Brass Bed By TBishop27@aol.com Rated: NC-17 Category: V,MSR,Lurid Fiction(Formerly known as smut) Disclaimer: THIS Mulder and Scully belong to Xenith. She's letting me borrow them while mine take a much needed rest. Chris would never let his Moose and Squirrel have this much fun. At least not with each other. Feedback: Please, I love to know what you think. Be warned, flames will be forwarded to that dark part of my writer's imagination that roams the night in search of victims. Summary: Two special agents on sick leave together... Author's Note: This is part of Xenith's Chicken Soup series, which is part of the Abattoir universe. It does not necessarily need to be read in conjunction with the others, but if you're into continuity in a big way, you can find all related fics at the websites listed below. At Xenith's request, I am again attempting to write a sequel worthy to be included in her Abattoir universe. Xenith's Stories: http://members.xoom.com/merlin717/index.html My Stories: http://members.xoom.com/arcticfox42/Tbishop.htm or try the mirror site http://tbishop.freeservers.com/ *** Thanks to David, Shoshana and Shell for beta. To Xenith for all her help and inspiration. And to Webmistress Grasshopper for keeping up the archive. BRASS BED My competitive nature will not allow me to forget Scully's story about break-the-bed-Ted and how his sexual prowess led not only to the destruction of furniture, but a sizable hole in the wall as well. The most damage I've caused in the throes of passion with Scully is a ripped pair of pantyhose... I was a little eager that night. But good old Teddy boy, his performance nearly brought down the house, quite literally! Don't think I didn't notice how she carefully avoided answering my question about how I measured up to the demolition man. So he was better, huh? Hmpfh... She's thrown down the gauntlet. Chicken pox or no, I'm not one to back away from a challenge. This is going to be one night she won't soon forget! ............................................... Mulder's hands run over my body reclaiming once more the flesh he knows he already owns. Each time we make love, he insists on this ceremony, this liturgy of possessiveness, tracing those beautiful long fingers of his across bare skin that seems to only come alive in response to his gentle caress. What this man can do to me with only a touch. And yet, I must have more. I bring an end to his ritual worship, eager to consecrate our bodies in an act of pure physical abandonment. Taking his hands in mine, I lace our fingers, marveling not for the first time at the difference in our sizes. My petite form is almost childlike in stature compared to his taller frame. I straddle his body, positioning myself over the rigid length of his erection, teasing the head of his cock with the slick heat of my own arousal. His hips buck, but I move with him, refusing him entry, delighting in the power of this game. He thrusts again and I continue to torment him, denying him what his body craves most. "Scully, don't tease," he warns through clenched teeth. The threat in his tone sends a thrill of excitement through me. I offer him a mischievous smile as I rub against his hardness, still not allowing him penetration. "Oh, you're going to get it, G-woman," he growls. I giggle and raise a brow. "Promise?" He takes about five more seconds of my wicked foreplay, and then I abruptly find myself lying flat on my back with him on top of me. Now in the position of power, Mulder flashes me an evil grin. God, help me. He leans close and whispers in my ear, "Oh, Scully, it's been too fucking long... I want you soooo bad... My cock is just aching and throbbing to get inside of you. Do you have any idea how hard I am? I don't think I've ever been so aroused. I mean, baby, I feel like I could fuck you all night, non stop, just banging away at you until you beg me for mercy. But I won't let up, Scully... no matter how much you beg, I'll just keep right on pounding away. You'll come and come until you're too weak to move, and then I'll pull out of you just long enough to lap up every mouthwatering drop of your delicious honey... and when I've licked you clean we'll start again, and again, and again..." "Mulder, God! I want you... now!" I'm writhing from his words, but he pulls his body back, hovering on his knees above me. His hands are still entwined with mine, keeping me pinned firmly to the mattress. "Oh, Scullyscullyscully... I don't know where to begin." He looks me over with such a leer that I can feel his gaze running over my naked flesh. "You're breasts are very tempting, those hard little pink nipples calling out to me, just pleading to be licked and sucked and nibbled on... but then, a little preview sample of that heaven between your legs would really be tasty..." He brings his tongue down and barely touches it to the tip of my nipples. When I groan and arch my back up off the bed, he pulls away and heads south. Oh, yes, Mulder, please... taste me, work that magic you do with that incredibly hot and talented tongue of yours. I spread my legs further apart in anticipation, as he dips his head down toward my now dripping center. His tongue traces the insides of my thighs, causing me to quiver. "Oh, Mulder... do it, please... do it now." My hips rise up, encouraging his ministrations. I hear an evil chuckle, and then Mulder blows his cooling breath over the damp curls of my sex. It's torture, pure stimulation without hope of release. Making me hotter, making me want him more. "Damn it, Mulder! Don't do this to me. God... please... I need to feel you." "Can't take it, Scully?" He quirks a brow at me, mockingly. "You're mean!" "Learned it from the best." He smiles. "Are we just going to fool around all night, G-man, or are we going to fuck?" "You know I love it when you talk dirty, Scully." "Then let's get it on, Spooky." Now that he's evened the score, Mulder wastes no time taking what he wants. As he enters me, I can't help but cry out from the pleasure of it. It's been weeks since we've been together like this, and I've missed having him inside of me more than I would have ever thought possible. I am once again complete, there's just no other way to describe it. God, he's incredible. He fills me, and pushes for more. I groan and rock my hips with his. "That's it, Scully," he encourages me, his voice raspy and low. "Take it all, baby, take it all." Shifting positions, I wrap my legs around his waist, opening myself up to accommodate every last inch of him. Mulder moans his approval, and we begin our erotic dance of lovers. Before long Mulder is pumping into me so hard that the headboard of the bed starts banging against the wall. There's no way in hell I'm going to ask him to stop, but I have to do something about the noise. I mean, my mother is only downstairs, and the repetitive pounding is a bit too obvious. I struggle to stuff a pillow between the wall and the headboard, while the lower half of my body keeps pace with Mulder. "What's the matter, Scully? I thought you liked it rough? You know, Ted's not the only one who can knock a hole in the wall." "Jesus, Mulder! My mother's downstairs!" I pant to get out the words. He laughs, pulls the pillow out of my hands and tosses it across the room, never once stopping his aggressive assault. The bed continues to bang against the wall. I know my mother is hearing it. There is something strangely erotic about the daring of all this. I should be embarrassed, but it kind of turns me on. God, I'm twisted. This is one sin I won't be confessing to Father McCue. Mulder is really going at it. I think he actually wants to outdo Ted. He's so Goddamn competitive! Not that I'm complaining. My fingers clench around the brass rails of the headboard, giving me better purchase to counter his thrusts. Sweat drips from his forehead as he perseveres, not for a moment letting up on his pursuit, driving his hardness into my heat over and over. Pushing both of us closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. For me it happens when Mulder reaches one hand down between us and begins to massage my clit ever so slowly. I feel the familiar burning, the tingling spasms, and the overwhelming rush of sexual electricity. "Oh, Yes! God, Mul..derrr...yesssss!" My body arches off the bed, stiffening in exhilaration, as the waves of sensual bliss take over. I cling to him, panting, still shuddering and weak from my climax. He is relentless in seeking his own release. My head thrashes from side to side as the passion within intensifies. I feel as though he has taken me over, as though he controls me with that fire I see burning in his eyes. He starts moaning, his lids close, shutting out everything except the ecstasy of the orgasm that takes him. "Ahhh...Scully! So...good. Marry me... Sculleee!" What!!! Did he just say what I think he said? Oh, God! He didn't... ................................................... I can't help it. I'm laughing out loud and crying at the same time. He just proposed to her! Lord knows they'll never be able to tell anyone when and how, but thank God, he finally proposed! As much noise as they were making, I was really trying not to listen. They are grown adults and have a right to privacy after all, but when Fox yelled out... in what I'm certain could only be a climactic moment of passion, I couldn't help but overhear. The walls in this old house aren't that well insulated. I only wish I could have heard Dana's reply. This is just amazing. I was beginning to worry that he'd never get around to asking her. They've been through so much together. As close as those two are, sometimes I can't help but feel as if they are already husband and wife. But other times, it's as if they're too afraid to really give in and accept that they need each other as desperately as they do. I breathe a mother's sigh of relief, and wipe the tears from my cheeks. I hope they'll both agree to a big wedding. Bill and I always wanted to give the girls big traditional church weddings with all the trimmings, something we never had. We got married one weekend before Bill shipped out. It was a rushed affair, barely time for a honeymoon. We managed though. Bill, Jr. was conceived on our wedding night... at least that's what we told everyone. ..................................................... "Mulder, don't be ridiculous. That was not a serious proposal of marriage, and I refuse to even consider it." "The question has been asked, Scully. The least you could do is give a reply." "Good night, Mulder." She turns her back to me and pulls the down comforter up over her bare shoulders. I spoon in behind her, not sure how to convince her of my sincerity, but determined to try. "Scully?" "Yeah?" She yawns and snuggles her backside closer against me. "I love you." There is a long pause, and I can feel the panic rising up in my chest as I wait for her reply. I thought we were on the same wavelength with this relationship stuff. As I lie here, I'm starting to fear that maybe I was wrong. Maybe she's not ready for promises and commitments. Maybe she's having second thoughts about us. "Scully?" Silence. I lift my head off the pillow and peer around into her face to check her expression... She's asleep! That's my Scully. The woman could fall asleep at the drop of a hat. I don't know how many times she's drifted out on me while we were working surveillance. I never minded it though, it gave me the chance to do a little Scully watching, which happens to be a hobby of mine. She has exactly thirty-four freckles on her lovely face... and a beauty mark, which she tries to hide with makeup, and a tiny scar on her forehead leftover from one of our many misadventures. Just some of the many details I've catalogued over the years. Me, I wrestle all night with insomnia. That also provides an excellent opportunity to indulge my hobby of course. Right now though, I'm feeling a bit worn out myself. I think I'll just curl up here and play baby cats with Scully for a while. Tomorrow, if I haven't come to my senses yet, I'll ask her to marry me again. ..................................................... It's not easy to sneak out of bed without waking Mulder, so I'm especially proud of myself this morning, as I managed to pull off the great escape and take a relaxing soak in the tub alone. Oatmeal bath, great for itchy skin. I don't know what got into Mulder last night. First he fucks me like there's no tomorrow, and then mid-climax he screams out for me to marry him. I can't help but chuckle to myself now as I think about it. He's lucky I don't hold him to it. Wouldn't that be something? Me and Mulder married! That's taking the Mr. and Mrs. Spooky thing a bit far, I think. Mom would be in her height and glory. She's had her eyes on Mulder for quite some time. She'd like nothing better than to plan a big wedding and invite all her friends and every relative, no matter how distant, to see her new son-in-law. I've seen Mulder in a tux, he'd be the star attraction. Of course Bill would probably file a petition to have me declared mentally incompetent before the wedding. He'd find some way to mess up what would otherwise be the happiest day of my life... What am I saying! Jesus, Dana, down girl! It wasn't a real proposal. The guy just got a little carried away in the heat of the moment. Can't blame him really, it was pretty damn amazing sex. We even managed to put a sizable ding in the wall, I'm sure Mulder will be quite proud of that fact when he wakes up... With a very big grin, I slip out of the tub and grab a towel to dry off with. I can smell breakfast cooking downstairs and I suddenly realize how hungry I am. ..................................................... I got up early to make the kids a special breakfast. I was too excited to sleep anyway. My little girl is finally going to get married! I only wish Bill were alive to walk her down the aisle. I'm still catching tears before they can fall. I've wanted this for Dana for so long. She deserves some happiness in her life. And Fox is a wonderful young man. I couldn't have hoped for a better choice for her. As I pull the hot blueberry muffins out of the oven... my grandmother's recipe, Dana's favorite... my daughter enters the kitchen with the biggest grin on her face. She's wearing a bathrobe, but not the ratty old terry one she's been moping around in for days. She's traded that for something a little more elegant, navy satin. I can only guess that's for Fox's benefit. The color really sets off her pretty eyes. "Mmm... Mom, I could smell those muffins all the way upstairs!" I set a bowl of frozen blueberries on the table, knowing how much Dana enjoys them. As a child she used to snitch so many while I was baking, I was always afraid there wouldn't be enough left for the recipe. I finally got smart and started buying extra. "Sit down and I'll get you some coffee," I tell her. She opens her mouth to object, but one look from me and she obediently complies. We've been over this one too many times this week. She is the patient, and she will do as her mother tells her. Pouring the coffee, I don't see him enter the room, but I hear a rough, sleepy voice murmur "Good Morning, sunshine." I glance over my shoulder in time to see him plant a silent kiss on top of her head. His eyes look up to find that he's been caught in the act, and he looks a little apprehensive until I offer him a smile. Dana's nose is in the morning paper so she misses our exchange. "Good Morning, Mrs. Scully." He takes a seat next to my daughter. "Something sure smells good." The way he says it I'm not sure if he means the muffins or Dana. "Coffee, Fox?" I've already poured it. He nods and starts to get up. "Sit down and relax." I set the mugs in front of him and Dana. "The muffins will be cool enough to eat in just a few minutes." "Thank you, Mrs. Scully." "Thanks, Mom." I begin the task of cleaning up the mixing bowl and measuring utensils, every now and then sneaking a look at the very quiet couple sitting at the table. Dana is completely absorbed in the newspaper, absently sipping at her coffee. Fox is... Fox is... I have no idea what Fox is doing. He appears to be arranging the frozen berries into some kind of pattern on his place mat. O-kay. As I put the butter on the table, I nonchalantly get a better look at what he's up to and realize that it's not a pattern, but rather letters he's attempting to form. M A R R Y M E S C U . Oh, how sweet. He finishes his work and tugs on her sleeve. I quickly look away. I hear a whispered reply but it's not what I expect. "Damn it, Mulder. Stop it. That's not funny." "But you still haven't answered me." His voice is equally hushed. Oh God, Dana, are you crazy? Answer him! Say yes! "Shut up, Mulder!" That time she didn't bother to say it under her breath. I just cringe. Sometimes I don't understand that girl. Apparently Fox does though, because as I turn to set the plate of muffins on the table, he smiles at the very cross look my daughter is giving him. The berry message has been dumped back into the bowl. And all I can do at this point is pray he knows what the hell he's doing. .................................................... Okay, she didn't like my blueberry-gram proposal this morning, but I do know something she just can't resist. When the door bell rings I rush to be the first one to answer it, wallet in hand. Scully's nose is already sniffing the air approvingly when I enter the living room with the pizza box. "Mulder, you ordered pizza? I hope it's got mushrooms and olives." She beams when I set the box on her lap. I don't have to wait long for her to open it. "I suppose you think this is funny?" She frowns. Damn! I really thought she'd go for this one. "I'm just hoping to entice you to answer. You love pepperoni, Scully." "I want you to stop this. Do you understand?" She hands me the pizza box on her way out of the room. Oh, well, at least I can eat my failure. I lift up the lid to get a slice. Damn! They spelled Scully with a K! .................................................... It's now 5:15 PM and it's been three whole hours since the last time Mulder proposed to me. I think maybe I finally got through to him. He was asking me to marry him every hour or so for most of the day. First it was the blueberries, then the pizza. He gave up on the food theme then and instead ruined my brand new lipstick by using it to write his marriage proposition on the bathroom mirror! He dedicated a song to me on the radio, Elvis, of course, Love Me Tender... at the end of which the DJ crooned "Squirrel, marry me, love, Moose." At least he had the decency not to use our real names. Okay, the roses were nice. You can never go wrong with flowers, but by that point I was so pissed off at him for carrying this joke of his to the extreme, that I couldn't enjoy the gesture. I blew up at him. Told him I wanted him out of my sight, and stormed off to my room, slamming the door rather loudly behind me. That was three hours ago, and I haven't seen or heard from Mulder since. Now, I'm thinking maybe I was too harsh. Yes, he was being a pest, but it was kind of sweet that he would go through so much effort just for me. I decide that I should apologize, but when I go looking, I find only my mother fussing over dinner preparations in the kitchen. "Mom, have you seen Mulder?" She throws me a disparaging look. "He left, Dana, hours ago." "And you let him?" I don't believe this? He's still recovering, for Godsake! "No, Dana. He called a cab and took off before I could stop him. I'm assuming it had something to do with the horrible way you treated him earlier today." I look at the floor ashamed. "You heard that, huh?" "It was hard not too." I try to explain. "It's just that sometimes Mulder doesn't know when enough is enough." Mom wipes her hands on a dish towel and sighs. "And sometimes, Dana, you can be very selfish and stubborn." "Mom!" I can't believe she'd say that. "It's true, my darling. And you better wake up and realize it before it's too late. Don't throw away this opportunity. You might not get another one." She knows. Figures. The woman could teach the Lone Gunmen a thing or two about covert intelligence gathering. But she only has half the picture here. I shake my head sadly. "He doesn't really mean it, Mom. He's just joking around." "Are you sure?" "Yes." She frowns. "Well, I don't understand either of you then." She shakes he head and turns back to her cooking. "You two have the strangest relationship," she mutters. .................................................... I feel so bad for my daughter. She's been worrying about him all evening. I don't know how many phone calls she's made trying to find out where he might be, but that cell phone of hers hasn't left her hand for hours. It's almost ten o'clock, and I'm starting to worry about him too. He really isn't well enough to be out running around the city, especially at night. It's cold out there. I'm startled by the sudden knock that sends Dana flying from the couch to the door. It's him. Thank God! "Hey, Scully, miss me?" She pulls him into the foyer, and even from across the room I can see the conflicting emotions she struggles with. "Damn you, Mulder! Where the hell have you been?" "I had a few errands to run. Besides, I thought you wanted me out of your sight?" She looks guilty. "I didn't mean that, Mulder. I lost my temper. I'm sorry." He takes her into an embrace, and they stay that way for a long time. I think it would be best if I went to bed now. As I try to slip past them unnoticed, I hear... "Mrs. Scully?" Damn! Almost made it too. I turn back around. "Yes, Fox?" Dana quickly moves a respectable distance away from him. Who is she trying to fool? "Would you mind staying here for just a moment?" he asks me nervously. I nod, and Fox gives me a greatful smile. Then he returns his full attention to Dana. "Scully, where's your weapon?" Her panic is unmistakable. "It's up in my room. Why? Is something wrong, Mulder?" "No. No, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to be sure it wasn't within your reach before I do this..." He takes her hand and lowers himself on one knee in front of her. My heart starts racing and tears are already forming in my eyes in anticipation. He bows his head, takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Then he looks up at Dana and there eyes lock. "Scully, I love you, I need you, I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. You are at the center of everything that's important to me. We belong together. We've both known that for a very long time. But now I want everyone to know." He reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket and takes something out... a ring... he holds it up for her to see. Oh, how lovely. A beautiful blue sapphire with three small diamonds on either side, and the sculpted yellow gold band is embedded with dazzling green fire opals. It's absolutely striking! "This was my grandmother's engagement ring. If you don't like it and you want a different one, we can go pick one out together." Both their hands are shaking so badly, I'm surprised he manages to slide the ring onto her finger. "Dana Katherine Scully, will you be my wife?" ~END~ End notes: Okay, Xenith, you take it from here. I did my bit. You wanted Mulder to propose. It's all yours now Mistress. God help them!!! Life is too short to drink bad wine.