud, moving it in different directions with the tip, before laving it with the flat of my tongue. When I finally achieved in making her squirm, I clamped my teeth around the bar, and tugged. The unexpectedness of this, caused her to actually scream. Knowing she was so aroused, made my hard, and with one hand, I reached down, cupping my hard-on through my sweat pants, and squeezing. Still licking, laving, sucking and tugging on her belly stud, I mumbled to her: "This is what I want to do with your breasts." And she whimpered in reply. "Would you like that?" I asked, detaching my mouth and lifting my eyes to gaze at her. The endless blue depths of her eyes were clouded with an aroused haze, and I almost smiled with pride. Sucking on her belly-button had been enough to do this. "You ... know I would." She hoarsely scolded me. I smiled, circling her nipple with the tip of my tongue, then blew on the moisture I'd created, making her nipple harden further, into a tiny bud. I bit my teeth into the newly tightened skin, and laved it, nibbling and sucking until she was groaning and moaning my name, over and over again. I released my aching cock, and slid my hands into her leggings and panties, and nearly came from what I found. She was dripping wet. My finger teased her outer lips, spreading her wetness, then I took her mouth with mine. "You are very wet." I told her, sucking her tongue into my mouth, and hearing her groan of pleasure. The rest of the evening was a blur, the next thing I remembered, was walking up the next morning, on the couch, with my lover using me as a blanket. My arms were wrapped around her, and all she wore was the sweater which had once belonged to me. I decided that morning, as I opened my eyes, and gazed at the expanse of slender, creamy thighs and small mounds of her breasts, that I no longer wanted it. She could keep it. It looked nicer on her anyway. But now, as she finished covering herself, but not without a teasing glimpse of that belly stud, I found myself growing erect. "We need to work." She said, noticing the bulge in my jeans. "The report ... it needs finished." Despite her ranting about finishing the gaze, she didn't complain when I wrapped my arms around her, and pressed my arousal to her stomach. I began to nibble lightly on her lips, causing her to squirm against me, pressing her luscious body to mine. My hands began to roam over her body, caressing, stroking, fondling and groping, whilst she cupped my buttocks in her hands, and forced me against her. Finally, her lips opened under mine, and I took the opportunity to insert my tongue into the warm, wet haven of her mouth, before pulling back and smiling. She looked like a dream, standing there, flushed with arousal, nipples hard, lips swollen, berry red and moist. Her eyes were glazed due to the passion involved in our kisses, and her thighs were clapped together in an effort to ease the pressure on her clitoris. "You are so right, partner." I told her, running the tip of my finger over her lips, and the naughty little minx sucked it into her mouth. "We definitely need to get some work done." I figured, after all the times she'd teased me recently, it was my turn to tease her. So I pulled my moist digit from her mouth, ran the tip over her bottom lip, then moved away. "You type, I'll do the calculating." I heard her groan of frustration -- but I honestly believe that the longer you are aroused, the more intense your orgasm is, when it finally occurs, and if that little myth is true -- her orgasm is going to be very, very intense indeed.