From: Spanking Wanda Date: 11 Jan 2002 18:39:12 -0800 Subject: NEW: Tit For Tat NC-17 Source: atxc Title: Tit for Tat Author: Spanking Wanda Email: spankingwanda@indigonetonline.com Category: V, highly implausible scenarios and bad smut Rating: NC-17 Distribution: Yes. Let me know where. Spoilers: Orison, very slight Disclaimer: I'm not making any money. I don't have any money. I don't own any of these characters. Summary: Sex. That's about it. Author's Note: flying solo Tit for Tat The first thing she noticed, after keying her way into the apartment, was that it was much too dark. A light flickered, but she had left a table lamp on, not the television. Alerted, she instinctually fumbled at her back for her service weapon, only to remember that, dressed as she was, she had none. Her short coat, which was draped over one arm, concealed a small hand gun, but was not easily accessible. She began to slip one hand into her coat pocket, the other reached stealthily for the light switch. "Leave it off," the voice came from the direction of the couch. "Mulder?" She could just make out his rising shape. She noticed for the first time that the television was muted. "What are you doing?" "Came to pay my respects, Scully. Nice dress. Not your usual fare." His voice was low, and if she didn't know better, she would say forbidding. "It's late, Mulder, what do you want? I'm on my way to bed." "Isn't that where you just came from?" He moved gracefully from the couch to stand some feet from her, poised, she knew not for what. "Mulder," her voice held a note of warning. He should know better by now not to question this. "Explain to me again why you're doing this." "You know why. Stop being obtuse." "No, Scully. I want to hear it from you. You never did detail your reason for sleeping with Skinner" Scully bit back her annoyance. What the hell was Mulder doing? "Weeelll, let's see... there's that tape he has of us breaking and entering the warehouse where that alleged cloning operation was located." "Drop in the bucket. No one would care." She ignored him. "Then there is the tape he has of me giving Jonathan Wesley a lethal injection. An injection that clearly caused his death." Scully tried to control the wavering in her voice, not entirely successfully. The circumstances under which the injection had occurred still disturbed her. She had done what she thought right. She had done the humane thing; the thing Wesley himself had wanted, but it was still troubling. Pushing these thoughts aside, she went on. "And then there is the fact that he knows exactly what happened with Donnie Pfaster." "Scully, you weren't thinking clearly. We've gone over this before." Mulder paused for a beat. "Maybe you just can't admit that his ‘reasons' for blackmailing you aren't that good. That you've wanted to get in his bed all along. For years." "Is that what you think? That I wanted this? That I brought it on myself?" Scully could feel her voice rise to an unnaturally high pitch. She dragged in a breath. She needed to calm down. She never should have been careless enough to let Mulder ferret out the situation between her and Skinner. But Mulder was nothing if not persistent. Too many lunches away and unreachable evenings had been her undoing. "I didn't say that, I just think you could have found a way out if you had really tried." She began to push past his dark form, but he stepped in front of her again. "What's the matter, Scully? Did I hit a nerve?" Scully felt her cheek twitch and ground her teeth together. She would not think about Mulder's accusations. She would not listen to him. Mulder, however, had other ideas. He stepped in closer. She could smell him, feel the heat of his anger. His stance was tense as he loomed over her. "You enjoy fucking him, don't you?" A small, incoherent sound escaped from the back of Scully's throat. She tried to move past him again, but he grabbed at an arm and spun her around. Mulder leaned in, putting his lips to her ear. "I can smell him on you." The voice was low, with a bit menace now causing Scully to shiver. "If all you needed was a good fuck, you could have come to me." "Mulder, don't do this, please." "Don't do what, Scully?" Don't make me want you any more than I already do, she answered silently. She stared up at the man in front of her, eyes wide. "Let go of me, Mulder." "I can smell him on you!" Mulder's grip tightened. "Do you know how crazy that makes me? I want to kill you *and* that bastard." He punctuated the last statement with a rough squeeze to her arm. "Mulder, you're hurting me. Let go. Now." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Mulder loosened his grip a bit, but didn't let go. "I want to drive you into the wall right now, then I want to take you into the bedroom and screw you ‘til it hurts." Her bones unexpectedly felt as if they had no substance. She was merely a rag doll, Mulder her manipulator. She heard herself saying that she understood. His face was close, she could feel his breath on her brow. "Scully," his voice croaked. "Scully look at me." He let go of her arm finally and raised his had to her chin. He tilted her face up to his. No, she thought, no no no, but as Mulder brought his face down to hers, she didn't resist, didn't move. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, alarmingly seductive. His hands traveled down her arms and back up again. His lips left hers to kiss the side of her neck She felt her stomach muscles clench. There was a fluttering in her rib cage. She had the brief thought that this was bad. That Skinner would find out, and then she would be in with him even deeper. She tried to tell Mulder, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. He was unbuttoning her blouse, pushing the fabric aside. His hands were warm. He was moving his mouth up from her stomach, up, up, up. He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. She felt her nipples tighten in anticipation. Oh God. She always knew it would be like this. Like dying and being reborn all at once. The sudden wet warmth of his mouth on her breast made her whimper. "Bedroom," she whispered. Minutes later, she was on her knees in the center of the bed. Mulder knelt behind her, naked body hot and enticing at her back. She could feel his thigh muscles against her own. He rubbed his erection against her lower back, one hand on her hip, the other between her legs sliding into her. She shuddered. "More." "More what, Scully?" "More of that. More of you." "Ask me nicely." He stopped moving his fingers. "Please Mulder. I need more." "Tell me what you do with him." Scully stilled. "No." "Yes," Mulder began sliding his fingers in and out again, faster this time. She could feel the pressure building and huffed out a breath . "Yes, Scully. Tell me." "Mmm. No, Mulder." His hand tightened on her hip. "I sure hope you don't have bruises in the morning. Tell me. Do you do this? What we're doing now?" "Sometimes." "Do you go down on him? Suck him off?" "Sometimes." "Does he make you come?" "Yes." Mulder brusquely pushed her forward so that she was leaning against the headboard. Her hair fell in her face and she let out a surprised huff of air. He pushed one knee between her thighs, grazing her ass. "You wanted more, Scully." His voice was gruff, barely audible. He suddenly pushed into her, his thighs slapping hard against her skin, and she felt a stab of pain. "This enough, Scully?" "No." Mulder stroked hard and she braced herself, gripping the wood of her headboard. Mulder's breath was coming fast, in grunts. He brought his free hand around to her front and cupped a breast, pinched a nipple. A ripple of pleasure coursed though her body, little spark-like pulses as he pinched again. She wimpered. "God this feels good." Scully didn't answer. Instead she dropped down onto her hands, raising her backside up. The change in position made her gasp. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. "Faster, Mulder. Harder." She brought one had up between her legs and made quick, hard circles. "Oh God." Her body gave a jerk and she closed her eyes, dropping to her elbows. Behind her Mulder was pounding her hard. He suddenly withdrew, and in the next moment she was on her back, Mulder on his knees between her legs. Immediately, he pushed into her again and she let her hand drift back to its former position between her thighs.. Mulder watched her fingers move in wet circles. He blinked slowly, lizard-like, and bit his lip, eyes focused on her quick movements. Suddenly conscious of his fascination, Scully's hand slowed, then stilled. "Keep going," a low growl. He gave her a shove with his pelvis. Jolts of pleasure rang through her body. "I will if you will," she gasped. Lifting her hips slightly, she closed her eyes and began moving her fingers again. A sudden electrical surge moved through her. Her eyes flew open. Light and darkness crushed together, blending into one as she stared sightless at the ceiling. Her backed arched and she whimpered, then cried out. "Fuck, Mulder!" "I'm doing my best." He looked down at her, voice rough. "Jesus, Scully." Scully's hips rose off the bed, she stiffened, then dropped back down. Mulder leaned his body over hers. "My turn." "Yes," her answer was weak. As he continued to fuck her, residual waves of pleasure ran into her limbs. She stirred herself, lifted her head and ran her tongue over Mulder's left nipple. He moaned slightly so she pulled it into her mouth and sucked hard. "God," he mumbled in her ear, then made a deep keening sound. He stopped moving for a moment, then drove into her one, two, three last times. He fell heavily upon her body, his chest crushing her rib cage. "I can't breathe, Mulder. You have to move." Mulder grunted, pushed off and slid over. After a moment or two, he stirred. Without opening his eyes, he reached for the top of the bed and pulled the covers back. "Getting cold," he mumbled. Tentatively, she slipped under the sheet with him. It was, after all, her bed. Mulder moved a hand heavily in her direction and clasped her hand. "You have to tell Skinner," he said. When she didn't answer he continued. "You have to tell him that you can't anymore. Not with him." He turned his head to look at her. "Understand?" Scully nodded slowly. "I understand, Mulder," she said. And she did. Mulder's eyes were closed again, his breathing deep and even. Scully watched him sleep, shadows settling into the recesses of his eyes. The words she said lay heavy on her heart. She hadn't lied. She did understand. She just didn't know if, even had she wanted to, she could actually do what Mulder wanted.